[upbeat rock music]
[horn blaring]
[man] Move your fat ass,
you A-town m*therf*cker.
Shut the f*ck up, Bernie.
My f*cking head's about to explode here.
That guy sure messed you up.
Yeah, well, lever see him again,
he's dead.
[chuckles]
[Bernie] Not so pretty now,
hey, pretty boy?
I look like I tried to f*ck
a reluctant panda bear.
Yeah, well, you did worse than that, huh?
Oh, don't f*cking talk about it.
It didn't happen, okay?
[seagulls crying in the distance]
[exhales]
- Where the f*ck are they?
- It's okay.
We have ten minutes yet.
Oh, Frank. Stop giving out
like an old lady, will you?
[sighs]
I just want everyone
to go home happy from this too.
[man] Exactly. Do you hear that, Frank?
[Frank] f*cking hate this sh*t.
[scoffs]
You're take no notice of him.
The baggage handler's lost his charm
at the airport, apparently.
[horn blaring]
Look at this f*cking mulignan.
Man, her assh*le brother's got his feet
so far under the f*cking table.
You know what you should do?
Should just tell him to leave.
[sighs] I can't, man.
It's all part of the deal.
Man, I hate house guests.
Yesterday he put my shoes
out on the porch and polished them.
I mean, what the f*ck does that even mean?
[Bernie laughs]
Oh, Jesus. You got any headache pills?
Nah, I got smack.
Talk about a f*cking sledgehammer
to cr*ck a nut.
[Bernie] Here you go.
What your old lady say?
I ain't been home yet.
Oh, right.
- She's pregnant.
- Aw, sh*t. Again?
Considering how much you hate her,
you sure seem to f*ck her a lot.
[inhales sharply]
Where are we going?
[van chugging]
So what's the deal with you and Frank?
[man] It's Frank's job
to make sure that no one gets in my way.
And it's my job
to make sure that Frank
doesn't get in his own way.
[horn honks]
Hey, Saint Francis.
- What's going on?
- [Frank] Get over here.
- Hey!
- Where the f*ck have you been?
My sister's worried sick about you.
Don't worry about it. When she's pregnant,
she's sick all the time.
Jeez.
- What happened to your eye?
- Huh?
Listen, son, don't you show me up.
Trying to help you here,
give you an opportunity, bring you in.
Is that why you polished my shoes?
What?
I got work gloves.
Come here, Justine.
You're not FBI, are you?
- I'm I.I.F.M.
- What?
In it for myself.
[groaning loudly]
- All right?
- f*ck!
- f*cking sort it out.
- Jesus, Frank.
My f*cking balls, man!
Get over here. Straighten up.
You look like the f*cking
Hunchback of Notre Dame.
[man] f*ck! My beautiful balls.
Now, introduce yourself to the lady.
Sure.
- Stevo.
- Justine.
- Justine. Enchanté.
- [chuckles]
[Stevo] Charlie's missing
an angel tonight, huh?
[chuckles] Oh, my God, beautiful.
- Great.
- [Chris sighs]
So, Stevo, where did you get the vehicle?
Oh, the vehicle? That's cool.
No, I did exactly what I was told.
Yeah? That's a first, eh?
Hey, Justine,
I need some of that brown stuff
you girls like to trowel
all over your face.
What do you mean? Like powder?
Yeah, yeah.
I feel a little conspicuous
with the black eye.
- Oh.
- Yeah, Stevo, I'll do it for you.
- I'll help you out here. Now, how's that?
- Hey, careful.
- There we go.
- Careful, Chris. It's bruised.
- I'll do it. I'll do it.
- I'll do it. I'll do it.
I'll f*cking do it.
So where's our guy, then?
- We didn't come 3,000 miles for the view.
- Here he is. I'll handle it.
[Frank] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Slow down there, sweetheart.
Christopher?
So what do you think?
Sure, we'll give him his day in court.
I don't like his jumper.
A thousand apologies.
Hate it when people are tardy.
This is Ord.
It's good to meet you boys.
Thanks for coming out.
[Frank] Maybe later.
You didn't masturbate before you got here,
- did you.
- You what?
Told you, I don't wanna work with anybody
who's carrying a loaded w*apon.
[chuckles]
So if you need time,
go find yourself a dark corner.
[chuckles]
I'm just saying relax. It's all good.
If you wouldn't mind, as we agreed upon...
- I'll check for wires.
- I've got a g*n.
Good. Well, soon you guys
will have even more.
Come on, big guy.
[Chris laughs]
You know, where I'm from, boy,
we'd be halfway up the aisle by now.
Would you hold your makeup there for me?
Thank you.
- All right there, Smokey.
- You smell good.
- [Stevo chuckles]
- Thank you. It's your mother.
[laughs]
Okay, no wires. If no one's listening in,
I guess we're all friends.
The, uh...
The f*g and the ret*rd
are an interesting choice of muscle
to bring to the party.
- Just right there.
- Ow!
You ain't got them blended.
You know what? f*ck the small talk.
Let's buy some g*ns, eh?
All right. Step into my office.
[upbeat rock music]
What the f*ck are you doing?
I'm leaving a trail of breadcrumbs.
So, what did Justine tell you
about these people?
Why don't we hear it from you, fella?
Okay, I appreciate that
you're a serious guy,
I mean, f*ck Britain and all that,
but you're on a different level now.
The guy who represents this merchandise,
his lawn is bigger
than your whole f*cking country.
As big as your f*cking mouth, then.
Tell me, Frank, is it true you people
live in houses with mud floors?
- What?
- I'm just saying, you know,
my ancestors probably ate raw onions
and f*cked goats, so...
Nah, I doubt they were that advanced.
- [metal clatters]
- Oh, God damn it.
- [Frank] Watch yourself there.
- [Bernie] Look at this sh*t.
[Stevo] It's a real f*cking palace.
[Ord] Hey, beggars can't be choosers,
Cinderella.
I wonder what kind of factory it was.
Well, whatever it made,
nobody wants it now.
[rock music continues]
Ugh. It's cold.
You think this is cold, sweetheart?
You should try Holywood in February.
Freeze the tits of a brass witch.
It's so f*cking dirty.
Who put all the lights on?
Only thing a girl needs to stay warm
in Los Angeles is a flexible outlook.
I'm not talking about your Hollywood.
I'm talking about the real Holywood.
- Holywood, County Down, Northern Ireland.
- You know we've walked like half a mile?
[Frank] Not your Cecil B. DeMille
bullshit.
[Ord] You guys got a Hollywood, too?
Have to carry all the f*cking g*ns
through here, all the way over there.
That's what I like about this business.
It can be financially rewarding
and you can still learn something new
- everyday.
- [Frank] Stick with your ABCs, son.
Right, introductions, yeah?
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
Vernon, why don't you come join us?
The g*ng's all here.
[Frank] Here we go.
