" Everybody has a story." "Everybody has dreams and ambitions." "They think they know exactly what they want and exactly how to get it." "But there's always a point where you come to the crossroads and it's clear what sacrifices you have to make to get what you want." "What you thought you wanted so badly..." " A shitload of money..." " A real big step forward for both of us..." "Decision time came for me the day I met Phil Hunt." "See, Phil put together 4 guys... 4 nobodies:" "Carl Porter, Trevor Woods, Scott Michaels and me." "We came together for the same dream a simple dream... but when we awoke... it was a nightmare." "My name's Brad." "I'm a chef." " This has gone too far." " Shut up!" "Sit back!" "I know what to do." " What?" " We've gotta dispose it." " Where?" " Don't worry, I know a place." " All right." "All right, then what are we going to do?" " We gotta finish what we started." " Finish what we started, that's beautiful." "That's great." "OK!" " You're given me a fucking headache Scotty, I swear to God." " Finish what we started..." " Sit there and pray, Scott!" "Shut the fuck up!" " Me shut the fuck up?" " See you boys won't be gettin' a fucking ice cream on the way home." "[Horn honking]" " You're still here?" "We've been waiting for you." "Brad?" "Brad?" "Brad..." "Brad." " Brad?" " What?" " What's going on?" " I could ask you the same question." " It's 4:30 in the morning." " What!" " It's 4:30." " We heard you Trevor." "What do you want us to do?" " Fuck off, Scott." " There you go." "Much better." " Will you two shut up." "What's going on?" "Uh, excuse me." "Excuse me, sir?" " Oh, yeah." " Yeah, we're closed." " Yeah, I thought as much." " Uh... do you want us to call you a cab?" "Hmm?" " No." " Who is this guy?" "Why are we doing this?" "Tell him to fuck off." " Trevor, just watch the steaks, will ya?" " Hey." "What are we doing?" " We're cooking dinner." " I know that, but why?" "I mean what is he?" "Is he a health inspector?" " Does he look like a fucking health inspector?" " Well I don't know, that's why I'm asking?" " I don't know, he's a..." " A what?" " Uh, look it, he... he... he..." " Spit it out you mumbling fuck, what is he?" " Just cook the dinner." " Brad?" "What's going on?" " Can somebody pass me the salt?" " Actually, I never caught your name." " That's because I never gave it." "I tell you what," "I wasn't expecting this." "I bet this isn't on your menu." " Heh, no." " What's in the sauce?" " Ah, it's pretty simple." " Oh." "I'll tell you what, you sure can cook." " Actually... he does it with a special mushroom sauce." " Shut up." " So, um, you said you might be able to help us out..." " I said we could help each other, yeah." " Yeah, how's that?" " I'll get to that." "[Crunching lightly]" "So, you all worked here, eh?" " Yup." " Just the 4 of you." " Mm-hmm." " No." "There was someone else." " Oh?" "And where is he?" " Brad?" "Do you believe in hell?" " This was my idea of hell." "And, yes, there were 5 of us." "Seemed like only 4 of us ever did any of the work." " Move it mate, that's a garlic bread, all right." " You're a shit!" " Oh fuck off." "Believe me, we all worked like dogs." "It wasn't meant to be like this." "It was meant to be a little different." " Now, I know it's hard to get everything cleared out," "OK, but what do you think?" "See, here, you'll be making all the decisions." "The menu will be completely yours." "You can cook whatever you want to cook." "It's your call." "You know, I..." "I mean, the reputation of this place is gonna be built around you and your name." "And you'll own part of the business too." " How big a part?" " Equal partners." " He said he'd share the business." " Look, it got to me." "Once the idea was in my head," "I couldn't stop thinking about it for days." "It's was all new, positive." "Phil... a fucking whirlwind of activity at the time..." " We love it, we'll take it." "And, um, I'm here actually with the head chef now so..." " All right, now, look..." "Phil has given me licence to do whatever I want to do." "His one selling point, one thing he's selling is me, my name." "We all were sucked into it... totally swept up on the hype." " Scott, you make a pittance!" " If I go with this scam, what'll change?" " You'll be a partner in a business." " How big a partner?" " That's all the things we're discussing, you just come along and meet the guy." " I don't know, I mean, I'm happy with what I do." " Heh." "You're happy working here?" "In this shithole?" " Shhhh." " It's a coffin." " Keep your voice down." "It keeps me close to Sarah." " Well, there's another reason to leave." "Sarah." " Excuse me, sir." "Don't start that shit again!" " What?" "Look, calm down." "I just think you can do a lot better." " Really?" " No I don't, but listen... in a restaurant, it's got its perks, it's a cool thing, OK." "I mean, you'll be the co-owner of a restaurant, you'll be able to pick up chicks, like that!" "I mean, how long have you been going out with Sarah for?" "6 months?" "It's too long," "I mean your eyes must be wandering anyway." " No, not really." " What, are you blind?" " Look, I'm sick of you insulting Sarah, and I'm sick of you insulting these old people." "It's