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(Clock ticking)
(Door creaks)
(Indistinct conversation)
(Guests chattering)
- (Chatter continues) - (Muffled singing)
(Elevator humming)
(Muffled voices)
(Chatter)
Then throw the used towel down on the floor
and wipe the floor with your foot.
You don't have to bend and it's twice as fast.
I hope you are not picking up bad habits here, Maria.
No, Mr. Kerr.
How are you today?
Fine, thank you.
Why didn't you say anything?
As soon as I saw him I did.
It'll be okay.
(Indistinct chatter)
(Inaudible)
Hello, Chelsea.
(Chatter continues)
(Man) Hello there. I wanted to ask
about your safe storage facility.
(Chelsea) All executive rooms now feature a wall safe.
(Man) Right, but the problem is it's too small.
(Chelsea) We have a safe deposit facility.
I heard you had a much larger safe for the use of delegates.
Yes we do, Sir,
but that's reserved by the conference organizers.
I'm a delegate.
If you want to use it I suggest you speak
to the conference team at Delegate Reception.
Their office is just inside the concourse of the conference center.
Thanks very much, darlin'. See you later.
(Guests chattering)
(Chelsea) Mr. Kerr?
Mr. Kerr, someone's left a bag.
Did you see who it was?
Yes. It definitely wasn't a guest here.
I'd have remembered if he was.
Is it this one here?
(Chelsea) Uh huh.
Okay.
(Guests chattering)
Can I get a security check from reception
about eleven this morning?
(Computer beeps)
(Traffic, footsteps)
(Man) There. Got him.
He's getting careless.
(Camera shutter clicking)
(Casino chatter)
(Chatter)
(Slot machine noise)
(Slot machine noise intensifies)
(Loud shooter video game noises)
Hi, Jason.
(Video game noises continue)
(Woman) Oh, yeah, we went to see the Phantom last week.
With Mark? Are you joking?
No, it's not racist anymore...
No, they re-did it.
Now it's just boring.
(Video game sounds)
Thanks for letting me know you were back.
Had to work late.
You've been drinking.
Just the one.
Look, I have to socialize with the team sometimes.
Bet they enjoy that.
Please, Fee.
Don't Fee me.
There is something wrong with the bank account.
I went shopping today and the card was refused.
Then the online password has been changed.
What's going on?
There must be a problem with my paycheck. I'll...
I'll get it sorted tomorrow.
You embarrassed me.
Look, I'll speak to Finance tomorrow.
Yeah, you do that.
Next time get them to tell you.
You're supposed to be the manager of that hotel!
It's a clerical mistake.
Just don't let it happen again.
Fee...
...remember what the counsellor said.
Don't! (Scoffs)
If you're not going to work at this relationship
then neither am I.
Do you know, I would be as well been married to a lamp post!
Don't be like that...
(Footsteps leaving)
Fee?
(City noises)
Where's the usual guy?
Measles.
(Sighs)
Look, the time lock is set for eight o'clock.
You might want to come back.
No, I'll stick around.
(Footsteps)
Yes, hello, this is Mark Kerr from the Pier Harbour Hotel...
...yeah, it's just I wanted to confirm
that you'd sent a replacement security guard today.
The regular guy's not there.
You have. That's fine.
No, no, absolutely. That's fine.
No, have a good weekend. Okay, bye.
(Door closes)
So there you are.
I thought I was going to have to get changed back there.
Fuck off, Mark. As if you're never late.
Have you got my 50 quid?
It's coming.
Had a bit of bad luck at the club last night.
There was I with two aces and two fours,
a ten comes up on the river
and the squint-eyed asian bitch takes me with a straight flush.
Should'a seen it comin', she looked so glazed.
You don't do the maths?
Always the fuckin' teacher.
Doin' the maths might work online,
but it's a different kettle of fish
when you look in someone's beady eyes.
You should come to the club sometime.
Make a change from bum-hunting.
What is bum-hunting?
Who do you think you're playin' when you log on at six in the morning?
A bunch of drunken' Yanks.
They're so fucked up on J.D. and Coke,
they think they're Amarillo Slim.
That's bum-huntin' my friend.
