You're a pain in the arse. I'm fucking knackered.
- Sorry. - Paul!
Paul!
He'll know where to go.
- Kelly needs to work. - Work as what?
On the street. I need to get some money. Just tell me where to go.
- Face like that? No-one'll pick you up. - Trust me. They will.
Let's have a bit of that spliff.
Nice one.
You could try the back of Filbert Road.
- How do I get there? - 7 bus outside.
Cheers.
Give it here.
(Sighs) Right. You all right to play around the pier for a bit?
Yeah.
- What are you doing? - Getting you some money, ain't l?
Seven quid. Will that do you for a few hours?
Well, what about them?
You don't miss a bloody trick, do you? I need that for the bus.
- Have you got any fags? - Yeah.
Four.
Shit! Fuck.
I've lef.t my phone in the f.Iat. Fuck!
Right. It's 1 1 now.
I'll meet you here at half-three. All right?
OK. Do you know where the arcade is?
I don't fucking know, do l? Ask someone.
Right...
OK. Don't be stupid. Don't talk to anyone.
And I'll see you later. All right?
(Groans)
(Banging on door)
She ain't gonna open it, is she? She ain't fucking in there.
- How are we supposed to get in? - Get back in your fucking flat!
Put it through. Go on.
Keep trying the phone, Chum.
(Punches in number)
(Ringing)
- Hello? CHUM: Hello? Hello?
Kelly. Kelly?
Where is she?
(Car horn)
MAN: You all right? - Hiya.
- What happened to your face? - It's a long story. Can I help you?
- Can I fuck you? - 30 quid.
- No way. - Fuck off, mate. It's 30 quid.
30 without a johnny.
You're fucking taking the piss.
40 without.
All right, get in.
(Ambient music)
(Phone rings)
- Yeah? - Hello. Stuart? It's Derek.
I think I've f.ound them.
I'm on my way there now. They're in Brighton.
Call me when you know.
Fucking prick.
They're in Brighton.
What's the quickest way to the pier?
About 20 minutes that way, if you cut through town.
Where've you been? You've been ages.
Yeah. I had to earn some money, didn't l?
Stick your hand out.
Why?
Ah, wicked!
Ah, this is only 50.
Yeah, we need money for the train.
Can we go to the arcade? I wanna get this toy.
Oh, all right. Just for a bit.
(Low conversation)
KELLY: It's a fucking rip-off. Look - the claws are all loose.
Could have bloody bought two by now.
Yeah, well, you've got to win it.
I can do this. I've won on these things bef.ore.
Well, hurry up, then.
That's it. Go on.
Shit.
Go on. Go again.
All right, that's it.
Don't drop it. That's it. Go on. Release it. Release it now. Go on.
That's it. Well done.
That's well good.
Can we get another one?
We'll be here all bloody day.
Thanks.
All right, get it quicker this time.
I will. I'm on a roll.
- Yeah? - You all right, love?
Was it you I spoke to earlier? I'm Kelly's friend.
Oh, yeah?
- Well, is she back yet? - No.
Well, she's coming back here, though, isn't she?
- Her phone's here, innit? - Do you mind if we wait for her?
Look, I've fucked my leg up.
It's not my flat.
- Do you want a cup of. tea? - That'd be fucking lovely, that would.
(TV on)
All right?
Go and keep lookout.
You let me know as soon as they come.
- What are you gonna call yours? - Nothing.
Why? You've got to call it something.
All right, I'll call it Four Quid Eighty.
- I told you I'd get it. - Yeah...you did.
Mine's called Sarah.
That's my mum's name.
Hello, Kelly. My name's Sarah.
Are you gonna name my sister?
All right, I'll call her Wendy.
Good.
Who's that? Was that your mum?
Yeah.
(Chatter on TV)
Who are you?
I'm a friend of Kelly's. We're just waiting for her.
Well, what friend?
D.
- Yeah? - Yeah, she's coming.
- How long have you been here? - I've had about enough of these cunts.
- Come here. - (Karen screams)
Cunts. Shut up! All right? Shut up, or I'll kill you - I swear.
(Groans) Chum, come here.
Quickly.
- Here. Hold it on 'em. - (Karen sobbing)
Now, keep it on 'em.
Any of. you mutter so much as a f.ucking sound
I swear, he will kill you. All right? Dead.
(Doorbell)
Have another go.
(Doorbell)
- Hiya. - Hiya.
