Storage (2009) - full transcript

Jimmy, a young man of 17, is bereft and alone after the brutal murder of his father. Burdened by grief, he goes to live with his Uncle Leonard, an ex SAS officer, who runs a below-ground storage facility in the city. While exploring the maze of corridors Jimmy comes across a deeply disturbed man, Francis, who seems to be hiding evidence of a crime in his storage unit inside a red metal drum barrel. Jimmy breaks into this man's room and discovers clear evidence of a murder. He shows his uncle and the two men, not trusting the police, decide to break into the man's house and confront him. Jimmy soon discovers that once you start down a dark road, it's impossible to turn back.

You and you, out.

Not you.

Do you believe in Jesus?

Yes, I do.

Well, you're gonna meet him.

- Well?
- What?

What do you rate it?

Death Wish 2, probably
the greatest movie ever made.

If by greatest
you mean the most ridiculous.

What do you mean?
You didn't like it?

Charlie Bronson, mate.

The greatest actor
that ever lived.

Dad, his face looks like
a bloody walnut.

That's the only expression
he's got, walnut.

It's better than
the shit you watch.

I mean, who do you like?

Christian Bale.

Just because he can diet
doesn't mean he can act.

I mean, Charlie Bronson, mate,

he's as tough as nails.

If you wanted something
sorted out,

he'd be the bloke you call.

Clint Eastwood,
Chuck Norris,

Steve McQueen.

They were tough guys,
you know?

Just like you, eh, Dad?

Yeah, just like me.

Very tough bloke.

Yeah, well,
since you hated it so much,

next time I'll go on me own.

I just thought you'd like to
spend some time with your dad.

Obviously, you just want
to make fun of me.

Dad, I was just joking around. Jesus.

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

Dad, listen, I'm sorry.
I did like the movie.

Well, that's good, mate,
because next week,

Death Wish 3 is playing.

No, no, it's better than--

Give me your wallets!
I'm not fucking around.

- You're kidding now, huh?
- Dad, just give it to him.

Stay right where you are, Jimmy.

Give me your fucking wallet.

- Piss off.
- Give me your fucking wallet!

Shit. Give me
your fucking wallet.

No, no, no,
I don't have anything.


Dad! Dad!


Dad, oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Uh, you're gonna be fine,

Help! Help!




Jimmy, your uncle is here.

You still have a few minutes.

- Hey, mate.
- You're late.

I'm sorry, mate, I got here
as soon as I could.

You all right?

No, they haven't found
the bastard yet, have they?

I know, mate. I know

Why aren't they doing
anything about it?

Well, they're doing
the best they can.

- Did you speak to them?
- Yes, I did.

Look, Jimmy.

Sometimes good people
get cut down,

and there's not a lot
the cops can do about it.

I know you don't want
to hear this,

but they haven't got
a lot to go on, mate.

You know what? I'm gonna
find the guy who did it,

and when I do, I'm gonna
fucking kill him.


Jimmy, hey.

Okay, you're gonna
come back and stay

with me for a while.

Okay? Hey.

We'll go through
your dad's stuff tomorrow,

and then you can fly over
when you're ready.

You're gonna stay at my place
in the spare room,

come and work with me
at the storage facility.

What do you reckon?

Jimmy, I am gonna
take care of you.

I promise.

Now, let's go and make
your old man proud.

Okay, deep breath.

Up straight.

- You're early.
- Yeah.

Jimmy, this is Zia.

- Hi.
- Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.


Close the door, please.

She's not bad, is she, mate?

Yeah, I suppose.

Yeah, Just don't get
any ideas, though,

because she won't be here
too much longer.

- Why's that?
- She's, um--

She just really hasn't got
the right attitude.

Hey, come on,
I'll show you around downstairs.

Okay, this is where
the storage units are.

As you can see, it's a--
it's a pretty basic setup.

Now, each storage unit
has its own padlock,

and the storage unit owner
is the only person with a key.

