- [grunting]
[grunts]
[panting]
[grunting]
[wind whistling]
[panting]
[grunting]
[sighs]
[panting]
Safe!
- Off belay!
Right, can you get my camera out, please?
- [chuckles]
Say it.
- Oome on, you dozy tart.
- Don't take a picture of me. - Give us a smile.
l'm sure there's a pretty face under that frown somewhere.
[camera clicks]
ls that the best you got?
- Afraid so.
- Okay, get one of me.
- No, take it at the top.
- No, but l want to get some of this background in.
- [sighs] Pass it over.
- And...
[bird cries]
Try and get some of that exposure in,
show how high up we are.
- ls that a golden eagle?
Beautiful.
- Ugh. Golden eagle. Buzzard.
l don't know.
- No, it's way too big to be a buzzard.
[eagle screeching]
- All right, that's enough with the bird.
Point the camera at the money.
Alison, come on.
- Stop pouting. - What?
- lt was definitely a golden eagle.
[ominous music]
# #
- [grunting]
[eagle screeches]
[grunting]
- [yelling]
[both grunting]
Alison!
Help me! - Ed!
- [grunting]
- Jesus Ohrist, Alison!
- [grunts]
Shit! - Rob, throw the rope!
- Guys! - Alison!
[screams]
Alison, please! lt's slipping!
[screams]
lt's gonna go!
- [grunts]
- l--l can't-- l can't--
l can't get up!
[screams]
Help me! - Rob!
Rob!
- [screaming]
- Ed, just breathe.
- lt's not gonna hold! - Ed! Ed.
Ed, you have to listen to me. Just breathe.
- [screaming]
- [panting]
- [screaming]
- lt's okay. You've got to stop moving.
Just keep it together. - All right. All right.
All right. All right. Easy.
Okay. Okay. Get your breath.
Jesus Ohrist. What happened, guys?
- [panting]
- Alison, are you all right?
- Don't ask. Yeah, l'm fine.
- Okay.
All right, mate. You're all right.
Okay. All right.
Oan you-- Just pull yourself up.
Alison, are you okay? You okay?
- Yeah, l'm fine. l'm fine.
- All right. Okay. lt's okay.
Keep going. Get your breath.
Just get your breath.
[suspenseful music]
# #
- [sighs]
[ominous guitar music]
# #
- # As l came in by Fiddischside #
# On a May morning #
# l spied Willie Maclntosh #
# An hour before the dawning #
# Turn again, turn again #
# Turn again, l bid ye #
# lf ye burn Auchindoun #
# Huntly he will heid ye #
# Heid me, hang me #
# That shall never fear me #
# l'll burn Auchindoun #
# Though the life leaves me #
# #
# As l came in by Auchindoun #
# On a May morning #
# Auchindoun was in a blaze #
# An hour before the dawning #
# Orawing, crawing #
# For a' your crouse crawin' #
# Ye burnt your crop and tint your wings #
# An hour before the dawning #
# #
- l lost my bloody camera.
l feel sick, and my hands won't stop shaking.
- lt's the adrenalin lag, mate.
Always hits you afterwards.
- Hey, Ed.
Don't ever have a concentration lapse like that again, okay?
You want to climb with me, you need to up your game.
Methodical, every step. l mean it.
Oomplacency is a killer out here.
Yeah, we got away with cuts and bruises.
- Yeah.
Remind me why we do this again.
- Because we don't surf.
- Hey. - Hey.
- How you doing, honey?
- How are you doing? You okay?
- Hey. What time did you get here?
- About an hour ago.
Just been unpacking.
- Yeah, we took the double room with the en suite.
That's okay?
- Yeah, that's fine. l'm not sleeping with him, am l?
- Neither am l.
- l'm Ed, by the way. - Oh, Ed.
l'm sorry, mate. Ed, Jenny.
Jenny, this is Ed.
- Hi, Ed.
- [sighs]
- No, after you.
- You okay?
All right.
- Oh, honey, can you bring me the cutlery, please, babe?
lt's in the jug on the dresser.
- Smells like someone's died in here.
- Yeah, it is a little stinky.
l'll open a window, let some air in.
- That's just what Fred West would have said.
ln the future, you should bury your relatives outdoors.
Think patio.
- Well, if we had a phone in here, mate,
you could call up the landlord and complain.
- There's no phone?
- Nope.
- Great.
- And the window...
is bust.
Any joy?
- [adopts Oockney accent] We've had a right result.
[somber piano music]
# #
- Hey, don't worry about her.
You know, with a bit of luck,
she'll be tucked up and fast asleep by now.
- Your parents are such a pushover.
She runs rings round them. She's such a little monkey.
[both chuckle]
l miss her.
- lt's only been two days, Jen.
- [sighs]
[phone beeping]
[pulsing tone]
[phone beeping]
- Bollocks.
[thunder rumbling]
both: # You take the high road #
# l'll take the low road #
# And l'll be in Scotland #
# Afore you #
- No. No. No.
- lt's horrible.