Vernon is in the blue suit.
[Ord] Howdy, boys. How's the digs?
- [Chris] Who's the other fella?
- [Justine] Martin.
He was a Panther, but it didn't work out.
Vernon was misdiagnosed
as a child genius
and he never got over it.
- [Chris] What is he now?
- Let me do the talking, eh, boy?
An international assh*le.
Vern, these are the boys
from across the pond.
Well, everyone's from somewhere, eh?
Justine. How are you, doll?
As gorgeous as ever,
well, you've, uh,
put on a bit of weight.
- Did somebody impregnate you?
- f*ck off.
- Good. There's still a chance.
- What the f*ck is that accent?
Uh, I think it's like, Swiss or something.
- Austrian.
- Oh, right. That's it. Austrian.
What do you say
we check out the march?
That's why we're here, eh?
She's a bit shy.
So, you'll be pleased to know
that I have a whole truckload
of these gorgeous dolls just outside
and they're all looking
for dance partners.
It's not what we ordered.
Eh...
You're a little bit rude, eh?
I was presenting the merch
and you start chirping the bird there.
He says it's not what he ordered.
- f*ck, really? Uh...
- Let me explain.
- What, uh... What did you order?
- So, we ordered M16s.
You've heard of them?
Now, this is an AR70.
Different w*apon.
[tapping]
It's not what I ordered.
You should teach your boy some manners.
Learn a thing or two from the English.
[whispers] Keep your sh*t together.
Martin, stay out of this.
I'm not running
a f*cking pizza delivery service.
You want the weapons
or you don't want the weapons?
- Look...
- They're as*ault r*fles.
You said r*fles.
Justine, you said r*fles, doll.
- They're f*cking r*fles. What do you want?
- Look.
- This is what was available.
- You're not gonna find anything else
of this quality or consistency
on the market.
Not in the numbers that you need
or in the time that you've got.
He has a point.
[sniffs] Where from?
Stop with the questions.
You're a curious fucker, eh?
We're gonna get on, you and me.
- They're surplus.
- So f*cking curious about the world.
[sighs and whispers] f*cking hell, man.
Look, they're surplus.
They won't be missed, all right?
All right, take her for a spin.
Give us the mag.
[scoffs] No manners again. So simple.
Just load it, Martin.
Just a f*cking "please."
Like f*ck I'm gonna load it.
[softly] What are you doing
in front of the client?
[whispers] Get your sh*t together.
If you want something done right,
you do it yourself, eh?
- [Frank] Amen, brother.
- [Chris sighs] Okay.
Yep.
I think we got off on... a little bit
of a bad footing there, eh?
I think what we need to do
is just start afresh,
so I'm gonna be the gentleman
in this relationship
and I'm gonna chuck in a free box of lube
'cause she likes to run wet.
Whoa, whoa. Slow the roll for a minute.
Public safety announcement
while the r*fle's hot.
I'm gonna pull my p*stol out.
Nothing personal.
Knock yourself out, Sparky.
[Vernon] Okay, just try not to hit
any of the metalwork,
'cause I don't wanna get any
of those blim-burns on my new s...
[g*nsh*t]
-...suit.
Sorry, what was that?
This is from Savile Row...
I don't know about you guys,
but I for one think
Vern's merchandise is a real gas.
My guess is you're whatever
you're paid to be, pal.
- [Vernon] Do you see what you did here?
- [g*nshots]
Good.
[Vernon] Okay.
I'll overlook it this time.
Mazel tov.
[Vernon] So, let's open Pandora's box, eh?
[scoffs] All right, my, uh...
Associate.
...associate here will do the count,
see if it's all there.
It's better this way.
The machine don't lie.
[sniffs]
[sniffs]
[sniffs]
[man] Gordon. Gordon,
are you sure that radio is on?
Course it's f*cking on.
Good, 'cause I don't wanna miss my cue.
What the f*ck you gonna do?
High-kick your way in there
with a f*cking top hat and cane?
And, plus, it's my cue, okay?
Whatever.
- I'm just ready, you know?
- Yeah?
And I want Vern to know that.
Vern doesn't give two fucks
about what you want.
Vernon can't even see you,
you're that small.
Plus you need to wash them knuckles
or they're gonna get infected.
f*ck me.
You like John Denver?
I must admit,
I never tire of looking at it.
I never tire of looking at you, doll.
So what do you know?
It's all there. On the nose.
- [Vernon] That's heart-warming.
- And you can keep the case as well.
- Oh.
- Yeah, I was going to.
Thanks, eh?
Real nice teeth.
- Looks like a f*cking cock jockey.
- Yeah.
[radio crackles]
You can bring the girls in.
[Harry over radio] On the way.
Okay, so, Vern's boys are gonna drive
the car in
- they're gonna put the crates of g*ns...
- Get your f*cking hands off me.
Grandpa, you gotta relax.
They're gonna put the g*ns right here.
When they are done, they're gonna leave.
Then Tweedledee and Tweedledum
can load them
up into your little clown car.
And you're the first one
I'm gonna take down
if this goes south, big lad. [scoffs]
- That's probably a good idea, Grandpa.
- I reckon.
Oops.
- Oh, sorry, you're just... You're molting.
- Hmm.
- Bigfoot.
- [indistinct chatter]
[metal rattles]
[folk music playing over van stereo]
So before we head home,
do you wanna go for dinner with me?
Oh, wow. I didn't factor that in.
Well, I mean,
- I know we just met and all, but...
- [Justine] Mm-hmm.
It's unlikely that I'll be over here again
before too long,
so I thought we could maybe...
- [Justine chuckles]
- ...grab a bite.
Wow, when you put it like that,
it doesn't sound like
a very good investment.
It doesn't sound like
a very good investment.
It doesn't sound like
a very good investment.
[van engine revs]
Yeah, f*ck it. But you know, f*ck it.
- Forget I said that.
- I will.
Oh... [clicks tongue]
f*ck it.
[folk music continues]
[speaks indistinct]
f*ck.
[Stevo] Come here.
[Bernie] Where you going?
What's the matter with you?
Holy mother of f*ck.
[Stevo] That's the guy
who att*cked me last night.
That's the guy.
That's the guy from the bar.
That's not good. That's not good.
That's very...
[music stops]
[indistinct chattering]
[Stevo] Bernie...
[Harry] Boss, keys.
Okay.
Lekker, man.
You know what this is?
It's the key, key to victory.
For you and the Irish.
A van full of AR70s. Fantastic.
Just let it go. Let it go, mate.
- We didn't wanna get in the way.
- You didn't wanna get in the way?
What are you, on holidays or something?
You're supposed to be helping
with the van.
I'm paying you 100 bucks
to help with the van.
Get over there, all right?
- Okay?
- Sure. Sure.
- Oh, we... we thought that...
- Shh. Just do it.
Sure. You can't f*cking go there.