What if you need to get in?

Well, you just
call the customer and
ask them come down,

unless they've fallen behind
on their rent.

Now, if I haven't paid
for a month

and we can't contact them,

we cut the lock
with bolt cutters,

we do an inventory
of all their stuff,

and then we put one of
our own locks on.

Now, see the blue one?
Okay, they're ours.

Now, I picked these up
for Trans-Pacific.

They were just gonna
throw them out.

So I just let the customers
use them for free.

You can get some pretty strange
types coming in.

As a rule, we just let them
do what they want.

But if you do see
anything really dodgy,

you come and get me
and I'll sort it out.

Oh, and your mobile phone
won't work down here.

You don't get any coverage.

This is the boiler room.

This is where
the air conditioning unit is.

Basically keeps the place
from turning into a sauna.

Why have you got so many
rat traps lying around?

Oh, no real reason.

Just better safe than sorry,
I reckon.

And that's where
you type this in, eh?

And then press record.

If you have any other questions,
just ask me.

The computer system only
went in three months ago,

and Leonard's still having problems.

Don't tell him I said that, though.


Leonard told me
about your father.

I'm really sorry to hear
about what happened to him.


If you need anything...

just give me call.

Thank you.

Excuse me.
I'll see you tomorrow.

- Hello.
- Hi.

I was wondering if you
could offer me some assistance.

The light bulb's
gone in my room.

I was hoping you might be able
to go down and change it for me.

- Yeah, sure.
- Oh.

Uh, I know where every single
thing is in that room, so...

no touchy.

Thank you so much.

Hey, Jimmy.

- How you going?
- Yeah, um, this woman--

Yeah, that's Carol.

She's a fine one, isn't she?

You know,
she keeps her storage unit

full of her
dead husband's stuff?

He's been dead for five years.

That's really weird.

Mate, everyone's doing something
weird in this place,

Like, have a look at this guy.

He's going bankrupt,

so he's trying to stick
the tax department

by hiding his furniture.

I mean, he's even getting
his little girl to help him.

Oh, and, uh, okay,
that's Jobbo.

He's got boxes
full of chemistry equipment

he uses to make meth.

I reckon he sells it
to school kids.

How do you know
all this stuff?

Well, you just talk
to customers, you know,

keep your eyes open.

You can tell a lot about someone

by what they keep in
the storage unit, mate.



What do you want?

I, um--
I heard something.

I was just checking
if you're okay.

I'm fine. Fine.

Yeah, yeah, it's just,
you know, you sounded upset.

You listen to me.

This is my private unit
that I've paid for.

What the hell are you doing
watching me?

- No, no, no, I wasn't, mate. No.
- Bullshit.

Whatever you got in there,
I didn't say it, okay?

- You cheeky little bastard.
- Excuse me.

I know what you're up to.

You sneak around here,
peak into people's units,

see what you can find, hm?

What? And you come back
for it later.

Well, you're fucked now.

I've done nothing wrong, okay.
I was just doing my job.

The fuck is wrong with you?

You fucking prick!

I'll snap you in two.
Bloody hell.

Get the fuck off me.

Want to have a go?

You want to have a go?

Come on, take your shot.


I didn't think so.

Holy shit.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

- What happened?
- He just kind of went crazy.

He thinks I'm trying to
spy on him or something.

Excuse me, sir.
Can I speak to you for a moment?

Jimmy, stay.

Excuse me.

Mr. Piasecki, is it?

- Yes, that's right.
- Hi, I'm Leonard Walker,

I'm the manager here.

My nephew, Jimmy, seems to think
there might be a problem.

I was putting some things away
in my unit,

and I turn around and find
this kid spying on me.

All right?
It startled me.

No, I can understand that.

I hate to ask this,

but do you have anything
illegal in there?

No, of course not.

Look, I'm extremely sorry
for this intrusion.

