Jackdaw (2023)

[bunniefuu]

[unintelligible voices over radio static]

[clattering]

[muffled voices]

[man] Oi, oi, lad!

[laughing]

I got your message.

I knew you'd be in touch

with your old pal Silas eventually.

It's been a long time... yeah.

How can I help you?

I recommend you see

some of the sights whilst you're here.

You could go have a nice paddle

out to the North Gare Windmills.

Take in the lovely scenery.

Whilst you're there,

go for a relaxing swim at the Jolly Roger.

You could collect my treasure

while you're at it.

Easy-peasy.

Do that for me, and I'll leave something

nice for you and your little brother

at the Third Bridge.

I'll call you again when it's time.

And Jack?

Let's just leave our old baggage

at the door. No dramas.

[radio playing in background]

Simon, that thing I'd said I'd do,

it's today.

I'll be gone a few hours.

What if something happens to you?

I'll be on me own again.

No, it's nothing like that.

I'll be home before supper time.

Now, remember, we're leaving

as soon as I get back.

You pack what's essential,

'cos we won't have much room on the bike.

The bike's f*cked!

I can hear it from here!

[telephone buzzing]

Do you really have to leave, Jack?

We've been over this, Si.

[ringing continues]

We can't stay here.

[Silas] Are you ready, Jackie?

[engine revving]

[coughing]

[gasping and coughing]

[radio playing folk music]

I need you to take me to land now.

Hurry up!

They're gonna f*cking k*ll us!

You shall ear, you shall hear

Your doctrines I must blame

You shall hear

What is right and what is wrong,

by the law, by the law?

What is right and what is wrong,

by the law?

What is right and what is wrong?

The weak arm and the strong

The short sword and the long

For to draw, for to draw

The short sword and the long,

for to draw...

[intense music playing]

[music continues to play]

[dialing]

Please leave your message

after the tone.

There's no f*cking money here, Silas,

you f*cking snake!

I'm keeping this sh*t

until you give me my money.

f*ck!

[engine sputtering]

[engine sputtering]

-[horse whinnies]

-[g*nsh*t]

[engine sputtering]

[engine dies]

Come on!

[radio] Veering west later,

four or five, showers for a time...

[doorbell chimes]

[Jack] Hiya.

I broke down.

I'll pay you once I've filled up.

Hey!

[whirring]

[radio]

Reports of g*nf*re at Factory Road...

Suspect seen leaving the scene

on a motorbike.

Any units nearby, please respond.

[muffled radio response]

[officer]

Are you gonna pay for that? Hey!

Stop!

[engine revving]

[grunting]

Stop.

f*cking stop.

I don't want to hurt you.

Okay?

[shot]

-[buzzing]

-[grunting]

I need back-up. I've been attacked.

Farmer's field behind old diner

going south on Gare Road!

Detained IC1 male,

driving a blue and white scrambler.

[grunts]

f*ck! Wake up.

Wake up, wake up, wake up!

[clock ticking]

[ticking continues]

[motorbike arrives]

[Jack] Simon?

[creaking and banging]

[dialing]

.-[ringing]

-[ringing device in room]

[ringing continues]

Hi, this is Simon.

I'm away at the moment.

Please leave a message

after the tone. Bye.

f*ck!

[upbeat music playing]

[music continues to play]

[woman] Tony, you're putting me off.

Stop f*cking flexing your f*cking pecs

when I'm talking to you!

You've got more muscles than brains

in there, haven't you, you f*cking prick?

If you ever do that to me again,

I'm gonna f*cking...

-[banging at door]

-[woman] Who is it?

-Jack.

-[woman] Jack who?

Dawson.

Have you come to paint me

like one of your French girls?

Let him in.

Now, how the f*ck do I know who that is,

dressed like Batman?

Now, you two, f*ck off!

I didn't know you were back

from the Army.

Yeah, no one does.

And what brings you to me?

Need jewelry?

[laughs]

Sit down, man.

You're making me nervous.

Eddy, I need your help.

-Simon's been kidnapped.

-Kidnapped?

By Silas.

I've got something that he wants.

I trusted him like an idiot.

What don't you just give whatever you have

back to Silas, and avoid any drama?

No, it's not that easy.

I'm starting to get the feeling

that it doesn't belong to him.

-Whose, then?

-I don't know.

And where did you pick

this something up from?

In the North Sea.

-I think you should put it back.

