[Keys jingling]
[Door creaking]
[Lock disengages]
[Keys jingling]
[Lock disengages]
[Keys jingling]
[Door opens]
[Handcuffs click]
[Cellphone rings]
[Ringing]
- WILLY: Hiya. - I'm telling him tonight.
I'm not leaving him tonight.
I'm... I'm telling him I'm leaving him.
Right.
You'll tell Carmel you're leaving her?
WILLY: Yeah.
You'll tell her tonight?
Yeah.
MICHELLE: What time?
I don't know.
I thought we could tell them at the same time.
I'll tell Geoff and you tell Carmel at exactly the same time.
I could do it that way.
If I know you're doing it, too.
Right.
- MICHELLE: What time? - You choose.
Half 6:00.
When the woman says, "And now it's time
to join the BBC news teams where you are."
- We tell them then. - WILLY: Right.
- [Key clicking] - You'll do it?
WILLY: Yes.
- Bye. - WILLY: Bye.
[Lock disengages, keys jingling]
[Keys click]
[Indistinct conversations]
MICHAEL: He's the best in the world.
Everything you look for in a football player, he's got it.
MATTHEW: You think any of those Scousers
are talking like this about any of our lads? No way.
MICHELLE: You'll tell Carmel you're leaving her?
MATTHEW: They refuse to see anything good
in any of our lads, so we shouldn't see it in theirs.
Right?
[Indistinct arguing]
WOMAN: thundery showers starting to develop through...
MICHELLE: We could tell them at the same time.
WOMAN: more likely to linger into Sunday.
Now, there's a bit of uncertainty
about this forecast, so if you are planning something...
MICHELLE: You'll tell her tonight?
The best of the dry, brighter weather certainly...
MICHELLE: "And now it's time
to join the BBC news teams where you are."
[Indistinct arguing]
CARMEL: Put the ball away!
Put the ball away!
We get an exclusive look inside them.
What is it?
We're getting married, Dad.
It's time to join the BBC's news teams where you are.
Goodbye.
I-If that's okay with you.
- Yeah. When? - Next month.
Church and all that?
Yeah.
I couldn't do it.
MICHELLE: Why not?
I'll tell you when we meet.
"When we meet"?
- Did you do it? - MICHELLE: Yeah.
You told him?
Yes.
[Breathing heavily]
WILLY: I'm sorry.
You bastard.
[Line beeps]
[Cellphone beeps]
MANAGER: So, here we go.
Not too big, not too small.
Eight round tables, 10 per table.
And then a long one at the back for bride and groom,
parents, bridesmaids, best man.
And we can bring some more in in the evening.
- Lovely. - Laura?
Upstairs at the Crown would do me, Dad.
Never mind the Crown. What about here?
It's perfect.
How do I pay?
1/3 now, and then the rest on the day.
- Check okay? - Yeah.
What does he do, your Dad?
Barrett's in town.
Shop or warehouse?
Both.
He owns it, Dad.
Owns it?
Yeah.
Oh, he's not exactly on the bones of his ass, then.
No.
Will you wait for us, please? We'll be two minutes.
- DRIVER: All right, love. - You're not staying with us?
Uh, no. We're going into town.
- Hi, Dad. - Hey. Hi, son.
Maeve, hello.
This is my dad, Gordon, and Maeve.
Dad and Maeve, this is Willy and Carmel.
GORDON: Nice to meet you.
- Good to meet you. - Pleased to meet you.
- Hi. - Hi, Maeve.
- Enjoy. - See you.
GORDON: Enjoy your time.
Drink, Carmel?
No. I'll wait for the wine.
- Willy? - Scotch.
I'm paying, right? I'm paying...
- You're not. - No. I am definitely paying.
I'm paying, so I'll have a scotch.
- Large one. - Okay.
I think you're missing the point.
When you ask why they're there,
when you ask why our young men are there...
- MAEVE: And women. - And women. Women, too.
They're there to die.
They're not there to win.
They're not there to gain ground.
They're not there to defeat the Taliban.
The Yanks will take care of that, thanks very much.
We're there to die.
To die so the Yanks can say to their people,
"Look, we're not alone. It's not just us.
It's the Brits, as well."
Just imagine, right?
Just imagine that by some wonderful feat of soldiering,
we managed to get through it all without losing a man.