Girls. Girls. Girls, stop.
Seriously, it's horrible.
- Please, cards, go.
- Okay.
Okay, but...
Right, l need to know how much one of these fellas is worth.
- Five matchsticks. Eh?
- Ah, no sex for you.
[laughter]
- And, okay, a bottle top?
- Two pasta swirls to a top.
- Right, so then ten matchsticks makes one bottle top?
- [clicking tongue]
- Great. Okay, thanks, guys.
lt's a bit confusing is all.
- lt really isn't.
- Be nice.
- What are you doing, Jen?
- Ladies and gentlemen, l fold.
- [scoffs]
- What have you got that's so special?
- Um...
A pasta swirl and two tops is what l'm gonna raise by.
- l fold. - Me too.
- l'm gonna keep him honest.
All in.
The water's warm.
Jump on in.
- Yeah, right. All in.
- Ah.
Three kings. - Whoa.
- Oh, damn, l've only got three tens.
- [laughs]
Get in, you dancer.
Oome here, you lovely, lovely little--
Oh, look at his wee face.
- But l've got a pair of queens as well if that helps.
Oh, come on, sit down, Alex.
Shock's best absorbed with the knees bent.
- Full house. Let him take it.
- Don't spend it all in one pub.
- Now l'm gonna retire to the Bahamas
like Roger Moore now.
- No, you mean Sean Oonnery.
- No, l'm firmly in the Roger Moore camp.
- [as Moore] Well, there's nothing wrong
with a little bit of camp.
[laughter]
- That's a horrible impression.
- No, it isn't, man. - lt is.
- ls not.
- Alex, what is this? Where's the Queen?
- That's legal tender, that. lt's a Scottish tenner.
- lt's worse than Monopoly money.
l won't be able to buy anything with this.
- You know, l've only got two words for you.
- Yeah, do they involve sex and travel?
- Possibly.
- Well, don't say them.
That's our cue to leave.
Good night, everybody.
- [mock whimpering] - Fuck off.
- Leave it. Good night.
- Another round?
- Look, baby, l'm sorry. l'm a bit pissed.
lt was just a bit of banter.
- Yeah, l know, but it's not very sexy.
- l'm not trying to be sexy.
- Why not? You're not on a promise.
- Deal.
- Will do.
- You stick with me, Alison,
we'll climb that this time next year.
- The Eiger? Yeah, let's do it.
The north face.
Killed 70 people.
You know, if you fall from the summit,
it'll take you 30 seconds to hit the ground.
- That's cheery.
- 30 seconds to recall your life,
say your good-byes, conscious the whole way down.
- Just enough time to say The Lord's Prayer.
- lf you believe that's gonna save you.
- You're gonna need something.
[wind rushing]
- lt's blowing an absolute bastard out there.
- Yeah, l know.
lt's supposed to clear up through the night, though.
But tomorrow is gonna be tricky.
- Drink?
- Fill her up.
- You can't mix gin and whiskey.
- lt's called a gisky. - ls it?
- l just invented it. - Right.
- Gisky. - Gisky.
Would you like one?
- No, l'll pass.
[thunder rumbling]
All right, folks, slight change of plan, l think.
There are 40-mile-an-hour winds
on that peak, but they're gusting 60.
Supposed to die down a little bit tonight,
so l think we'll do the west face tomorrow
and just tackle the north ridge today.
lt's nothing more than a diff.
You know, V diff, so don't worry about rock shoes, helmets,
or anything else that's gonna weigh you down.
We got a lot of ground to cover.
- How's the exposure on the ridge?
- Yeah, a little bit thought-provoking,
but keep hold of your harness.
l got mine, and we'll take the rope just in case.
- Okay, good.
- Got all your gear, Ed?
Don't leave anything behind, mate.
- The only thing l left is for a fully qualified plumber.
- Oharming.
- Morning.
- Hey, you. How's the head?
- Two cups of coffee and three aspirin.
l'm almost human again.
- Okay?
- So l guess it's a no-go on the west face?
- Nah. This isn't Yosemite, Alison.
The weather up here does exactly what it wants.
- Yeah.
- Got the lunch, Jen?
- Yeah, that's all under control.
- What are we having?
- Sandwiches.
- Ah, the pinnacle of British cuisine.
No wonder the French hate us.
- l make a pretty good sandwich.
- Well, what's in them?
- You'll just have to wait and see.
The surprise is half the fun, right?
- Just as long as it's not fish.
- You should try one. They're yummy.
- Smoked mackerel and egg?
l'd rather eat my own shit.
- No one's stopping you.
- You could always scrape out the mackerel
and just eat the bread.
- No, l can't do that.
lt's been tainted.
- You remind me of my daughter.
- She's clearly a lady of impeccable taste.
- She's two.
You're such a fussy eater. lt's so surprising at your age.
- Surprise is half the fun, right?
Thank fuck l brought chocolate.
- All right, guys. Five minutes and we're off.
Everybody okay with that?
- Sounds good.
- lt's beautiful.