offensive." " What?" "!" "Why are you so precious?" "I came here trying to give you," "I came here trying to save you!" "Save you from this shit place, and you're giving me cheek." " Just leave." " I am leaving." "If you wanna stay here sweeping up fossils for the rest of your life, then do it!" "No offence, mister." " I'm actually busy on Monday night, but, um, I can, I'm free on, on Tuesday." "[Woman laughing]" "On with Carl..." " Come on." "I don't know anything about the restaurant business, Brad." " Well, that's perfect." "You think the owners here know anything about restaurants?" " I hope they know something about running a restaurant." " All they know is to come in here and run up a tab." "A tab they never have to pay off." "You see yourself, right..." "You come in, order a meal, eat up, sit at the bar, drink yourself stupid and collect a tidy dividend every quarter." "[Tosses dishes]" " Trevor, a hand grip..." " Come on, Carl, move it mate, I need those dishes now." "I still haven't fucking seen those dishes, mate, get on with it!" " Fuck!" "[Falling dishes]" " Excuse me, mate." " What?" "Don't touch me." "What's your problem?" " It's a fast food restaurant, we're in for a coupla meals, coupla drinks, get the hell outta here." "We've been here 40 minutes." "We've got cold meals, no drinks, how would you be feeling?" " Oh, I'm bleeding." " TREVOR!" " Where have you been?" " Walking around this glorified graveyard." "This place disgusts me." " What do you want?" " I want you to picture the most beautiful girl you can." " What?" "!" " Just do it, will ya?" "I want to prove a point." " All right." " Start with her hair, her eyes, then work your way down her body." "She's gotta be perfect." " What about her eyes?" "I mean they've got to be beautiful, huh?" " Like two diamonds." " What about her legs?" " They shouldn't quit." "Very long." " What about, uh..." " Her tits?" "They're perfect." "Perky, stand up, right... ba-da-lah." "[Slurping the ball]" " I wasn't talking about her breasts." " What were you talking about then?" " Her IQ." "Is she smart?" " Smart?" "!" " I can see myself sitting at a bar collecting a dividend every quarter!" " Yeah, I thought you could." " Yeah." "Why me?" " Are you asking me that question or yourself?" " OK, then, she's smart." "She's very smart, she reads physics books backwards." "Whatever turns you on, I don't give a shit." " OK." "I've got her now." " You've got her in your head?" " Mm-hmm." " OK, all I want you to do is compare this dream girl with... what's her face, Sarah." "Wasn't pleasant was it?" " What's your point?" " My point is you need a life." "I think we both know I'm the answer." " I want guarantees." " Christ, Scotty, are you a man?" " Look, Carl, I can't give you any guarantees." " If you want guarantees, buy a fucking toaster." " We're young enough to be able to risk a little." " The way your life's panning out, 24's gonna be middle age." " You've got everything to gain." " You've got nothing to lose." " That's a good question." " That's a stupid question!" " I see this being a really prosperous partnership." " I am saving you from the abyss." " You're ambitious." "I can see that." "It's a good thing." " You're going nowhere fast." " This'll be a real big step forward for both of us." " Well, you're going backwards in fact!" " [Chuckling]:" "We're gonna be filthy rich!" " You're nothing." "Not." "Zero." "If you were a food you'd be a fucking doughnut!" " So once Scotty and Carl got on board, we, um, we all got together and went to the place." "I cooked some dishes of what would be the future menu." "[Laughing]" " He's got a lot of money..." " You know what?" "You know what?" "I think I had too much of the medication that day!" "[Laughing]" " And, uh, we talked about what the place would be like..." "It was exciting!" "It was..." "It was gonna be a place that we all owned a piece of." "That we'd all run." " This is great." "Absolutely great!" " Beautiful!" " How did you two meet?" " I was, uh..." " Carl used to do odd jobs around Stephanie's." " Yeah?" " Basically outfitting for them, their renovations." " Very odd jobs." " Used to work?" "Where he used to work!" "Let's have a toast!" "To the 5 of us!" " [All]:" "To the 5!" " All aboard!" " [All]:" "All aboard!" " Phil and I got together and planned the whole place out." "It was gonna be the best of everything." " I like it!" "I love it!" " Here." "It's already signed for." "Here!" " Look, I don't care what's on the paper, all right..." " Brad, the deep fryers have arrived." " They're huge!" "The fryers have arrived." "The menu I've got in mind doesn't really call for that kind of... fire power." " Well, I got 'em cheap, so I say we keep them." " This is the, uh, wall I was thinking of doing it with." "All right." "That'll be all." " Then he got this designer to work with us, who was just fantastic." "He agreed with everything that I had to say about the place, and everything he seemed to suggest was perfect." " Yeah." