What's your boy done with my diamonds?
My boy wouldn't rip you off, Saul, he knows what's what.
Let's just tell Saul Gold who heisted it.
BOB: I want that gold, boy.
And if you don't bring it to me, I will come for it.
We' re gonna need a proper safe-cracker.
Norman Gordon! - I have an expertise
that nobody seems to have the patience for.
ALBERT: You crack on, Norman, I'll be back in a minute.
Nobody turns over Sonny Castillo!
ALBERT: We need to find a way to move some of this gold to pay off Saul.
I can fence your gold.
How does she know about the gold? - CHARLIE: Someone had to take action.
Just hear her out, Al.
Yep.
We're on for tonight.
Nice.
Lads... we're on.
ENGINE REVS - TYRES SCREECH
ROCK MUSIC PLAYS
Stand still!
Open it!
- BUZZER SOUNDS
Open it! - DOOR BUZZES
And the cage!
DOOR BUZZES
MEN CHEER
DOOR SLAMS
Armed police! - GUNFIRE
GANG MEMBER: Get down!
GUNFIRE
GANG MEMBER: Uh!
Bob?
You dirty son of a bitch.
AULD LANG SYNE PLAYS IN BACKGROUND
GUNSHOT
BOB: Give me a minute with him, OK?
JIMMY: Two minutes, alright. - Good man.
You sneaky bastard.
You were supposed to tip us off about the bullion
not turn us in!
Where was my cut on the Fanon heist?
I gave you your bloody cut!
Five percent?
You treated me like a lackey
when I gift-wrapped that one for you, Vic.
You know, all I wanted was just to be appreciated.
You know, just to be one of the boys
get an invite to a Sunday roast.
Oh, your feelings hurt?
Did we disrespect your enormous talent for bribing bank tellers, eh?
Let's not dwell on the past, Vic, let's focus on the present.
You are looking at a very long stretch away from your family.
Now, I could help make things a lot easier for them.
The gold is gone. Bent coppers with big ideas.
We both got our pants pulled down.
You put the word on the street
help me find the gold
and I'll make sure Lily and Albert don't want for much.
I'll shoot your bloody kneecaps off!
I'll take that as a "no" then.
Enjoy the next 15 to life, mate. I know I will.
BOB: Take him back to the station and charge him.
JIMMY: Righto, boss.
VIC GRUNTS
DETECTIVE: Vic Hill...
big man.
VIC: Phone call.
I get a phone call.
One.
PHONE RINGS
Oh, hi, darling, it's me.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I ' m alright, I'm alright.
You listen very closely, sweetheart.
Well... it all went according to plan...
till it didn't.
ALBERT: You know there's not a fence in town
willing to take on that kind of heat.
Who said anything about staying local?
Your passports up-to-date?
Passports? - Where are we going?
New York. - New York?
New York now! - You guys heard of Nas Stone?
He's that baller jeweller, right?
Correct!
So, what are we doing here, player?
But not just any baller jeweller. - Time piece?
CHLOE: Nas Stone is the Brooklyn Bling King.
I got it, son.
CHLOE: New York's jeweller to the stars.
We goin' full grill!
You gotta make a splash.
See that shit a mile away. Three diamonds... a ruby...
a Brooklyn B... and a motherfucking peace sign.
Now, normally, this shit gonna run you half a mil
but, uh, you my boy.
We gonna do it for 450 if you blast me on repeat on Twitter and Insta.
Look, no offense, right, but I don't know you
and I trust about as far as I can throw ya
and that is not across the Atlantic.
We'd be back in 24 hours
in time for you to make good with Saul.
And not wanting to put too fine a point on it
he's not gonna give you an extension.
Sounds like a better idea than, you know, waiting around here
to get whacked by Sonny, heh.
How much gold is this Nas Stone fella looking to buy?
He said we'd start off with 250K sterling.
That should take care of your immediate problem.
And then, we' II take it from there if both parties agree.
Alright.
But Charlie and I go with ya.
Already booked the tickets.
You' re gonna cook like a burrito.
Did you find Lotti?
Straight-up vanished.
How about you?
Do you know where my beautiful chica is?
You're not gonna live long enough to regret that.
MANNY CHUCKLES
No one's coming for you, old man.
Billy, you've gotta find a way of getting Norman out
cos he ain't gonna last long with fuckface.
Alright, well... I'll see a man about a dog.
Good lad.
Lotti Mott. - Chloe Koen.
I'm an equal partner.
So, get any clever ideas about blagging my share of the gold
and I'll feed you to the pigs.
Pig fodder. Got it.
I hate to be a downer, but one other thing.
How you getting those past customs?
May I make a suggestion?
INDISTINCT TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT
Get along then.
Have one for me.
DISTORTED SPEECH: The sleeper, you bastard.
Who are you talking to, Dad?
Nobody, son.
