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(somber music)
- So it's been agreed
the O'Connells will push
the votes in the east, the
O'Donnells in the west.
I would like to introduce
Jimmy to the table.
He's just been released after
six months in the maze itself
and he's been working in
England for us ever since.
- Thank you, Jerry.
There's no need for
any introductions.
Basically...
- I know who you are.
- Excuse me?
- You're the one who
handled a close friend
of ours, Connor, let's
say pretty poorly.
- Connor?
- Connor McGovern.
He used to sit in that chair
you're sitting in, aye,
always pushing out
the same bullshit
that I don't care to listen to.
The difference is he's
loyal and familiar.
When you was inside,
you beat him,
you beat him like a dog.
- PADDY: Patrick, I think
you got the wrong idea.
- Quiet.
He can talk for himself.
(heavy foreboding music)
What have you got
to say for yourself?
- I'm sorry but he had it...
- You find it funny?
Well, why don't you
try doing that again?
What have you got
to say for yourself?
- I'm sorry for what
I did but he made
an attempt on my
business on the inside.
- His business is my business.
And stand when you talk to me.
Stand!
(door shatters)
(officers shouting)
(wild music)
- Charlie!
- Now listen to me,
Well, I need you
to get under the bed for daddy.
Come on, Michael,
get down there son.
Get down, don't be scared son.
Look after your brother, Well,
just look after your brother,
and do not come
from under this bed.
Do you hear me?
(tense piano music)
- No, Michael!
(gun fires)
(woeful music)
- He's just a child!
(gun fires softly)
(birds chirping)
(soft piano music)
- That's interesting.
- Sorry?
- The sculpture,
it's interesting.
- How do you find
it interesting?
- Is this how you
diagnose your patients?
Depending on their
answer you know
if they're suicidal or not.
- Are you feeling suicidal?
- No.
Not now anyway.
So why did you chose
that sculpture?
- It was a gift.
A gift?
From who?
- A patient.
- Are you allowed to
accept gifts from patients?
- Not really but I
thought it was compelling
so I accepted it
and there it is.
- Here it is.
(gentle piano music)
- BERNADETTE: It is
Hercules fighting off evil
which can be seen as
anything, fear, depression,
anger, and it
showcases his strength.
- Does that mean I'm evil?
- No.
No. that's not what I'm saying.
- STANLEY: I should get going.
- Before you leave, take this.
- A journal.
Why?
- Let's just call it
a form of practice.
Write down your thoughts,
draw them, I don't care.
Just do something
before our next session.
- I don't know.
- Just try.
Please.
(gentle piano music)
(speaks in foreign language)
(gentle violin music)
- Beautiful.
- Stanley.
Must you always do that?
- STANLEY: Sorry.
- MARY: Now, look at this.
- STANLEY: Oh, here you go.
- MARY: Thank you son.
- Come on, stand up.
- I'm getting old.
I can't even stand up without
getting out of breath.
- You're not old.
- Oh, you.
- Go on, play us a tune.
- Ooh, I couldn't
now, I'm too winded.
Tell me about your day.
- Nothing special.
Went for a ski and
then did the food shop.
- You've been up that foolish
mountain again, haven't you?
Just like your father.
- I do it every
morning, it's fine.
- Ves, and one of these
days you'll take a fall,
flying down there
like a lunatic.
Off-piste is so dangerous.
Why can't you ski in the
resort like everyone else?
You might meet someone.
Away from England
all these years
and you still have
no friends here.
- I have no friends because
this is the life I've chosen.
- Okay.
It's all right,
Stanley, it's fine.
- Is it?
- What's on your mind, son?
- Nothing.
- Tell me what's
troubling you, Stanley.
I don't want you
getting all upset again.
- I just feel.
No, forget it.
I'll go and prepare the dinner.
- NIAMH: Where's Rueben?
- He's over there, but I
wouldn't interrupt them.
He is in a bad mood.
- Yeah, so am I.
- What would you rather do?
Talk things through
like men or be a child
and put innocent
people in harm's way?