- l know.
Scenery like this makes me wish l could paint.
- l'm gonna take a piss.
- Yeah, good to know.
- Thought you might be interested.
- No, no, mate, you feel free to keep us updated at all times.
- Will do.
Found a cracking spot.
l'm unbuttoning my fly.
l'm getting it out.
Fucking hell, it weighs a ton.
- Shut up, wanker!
[muffled shouting]
[indistinct speech]
- Hey, guys!
l heard something.
- Oh, yeah, what?
- l don't know.
Something.
Oome here and check it out.
- Mate, you think l'm falling for that?
- l'm serious.
[muffled shouting]
- What is it?
- What's going on up there?
- Hold on a sec!
Just listen.
[indistinct speech]
Did you hear that?
- l heard it.
- What is it?
- An animal?
- No way.
- Then what?
- Sounds to me like... - Like what?
- A person.
- Guys, get over here.
- What is it?
- Just get over here.
- What is it?
- [shushing]
Listen.
[muffled shouting]
- l hear it.
- Yeah, me too.
[bird fluttering]
[muffled shouting]
- What is that?
- l have no idea.
- Shit. - What?
- lt's a breathing tube.
There's someone down there.
Just wait here, guys. Wait!
[panting]
- Hello?
[girl shouts in native language]
Jesus Ohrist.
- What the hell is that?
- Don't you mean who?
- What do we do?
- Ed.
Wait a sec, guys.
Hello?
lf you can hear us down there, say something!
- [speaking native language]
- Oh, Jesus.
This was dug recently. The earth's still soft.
- Why would somebody be down there?
- Told you l heard something.
- [speaking native language]
- We're going to help you.
Just sit tight for a moment.
What are you doing?
- We don't know what's down there.
- lt sounds like a child. - l think so too.
- We can think, but we don't fucking know.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Guys, guys, guys.
lt's made of wood.
See if we can find the corners.
Find the corners.
- Well, this is fucking insane. What you--
- Get down here and help us, all right?
- Just fucking kneel down and help.
- Oome on. - [speaking native language]
- We're gonna try and lift it, okay?
- Okay. - On three.
One, two, three.
[all grunting]
- Fuck.
- Oh, my God. - Jesus.
- All right. Hello.
Now, don't be afraid.
We're gonna get you out of there, all right?
Ed?
- Oome here. Oome here. Oome here.
- [speaking native language]
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Don't worry.
We're not gonna hurt you. Okay, darling?
We're not gonna hurt you. Oome on.
[screams]
- Oh, for fuck's sake, you're scaring her!
Leave her alone. Leave her alone.
lt's okay, sweetie.
All right. All right.
lt's okay.
lt's all right.
l'm not gonna hurt you.
lt's okay.
We're gonna get you out of here.
Oome on, sweetie.
lt's all right.
lt's okay. Good girl.
lt's okay.
Okay, honey. Help.
- Okay.
Let's get you out of here.
Oome up. Oome up.
Oan you get me some water?
Sit down.
lt's all right. lt's all right.
Okay. Okay.
Here you go.
There you go.
Slowly. Drink slowly.
Slowly. Slowly. Slowly.
All right. Good girl.
- [retching] - Oh. All right.
lt's okay. lt's all right.
lt's okay.
Sweetie, can you tell--
Oan you tell me your name?
Your name?
l'm Jenny.
Jenny.
What's your name?
- Anna. - Anna.
Okay, Anna.
Anna, where are you from?
- [speaking native language]
- Okay. All right.
Anna, do you speak English?
Anna? English?
Does anyone know what language that is?
- l don't know. ls it Russian, maybe?
- Might be Oroatian.
- How do you know that?
- l had an ex-girlfriend from Zagreb,
and whenever she got pissed off at me,
she'd swear at me in Oroat.
- And you're sure that's what it is?
- She used to swear at me a lot.
- Oan you understand what she's saying?
- No, not really.
lt's just the accent sounds familiar.
- Well, do you speak any Oroat?
- l could score an eighth, ask for a threesome.
That's about it. - Oh, Jesus.
- Oh, for God's sake.
- Dick.
- Sorry.
- Why would someone do something like this?
- Whoever left her there didn't want her to die.
Otherwise there wouldn't be an air pipe.
- l don't want to know who put her down there.
l don't want to know why they did it.
l just want to get out of here before they come back, okay?
- Listen. Listen. She's our responsibility now.
We've got to get help.
We've got to get her off these mountains as soon as possible.
- Okay.
We're here,
1 2 miles south-southwest of Alltnacaillich.
Nearest village is Annan Mor, so...
Yeah.
We could go for this route here,
head east along the Scimitar Ridge
until we get to the river,
then double back to the village.
lt's about 1 5, maybe 20 miles all in.
- l found this in the hole.
She must have been down there for days.
- Did she have any food?
- Didn't look like it.
- Poor thing.
She must have been starving down there
all by herself in the dark.
- So let's not kill her with a smoked mackerel sandwich, eh?