I'm telling you, you're gonna be so happy
with these weapons,
you're gonna come back for more.
[Ord] All right, Gordon,
let's get those boxes down.
- [Harry] You take that end.
- You're gonna be like my bird,
- begging for more, eh?
- [Ord] Yeah, bring them over here,
- stack them up like a...
- [Harry] Yeah
- [Gordon] Yup, you got it.
- [Harry] Okay.
- [Vernon] Come on, guys. Come, come.
- [Ord] Harry, for future reference,
let's not drop the a*t*matic weapons.
[Harry] Swell, man.
Stop f*cking complaining.
Let's get the job done.
[Vernon] I've never, uh,
I've never been to Ireland.
You what?
I said... I said,
I've never been to Ireland, eh?
Oh.
You should go, man.
They'd, uh, they'd love you over there.
- [Ord] Perfect.
- f*ck, still more, eh?
[Ord] All right, guys, come on.
Let's get this done.
sh*t, I didn't know it was this many.
I think you might owe me
a bit of extra boodle, eh?
[Chris laughs mirthlessly]
[both grunting]
One, two, three...
Hey. Come here.
I'm mingling. What the f*ck?
What about the a*mo?
Back of the truck.
- [Chris] Oh, yeah. I'm... I'm sorry.
- [Harry] Watch my f*cking fingers!
I think that just saying no
is kind of a reflex.
- Yeah. f*ck it.
- It's stupid.
No, we're not giving them that, man.
I told you,
I only brought that along in case
- I had to sweeten the deal.
- [chuckles]
- [Vernon] The Irish went for the AR70s.
- [Martin chuckles] You're the man, man.
We give the M16s to the Libyans, eh?
- Vern and learn, baby.
- [Martin chuckles]
We should probably lock it up,
just in case they see it.
I think we could.
We could probably both use a drink
after this.
[Chris] Yeah, that'd be nice.
I'd like that.
- [Gordon grunting] Last one.
- [Vernon] Yeah, you're right.
Okay, just don't let them see you.
Just do it subtly.
- As soon as they're done packing.
- [Gordon] Oh, God!
- What?
- [Gordon] Jesus!
What happened?
- I got a splinter.
- [Harry] Let me see that.
Vern and f*cking learn.
[Harry] Been dealing with this f*cking guy
all day.
Hold still. Let me take it out with this.
- f*ck off!
- [Harry] p*ssy.
[Vernon] A f*cking splinter.
Are you serious?
Sorry, boss. Harry distracted me.
- I just suddenly feel a little bit sick.
- Really? Really?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, I think...
- Sympathy's in the dictionary
between "sh*t" and "syphilis," son,
all right?
Get the f*ck over there.
You make me look stupid.
Three birds in a nest.
Do your puking when you're walking.
- Go, go, go.
- All right, Frank.
Can you open up the rest of them?
[Vernon] Here it is, eh?
- The rest are all like that.
- [Chris] Yeah, open the rest of 'em.
- You're f*cking kidding.
- No.
- [Vernon] There's three in every box.
- [Chris] Good.
- It's, uh, ten boxes, 30 like we agreed.
- [Ord] Vern.
We covered this.
Transparency, remember?
[Vernon] Okay. Okay, mate.
Harry, open them all.
The customer's always right.
You're not very trusting, eh, Irish?
I'm English,
but I'm English-South African.
It's different.
Trust's not your thing, eh?
- Son of a f*cking bitch!
- [all exclaiming]
- Jesus. What the f*ck?
- [Harry] ...piece of sh*t!
[Vernon] Step in there, man!
[all yelling indistinctly]
Come here, you f*cking junkie.
I'll f*ck you up again,
you f*cking piece of sh*t.
- [Gordon] Leave it, will you?
- Calm the f*ck down.
Blah, blah, blah,
you f*cking knuckle-dragger.
All right, Stevo.
[Vernon] ...just calm that little dog.
FYI, your breath stinks of sh*t
and you got a serious case of BO.
All right, you mark my words,
you filthy addict!
Eat wood, you f*ck!
- Oh, sh*t.
- [all exclaim]
- Whoa! Hold on!
- Sorry!
- You f*cking w*nk*r!
- [Bernie] Sorry.
- You little f*cking cocksucker!
- Vern, Vern, Vern. Hey, hey.
We got the money.
The deal's done. No use.
[all yelling]
[Gordon] Whoa, whoa, whoa.
[Chris] What are you f*cking doing,
you f*cking clown!
- Prick.
- I swear to God,
you're a waste of f*cking skin.
- Unprovoked.
- It was uncalled for.
- Took me on the... on the pip. Unprovoked.
- I know, I know. Does it hurt?
- [Harry] You f*cking bottled her...
- [Vernon] No, no, it doesn't hurt.
- I'm from Africa, man.
- [Justine] Come over here.
- [Vernon] Africa's not for sissies.
- [Justine] I understand.
[Vernon] f*ck it, I don't even...
I don't even feel it.
But it's the principle, doll.
- [Justine] f*ck, he really got you.
- [Vernon] Yeah, principle, yeah?
- Oh, God.
- Oh, f*ck, okay.
It's all right, I got a handkerchief.
- Fix you right up.
- Okay, okay.
The f*ck's going on? Eh?
Let them deal with it.
Let them deal with it.
- You're fine right here with me.
- [Ord] All right.
All right. All right. All right.
- Little bit of a newsflash.
- Please.
Harry here says that Junkie Joe over there
did something pretty unconscionable
last night.
- I'll get to the bottom of this.
- [exhales]
All right, listen, his name's Steven.
There's something wrong with him, okay?
Apologies.
That's a dirty name around here,
all right?
- Okay.
- [Vernon] Okay, all right.
The suspense is k*lling me.
What... what did Steven do?
That f*cking junkie came on to my cousin
last night at the Harlequins.
And when she wouldn't suck
his f*cking d*ck, he bottled her.
- You've got to be kidding me.
- What?
[Harry] I'm serious as f*cking cancer.
She's scarred, man,
permanently, and she's 17.
Hang on, Harry. Is this true, Gordon?
[Gordon] It's unfortunate, but it's true.
The place erupted
like f*cking Vesuvius, man.
There's not a stick of furniture left
in the place, for real.
If you were to walk into Harlequins
tomorrow night
with his head on a f*cking stick,
you'd be a hero, man.
Why would you even say that?
Why would you say that?
What are you doing?
You're just making it worse.
Everybody, take a chill pill, okay?
Just calm the f*ck down.
[clears throat]
Now, listen here. [exhales]
- We'd like to leave with our money...
- Uh-huh.
And I'm sure that you boys
would like to leave
- with the weapons, okay?
- Uh-huh.
Mmm-hmm.
- This is not good for business.
- Mmm-hmm.
Well, you know, [chuckles]
you know, bringing AR70s to an M16 deal
is not good for business.
