Happy New Year, Dad.
Happy New Year, Albert.
Take this.
Albert needs to understand
if he's gonna play the game, he needs go in heavy.
You keep your beak out of it, Vic Hill.
Come on, Charlie, you know we need as much cash as we can
to bet on Billy's fight tonight.
I have a very rare fob watch.
I'd like an appraisal for a sale.
Sonny's got a collection going out this morning.
- I give you the route... - Two trucks?
...you figure out the best place to hit the truck.
- We've rung the bell. - Hell yeah.
That's gangsta!
Time to hustle, Vic.
We' II come back tomorrow and fill our boots.
One for me, one for the wife
one for Albert, and one for luck.
Put it away, Norm.
Let's see who it is, and have a nice quiet word.
Freeze!
Get down!
Bob?
Don't shoot! - You dirty son of a bitch!
You double crossed me, Fink!
♪ Took the lucky stars, the diamonds! ♪
♪ Yeah, we're taking the diamonds! ♪
So, what? You' re telling me there was two trucks?
Yeah. Two exactly the same trucks passed me at exactly the same time.
So, what did you choose, Charlie?
The one that looked just like the other one.
Ah, fair play. But Sonny wasn't shipping gold.
So we have no idea whose gold this is?
Yeah. Yeah, we do.
It's ours.
And this mountain of auriferous has gotta be worth bloody millions.
It's official. We can retire.
Can't retire if you've never worked, knob head.
Course you can! My father hasn't worked a day in his life.
Beginning to think I hadn't been so blessed.
Thank you, God. - Nobody's retiring.
Oh, here we go.
Look, we have stumbled across a fortune in gold bullion
with no clue what dangerous bastard it belongs to.
We have zero experience in trading precious metals
and if we start making enquiries to the wrong fence
we' II come unstuck quicker than shit moves through a goose.
No. We stash all of it. All of it.
Until we know who and what we' re dealing with.
And what? Suppose you got a spare safe knocking around, yeah?
Shut up!
There are some advantages to being the son of a bank robber.
Good boy, Smudger. Stick 'em on the shelf.
- Oi! Be careful, sloppy bollocks. - Shit. Sorry.
What you doing?
Watching 'em young tarts and old farts again, you little peado?
Some kid's posted a video clip on Instagram.
It's a security truck getting boosted.
Give us that here.
It's impossible to make a dishonest living these days
without getting a camera shoved in your face.
These mobile devices have spawned a generation of grasses.
Here, Vic, you should take a look at this, mate.
- It's a bullion heist. - Bullion?
Yeah! Here you are. Take a look.
Mm.
Ah. I mean, talk about a two-pronged attack, eh?
I mean, boom! Opened up that van like a can of beans.
This giving you a stiffy, Peters?
Speaking of pricks...
You've seen it, then? - Yeah, it's called "viral," Bob.
- You going after it? - Uh, Bob.
You're CTF.
I mean, isn't there a shipment of BB guns that need confiscating somewhere?
Listen, Teri
I know about gold heists.
You know, I mean, I did a bit of work with Flying Squad.
I mean, I... I can help.
Yeah. Yeah, alright then, Bob.
I'll have a Americano and an almond croissant.
Right, I think we should move a couple of ingots
for a bit of running about money.
Yeah, we're all a little bit short, right? - No, not one single ingot. Alright?
No one talks about the gold. Nobody knows about the gold.
Nobody even thinks about the gold. The gold does not exist.
Are we clear? - God, you're such a pill sometimes, Al.
It's Lotti Mott.
Shit.
Keep your business off texts. - We need to talk.
Hello, Sidney.
Mr Gold?
I... I
Sidney, don't get emotional.
Thanks to all this,
I've gotta find someone else for the job today.
Saul, please.
I've always got top results.
Whatever it takes--
I have no complaints regarding your skills.
In fact, our mutual friend there is something of a legend
and that's a compliment to you, Sidney.
Cost me a pretty penny, I'll tell you.
Goes by the name of...
Windrush.
He's the best hired hand money can buy. - No. No.
Please, Mr Gold!