It's Jimmy's first day
on the job,

and I just think he just got
a little bit overexcited.

- Good, good.
- Well, thanks very much

for your understanding,
and I guarantee you

this will not happen again.

We'll let you get back
to what you're doing.

Thank you.


Leonard, he had a gun in there,
and he was smelling something.

Well, maybe he hit up
a florist.

Leonard, he had something
in a garbage bag.

- Like what?
- Something dodgy.

Everyone's got something dodgy
in their units, Jim.

- Yes, but Leonard, this--
- What do you want me to do?

What do you want me to do,


Let's just go.
All right, mate?

Come on, come on.

Can you get the door, Jimmy?

I'm just gonna get
dinner ready,

so will you be all right?


Okay, here,
we have in here a steak.

Real big.

you want a drink, Jim?

Hey, you all right?

I should have done something.


It's not your fault.

Never forget that.

The bloke who killed
your old man,

he was the scum of the Earth.

He was an evil man.

- You'll be all right.
- Yeah.

Let's go have something
to eat, eh?




Why wasn't I born a cat, eh?


Stuck in traffic?

Car wouldn't start.
Piece of shit.

Where's Leonard?

He's, uh, downstairs.
Don't worry, I won't tell him.

Thank you.

What are you doing there?

Just checking out
this guy with a gun.

Hey, how can I find out
what he has in his unit?

Well, apart from asking him...

Yeah, obviously.

Um, well, you can look at
the surveillance footage,

see if you can catch
a glimpse of him

sneaking in with his contraband.

How would I know which side
to look at?

It's all on the system.

Customers have to
key in and out

every time they visit.

Show me.

It's just a box.

Hmm, fast forward.

Why'd he put
the box in the barrel?

We tell people to do that

if they want to put
something away for a long time.

Protects against mold.

And rats.

At least you know he doesn't
have a dead body in there.

Yeah, unless he's chopped it up
in little pieces.

That's revolting.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah.

Well, why don't you get up,
have a shower,

wake yourself up, eh?

We've got to go
in a half an hour.

- G'day, Jobbo.
- G'day.

Jimmy, this is Jobbo.

- How you doing, mate?
- Hm.

He's a nasty
piece of work, isn't he?


Might as well have drug dealer
tattooed on his forehead.

Okay, get your camera ready.

Okay, good?

Bit of a mess, eh?


Okay, Jimmy,
this is a legal thing.

I need you to take photos
of everything in the unit,

and I'll fill out
the inventory list.

- 'Kay, 'kay?
- Yup.

Hop to it.

What do you do if you find
something illegal

in one of these units?

Well, I don't know.
It depends what it is.

What if it's something
really bad?

Would you call the cops?

Jimmy, I can't tell you
how many times

I've seen something dodgy
and I've called the cops,

only to have them do
absolutely nothing about it.

Why do you ask, mate?

It's just that guy.

The biker?

No, no, no, the guy
with the gun, Francis Piasecki.

What if he had something
illegal in his unit?

Okay, Jimmy, right now,
I just need you

to focus
on what we're doing.

Yeah, okay.



Oh, shit.

They're just kids.

It's a whole box full of them.

- Jesus.
- That's him, Jimmy.

That's the guy who owns
the store unit.

Where is he now?

Well, I don't know.

I haven't heard
from him in months.

I reckon he's probably buggered
off to Thailand or something.

- Should we call the cops?
- No, we're not gonna call the cops.

Then what are we gonna do,

We're going to burn it.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Thinking about your dad?

Listen, um,
you know that guy

I was looking at
the other day, Francis?


Is there a way to
get into his unit

without breaking the law?


not really.

There is, isn't there?

I don't think
I should tell you.

Zia, Come on, please.
You have to.

Leonard's got lock picks
in his desk.

They're for when rats die
in the units

and he has to get them out
without the customer knowing,

but you won't
know how to use them.

So just forget about it, okay?