Do you think the Yanks would say, "Well done"? No way!
They'd say, "What the bloody hell
do you think you're playing at?
You've got to die, you bastards. You've got to die."
CARMEL: [Clears throat]
So, have you ever been to Thailand, Carmel?
No. I've always wanted to.
- It's lovely. - Yes. Everyone says so.
GORDON: Mm.
- Mo sent me. - Mo?
He's the owner.
He doesn't like people smoking near the doorway.
Says it lingers.
Right. I'm just finishing now anyway.
Just finishing.
Right.
Beam me up, Scotty.
I agree with the ban. I'm not knocking the ban.
But we are a persecuted minority.
We really are.
I agree with the ban, by the way.
But we have to smoke outside, and there's no facilities.
- I'm getting it. - GORDON: You won't.
I'm getting it. I'd had whiskeys and brandies and God knows what.
- So I'm getting it. - I can afford a few brandies.
I know, but I'm getting it.
Oh, often, you won't find an ashtray
or one of those things with sand.
No. Not quite an ashtray,
but, anyway, you won't find one of them.
- Put 10% on, by the way. - Thank you, sir.
So what are you gonna do with the stumps?
The ciggy stumps? What are you supposed to do with them?
You can't just throw them.
If you throw them,
you're dropping litter, and you can be fined.
People have been fined for dropping litter,
and all they've dropped is a ciggy stump.
- [Card reader beeps] - Is there a problem?
I'm afraid your card's been declined.
WILLY: Oh. Shall I have another go?
Yeah. Of course.
So the only logical thing to do...
It's fine, by the way. There's plenty of money in there.
The only logical thing to do
is to drop your ciggy stump in a litter bin.
But what's going to happen then?
You know?
You drop your ciggy stump in the litter bin,
and you're starting a fire.
So what's worse... Dropping a bit of litter,
or what constitutes litter,
or starting a fire in the middle of town?
- [Card reader beeps] - MO: Excuse me, sir.
I'm afraid your card has been declined again.
There's a problem. Th... There's a fault.
You know, there's money in there.
- Use this. - I put a big check in
about four days ago. No. Please.
- No. It doesn't matter. - WILLY: It does matter.
It matters 'cause I've been ordering things
left, right, and center,
- and I only did that... - Willy, it's fine.
I wouldn't have ordered them if I thought you were paying.
So if you pay, it makes me look like a right prick.
Willy, it's fine!
Why do you do that?
Hello. Me card's just been rejected,
and it shouldn't have been.
Why do you let your mouth run away like that?
Debit card.
Answer me.
WILLY: William J. Houlihan.
- MAN: Please hold. - No. Don't do that.
Don't put me on hold again!
They'll think I'm a con man.
They'll think I knew the card was gonna be rejected.
They'll think no such thing!
They will. She certainly will, the gold digger.
Oh, God's sake, why are you like this?!
Say that again.
Indian.
It can't be overdrawn, mate.
I put a check in five days ago for 22 grand,
so it can't possibly...
- Say that again. - [Man speaks indistinctly]
Tony's check bounced.
No. Nothing. Thank you. Thanks.
[Cellphone beeps]
He wouldn't do that to us.
- He wouldn't. - [Dialing]
TONY: Hiya. This is Tony. Leave a message.
Answer machine.
[Answering machine beeps]
Tony, it's Willy. Sorry to ring so late.
Give us a bell as soon as poss.
[Scoffs]
How much is that?
DRIVER: 12 quid, love.
- There you go. Thanks. - [Ringing]
Hiya, Jean. It's Willy.
- JEAN: You all right? - I'm fine, love.
I need to speak to Tony. It's urgent.
[Man speaking indistinctly on TV]
- [Door opens] - Okay.
Did he say where?
Okay. If you hear from him, tell him to call me back.
Tell him it's urgent. Thanks.
Has anyone been on?
What?
- WILLY: Has anyone been on? - No.
Has Laura phoned?
What?
Look, I'm sick of repeating every question I ask you.
- Has Laura been on? - No! You're in the way.
Every light in this house is burning.
- Switch them off. - Right.
Now!
It's Willy. I'm trying to get in touch with Tony.
Phone me back when you get this.
[Dialing]
- You having one? - I'll have tea.