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "I've got a girl that specializes in that." "Um, she owes me plenty of favours." "She's cheap and she's good." " Everyone had their input into how we wanted the place to run." "And Phil seemed to back us at that point." " You've all seen the colours for the walls?" " I haven't seen them." " It's 22." "Now, the carpet." "Phil, what's underneath this carpet?" " I have no idea!" "No, I have no idea." " Carl?" " Oh, it's nothing." "It's just raw hardwood." " Well, I was thinking we'd get floorboards." "Rather than carpet, I hate it." " See, that's what I was saying to you, Phil." " I mean, this is a little stale, a little stoic now." " Yeah!" " I mean, it's nice and it's, well, I did it originally." "I mean, first start, the raw floors, the mural on the wall..." "could be it's seen its life..." " Yeah, I meant to crap that actually." " That's gonna loosen up..." " That's what I want." "Then something changed." " I mean, we don't wanna alienate..." "[Designer continues talking, indistinct]" " So where did Dechett fit into this?" " He's a slimy character." "He used to always be hanging around in the background." "Phil used to say how he'd save the day." " You know, like, we didn't really research a few things as well as we could have, earlier." "I mean, that's why Dechett has been great, you know?" "Why, he's very much in tune with what the market wants." "You saved the day once again." " Very nice." " Um, have you got work to do?" "[Shouting and arguing]" " Happy Mother's Day, ladies." "What can I get you?" " Thank you!" "Well, can you recommend something?" " I'd recommend you go next door." "It's a lot better." "OK." "I'll be with you shortly." " I'll have the marinara, but no pasta." " It's pasta marinara." "" Forget about praying' "" "" Just mind what you're sayin' "" "" You'll be talkin' to the man downstairs... "" " Someone has my order." "I took the order for 23!" " I took the order for 23!" "This order is their order." " It's not their order!" " This is their order!" " I took..." "Get the smoke out of your mouth." "Excuse me." " Did you guys order this?" " Yes." " I don't think you did." " We did!" " Is that your 2nd burger?" "You've had 2 burgers." " I owe this woman a burger now!" " It's better you die." " A year into the place, we were all working like dogs." "I mean, we didn't have time to stop and really reassess what was going on." "We were in too deep to do anything about it." " Scott!" "Where is he?" " I need to cut this watermelon." " Hmm." "Absolutely!" "Health hazard?" " The further we got into it, the more he changed." " That's too big." " Too big." "What about a grey?" "Brad, um, Dechett thinks that the servings might be a little bit..." "I mean, it's up to you." "The ball's in your court." "But just that little bit smaller would be good." " Listen, Phil, we've gotta talk." " Yeah." "We will, um, in about 5..." " I really thought there'd be some... magical turnaround, that things would get better." " You're doing a fucking great job though, Brad." "OK?" "So keep it up!" "It's really good!" "[Sighs]" " So I tried to keep everyone together." "He said Monday the cheque would clear." "Tuesday, we get the money." " He's been saying that for 6 months." " We need more staff." " Do you want your money or staff?" " Table 14!" " I'm sorry." "You're right." " You're damn right!" " I'm being rude." " At first, I'm here one day a week, right?" "Then it's 2, then 3." "Now I'm living here, man." "You know?" "I mean, I sold my business!" "I sold my van." "I mean, where's the money, Brad?" "[Sighs]" " It's, uh, it's not easy to listen to, Carl." " Mate, it's not easy to say it!" "But you know this business." " I don't know this side of the business." "[Sighs]" "Look, I still think we can get this back on track... to what we first talked about." " I hope so, mate." "I really do." "I'm counting on you, Brad." " Phil was like... he got cold feet or something." "I don't know." "He seemed to only listen to people who had money." "Anything that we had to say originally, he went off." "He didn't trust us for some reason." " Beautiful!" " It really pissed us all off." " Sign on that line there, sir." " Yeah, well, I don't know whether I'd like to do it today." " I mean, brew over it!" "You know, brew over it!" " Yeah?" "How far do you see it going?" "How far do you see it expanding?" " Well, we're looking at the moment this place is going out of control." "We need to expand..." "OK, so what is it you're not happy with?" " We tried to get some answers, but that always turned into arguments." "[Both yelling]" " My idea wasn't to work here, Trev, that was your idea!" " Look, can we bring this back to what we're talking about?" " What?" "Excuse me, the same as you?" " The arguments would always end with Phil going on about some rubbish." " This will give you a better idea of what I'm talking about." "OK?" "Now, Scott, um, we'll get back to you." "Trevor, you would be in the low..." "Trevor, see, you're..." "I mean, Brad, you are bordering in between high positive and low negative." " Phil..." " Now, Scott, you are probably in the denial stage..." " Well, sorry, most homosexuals, I mean..." " That is you, Scott, in the denial stage." " Phil!" "Phil!" "And after a 12-hour day, it was the last thing you wanted to hear." " That's very interesting, Phil, but how does this relate to the restaurant?" " That's what you gotta ask yourself!" " He'd just