-No, not until I get Simon.

Hmm...

-Does your dad know you're back?

-No.

It's gonna stay that way.

Where is Silas?

Look, that's what I was hoping

that you could help me with.

Try the farm.

You might need this...

The boys round here

are becoming desperate.

Jesus!

Things have changed since you left.

England isn't what it used to be.

Can you help me with this, please?

[rummaging]

Men round here are suffering

from a disease, Jack.

Instead of facing the inevitability

of their annihilation,

they seek refuge

in meaningless hedonism,

self-improvement and shiny objects.

Don't end up the same

as the rest of them.

-How's that?

-Dead.

[straining]

I'm sorry about your mam.

We all miss her.

Thank you.

Be careful, Jack.

The road to hell is paved

with good intentions.

[upbeat music playing]

[intense music playing]

[crashing]

[TV volume low]

-[bones crack]

-Ah, my finger! Aargh!

[yelling in pain]

You broke it!

What are you f*cking doing?

-Where's Silas?

-I ain't telling you sh*t.

-I ain't got a clue, bruv!

-Don't f*cking lie.

I'm not f*cking lying, man!

This g*n, that horse downstairs...

It was you that chased me.

f*cking horse?

Do I look an equestrian to you?

You're handy with a shotgun, though.

You f*cking broke in here and tried

to split me head open! What do you expect?

-Silas!

-Honestly, bruv, he doesn't tell me sh*t!

He just leaves me guarding all his stuff,

freezing my f*cking bollocks off! Aargh!

Aargh! Aargh! Okay! Okay!

He was over there.

By the water cooler. There's a flyer.

Please! By the cooler, over there!

[groaning]

What's wrong with you, man?

My f*cking throat, man!

[coughing]

-Nocturnal.

-Yes. Nocturnal.

It's a f*cking rave. It's on tonight.

He'll be there shifting his stuff.

Honestly, you come in here,

break my finger,

strangle me half to death,

and I'm just trying to make

an honest living!

I've got three f*cking kids

to feed at home!

[Jack] What is this place?

It's a crypto-farm, whatever that is.

Makes money out of thin air, apparently.

-Silas built this?

-Yes.

He believes that, ultimately, crypto will

become the reserve currency for the banks,

playing the same role that gold did

in the formative days of banking.

Silas said that?

Well, yeah, something like that...

Look, my finger.

-What are you watching?

-Ultimate Motocrosser.

I find it relaxing.

Nice.

You're a f*cking violent b*stard,

you know that?

[electronic dance music playing]

Alright? You lost?

Fancy some sniff?

-Nah, I'm good.

-Come on, mate.

-It's f*cking good sniff, like.

-No. I only buy from Silas.

Silas? The little f*cking prick!

Do you know, is he here?

I'll knock him out for you for fifty quid.

It's Armstrong brand. Yeah!

Proper rocket fuel.

None of Silas' dishwasher powder.

You work for Armstrong.

No. I'm self-employed.

-How old are you?

-Old enough to f*ck yer mam!

You stay away from Armstrong.

Are you gonna tighten me back wheel?

-How long has it been?

-Five years.

-How's the flock?

-Not many of us left.

Sub-culture's dead now, man.

Let's have look at you.

You look like you've seen

some things, Jack.

These are old and new.

Heard about your mom.

Sorry.

Why did you bring me out here?

What are you here looking for, Jack?

-An old ghost.

-Boo!

Aren't we all old ghosts to you?

Silas...

Isn't he why you left?

Funny to be the thing

that brings you back.

-What have you done?

-Nothing.

Yeah, where have I heard that before?

Jack, it's been so long.

Come and have a dance with me.

[upbeat music playing]

[music distorting and echoing]

Jack!

-[sound cuts out]

-[man on PA] This is an ill*gal rave!

-Stay where you are!

-[sirens wailing]

-[shouting]

-You're all under arrest!

-[screaming]

-Jack!

Get your sh*t and come find us.

We're at the old Crow's Nest Farm.

[shouting and screaming]

[shouting and screaming]

[engines revving]

[dogs barking]

[sirens wailing]

-[dog barking]

-[sirens wailing]

Aargh! Get the f*ck off me,

you b*stard!

Get the f*ck off me now!

[overlapping voices]

[engine revving]

Oi! f*ck off! This is my spot!

Shh!

No, f*ck you, mate!

I found this spot first!

Please, please, just shut up.