Fucking hell! Get off! Run, Joanne! Fucking run! Fucking run!
(Screams) Aargh!
- (Joanne sobs) - All right, come on.
KELLY: Leave her alone, you cunt!
Fucking move. Move! Come on.
(Sobbing and screaming)
Get downstairs!
Aargh!
Fucking move. Get down.
(Grunting) Get down.
(Sobbing)
DEREK: Get in. Sit down.
(Sobbing)
- Right, out. Rest of you, fuck off. - What?
Fucking get 'em out! Fucking get out of here!
Go on, get out!
- Move! Move it! Move it! - Go on!
Move! Move!
- You, I could fucking murder you. - Keep moving.
- (Chum shouting) KAREN: I'm sorry, Kelly!
CHUM: Just move! - All right?
(Joanne crying)
CHUM: Go!
And shut the door behind you.
KELLY: Derek, let her go, will you?
- Please, let her go! - Shut up, Kelly.
It's out of my fucking hands now.
I've fucking looked out for you, Kelly, and you do this to me.
Cunt's almost cut my fucking leg off.
Stuart?
Put him on. It's Derek.
You're fucking trouble, you! Always, always, always.
Stuart, I've got 'em. Both.
They're with me here. Now.
Yeah, I'm in Brighton.
OK. I'll just wait here, then.
All right. I'll give you the address.
- (Joanne moans) - You only f.ucking met this girl last night.
Eh? You wanna fuck it all up for her?
- Let her go, Derek. - Yeah? Then what?
What, I'm dead? I don't fucking think so.
What's happened to your f.ucking f.ace?
They're on their way. Be a couple of hours.
Right. Well, it looks like we're gonna sit here and fucking wait, then.
Look at that!
I'm shaking. I'm that fucking angry. Turn the telly off.
Now, one of you two is gonna tell me exactly what the fuck has happened.
(Whimpering)
Why have I got to wear this?
Cos Derek told me you had to.
Do you know who this bloke is?
I've heard of him.
Right, pout your lips. I've got to put this on you.
Are you gonna be all right?
Does it look all right?
Yeah, it looks good. You look pretty.
I've never worn make-up before.
♪ BEETHOVEN: Moonlight Sonata
- Can I get yous a drink? - What you got?
- What do you want? - I'll have a vodka and Coke.
Me too.
- There you go. - Thank you.
Ta.
Is this your house?
It is.
Are you a millionaire?
Mm-hm.
What's your name?
- Joanne. - Joanne.
So, are you gonna come upstairs with me, then?
Now?
Can I just drink my drink first?
Course you can.
Good.
OK?
Hm.
Now...
OK.
Come on.
KELLY: Where do you want me to go?
DUNCAN: You just stay there.
What about the money?
Later.
Come on, pet.
(Joanne cries out)
JOANNE: (muffled) Kelly, help me!
(Joanne cries out)
(Loud cry)
(Joanne screams)
JOANNE: (muffled) Help me, please! Help me!
Joanne?
Fucking hell! It's all right, darling.
JOANNE: He's in the bathroom. - We're going, you f.ucking cunt!
She's a little kid!
(Thud) - Ow!
JOANNE: Stop it! DUNCAN: You f.ucking shut up.
DUNCAN: Stand there. JOANNE: Stop it!
DUNCAN: I wanted you here, I'd f.ucking ask you!
(Kelly and Joanne crying)
KELLY: Leave her alone!
Get Derek on the phone.
Tell him to meet us at the Bruskin lay-by. Tell him how to get there.
What, you made them a cup?
Yeah, well, I made one for everyone.
After what they done, you think they deserve a fucking drink?
(Mobile phone rings) - Where are you going?
You fucking watch them.
DEREK: Hello? Yeah.
(Panting)
DEREK: Yeah.
OK.
Right, Chum.
Get 'em upstairs.
Wait for me by the door.
- Up, both of yous now. - What?
- Fucking up! Get her up, Kelly. - (Joanne crying)
DEREK: You get her up, Kelly! Move it.
- Where we going? - You little cunt!
Move your fucking arse. We're going for a drive.
- You're a cunt, Derek. - Fucking move!
- All right, Joanne. It's all right. - (Joanne crying)
DEREK: Shut your fucking mouth!
JOANNE: (Crying) Where are we going?
Kelly!
Chum, hold 'em there. Hold 'em there.
(Car lock bleeps)
- (Joanne sobbing) - Open the boot.