And don't kid me that you didn't know that.
Interesting term.
You don't fool me.
Well, I need my money by the weekend.
Yeah.
(Muffled voices)
(Giggling and chatting)
(Breathing)
(Alarm vibrating)
Oh, come on, come on.
Oh, so that's where you are.
I'm just doing some appraisal reports for work.
I couldn't sleep, all right?
You're such a bad liar.
Just make sure the sites you're looking at are legal.
Let's see.
Satisfied?
You're at it, I know you are.
For fuck's sake, just go back to bed, would you?
Pervert.
(Sighs)
(Man) As senior staff the Gilmartin Hotel Group
see it as your responsibility,
to ensure hotel personnel take every opportunity...
(Voice fading out) ...to promote our full range of products,
including the Wellness Suite.
(Voice muffled) We have golden opportunity here.
(Voice fades and echoes)
It's difficult when you're understaffed.
(Man) And you'll continue to be
unless we can improve productivity.
What about the new night manager?
Head office interviewed two new candidates for the post of night manager,
but neither were suitable.
So the overtime situation will continue.
James has agreed to take Saturday,
but we need a volunteer for Sunday night.
Come on, don't all volunteer at once.
Mark, how about you?
Well, I've got plans.
Stuart?
Well, I'd like to, but I'm going to be working overtime all week at the eh...
Gemstone Expo.
And with my mother just out of hospital,
I really should put in some family time.
I suppose that sounds reasonable.
Mark?
Well, family comes first.
I hope your mother's not too ill.
It's not life threatening...
...unfortunately.
But, I really need to play that tournament.
Mark? Mr. Kerr?
Am I disturbing you?
Not at all, Chelsea. What is it?
We just had a complaint through from room 69,
about loud noises in room 70.
Noises? What kind of Noises?
Grunting noises.
There's not really a lot we can do,
if guests are getting frisky in the middle of the afternoon.
Room 70 is supposed to be unoccupied.
(Mark) Ah.
Hotel Security.
Open the door, please.
Mark.
What? What's going on?
I could ask you the same thing.
Eric...
I think I can handle this.
Who've you got in there?
Maria!
She's only 17!
She's Russian.
You know company policy.
You could be sacked for this.
She was well up for it.
Listen, ask nicely, she might let you have a wee ride at her.
I'm responding to a formal complaint from guests.
Just say it was a false alarm.
The pipes or something. Eric won't say anything.
Pipes?
What about Maria?
Why the hell didn't you go to another hotel?
Come on Mark,
it doesn't have to be like this.
We're pals.
Maria, are you decent?
I think you better get your clothes and get back to work.
(Stuart) So are we okay?
This time.
She wants to work room service now.
She'll get good tips there.
I mean...
...promotion is a good solution.
Thanks, Mark. I owe you one.
Yes, in fact you do.
All right.
(Man) Splashing out.
Well, let's go.
(Door closes)
- Hi there. - Hi.
Uh, just a 150, please.
Thanks.
Here you go.
- Thanks. - Thank you.
Good luck.
(Laughter)
Hi, do you mind if I join you?
(Indistinct chatter)
Fold.
I call.
Fold.
(Woman) 200.
Call.
Fold.
(Indistinct chatter)
(Man) Fold.
(Man #2) Fold.
(Man #3) Fold.
(Woman) 2,000.
Fold.
You just don't know when to stop do you?
Never.
(Indistinct chatter)
(Cards flipping)
(Indistinct chatter)
(Man) Call.
(Man #2) Call.
(Man #3) Call.
(Man #4) Call.
(Woman) Call.
Check.
Fold.
(Man) Fold.
(Man #2) Fold.
Call.
(Dealer) Ace of spades.
300.
600.
Call.
(Dealer) Final cards.
Five of spades.
750.
All in.
Call.
(Dealer) On the backs, please.
Two pair.
- Flush. - Flush beats two pair.
- Nice hand. - Ouch.
(Woman) Unlucky.
(Man) Short and sweet, mate.
Looks like someone's not having a good night.
Do you know the only sure way to win at cards?
Cheat.
Yeah.
Do I know you from somewhere?
You look familiar.
