Thank you, Anna.
For your great blessing that you have shown this colony.
By coming here and asking us for help,
you have reminded us of what we live for. Kindness.
- You got my money? - What about drugs?
What do you mean?
I can get hold of some. A lot.
Go get my money!
He sent you, didn't he?
- Who? - You know who.
Do you have a million or not?
You show me the drugs. And I'll show you the cash.
- Where's that shitload of cocaine? - I told you I don't have it.
_
You owed someone money. Is it something to do with Mexico?
I did a bad thing,
a very bad thing.
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What's it like being here?
What's it like waking up and not remembering?
Who it is that you've hurt, that you can't live without no more?
Anna, she's had enough.
Think she'd be better off alone than with a dad like you.
Jack!
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Tonight?
- The cops are after me. - You're being ridiculous.
I gotta get out of this town so I can give you until midnight.
- Midnight? - Midnight.
You do not want to blackmail us.
Blackmail is your thing.
I'm here to fulfill a verbal agreement.
Nice one.
Do you think all that paint-ball shit's gonna get me back?
Just trying to get your attention.
What's that?
Where did you get this?
Si.
Who?
Whitey.
Look after her for me, alright?
- Hey. - Hey
How's Anna?
- Yeah. - Okay.
How are you?
I miss him.
I miss Pete.
Yeah.
Yeah. Me too.
So.
I think I have a job for you.
So you left me up there, on a mountain.
Yeah, I did.
I had a choice to make. And I chose Anna.
I'll always choose Anna.
Come on.
- Nice. - Yeah.
I don't know what it is. Or how to sell it.
Why don't we just rob a bank?
- How many drug deals have you done? - Loads.
- How many banks have you robbed? - None.
There we are then.
- You're sure about this? - Yep.
No, Jesus! Jack you're not supposed to take the whole lot!
Jesus Christ.
Bowls.
Excuse me, Brittany, you have any baby powder?
- You mean talcum powder? - No, you mean formula.
Sure! I'll show you right to the baby section.
Not that one...
- You folks expecting? - Expecting what?
- Grandparents. - No.
- How old is the baby? - I've no idea.
- Is it an infant or toddler? - Does it matter?
Okay, folks, we have regular or organic.
The organic is a lot pricier
but it comes with a hundred percent all natural ingredients.
Not sure we give a fuck, Brittany. Do we give a fuck?
I don't think we do, Brittany.
Thanks, Brittany.
- Excuse me... - Sorry...
Right.
So you take the drugs, and you cut them open, then you pour it out,
and then you get a tub of baby powder and you pour that out.
- The whole lot? - The whole lot.
And then you mix it up and you chop it up,
and you pour half the mix back in,
and then the rest in a new brick.
And then you wrap it up, tape it up.
Right. You put the drugs back in the well.
Done.
Game's five card stud. Buy-in's forty grand. Cash only.
House takes ten percent. My partner will exchange the bills for chips.
You will deposit the cash in the safe.
You will escort the player to the table.
And you will watch these jokers at all times.
Anything goes missing I'll hold you responsible.
- You taking a rake? - I told you. Ten percent.
That's illegal.
Why did you leave the army?
- Dismissed with disgrace. - You?
I take it this level of misconduct precludes these gentlemen
working for a legitimate security firm.
Well, then. Maybe our best bet is to shut the fuck up
and do what we're fucking well told.
Fuck off.
Those guys creep me out.
Game needs protection, sweetheart.
We've got bank debts to settle
and we won't be opening a new bar at Kickstarter.
How and where are two old farts like us going to start again?
South of France. Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer.
Fucking hell, sweetheart,
they've have wild horses there. I've seen pictures.
- Dreams, Frank. - Yeah, what's wrong with dreams?
Why not the Caribbean? No. Fuck that, Mauritius.
Hey, come here, you. I'm seeing one now.
- You in a thong. - Me in a thong?
Yeah, why not? Ass like yours.
You're mixing rum and coke in a seaside...
Cabana.
I'm serious, as soon as we're good to go, we go. No fucking about.
You're one silver tongued motherfucker. You know that?
Get this show on the road.
- Afternoon, Officer. - Good afternoon, sir.
- Can I see some ID please. - Right.