- What for? - What do you think f.or? Get in.
Please, let us get in the back with you.
Get in the fucking boot, both of you!
(Joanne sobbing): I don't want to go in!
- Get in there, before I put you in there. - They'll turn the heater up.
Come on. I'm in here with you, darling. You're all right.
JOANNE: No, don't! - Cunt!
KELLY: Fucking let us out!
(Kelly and Joanne shouting)
DEREK: Shut up!
OK. It'll be a right up here somewhere.
- Which one? - Just keep a fucking eye out.
I'll tell you when, OK?
- (Joanne panting) - It's all right. Come on.
I'm scared. I want to go home now.
I wanna go home, an' all. It's all right, darling.
All right, slow down. Slow down.
There it is. Up there.
What's going on?
I don't know. Stay quiet.
Right, where are we going?
Where are the girls?
In the boot.
(Shotgun clicks)
Now...
I don't know why you've brought a gun.
But if you're stupid enough to let me see it...
Look, I wasn't gonna do anything with it.
You won't mind giving it to me, then, will you?
Can I get it back? It's not mine.
Later.
Now, follow us.
- Where does he want us to go to? - Just said to follow him.
I know that. I was fucking there, weren't l? Do the fucking window up.
Fucking hell.
I don't wanna do this, D.
What do you mean, you don't wanna do this?
DEREK: Do you think I wanna do this?
JOANNE: What are they saying? - I don't know. I can't hear properly.
DEREK: Keep f.ucking driving.
OK? Just keep driving.
(Moans)
Fuck...fuck...
Stuart...Stuart, it's your da.
It's your da.
Cheers, David.
DEREK: What are they doing?
I don't know.
I don't know, man.
Get out. Come on, out the car. Move.
KELLY: All right.
- Go on, move. - All right. I'm fucking moving.
Fucking hell.
(Kelly yelps in pain)
KELLY: What have they got them for?
Fucking hell! Run! Fucking cunt!
Aargh!
STUART: Get her over there. - Oh, please!
- Get up. Fucking get up. - All right.
KELLY: Fucking grass! Fuck off.
Aargh!
Fucking...
Leave her alone. She's a fucking kid.
STUART: Get digging. JOANNE: Please, get off me!
Fucking get off me, you fucking cunt!
KELLY: Fuck of.f.! Fucking get of.f. me. Fucking...
- Bitch, get in. - Fucking cunt.
Fucking get off! Get off!
Shut up. I do not want you shouting in my ear.
Leave her alone. She's a fucking kid! You fucking cunt!
Oi, you two - get fucking digging!
- Leave her alone! Leave her alone! - Shut up.
(Kelly sobbing)
DEREK: Chum, get a f.ucking move on.
(Sniffling)
Stop crying.
Come on. Pack it in.
Do you want a cigarette?
Thank you.
- What's your name? - (Whimpers)
Joanne.
When did you start smoking, Joanne?
Come on. When did you start smoking?
(Tearfully) I don't know.
(Sobs)
Please...
What are you gonna do to me?
Do your mum and dad smoke?
My mum's dead. (Sobs)
My dad did.
My dad smokes.
You know my dad, don't you?
I found some cigarettes that belonged to my dad once.
I was probably not far off your age.
I took one...
..and I smoked it in the toilet upstairs.
He caught me.
As a punishment...
..he made me eat the whole packet.
Everything.
The filters.
The cardboard.
The little bit of silver paper you get inside.
He sat there and he watched me eat the lot.
I was throwing up every two seconds. He just watched me.
Didn't look away.
I never smoked again.
Give it here.
(Window whirs)
(Grunting)
What did he do to you, then? Last night.
Is he dead? Your dad.
- I'm sorry. - Shut up. Stop crying.
(Joanne crying softly)
I want you to tell me what happened.
(Continues crying)
What did he do to you?
(Angrily) I'm not gonna ask you again. What did he fucking do to you?
(Tearfully) I can't remember.
It was last night.
Remember.
He took me to his bedroom and...
STUART: And what?
He kissed me for a bit.
And then he put me on the bed. (Sobs)
Did he tie you up?
Yes.
Then he got a knife out.
He said he wanted to hurt me.
I screamed.
I wanted to get out.
What did he do with the knife?
JOANNE: He was cutting my clothes.
Then what? Did you fuck him?
No.
Why not?
(Sobs) Kelly came up.