switch off." " Now, Scott, you are absolutely living in denial." " Denial in what way?" " And, Carl, you're in that high negative bracket there." " If anyone's in denial, it's Trevor." " Where do you fit in on the graph?" " Well, see, I am totally in the high positive." "Because my spirits are high in this whole area." "You guys are all down in the dumps for some reason." " Listen guys, could we get it back to what improvements..." "[All shouting]" " Ah!" "[Clears throat]" " I can't keep up with the orders." "I need help." " OK then, we'll get Trevor in there to help you, um..." " Trevor?" " It's fine." "Butter that before I butter your forehead." "One of you dipshits ordered a pizza!" " Get out!" " It's better if he's not dealing with the customers." " A couple of free drinks?" " Great!" " Wanna see my Christmas spirit?" " Sure!" " There you go!" "Come on!" " Trevor!" "Trevor!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Come here!" " I'll kill you, you fucking bozo!" " Come here!" "Trevor!" "Trevor!" " You're done." "You're done." " Trevor?" " Yeah, look, I think he'll be fine!" " Oh!" "BRAD!" "BRAD!" "[Screaming]" " We were reduced to children." "We started to argue about ridiculous things." " Stay out of my fucking locker!" "What are you doing?" " I am going through everybody's locker here, Carl!" " Busy tonight, eh?" " Fuck off!" " I am checking for bugs!" " Why are you so rude to me?" "[Laughs]" " OK!" "And all I'm doing is trying to" "look through this thing, and I mean, you're coming at me..." " Shh shh shh!" "Are you insane?" " Trevor, 3 questions:" "What is that?" " A chip." " And what is that?" " A chip." " And what is that?" " A chip." " Am I insane?" "AM I INSANE?" " Yes, Phil, you are!" "You are clearly insane!" " Oh!" "OK, look..." " That is a wedge!" "That is a pomazet!" "That is a fry!" "There is a difference!" " They're all potatoes!" "What does it matter?" " IT DOES MATTER!" " Why are we fighting anyway?" " Stay out of my fucking locker." " Look, we should be going off and having a beer, OK?" "Why don't we just go and have a beer?" "Let's talk it over, over a few beers!" "Why won't you wear this?" " I wore your Santa hat at Christmas." "I'm not wearing those bunny ears for Easter." " Where's your Easter spirit?" " Do you wanna see my Easter spirit?" " Two years went by like a really bad dream." "The realization you're not who you'd thought you'd be... slightly sinks in." "Hours, days just rolled by, one was indistinguishable from the next." "We became zombies, restaurant drone units for Phil." "Out of sheer frustration, we started turning on each other, blaming each other over the most ridiculous things." "[Shouting]" "[Dishes smashing]" "We were so caught up in it, we couldn't see outside ourselves." "So, you all right?" "Two years went by like that." "Phil was moving in one direction... the rest of us in another." "He became impossible to talk to." "...a chosen few." " When you finally wake up to the fact that you've been screwed over, it kind of feels like an invisible express train has passed you by." "You're not sure exactly when it's happened, only that it has happened." " So did you get that?" "Exactly!" " I guess we sensed that Phil's biggest fear was that the 4 of us would finally thrown down our uniforms and ask why." " So you, um, you worked here, but you weren't content?" " No, no." "[Scoffs]" "We weren't content." " Weren't content?" "We were pretty fucking pissed off." "Agh!" "It never fucking stops, this is bullshit!" "Have you spoken to him?" " Who?" " Who?" "Who do you think?" " No." " Why not?" " I don't see the point." " You don't see the poi..." "Well, I do." " Then you speak to him." " What's the point of me speaking to him?" "He doesn't listen to me, you're the only one he talks to." "Carl." "Carl, you dishwasher!" " What?" " Let's talk." " About?" " About me going fucking nuts in this place." "I mean this is bullshit!" " You can always leave." " I can always leave?" "Well, so can you." " Yeah, you're right." "Trevor..." " What?" " When you get back we'll talk, OK?" "We'll go somewhere, get a beer, talk." "OK?" " Whatever." " Carl?" " What?" "You want me to start on the fucking griller now?" " I was going to say take a break." "I can handle it." " Take a seat." "Look, we're normally supposed to be closing right now..." " Just a beer, mate." " OK." " And, what's on the special's board tonight, mate?" " Brad, you better re-fire the burners, mate." " What Scotty?" "Kick him out!" " Scott, tell him we're fucking closed, mate." " OK, you better talk to Phil." " You were the head chef, Brad, you were supposed to give this place direction." "You're the leader." " Weak leader." " Look, I challenged him all the time, on a thousand points." "Well, what about this place?" "That's all I care about." "And you and your fucking schemes, you're fucking it up!" " Oh, come on!" "You're very bitter, you are!" "OK, look, I disagree with you totally!" "I disagree." "In my opinion, OK, we needed to make a change." "And we needed to make that change, OK." " Why?" "!" "Why do we need it?" " Because of the market!" " We have a fucking major change, mate, we never even went in the right direction." " Oh my God!" "It was absolutely