- Zia.
- Yeah?

You stole the lock picks.
Are you crazy?

I just borrowed them.

And as soon as we go find out
what's in Francis' unit,

I'll put them straight back.

You want me to go with you?

Can you use them?

- Maybe.
- Can you?

Jimmy, go and talk
to Leonard, okay?

Don't you get the feeling
that Leonard knows

these guys are storing
illegal things

and he's covering up for them
or something?

Do you know
what I'm talking about?

Come on, it's a one off thing.
He won't find out.

I promise.
It'll be fun.


When are we going?

It's reassuring for me
to come here and visit.

Just being in that room
surrounded by Terry's things,

I almost feel like
I'm with him.

I-- I do miss him terribly,

but make no mistake,
I have moved on.

Which one of these things
do you think I should sell?

Terry was fond
of his collection,

but he'd understand
the position I'm in.

After all, a man is more
than their possessions.

I couldn't agree more, Carol.

- Hey.
- Hi. You got everything?

Let's do it.


Did you hear that?


What are you doing?

We, uh-- We just, uh--

- You were just what?
- We're just looking for rats.

Leonard, listen,
Jimmy was just worried

- that one of your clients--
- Okay, you're fired.

I can't have you breaking
into people's units,

and that's
all there is to it.

- Leonard--
- Go.

- Leonard, Leonard, she had nothing--
- Shut up. Shut up.

What the fuck were you doing?

- We just--
- Do you realize

if the police
found out about this,

I could be shut down.

They're not going to.

Well, what if she decides she
doesn't like us anymore, Jimmy?

What's gonna stop here from
going to the cops or suing us

or blackmailing us
or anything else?

Leonard, she wouldn't do that.

And you know her so well,
do you?

Give me my lock picks.

I told you,
if you have a problem,

if there's something dodgy
that you need checking out,

you'd come and ask me.

Leonard, listen to me.

There is something
in that barrel.

Just go have a look, please.


Okay, w-what else is in there?

That's it, a bunch of clothes.

No, no. This--

- Smell this.
- What?

Smell this.


It's dirty.

Why has Mr. Piasecki
got a bunch of

dirty women's clothing
in his storage unit?


That's it.
That's-- That's it there.



He shot her.

Okay, Jimmy,
let's get out of here.

Wait, did you see that?

Leonard, that's an arm.

Yeah, you're right.

Leonard, we have to do
something about this.

Okay, yeah.
No, I'll get back to you.


Hey, how you doing?

Fine, good.

Uh, listen, I was really
wanting to call you,

but, um... I couldn't.

That's okay.

- Do you want to come in?
- Yes. Yeah.

You're, uh, leaving.

Yeah, I'm gonna head up north

and get a job on the reef,
get some sun.

Oh, yeah?

Um, listen. I just really
want to say I'm sorry

for what happened
the other night.

It's okay.
Doesn't matter.

You should have got
two weeks notice anyway.

What's this?

It's, uh, $720.

- Where'd you get it from?
- It's my wages.

- I'm not taking it.
- No, no, no, it's yours.

Why'd you do this?

I just thought it'd be
the right thing to do.

Well, you could have
left it in my letterbox

or slipped it under my door.

Yeah, I just thought that
if I came in...

What did you think?

I don't know.
I just wanted to talk to you.

Well, if you wanted
to talk to me,

you could have-- you could have
called me on the telephone.

What did you think would happen
in my motel room?

I don't know.

Did you think we'd make out?

- No.
- Get a little frisky?

- No.
- Well, what did you think would happen?



Thank you very much
for the money.

You're a...

good man.

Yeah, I-- I just thought that
I'd make it up to you.

I was just about to go out.


- I --
- Shh!


You should come
up north with me.

We could get a place together.

It would be fun.

I'm serious.
You should come with me.

I'll look after you to you.

What about Leonard?

He's a big boy.

I think he can
take care of himself.

Yeah, I-- I can't just leave.