If you don't f*ck off

and find your own spot,

I'm gonna scream at the top of...

What the f*ck is wrong with you?

You keep your mouth shut,

otherwise we're both f*cked, okay?

Okay?

[boy chuckling]

What?

You!

You look absolutely

off your f*cking t*ts, mate.

You're the guy that Silas is after inside,

aren't you?

Why... you know Silas?

Where's he going?

Tell me where he's going.

f*ck you, mate!

I'm not your little b*tch!

[dogs barking]

f*ck!

[overlapping shouting]

My bike's there.

You're gonna take me to him, okay?

What, you're gonna kidnap me

on a motorbike?

-No, it's not kidnapping.

-Well, what if I just jump off?

-Why would you do that?

-Well, 'cos you're kidnapping me.

And I don't quite fancy me chances

with a guy brandishing a f*cking crowbar,

dressed like a low-budget Power Ranger!

-[groaning]

-[dog snarling]

[Jack] You fancy your chances

with them instead?

-f*ck!

-Go!

[helicopter overhead]

Hurry up, man!

I've got a pocket full of cowies!

Hurry up, man, this is supposed

to be a kidnapping, innit?

[barking]

[shouting and jeering]

Ha-ha! f*ck off!

[cheering and whooping]

What now?

How do you know Silas?

I don't know, I just do.

I help him out with a few things

from time to time.

In fact, that prick just left me.

You know when the cops

scrambled the rave?

Look, I need your help.

I need you to go in there

and find my brother.

Your brother?

-He's been kidnapped.

-Kidnapped?

f*ck...

Yeah, youre the guy they sent out

to the North Sea.

Silas is pissed off you never dropped

that bag off. Is that it?

Let's have a look.

Well, why should I help you?

'Cause you'd be banged up

if it wasn't for me.

-Give me your phone.

-Why would I give you my phone?

To put my number in it.

What am I even gonna say to him?

Don't you think it's a bit random, me just

turning up in the a*s end of nowhere?

Just tell him that

Jackdaw's looking for him.

Huh? f*cking Jackdaw?

I'll be hiding out under Third Bridge.

I'll trade the stuff for my brother.

How do I even know what he looks like?

He's called Simon.

When you find him, you call me.

f*ck's sake!

[sighs heavily]

[engine revving]

Yo! Open up! It's the police!

-[man] Oh, sh*t, man! It's the rozzers!

-Course it's not. It's me, Craig.

Open up.

I need to tell Silas something.

-Didn't bring the police here, did you?

-Course not, man! I was proper stealthy!

I'm like f*cking Delta Force climbing

through farmers' fields to get here.

Look at me, covered in clarts.

Alright, come in.

[dance music blaring]

[Silas] Tell me, Craggy.

Yeah, I, er... bumped into that geezer,

you know, on the motorbike?

-[Silas] What'd he look like?

-How the f*ck am I supposed to know?

He was wearing a helmet.

But he did call himself

the f*cking Jackdaw.

[music stops]

-Yeah, he said to send you message.

-Which was?

To meet him by Third Bridge.

To trade that stuff for his brother.

-His brother, eh?

-Yeah, he said that you'd kidnapped him.

[laughing]

Maybes I did! Ha-ha!

Maybes I did, Craggy boy.

Maybes he should've done

as he was telt,

and left my property

where he was supposed to.

But why didn't you just...

leave the money for him?

What's that gotta do with you?

Did he tell you that?

No. No, he just said that

you owed him some money.

-And I just pieced the rest together.

-Maybes he didn't look hard enough for it.

Does he think I'm a liar?

[laughing]

You haven't told him

anything about me, now, have you?

Course I haven't.

You're not lying to me...

are you, Craggy boy?

No, I'm not, marra. I swear.

-Good.

-[Gasps]

Better sniff that, then, best you?

[chuckling]

[raucous laughing]

Make your way over to Third Bridge

and get my stuff of that little prick.

Away, you wankers!

Let's have a f*cking rave, man!

Silas, do you mind if I use the netty?

That gear's gonna make me sh*t meself.

Fill your boots!

Legend!

[metallic clanging]

[liquid dripping]

[engine starts]

[muffled moaning]

-Oi! f*ck off, you pervy nonce!

-sh*t! Sorry, lads, carry on.

Simon?

-[phone ringing]

-Shh!

-Why are you calling me?

-[Jack] Is my brother in there?