naive to think we could have worked with anything other than this." "OK?" "The investors didn't want to go with something unproven." "OK." "I mean they didn't even want you." "OK?" "And if it wasn't for me pushing the buttons for you you wouldn't even be here!" " Then why did you go with me, Phil?" "How is anyone meant to believe anything you say?" "I hear you on the phone all the time, you go on to people about how we maintain such high standards and have such quality control, then 2 minutes later you're on the phone dealing with some scumbag" "who's off bloody half a ton of stolen french fries." " OK, well, that's the whole game, my friend." "And you either play the game or you lose the game." "You got that?" " Agh!" "You play the game, don't fuck me over it." " Very bitter you are, very bitt this was not what was promised!" " Aah!" " This place, it could've been so much more." "And you've never made one attempt to get it back to what we'd originally planned!" " This place is what it is, OK?" "And like I said it was a judgment call at the time, and, look, there's nothing stopping him from leaving and going doing his own thing." " And he fucking helped rig this place." " And we needed to make that chain!" "The whole thing... that I'm involved in running a venture like this... [ln echo]:" "It's become a fucking nightmare!" " Murder..." " We have beer." "What have you guys been doing?" "How come you're still cleaning up?" "Has someone died?" " More people came in." " Why don't you ever have the balls to tell people to fuck off when they come in after closing time?" " We've got a new closing time." " What?" "When?" " Midnight." " Since fucking when?" " Since Phil hit us with it." " FFF-Fuck" "Uunnh!" "Right out of the blue, just like that, he hits us with this shit!" " He's had time enough to get this printed up, mate... he's had this on his mind for weeks." " And what about you?" "Have you spoken to him?" "And what did he say?" " The usual." " The usual." "The usual, this is bullshit!" "I mean, fuck, we put up with all this shit." "We gotta do something about this!" "He treats us like fucking ants, and we just keep putting up with it." "Why doesn't someone take him and fuck him up?" "Teach him a lesson?" " Yeah I said that 6 months ago, no one paid attention to me then." " I did." " That's not the answer." " Oh, bullshit!" " Well, let's get him down here then, confront him." "Get some answers." " Brad?" " I don't care." " What's fucking new!" " What do you mean you don't care?" " I don't care..." " Then I'll confront him." "I'll bust his fucking legs and throw him down a well." " What does that mean?" "You don't care?" " Fuck him." " Shut up!" "What are you saying?" " Heh, I don't know." "That I'm out." " [Trevor]:" "Out?" " Yeah, I'm out." "Finished." " You quit." "All right." "Well, you get Phil down here 'cause I want some answers." " OK, boys... where were we?" " Phil." " Phil, that's right." "You OK, Scotty?" "But what you guys have been through is a very traumatic situation, believe me, believe me, I know all about it." "Mental block." "Very common." "Can't recall." "Famous words." "You see, it's my job... pass it around there will you... it's my job to help you recall;" "to banish all those clouds and then help..." "refresh your memories." " Refresh some of that what?" "Look... he thinks something's happened." "Something bad." "He believes something bad's happened." "That means I'd be feeling guilt, right?" " Right." " Well, I don't." " Scotty..." " Huh." "Scott's the kind of guy who gets out of the shower to take a piss." " And how do you know that, Trevor?" " Because you're weak." "He's weak." "No offence, Scott, but you are weak." "He worries for a living." " Is that why you're worrying, Scotty?" "Because you're weak?" "Mmm?" " It's unclear to me, I mean I feel..." " Mmm?" " I feel hazy." " Hazy?" " Hungover." " You been drinking?" " No." "Or maybe, I mean I..." "I can't remember." " Let's just back up here for a moment, boys, eh, and I'll get you back on the track again." "Let's, uh, theorize for a moment, all right?" "Imagine that a crime had been committed." "What's the usual sequence of events, Scotty?" " Well, it depends on the crime but you'd probably go to jail." " Yeah, but say you were trying to avoid jail." "The crime?" " What crime are you talking about?" "I mean speeding, theft, m... murder, what?" " Uh, let's say theft." " I don't know." "I wouldn't know, I don't steal." " Go on, I know you don't steal, but let's just imagine that you did." "Would you flee?" " Yeah." "Yup." "I suppose you'd flee if you wanted to avoid jail, yes." " Now, we're getting somewhere." "So, to avoid jail, you would flee?" "Right, Carl?" " What?" " I said to avoid jail, you would flee, right?" " If you say so." " No, what do you say?" " I say we didn't steal a fucking thing." " Maybe you did, maybe you didn't." "But if you's didn't steal, and you weren't fleeing from anything..." "What took you guys on that 140 mile trek out into the middle of nowhere?" " Christ." "I thought we'd be walking." " Let's get something to eat." " I don't think that would be wise." " What time is it?" "3:30." "Let's get something to drink." " Carl?" "What are you