Have we not all lost enough?
We all know what it feels like
to lose something we care
about, or someone we love.
It's how we handle
that and keep going.
If not for ourselves, then
at least for our families.
My friends, the era
of the gun is over.
- Get us another drink, will ya?
Well.
- Logan, not now.
- Why can't I say
hello to a friend?
- Hardly a friend.
- What I'd do to fuck you.
- Oh, fuck off Logan.
- Hey, what you doing here?
- Here to see Rueben.
- Rueben.
What'd you want with him for?
- Not for you to know.
- No?
Why is that, am I not
worthy of such information?
- Ethan, will you just
leave it be please?
- Why?
I thought we told
each other everything.
- Yes, that's not right.
- Am I not making sense to you?
Any of yous?
- Rueben, we need to talk.
- Calm down Well,
we'll talk in a bit.
- I think we should talk now.
- Will you give
us a moment lads?
What couldn't wait?
- How long have you known?
- Known about what?
- Don't play stupid with me.
- Follow me.
- Steady on.
Steady on.
What makes it right for you to
storm over to me, in my bar,
at my table, like a little
girl having a tantrum
and throwing her
toys out the pram?
We were talking serious
business in there.
Did you know that?
- You were talking
about setting up
an old man's club,
it's hardly serious.
- Oh, fuck sake Well.
- Why didn't you tell me?
- Who told you?
Rosaleen again?
She never knows when to
keep her big mouth shut.
- Tell me why.
- I'm sorry, all right.
- Fine, just tell
me what I came here
to find out and I'll
get out of your way.
- You tell me why, and
I might give it to you.
- Because I wanna know,
that's why, why else?
- Well you see, that's
where you're going wrong.
It isn't what you want
in life that's important,
it's what you need.
Wait here.
Is this what you need?
- How long have you had this?
- For a while now.
Now listen, I had
this information
because I wanted to do
something about it myself.
Way back when you were
too young to understand.
And the only reason
I didn't follow
through on it was
because of my family.
That's a lotto lose.
- That's where you
and me are different.
You still have yourfamily
and I want mine back.
- I like to think
of you as my family.
- You know what I mean.
- I know.
When I took you in,
I held you in my arms
and I saw that your
heart was broken.
As time passed, I
got to see it mend.
I don't want you turning back
into that wee sad girl again,
especially after
all this progress.
I hope you get what
you're looking for.
- Well.
Well, can you wait?
Well, can you just
wait up for a second?
Are you all right?
- Yeah, everything's fine.
Why?
- Why?
You just looked really
aggravated earlier
before you wanted
to speak to Rueben.
What did you want to
talk to him about?
- I told you it's
none of your business.
- But it is though.
- What?
- It is my business,
especially if you've
started hurting yourself again.
I'm the first person
you need to be
talking to about
that sort of thing.
- What possibly makes you think
that that's your business?
- Because I'm your boyfriend.
- Look Ethan, we go
over this all the time.
I see you like my brother.
- Look. I got you something.
- What?
- I was in town, walking
around the market,
and I found that
and thought of you.
Do you like it?
- It's lovely, but
I can't accept this.
- Well, if you don't have it,
then I'm not gonna give
it to anybody else, am I?
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
Look, um, you just
seem really stressed
and I really think it would
do you a world of good
to talk to somebody
about what's going on,
especially because
I've told you all about
my own foster parents
in the first place.
- I just don't want
to talk about this.
- That's not how this works.
- I've got to go.
- Can you just,
for a second, wait?
- Would you get off?
- And we can talk.
Why won't you just tell me?
- NIAMH: Get off.
- Fine.
Always hiding from the truth.
Coward.
- STANLEY: That's just rubbish.
- What is?
- That if we make
a wrong decision,
we shouldn't beat
ourselves up about it,
that we should just
forget it happened.
But what if the
decisions that we made
caused pain or distress
to someone else?
- Have you hurt someone by
a decision you have made?
- Again, you answer a
question by asking a question.
Is this therapy or is
this an interrogation?
- I'm sorry you feel that way.