Alas, Sidney, you're something of a schmuck.
Now, I know this because
having decided that no one's gonna notice if you steal one of my paintings
- from the Venice job... - Saul, please.
...you go and pinch the middle section of The Whore of Babylon triptych!
Please, Mr Gold. I can...
Saul Gold and associates.
- Saul. Vic Hill. - Vic!
How's her Majesty treating you then?
Well, I can't grumble, Saul. And if I did, who'd listen?
So, what can I do you for?
You hear anything about the bullion heist last night?
Forklifts and piggies.
I seen the video. It's tidy work.
Actually reminded me of the sort of thing you might have done.
Anybody ringing your bell trying to move the consignment?
Not a peep.
Why the enquiry?
Well, I'm just sniffing about.
It gets a bit stale in here, Saul.
Imagination runs wild.
Well if you're looking for action, I might have something to put your way.
I need a couple of cool heads for a job this afternoon.
Low risk. Going rates.
Got a face that fits?
Ah.
We took a vote. Decided to pass on your offer.
Yeah. Haven't quite reached the "armed robbery" phase
in our projected careers.
We didn't hit your boyfriend's truck.
I know you didn't.
So what's with the sit down?
Right place. Right time.
Wrong truck.
♪ Yeah... ♪
Credit where it's due. You boys are gangster.
♪ Yeah... ♪
Take another vote and then come find me.
♪ Follow me into the jungle ♪
Thirty thousand views! This thing's breaking the internet!
We're gonna get shot!
Right. I'm getting tooled up. - Alright. Calm down. Sit down.
Sit down. Sit down.
We are rocking masks and boiler suits.
No one can know it's us, can they?
Yeah...
but what about Lotti Mott? - Yeah, well, I--
Listen. I don't know about her. Do I? I gotta think about it.
You keep your eye on her, Bill.
I can do that.
Albert. - Yeah.
Vic's on the blower.
Well, that is all I need, innit?
We did alright last night, didn't we, boy?
- Last night? - The fight, Al.
You got something else in the hopper, son?
Oh. No. You're alright.
Sorry, I've had a couple, ain't I? I'm celebrating.
Have a tall one for me.
So, what's going on? - Saul Gold's going on.
Saul Gold, the fence? - He's called a job on.
Pick up and drop this afternoon. Ten grand, son, COD.
We will carve it. - Ah, yeah. Today's no good.
The job's booked and it's good readies.
I understand that, but today is not a good day, Dad.
Every day is a good day for a bit of graft, Albert.
Yeah, alright. Go on then. I'll do it. For seven and a half, though.
You get two and a half for the booking.
You negotiating with me, son?
This is not a negotiation, Dad.
Six for you. Four for me. Chop-chop.
Here you are, Mrs Reid. Your order.
Oh, Lily. It looks just like his favourite shooter.
You've done us proud.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
John' II love it.
Well, would have.
Just finishing up. Won't be a minute.
Course he would've been balls-deep in all that bullion hoo-ha.
Daft sod.
Worth millions, I heard.
Every face in the manor is sniffing about.
Bunch of prats.
That much gold's nothing but a travel card to the coroner.
Or the clink.
Prosperity. Power. Punana.
Sonny, we got company.
You have any...
idea what it is to dance on the steps of Shangri-La?
"This town is like a great big pussy.
Just waiting to get fucked. Hoo-ha!"
You think all Cubans are gangsters?
I got my MBA.
I graduated summa cum laude.
I speak five languages!
I was voted most likely to succeed!
And succeed you have, my friend.
What do you want, Fink?
I want to talk.
About a truck. - A truck?
Sonny, you and I, we've got a good thing going here.
This arrangement works well.
I stay in my corner, you play in yours.
Get to the fucking point.
Ambitious.
When and where?
Five AM this morning. Crossroads behind the strip.
Donmar truck.
Near the off the books spot.
Under the arches.
- Anything else come to mind? - Go away, Fink.
I gotta get my shuffle on.
Our truck takes that route at five AM.
You see something? - I didn't see nothing.
Where the fuck is Lotti?
Haven't seen her since the fight.