Yes, you can.

You can do anything.

I can't leave.
He's my family.

Well, just have
a think about it, okay?

Yeah, okay.

Oh, I'll definitely
think about it.

How can I help you?

I want a refund.

I'm sorry,
we don't do refunds.

You do now.

No. No, we don't.

I paid six months in advance.

You know what you did,
don't you?

Um, I-- I haven't done anything.

You don't want to
fuck with me, kid.

- I'm not.
- Then hand over 600 bucks,

and I'll leave it at that.

- Jimmy?
- Yeah.

Give him the refund,
come and see me in my office.


There's $500.

550, 600.
It's your lucky day.

No, mate.
It's your lucky day.


What do we do now?

Did you see that?

- What?
- The boxes in the garage?


Looks like he's
going somewhere.

- What should we do?
- Well, we can call the cops.

They'll go
and knock on his door,

he'll give them some
bullshit story

and by tomorrow morning
he'll be gone.

He'll get away with it.

Just like the bloke
who killed your father.

So, what should we do?

What do you think?

We should find out
where he put that body.

You're right.

Leonard, where we going?

Just gonna borrow some stuff
from one of our clients.

- What if he notices it's gone?
- No, he's in China.

He won't be back for months.

Have you got
a black top with you?


You can wear my jacket.

- It's up in the office.
- Okay.

♪ Take me back

♪ To the way I was

♪ Just a vacation

- Hello.
- Hey.

So, what have you decided?

Do you still want me
to come with you?

Of course I do.

D-Do you want to come with me?

Yeah, yeah. I think I do.



Okay, uh, why don't you
come over tonight

and we can talk about it?

Uh, listen, not tonight.

Um... listen, I'll give you
a call tomorrow.



Um, just give me a call
in the morning.

Be good to see you.

Nice to see you, too.

Okay, bye.


Okay, he should be
asleep by now.

What if someone sees us?

Middle of the night, mate.
We'll be all right.

Here. Put that on.

What for?

Just give him
a bit of a scare, eh?

Close the door.

Leonard, what the--


Pick up the bag.

Are you ready?

Jimmy, you gonna be all right?

Okay, turn on the TV.

♪ You know I can't stop
thinking about you, baby ♪

Do what I say,
or I'll fucking kill you.

Do you understand?


Roll over on your front,

put your hands on your back.

What do you want?

All right, all right.

Tie his legs.

Who are you?

What do you fucking want, eh?

♪ Here we go

What do you want?

Why did you kill her,
you piece of shit?

- What?
- Why did you kill her, Francis?

- Why did you do it?
- What are you talking about?

I don't know anything about--

We saw you with the body.

Where did you put
the body, Francis?

Just tell us
and we'll leave, okay?

You're the guys from
the storage place, aren't you?

Huh? So you did go--

Where did you put the body?

Wait a minute.

Hang on.

It's my wife's stuff
in the unit.

It's my wife's.
She committed suicide.

No, you killed her
and now you're leaving town.

No, I just got here.
I just moved in.

What about the bloody clothes,

- What about the gun?
- They were my wife's.

It was she was wearing
when she shot herself.

I asked the cops
for her stuff back.

I didn't know what to do
with it,

so I thought,
I'll put it in storage.

You got it all wrong, guys.

Put it back on, Jimmy.

He fucking already
knows who we are.

I'm sorry, mate.

I'm sorry I was a prick to you.

It's been really hard for me.

I loved my wife.

She meant everything to me.

- Everything.
- Oh, bullshit.

Cops don't give back clothes
with blood all over them.

That's true, they don't,
but they did.

I'm telling you--
I'm telling you the truth.

I promise you.

Look, I promise I won't
tell anyone, all right?

All right, listen to me. Okay?

I would not bullshit
about this.


No, no, no, Leonard.
Okay, let's go. Let's go.

- Let's fucking go.
- Hey, hey.