- Get your mam a cup of tea. - What?
Get your mam a cup of tea... Now!
[Dialing]
- [Ringing] - Tony wouldn't let you down.
There'll be a logical explanation.
Mark, it's Willy.
Is everything all right with Tony?
[Liquid pouring]
- [Answering machine beeps] - Pick up, Tony.
You may as well pick up 'cause I'm coming 'round anyway.
Pick it up, you prick.
Pick it up.
Pick it up!
- What's going on? - I'm finished.
What do you mean, you're finished?
I'm wound up. Bankrupt.
Well, what about my money?
Tax man's first. Then the VAT.
- Then the bank. - Oh. Mugs like me?
- I'm sorry, mate. - Eight bathrooms.
Well, I did all I could. I'm no fly-by-night. You know that.
You let me put eight bathrooms in for you!
TONY: I did all I could!
If there's anything left, I'll see it gets to you, Willy.
Willy! You're top of the list.
I promise you that, mate.
Willy!
Oh, no, no, no. No. I'm not letting you do this.
I'm not letting you do this, Willy.
I'll phone the coppers.
Don't make me do a thing like that to a mate.
Mate? Open the door.
No! I want you to go home, Willy.
I'm gonna wreck eight bathrooms.
I don't want to wreck eight doors, but I will if I have to.
I suggest you open it.
Okay.
For God's sake, this is crazy, mate!
I don't own them anymore, Willy. The bank owns them.
I'm handing over the keys this afternoon
'cause the bank owns them now, right?!
So whatever you do, you do to the bank!
For God's sake, this is crazy!
I'm phoning the cops on you, Willy!
Stop it! Stop it, Willy!
Come on, man! See sense!
[Shouting indistinctly]
Willy!
[Birds chirping]
Hello, again.
Hi. Uh...
- It's a bit awkward, this. - Yeah?
Can I ask you not to pay that check in?
Oh, we paid it in first thing.
Right.
Is that a problem?
No. Well, slight.
Slight problem. Nothing that can't be sorted.
It's, uh, fine. It's fine, love.
So you're still going ahead with the...
Oh, yeah. Yeah. Um, no problem.
Absolutely no problem.
- Bye. - Thanks.
[Vehicle door opens, closes]
I was gonna tell her.
And the boys.
And just as I was about to do it,
Laura walked in with her feller
and told us they were getting married.
That's exactly the way it was.
I promise.
When it's over...
when the wedding's over and they've got off,
I'll tell her then.
I'll go home.
I'll pack a bag.
And I'll pick you up at yours.
About half 7:00.
Half 7:00, night of the wedding.
[Sighs]
You told Geoff?
How did he take it?
He was ecstatic.
[Vehicle door closes]
[Vehicle door opens]
Do you want me to sort him?
Yeah.
WILLY: [Sighs]
At the house.
Ahh.
Many in the Lion?
A few.
You stink of ale.
Sorry.
[Sighs]
Look, no disrespect,
but I'm finding it difficult to understand what you're saying.
And I'm finding it difficult
to understand why I'm talking to somebody in India
when all I want is an appointment
with a bank 'round the corner.
So, please. Please give me the bloody number!
- Will there be a free bar, then? - LAURA: No way.
It's costing a fortune as it is.
MICHAEL: You're gonna make people pay for their own drinks?
Nobody has a free bar these days.
They abuse it, make pigs of themselves, throw up.
MICHAEL: It's a four-star hotel. It'll be a fiver a pint.
LAURA: That's not my fault, is it?
Yeah. You're asking people to go, right?
You're asking people to go to a posh hotel
and pay way over the odds for their ale.
Well, they don't have to come.
Of course they have to come. They're your mates.
- They'll bring their own in. - Dad?
What you doing? Willy, what you doing?
What did you do that for?
Why did you stuff yourself like that?
Don't know.
[Telephone rings]
Mr. Houlihan?
How are you? Do you want to come through?
I paid a big check in for 22 grand, and it bounced.
But you'll know about it 'cause you have it all there.
Problem is, on the strength of that check,
I wrote one of me own for 8.
- £800? - And it's gonna turn up here.
8 grand. And it's gonna turn up here.
- And I want you to honor it. - £8,000?
It's for me daughter's wedding... well, some of it.