Dad, can we go to the funfair this weekend with Billy?
No can do, Albert.
I'm a bit tied up at the moment.
ALBERT: But you said we'd go for my ninth birthday
and we never did.
Yeah.
Sorry about that, mate.
I truly am.
Who are you talking to, Dad?
Bloody sleeper.
ALBERT: But I wanted to go on the carousel.
VIC CHUCKLES Carousel's shite.
ALBERT: How about crazy golf? - That's for kids.
But I am a kid, Dad. - No, you...
No.
Nervous flyer.
I haven't been on a plane since I was a kid.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Beer or wine, sir?
Uh, yeah, let's... let's do a G and T.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Certainly, sir.
Meshes better with the Valium.
It's the only way to fly.
Why did you bring me to this shithole?
I told ya, I'm here to see a man about a dog.
A three-legged dog?
FOLKY ROCK MUSIC PLAYS
Billy fucking Ayres.
Tall Paul. - To what do we owe this honour?
I'm here for a sit-down with Uncle Dean.
A sit-down with Uncle Dean?
Is that fuckin' right?
Ah, you shoulda let us know you were stopping by.
I woulda washed me hair for you, now.
And I would've rolled out the red carpet just for you.
Piss off whilst you still got boots to walk in, pretty boy.
Now, I didn't come here for a tear-up.
If you wanna go that way, I'll hit you so hard, you' II wake up pretty.
LOTTI: Put the brakes on, boys.
Let's move this along, Billy.
Yeah, well, when you grow a set of knackers
you know where to find me, Billy boy!
Hey?!
DISTORTED TONE
CAPTAIN: Ladies and gentlemen this is your captain speaking.
We are about to make our final descent to...
CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY
We still here?
Just give him another couple minutes, alright?
Pussy.
Easy.
Uncle Dean?
Open the door!
DEAN: What?!
THINGS BANG INSIDE CARAVAN
Can't even have a shite without some bas...
Hello.
Well, hello to you.
You are a sweet one, darling.
King Royston's boy? - Yeah.
Huh. The didicoy.
That's right.
I haven't seen you around here in a while.
Yeah, well, uh...
didn't think I was welcome.
Where's my dog?
Dog!
Dog! Hey, dog!
Dog!
Ooh-ooh-ooh...
I put you off, yeah?
DEAN LAUGHS
Here you go, Uncle D. - Thank you.
Y'alright? - Yourself?
Dog!
What do you want, son?
A good man is about to get mullered
and we need your help to get him out.
Well, a lot of good men get mullered.
Can't save 'em all.
This, was me old man's.
I was told it gets me one cooperation.
Well, now.
Well, these boys won't go to war for anybody.
You' re gonna have to scrap for their allegiance.
Call it on.
DEAN CHUCKLES - Dog!
You alright?
I'm fine. Is he?
Next in line.
I do the talking.
Look into the camera.
CAMERA BEEPS
Full fingers.
Thumb.
Look into the camera.
Full fingers.
Thumb.
Business or pleasure?
Pleasure. - Loads of pleasure.
CHARLIE SNORTS AND CHUCKLES
That's quite a purse.
Oh, it's the latest Vuitton.
Looks expensive.
It's nothing compared to my shoe fetish.
CUSTOMS AGENT CHUCKLES
MUSIC: "New Dorp. New York" by SBTRKT
♪ My girl got a minimum ♪
♪ Keep it stuck right there 'til the number comes ♪
♪ Leave a smooth operator lookin' like a bum... ♪
Enjoy your trip. - Thank you.
Thank you.
♪ My girl's got a city to run ♪
♪ Got the key to the kingdom where the money's from ♪
♪ Never seen the colour yellow, never seen the sun ♪
♪ (And he thinks I'm the negative one) ♪
♪ Flags flappin' in Manhattan ♪
♪ New Dorp, New York ♪
♪ Gargoyles gargling oil ♪
♪ Peak of the empire, top of the rock ♪
♪ Flags flappin' in Manhattan ♪
♪ New Dorp, New York ♪
♪ Gargoyles gargling oil ♪
♪ Peak of the empire, top of the rock... ♪
The Big Apple, baby!
HE IMITATES NEW YORK ACCENT: Hey, forget about it!
Cab? - Already booked.
Be a gentleman, would you?
Ah, milady.
Smooth. Really smooth.
♪ New Dorp, New York ♪
ATTICUS: 24 hours? You guys gotta check out Goattles.
Stellar goat milk bar in East Williamsburg.
Wanted to invest in the place
but I got too many other projects.
I do cab for the networking.
You gotta diversify your entrepreneurial ventures
if you wanna make it these days.
I got my screen printing business
virtual reality app and bike shop I co-own.
That's my main gig.
Ride or Die Cyclery
largest selection of vintage bikes on the East Coast.