- Oan't we use your phone? Phone for help.
- What, in these mountains?
Won't get anything approaching a signal
till you get near the A9.
That's about 30 miles away.
- You said it was 1 5 miles to the village.
- Well, there is a faster route.
We're only 2 miles away from Devil's Drop.
- What's Devil's Drop?
- lt's the only way to breach the ridge.
lt's a sheer cliff face about 500 foot straight down,
but from there, it is only a 4-mile hike to Annan Mor.
- How do we get a child down Devil's Drop?
- We don't.
Two of us abseil down and run to the village for help.
From there, l can alert the police
and get the Highland Rescue out to pick up the rest of you.
- Who are you gonna take with you?
- Alison.
Sorry, Ed. No arguments, mate.
l need the best.
- lt's a massive face, Rob.
We don't have enough rope.
- Well, l've got 20 meters of 7-mil. if that helps.
- No, no, no, no, no. You keep that with you.
There's some pretty rough terrain around Annan Mor.
You might need it. We'll manage, all right?
We'll multi-pitch it. lt'll be fine.
- Do you want us to wait here?
- No, there's no way we're staying here.
- Just follow the route on the map, all right?
l'll make sure they get the helicopter out to you.
As long as you stick to that route on the map,
we'll find you easily, all right?
[suspenseful music]
# #
[both panting]
Yeah, that's it.
There it is. See? - What? Where?
- lt's the Haston Step. lt's the first belay point.
You want to go first?
- Yeah.
[grunting]
Rob!
Fuck!
Rob, there's no more rope.
- Oan you make it?
- [grunting]
- Easy. - Shit.
Shit!
- Easy.
- [straining]
[wind whipping]
[straining]
- Alison!
How is it?
- Fucking scary, Rob.
There's no footholds for 5 feet.
You be careful, okay?
- [grunting]
[rope snaps]
[gasping]
- Rob!
[branches snapping]
Oh, my God.
[gasping]
- Look, why don't we carry her?
Me and Ed could take it in turns.
- Makes sense.
- Okay.
- Oome on. - Here you go, sweetie.
lt's okay. - [screeches]
- Ah! - Anna!
- Oome on. Oome on. - Put her down.
Put her down. - Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
- Oome here.
- Right, so what do we do now?
You won't be able to carry her.
- l can try.
- Jenny, you'll collapse after 1 00 yards.
- Well, then we'll go at Anna's pace.
- That's pretty fucking slow.
- Watch your language.
- She can't understand.
- That's hardly the point.
- Oh, for fuck's sake.
- We got to keep moving, Jenny.
Oome on.
- Do you have any idea what she's been through?
- l get it, okay?
Oan we just go now? Please?
- Okay.
Oome on, sweetie.
We have to go.
- [sighs]
[gasping]
[straining]
[gasping]
Jesus.
[water splashing]
Fuck. Fuck it. Fuck!
[rocks tumbling]
[gasping]
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
[rocks tumbling]
[grunts]
[branches snapping]
[grunts]
[water splashing]
[gasping]
[grunting]
[panting]
[pounding on wood]
[panting]
Hey!
[echoing] Help!
[panting]
Fuck you!
Fuck you.
[sobbing]
lt's been cut.
- l think it's about a mile away to the river.
- There they are.
- l see them.
- How far?
- 400 yards, maybe more.
- You got a shot?
- At this range?
- Don't waste it.
Let's get over that next ridge.
- [panting]
- There they are.
Ohuck us over your hip flask and give me a nip.
What is this filthy shit?
- lt's spirit drink.
- Spirit drink?
- l got it at the petrol garage.
lt's so cheap, they can't even call it vodka.
- lt's pish.
- lt gets the job done.
- Hello there.
- Afternoon.
- What are you fellas doing out here?
- Hiking.
- Long way from civilization.
- That's the idea.
- You stalking?
- Yeah.
- You know that hunting season's been over
for the best part of three months?
- What do you care?
- lt's just, if you're hunting out of season,
we're gonna have to report you.
- lt's a pretty big gun.
- lt's a .308.
lt'll put a dent in just about anything.
- You think the deer have a fighting chance?
- l think everything's got a fighting chance.
- Do you?
- You boys a pair of animal rights wankers, are you?
- You're a long way from anywhere.
And me and him don't take kindly
to left-wing bastards coming out here--
[gagging]
- Please.
Oh, please.
Don't do it. l'll stop hunting.
- But everything's got a fighting chance, right?
[thunder rumbling]
- He said that.
Please, please don't kill me.
- Take a step back.
- Oh, God, please.
Please, no. - Hey.
Do it.
- Oh, Jesus Ohrist.
- Keep going. - Oh, God, no.
- That's it.
And another. - Please.
[whimpering] Oh, fuck.
- Don't stop.
- Oh, dear God!
[branches rustling]
- And that's that.
- You still with me?
- Whatever it takes.
- lt might take a bit more than we thought.
- Aye.
lt might.
- How did they sound?
- Practiced. ln control.
Like they knew exactly what they were doing.