There'll be another 12 grand to find once it's over.
Um...
There's this Western.
I think it's a Western. I'm not sure.
But this bloke walks into a bank, and he asks for a loan,
and the banker says to him, "What's your collateral?"
And the bloke says, "This is my collateral,
and this, and this."
- [Computer beeps] - And he gets the loan.
And he pays it back. And I'll pay it back.
Now, I know it's not Hollywood, but, um...
[Keyboard clacking]
I'm wasting me breath here, aren't I?
I'm afraid so.
You know, it's common decency
to look at a man when he's talking to you.
I'm sorry.
I've worked my bollocks off all me life,
and I'm gonna carry on working me bollocks off,
and I'm gonna put more money in that account
than you've ever seen.
And then I'm gonna come here, and I'll close it.
And when they ask me why I'm closing it,
I'll say, "Ask that twat there."
[Door opens, slams]
[Indistinct conversations]
[Toilet flushes]
[Water running]
[Door opens]
[Groans]
Fucking twat.
I'm Willy Houlihan.
You touch her again, I'll kill you.
[Geoff groans]
[Rock music plays]
Yes.
What?
Yes, I am starting early.
- Phone her. - WILLY: Who?
- Laura. - No.
- She's a good kid. - I know.
Turn it down!
She'd be just as happy with upstairs at the Crown.
I know. And that's why she's getting the best...
'cause she's a good kid
who'd be just as happy with upstairs at the Crown.
Turn it down!
They'd pay. His parents.
No way.
- They wouldn't miss it. - No way!
Phone Laura.
Phone her!
[Cellphone rings]
Hello.
It's your dad.
LAURA: Hiya.
Hiya. How's things?
Fine. You?
WILLY: Fine. What you doing?
Just watching telly with Joe.
You?
Same. Well, not with Joe. With your mam.
- Get on with it. - LAURA: How is she?
She's fine.
WOMAN: sunlight gets reflected into space.
Do you love him?
Joe?
- WILLY: Yeah. - Yeah.
The overall temperature,
and adding energy to a vicious circle.
What's going on?
On August 13th, 2005...
What is it, Dad?
Tell her.
It's the wedding.
What about it?
Over the past century, reducing the remaining...
What about it?
Since 1900...
Can I invite your Uncle George?
[Chuckles]
Of course.
He'll get drunk, pick a fight.
It's a wedding.
There's supposed to be a fight.
I'll invite him then.
LAURA: Right.
Night, love.
Good night.
At least the 25 years...
[Cellphone beeps]
the animation shows a graph of carbon dioxide versus time.
First data show that that last...
[Engine sputtering]
[Sputtering continues]
Shite!
[Engine shuts off]
[Footsteps approaching]
Hello.
Just browsing, thanks.
Born around the corner, baptized here.
First confession, first holy communion.
Made the wife promise to have your funeral here.
Yeah.
We get a lot like that.
I'll bet you do.
I want to knock it down.
Costs a fortune to run this place.
It's not yours to knock down, though, is it?
It's ours.
Poverty-stricken people like me mam and dad paid for this.
Poverty-stricken people with their gangs of kids
and their ha'pennies and pennies.
So the least you can do is treat it with a bit of respect.
What are you doing here?
I'm doing something I haven't done since I was a kid.
[Clears throat]
I'm making a deal with God.
He gets me out of the hole I'm in,
and I give him something back.
- Such as? - I don't know.
Give up the booze or something.
It's a bit easy, that, though, isn't it?
I mean, you've probably wanted to give up the booze for years.
Just needed a bit of motivation.
I don't think God will accept that.
Give her up.
Who?
The other woman.
There's always another woman.
Go away.
I want to be alone, right?
I think I've got a right to a bit of solitude in a church,
a bit of peace and quiet, a bit of time to reflect.
You know what I mean? So please do one.
- Why are you so aggressive? - Go away.
PRIEST: So aggressive, so tense, so...
Fucked up?
Yes.
You married us.
Me and the missus. 25 years ago. Right there.
- I'm sorry. I... - It's okay.
Why should you remember?
- One couple in thousands. - Yes.
Well, it's the daughter's turn next.
She's getting married, and I've got to make a speech.
I'm thinking of saying,
"How long before they're sick of each other?