Neither is bringing a sex pest.
[Vernon] It's under control, doll.
I got this.
The bird has a point. Okay?
- We'd like to trust you...
- Uh-huh.
...but we can't because your boy
- Okay.
- ...has been disrespectful.
All right, fair enough.
- Okay?
- Just give me a minute. All right, enough.
- Hey?
- You all right, Chris?
Get out of my...
- sh*t.
- [Stevo groans]
He's doing the right thing.
Jesus Christ, get the f*ck off me!
[blows landing]
That's the hiding of his f*cking life.
Why don't you f*cking tickle him to death?
[Chris] f*cking bottled a f*cking woman?
- [Frank] ...what?
- [Chris] Is that your thing?
Is that your f*cking thing, Stevo, huh?
I swear on my wife's life, what the...
- [Vernon] He bottled him, doll.
- [Justine] Who does that?
- I would never do that.
- No, no, no.
- I would never lay my hands on a woman.
- I know. I know, you never have.
You gotta believe me, Frank,
he's confusing me
with some other handsome fucker.
- [Chris] Frank, seriously.
- All right?
As God is my witness,
I did not bottle that slut.
- Right, you f*ck!
- Frank, please!
I swear to sweet Jesus.
Look, he's family, Chris, all right?
- So I should be the one that...
- [groaning loudly] f*ck, Frank!
[Stevo wailing]
[Stevo] f*ck, Frank!
[blows landing]
[Frank] I'm f*cking telling you.
Do you understand me?
- [Stevo wailing]
- I'm gonna f*cking bury you in a grave.
- Piece of sh*t.
- There you go.
- [Stevo] Don't k*ll me, Frank.
- [Frank yelling]
[Ord] They're taking care of their own,
all right?
[Vernon] No, no, they... they...
they've done it.
- Just...
- All right.
[Frank] You're f*cking going out there
- and you're gonna f*cking apologize.
- Okay, so...
Steven has been reprimanded,
all right?
He's gonna... he's gonna pay
for your cousin's, um, hospital bills.
He's gonna write
- a sincere letter of apology.
- That's great.
That's great. He's paying for the bills
and a letter in... in... in his blood.
- In his own f*cking blood if needs be.
- In his blood.
Are you kidding me, man? A f*cking letter?
- [Chris] Can we just get back to the g*ns?
- A f*cking letter?
Maybe she doesn't read.
Maybe she wants it drawn.
Like a little, remorseful pony.
- She can f*cking read, Ord!
- [Vernon] That... stop it!
- [Ord] Wanna do this?
- Back off. Calm down.
- [Ord] f*cking relax.
- Steven's gonna apologize.
[Ord] See? There you go.
[Stevo crying]
[Spits]
- Let him do it.
- I'm calm.
Man to man.
[panting] About last night...
I'm real sorry.
- That's great.
- There you go.
That's great. There you go.
[Stevo panting] I'm really sorry.
I'm really sorry, guys.
'Cause I came so hard
in your cousin's mouth
that I think I knocked some of her
- rotten f*cking teeth out!
- [Martin] Whoa, whoa, whoa!
You're gonna have to pick 'em out
of her f*cking stools
at the f*cking hospital!
[laughing maniacally]
- [Vernon] I'm gonna give him a hiding.
- f*cking cocksuckers!
[Martin] Shut that m*therf*cker up!
[Vernon] You said he was gonna apologize.
What was that?
- [Martin] Alright?
- [Frank] How many times have I told you?
[Vernon] That's clear provocation.
[Martin] Vern, you're not helping.
Alright?
- Just cool it, Harry, okay?
- [exhales]
Just cool it down.
Just f*cking drop it, Harry.
Put one of them in your f*cking mouth.
f*ck off back to Austria!
Big f*cking mouth on a little lad.
- Muzzle that one.
- [Justine] Okay, okay! Enough.
[Vernon] The f*ck is wrong with you,
Frank? You bring a druggie, f*cking...
You bring a f*cking...
[Frank] Hey! Who are you talking druggie?
You know nothing about the lad.
You're only making it worse.
Now shut the f*ck up.
[Justine] We don't need
you yelling at him. Calm down.
[Ord] Who gives a sh*t anyway?
[Ord] Who gives a sh*t anyway?
[Ord] Who gives a sh*t anyway?
[Harry] Hey!
[Gordon] What the f*ck are you doing
with my g*n, Harry?
- No, no, Harry, Harry. Harry, no!
- Suck on this.
[soft acoustic music plays]
[no audible dialog]
[indistinct, distorted yelling fades in]
[Frank] Some fucker's gonna die!
- Calm down!
- [indistinct yelling]
[Frank] You're just winded.
You're all right
- [Vernon] I've got it under control.
- Will you control your f*cking man?
- I've got him.
- Come here, you f*cking cocksucker!
f*ck you!
[Vern and Stevo both shriek]
- f*ck.
- [Vernon] I've been sh*t!
[shrieks]
Ord! Ord!
I've been sh*t. I've been f*cking sh*t.
- He sh*t me.
- [Ord] I got you. Come here.
[panting]
- f*ck. [groaning]
- He barely nicked you, Vern. You're fine.
Eh?
[Justine] You're gonna be okay.
It's mostly the suit.
Is the b*llet not in there, doll?
[Justine] It just looks like
it's the shoulder pad.
[Vernon] My f*cking suit!
[b*ll*ts whizzing and ricocheting]
[panting]
[Frank] Chris!
[Stevo] Frank!
[Vernon] Ord, my g*n's jammed.
[screams]
[Vernon] Christ.
It's usually so reliable, man.
- [Ord] f*ck.
- [Vern] Dust got in there.
[Ord] Here, take it.
[g*nsh*t]
[whimpers]
[b*llet ricochets]
[indistinct chatter]
[Martin] Don't sh**t! The deal's off!
Just have to wait for him
to show me his little pip.
[Martin] Keep cool out there.
I got him. [panting]
Cocksucker! [groans loudly]
- He's still moving, Vern.
- Eh?
[Stevo] You f*cking bastards!
[grunts]
Chris is hit, Frank!
[g*nshots]
f*ck!
[shrieking] Will everybody
calm the f*ck down!
[Vernon] No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- They sh*t my boy.
- [Ord] Oh, sh*t.
- [Justine] Stand up.
- Martin.
You bring that f*cking money
over here right now.
[grunts]
- [Ord] Harry, did you get sh*t, you idiot?
- [Harry] f*ck!
Stevo! Stevo, you all right?
f*ckers!
[Frank] You okay, Stevo?
[grunting]
[Frank] Chris, you all right?
Frank! Frank,
let's get out of here, Frank!
[whispering] Shut the f*ck up.
- sh*t.
- [Frank] All right, I'm coming over.
- [grunts] You all right?
- Yeah, I'm good.