doing?" " Gettin' a drink, Scott." " You think that's a good idea?" " I don't know, Scott." "[Scott whispering]" " Let's just get a drink, all right." " Fuck it." "" Guitarist strumming "" " OK, what'll you have?" " Uh, just a Scotch and Coke." " Same." " I'm fine." " And a cup of coffee." " I'm fine." " Have a cup of coffee, Scott." " You got a cigarette?" " You don't smoke, Scotty" " Well I do now." "Jesus!" " Will you calm down." " Calm down!" "Yeah." " Just relax, Scotty." "All right?" "Just take it easy." " For Christ's..." "Just relax..." "I'm involved in a fucking..." "Look, maybe we just should have called the cops... and just worked this whole fucking thing out." "I'm not going to call the cops, I'm just saying that I'm involved, and I'm entitled to my say." " Fine, you've had your say." "Now, shut up." " This is insane." " There." "Right." "You guys want anything else?" " No thanks." " All right, look," "We've got 2 options, OK." "We can keep going." "The problem with that is it's going to look like we cleared out." "Or we can go back, play dumb." "Makes it look like he cleared out." " What about if we go back then, play dumb?" " Yeah, you'd be good at that." " Do you want a smack in the teeth?" " Look, Carl, if we're going to do that then what are we doing sitting here, hmm?" " Listen to me, I've been driving for an hour and a half," "OK, so I need a break." "So just relax." "I want to get my fucking thoughts together, you understand me?" "It's half past 3 in the morning, we're in the middle of fucking God knows where," " Yeah, what could possibly happen." "[Door opens]" "Shit." " Who owns the blue De Ville?" "Heh." "What it drives for itself does it?" " Can I help you with anything?" " No thanks, ma'am." " OK, thank you." " Can I speak to the owner of the blue De Ville please?" " Yeah, that'd be me." " Can I see your licence, sir?" " Sure." " About 10 miles back I was parked on the side of the road when you boys passed me." "You must have been doing about 90." "Where's the fire?" " Really, I didn't notice." "It's the open road, you know, you kind of just forget." " Is that a fact?" "Can you please accompany me to your vehicle, sir?" " Is there a problem?" " Can you please accompany me to your vehicle, sir?" " Yeah." "Sure." " Oh, shhhit." " Scotty!" " Get off!" "You fucking started this you fuck." "Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit." " Shut your fucking mouth." " Fuck." " Shut up." "Sit down." " FUCK OFF!" " You get that fixed now, uh?" " Yes sir, 1st thing in the morning." " Remember the speed limit's there for a good reason." "Stick to it in future." " What happened?" " Apparently the right tail light's not working." " Oh, geez!" "Oh my God!" "Right tail light." "God!" "I thought we were dead." "Carl, can we please just get outta here now?" " Just relax." "OK?" "Everything's fine." " Carl, if everything's fine then why is he still here?" " Just finish your coffee." "And then we'll leave." "OK?" " What the hell is this?" "I mean what have we done?" " Wait a minute." "Look, what do you want?" " Sorry?" " You said you were here to help us." " Yeah." " What's your connection with Phil?" "What's your interest in all of this?" "Did you know Phil?" " Did?" "Whose turn is it to do the dishes?" " I've gotta go to the bathroom." " I'll do the dishes." " I gotta go too." "Christ." " Ah!" "Shit!" "[Banging]" " Ah, fuck, it's useless." " How can there be chains?" "He's locked the fucking doors." "He put chains on the fucking doors, every door!" " You just calm down, all right!" " Shut up, Scotty, you're..." " EVERYBOD Y SHUT UP!" " Who is this guy." "I mean what's he want?" "Why is he asking all these questions?" " He's gotta be a P.I." " Look, I think he's with the police, right?" "And wants answers, right?" "And..." "And he wants confessions and he doesn't mind breaking the door..." " Bullshit!" "Bullshit!" "If he was a cop, if he had anything to go by, he'd have us under arrest..." "be formally questioned." "[Exhales]" "What the fuck were we thinking, man?" "What are we fucking cooking dinner?" "This fucking prick is trying to dig up dirt..." " About?" "About?" " Fucking Phil hired him." " He might've, he must've thought that, he was trying..." " Why would Phil do that, hmm?" " Because he thought we were planning something?" "Or we were gonna plan something?" "Because he's fucking paranoid." " Listen to what you're saying, Carl." "If it's Phil's paranoia, and you haven't done anything, then you've got nothing to worry about." "Just tell him what you know." " I don't have to answer those questions." "Simple as that." "I've got fucking rights." " Fine." "I'm telling him what I know." " Oh shit, here he comes." " Brad, you think he's a P.I.?" " No." " Eh... you got any cream?" "Ah, that's the ticket." "Good." "Good coffee." "[Phone ringing]" " There you go, that's gotta be Phil." "Yeah, hello Phil." "Yeah, I paged you, Phil." "Look, there's a bit of a problem, we're all still down here." "Can you come down so we can talk this through?" "I think you know what I'm talking about." "I know it's late." "Yeah, OK." "I realize that." "He's gonna try." " [Carl]:" "Bullshit." " Look, I'm going." " Where?" " Don't you care?" " It's