This bride and groom, so much in love,
how long before she's got a fancy man
and he's got a bit on the side?
It's a farce, marriage.
A total bloody farce.
Hands up, all those who agree."
I've seen a lot of good marriages.
A lot more bad ones, though, eh?
You see, the thing is, you marry a woman you fancy.
But 25 years later, she's old.
You don't fancy her anymore.
You wouldn't harm a hair on her head,
but you don't fancy her anymore.
You fancy younger women.
Younger women with firmer flesh.
And you're getting old yourself.
Not far off 50.
Last 10 years whizzed by.
Next 10 years will go even quicker.
Death beckons.
So for God's sake, live a bit.
Go out and grab a woman, a younger woman...
with firmer flesh.
- How deep is it? - What?
The hole you're in.
It's bottomless.
Then give her up.
[Horn honks]
WILLY: I left it there.
I think it's the clutch again.
Yeah. Well, I can't afford to, mate.
No. Just weave some of your magic.
Right?
All right. I'll drop the keys off.
- Thanks, Frank. - FRANK: Yeah. No problem.
DRIVER: [Scottish accent] You having problems
- with your clutch? - What?
Problems with your clutch?
Yeah.
DRIVER: Get rid of it, mate.
I'm talking through bitter experience.
Get rid of it, pal.
[Woman speaks indistinctly on radio]
WILLY: Just here will do, mate.
- DRIVER: Sure? - WILLY: Yeah.
£6.50, pal.
Cheers, mate. Keep the change.
Ah, cheers. Thank you.
Cheers, pal.
MATTHEW: There's no difference.
CARMEL: There's a massive difference.
MATTHEW: A pub and a betting shop? What's the difference?
They're both full of weirdos.
They're both full of sad bastards.
Language.
MATTHEW: Why's it okay to work in one and not the other?
I just can't understand why...
[Door opens]
CARMEL: How much?
£20,000.
Where'd you get it?
Found it.
In a taxi.
On the floor of a taxi.
- Oh, Willy. - What?
What kind of people leave money like that in a taxi?
- I don't know. - Of course you know!
- It's drug money! - Shh!
Take it to the police.
If it's druggies, they're not gonna thank me
for taking it to the police, are they?
What kind of taxi?
WILLY: Minicab. Omega.
- How do you know? - I checked.
As soon as I found the money.
Take it back to Omega. Take it back now.
- It gets us out of a hole, love. - Oh, for God's sake, Willy.
Don't even think about it.
- You? - No.
I'm giving it a rest for a bit.
Where did you get dropped off?
- In the taxi? - Yeah.
End of the street.
So he knows what street you live in?
- He won't remember that. - He will.
He drops off loads of people on loads of streets.
Losing £20,000 tends to concentrate the mind, Willy.
[Thunder rumbling]
Take it with you.
When you leave this house in the morning,
you take that money with you.
[Sighs]
- All right, Willy? - All right.
Thought you'd packed it in, mate.
I have, yeah. I want one bet.
Red or black.
Yeah?
20 grand.
[Doorbell rings]
Hiya. Is your husband in, love?
No.
Where is he?
Work.
Late 40s, early 50s, yeah?
Yeah.
He didn't happen to get out of a taxi at the top of the street,
did he, love? Sometime yesterday?
He can't afford taxis.
Will he be in tonight?
Yeah.
See you later, then.
20k. One chip?
Yeah.
Place your bets.
20k plays red.
[Cellphone rings]
Yeah.
CARMEL: A man came 'round, asking questions.
It's something to do with the money.
I said, "A man came 'round."
Something to do with the money.
Answer me.
CROUPIER: 9. Red.
It's all right, love.
- Everything's okay. - CARMEL: Where are you?
I put it on red.
And it came up red.
[Dial tone]
Can you put £20,000 in 20s in that?
And give us a plastic bag, please.
[Truck beeping]
CONTROLLER: Anyone mobile near the high street?
Anyone mobile near the high street?
Anyone near the bridge?
[Telephone rings]
Hiya.
Yeah? Can I help you?
Found that in one of your cabs.
20 grand?
Yeah.
Why didn't you hand it in to the driver?
Don't know.
Why didn't you hand it in yesterday?
Last night even?
I'm handing it in now, right?
That's what matters, isn't it?