I'm... I'm hit, but I'm good.
I'm not leaving a case full of boodle
out there, okay?
- Of course not.
- Ord, cover me.
- I'm going for the boodle.
- Wait, Vernon.
You don't wanna do that. Th...
Fucker.
[grunting and groaning]
- Stop f*cking sh**ting, man!
- [Gordon] You okay, Vern?
One sh*t me, man! I'm sh*t...
Vern, shut up!
f*ck you, Chris!
[shrieks in pain]
[Stevo] f*ck!
[Justine] Ord, what's happening?
[Frank] Show us your big face.
[Stevo groans loudly]
[panting]
Please, nobody do anything!
- [Frank] Stay back, sweetheart.
- [Stevo wailing]
[Justine] f*ck, f*ck. I'm running,
I'm running. Nobody sh**t!
[Ord] Stay down, please, Vern.
[Vernon] It's not gonna happen, Ord.
[grunting]
- He's really heavy.
- Come on.
Load for... load for Verny. Yes!
- [Frank] Come on, Vern. Make your move!
- Come on, please say something?
[Ord] Vern, stay down.
It's too late.
I've been insulted.
Let me get him!
- [Vernon groans]
- [Frank and Chris laugh]
Oh, f*ck. Holy Jesus.
Here we go. God damn it!
Oh! Now we're cooking!
Hey, Ord, bet you thought
you were too handsome to get sh*t, huh?
I'm just impressed
you haven't needed a nap yet, Francis.
[laughs]
- Martin, look at me. Look at me.
- [gasping]
Look at me. Look at me.
You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be okay. Just say something.
What the f*ck?
[ticking]
[man] Gordon, over here.
[shrieks]
[Harry] Gordon, you all right?
[Vernon] What the f*ck is that now?
Who's sh**ting that?
[b*ll*ts whizzing]
[groans]
- Frank?
- [groaning] Oi!
Who the f*ck is sh**ting at us now?
[g*nf*re]
- You good?
- What the f*ck was that?
Sounds like a f*cking r*fle.
[Ord] Move back! Move back!
What the f*ck?
Redeem yourself and get that case.
You get the f*cking case, assh*le.
f*ck you, man.
[Vernon] Ah!
Whatever. I forgot whose side I'm on.
- Oh, f*ck, f*ck.
- [Justine crying]
- Doll!
- What?
Go for the case.
You're a bird.
They're not gonna sh**t the bird.
- Just go for the case.
- Don't... you get the f*cking case!
[Ord] Okay, let's try something.
- f*ck!
- [Bernie whimpering]
sh*t! sh*t.
[Gordon groaning] Jesus. F...
[g*nf*re]
Great.
[Vernon] Ord, get the case.
- [Ord] Got it, Vern.
- [g*nshots]
Go for the case.
- [Vernon] No.
- [g*nsh*t]
No, what are you doing? Not that case!
- [Ord] Hang in.
- [g*nsh*t]
[Vernon] Stop f*cking sh**ting!
Did you cheaters bring a sn*per?
Not with us!
He's not with us.
Sounds like a f*cking Garand.
[Frank] Someone's f*ring a carbine
behind me.
[Justine] Vern,
your friend needs serious help.
[Vernon] He'll have to wait.
I'm a bit preoccupied right now.
sh*t.
- f*ck!
- All right, little wallflower.
Don't be shy. Come out and play.
f*ck!
[Vernon screams]
[b*llet whizzes and ricochets]
[grunts]
[grunting]
- [Chris] Give me the f*cking g*n.
- [Vernon] Give me that f*cking...
[g*nsh*t]
[b*llet ricochets]
[both groaning]
- [Chris] Let it go. Let it...
- [Vernon] Not a f*cking chance.
[g*nf*re]
[both groaning]
[both grunting and panting]
[g*n clicking]
[grunts]
[g*nf*re]
[Vernon] Ord!
Ord! Ord!
Ord, I'm taking fire!
Cover me! Cover me! I'm coming in.
I'm taking fire!
- Here. Here I come.
- I got your back. Move.
[Chris] Christ!
- [Frank] You all right?
- Yeah.
- You still breathing?
- Yeah.
[panting] Two sh**t. One behind you.
One at two o'clock.
I'm gonna flank that fucker, eh?
[g*nf*re]
[Justine] He's dying everyone stop it.
Just stop it.
- [Justine] Stay with me.
- Leave him. He's done. Come on.
Come on, come on. Come with me.
[panting]
[grunts] Oh, f*ck!
- sh*t. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- [Justine] Oh, sure.
I can't believe that I gave a sh*t
about your cousin. You little assh*le!
[grunts]
f*ck! [groans] You f*ck!
Ah! f*cking bastard!
Ah, no! [groans]
[Justine groaning]
[b*llet ricocheting]
[grunts]
[yells]
[grunts]
[panting]
[wailing]
[whimpering]
[coughs]
[exhales]
[gasps]
[struggling]
[heavy breathing]
[whimpering]
Frank. Over here, Frank.
- f*ck.
- Chris, you all right?
No.
f*ck.
[grunts]
Harry? Harry, are you okay?
Go on. Go on, keep going. Get up.
All right.
All right.
All right. All right, nice and steady.
Bernie!
- Just taking a f*cking walk.
- What the f*ck are you doing, Bernie?
Aim with two hands, Vern.
f*ck.
- Ah!
- [Stevo] No f*cking way!
I nailed him.
Nah, I'm all right, Stevo.
- [Ord] Great sh*t, Vern.
- [chuckles] I f*cking nailed him.
I'm all right.
[mumbles indistinctly]
[Stevo] Frank, he sh*t Bernie in the back!
[chuckling]
[sobbing] Bernie, get up!
Quit your f*cking whining, Stevo.
- You f*cking knuckle-dragger.
- You f*cking cocksucker.
[van hissing]
- Bernie!
- [Vernon] Gordon.
Yeah?
I'll give you my f*cking Rolex,
if you go for that case right now.
[Gordon] Your Rolex is a fake, Vern.
Don't do this to me, Bernie.
What am I gonna tell your mother?
[imitates crying]
I hate these f*cking freelance jobs.
[heavy breathing]
- You're gonna make me f*cking puke, Stevo.
- [Stevo] Shut the f*ck up, man!
[coughs]
I'm gonna f*cking k*ll these bastards,
f*cking cocksuckers.
- [Justine groaning]
- [grunts]
[grunts]
[Stevo] You're f*cking dead, you f*ck!
Piece of sh*t!
[Vernon] This is legit.
It's worth £700, mate.
[Gordon] I'm telling you, Vern,
it's a fake.
- I don't want your f*cking watch.
- [Vernon] f*ck me!
[struggling]
These bastards should
f*cking hang their heads in shame
for what they done today.
I know I speak for everybody
when I express my sympathies to Steven
for the loss of his special friend.
f*ck Steven, man.