-I think I've found him.

-Are you sure?

A f*cking white guy with brown hair.

What more do you want to know?

-What's he wearing?

-It's him. It looks like him.

He's wearing boring-a*s,

f*cking brown clothes.

The rest of the nutters in here are all

wearing tutti-frutti-colored shell suits.

Okay. Well, find a way to let me in.

No, I've helped you out enough.

Look, they're gonna f*cking k*ll me

if they find me sniffing around here.

I think I've just found a fire exit.

Yeah, it's round back.

I'll leave the door to.

[blaring dance music]

Silas, er...

you don't mind if I grab

another little bump, do you?

Appreciate it.

Oi, Silas!

This little f*cking perv,

he just burst in on me,

taking a mental photo

of my bare bollocking a*s!

Well, it's quite impossible

to see anything else, man!

Yeah, no sh*t! What you talking about?

I was just looking for the toilet, man!

Yeah?

Who was you on the phone to, then?

Simon?

Simon...

Who the f*ck are you?

[muffled shouting]

What was that sound?

Darren, Marzy, go and check that out.

Who were you chatting to,

Craggy boy?

Just-- just me old lady, mate.

Seems a bit late.

-What time is it, boys?

-Dunno...

Aargh! f*ck!

Bingo, m*therf*cker!

[Darren] f*cking crackheads, man...

f*cking get him, man!

f*ck off! f*ck!

[laughing maniacally]

[yelling]

[panting]

[growling]

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

A little Jackydaw!

Where's Simon?

Did you bring my little baggie?

Doesn't belong to you, Silas.

Jesus, Jack! Are you here

to give me a lesson about morals?

I tell you what, let's play a little game

of Pass The Parcel.

If you win, I'll tell you

where your brother is.

Come on.

-Come on.

-Tell me.

-Throw it to me.

-Tell me!

-Tell me where he f*cking is!

-I never kidnapped your brother, man!

-You broke into my house.

-I was looking for you.

[Silas chuckling]

-Whose is this?

-Whose do you think?

[Silas laughing]

[Agonized screaming]

Whose is it?

Armstrong's!

It's big bad Armstrong's!

You really f*cked it, Jackdaw!

-You set me up.

-Daddy's home, Jackie boy!

Here, Silas, he wasn't at the bridge.

He's right here on top of me, man!

[yelling]

f*cking get him, man!

Here's Johnny!

[whistling] Oi! Let me jump

on the back, will you?

Where's your brother?

Come on, man, let's f*cking go!

Mate, you're gonna have to go faster!

[laughing] Oi, oi!

-Jackie boy!

-Quick! He's catching us up!

[laughing]

Let's f*ck with these little pricks.

Whoo-hoo!

Just give me my little baggie!

[whooping]

[Craig] Jesus Christ, you f*cking nutter!

f*ck off!

Spin around! Spin around!

Enough f*cking around.

[c*ck g*n]

He's got a g*n!

[engine sputtering]

-What you doing, man?

-The fuel's run out.

-[engine sputtering]

-I filled it up!

f*cking hell, man!

[engine sputtering]

[sighs] What's up with it?

Why are you stopping?

It's the carb. It's been hammered.

I'm not f*cking surprised.

I know where we can get it fixed.

What, you're walking?

Are you coming, or what?

[dogs barking]

What do you want, Birdie?

I need some repairs.

Who's your friend?

Craig.

Put the kettle on. It's freezing.

What happened to your arm?

Some knife-wielding nutter

tried to give me a shorter neck.

[sighs] Sit down, I'll take a look.

Ah!

-[Craig] Aargh!

-[Bo] Take your jacket off.

Listen, I never take this off.

I'm already pissed off it's ruined.

Have it your way.

Oh, f*ck!

[screaming]

-Where you boys heading?

-[Craig] Aargh!

-[Mia] Who's hollering?

-[Bo] You remember Jack, Mia?

You were only a bairn

last time you saw him.

Yeah, I know exactly who he is.

Hello, Jack Dawson.

Three times FIM 500cc champion.

Also known as Jackie boy, Birdie...

or more commonly... the Jackdaw.

Did you hear, Jack? Bo clocked your

lap time at Barleigh Castle at 1:57:415.

[Mia giggling]

What's in the bag?

Yeah, what is in the bag?

Nothing.

Well, it don't look like nothing.

It's something belonging to Armstrong.

Armstrong? Well, sh*t! Let me see.