Thank you.
Sir, have I done anything wrong?
Could you step out of the car, please, sir?
Thank you. And move away from the vehicle.
If you could walk towards the vehicle, please, sir.
There's nothing in there.
No, just keep walking towards the vehicle, please, sir.
- What's she... - Walk towards the vehicle, please, sir.
Thank you.
If you could just assume your position.
Step into the vehicle, please, sir!
- Okay. - Thank you.
Want you to put both hands on the wheel, please.
- I still have a sandwich. - Enjoy your sandwich, sir.
- Where to? - Peckham.
We don't go south of the river.
Shit.
- Hi. - Alright?
Hi.
- She's talking to someone. - I fucking knew it.
She's a fucking honey trap.
- You wanna shut down the game? - Fuck the game.
That cunts not here to play poker. Follow her.
You two, get ready.
- You driving a cab for a living now? - These are lean times.
I'd give you need a ride, but I got one in.
You two sweethearts giving it a second chance?
- I hope you're very happy together. - Thank you!
I like your friend.
- You alright? - I'm alright. You alright?
- Yeah. - Good.
- You got this? - Yeah, I got this. Here.
- Wish me luck. - Good luck.
Fuck it, Jack.
Bring her in.
Alright.
- What sort of a cunt you take me for? - The usual kind?
- Hundred and fifty? - Yeah? Fuck off.
Hundred and forty.
I thought the honey trap was amateur but this...
- Hundred and thirty... - Turning up in a taxi mate?
This is the worst sting operation in history.
Hundred and twenty nine. Final offer.
No wonder they fucking retired you.
Fuck this. Sit down.
Fuck.
Tell me my name.
- Elaine? - Funny.
- It's Frank. - Yeah.
- Simon's uncle right? - Right. Simon's uncle.
- This is for Simon and Helen. - Hang on a sec, hang on.
- Helen fucking hated you. - What are you talking about?
- She hated you. - No, she didn't.
She did. She said you couldn't keep your fucking hands off her.
- You shut up. - You used to fuck your sister.
Fuck you!
You have no fucking idea...
You got this, do you?
More or less, yeah.
I really need a piss.
You should have gone before you got in the car.
- Didn't think it would take that long. - Jesus, Jack.
I know, I'm sorry.
- Can I have a go? - Yeah.
Thanks, love.
- Hurry up, would you? - Alright.
Fucking hell.
- Frank. - Angela.
Nearly done.
Won't be a minute.
You run out of towels.
Sorry about that.
Shit.
Bingo.
Hands!
How can you be married to a man like that?
He's going to let you down.
Lie to you. Hurt you. Destroy everything you care about?
- Fuck! - Jesus.
- You alright? - Yeah, grand. It's just weird.
Fuck a duck.
Come here...
Alright? Yeah. Him.
- What? - That was insane.
- You fucking loved it though. - I did not.
You were fucking great in there.
- Was I? - Fuck, yeah.
- Fuck, yeah? - Fuck, yeah.
Fuck, yeah!
Jesus, get in the back.
Christ.
- You okay? - No.
He's the prince of lies, sweetheart.
Can't trust a fucking word that comes out of his mouth.
I know. Come with me.
- I'll follow you. - What do you mean, you'll follow me?
I'm gonna clean up here. Lose ends.
Lose ends, right?
He's more a part of you than I am, isn't he?
Yeah.
I'm in.
- Did you find the drugs? - No.
I searched everywhere. Shall I keep looking?
It's Jack I want.
She said she'd be here by midnight. Where the fuck is she?
I don't know.
Jesus Christ! You didn't do anything to her, did you?
Nothing illegal.
Promise me!
Yeah, I promise.
You got a spoon?
Thanks.
What the fuck is that?
A bullet.
Yeah. What's it doing in the fridge?
I don't know.
Let's go shopping.
Hey, darling.
What you doing here?
It's a long story.
You okay?
Alright?
Alright.
If I asked you to do something for me, would you?
Name it.
What are we doing here?
Right, so, when I said I put the drugs back in the well right...
I might have lied a little bit.
- There you go. - You hid the drugs here?
Hang on.
Fuck.
Shit.
Jesus Christ.
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