- That's usually a good sign.
- Follow the road.
- Remind me the name of this place again.
- Annan Mor. Southwest of lnverness.
- Still a good 80 miles.
- [panting]
[water rushing]
Hey!
- Look. Look.
Look. Alison.
- [coughing]
The rope was cut.
Someone cut the rope!
- Oan you hear her?
- Look, she's smashed her legs up and everything.
- You can see it on her leg and her arms.
Something wrong, Jen.
- lt's all right, sweetheart. Don't be scared.
lt's okay.
- Someone cut the rope! Rob was murdered!
- Oan't hear what she's saying. Oan you hear what she's saying?
- Look at her leg.
- We can't understand a word you're saying!
[water rushing]
- l need to get across to you further down the river.
- Alison!
Alison, you're gonna have to shout louder!
- We need to find a crossing further downstream.
- She wants us to go down the river.
Okay. Okay. Where's Rob?
Rob, where is he?
- Where is he?
[water rushing]
[mouthing words]
- [muffled] What we gonna do, Jen?
What do we do?
[gunshot]
Jen! Jenny!
- [screaming]
- Jenny! Jenny!
- Alex! Alex! Alex, no!
- [screaming]
- Alex, Listen to me. Alex!
- Jenny, give me your hand.
- [screaming]
- Alex, she's gone!
- [screaming]
- We can't get her from here. She's gone.
We've got to go down there.
Oome on!
- [screaming]
- Ed. Ed, l can see her.
Hold on to the rocks, Jen!
Hold on to the rocks!
- Alex, you got to listen to me.
You have to follow me. l know what l'm doing.
- Okay. - Follow me.
- [panting]
[gunshot]
- [panting]
- [screaming]
- [panting]
[gunshot]
- [screams]
- Alison!
[gunshot]
Alison!
Oome on, come on.
[gunshot]
- [panting]
[gunshot]
- [gasping]
- [speaking native language]
[both gasping]
- [screams]
- [gasping]
Anna!
Anna?
[gasping]
Anna!
[gasping]
[gunfire]
- [panting]
[gunshot]
[bullet whizzing]
- No. Gone.
- [inhales deeply]
- There!
- Anna!
Anna!
[gasping]
[panting]
Oome on, Anna.
Oome on.
- [gagging]
[coughing]
- Oh, thank God. Anna.
[panting]
lt's okay, Anna.
[sighs]
[gunshot]
[gasps]
[gunshot]
[grunting]
[gun clicks]
[gunshot]
- [panting]
Anna!
[gunshot]
- [grunting]
[sighs]
Alex. Alex.
[both panting]
Are you all right?
Look at me.
We have to find the others.
- Okay.
- Ed!
Anna!
Ed!
- [muffled scream]
[bird squawking]
[gunshot]
- [grunts] - [screams]
- Here!
[gunshot]
- [panting]
[groaning]
- [screaming]
- [screams]
[grunting]
[screams]
- [shivering]
[whispering] Ed.
Anna.
Ed.
Anna. Thank God.
- [groaning]
- What happened?
- l fell.
lt might be broken. l don't know.
- They're coming.
- How many?
- Two.
- Shit.
[stifled moaning]
- Okay, let's go. - No.
He can't run.
- l can try.
- That won't be enough.
Listen.
You, me, Ed,
we don't mean a thing to these people.
She's the only one with any value.
She's what they want.
- That's her!
[gunshot]
[gunfire]
- What about the others?
- Follow the money!
- [panting]
[gunshot]
[dramatic music]
# #
[gunshot]
- [laughing]
You gonna finish him, or do you want me to do it?
- After what he's just put us through?
No, l want to watch him breathe out.
You feel that?
That's the price of your nobility.
Hurts, doesn't it?
- ln 200 meters, bear left.
ln 1 50 meters, bear left.
ln--
[thud]
- [scoffs]
Well done.
- How will we know where to go?
- Well, that's a good question.
Maybe we should just bear left.
People have been finding their way for thousands of years
without the benefit of fucking computers.
There is no equal to a map and a bit of nous.
How we doing back there, mate?
- l'm almost done.
Just got to check the frequency.
[device beeping]
lf this briefcase moves so much as an inch,
we're gonna know about it.
- Well, that's reassuring.
l may as well wipe my ass on that money
if we can't find the girl.
[device beeping]
- [straining]
[grunting]
[wincing]
[grunting]
- Okay.
Hey, Anna, l'm gonna need you to lean back.
Just-- lt's okay, sweetheart.
Just lean back.
- [speaking native language]
- You got to trust me, okay?
lt's okay. l promise.
Just take a step back-- - No, Alison.
- Jesus Ohrist, Anna!
There's no other way down!
Okay.
[sighs]
Look at me.
l've got you.
You have to trust me, sweetheart.
Okay?
Put your shoulders back.
Lean back.
There you go.
Good girl.
- lt's okay, Anna. Keep coming.
- [screams]
- Ooh, keep coming. Steady, steady.
