You'll have to wait until it ends to see whether crime pays in Ken Loach's spirited caper The Angels' Share. But it's a testament to the veteran British filmmaker's wily ways - and to his strong social (and socialist) conscience - that you'll find yourself rooting for his band of underclass Glaswegians as they set out to pull off a most improbable heist.
More playful than we've come to expect from Loach (though even his most dead-earnest work can show biting humor), The Angels' Share begins in a Glasgow courtroom, where Robbie (Paul Brannigan), a young ex-con, narrowly escapes another prison sentence for his latest burst of violence. Instead, he must do community service, overseen by the big, and big-hearted, Harry (John Henshaw). Harry is a lover of whisky, it turns out, and after squiring his motley troop of ne'er-do-wells around town, cleaning up graveyards and repainting a community center, he takes them on a surprise visit to a distillery.
And it is there that Robbie, a keen lad and a new dad - his girlfriend, Leonie (Siobhan Reilly), has just become a mum - discovers a taste for whisky. Quite a refined taste, actually, as he picks out notes of this and hints of that, sniffing and sipping with a connoisseur's aplomb.
And when he hears about the auction of a rare cask of whisky, the Malt Mill, expected to bring a cool million or more, an idea is born. Robbie wants to turn over a new leaf, but no one wants to give him a job. His sorry cohorts on the community service crew - the drunken clown Albert (Gary Maitland), the punky klepto Mo (Jasmin Riggins) and the redheaded Rhino (William Ruane) - are similarly unemployed, and arguably unemployable. And so they hatch a plan, the cleverness of which surprises even themselves.