She untied me.
- Did you stab him? - (Crying)
- Stop crying. - (Continues crying)
Stop crying.
Did you stab him?
Yes.
STUART: How many times?
Come on! How many fucking times?
Two.
I think it was two.
- You stabbed my dad twice? - Sorry.
Sorry.
(Whimpering)
What are you gonna do to me?
Kelly!
JOANNE: Please!
What's he gonna do? Joanne! Joanne!
Kelly, please! Kelly, help me!
Get the other girl.
JOANNE: Kelly, help me! Kelly! Get off!
Kelly, help!
- All right, you two. That's deep enough. - Help me!
Fuck you. Fuck you an' all.
Chum. 'Ere, Chum.
JOANNE: Kelly, help! - Fuck off!
She's a fucking kid, you cunt!
Where the fuck are you going? You're watching this.
(Kelly whimpers)
Leave her alone!
- Joanne, come here. - No! She's a fucking kid!
- Get here now. - No! Please...
Shut up.
My dad's dead.
Someone's gotta pay for that.
(Fires)
Don't you fucking move, Derek.
Joanne, take the trigger.
Take the fucking trigger now.
Pull it.
No. Please...
Come on. Shoot him.
STUART: Do it.
Do it! Do it!
Pull the fucking trigger. Do it! Do it now.
(Sobs)
(Stuart clicks gun)
(Derek groaning)
DEREK: Help. (Fires)
(Sobbing)
Go back to your car.
It's all right. Come here, you.
(Both sob)
Fucking cunt.
(Both continue sobbing)
What's happened to us?
(Exhales heavily)
(Car doors slam)
(Car engine starts)
What are you two gonna do?
KELLY: I don't know.
Have you got any money?
No.
Take that.
(Car engine starts)
(Joanne whimpering)
It's all right, darling. It's over. It's over.
(Both sob)
It's just up here.
Joanne?
Oh, my God.
♪ PLAN B: Everyday
♪ Darkness surrounds me, drowning me in sorrow
♪ Cos I know today will be no different from tomorrow
♪ Hope is quickly fading - soon I'll be too far gone for saving
♪ My soul will go and leave my body hollow
♪ And still in the face of adversity I search for an inner strength
♪ Try and stand firm with both fists clenched
♪ But I can't find my heart - it's like the fucking thing's deserted me
♪ It used to be there - this makes no sense
♪ So I pray to a God that I'm not even sure if I believe in
♪ To help me in my hour of needing, keep me breathing
♪ I pray to this God that created a place called Eden
♪ A paradise to put Adam and Eve in
♪ But I don't think he hears me speaking
♪ I'm starting to weaken
♪ Now I'm reaching for what's fake
♪ Poisoning my body to escape
♪ Suddenly I'm overwhelmed with optimism
♪ My shoulders no longer feel the weight
♪ Yeah, life feels great
♪ But it's fake
♪ Every morning ran away
♪ This is my life every day
♪ It's fake, cos I know the smile on my face is only there
♪ Cos I'm too intoxicated to care
♪ lnside my soul I can't find no hope
♪ Just a gaping hole where it used to be there, an unmendable tear
♪ That when I'm sober hurts more than I can bear
♪ It just ain't fair
♪ I'd sooner be back in normality, when the poison wears off
♪ And my whole body's aching from the pain of reality
♪ The pain of reality starts to grab at me
♪ Love is a fallacy, and I'm staring straight at death
♪ As it tries to take another stab at me
♪ I'm down on my knees, and I'm begging
♪ Someone hear me, please, answer my questions
♪ Why is my life just one big, deep depression?
♪ Is this God's way of teaching me a lesson?
♪ Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned
♪ This is my confession
♪ I do bad things, and I don't know why I do 'em
♪ I try to do good deeds, but people see right through 'em
♪ I can't get close to no-one, cos they won't let me
♪ Can I feel like a man
♪ If they don't respect me?
♪ Is that my heart I feel starting to sink?
♪ As the more I talk, I'm starting to think
♪ That maybe I feel this way cos of the mistakes I've made
♪ And it ain't got shit to do with no-one else
♪ I can only blame myself
♪ It's me who's bad for my health
♪ And only I can rectify what's wrong in my life
♪ If only I'd tried a little bit harder
♪ It all comes down to a choice - what would I rather?
♪ Stay how I am and watch the days get darker
♪ Or forgive myself, get on with my life
♪ And not look back after?