Yeah, well, you sound like you got your fingers
in a lot of little pies, mate.
Oh, everyone's trying to make it rich.
You just gotta try harder than the next guy, right?
Well, sometimes the riches just fall out the back of a truck
and land in your lap.
How far to Nas Stone? - Not far.
Nas Stone?
You guys ballers or gangsters?
Well, we ain't ballers!
CHARLIE LAUGHS AND SNORTS
MUSIC: "Do It Anyway" by Sinead Harnett
♪ I get high doin' what I want ♪
♪ And I wanna get high today ♪
♪ So go ahead and waste your time ♪
♪ Try'na change my mind ♪
♪ Cos I'm gonna do it anyway ♪
♪ Hello, hell no, the darkness is beautiful ♪
♪ And I'm just setting the time ♪
♪ Oh baby, now I don't need to Be a part of this crowd of fools ♪
♪ So I'm just taking the throne... ♪
I'm hearing good things from Saul Gold about you.
You bringin' in the business, girl.
Things seem to be going well.
Uh, but if I understand correctly
this is a little something off the books.
These are my associates, Albert Hill
and Charlie Cavendish-Scott. - Good to meet you, man.
♪ ...so go ahead and waste your time try'na change my mind ♪
♪ Cos I'm gonna do it anyway... ♪
So... I got a backlog of orders
stretching halfway down the block.
Charlie, the bag?
Sorry, the... the what?
The bag, Charlie.
What bag?
The bag.
The bag!
Charlie?
How could you leave the bag in the back of a fucking cab, Charlie?
In what part of your warped perception was this my fault
more than it was yours?
Charlie, the bag is there, sat next to you on the seat.
All you have to do is hold onto it
carry it out of the cab and into the store, Charlie!
Bollocks.
Just... it was just bad luck.
OK, can... can we just please just concentrate on getting it back now?
Can we?
What did the cab firm say?
"Thanks for your enquiry
one of our team will get back to you within 48 hours."
We don't have 48 hours.
VIC SIGHS AND GROANS
Hello, love.
I got a bad feeling about this one, Vic.
VIC: About what?
LILY: The heist.
The gold.
Spain. - No, no, no, no.
Nothing to worry about. I got it handled.
A week from now, we'll be coastal royalty.
Tapas and sangria for all eternity.
VIC CHUCKLES
What about his schooling?
Oh, well, they got schools in Costa del Sol.
Private schools.
Well, what about all my friends here?
You' II make new friends, son.
I'll take you to see Real Madrid at the Bernebéu
and maybe get you a summer job...
as a bullfighter.
VIC GROWLS
ALBERT: Cool.
Stop filling my son's head with your nonsense, Vic.
VIC: You wanna stay in this shithole forever?
This is our shot.
Trust me.
Ah, Eddie Flowers.
The tongue-less wonder.
Still playing with knives after what they done to ya?
LILY: Leave him be.
Lily Hill.
What do you want?
Well, I was just passing by.
I thought I'd pop in and pay my respects.
You've paid 'em.
Oh. How's life treating Vic?
You know he hasn't written to me. Not even a postcard.
I'm sure he' II catch up with you one day.
Mmm.
How's that young lad of yours?
That gang of his?
They' re keeping their noses clean, are they?
As a whistle. - Good.
Good.
That room's for staff.
You know, I never could smell the roses, Mrs Hill.
But I could always sniff out a rotten apple.
Eddie... show the gentleman the door.
There's no need.
Send my regards to Albert.
Right, OK, we need to find this guy. Now, what do we know?
Just about everything. He practically downloaded us his life story.
Goat milk bar. - Screen printing business.
The virtual reality app.
The bike shop!
TYRES SCREECH
Oh, shit. - Where's the bag?
What bag?
What do I look like?
Well, you' re 5'10-ish, dark, cropped hair.
Hazelnut eyes. - Do I look like a dick?
A dick? - Does he look like a dick?
No. No, I don't think you look like a dick.
Then why are you jerking him off like a dick?
Oh! OK, OK, OK!
I did have your gold... I mean bag.
But I don't anymore.
Right, so who has it now?
I... I put it up for auction.
Who did you put it up for auction with, who?!
The Xiang Sisters! - Oh, not good.
Who are the Xiang Sisters? They sound hot.
Black market fences who auction anything from kidneys to rocket launchers.
Get me my gold bag. - I can't, I can't, I swear!
Get me my gold bag! - I swear I can't.
All submissions to the auction are final.
Oh, but you can get us in.
Get us in! - Ah, OK, OK!
I can... I can get you into the auction.
Well... thank you.
REGGAE MUSIC PLAYS
BUZZING NOISES
BUZZING STOPS
This time...
I want Windrush.
I need the best cleaner, nothing less.
Windrush still not here.
But I can introduce you to the Murphy's Law Lads.
KNUCKLES CRACK
Right!