Yo, that looks f*cking wild.

Well, open it, then.

No, I'm not f*cking with it.

I need to give it back.

He's taken my brother.

What, you robbed this from him?

What, you think Armstrong's gonna let you

just walk away scot-free,

like you didn't take his sh*t?

He's gonna proper f*ck you up.

Along with your brother.

[laughing]

Hey, real talk, your brother's

probably dead already.

[zipper closing]

If I was you, I'd just cut my losses,

f*ck off with this while I still can.

Mia?

Jack's bike needs his carb sorting.

Get it sorted, will you?

-[Mia] You coming?

-Yeah.

Alright, listen, yeah?

I don't want Armstrong's dickheads

coming round here.

So, you need to get your sh*t...

and leave.

[scoffs]

You see, it's easy.

All you do, unscrew the top.

And it's just clogged with soot.

Mia, how do Bo and Jack

know each other?

They were childhood lovebirds,

right up until Jack just...

...left and joined the Army.

And who's this, er... Armstrong geezer?

He's Jack's dad.

So, what's so big and bad about him?

He did something terrible.

Why, what's he done?

You heard about his mom.

He strangled her to death.

In front of Jack's little brother.

But that's just a rumor.

Is Simon okay?

I don't know.

What's this tangled web you're in, Jack?

Silas offered me money

to go and do a simple pick-up.

I never even stopped to think

that it might not belong to him.

Who are you trying to convince there,

me or yourself?

Why didn't you come see me

when you got back home?

I would've been

a good friend to you, Jack.

This isn't anything personal to you, Bo.

You joined the Army without telling me.

You ghosted everyone here

who loved you.

Maybe you actually managed

to better yourself.

So, why do all that

to fall straight back in with Silas?

I should've known

he'd create this nightmare...

No, Jack...

You created this nightmare

all by yourself.

Where you running to this time?

I can't have Simon living in that house

after what happened to our mom in there.

You could've changed it

if you'd been here, Birdie.

All this sh*t was supposed to be easy.

If you try to take the easy way out

and run away,

you'll end up right back where you started

and nothing will have changed.

The thing you're running from...

...needs to be dealt with, right here.

[horse whinnies]

[dogs barking]

[Dani, muffled] Bo!

-Jack!

-[groaning]

How long was I...?

Don't worry, you just drifted off

for a few minutes.

[Dani] Bo, are you coming or what?

There's a car parked in paddock's field

looking mad dodgy.

Look.

You brought Armstrong's dickheads

right to us.

[sucks teeth]

f*ck's sake, man! Look.

No, that's not Armstrong. It's Silas.

Bo, go and lock up all the windows.

Dani! What are you doing? We are not

getting into a f*cking shootout.

-Where's Mia?

-She's in the workshop.

We need to get her

and then get the bikes.

[dogs barking]

Hello?

[Dani] I'm getting out of here.

I didn't sign up for this f*cking sh*t!

Shh!

[door rattling]

[handle rattling]

[glass smashing]

[g*nsh*t]

[man groaning]

[Bo] Dani! Jack!

Get something for her neck, quickly!

Dani, you're gonna be okay, sweetheart.

Come on, Dani, don't you f*cking die.

-[labored breathing]

-Dani!

[breathing stops]

[banging and glass smashing]

[man screaming]

-Aargh! You f*cking b*tch!

-Shh!

f*ck!

Are you okay? Are you okay?

[thudding]

[metallic clanging]

[grunts]

-[knocking]

-[Mia]Let me in, it's me.

-Where's Craig?

-He got shot.

-Where's Dani?

-[g*nsh*t]

[Jack] Go!

Mia, get the bikes started.

-Where are you going?

-f*ck knows.

Wherever the wind carries us.

Okay, I'll come find you.

You won't.

Oh, f*ck's sake, Mia!

-[g*nsh*t]

-Ah, f*cking hell!

What's going on, man?

[Craig] NCS!

You are a f*cking cop?

Deep cover, mate.

The Oscar goes to...

-[g*nshots]

-Hey, Silas, is that you?

[Silas] Course it's me, you little prick!

Jesus, Craggy, you little piggy!

[mimics pig squealing]

[Silas] Aargh!

[engine revving]

Look, take me with you, Jack.

I can help you put this right properly.

Mate, I cannot let you

leave here with that.

sh*t!

[dogs barking]

[horse whinnies]

Yeah. Yeah, it's me.