over, Scott." "I've been trying to make this place work for 2 years." " Christ." "I don't believe this guy." " You know," "[Clears throat]" "Every time one of us has had a gripe, it's been you telling us to calm down." "Uh?" "It's been you telling us." "Us." "That everything's going to work out all right." "Huh?" "And now, you get off and just walk away." "Mmm?" "Now, you get back on the phone and you make sure he's getting down here." " We've got no one to blame but ourselves." " Ah, bullshit!" "If he'd been straight with us from the start none of this would have happened." "Don't you see that?" "Phil's the one to blame." "And to a lesser extent, you Brad." " How did I get nominated leader?" "I'll tell you why." "'Cause you never had the balls to take responsibility for anything that was happening." "All you wanted was a quick fix to the situation." " It's so obvious what you're trying to do it's pathetic." " What am I trying to do?" " You're trying to separate yourself from the rest of us... so if anything comes back on us you're going to be clean." " What's going to come back on you, Carl?" "Eh?" "Too smart, aren't you, Brad?" "Hmm?" "Look, you got something on us, you fucking tell us now, man." " What?" "What the fuck is he asleep for?" " Fuck you." "OK?" "You got something on us, huh?" "Let's hear it." "What have you got?" "What have you got?" " Sit down." " He's got nothing." "You got nothing on us." " You've got the wrong idea." " Wrong idea, have I?" "You know something... innocent people act bewildered when questioned." "But guilty ones they act defensive." "So, where have I got it wrong, Scotty, hmm?" " Don't play fucking games with me, all right mate." "Just open the fucking door." " Listen, nobody's going anywhere 'til I get some questions answered." " Bullshit." " Bullshit nothing." "'Cause I don't care what I've got to do to get those answers, you understand?" "Now you can make it easy for yourself, that's OK with me." "Or you can make it difficult, and that's OK too." "The choice is yours." "SO SIT DO WN!" "Now that roadhouse... what were you doing there?" " Nothing." "Nothing." " Leaving?" " No." " 3:00 in the morning." "Were you on a fishing trip?" " No." " Did you bring a packed lunch?" "Hmm?" "[Laughing]" "Have you ever hated anyone enough to kill them?" " I didn't kill Phil." " I didn't say you did." "But let's talk about murder." "What would you do after a murder..." "Scotty?" "What would you do after a murder?" " You'd go to jail." " Yeah, but we... we're trying to avoid jail, remember that?" "What would you do?" "Come on, heh?" "To avoid jail?" "You'd dispose of the body... right?" "I said to avoid jail, you'd dispose of the body, right?" " NO, BECAUSE THERE WAS NO DISPOSAL," "THERE WAS NO BOD Y. THERE WAS NO FUCKING MURDER!" " Eh?" "Were you here last night?" " Yes." " Was Phil here last night?" " No." " What happened last night?" " WILL YOU FUCKING TELL THE TRUTH?" "!" " I don't know what you want to know." "I just don't know." "I just don't know what you want to know." "OK, listen, you... you want to... to talk to them." "This is fucking ridiculous," "I have no idea." "I don't know what you want to know." "You think I've done something bad, it's not fucking in me." "It's not in me." "It's not..." "I'm not capable." "I'm not capable, all right?" "What are you fucking doing?" "What are you fucking doing?" "Fucking ask them." "Ask them." "Fucking tell him." "You fucking tell him." "I'm not fucking capable of it, all right." "Fucking look at me." "Tell me I'm fucking capable." "I didn't fucking do it." "It's fucking Brad, man, it's fucking Brad." "All right, I'm not fucking capable, look at me." "Look at me!" "Fucking look at me!" "Look at me!" " Let me know when you're done." "Oh fuck!" " Where's Brad?" " You just take care of yourself, all right." " I knew it." "He's with you isn't he?" "What's he been saying?" " Man, what are you fucking doing?" " What's he been saying about us?" "He's got some sort of immunity, is that it?" "Hmm?" "I don't have to fucking listen to you." " Fucking tell him..." "You fucking tell him, tell him." " I can..." "I can do it." " You can what?" "You've caused people an awful lot of trouble, you know that?" " What about what people have done to us, hmm?" "How we've been treated, do you understand that?" " Sit down." "SIT DO WN." " You fucking tell him what's going on..." "Tell him, you guys tell him." "Fucking tell him!" "TELL HIM!" " You remember Jeopardy, hmm?" "Let's play." "Let's play!" "Eh?" "Trevor..." "[Panting]" "Ready to play?" " Yes, yes." " What is yes?" "That's right." "You do remember, hey!" "The crime of killing a person." " What is murder?" " What is murder, that's right." "One who kills a human being," " What is murderer?" " What is murderer, that's right." "Something that serves as a... tangible verification." "Hmm?" " Clues." " Clues?" "No, no." "Close." "Close though." "What is..." "Eh?" "What is testimony, eh?" "What is testimony!" "Two out of three, not bad." "Your turn now, Scotty." "[Growling] Back down, Scotty!" "Play the fucking game, right." "Scotty, play the fucking game." " Aah!" " Play the fucking game." " Aah-ah!" "[Inhales deeply]" " Someone who sees something." " What is a