Where is that crazy bitch?
Lotti!
I lost my teddy bear.
Can I give you a hug instead, darling?
Your boss send you to keep an eye on me? - Uh, two eyes.
And he ain't my boss.
You always do what Albert says?
When I fancy the job.
I'll get my share of that gold.
One way or another.
I have no idea what you' re talking about.
Fancy a ride?
I don't mess around with the errand boy.
I'll be at the gym on Upper Street when you change your mind.
♪ Girl, you keep on moving ♪
♪ Keep on moving in and out.. ♪
Fuck! Yeah, lovely.
Head up. Beautiful. OK.
And into me. Oh, that's lovely. Yes. Oh, my angel. That's lovely.
Oh, that is gorgeous. Beautiful.
Now, yes. That look, that look. Oh, yes.
We have a situation, Master Charles.
Ah, Father has misplaced his Volcano vaporizer?
The whereabouts of a certain gold fob watch.
Gold fob watch?
Lord Cavendish has implied that I purloined the timepiece.
After 30 years of loyal appointment, I have been impeached, Master Charles!
This century English please, Staff!
Well, the bugger thinks I nicked his bloody watch
and unless it's returned...
he's giving me the boot!
Yes. Oh, yes.
Come into me. One look.
Well, there's been a lot of break-ins in the neighbourhood recently.
I mean, it's obvious we have been targeted.
I... I may... I may know a man who might know a man
who might know something.
Uh, leave it with me.
Good morning, Mr Cavendish-Scott. How are you?
That watch I brought in the other day,
I need it returned.
Oh. It's no longer in stock. We sold it.
You sold it?
How much did it go for?
A decent price. Book value.
You made out on it, didn't you?
Go on. How much?
Couple of grand?
Five?
Ten? - We had a very keen buyer.
Ten grand! You only gave me a measly three thousand.
What kind of businesswoman are you?
Okay, well, can... Can you get it back?
I'll see what I can do.
OK. Good.
Good. Um...
I was wondering, I mean, um...
if you've not got any plans this evening...
then, uh, you know, we could...
What are you doing here? - What are you doing here?
I've got a sit down with Saul.
Huh. Saul Gold? What's the gig?
You ain't got to worry about that, have you?
Go on, you can jog on now. I got this one. - Yeah, this... This one's mine. OK?
OK.
You pick up my clients,
the Heimels, from the airport and you bring them back directly to me.
Azoy? Couldn't be more simple.
How many "Heimels" are we expecting, Mr Gold?
Enough to wipe your arse when you shit yourself, bubbeleh.
Oh, yeah.
Who cares how many?
Just pick 'em up, toss 'em in the van, bring 'em here.
And that's worth ten grand?
On delivery.
What else are we transporting other than the Heimels, Mr Gold?
You' re trying my patience, boy.
Thank you for considering us, Mr Gold
but with respect, I'm gonna have to decline your offer.
If I don't know what I'm transporting, I can't guarantee delivery.
You' re not like your old man, are you?
Old Vic, he'd be half way to Gatwick by now.
Yeah, a lot's changed since my dad's day, Mr Gold.
Too many chancers out there looking for a quick score nowadays.
I'm sure you' re well aware an armoured truck got rolled last night.
Transport's a risky business.
Diamonds.
A fistful.
Now, you in or you out?
- I'm in... - Splendid.
...for 15 grand.
You guarantee delivery? - Guaranteed.
Van, driver, out the back... Piss off.
The left side. The left! The left! The left!
Pardon. This is my first time driving in the UK.
Really? - Everything's on the wrong bloody side.
You're a Froggy! Frenchman.
Why... Why... Why are you the driver?
Uncle Saul wanted a family member on the mission.
Is that all you got for me, McLeod?
Pig masks and overalls?
Get out!
"Is that all you've got for me, McLeod?"
Well, I've got something for you alright, darlin'.
You know my father said to me, he said, "Son
it don't matter if you've got a two-inch prick
just make sure you hold it like a baseball bat...
You what?
It's alright, McLeod. Dwyer does that to all the boys.
Makes us feel, well... - Like dickless twats?