I need picking up.

Yeah, and hurry the f*ck up, please.

I've been shot

and I'm on a f*cking awful comedown!

[gates buzzing]

-[girl] Dad...

-[muffled voices]

-[Simon] It's my turn. Give me the dice.

-[Girl] Here you go, Simon.

[Simon] Thank you.

[Armstrong]

It goes round clockwise, that clock.

There you are.

[Dice shaking and landing]

[Armstrong] There you go, go on.

Jack?

Simon...

Come on.

I've come to take you home.

[Armstrong] He is home.

Come and join us for some breakfast.

Your sister would like to meet you.

Brought you that.

Carry on with your game.

Don't let me stop you.

-[Girl] You owe me loads of money, dad.

-Sweetheart, you've nearly cleared me out.

[Girl] Here you go, Simon.

-Go on, son.

-He's not your son.

You decided that

when you walked out on him.

I see you're still riding that bike

I gave you years ago.

Come on.

Sit down, son.

[Simon giggling]

[laughing]

[sighs heavily]

Just sit down

and come play with your family.

How do you know I took it?

-What?

-The package. How do you know it was me?

All roads lead to Rome eventually, son.

Now, here you are.

So, you kidnapped Simon

to drag me here?

Kidnapped?

My own kid?

You think I really care

what's in that bag?

One of many.

Is that what happened, Simon?

-I kidnapped you?

-No, Dad.

See? He's quite happy.

This is where you should've been

all along.

Two nice big rooms upstairs

for you and your little brother.

No, I don't want anything from you.

Jack, you still need to take

from Daddy to survive.

You think if I'd known it was yours,

I would've taken it?

We've never taken a thing from you.

You've taken everything from us.

What was it?

What did she do to you

that you just couldn't bear?

Dad, there's a horse in the garden.

Amy, go upstairs and play.

No one steals from me

and gets away with it, Jack.

This is what your mother

should've realized

before trying to run away

with your little brother.

Then she might be still here

to join us for breakfast.

[Jack] Is that what did it?

Or was it that ultimately

she did the job of making sure

that we never, ever

turned out like you?

You turned out exactly like me, son.

So, don't come here

waving a g*n around your sister

and giving me sh*t about how well

your b*tch mother brought you up!

I tell you what...

I'm gonna give you a choice

that you didn't give her.

To take your family and leave here,

or let Amy grow up without a father

just like we did.

Go on, then,

if you think you're man enough.

Do it.

Or did your mommy

bring you up too soft?

[Simon] Jack...

Let's just go home.

You're not like him, Jack.

Shut your mouth, boy!

You're going nowhere!

Simon, let's go.

You'd have been too soft to do anything

if you were there that day, Jack.

-[c*ck g*n]

-Your mother was right.

You're not like me at all.

Soft little rabbit skin.

[g*nsh*t]

[crying]

That's for what he did to your ma.

This is mine.

[spits]

[door closes]

Look at me, look at me!

It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

Armed police! Get your hands up!

-Jack! Jack, show me your hands!

-Hands up!

-Jack, you need to show me your hands!

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, okay.

[Sam Fender]

'Cos The Half Moon

The Waggon and The Dolphin

are in between

Stagger into the Mission Hall

And mumble a few words

One for me Ma

one for me sister who isn't well

And as I get through the door

back home

He's already took her

She never done nowt wrong

in the little time she had

Iris, I miss you like hell

You're little hands and funny laugh

will haunt me

Till the day I see you again...

Any idea what happened

to your little, er... baggie?

Silas.

f*ck.

I geared up and went to w*r

with no need for persuasion...

[Craig] The flock has flown the nest.

Hopefully it won't come to that

Hopefully I won't have to do it

-What?

-Nothing.

[sirens wailing]

The things that I have seen out here

will haunt me till I see you again

Let's keep this little radgie night

our secret.

Though I may join you soon

if I don't make it

Through this never-ending nightmare

-Iris, I hope I make it...

-[sirens wailing]

Come on!

[keys jangling]

Go and take care of your brother.

I told you it were f*cked.

["The Prodigy" by Jericho playing]

The horns of Jericho,

the horns of Jericho...

I'll show you f*cked.

[engine revving]

Whoo-hoo!

[music continues to play]

Feel the bass

come down on me, baby

Feel the bass

come down on me, baby

Want a favor, find a favor

want a favor, find a favor...