[straining]
Okay.
All right.
l've got you. l got you.
- [panting]
This is no time for rest. Let's go.
- Just give me a moment, please.
- lf Alex made it, he'd have called the police.
They could already be looking for us.
- You heard the shots, Alison.
He's dead.
- Let's go. Get up.
- Leave me here.
l'm slowing you down as it is.
Just leave me here.
- You don't want that.
- l've broken my fucking leg.
What more do you want from me?
- lt's not broken, Ed.
You're walking on it.
- What if we've done the wrong thing?
- What do you mean?
- Maybe we should have left her there.
- What?
- Hear me out.
Please.
Please listen to me.
l mean, why was she even there?
Why in Scotland?
She clearly sounds Eastern European.
- l don't know, Ed. l don't know. You tell me.
- Maybe she was kidnapped. l mean, look at her.
She's still in her school uniform.
She was probably snatched right outside the school gates.
And kidnappers, they usually demand a ransom, don't they?
ln which case,
there's probably another party involved, police.
What if we've come along
and trampled on a delicate situation?
We might have blown her chances of a safe handover.
What if we've killed her?
What if this is all our fault?
- Look at her.
- l'm just-- - Just fucking look at her.
Oould you leave her in the ground?
Oould you?
- No.
- Then there's your answer.
Did her family do this to her?
Was she kidnapped? l don't know.
And you don't know.
But if we've done the wrong thing,
then l'll fucking live with it.
Now get up. Find a way.
- They'll be heading up to Annan Mor.
- And here we are empty-fucking-handed.
- Look, you remember that Japanese kid last winter?
Remember him?
Rats crawled through the pipe, ate him alive.
- What about him?
- Parents still paid up.
Bluffed our way out of that.
Maybe we can't bluff our way out of this.
- You do it your way.
l'll try mine.
- [scoffs]
[distorted] You're probably wondering
why your daughter has not come home from school.
We have dug a hole 4 feet by 3.
She's down there.
She has enough water for a week, maybe less.
She has no food.
There's no chance you can find her.
Her location is as remote as it is inaccessible.
And you're being watched.
lf you try and contact the police,
we will leave her where she is.
She will die there...
in the dark...
alone.
You will never find her body.
We want money, 6 million euros,
clean, nonsequential.
No marked money, transponders, or dye packs.
More instructions regarding the handoff will follow.
Stay by the phone.
- Who taped the call?
- My employer records everything.
That includes his ex-wife's telephone.
- Well, these bastards aren't stupid, are they?
lf you call the police and they end up getting nicked,
all they've got to do is deny everything.
Since the girl's in the ground, there's no connection to her.
She dies about the same time
that the police are releasing them
due to lack of evidence.
There's no body, so there's no murder investigation,
and that is about as sweet a hustle as l've ever seen.
- The only time they expose themselves
is at the handoff.
- Do you know where the pub is?
- lt's not a big village. l'll find it.
- Well, when you get there,
you grab a table by the window.
lf you can't find one,
you stand by the bar and you wait.
No one will approach you until you sit down.
Don't try and guess who it's gonna be.
You don't think about anything except that table.
Do you understand?
- Yeah.
- Don't look too confident.
Don't look too nervous either.
You find a middle ground.
You let them know that it's strictly business.
lf they've got the girl, they're gonna get paid.
- Let's hope they bring her.
- They will. They have to.
They'll keep her out of sight until they see the money,
but that's where you come in.
You demand to see her before you hand it over.
lf they can get away without making a trade, they will.
Leaving a body behind is a lot easier
than making a full exchange.
- No one makes a move until we see the girl.
lf l return without her...
Have you met her father?
- l've heard of him... by reputation.
- So you know that--
- He's got a pretty bad reputation.
Have a jolly-up in Kosovo, did he?
Little bit of an ethnic spring clean?
Well, he's just the same as the rest of the Serbian wankers
that we slotted back in '99,
so trust me, yes,
l know who l'm dealing with.
- Really?
- When we make our move,
it's gonna be quick, and it's gonna be loud.
- Throw yourself on the floor, 'cause he's gonna go
like fucking Ohristian Bale in there, mate.
Stay down till me or him picks you up.
- All l care about is the girl.
We get her safe and quick.
Then we worry about her captors.
- Your employers, they want to keep 'em alive?
- lf possible.
- We'll see.
- No shotguns.
l can't risk you hitting the girl.
- lt's loaded with solid shot, no spread.
We're English, Darko.
We leave friendly fire to the Yanks.
- Hey!
[vehicle approaching]
Hey! Hey!
[dramatic percussion music]
# #
[intense percussion music]
# #
[cheers and applause]
- Hi.
We...
- We need to report a kidnapping and three murders.
[intense percussion music]
# #
[cheers and applause]
[indistinct chatter]
[intense percussion music]
- We'll get you up to lnverness Oentral Police Station
as quick as we can.
Oonstable Stewart will drive you.
He shouldn't be a minute.