He started the whole thing.
He sh*t the boy.
I'm not dead.
I'm just regrouping.
f*cking hang their head in shame
for what they done today.
[crying] That's right,
you're a f*cking angel, man.
You're a f*cking angel
sent from heaven,
that's what you are. [sniffs]
Anyway,
I'm sure Bernie's off to a better place.
Maybe he'll even make
something of himself down there.
I'm f*cking grieving here!
[softly] f*cking grieving.
I'm coming for you, man.
I'm gonna blow your f*cking head off.
[Stevo] You f*cking try it,
you cocksucker!
- Cover me. I need to come over.
- Fine, Vernon.
- We need to strategize.
- Okay.
You still collecting a pension, Frank?
f*ck off.
All right,
I'll mark you as present on the roster.
Justine?
[heavy breathing] Here!
[Ord] Good girl. I like your style.
This g*dd*mn dust,
it's bringing on my allergies.
Shut the f*ck up, Gordon.
- [Gordon] f*ck you, Harry.
- [sniffs]
You'll always be in my thoughts, Bernie.
They'll never take away the good times.
I think something actually just...
hit my head. I'm just...
Just a little thing.
A scratch.
- It was nothing.
- [Stevo grunting]
[Stevo] Chrissy,
do you remember that time Frank got...
got so drunk he stripped down
to his Y-fronts
at Kieran's wake
and cried over the coffin like a baby?
Oh, you f*cking assh*le.
No comment!
That was the last time he had a drink.
Right, Frank?
- Frank, you're an alcoholic?
- [Vern grunts]
Recovering.
Somebody better tell me
who invited these gatecrashers?
Yeah, who were those gatecrashers, Vern?
[sighs]
Mmm.
Steve. Stevo.
Hey!
How many?
Oh, come on, for f*ck's sake.
[clangs]
[softly] Tall one.
[hollow thud]
[grunts]
[softly] How many f*ckers are over there?
Oi.
[whispers] What?
[laughs]
- [mumbling] Never mind.
- [Frank] Steve.
You, f*cking chocolate teapot.
Huh?
[Frank] How many?
[Stevo] f*ck you, Frank.
Yeah, lucky thing your friend Vern's
too cheap to pay for good sh**t.
[gasping] They couldn't be with Vernon.
Must have been someone
that got wind of the deal
and then decided to chance it. [panting]
- f*cking Stevo and his big f*cking mouth.
- [groans]
- f*cking Stevo and his big f*cking mouth.
- [groans]
- f*cking Stevo and his big f*cking mouth.
- [groans]
What the f*ck is Chris doing with Justine?
She's tending...
She's tending to his wounds.
- Vern, go sh**t him.
- Has he kidnapped her?
Stop. I don't wanna die.
You're not gonna die.
You're gonna be fine.
I'm just gonna check on Frank.
What you're gonna do...
When you get out of here,
you find the first restaurant,
and I'll meet you there.
All right?
[chuckling]
All right.
[panting]
They're playing us, okay?
She's on their side.
And these urks are with them.
Yeah, but, Vern, one of them sh*t her.
Or did we sh**t her?
[groans] f*ck.
[struggling]
[Vernon] You've got two choices.
One, you distract them
with your badinage and I leave.
My what?
Or two,
you k*ll all of these m*therf*ckers
and I leave.
Now's a good time to bring up
our contract.
For the amount of money we agreed on,
there were no extenuating
circumstances like this.
What the f*ck is wrong with you?
How can you talk about money
at a time like this?
[grunts]
[struggling]
[Chris groans]
[coughs] Get me an ambulance!
I know that voice.
We can't leave here empty-handed.
Where the f*ck is Leary
when you need him, eh?
Howard Mathison?
Ord, if I'd known you was in on this,
I wouldn't have taken the job.
That geriatric reprobate's
supposed to be retired.
What?
- What are you doing?
- [Howard] I need help!
- Ord.
- [Howard] You've no idea.
Protecting our asses, Vern.
Wooden boxes don't stop b*ll*ts.
The college fees, the medical bills.
Plus Rita left me.
I hooked up with this Asian chick.
She cleaned me out.
[Ord] Howard, I'm gonna stack the bodies
of your 11 children
on top of each other
and burn them on your lawn
if you don't tell me
who hired you right now!
Tell us, Howard!
That's good. That's good.
That's what I'm paying you for.
Don't listen to him.
He's not the boss of you.
f*ck you, you junkie!
The junkie's still f*cking alive?
I'm no rat.
[coughs]
Gonna die anyway.
Seeing as it's you, Ord...
I'll tell you. [coughing]
It was...
[g*nsh*t]
[Stevo screaming]
[laughing]
My guys.
f*cking made it.
[Ord] Howard's done talking.
Ord, I'm feeling light-headed.
I think I'm losing too much blood.
Relax. It didn't even hit an artery.
You're fine.
You got at least an hour and a half.
Eh?
It's the golden hour and a half.
It's a rule.
How long's... How long's it been?
Ord!
What?
[Chris] We're here for the g*ns, right?
You're here for the money.
Let Justine get out.
What are you doing?
Right, she makes contact
with our respective people,
they come find us.
Everyone's happy.
- Yeah.
- No.
- She can leave.
- [Vernon] What are you doing?
Good.
[Ord] Justine, you're good to go.
[softly] Thank you.
[softly] There you go.
All right.
[Stevo groans]
I'll do it if Vernon promises
not to sh**t me in the back.
[scoffing] She's making it personal now.
Promise her.
Cross my heart, doll.
Okay.
Ord, I sh*t that guy.
That's the death penalty in Massachusetts.
Yeah. I vote we barbeque
this whole f*cking place.
There's more blood on the floor here
than a sausage factory, man.
You think this is
a f*cking senate committee?
- You don't get a vote.
- f*ck you.
Shut up.
[Vernon] She's a snake in the grass.
- She was tending to him.
- Okay, Vern, listen.
- She was tending to him.
- Okay, Vern, listen.
- She was tending to him.
- Okay, Vern, listen.
- Vern, shh.
- She was tending... She's on their side.
Look at that. I told you, she's escaping.
Wake up and smell the Ricoffy, Ord.
[phone ringing]
There's a phone in this building.
[mid-tempo organ music]
[continues ringing]
If there's a phone, I can call the boys.
[groans]
You're a f*cking dead man, Vernon!
She's f*ring back.
I told you, she's on their side.
'Cause you sh*t at her, Vern.
[Vernon]
A pushy woman isn't sexy, Justine.
[Stevo] Chrissy thinks they are.
[Vernon] You come back here, Justine.
[Stevo singing] ♪ Justine and Chrissy
♪ Sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G...
[mutters] Frank,
I'll sh**t him in the head.
- Steven, Steven.
- I'll sh**t him in the f*cking head.
- I will sh**t him in the f*cking head.