No, I don't think so.
No?
No.
(Chatter)
What now?
Just want to talk.
Look,
maybe I gave you the wrong impression back there. I'm not...
Not what?
Looking for action.
(Sniggers) Well neither am I.
Look, I don't have any money. I lost it all in there.
Of course you did. That's why we're here.
What do you mean?
Is your name Mark Edward Kerr?
What is this?
We'd like to ask you a few questions.
About what?
About some photographic equipment.
Boiled sweet?
You know I used to hate these things, but they're...
...really not all that bad.
Look, aren't you going to ask me some questions?
Well, why don't you start
by telling us what's been going on?
You need to read me my rights first.
I think you've been watching too much TV, Mark.
I haven't arrested you.
Yet.
But you are planning to.
Depends on what you say.
Okay, what do you want to know?
Now, that's more like it.
Isn't it Joe?
Look if you want me to talk please don't patronize me,
with your fake pal act.
I don't think you are listening to me, Mark.
It's you who needs to want to talk to us.
Well maybe we should just talk down at the station then.
Okay...
...but here's the thing, Mark.
We aren't the police.
What?
Who the hell are you then?
How can you arrest me?
Come on, calm down Mark.
Calm down. We don't want to arrest you.
that's the whole point.
My name is Frank Boyd. This is Joe Hardy.
We're PI's working for the Gilmartin Hotel Group.
We're investigating a series of thefts at the hotel.
Now you can make this easy on yourself.
Or we can get the police to arrest you.
Okay. So when did this all start?
Just recently.
Don't' try to fool me, Mark.
Three years ago.
That's a lot of cameras.
- People are careless. - Oh, you're right there.
So what else are you into, Mark?
What do you mean?
Stock theft? Bogus overtime payments?
- Cash back fraud? - No!
I think you're lying there, Mark.
See, the financial team have picked up on a number
of irregularities over the last six months.
I mean, why do you think we were called in?
So who's helping you, Mark?
What about your wife?
Is she taking the bookings? Is she dirty--
Just leave her out of it.
I'd like to believe you there, Mark,
but, see, my experience tells me it's either you...
...or someone working with you.
So who else has got an expensive pastime?
Look,
I'm not doing anything except the lost property scam.
I swear.
Yeah, we'll see.
Stuart.
Stuart...
Stuart Riley,
Events Manager.
Sure, no kidding.
He likes to live it up.
So do you, Mark.
What can you offer me?
Like to bargain, eh Mark?
Well if you help us we can offer you a chance to resign,
get another job, turn your hand at something else.
Okay.
But I don't know anything about any cash back fraud.
So you say but, I mean...
how can we prove this?
There's a log at the hotel.
It details every hour every manager works.
Well, let's see this log.
It's at the hotel.
- Well let's go. - Now?
Yeah, now.
A lot less embarrassing that way.
And just remember,
everyone's under investigation.
What are you doing here? I thought you were at the club.
Yeah I never made it.
There's a big IT problem.
These guys are here to sort it out.
I haven't noticed anything wrong.
That's Trojans for you. It's like untrustworthy staff.
You never know there's a problem until it's too late.
- Know what I'm saying? - I suppose so.
Look, there's no point in both of us hanging about here.
Why don't you just head off, see if you can make that engagement?
Thanks, man. That's another one I owe you.
Cheers!
No problem.
Seems like a nice guy.
You think.
(Door closes)
These are the logs here.
Where's the operator?
It's not manned at night.
Well, I'll check.
(Door closes)
(Electronic beep)
What's going on here?
(Man) Nothin'.
Who are you?
This is a robbery, isn't it?
(Grunting)
(Rumbling fades in)
(Muted gunshot)
(Recording crackling)
Stop 'em recording.
Give me the disk.
It's an external hard drive.
Then rip it out.
Do it.
How long does that record?
A month.
Done?
Show me. Show me the safe.
Do it.
Don't look at him.
(Crackles)
(Ambient noise)
Open it.
- Open it. - I can't.
I know you know the code.
Yeah, I do...
...but it's on a time lock. It doesn't open until eight o'clock.
You lying piece of shit. Open it!