They can take your statements, give you medical attention.
l'll be in the next room,
just past the kitchen, so don't worry.
l'm not going anywhere.
- You said kitchen.
- Aye.
- She could do with something to eat.
[indistinct chatter]
[intense percussion music]
- l can't get through to lnverness at the moment.
- Why not?
- lt's a big country out there.
lt all needs policing.
- So call another station.
- l've left a message.
l'm sure the desk sergeant will call back in a minute.
Ohocolate cake, my wife's recipe.
l think you might just love it.
[intense percussion music]
# #
[indistinct chatter]
- You Darko?
- Yes.
- You got something for me?
- That depends.
- Does it?
l've got the more valuable merchandise.
What have you got?
Money?
There'll always be money in the world, mate.
Plenty of that to go around.
But this little girl...
unique.
One of a kind.
- What are you trying to say?
- That we do things my way.
You brought the money?
- Yeah.
- Then this is how we're gonna do it.
l leave here now with the case,
and l check it with my associates.
All being well and good,
you'll receive a call telling you
where you can find the girl.
- [scoffs]
No.
- Then l'm gonna leave.
- Go.
You sure?
You're not gonna walk out of here empty-handed
without listening to what l have to say.
- l wouldn't fucking bet on that, mate.
- l stake 6 million euros on it.
- That's what you've got in the case?
- We both know only fools fill cases
with counterfeit money,
fools who don't care to see their children again.
l'm no fool.
- l'm glad to hear it.
Because the same thing happened to me a few years back.
l took a boy from his family in Marseilles.
lt was a long negotiation to say the least.
Went on for so long, l made a mistake.
l bonded with the boy.
We became close.
[scoffs]
He kept saying he wanted to come and visit me
when it was all over.
His parents decided they wanted to hand off a bag
full of shredded newspaper.
Police thought they were gonna catch us
during the drop-off.
Oh, no.
l took the boy out in the garden
to play a game of football.
l remember 'cause he went in goal.
When he bent down to pick up the ball,
l shot him in the back of the head.
Quick.
Painless.
Least l could do.
l buried him somewhere in the southwest of France.
Parents are still looking for him last l heard.
- Well done.
Like l said, l'm no fool.
- Good.
'Oause that's a true story.
[fireworks exploding]
[muffled explosions]
- You see.
Nothing to worry about.
Anyone fancy a cup of tea?
- Tea?
- Aye.
Nothing like a brew to set you straight.
- No.
No, l don't reckon a brew's gonna do it this time.
You said you were gonna get someone
to take us down to lnverness.
We want to get out of here as quickly as possible.
- Understood.
Let me just go on to PO Stewart and see where he's got to.
- [whispering] You don't have to be so rude.
- [whispering] Oh, fuck rude. People are dead.
l want to get out of this village.
l want to get out of this fucking country.
- And we will. Relax. We're safe now.
- How long is he gonna take?
And where's this other officer?
- Sure l can't tempt anyone with a cuppa?
- We were supposed to be in a police car 1 5 minutes ago.
- No, thanks.
[whispering] You're being paranoid.
- Well, did you actually see him call for help?
Did you hear it?
And if he did, why haven't they returned his call?
- lt's only been ten minutes.
- A lot can happen in ten minutes, Alison.
Are you ready trust someone we've just met
after what we've been through?
What if he's just keeping us busy
while he waits for his mates to turn up and finish us off?
- Shit.
What do we do? - We should go.
- Well, let's just wait five minutes, see if the other--
- How much longer do you want to keep on waiting for?
Even if he's not in on it, what good is he gonna do?
What can he protect us from? Look at him.
He's a fat man with a badge armed with a Biro.
No, l say we leave now.
We take our chances in the crowd.
- [sighs]
Okay.
Anna, we're just gonna go for a walk, sweetheart.
- What's going on?
Where are you going? - We're just--
- We're leaving. - Yeah.
- lt's not safe out there. - Well, we're going.
- Absolutely not.
You're my responsibility.
l'm not letting you out of my sight.
- You can't keep us here.
lf we want to go, we'll go.
- You want to walk out of here?
Fine.
But l can't let you take the girl.
l mean it.
You leave, you leave without her.
- Ed!
- Don't come any closer.
- Easy, lad. Easy.
Don't do something you'll have to pay for later.
Put the knife down
right now.
[glass shattering]
What the--
[fireworks exploding]
[grunts]
- Get down!
[all gasping]
[fireworks exploding]
[cheers and applause]
[all moaning]
- Stay low. Stay low.
Keep down.
[fireworks exploding]
- [moaning]
[glass shattering]
- [screams]
[all gasping]
[cheers and applause]
[fireworks exploding]
- PO Stewart, come in, over.
Shots fired.
l'm under attack.
l need you back at the station.
[fireworks exploding]
[cheers and applause]
- Get back against the wall!
Hey! Hey! ls there a back door?
- Yes.
You'll need keys.
- Where? Where? Where?
[glass shattering]
[fireworks exploding]
[glass shattering]
Follow me.
Down! Get down!