- Look, why don't you just
help me so that I can buy you
a pointless gift and live
happily ever fucking after?
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to swear.
- It's fine.
How was your week?
- Okay.
That's a lie.
It was crap.
- Have you been writing
in your journal?
- No.
- Why not?
- I felt stupid.
- It's confidential
what you write in there.
No one will see it,
not even myself.
- Then what's the point in it?
- It's just a way of
expressing yourself.
Releasing some
tension on your mind.
- I wouldn't know
where to start.
- Just write, it
will come naturally.
Expressing yourself is
good for your health.
Containing it will destroy you.
It's when you were in the army
that's getting to you, isn't it?
Stanley.
Stanley, come sit back down.
- I'm sorry, Bernadette.
I know you're
trying but like all
the previous therapists,
you can't help me.
- MARY: Stanley, is that you?
- Yeah.
- How was your day?
- Good.
All good.
Look, I'm tired.
I'm gonna get an early night.
- Oh, okay.
Are you sure you're all right?
- I'm fine.
Goodnight.
- Night darling.
(gentle piano music)
(muffled chattering)
(guns cocking)
(plane whirring)
- I'm here.
Yeah. it's beautiful.
It's bigger than
I thought it'd be.
Yeah, I will.
- Now's your chance.
Let's do this.
- ETHAN: Rueben.
- Ah, Ethan.
What can I do you for?
- Well, I was just wondering
if you can help
me with something.
- Sit down boy.
- Thanks.
- RUEBEN: What's on your mind?
- Well, she's gone.
Don't know where and
it's driving me mad.
- Let's just say
she's somewhere now
and she'll be back
in a few weeks,
and there's nothing
to worry about.
- So you know where she is?
- She's fine, boy.
Don't be worrying yourself.
- Will you tell me where she is?
- It's not for me
to say where she is.
Just go home and relax.
- Why won't you tell
me where she is?
- Now you're getting
on my last nerve
with all these questions.
Will you let it be?
- This is crap.
She's my girlfriend.
I have the right to
know where she is.
- You and Well,
will you let it go?
Listen, let me give you
some friendly advice.
Women are strange creatures.
It's like it's in
their DNA or something.
Times they'll make you feel
good, sometimes real good,
and times they
make you feel bad.
You see, let's get real,
you're in the friend zone.
A place where a
woman will keep you
for as long as she likes.
If I was you, keep some
dignity and let it go.
- All right, that's
it, you're done now.
Spare me the father routine,
Rueben, you don't know me.
- Now hold on a minute.
- No, you hold on for a minute.
I am sick and tired of
old fuckers like you
telling me what I
can and cannot do.
You should have no respect,
and I've done more than
enough to earn your respect.
- Don't you raise your voice...
- Shut up!
- What the fuck.
- Shut the fuck up!
- You don't know
what you've done.
- We know exactly what
I'm doing, Rueben,
and I'm not playing around.
Tell me where she is or I'll
slice your fucking throat.
- You ain't gonna do shit!
- Rueben, just, just tell him.
- Tell me where she is Rueben.
No?
You don't wanna tell
me, fine, fair enough.
You know what,
maybe you're right.
Maybe I'm not gonna
stab you, but Logan,
I think Logan's gonna
kill your barmaid.
- You are a dead man.
- And you need to
be really clever
like all your other little
fuckers think you are,
and you need to tell
me where she is.
(light delightful music)
- Hey.
You manage to get
on the slopes today?
- NIAMH: No.
- Can I buy you a drink?
- I already have a drink.
- Top up maybe?
- No.
- You know I haven't figured
you out vet but I will.
- What are you
talking about, aye?
- Well there isn't
much else to do here
apart from ski and drink.
- I am drinking.
I just don't wanna
drink with you.
- Yeah, well no harm
in making friends.
- I'm looking for someone.
- Who?
- I don't think you'd know him.
He's not exactly the ski
instructor type I'd imagine.
- Well, being the ski instructor
type and a taxi service
for the tourists, I get
to meet a lot of people.