Like dickless twats.
Ooh. Looks painful.
Aye, the wee shite trapped my hand in the truck door.
So is Dwyer gonna set up an identity parade then?
She hasn't briefed me yet.
Like I told Dwyer, he was wearing a pig mask and overalls.
Did he squeal like a pig?
No. He put on a silly wee voice:
"Oh no, you bloody well don't".
Posh, like.
Posh.
So I take it you got through customs OK, Mr Heimel?
You guys must really stand out in those liveries.
Yeah, I... I would've gone with something a little more incognito.
Vere can we have a little fun around here?
Um...
What kind of fun are you referring to?
Mad fun, dawg.
You can have all the "mad fun" you want once we've dropped you off at Saul Gold's.
All work and no play makes Abel a dull boy.
♪ This speech is my recital... ♪
Turn up the music!
♪ To rock a rhyme that's right on time ♪
♪ It's tricky. Her we go ♪
♪ It's tricky to rock a rhyme ♪
♪ To rock a rhyme that's right on time ♪
♪ It's tricky It's tricky, tricky, tricky, tricky ♪
♪ It's tricky to rock a rhyme ♪
♪ To rock a rhyme that's right on time ♪
♪ It's tricky, tricky, tricky, tricky ♪
♪ I met this little girlie ♪
♪ Her hair was kinda curly ♪
♪ Went to her house and bust her out ♪
♪ I had to leave real early ♪
♪ These girls are really sleazy ♪
♪ All they just say is please me ♪
♪ Or spend some time and rock a rhyme ♪
♪ I said "It's not that easy" ♪
♪ It's tricky to rock a rhyme... ♪
♪ To rock a rhyme... ♪
You don't have any more of those by any chance, do you?
♪ It's tricky, tricky, tricky, tricky... ♪
Molly loves you, dawg.
And I love Molly, pal.
♪ It's tricky to rock a rhyme ♪
♪ To rock a rhyme that's right on time ♪
♪ It's tricky... ♪
Where you been hiding, baby girl?
You' re an arsehole. I'm not talking to you.
I was thinking. You were right.
Your cut of the takings.
What's the catch?
No catch. You earned it.
A truck got heisted last night.
Three banditos in masks.
Rock and roll.
Truck got hit the exact same time that our truck went out.
On the exact same route.
Maybe they were going after your truck and hit the wrong one.
You' re a smart girl, Lotti.
But are you too smart?
What are you talking about, Sonny?
Tell me you don't know.
I don't know. Alright?
Well, if you hear anything...
from around the way...
you let me know.
You' II be the first.
Ah.
Hello, my love.
- Alright, darling. - What's wrong?
Mrs Reid not like the wreath?
No, no. She liked it alright.
You missing me then?
Do you know there's gold on the street, Vic?
Armoured truck heist.
Well, I, um... I did hear a rumour.
Just got me thinking, brought up some feelings.
What kind of feelings?
You don't think it was your gold, do you?
Sweetheart...
...my gold is long gone.
Fifteen years of battles and bodies have seen to that.
How can you know for sure?
Am I hearing right?
Year after year
you've been telling me to get it out of my head.
It's taken me 15 years, Lily, but I've done just that.
Now you want me thinking about it again. What has gotten into you, huh?
That much gold bullion doesn't crop up on a daily basis around here, Vic.
It's just...
a little bit close to home, that's all.
Are you saying you want me to go get it?
No! Absolutely not!
Because I am stuck in here, Lily.
How the fuck am I gonna get it?
I don't want you to get it! You' re not listening.
I was just shaken up by it all, and hearing them moan
all their husbands sniffing about for it...
- Which husbands? Who's sniffing? - Oh, God!
Vic, that's not the point. It doesn't matter who it was.
I want names!
For once, can you just let me talk without making it about you!
Domestic, Vic?
I'll take that as a yes, then.
He's in there, love.
Are you really this broke?
Or are you working the "hot struggling fighter
living in his closet" angle?
I didn't think you messed around with the help?
Who says I'm messing around?
Charlie! Look at your eyes. What have you done?