[cheers and applause]
[fireworks exploding]
- Now, what we have here is a situation based on trust.
l trust you when you say that you've brought the money.
And you have to trust me when l say
the girl is safe and somewhere nearby.
- l can't even walk into a newsagent
and buy a pack of cigarettes on trust, my friend.
Now, if l can't do that,
how do you expect me to let a man like you
walk out of here
with a fucking retirement plan in a briefcase, hmm?
- Man like me?
- A kidnapper and a child murderer, yes.
- That's a bit personal.
- You're a grown man. You can take it.
And this is business.
Like the man in the newsagent.
l hand him the money
'cause l can see what l'm buying.
lt even comes with a government health warning.
He gives me what l want, and we both walk away happy.
So no.
This is not based on trust.
This is based on what l can see in front of me.
And you're getting nothing...
until l see the girl.
Nothing.
[all panting]
- He's got a gun!
Run!
[intense percussion music]
# #
[all panting]
Hurry.
[gunshot]
- [screams] - [grunts]
[gunshot]
[gunfire]
- [grunts]
[gunshot]
[fireworks exploding]
[gunshots]
- [coughing]
[gunshot]
[cheers and applause]
- They don't have the girl.
[radio static]
They don't have the girl!
[radio static]
[straining]
They've lost the girl.
lt's a bluff.
[glass shattering]
[both grunting]
[gunshot]
[all screaming]
[gunshot]
[all screaming]
[both grunting]
[glass shattering]
[both grunting]
[all screaming]
[gunfire]
[all screaming]
[fireworks exploding]
[cheers and applause]
- Where are you?
[cheers and applause]
- Hey, l love you.
[gunshot]
[all screaming]
- [coughing]
How am l doing, mate?
Never mind the bollocks.
Give it to me straight.
- lt's gone straight through the vest
and made a wreck of you.
You're dying.
You don't have long, and there's nothing l can do.
Just bad luck, mate.
[device beeping]
- Gun.
Gun.
[both panting]
- [speaking Serbian]
[both pounding on door]
[fireworks exploding]
[speaking Serbian]
[both pounding on door]
- Hey!
What's going on?
[gunshot]
[gun clicking]
- Get down!
[screaming]
[glass shattering]
[grunting]
- [screaming]
[both grunting]
You should've just given us the girl!
- [choking]
- Where has your compassion gotten you today?
[glass shattering]
- [screams]
[water hissing]
- [screaming]
Fucking bitch!
[screaming]
- [grunting]
[gagging]
[both grunting]
- [gasps]
- Hello again.
[glass shattering]
[cracking sounds]
[dramatic music]
# #
[echoing voices]
- [moaning]
[moaning]
Darko, you're a man of your word.
[device beeping]
[beeping intensifies]
[glass shatters]
[moaning]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[sirens approaching]
- lt's okay.
lt's okay.
- [whimpering]
- lt's okay.
lt's okay.
[sirens wailing]
[all talking in Serbian]
- What in the hell is this?
- This is her father.
Now you get paid.
- You box me in and this starts to feel like an ambush,
l will take the top of your fucking head off.
Just so we're clear.
- Just stay in the car until l call for you.
Let me do the talking.
- Just don't talk yourself out of a longer life.
- My employer is a businessman.
- Last l heard, he was a fucking war criminal.
- Nice.
[all speaking Serbian]
- [wincing]
500,000.
l can get it for you in an hour.
No?
[chuckles]
lt was worth a try.
- My daughter must have looked like a good payday to you.
Divorce has made my ex-wife rich.
There is very little she could not afford.
But behind every woman with money
is a man with deep pockets.
You should have concerned yourself
with how he lined them.
Strip that piece of shit.
Darko tells me you lost a man.
- That's right.
- Don't cry too hard.
Now you won't have to split your fee.
My daughter is safe.
l am in debt to you.
- There's a way to fix that.
- Your account has already been credited.
You can keep the car.
A parting gift.
Put him in the ground.
Prepare my tools.
- [grunts]
- [speaking Serbian]
- Do you understand what she said?
- l think she said ''thank you.''
- # By yon castle wa' #
# At the close of the day #
- Are you all right, sweetheart?
- [sobbing]
Yeah.
- # And as he was singing #
# The tears doon came #
# There'll never be peace #
# Till Jamie comes hame #
# The church is in ruins #
# The state is in jars #
# Delusions, oppressions #
# And murderous wars #
# We dare na will say't #
# But we ken wha's to blame #
# There'll never be peace #
# Till Jamie comes hame #
# My seven braw sons #
# For Jamie drew sword #
# And now l greet round #
# Their green beds in the yard #
# lt brak the sweet heart #
# Of my faithful old dame #
# There'll never be peace #
# Till Jamie comes hame #
# Now life is a burden #
# That bows me down #
# Sin' l tint my bairns #
# And he tint his crown #
# But till my last moments #
# My words are the same #
# There'll never be peace #
# Till Jamie comes hame #
[dramatic music]
# #
[somber piano music]
# #