I'm good with names and faces.
- Oh, I don't know.
- Well, if you tell me his
name, I might be able to help.
I'm a known man
around these parts.
Look, let me get you a top up
and I might be able to help you.
- Fine.
- Fine.
Yeah, I know everyone
around these slopes.
The one with the information,
I'm the go-to guy.
Two Jagerbombs and
tequilas, please.
So, what part of
Northern Ireland
did you say you were from then?
- I didn't.
Belfast.
- To Belfast!
And friendship.
Same again.
So, who is it you're
looking for then?
- Like I said, you
probably won't know him.
- Well how about
this, if you name
who it is you're looking
for and I don't know him,
scout's honor, I'll buy
all the drinks all night.
- Fine, I'll take your offer.
His name is Stanley Winters.
- Who?
- Stanley Winters.
Yeah, didn't think
you'd know him.
- Hang on, hang on.
Nope.
- It's fine, I must
have been misinformed.
- I know a Stanley Winters.
Question is, why
do you want him?
- Uh, he's a distant relative.
Where would I find him?
- Don't know where he lives
but he skis down
Chemin Dur most days.
- No one ski's down Chemin Dur.
It's avalanche country.
(crowd applauding)
(soft piano music)
- You're the first person
I've seen all morning.
My name is Well.
It's a lovely place here.
You're a bit away from
civilization, it's nice.
- Yeah.
- You seem a bit startled.
Are you in a rush?
- Yeah.
I got someone to meet.
- No, wait.
Wait.
- STANLEY: Are you okay?
- Do I look okay?
Ah, ah, my leg.
- STANLEY: Relax a moment.
- My camera's broken.
- Can you walk?
- I think so.
(Well groans)
- You shouldn't
be up here alone.
This mountain is dangerous.
- Well, it's not my fault.
If you hadn't ignored
me in the first place
and skied off, I'd
never have fallen.
- Yeah, well, come
on, I'll help you up.
(Well groans)
- What are you doing?
- I'm gonna carry you.
- No, you're not.
- You got any better ideas?
My house is at the
foot of the mountain.
Come on.
Up.
(Well groans)
(gentle music)
Be right back.
Hold that in place.
- Would you like me
to take my boots off?
- No.
No, ifs fine.
- So you're in the army?
- That was a long time ago.
- How long exactly?
- Stanley, is that you?
- Yes, mother.
- I thought I heard
you talking to someone.
Were you talking
to yourself again?
- That would be me.
- On.
Oh, I'm sorry, you
gave me a fright there.
I didn't mean to intrude.
I didn't realize you
had company, Stanley.
- She had a fall on the slope.
She'll be on her way soon.
- A fall?
Are you hurt?
- Just my leg.
- Well, is it bad?
- It's a bit swollen.
- Well, you must get her
something for the swelling.
- She has something.
- Oh, that's good.
My goodness, what were
you doing out this far?
It's quite dangerous
up that mountain.
- I know.
I was up there taking photos.
So peaceful out there.
- Well, it is
lovely, I remember.
I wasn't always blind.
I used to ski myself.
- How is your knee feeling?
Would you like me
to call you a taxi?
- A taxi?
But you've only just arrived.
Surely you'll have a
tea or a coffee or.
- I'm sure the idea of talking
over a coffee sounds appealing
but I'm sure you have other
things you need to do.
Right?
- Nonsense, Stanley.
You must stay and
have something to eat.
I'm sorry I didn't
catch your name.
- It's Well.
- I'm Mary.
Are you hungry?
- I am a little.
- Mother.
- Then how about dinner?
We don't have guests very often.
I would love you
to stay for dinner.
Will you stay?
- If ifs not too much trouble.
- Not at all.
That's that then.
(muffled chattering)
- STANLEY: It doesn't
matter, it doesn't matter.
(Well breathing heavily)
- Well.
- You frightened
the life out of me.
- I have that effect on people.
Sorry.
Could you come with
me for a second?
Would you be a treat and help
me pick a dress for dinner?
- Sorry?