I'm telling the truth.
They had it installed years ago--
- The code! - I'm telling you, it doesn't--
- Open it! - I can't.
Look.
(Keypad beeping)
You think I didn't know about the time lock.
(Chuckles)
Why did you think we picked tonight?
It's a bank holiday tomorrow.
That means the day shift comes in an hour later,
but the old time lock stays the same.
Am I not right?
You're well informed.
I'm a good guesser, Mark.
And now, thanks to you, I know the code.
Three - seven - nine - six.
You know what that means. (Gun cocks)
That's not the right code.
It's not the right code.
Well...
...I'm just going to have to believe you...
...this time.
(Ambient noise)
Right, you take his head.
Take his head!
(Crackles)
Don't-don't you dare. Don't you fucking dare.
Take his shoulders. Take his shoulders!
Come on. Under the shoulders. Take his head.
(Grunting)
(Slight static hum)
Out!
(Water running)
Had you known him long?
- (Punch) - (Grunting)
You fucking idiot!
All you had to do was punch in a few numbers.
Imagine getting fucking killed by a fucking mug like you.
You go and fuck everything up.
(Clock ticking)
Don't you look at me.
Face the wall.
(Ticking loudly)
(Sighs)
(Ticking continues)
(Sighs)
(Exhales loudly)
(Ticking continues)
- (Loud alarm blaring) - What's that?
It's the front desk. It means there's a problem.
You just hit "Enter" to look at the cameras.
Just cycle through them.
(Alarm continues)
Show me.
Show me!
(Alarm stops)
(Keys clicking)
Who's this joker?
That's Donald. He is the night porter.
He's got to report any problems to the Duty Manager.
(Footsteps)
Please don't hurt him. He's not in very good health.
Well, you're gonna make him go away.
Good evening, Mr. Kerr.
I thought it was Mr. Stuart in tonight.
There's an IT problem and Mr. Stevens asked me to oversee it.
No one tells me anything.
You know you have something red on your sleeve?
It's just a leaky pen. Is everything okay?
It's these drunk kids again.
Pissing in the flowerbeds, disgusting little shits.
I banged on the window,
but I think we should phone the police.
(Mark, stammering) They're just drunk.
It's the same ones trying to get back at me.
We don't want to be too heavy handed.
They're still out there,
smoking joints up on the bridge.
They need to be taught a lesson, the wee buggers.
- I think I should call-- - No!
I mean I understand your concern, Donald,
but it doesn't look good for the hotel
if we have the police around here.
You surprise me, Sir. Former maths teacher...
Need to nip these things in the bud.
I'm sorry you feel that way, Donald,
but we're in the middle of a very serious IT situation here,
which could affect the profitability of the hotel.
Now I really don't have time
to deal with the fallout from a few trampled flowerbeds!
Sorry, Sir.
Sorry to have troubled you.
That's all right.
I appreciate it's difficult sometimes.
(Door closes)
(Sighs)
Any more interruptions you think I should know about?
- I hope not. - Yeah, me too.
So, you used to be a teacher?
Yeah, a long time ago.
So, where did you teach?
- Nowhere near her. - Where?
- Perth. - Perth?
You used to have brown hair and wear glasses.
I told you I knew you from somewhere.
You were a Maths teacher.
Mr. Kerr, Mistake.
- Mistake? - Yeah, your nickname.
You were a pupil there?
For a time.
You don't remember me, do you?
- No, I'm sorry. - Sorry?
Sad maybe, but not fucking sorry.
You all just looked like children, you know.
See if this will remind you.
I got kicked out of school because of you, Mistake prick!
Look, whatever it is that I am supposed to have done,
I'm sorry.
Well, that's not good enough, is it?
You know after I left fucking borstal--
fucking special needs school--
I used to dream about chopping you up in little cubes.
Maybe I should make that come true.
Make it come happen.
But, you know, then again,
I find it fucking kind of funny.
Fucking ironic, now that I think about it.
You and me back there... and now here.
I mean what are the fucking chances?
And, well...
Well now you're a murderer.
I'm not a murderer.
So he's just taking a fucking nap, is he?
No...
Well you killed him.
And it's all your fault.