Life is a rocky road, motek.
Is it? - You gotta loosen up your shit.
Boobies!
Don't pull over, Serge.
Pull over or I paint the dash.
I... I'm pulling over.
You got punked, pussy!
♪ It's tricky to rock a rhyme... ♪
I'll keep an eye on them, Al.
♪ Tricky, tricky, tricky, tricky... ♪
Charlie. Charlie, come here!
♪ It's tricky to rock a rhyme-- ♪ - Sorry, boys.
- No, not all of ya. - Saul.
Yeah. Peachy, Mr Gold. We'll be with you very shortly.
Not you, kid.
♪ It's tricky to rock a rhyme ♪
♪ To rock a rhyme that's... ♪
Ah, ah, ah.
♪ Tricky, tricky, tricky, tricky, huh! ♪
♪ I'm in a rave ♪ - ♪ Jump ♪
♪ Touch mic and make the place ♪ - ♪ Jump ♪
♪ When you hear the bass ♪ - ♪ Jump ♪
♪ Mandem ♪ - ♪ Jump ♪
♪ Gyaldem ♪ - ♪ Jump ♪
♪ When I'm inside ♪ - ♪ Jump ♪
♪ NOV, I bring the vibe ♪ - ♪ Jump ♪
♪ Tell a man take time ♪ - ♪ Jump ♪
♪ Mandem ♪ - ♪ Jump ♪
♪ NOV said ♪ - ♪ Jump... ♪
Mr Heimel.
I'm gonna have to insist we get back on the road immediately.
Mr Gold is waiting for us, you see. - What is your rush, Albert?
We're just blowing off a little steam.
Charlie, come here. Charlie, get up.
Charlie.
Listen to me. Can you help me get these lunatics out of here now!
Al, have I... Have I ever told you I love you?
Eh? - I do.
I mean, sometimes you can be a bit of a crashing bore
and.. And you have a tendency of being a little bit controlling
but I... I really do have very deep feelings for you.
Come here, sit down there. Sit down. Sit down.
Come on, Billy. Come on, Billy. Come on, Billy, answer the phone.
♪ I bring vibe to make you get hype... ♪
Shit!
♪ Might here me inside your ride NRG in a room... ♪
Hey, Boo, what's your sign?
Get out before I call the bouncer!
I got money to burn, baby girl.
Piss off, kid.
Would a kid have these?
Get comfortable.
I'll be right back, baby boy.
- Hello. - Manny.
Yeah?
I've got something for you.
Tell Sonny there's diamonds on the scene.
♪ Touch mic and make the place ♪ - ♪ Jump ♪
♪ When you hear the bass ♪ - ♪ Jump... ♪
Mr Gold.
Where are my diamonds?
Where the hell are you?
We' re just stuck in a bit of traffic at the minute.
We're on our way back into town now.
We won't be long, alright?
Albert-- - I'll call you soon.
Albert Hill.
Fuck me.
Oh, shit.
♪ Might here me inside your ride NRG in a room, I'll maximise ♪
♪ Touch mic and make you conceptualise... ♪
Bomb! Run!
Charlie get your arse out the back door. Abel, move!
Move now! Back door, now!
Don't shoot!
Allez enculé!
Bad dream. Bad dream.
Where's my Schmeckel? Where's my diamonds?
Schmeckel!
Allez enculé!
Yeah. - Go after them!
They shot the tyres out!
- They got the pouch! - What pouch?
The bloody stones! - The diamonds?
Yes, the bloody diamonds! - They've got the diamonds!
How did they get the diamonds? I thought he had the diamonds!
Yes, the diamonds, you... - Oh! I don't fucking believe this!
Shit!
Who... Who were those guys?
Dropping pills in a strip club with a bag of diamonds!
Might as well have put out an advert, Charlie!
What matters now is the stones are gone.
Saul is gonna be very pissed.
How are we gonna tell Saul that we lost his stones?
You can tell him whatever you want, motek.
I'll be on my way back to Brooklyn.
Eh? What? No chance.
You are coming with me to Saul to explain this whole shit show.
You took the job of delivering us to Saul.