- We must dress for dinner.
Like I said, we don't
have visitors very often.
This as a special occasion.
- NIAMH: This is
a gorgeous color.
- Bring it to me.
Ah, the red silk.
The red silk dress.
- How do you know?
- I couldn't forget
this dress if I tried.
1985, the last time I wore it.
Oh, how we danced.
My husband and I.
Our wedding anniversary.
But it wouldn't fit me now.
Why don't you try it on?
- I couldn't.
- But it would look
wonderful on you.
- It's beautiful but what
would I wear on my feet?
- Shoes.
Have a look in the
bottom of the wardrobe.
There are some shoe
boxes in there.
There should be a little
black pair somewhere.
- Cool camera.
My dad had one years ago.
- Oh, that old thing.
That hasn't seen
the light in years.
- Polaroid.
Does it still work?
- I don't know, I
should think so.
You're into photography.
Why don't you have it?
It's no use to me
collecting dust here.
- Thank you.
- It's nice to have
another woman to talk to.
- It's very kind of
you to let me stay.
- It's me who should thank you.
Having you here is
good for Stanley too.
Stanley.
(soft piano music)
- You look beautiful, mother.
- Look to the stairs.
- NIAMH: You got my things.
- And the other one is,
what is green, green, green,
red, green, red,
red, red, red, red?
- Um, I don't know.
- A frog in a blender.
- (laughs) That's horrible.
- MARY: It's not
very nice, is it?
But those are the kind
of jokes George used
to tell me and I
said, "Please stop",
and he'd do it in
company all the time.
- So how long have
you lived here?
- Almost five years
now since the accident.
How quickly time goes by.
- I mean, it is beautiful but
there's not a lotto do here.
- It's where we came
when Stanley was a boy.
It was our second home.
His father loved to ski.
It just seemed the right
place to come back to.
- It's also quiet.
There's not many people around.
- Stanley isn't one for
crowds, as you can tell.
- Yeah, but it's very isolated.
Doesn't it worry you
being up here all alone?
Like what if something happened?
- She's not alone.
We can look after ourselves.
- I didn't mean it like that.
- Well was telling
me she's from Belfast.
You were stationed there,
weren't you, Stanley?
I've heard it's a
beautiful place.
- Yeah. it is.
- And do you have a
big family, Well?
- To be honest, I haven't
got much family left.
- Oh, that's a shame.
- What is the
reason you're here?
- Um, I'm having a bit of
a break from my boyfriend.
- On.
- We needed some time
apart and the Alps seemed
as good a place as
any to clear my head.
- Well, relationships
can be very tricky
to get right sometimes.
You can often feel
like running away.
- Oh, I'm not running.
I just needed some time.
- Looks like you're running.
- Stanley.
- No, he has a fair point.
I just needed some time alone.
- Well, would you
pop up and fetch
that camera we found
in the wardrobe?
- Yeah, of course I will, Mary.
- You make an old
lady very happy.
- Do you really have to do this?
- Stanley.
She's a young woman on her
own in a strange country
and she's obviously
been through a lot.
- Yeah, well, we all have.
- Why are you being so
hostile towards her?
- I'm just not ready
to make friends yet.
My mind is all over the place.
- Could you at least try?
This is a happy night.
Not everything
has to make sense.
- Got it.
- Oh, wonderful.
Let me show you.
Where are you now, Stanley?
- Here.
- Oh, there you are.
- Are you ready?
- Hang on, you've got
to be in this too.
- Well, I can't set it to
take an automatic photo.
It's too old.
- No, no, you just hold it
out and turn it towards us.
- Okay.
Great.
All smile.
(camera snaps)
- That's it.
Could I have it please?
- It will take a minute.
- MARY: This is
where we'll put it.
How is it?
- It's perfect.
- Yes, it is.
(soft classical music)
Will you lead, son?
Today has been special.
I really wish your father
was hereto share it.
- So dol.
- I know how hard it's been
for you looking after me
when you have your own
life to worry about,
but I want you to know
there's never been
a moment when I
haven't appreciated it.
