The Gardener

Get up, get up!

- No! - Come here.

Let go of him!

Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up.

Stay dead. Stay dead.

- Leave him alone! - Shut the fuck up!

No, no, no. Please, not my baby!

Not my baby. Please.

Get the fuck down!

Shut the fuck up.

You want to be a fucking hero?

Stay the fuck down.

- -

What are you...

Oh!

- - Goddamn it!

What the fuck... put pressure on it.

I fucking am!

Jesus fucking Christ!

Hold still!

Fuck!

Are you running off, aye?

That wife of yours, can you hear her?

She ain't screaming no more.

And her belly, how far along was she?

You've already made you choice. Now follow through with it.

Ken's bleeding pretty bad.

We gotta go.

Alright.

Well...

This is it, my friend.

I hope being a hero meant everything to you.

But to me, I ain't mad at what you did.

You're just in my fucking way.

No!

No, no, no, no. I see what you are doing, you filthy minger.

You keep those dirty shoes out of here.

What?

- They are clean. - No, no, no.

You're not coming in here with those.

Last time I was cleaning mud out of the carpet

for over a week.

I'm not having it, never again.

I was just going to get some water.

Oh, really. In that case, you can wait out here and I'll bring you some.

Tom failed me.

Okay, that sounds good. Did they give you a time table?

Kids, give me a hand, can you?

That's unacceptable. No, no, no...

- I got it, Mom. - Oh, thanks honey.

- Mr. Henderson. - We have to get back on schedule.

We need to fire him fast.

Thanks, Peter.

- Hello, Peter. - Hello, Mrs. Henderson.

Please, call me Lauren.

I don't want home to feel like my work.

- You know what I mean? - Okay.

Thank you, Peter.

My pleasure. Nice sweater.

Oh, thank you.

'Tis the season for ugly sweaters

and silly hats, right?

- - Ugly?

Hey, Justin, you need help?

- Uh, no. I got them. - Sure.

- Okay, boy. - I'm good.

No, no, no. I spent all day cleaning in here.

You put those in the back room with the others.

Are you sure? I think this is fine.

- No, no. Out now. - Okay...

Love you.

- Thank you. -

Bullshit, Mark.

You tell them that they need to deliver on time,

or I will shank each and every one of those bastards.

Oh, swear I will, Tom.

I am done with it.

Just get them back in line. You hear me?

Call me when it's finished.

- - So?

Stephen, talk to me. How bad is it?

Are we ruined?

Hey, you will not ignore me here.

Oh, shut up Lauren.

Can't you see I'm taking care of things?

I don't need you butting in

when you don't understand the situation

or how to deal with it.

I do.

Just let me fix this, hm?

I have a right to know what's going on here.

We moved our whole family here for your job.

What happens with it impacts on all of us.

Come on, it doesn't matter.

The kids are almost gone anyway.

They're gonna be making their own decisions

- and fucking their own lives up... - Oh, Stephen, stop it.

Why don't you come with me?

You're leaving?

No. I put the twinkly lights on the fence.

What's the point?

It's pretty.

We're in the middle of the country.

Look, no one even drives past here.

No one's gonna see it.

Maybe not. But we will see.

Hm?

- The yelling never stops. -

Like clockwork. I'm so over this.

Just one more day, then you will be with me.

Yeah, but then that's one night and then I have to come back to this shit.

I know.

Do they know you're spending the night with me?

- No. - Yeah, that's what I thought.

Yeah, they have no idea what I'm doing, or care.

At least I love you.

Mrs. Henderson. I am done.

I go now unless you need something.

Um, no Francesca, I think we're okay, thank you.

Okay, miss. I be here tomorrow.

Oh, wait, um, maybe you could help Peter

with the Christmas lights outside?

I don't work in the yard.

Oh, thank you.

Your family finished Christmas shopping?

Uh, yeah, yeah. I think we're done.

Good. It's good to be able to enjoy time together with family, yeah?

I guess.

Hm?

Not bad.

Is that all of it?

Oh, no. Just first bunch. Come.

Goodbye.

No going in the house with those shoes.

Either of you. I'm not having it. I'm just not having it.

Okay, goodbye, Francesca.

Bye.

The maid is late today.

I do hate tardiness.

But I've been assured that she's generally like clockwork.

In at seven in the morning out by three in the afternoon on the dot.

She better keep to her schedule tomorrow.

Don't matter. She'll be long gone by the time we get there.

There will be no one there.

Like last time?

Piss off. Wasn't my fault.

Fine. Like nothing ever is.

Hey, shut it.

Would you two stop bickering like a couple of amateurs?

The maid will be gone. And the family will be gone.

You get in, you get the stuff I tell you to and you get out.

Job's clean and simple.

As long as you two don't fuck it up again.

- Look, I had to do something. - I don't give a toss.

You go in with mask and gloves

in case there's any security cameras.

I don't want another blood bath on my hands.

Don't have him killing everyone again then.

What was I supposed to do? Leave witnesses?

Not after what you did last time.

You can't leave no one left alive to point a finger.

Hey, are you two fucking deaf?

I said there won't be anyone there.

So there's no killing families this time, alright?

That's not the job.

I want two of on the first floor covering the entrance and exits.

Two of you on the second floor looking for the gear.

I have business to take care of at same time as the job.

But I won't be far.

So if there is any trouble, just call me.

- I'll bring my garrote this time. - The fuck you will.

Didn't you just hear what the governor said?

No killing, moron.

You just do as you're told.

I don't want any more cockups.

You screw this up, then you're off the crew.

I think you both know what that means.

Like the boss said, "No killing."

Alright, let's get out of here.

We'll drive the exit route one more time

just to make sure there's no surprises.

Didn't know you decorated the place.

Nice, yes?

Yeah. It's a...

Must have taken a lot of time, huh?

Some, yes.

I, a...