You didn't do your job.
I'm not taking the fall for you, bubbeh.
I didn't do my job?
I didn't do my job!
I don't remember a part of this job
where I shoved those Mollys down your throat!
You' II need to be a little bit more decisive
if you' re gonna prosper in this line of work, Albert.
There you go! See?
You are coming with me to Saul Gold, and that is final.
To the airport or we'll bleed you out like a hazer.
It's a pig.
Thanks for the good times, bubbeh.
You ever in Brooklyn
make sure to look me up.
It's been romantic, dawg.
Sorry, bubbeh. Just... Just had to be sure.
Peace.
So what now then?
Lie low in the Costa Del Sol for a few weeks?
You have got to be shitting me!
Who heisted my diamonds?
I don't know yet, Mr Gold.
What do you know, boy?
Are you OK, Mr Cavendish-Scott?
I've had better days, Chloe.
And please call me Charlie.
Strip club?!
Well, I've got some good news that might cheer you up, Charlie.
Ah. You have a spare bag of diamonds?
I spoke to the man who bought your watch.
Molly?!
Uh, and can you get it back? - For twenty thousand, I can.
Motorbike gang?!
Twenty grand? I thought you sold it for ten?
And resold for twenty.
Don't kill the messenger. I can't control market fluctuation.
Shot my nephew?!
I don't have twenty thousand.
Well...
do you have access to any other kind of collateral?
Possibly.
Why did I trust the Hill family with this?
Your old man has always been a liability.
And you, you done the family legacy proud.
- Mr Gold, this is on me, not my dad. - Ah. No, no, no, no.
You made a guarantee. A guarantee is a guarantee.
It's a family affair now, boy.
I want my diamonds back in 48 hours
or I want their market equivalent, which is 250 grand.
Or I will cut off your cock.
I'll put it in a pickle jar.
Do you understand me, boy?
Yeah. I understand you, Mr Gold, yeah.
I just thought, you know, if I got loved up with the Heimels,
I could keep an eye on them.
I thought I was doing the right thing, Al.
You wouldn't know the right thing if it kicked you in the bollocks, Charlie.
Well, that's a bit strong, mate.
No. I'll tell you what's a bit strong.
Saul Gold threatening to cut my cock off
and stick it in a pickle jar
unless I get him his stones or 250 grand in 48 hours!
So unless you feel like cashing in your trust fund
to bail me out, how you gonna help me?
You know I don't have a bloody trust fund!
So how are you gonna help me?
You gonna invite me in for a drink?
You wanna get your brains blown out?
Billy Ayres.
Hard as nails.
I thought you were leaving that prick?
I will. When the time's right.
How about I call you tomorrow?
You can keep two eyes on me all afternoon.
I'll see what I've got on.
Don't go spending my gold.
No idea what you' re talking about, girl.
♪ Into pieces ♪
♪ Into pieces. Yeah! ♪
Fuck!
Shit.
All those kids flashing the weed?
They should leave the gangster shit to the gangsters.
You ever seen a diamond as sweet as that?
These rocks are sweet, man.
I think they'll make me a crown. I don't know.
You see, Albert Hill didn't know what hit him, boss.
You did good, man.
Put 'em in the safe. - Gotcha.
Well, this is intriguing. Back alleys and illicit meetings.
What have you got for me, Charlie?
What are you doing?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
Where did you get these?
If I told you, I'd have to kill you.
What do you want me to do with them?
Sell them and get me back my watch.
Gold's at a premium right now.
I should be able to get you an excellent valuation.
Yeah. One small hitch. - Go on.
They' re stolen. Most likely more than once.
So be very careful who you solicit.
And here I thought you guys were just a couple of small-time hustlers.
Well... - Does Albert know about this?
Yeah, well, I'm growing the operation.
Yeah. Big things ahead.
And if you play this right
there might be a lot more where that came from.
I do understand that, sir.
Yes, of course.
I can't actually divulge that information at this time, but...
Yes, of course, yes...
Yes, as I said...
Posh.
- Happy New Year, Dad. - Take this.
Lucky charm.
Fuck.
Dad's gold.