witness?" " Good." "That's it." "Someone demanding... of reproach and punishment." " What is guilty?" " Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!" "[Screaming]" " Someone who tells the truth?" "[Screaming]" "[Laughing]" "What is smart?" "Get it?" "What is smart?" "What is smart?" "Oooh!" "Let's get it on!" "Yeah, there's the man!" "I'll fucking call it!" " All right, Scott, this is what you want to do... you want to talk to Phil, OK?" "Come back tomorrow," "I'll come with you." "We'll sit down and have a chat to him, if that's what you want." "But don't do this tonight, man, let's go home, sleep it off." " Oh, OK here, wait..." "Now you listen to me..." "[Scoffs]" " Look at those two pricks... they're probably in it with him." "[Arguing]" "Well, fuck them and fuck Phil." " All right, you go on about faith, you have faith in me for a second..." "[Arguing]" " I know where there's money in the office." " What about Scotty?" " Fuck Scotty." "He's a coward." "You and me... we turn over the office, make it look like a robbery." " It is a robbery." " It's fucking our money." " I'll make some coffee, you cook up a meal..." " Ah, Scott, no, no, you shut up, man." "Do you think for a second if Phil fucking walks in here those two want to sit down and have a cup of coffee with him?" "You're not, you're not that stupid, Scott." " You listen to me, we wait for it." "We wait for him with masks on, we put him in the trunk of my car take him out into the sticks," "and put the fear of fucking God in him." "After 2 years, let's get some payback." " No, you fucking go and speak to Carl, right now." "And you get him to tell you what he plans to do when Phil comes in." "Go on." " All right, fine." "Carl?" " Fuck..." " Come on, Scott, ask him." " All right." "Carl..." "I just want to know if you're going to do anything bad to Phil?" " What was that?" " Nothing." " Leave it, man." " Fuck you." " Leave it." " That cop's still watching us." " Well, why don't you stop looking at him?" " Can we please just get out of here?" "!" " You want to get caught?" "Huh?" "Do You?" "Well, you're going about it the right fucking way." " He's right." "Let's go." "What are we waiting for?" " Shut up!" "Both of you." "All right, jus..." " Will that be all?" "Thanks fellas." " Yes, thanks." " Thank you." " Thank you." " All right, let's go." " Let's get out of here." " Let's go." " Ah, shit, he's coming our way." " Oh, shit." "Oh, fuck." "Carl, don't do it please don't do it." "We don't want this, all right." "Please." "Please, Carl, don't do it." " Go!" "Get out of here." "Go!" "What are you waiting for?" "Let's get out of here!" " Jesus Christ!" "You fucking killed him!" "You just fucking killed a cop!" "You fucking idiot!" " What's going on, Brad?" " You know what's happened." "You just haven't accepted it yet." " Accepted what?" " Murder." " Nothing's going to happen..." " You sure of that?" " Nothing's going to happen." " See." " It's bullshit, Scott!" "Fuck you, Carl." "Fuck, I've had enough!" "You tell him the truth!" " You shut up!" "That's enough out of you." "There's the fucking door, OK." "Use it" " What's your fucking problem, mate?" "Why can't you just let it go!" "?" " 'Cause I want what's coming to me." " What?" " Money!" " That's what it comes down to?" " I want somebody to pay for fucking my life up." " There's 20 bucks, mate." "That should just about cover it." " Break it up, Trevor!" " Fuck you." " Brad, stop." " Get out of the fucking way!" "[Alarm bell]" " Grab his fucking legs, Scott." "WILL YOU GRAB HIS FUCKING LEGS!" " Fuck!" "You just fucking killed a cop!" "Fuck!" "Pull over!" "Let me outta here!" "Let me out!" " Let go!" "Fuck off!" "[Swearing]" "[Shouting]" "[Honking]" " Don't..." " What?" " Someone die?" "[Wailing]" " What's going on?" " WHYYYY!" "?" "!" " Brad?" "Brad." "Take it easy." "Brad, can you hear me?" " Got a needle in your arm." "Just relax." " Charging, 200 joules." "We all clear?" " All clear." " OK." " Brad." "Brad?" " We've got a pulse." " Death can come swiftly for some and is measured for others, but it will come, one day, for all of us." "For Carl Porter, Trevor Woods and Scott Michaels, death came unexpectedly in a tragic car accident." "All that their close friends and family can feel today, is the grief." "But as that grief passes," "I urge you to replace it with fond memories of the three, and with the knowledge that Carl, Trevor and Scott, have passed to a better place, to God's place, where they will live forever in paradise." "When three young lives are cut so tragically short, it should make us remember how precious our own existence really is," "and how we must strive to make each moment count." "Every decision which we make will affect us and will affect the people around us." "The devil is telling us to take the easy way in life, but the sign posts on this busy road this is the highway to hell." " I've been asked to say a few words on behalf of the parents," "They gave their heart and their soul to the restaurant." "And now that we've franchised out, their hard work will live on now all over the country... and one day, all over the world." " Everybody has a story..." "My name's Brad." "Eng subs ripped by ..:" "McLane:.."