- You keep this up,
I'll wash my f*cking hands of you.
All right?
I know what you're up to, Justine.
You f*cking maniac. I'll sh**t you myself.
- Nail her, Gordon.
- Okay, boss.
There's a promotion in it for you, boy.
You f*cking turncoat.
You don't even get an opinion.
You f*cking started this whole thing.
It's your f*cking fault.
- [grunting]
- [Vernon] Ord, stop it, man.
What you doing, man? Stop it, Ord!
You think you're a big man.
Look at you, you fucker.
[laughing] Stop.
- [Vernon] Stop that!
- [Harry] Get off of me!
Come on!
[Vernon] Boys.
Boys, knock it off, man.
- Ow!
- Man, watch the foot, will you?
[Stevo groaning]
Hey, what the f*ck?
[Chris] Hey, help me out here.
Get this fucker loaded up.
- [laughs] Stop.
- ...you're a f*cking kid.
You f*cking baby.
- Stevo, here, take the radio.
- What the f*ck you gonna do?
- Give me that sand, give me cover.
- [Frank] Make sure she gets out of here.
Do you hear me? Make sure she gets out.
- [Vernon] Ord, stop it.
- Stop it.
[grunting]
Ord, where you going?
Ord, where you going?
Hey.
Ord, come back here!
- Come back here right now!
- Oh, what is his f*cking problem, man!
[grunting]
You sneaky fucker.
[g*nsh*t]
[grunts]
[Chris yelling indistinctly]
[Stevo] f*ck!
Get out of here, woman,
for Christ's sake.
I'm going!
[yelps]
[b*llet ricocheting]
[b*llet ricocheting]
[clanging]
[Harry] f*ck!
Oh, f*ck!
I just sh*t Ord.
He's gonna f*cking k*ll me, man.
[grunting]
[Chris] You smell of perfume.
It's beard oil.
- f*ck. Do it, Frank.
- I can't get a clear sh*t at him.
Go, Ord! Nail him, boykie!
[Chris screaming] Oh, f*ck!
[clanging]
[gas hissing]
[expl*si*n]
[laughing]
[groaning]
[Stevo coughs]
[Pants]
[Stevo whooping and laughing]
[Harry] What are you doing, Vern?
Huh?
[Harry] You making a new suit over there?
[struggling]
[Stevo] Here, Chrissy, come on.
[grunting]
Oh, f*ck.
[all groaning]
[Stevo grunts]
Ah! My f*cking leg,
you've got my leg, you c**t!
[panting]
[Frank coughing]
Did you see that? That was me.
[Frank] f*cking hell.
Yeah, I didn't see that, Steven.
Yeah, I didn't see that, Steven.
Yeah, I didn't see that, Steven.
You know why?
'Cause it f*cking happened to me.
- [laughing]
- Huh?
Oh, yeah. That was f*cking awesome.
- [Frank laughing]
- You're a f*cking hero.
Does anyone care
what happened to me by any chance?
[Frank] Save it
for your f*cking autobiography.
[Stevo cackling]
- Hey, Vern.
- What?
I like your cardboard armor.
It's protection from infection.
Frank.
[mutters] What?
Frank, one of us needs to get
to this f*cking phone.
[exhales]
[grunting]
I'll do it.
Rhodesian Special Forces trick.
No sh*t.
You know, I'm more likely to die
from the germs
infecting the wound than any b*ll*ts.
Well, I guess you're covered.
You'll be fine, though.
You've got about...
You've got about an hour 20
before you're in trouble with that wound
and I've got to get to that phone.
Hey, Vern, is everybody like you
where you come from?
Vern is a rare and mysterious jewel.
Feast your eyes, boykie.
Watch and Vern,
then go back to your miserable life.
All right, I'll see you later, Vern.
[groans]
[Frank huffing]
Where you running off to, Frank?
We're just getting started.
- Frank!
- Ord, give us a hand, man.
Oh, f*ck!
[struggling]
[exhales]
[Vernon] God!
Oh, f*ck. sh*t. It's me.
[breathes heavily]
[Vernon] Justine, stay still!
[b*llet ricocheting]
[Chris] f*ck. What the f*ck?
- [gasping]
- [grunts]
[grunting]
[panting]
[g*nsh*t]
[b*llet ricocheting]
- Martin.
- The b*ll*ts.
[groans]
- Ah! f*ck. f*ck.
- [laughing]
[quietly] Go f*cking get them.
[groaning]
[glass shards clattering]
[Ord] God damn it!
Harry, move! Move.
f*ck!
[Gordon] f*ck!
Oh, f*ck! Ah! Jesus.
Stop sh**ting, you assholes.
On, f*ck. [panting]
[inhales deeply]
So, Ord,
are you gonna go pat down Martin's body?
[groans]
Oh, you fucker.
[groaning]
Ten grand.
f*ck. Why not 20?
We'll leave an IOU for Vern.
I'm sure he'll understand.
I see him. I see Frank. I see Frank.
He's going for the phone! He's winning!
- [Chris] f*ck.
- Do you think Frank's okay?
- What do you care, huh?
- [Vernon] I clipped his wing. [laughing]
All right, I'm gonna go out there.
[g*nsh*t]
[Harry grunting]
[grunts]
[groaning]
I gotta get the keys so I can open
the van and get the b*ll*ts, Martin.
Steven?
Ste... f*ck.
Ste... f*ck.
Ste... f*ck.
[heavy breathing] f*cking brilliant.
North face of the Eiger.
[grunting]
So that's what a f*cking
brain looks like.
- [gasping]
- [Harry] Whoa! f*ck!
[jazz music]
Man, I thought you were f*cking dead.
Ord! Ord! Hey, get the f*ck off of me.
You got sh*t in the head, Martin.
Where the f*ck am I?
Hey, hey. Party Marty.
I know you.
- Come on, man.
- [Martin] Get the f*ck out of there.
I just want my money.
It's okay. I'm not sh**ting. It's cool.
Stop running!
Jesus! [screams]
[bell dings]
[Martin] Ord? Yo.
Where's the f*cking money?
Safe, man.
I put it in the Fireman's Fund.
[Martin] Justine?
[frantically] Justine!
Don't leave me in the dark, baby.
Think she made it?
Yeah, course she did.
[g*nsh*t]
[grunts]
f*ck!
f*ck!
[grunting]
[Gordon] f*cking stop!
[Justine yelps]
[Martin] Howard, you up there?
Yo, come down, man. It's cool.
I know you f*cked it all up.
[struggling]
[Martin] What's your g*n doing here, man?
Howard!
I'm not your boy, Vern!
- [muttering indistinctly]
- [Martin] Hey, Howard.
What are you doing
all the way over there, man?
It was a simple f*cking plan, man.
You f*cked it up.
What the f*ck are you looking at?
[jazz music]
Get the f*ck...