So what is it like, eh?
What does it feel like to be a killer?
What's it like, Mistake, you lazy fucking prick?
- You fucking murdered him. - I did not.
You fucking did.
You fucking killed him and you fucking murdered him.
Now face the fucking wall before I fucking murder you!
(Loud alarm blaring)
What the fuck?!
Sorry to disturb you again, Mr. Kerr, sir.
The room service have reported a disturbance
in the Oceanic Suite.
I thought the bar was closed.
Mr. Riley, it seems, forgot to lock up.
- The girls are scared. - What's up?
Two delegates from the Jewelry Expo.
Very drunk and abusive.
Can you handle it?
I might be a bit heavy handed, sir,
and I should not leave reception unattended.
(Sighs)
Okay, just a second.
Do we have a choice?
- You sent Stuart home. - No, you sent him home.
I'll be one step behind you.
Donald, this is Frank Boyd from IT headquarters.
He's here to deal with the network problem.
Look, maybe it would be better if you go back to your desk
and we'll take it from here.
(Elevator humming, creaking)
(Elevator thumps, squeaks)
- Hi, Maria. - Mr. Kerr.
Oh, uh, his is Frank Boyd from head office, uh...
I don't think you know each other.
Pleased to meet you.
(Whispering) Any more of that and you're both dead.
(Distant drunken slurring)
(Man) Hey, where's your holiday spirit?
(Woman) No... No!
(Laughing)
What's the problem?
I'm a good looking guy and I'm loaded.
There's a big problem.
You're a fucking prick tease, Ronnie, and you know it!
I told you,
cough up a ring and I cough up the vagina.
Excuse me, this is a hotel.
Oh, you're hot, baby. You're hot.
Get your hands off me!
Fucking hell.
Oy, pardon me.
We're fucking guests in this shit hotel.
Hey, can we just calm down?
I'm the Night Manager.
You say you're guests here?
- Yes, we are paying guests. - (Man grumbling indistinctly)
Get your hands off me.
(Mark) Okay. Could you please...
go up to your room now?
(Man) I want a drink.
(Mark) Use the minibar.
(Woman) He's already drunk the minibar dry.
I invited him up and he went crazy.
And he couldn't keep his hands off me.
(Man, chuckling) She's a horn pot, you know.
(Mark) Just tell me the number.
I'll have the minibar refilled.
I don't want to say it
in case he overhears.
So he's not a guest?
Of course I'm a guest. I booked the fucking room!
Okay. Well could you please go up to the room now?
(Slurring) No, I'm not sharing the room with that sack of shit!
Hey, if anyone is sleeping outside tonight it's you,
you tight-fannied bitch.
(Woman) I want you to call the police.
Look, there's no need for that.
(Slurring) He won't take no for an answer.
(Man) You want it and you know it.
- Just shut it! - Please, Frank.
- Just let me handle this. - Well, deal with it.
Maria, maybe you could escort this guest up to her room,
and we could open the bar for this gentleman.
Maybe get him a nightcap. It's a bank holiday after all.
See, that's more like it, now.
(Woman) He's not coming up!
I'll come up if I want to!
Nobody will disturb you.
How about a wee fucking drinky?
Okay, but I don't drink brown, only vodka.
Tell you what.
Why don't we do a wee screwdriver with a twist?
No, no, no, hold the O.J.
O.J.
Now there's a fella who knew how to treat a woman.
- (Thump) - (Grunt)
(Glass breaking)
(Man coughing)
(Muffled indistinct cursing)
(Man) I'm a fucking guest!
- (Blows falling) - (Man crying out)
Going somewhere?
I just felt a bit sick.
Don't be such a pussy, eh?
Let's go.
(Slight static hum)
(Soft electronic feedback)
Why did you take his wallet?
Because I hate loud-mouth pricks like that
almost as much as I hate ex-teachers.
You see they get a bit of money
and then they turn into fucking Tories.
So I hit them where they don't like it
and take their cash,
weak bastards that they are.
Know many people in Glasgow, do you?
Mistake, too many questions.
Are you a slow learner or what?
The only inside man is your bad karma.
You got into all this shit...
because you weren't paying attention.