And out of everything,
if I could choose to
see anything again,
just once, I would
see your face.
My son.
My beautiful boy.
But I'm being rude.
I should let you dance
with the lovely Well.
- Oh, no, I'm not sure.
- Well, I wasn't asking.
- STANLEY: No, no,
no, no, no, no, mother.
This isn't a good idea.
- Stanley'!
- Mother, no!
I'm not dancing anymore.
- Fine.
I'll do the washing up.
- STANLEY: Mother.
- If you want to be discourteous
to our guest, then so be it.
- STANLEY: Let me do it.
' No!
You always do it.
It's only fair that
I do it this time.
- No, don't.
Please, leave it.
I'm sorry about that.
- No. it's fine.
What?
- It's nothing.
- No really, what is it?
- Your wrists.
- I don't quite see what
it is you're getting at.
- If you need to talk to anyone.
Look, we all have our demons.
It's just how we deal with them.
- You wanna be the
hero, is that it?
You wanna save the
damsel in distress?
My wrists are like this because
tried to take my own life
on more than one
occasion actually.
Sometimes the thought of death.
Even just the word
is comforting to me,
but I keep going because
my heart wants something.
- Okay, calm down.
What is it that you want?
- It's not what I want.
It's what I need.
I.
(dishes clattering)
- STANLEY: Mum.
Mum, what's happened?
Mum, you all right?
- I'm tired, Stanley.
- STANLEY: Let me
take you up to bed.
It's been a long day.
- No, I mean I'm tired
of being old and alone.
- Mum, you're bleeding.
Let me see it.
- I can do this.
I don't need your help.
- Mum, leave all this,
I'll finish that.
' No!
I need to do it.
And you need to find someone
to share your life with.
This is no life for you,
here, with me (subs).
- STANLEY: This is
where I want to be.
Right here with you.
- You're a good boy, Stanley.
I know you miss him too.
- STANLEY: Goodnight.
- You're very gentle with her.
I didn't mean to.
It's just.
It's nice.
- Can you sleep here?
- Yeah, that's fine, thank you.
It's really good of
you to take me in.
I don't know what
I would have done
if you hadn't of been there.
- You're welcome.
I'll show you the directions
to the town in the morning.
You know, it really, it
really was nice meeting you.
You were about to say
something earlier.
What was it?
- Um, it was nothing.
- Really?
- Yeah, honestly,
it was nothing.
- Good night.
- Night.
- STANLEY: I'm sorry for
storming out the other day.
- BERNADETTE: It's fine.
- Do you do couples therapy?
- Why do you ask?
- This is a sofa.
There's room for two.
- Ves, I do.
- Marital problems,
work, stress, sex life.
- Many things.
- Anything interesting?
- I can't disclose
such information.
- Fair enough.
I wrote in the journal.
- Good.
How did you find it?
- Interesting.
It made me realize that I
really am damaged goods.
- That is an
interesting observation.
- No really.
I better be going.
- We will continue this
tomorrow morning if you're free.
I know we normally
meet once a week
but I think it would
be good to carry on
with this fresh in our minds.
Okay.
- See you.
- See you tomorrow.
(gentle music)
- Well, wait.
Well, will you slow
down for a second?
We're here to help you.
- NIAMH: Ethan, I
don't need your help.
And what the fuck is
he doing here with you?
- Who is she fucking talking to?
- Will you shut up for a second?
Why didn't you just tell me
you were coming here
in the first place?
- It's none of your business.
- None of my business.
Everything is my
fucking business.
Well, were you here
for another man?
You make me so fucking angry.
Look. we can talk about this.
Like we should have
done back in Belfast
after all the times I've
buried my soul for you
because that's what couples
do when they need it.
- But we're not Ethan.
And the sooner you
get that through
your thick skull the
better we'll both be.
- And that's it.
You're just gonna say that?
I come here and you say that?
All right, you're gonna make
your decision right now.
Is it him or me?
But if you come back to
me, Well, if you come back
to one of your own, I'll forgive
you for all of this shit.