[g*nsh*t echoing]
[Martin] Give me a second.
I'm just gonna reload.
[cocks g*n]
[Martin] Give me my f*cking money!
[busy signal]
f*ck!
[panting]
- Don't do it, man.
- [Martin] No?
[heavy breathing]
- You know where the money is?
- It's right there.
[Martin] Okay, look, it's all good.
[heavy breathing]
[rat squeaking]
That's beautiful.
Jesus-f*cking-Christ.
[metal clattering]
[groans]
[grunts]
All right, everybody hold your fire
until I find out if this m*therf*cker
is dead this time.
Poke him in the eye. See if he flinches.
[gasping]
[grunts]
[Gordon] Justine!
[grunts]
[gasping]
[Frank panting]
[Gordon] You're scared.
- [breathing raggedly]
- I can feel it.
Look, I just want you to know,
before I do this for Vern,
I've been right where you are now.
I've scrabbled around in some lousy job,
I've made personal sacrifices,
only to have some f*cking parasite
turn up at the last minute
and take all the credit.
That's why I appreciate the arts,
you know?
If it wasn't for them,
then all we're doing... is just this.
[yelling]
Ow! f*ck! f*cking sh*t me!
[breathing heavily]
[grunting]
You seem like a nice girl.
We can't all be nice girls.
[g*n clicks]
God! No!
[grunting]
Ow! f*ck.
[Gordon yelling]
[jazz music]
[screaming]
[Gordon] f*ck! You f*cking sh*t me again!
You dropped this.
Oh, oh...
[ringing]
Oh, f*ck.
[screaming]
[groaning]
[continues screaming]
[phone ringing]
[struggling]
[continues ringing]
- [Vernon] f*ck.
- [groans]
- [music plays over phone]
- [woman] Congratulations.
[g*nsh*t]
[glass shatters]
...Americans to receive a free
lifetime supply
of Boardman's premier ground meat.
All you have to do to claim your prize...
- Stevo, you all right?
- Yeah.
Yeah? I gotta go and check on Frank.
Keep an eye out, all right?
You stay here. You stay awake.
I tell you what,
we'll have a f*cking cigarette.
Chrissy and Stevo
have a f*cking cigarette.
Mmm.
[Chris] Remember, Stevo,
stay awake for me, yeah?
'Cause if you go to sleep, you're dead.
- Yeah?
- Okay.
Good man.
[g*nshots f*ring]
[grunting]
[g*nf*re]
[door slams]
What the f*ck?
[grunting]
[groans] Oh, men.
f*ck!
[Vernon] Wait.
I don't think so. [panting]
- Frank.
- [glass shards clattering]
[panting]
Oh, Frank.
[Stevo] I see you, you f*cking yeti.
[heavy breathing]
[dial tone]
[line ringing]
[Chris] Hello? Hello, Sandy.
Listen to me. Where's Leary?
He didn't show.
- [metallic clang]
- Ooh, f*ck!
It's f*cking Chris, Sandy.
He's meant to be here.
I'm f*cking here. Where's Leary?
...look for f*cking Brendan.
Tell him I'm sorry.
- [electricity crackling]
- Sandy?
[busy signal]
f*ck!
[heavy breathing]
Frank.
Chris.
[mouthing]
[groans]
[Chris] Over here, Leary!
Leary, up here, boy!
- [grunts]
- Ah!
You f*cking c**t!
- [grunting]
- Ow!
[chuckles]
[groans]
- [Leary grunting]
- [Chris laughing]
Leary!
- [grunting]
- [choking]
[shouting]
[groans] Oh.
Holy sh*t!
[raspy breathing]
Come on there, big man.
f*ck off, you freak of nature.
[Harry screaming]
[grunting]
[Harry grunts]
Stay the f*ck down!
Oh, f*ck.
[Harry] Oh, f*ck.
- Oh, yeah!
- Oh.
[sighs]
[straining]
I'll get you home, Frank.
Don't worry, I'll get you home.
I'm sorry, pal.
Where do you think you're going,
little Harry?
I'm going to the hospital.
To see my cousin.
Stop moving.
If you go any farther with that money,
I'll sh**t you in the head.
f*ck you, Ord.
[g*n clicks]
[grunts]
[fire crackling]
I'm getting away, Ord.
[grunting]
See you 'round!
[grunts] Don't wait up for me, Ord.
Damn.
[Harry] You gotta smoke less dope
if you wanna hit something
once in a while, Ord.
[engine attempts to turn over]
[Ord] f*ck you, trash.
[Harry] Start, you piece of junk.
[engine turns over]
[folk music on stereo]
- Ah.
- [van sputtering]
Let's go.
Here we go.
[g*nsh*t]
Come on, Ord.
That you, Harry?
Is that John Denver, Harry?
Four-eyed f*cking f*gg*t.
- What the f*ck?
- I'm still here.
I'll be the last man standing.
[groans]
Ha!
[groaning]
[grunting]
Get the f*ck out of here,
you f*cking zombie!
[laughing]
- [grunting]
- Nice ride!
[engine revving]
[Harry screaming]
[g*nsh*t]
[grunting]
[muffled screaming]
[Stevo grunting]
[Harry] Ah, get the f*ck out of here!
[groaning]
[coughs]
[engine revving]
[gasps]
[chuckling]
[engine revving]
[panting]
[screaming]
[squishing]
[Harry laughing]
[b*llet ricocheting]
[groans]
[bones crushing]
[exhales]
[Spits]
[sighs]
[groans]
[exhales]
[music continues in the distance]
I'd say we got about 15 minutes
before the fuzz shows up.
Yeah? What do you wanna do?
Get a beer.
[sighs]
Sure. Why the f*ck not?
Who's buying?
Technically, you are.
Yeah?
Hey, how about we go Dutch, eh?
[Chris grunting]
Oh...
Oh, f*ck!
- Get your f*cking hands off.
- Hey, hey, come on, come on.
- f*ck off.
- Proud bastard.
Let's get the f*ck out of here.
[Chris exhales]
You could catch your death
of cold in here.
Boy, they really did a number on you,
didn't they?
[Chris groans]
Do you want me to hold that?
[Ord] You know, I think I can manage.
Why don't you sit down right there?
Go grab a seat.
[grunts] f*ck...
[Ord groaning]
Oh, f*ck.
I think they sh*t Harry in the ass.
[music stops]
All right,
I got a John Denver story for you.
So...
[g*nsh*t]
[groans] Huh?
[groaning]
[Justine grunting]
- You made it. Good for you.
- [exhales]
Yeah.
[exhales]
I'm sorry, you got in the way.
Well...
Hey, who were the sh**t?
Oh, I'm not good with names.
- Martin hired them.
- Oh.
So, about dinner...
can I take a rain check?
[chuckles]
Hey, you take what you want, girl.
[police siren wailing]
Free Fire (2016)
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