So...
you fancy Maria, do you?
Ya dirty old man.
No. It's nothing like that.
Oh, 'course not.
You want to shag her.
Not everybody thinks that way.
Oh yeah? So, what gets you off?
What gets me off?
Yeah.
You know...
No.
What turns a man like you on?
Well, there's poker.
Oh, yeah?
So how does poker make you feel?
Well, it's fun. It's exciting.
(Chuckles)
Oh, poker?
Is that all you've got in your life. I mean...
what does Mrs. Kerr do?
Is she not putting out or something?
Oh, she's not, is she?
Okay gambling.
What's that all about?
I don't get it.
No you don't. You really don't.
Well tell me.
It's not just fun, is it?
No, it's exciting.
So is stealing.
It's not the same.
Poker makes me feel in control.
What about when you lose?
Even then.
Why?
I-- I like the idea of working out probability.
It's like I can see the equations in front of me.
Then why do you always get it wrong?
I don't always get it wrong. I'm on a bad streak.
What, a bad streak!
I thought it was all about the maths.
A bad streak is about maths.
It's the law of large numbers.
Well, maybe you're not as good at maths as you think you are.
Maybe.
Hey, don't try to give me an answer you think I want to hear.
Fuck's sake. I want to know the truth.
I dunno...
Come on, Mistake, I'm getting bored,
and when I get bored I get twitchy.
You know what I'm saying? Dig?
Okay, okay.
I guess... it's not just being in control.
It's adrenalin.
It's like there's a devil out there
and I can feed him just enough to keep him at bay.
- Do you understand? - Nah!
Chance, chance is for losers.
You want something, why not take it?
And I'm not talking about fucking lost property either.
You know the difference between me and people like you
is that you go to bed dreaming about what I do.
I want something, well I take it.
But you're a criminal.
Oh yeah...
and what are you, Mistake?
Can I ask you something?
Depends what it is.
What's your plan?
Plan? Yeah. What, with the gold?
None of your business.
No, I don't mean the gold.
I mean you get the safe open at eight o'clock,
then what?
Well, what would you do?
What would I do?
Well, I guess if you're asking what I'd do in your situation.
First I'd be looking to lie low for a while.
Then I'd be looking to go to another country.
One that didn't have an extradition treaty with the UK.
Somewhere like Brazil or Cambodia.
And I'd be looking to travel by rail or by sea mostly
because obviously airports can be difficult.
So I was just wondering
how are you planning to get out of the country?
Well I'll do that.
One of them. That sounds good.
You see...
That sounds to me
like you haven't thought about this.
It sounds to me like you haven't planned anything.
It seems to me that
you don't know what you are gonna do
with whatever is in that safe.
Is that true?
What?
Well, you say I'm a nobody and that I should just walk in and take it.
But what are you doing?
If you want to keep whatever is in that safe
where are you gonna go?
Enough.
You haven't thought about this, have you?
You say I'm a loser
but why have you not made a plan?
- Do you want to get caught? - Shut your mouth!
You're going to walk out of here with all this money
and then what? Just stand at a bus stop and say,
"Hey, I've got a lot of money. Can I get on the bus?"
- You know who I am. - You want to get caught!
You know who I fucking am!
- What? - Who am I?
- I don't know. - Who am I?
- I don't-- - Who am I?!
I don't know.
Who... am I?
You're Callum Coyne.
Correct.
I knew it.
About fucking time.
What did I do?
You were expelled for being involved in drugs.
No!
Some ecstasy was found and I was blamed.
I had nothing to do with it, and you know it.
There were witnesses.
Lying bastards both of them.
But it wasn't the first time, was it?
You were running a drug ring.
I just stole some money from the guys who were.
And you believed them over me.
You ruined my life based on your fucking prejudice.
Look.
I'm sorry for my part in that, but...
I wasn't the only one.
No, but you knew I wasn't in that morning
because I saw you skipping off down to the town center
after you'd pulled a sickie.
Just because I saw you, doesn't mean you weren't involved.
You weren't innocent.
But I wasn't a drug dealer.
Look,
the truth is,
you were a difficult, disruptive pupil.