But if you go to him, I'll
never, never speak to you again.
Don't touch me, just
tell me what you want.
- I can't Ethan.
- That's it, that's
your last word?
All right, I want it back, I
want the bracelet back, Well.
Give me the bracelet back, Well.
- That's enough.
You're letting that
bitch walk all over you.
- Just leave her,
just leave her.
- But that's not what we agreed.
- I don't care what we said.
Leave her here,
let her rot here.
I don't ever wanna
see you again.
Do you hear me?
I said do you hear me?
- I do.
- Hey Stan, how you doing?
- Not bad, thanks.
Yourself?
- Yeah, not too bad.
(speaks in foreign language)
- Did my order come in?
- Yeah. I got it here.
- Cost me a fortune in
postage and packaging.
Anyway, thanks Jim.
- Hey, before you
go, did she find you?
Your niece, is it?
' My niece?
- Yeah.
Pretty young thing. dark hair.
She was asking after
you three days ago.
- No, you must have me
mistaken for someone else.
- Maybe not, maybe it
was me, my mistake.
- Bye.
- JIM: See you.
(mouth blowing)
- This bloody cold.
And what is wrong with you boy?
You come out all this
way just to tell her off,
not even a slap on the wrist.
You should be
ashamed of yourself.
Are we really going home?
- What do you want
me to do, Logan?
- What do you think?
We should kill the bitch.
- Come on.
- Seriously, she has
disrespected you,
and she has
disrespected our culture
by going with a man like that.
A fucking Englishman.
- You don't know he's English.
- I do. I can smell it.
Will you turn that engine
off for Christ's sake?
This is what we're gonna do.
We're gonna split up.
One take out the Englishman
and the other go up
to that house and
bring that bitch back.
- Right and what if she
doesn't want to come home?
You're out of your mind.
- You dragged me out
here to bloody France
so I can do what
you don't want to.
- I didn't drag you out here.
- You call yourself a man?
You're like a fucking
woman treading
all over you like
you're nothing.
- This is what I
don't understand.
Even when I first met her,
she was really nice to me
and listen, you know,
like properly listen.
And so I told her about
my father dying in '91
and she put her arm around me
and said, "Ethan, I understand.
And from that moment I
knew we were meant to be.
Well, I thought we were
meant to be together.
- It's a damn shame,
but she has got to go.
We've come this far so we
might as well finish it.
If you're not going
to, then I am.
- All right, all
right, just wait.
All right then.
You had these in the
boot the whole time?
- Aye.
- What about border control?
We could of got caught.
- Ah, they don't check unless
you're black or a Muslim.
- That's a load of
crap and you know it.
- What?
You'd rather we stuck them
up our arse holes then?
- No, but I know
you'd love that.
- Ah, your ma loves it.
Right, you got the
house or the hill?
- The house.
This one's the house.
I'll take the house then.
- You sure about that?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
(breathing heavily)
(gun fires)
(foreboding music)
(Stanley groans)
(dramatic wild music)
- Oh, shit.
(heavy tense music)
Fuck it.
(heavy suspenseful music)
(gun fires)
(fist thuds)
(men grunting)
(rock thuds)
What are you waiting for?
- Who gave you this?
How do you know where I live?
- If you think I'm
gonna tell you that,
then you're as
dumb as I expected.
- As you expected?
You don't even know me, boy.
Now tell me.
Why are you trying to kill me?
- Why not?
I do things like this
because sometimes
it gives me pleasure to
fuck with people's lives.
The only real reason I'm out
here in this shit box of ice.
Fuck you, you fucking.
(foot thuds)
(foreboding music)
- Well.
Well.
- Well?
(gun fires)
- I will give you
one last chance,
and you better hope
it's the right answer.
(Logan cackling)
- I'm the least of your worries.
While you're here,
my friend is probably
having fun with your
mother and that bitch.
(gun fires)
(heavy piano music)
- Oh, fuck.
Well.
Well.
Well.
Well.
Well.
Well, I need your help.
I swear.
You don't need to
be hiding from me.