Settle down.
It's just a bit of water.

You did it,
didn't you, Francis?

You did it,
didn't you, Francis?

You fucking did it!

Now come on, Francis.
Don't piss me off.

You fucking did it,
didn't you?

You fucking did it,
didn't you, Francis?

You fucking did it,
didn't you, Francis?

You fucking did it,
didn't you, Francis?

You fucking did it,
didn't you, Francis?

You did it!

You fucking did it,
didn't you, Francis?

You did it, didn't you?


I did it.

It's all my fault.

I did it.

You see?

you nearly drowned him.

He's gonna tell you anything.

No, no, no.


Leonard, let me in.



Well, come on then.

Come on, kill me already.


Okay, Francis.

We're gonna leave a little
message for your friends.

Damn it.


- Hello, everyone.
- That's good.

I'm going to...

Just hurry up and shoot me.

You called
emergency services.

No, no. Wait, wait

No, no, no, no!
No, no, no, no!

- No! No, wait!
- Hello?

- Wait!
- Hello?


Leonard, let me in!

Leonard! Leonard!
Leonard, let me in!



You better pull yourself
together, Jimmy.

We gotta clean
this mess up, yeah?

♪ Give you what you want

But we'll take ♪

♪ What you need ♪

We'll tell you ♪

♪ What you want to hear ♪

♪ We'll make you so light

♪ We'll open up your mind

What are you doing?

Get some dark blankets.

He only has white sheets.

Just get the darkest blanket
you can, Jimmy.

To record a personal greeting

for when you are unreachable,
press one.

Please record your
greeting after the tone.

Hello, everyone.

I'm going to get away
for a while.

I don't want
to do this anymore.

Don't try and find me.

I'm not gonna go back.

To listen to your greeting,
press one.

To save...

- Is that it?
- Yeah.

Come on, spread it out.

Spread it real good.

Okay. Grab his legs.

Grab his fucking legs.


Take the rope off.


Hang on,
hang on, hang on.


Okay, okay.

Doesn't matter now, Jimmy.

- But he didn't do it.
- Yes, he did.

- Just look at this!
- Jimmy.

I need you to stay
focused and calm.

Okay, Jimmy,
put the rope in the bag.

Close it.

Close the door.


You'll be okay to follow me,
won't you?


Jimmy, hey.

Just hold it together, okay?

You did good.

Stay under the speed limit.


Somebody's gonna find out.


There's no body.

It's just another
missing person.

People go missing
all the time, Jimmy.

- Left here. Yeah.
- Wait, what are you--

Just a bit further, mate.

- Just hang in there, Jimmy.
- Okay.

Okay, okay.



Jimmy, help me put him in.

We'll have to
chop his legs off.

We'll be all right.

What's in those barrels?

What do you reckon?

Holy shit.

Oh, fuck.

That's Stuart.

The kiddie fiddler
with the photos.

You killed him?


When did you kill him?

Four months ago.

So, when we cleaned out
his room,

you had already killed him.


I had to know
I could trust you, mate.


- Jimmy.
- Oh, my God.

I just thought
you of all people

would understand this.

To your father.

He was killed by
some fucking animal

who doesn't
deserve to live.

My brother.

He's dead no reason.

He didn't do anything wrong, Jimmy,

just like the kids
that Stuart abused

didn't do anything wrong.

He abused them, and
then took photos of them

and then sent them to his mates.

I watched him for months.

I wanted someone to stop him,

but no one would.

No one would stop him.

This coward killed
a 93-year-old woman.

You want to hear
something funny?

That fucker was a cop
who had a thing for young girls.

I killed him two years ago,

and it was the best thing
I ever did.

Or are you saying
I did the wrong thing?


What would you do, Jimmy?

Would you just ignore it?

You just let people
rape and murder

and not do anything about it
and just say,

Oh, well, that's the way
the fucking world is?


I do what must be done

because no one else will do it.