CONTROLLER: No.
The driver's in hospital.
The guy who lost this, he battered him.
I'm sorry.
You prick.
£6.50, pal.
MAN: Where's the fucking money?!
Where does he fucking live?!
[Conversing indistinctly]
[Punch lands]
[Coughing]
All rise.
MAN: And thanks to the bridesmaids, that's lovely.
And just, again, thanks.
But we'd like to keep the groom's family
where they are, please.
And just stay there.
[Indistinct conversations]
I should be in that one.
The stench of hypocrisy's overwhelming.
- [Camera shutter clicks] - MAN: Just fine where you are.
I'm the groom's mother, by the way.
Discarded first wife.
Good enough for him while he was struggling,
but unsatisfactory once he became a success.
[Camera shutter clicking]
MAN: Very nice. Thank you. All right.
- Oh. Excuse me, love. - Yeah.
MAN: Quite lovely.
[Sighs]
- MICHELLE: Hiya. - Are you packed?
Yeah.
What time will you get here?
WILLY: Mm. About 7:00, 7:30.
Can't wait.
WILLY: All right. Bye.
- Bye. - [Cellphone beeps]
Did you get out of that hole you were in?
Yeah.
Then why have you still got her?
Keep your nose out of my business.
All right. Hang on. Hang on.
- Best man's speech. - MAN: £1 per person?
No, it's not £1 per person.
It's £1 per guess. Two guesses, £2.
[Indistinct conversations, cellphone rings]
Oh, oh. It's from when he stands to when he sits down again.
[Ringing continues]
Yeah?
It's all forged, Willy.
What?
Every single note.
I-I didn't know. I promise.
I know.
WILLY: Are you gonna phone the coppers?
- I've got to. - WILLY: Right.
Thanks. Bye.
[Cellphone beeps]
[Echoing] I'm making a deal with God.
I put it on red. It came up red.
- It gets us out of a hole, love. - You take that money with you.
CASHIER: The serial numbers are the same.
They're forged.
WOMAN: So...
you met Maeve...
my husband's younger model.
Yeah.
Did she go all feminist?
- Once. - She tried it with me once.
I said, "Look love, you stole an older woman's husband, darling."
"Where's the sisterhood in that?"
[Camera shutter clicks]
[Glass clinking rhythmically]
Ladies and gentlemen, the father of the bride.
[Cheers and applause, camera shutter clicking]
[Feedback]
Marriage.
You see two people in love like that.
And you're jealous.
One of them's your own daughter but you're still jealous.
"Why can't I feel what them two are feeling?
Why can't I have some of that?"
- Thanks. - [Light laughter]
[Vehicle approaching]
You know, when me and Carmel were first married,
we spent many a night huddled beneath the sheets,
wrapped in each other's arms.
I thought them nights were long gone,
but a couple of months ago,
we went to Australia to visit Carmel's brother.
And he put us up in a muddie...
That's a shack... In the middle of the bush.
Anyway, one night we went out, and we got back to the muddie.
We switch off the lights and...
[Hand pounding]
a giant bat, circling the room,
just waiting to pounce on one little bit of exposed flesh,
one little bit of exposed, white, English flesh,
and suck it dry.
So that was one more night that we spent
huddled beneath the sheets, wrapped in each other's arms.
It's just a pity that it took a giant bloodsucking bat
endlessly circling 'round the room
to make that happen.
Well, I thought that was funny.
[Clears throat]
Joe and Laura.
TOGETHER: Joe and Laura.
CARMEL: Willy.
- WILLY: I've got to go. - You're not serious.
WILLY: Have you come for Willy Houlihan?
- OFFICER: Yeah. - WILLY: That's me.
What's going on?
I've done nothing wrong.
What's going on?
The money was forged.
Look, I didn't forge it, so I've done nothing wrong.
- I'm gonna go with them. - I'm coming with you.
- You're not. - CARMEL: I am coming.
WILLY: You are not.
This only happened because I wanted to give Laura a good day,
so don't you dare spoil it.
You go in there, you tell them I've been called out to a job.
A burst, an emergency. Right?
I've done nothing wrong, so I'll be out in no time.
I'll be back here in no time. Right?
Right.
Go back.
I love you.
What?
I love you?
I love you.
Well, I am your wife.