Well.
I know you're in here.
I've been in a really dark
place recently, Well.
I feel so much shame, you know.
You embarrass me
every time I see you,
and it confuses
the fuck out of me.
I know we care about each other,
but you haven't been showing
that lately, have you?
We had something, didn't we?
We had something pure.
Something that nobody else
in the whole world had.
And we loved each other.
That's why it's such a
fucking shame, Well.
But you've been a very,
very disloyal girlfriend.
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
(gun fires)
- Mother!
(somber music)
(Stanley sobs)
Mother!
No!
No!
Fucking bastard!
What do you want with me?
Tell me!
Come on, tell me!
- Stop it.
- Come on. Come on.
Come on, tell me!
- Stop it!
- Tell me, tell me!
Was this what you need?
Was it?
(Well sobbing)
- What have you done?
(pickax thuds)
(woeful piano music)
I'll leave you alone.
- Sit down.
Thank you.
I can't even remember the last
time I told her I loved her.
- She knew.
- Did she?
The one thing that gets me.
She died in the darkness, alone.
But I should have taken
that bullet, not her.
I'll tell you what I've deserve
for the things I've done.
- What did you do?
(tense music)
- Who are you?
- What'd you mean?
- Don't you fool me around.
- You know who I am.
- Do I?
All this that's happened
and you haven't called
the police or try
to run, which means
that you're either strong-willed
or you're unsurprised.
And if you're unsurprised, then
you knew this might happen.
Therefore, you are
either working with them
or they came here to get you.
- I'm not listening to this.
- Jim, from the bar, said
that you were looking for me.
- No, I wasn't.
- Why?
Don't lie to me,
tell me the truth.
- I don't know, I don't know.
- Tell me!
Have you found what
you're looking for?
Is it me?
How long have you been looking?
- Stanley, you're hurting me.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Oh, you know!
You've known all along.
You sat at my mother's table
and you lied to our faces.
And she took you
in, she took you in!
And in return, I had to place
her cold dead body in the Earth.
Why?
- You killed my brother!
- What?
- I didn't mean
for this to happen.
They were coming for me
because I was coming for you.
You may blame me for
your mother's death,
but you took everything from me.
How many innocent little
boys have you killed?
All my life I've thought
about this moment,
what I'd do to you.
- Oh please, please shoot me.
Please, please.
- He was a child, my
brother, he was innocent.
- Yes, please, shoot
me, do it, do it!
- My father made the
decisions, not my brother.
- Please shoot me!
- All my life I
thought killing you
would make things better,
make me feel good,
but now I know what I really
need, is to forgive you.
(phone rings)
- STANLEY: Hi there,
please leave a message.
We'll respond as soon as we can.
- Hello Stanley, this
is Bernadette speaking.
Please call me as soon
as you get this message.
I don't know if you've forgot
but we had a session booked
for this morning and it's
not like you to not show up.
I'm concerned for
your well-being
so please contact me as
soon as you get this.
Thank you.
- I'm so sorry.
It's all wrong.
By rights it should be
me in this hole, not you.
I've always seen life to
be cruel and unpredictable.
Left me scared.
Held me back.
Now I know that it's
just the nature of life.
You were right.
And I will try.
I will live.
("Lower Ground" by Jared Fortune)
I've crossed the line
of knowing what to find
Of knowing when is right
I've crossed the stage
Of black or white or gray
No colors feel the same
But lay before me mother
And I will leave the
shade of all my past
For you have breathe my blame
and made me cast my burden
So I'm not another half whole
I've crossed the line
of knowing when it's time
Of showing I am fine
I'm past the stage
Of going about change
Of going my own way
But lay before me mother
And I will leave the
shade of all my past
For you have breathe my blame
and made me cast my burden
So I'm not another half whole
Beat my heart till
you can see I'm hollow
Lead the charge till
I can learn to follow
I am caught in a
whole world of sorrow
But now I'm on my way
God knows it's not safe
God is not a way from me
Lower ground
Just throw me down
Till we're closer now
We're closer now