No one except me.

But now there's me and you.

What do you reckon?

And what about Francis?

What about him?

- He didn't kill his wife.
- Yes, he did.

He killed her, and he made it
look like a suicide.

I saw his fucking face!
He didn't kill her!

He confessed to the crime!

What more do you want?

And anyway, even if he
didn't do it,

he would have done it
sooner or later.

You could see it in him.

Shit, Jimmy, you were the one
who wanted to get him.

This is fucking hard work
doing what I do.

- You set me up.
- I thought you'd be happy.

You fucking--

You fucking set me up.
You fucking set me up.

You settle down.

Get the fuck away from me.

Calm down.

Thought a night down here
might help slow you down.

Now, if I let you out,

you're not gonna go crazy
on me, are you?

Shit, Jimmy, what did you think
we were doing here?

You shouldn't have killed him.

What did you expect me to do?

He didn't do anything wrong, Leonard.

He killed his wife.

End of story.

Don't you fuck with me, mate.

I saved your ass

when everything was
falling down around you.

You owe me.

I could just forget
about you down here.

No one would know.

No one would come
looking for you.

So I think you better
start showing me

a little respect.


- G'day, Zia.
- Hi.

Uh, is Jimmy here?


Where is he?

Well, I don't know.

We had a fight,

and when I went back
home to see if he was there,

his bags were gone.

I thought he was with you.


Now, where do you reckon he is?

I don't know.
Um, his-- his phone is off.


- Why did he run away?
- No, he didn't run away.

No, he wanted to go out,
and I said he couldn't.

Then he started calling me
some rude words,

and basically, he just
took off in a huff.

Maybe something's happened
to him then.

- Maybe.
- Should we call the police?

I don't know, Zia.

Where you headed off to?

Um, heading up north.

Oh, okay.
What, you got family up there?

No, I'm gonna work
on the reef.

Oh, it's great, Zia.
Good on you.

Well, and you're driving up
there by yourself, are you?

- Yeah.
- You're a brave girl.

You want to be careful
you don't pick up

any of those dodgy hitchhikers.


- I'm-- I'm gonna, um--
- Hey, listen.

Actually, Jimmy left a letter
with your name on it.

Now, I didn't know
if you're coming back or not,

so I just put it downstairs
with the rest of his stuff.

If you like,
we can go down and get it?


Or, look, don't.
I don't give a shit.

- You want to get it?
- Yeah, yeah.

You know, I'm really sorry
about what happened.

You're a good little worker.

Just a shame things turn out
the way they do.

After you.

Just in there.

Why did you put it in there?

Well, that's where I keep
all my stuff.

Leonard, I'm just gonna go
to the bathroom.

You might have to hold it in.

Keys and phone.

- Leonard?
- Back it up.

Back it up!


- Pl--
- Shh.

Holy shit.

What's going on?

Get down on the ground.

See, this is your fault, Jimmy.

You should have done
what I told you to, eh?

Leonard, don't! Wait!

Wait, wait, wait.
Okay, okay.

No, you're right, Jimmy.

You're going to kill her.

I need to know
I can trust you, mate.

Now, either you kill her...

or I'm gonna have to kill you.

I don't want to do that, Jimmy.



Quit bullshittin',
or you're fucked.

Step back.



Zia, run!



- Come on, come on!
- The keys.

Give me the keys.

Jimmy, come on.

Oh, shit.

- Come on! Come on!
- Shit!

Shh, shh!



We gotta go.
We gotta go.

Wait, wait.

Oh, shit.

What the fuck is going on?

To the fire escape.
Come on.

Oh, shit.




Ah, shit.


Tell me where you are

and we'll sit down
and talk about it.

Come on, Jimmy.
This is silly, mate.

I'm getting tired, Jimmy!

Fuck, Jimmy!



Drop the gun and turn around.

Ah, Jimmy.

You can't do it.

You haven't got it in you.

Now just put--