I found 20 grand in a taxi. An Omega cab.
I put it on red. Red won.
And I gave 20 grand back to Omega.
Of course you did, Willy.
Is this the woman you gave the money to, Willy?
WILLY: Yeah.
This man says he found £20,000 in one of your taxis,
and he handed it in here.
I've never seen him before in me life.
- Please. - Thanks. Come on.
Look, I'm sorry about the driver.
I'm really sorry about the driver.
- Where to, please? - But please tell the truth.
- 5 or 10 minutes, okay? - Please tell the truth.
I've never seen you before in my life.
Now, I'm sorry, but I'm busy.
You're lying. I gave you 20 grand.
OFFICER: Get in the car.
WILLY: I came here yesterday.
Anyone mobile near the high street?
- OFFICER: Get in. - Anyone near the bridge?
OFFICER: It's a perfect way of laundering money, Willy.
Red or black. Even money.
One day, you might lose. The next day, you'd win.
- It's perfect. - I found it in a taxi!
- Who you working for? - Oh, Jesus Christ!
- The driver! - Sorry?
There's an Omega cabdriver in hospital.
And he's there because I found the money in his taxi,
and I didn't cough.
He'll back up everything I say.
Right.
[Sighs]
[Door opens]
- Glaswegian? - WILLY: Yeah.
45 years old?
About, yeah. I didn't really see his face.
He was driving.
Billy Rafferty.
He's dead, Willy.
What?
OFFICER: He died last night in hospital.
Do I get a phone call or something?
You can let someone know where you are.
Would you like to do that?
Someone?
Yeah.
Just one?
Yeah.
Number?
[Indistinct conversations]
I love you.
[Camera shutters clicking]
Good luck, son.
I'll come back to you soon.
Great sermon. Cheers, everyone!
[Ringing]
- [Ringtone plays] - Hello.
Let me speak to your mam.
[Indistinct shouting]
Dad.
Hello?
How's it going?
Yeah, fine. They've just got off.
What's happening?
It's not looking too good, love.
[Vehicle passing]
[Sighs] Sorry.
Couldn't you have let me know?
- How? - Phone.
I couldn't. They only allow you one call.
MICHELLE: They allowed you one call?
They allowed you one phone call?
Yeah.
Who'd you phone?
Carmel.
[Knocking]
[Keys jingling]
[Door opens]
[Door closes]
If they find you guilty, what'll you get?
What'll you get?
He was trying to prepare me for the worst,
so he gave me the worst-case scenario.
What'll you get?
- Five or six years! - [Gasps]
[Crying] I can't do without you for five or six weeks,
never mind five or six years.
WILLY: Look, I'm not guilty. Right?
I've done nothing wrong, so they'll find me not guilty.
What about you? Can you do without me?
The truth?
Yeah.
I thought I could once.
But I was wrong.
I'm not guilty, so it's not going to happen.
JUDGE: Members of the jury, are you agreed upon a verdict?
We are.
JUDGE: Do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty
of the passing of counterfeit money?
Guilty.
JUDGE: And that is the verdict of you all?
FOREMAN: Yes.
JUDGE: Mr. Anderson.
Your Honor, my client is a man of impeccable character.
A loving husband and father,
he has never been in trouble before.
No criminal record whatsoever.
He left school at 16, served his apprenticeship,
set up his own company, and has not missed a single day's work
in his life.
He has been married for 25 years, Your Honor,
to his wife, Carmel, and she is here supporting him today.
A truly loving and stable relationship.
They have three children...
A young woman of 23 years of age,
very recently married with all that that implies
in terms of financial and emotional stress
and two teenage sons.
All three are of impeccable character,
and like their mother, they love their father dearly.
This is a respectable, loving, and functioning family,
and whilst my client understands
that you will have to pass a custodial sentence,
I would beg you, Your Honor,
to show as much leniency as possible in this case.
There is a great irony to all this, Your Honor.
Only months ago, my client and his wife
celebrated their silver wedding anniversary.
This was swiftly followed by the marriage of their daughter.
These two events were costly.
And my client found himself in desperate need of money
because he wanted to do his best for his wife and his family.
Whatever he did, Your Honor, he did it for people he loved.
JUDGE: Thank you.
William Houlihan...
you will go to prison for six years.
[Laura crying]