You would have been expelled sooner or later anyway.
Why would I stand up for you?
Because that was your job.
You were supposed to look after kids like us,
be a voice... right and wrong.
Talk to me about planning. Well you...
Well you planned, all right.
You thought of yourself.
Well now it's time for payback.
Give me the code.
No.
Give me the code.
I might be a coward, I might be lazy,
but I am not stupid. You'll kill me if I tell you.
Oh but you are.
You see, you twist everything up in your head
and you talk fucking shite.
Maybe I should just do the world a favor
and kill you now.
(Gun cocks)
I mean, answer me this.
When I kill you who is gonna miss you?
Your friends you lie to?
Your family you cheat on?
No one.
You're already dead.
Just four little numbers and it is all over.
I'll make it easy on you.
(Shuddering breath)
I'm not giving you the code
but I can give you something else.
Well, I'm listening.
What can you offer me?
Safety deposit boxes.
They're in a room behind reception.
I can open it.
Safety deposit boxes.
You're a real fucking disappointment to me, Mark.
(Gun cocks)
(Sniveling)
Where are these safety deposit boxes?
(Elevator hums, creaks)
(Keys jingling)
Doesn't look very secure to me.
The hard part is supposed to be getting through the door.
Numbers don't match.
It's a security thing.
See, each number on the frame here
corresponds to one of the keys on the board up there.
Pick one.
Um...
Two - seven - four.
It's a Power of Attorney document.
What's that?
It gives the family control over someone's money.
Toss it. Next one.
It's a novel.
"Enchanted Gaels by Adam Hardwick."
Read.
Uh...
"The wind blew horizontal off the Atlantic Sea.
Peering over the keening tufts
for a sight of the ship mthat would
carry her lover home.
Morag sighed"
Morag!
Fucking Morag. What a load of shite.
The truth is all you get is a quick poke
and you're saddled for life.
You speaking from experience?
Did I ask for an opinion?
This is shite.
I tell you what, from now on let's play a little game
to liven things up.
Let's play three in a row.
If you find something over a hundred pounds,
I'll give you a cut.
Really?
But if you don't find anything in the next three boxes,
I'll put your finger in the door and break it.
You're not serious.
Come on. You're a gambling man!
Makes you feel in control.
One in three.
Pick a number.
Chop chop!
Two - six - eight.
I don't know what this is.
Pipes.
Next.
There's travelers checks here.
I mean, you can forge the signature really easily.
I don't think so.
Last chance, Mark.
Decisions, decisions...
Number.
Two - six - eight.
No, two- six - three.
Sure? Don't want to change your mind?
Two - six - three.
(Whispering) Two - six - three.
These are share certificates.
There's valuable information here.
You can use this.
Put your finger in the door.
Please.
Put your index finger right here.
A deal's a deal.
Please don't make me. Please.
You just...
You just keep it still
and I'll make it a nice clean break.
Wait, wait, wait! Double or quits!
- Double or quits. - Fuck's sake.
Fuck off.
What, are you trying to turn me into a loser gambler like you?
No, not double or quits.
All in.
If you don't find something in the next box,
I'll break all your fingers on one hand.
So it's all in.
Say it. "All in."
Say it.
All in.
That's right.
Now give me a number.
Two - eight - four.
That's an amethyst.
That's got to be worth at least a hundred pounds.
Look.
No, I don't think so.
It's a Christmas cracker ring.
You've got to be joking.
Eh, unlucky.
I tell you what.
Let's play a let on that one.
So one more.
Two - seven - zero.
(Exhales sharply)
Unlucky.
If you move your hand I'm gonna break your arm.
Unlucky.
Wait. There's something in here.
(Zipper unzipping)
(Chuckles)
Fucking jackpot!
There must be about 30K in here.
Who leaves 30K in these fucking boxes?
I want to know, who I'm stealing from.
Who is he?
Uh...
Name's Joseph Clarke, 53.
Scottish name.
Passport was issued at the British Consulate in Madrid.
Costa del Crime...
Says he was born in Cape Town.
White South African.
Occupation's Data Analyst.
Cyber crime.
Isn't that where all the money is supposed to be these days?
I'm surprised you haven't tried it.
Who says I haven't?
So why all this?
Sometimes you need cash
like right fucking now.
So you are in trouble. Is it a girl?
Mistake, too many questions. You've been told already.
Now let's have one more.
Come on, we're not gonna do better than that. Let's just go.
But you're on a winning streak.
Pick a number!
- Two - seven - one. - Two - seven - one.
(Chuckling) Fucking hell, are they yours?
Fuck. Maybe it's some businessman
building up his collection of your Nan's.
(Chuckles)
Watch it, you're going to stain your shirt over there.
Fuckin'... Don't inhale it.
(Phone alarm goes off)
Fuck! It's 7:30.
We're fuckin' out of here. Right, fuckin'-- Let's go!
Let's go!
Wait! Wait, wait, wait!
Why don't you just take the cash and go now. Just go!
It's not enough.
Look, there's obviously a reason you want out of here.
You're doing this for somebody else.
Oh, you think? I'm a pretty selfish guy.
Maybe whoever it is would prefer if you came back to them.
Oh, fuck off! Just open it!
There's a bag of gold in there and it has my name on it.
How do you know there's anything in there?
I just do. Now open the fucker.
(Keypad beeping)
I knew it!
(Jewelry jangling)
This is shit.
What were you thinking, girl? What were you thinking?
Craft pish!
(Silence)
(Maria screams)
(Alarm rings)
- (Grunts) - (Gasps)
- There isn't any-- - Shut up!
(Indistinct chatter)
- Leave it. - Shut up!
(Alarm, police sirens)
Look, you're not gonna get out this way. Use the service entrance.
That will be closed down by now.
Look, just give up. Just give up!
What, and go back to jail? I don't think so.
It'd be better than dying.
I'm not afraid of that.
But Maria is.
And she's pregnant, too.
What do you mean, "too"?
Is that not the same with your girl?
What the fuck do you know about anything?
Nothing.
All I know is it can't be easy for you or for her.
Look,
you let Maria go... and I can get you out of here.
How?
(Quick footsteps)
Jesus, what is this place?
It's the cellars from when the hotel used to be a bonded warehouse.
The tunnels go right underneath the conference center.
They never get used.
Follow the safety lights and you'll come out by the loading bay of the main arena.
Okay. You can go.
(Silence)
(Footsteps echoing)
(Cop) Hey Sarge, you're gonna want to see this.
(Sergeant) Who is he...
...the dead guy?
(Maria) Maybe a guest.
(Sergeant) Shit.
So where's the shooter?
(Maria) Mr. Kerr took him to the tunnel.
- (Sergeant) And you can show us? - (Maria) Yes.
(Sergeant) Okay. Let's go.
(Footsteps booming down the stairs)
(Footsteps running)
(Clatter)
(Whispering) Are you having a fucking laugh?
(Key hits the ground)
(Callum) Shit!
- (Gun cocks) - It's me! It's me!
Mistake.
What happened?
- I dropped the key. - Oh no.
Just help me find it.
Why'd you come back?
You're surrounded. You need help.
Oh, I'm touched.
Where's the exit for the conference center anyway?
It's through there but the cops are there.
At least I've got a hostage.
You don't mean that.
You tricked me into coming down here.
No, I didn't. Look, there is another way.
You go through the underground car park.
On the right there's a gate.
You go right through it and you're on the expressway.
(Walkie talkie static)
Someone's coming, someone's coming!
(Cop) Clear.
(Callum) Which way?
- What? - It was Chelsea, wasn't it?
- She is your girlfriend. - What...
The receptionist! You're doing it for her.
Take this.
If anything happens to me...
Right?
Okay.
(Door creaks)
(Gate squeaking)
(Gate shuts loudly)
Fuck!
(Cop) Police!
Armed police!
Put the weapon down!
Okay.
Stand up... slowly...
...and come out.
Okay.
On the ground.
Hands on your head!
He's got another gun!
(Gunshot)
(Labored breaths)
You'll remember me this time.
(Running footsteps approaching)
Is he armed?
Where's the gun? Where's the gun?!
He's clean.
Get him out of here.
(Water lapping)
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