A scrap for our allegiance, Mushy!
CROWD CHEER
And... Tall Paul! - Yeah!
Billy here fights for our cooperation!
Both?
Oh, your dad would have knocked the shite out of both of 'em.
Come on, Billy. - Right!
Let's be having ya!
Wait... wait...
CROWD SHOUT
Come on, Billy.
Do your worst!
CROWD CHEER AND SHOUT
Go on there!
Go on!
CROWD GROAN
DEAN LAUGHS
LOTTI: Yes, Billy!
Oh, let me have a look at that.
DEAN LAUGHS
You are King Royston's boy.
We shall break your man out for you, son.
PHONE LINE RINGS
AUTOMATED VOICE: The number you have dialled is not in service.
PHONE BEEPS - LILY SIGHS
PHONE BEEPS - LILY SIGHS AGAIN
SHE WHISPERS Come on, Albert.
PHONE RINGS AND BEEPS
Where are you?
Eddie, could you come to the house please, love?
I need you to take a delivery to Father John's for me.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
MUSHY: Tommy... Tommy, you're gonna be with me, right?
BILLY: Right, then.
Let's get Norman out.
You're a game lad, Billy.
But we're going in heavy.
So you stay here and look after the lass.
I'm going in with ya.
I am not asking you, son.
Good lad.
Lady Carnation, bless us.
ORGAN PLAYS - Lovely, great.
And now, we are blessed.
Come on, Dad! - Right.
Let us make some noise, boys.
Come on!
HEAVY ROCK METAL PLAYS
DEAN SCREAMS
DEAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY - GUNFIRE
LOTTI: What's a didicoy?
I heard Uncle Dean call you that at the campsite.
A half gypsy. - Oh yeah?
Which half?
My old man.
He was a traveller from up north.
My mum...
CROWD CHEER
...she was a punk singer from the East End.
He was working as a bouncer at one of her shows when they met.
Knocked her up.
♪ Too many things on my to-do list ♪
♪ I cross them off, but they're all dismissed ♪
♪ Goodbye work, no you ain't been kissed ♪
♪ So to bang bang bang bang, just like this... ♪
♪ Watch out, I'm about to blow ♪
♪ Like tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom ♪
♪ Watch out, I'm about to blow ♪
♪ Like tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom ♪
♪ I lock my doors looking for a sign ♪
♪ That my face has another line ♪
♪ Give your opinion but I don't mind ♪
♪ It's all the same, same, same, same all the time ♪
♪ Watch out, I'm about to blow ♪
♪ Like tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom ♪
♪ Watch out, I'm about to blow ♪
♪ Like tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom ♪
♪ Oh! ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ Boy, you must say ♪
♪ These bills can pay, pay themselves ♪
♪ I try, I try to pray ♪
♪ but no one will ever touch it, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, watch out, I'm about to blow ♪
♪ Like tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom ♪
♪ Watch out, I'm about to blow ♪
♪ Like tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom ♪
♪ Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom ♪
♪ Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom ♪
Problem was, he was promised to the daughter
of another traveller family...
and they didn't take too kindly to him breaking off the wedding
and shacking up with some...
...some settler slut.
The night I was born, he had a little run-in
with his betrothed's kin.
HE SNIFFS
Took 12 blades to the gut.
I'm so sorry, Billy.
Yeah, well, I'm not.
Never knew the guy.
OK, I'm done playing!
GUN COCKS
Uh!
GUN COCKS
Who the fuck are you?
I'm Uncle Dean, pal.
GUNSHOT
"ODE TO JOY" PLAYS
So you' re a single girl.
Or available.
Norman, mate.
Geez, you alright?
Those bastards couldn't break me, boy.
Come here. - Ah. Mm.
DEAN LAUGHS - MEN CHEER
Job done, lads!
I bloody love Pikeys.
MEN CHEER
DEAN: Aren't you sweet? You have impeccable taste!
MEN CHEER
SIRENS WAIL
BOUNCER: Private party.
OK. - OK.
Bandit territory.
Keep an eye out. - I'll be at the bar.
It's the best vantage point, Al.
HARD ROCK MUSIC PLAYS
♪ Say what you mean and I'm ready to go ♪
♪ I'm tellin' the truth ♪
♪ My head's spinnin' out of control... ♪
I'm Maggie Xiang, and this is our house.
You are?
My name's Chloe Koen and this is my client, Mr. Hill.
And what are your client's interests?
On this occasion, precious metals.
Then he won't be disappointed.
Booth number three.
GUARD: All sales are final
and payable immediately after sale.
GONG SOUNDS
ANNOUNCER: In lot four, we have a triple-headed vibrator
embellished with 100 white and pink sapphires
pearls, and diamonds.
Bidding starts at 100,000 dollars.
What can I get you there, sir? - I, um...
Virgin mojito.
Sure thing.
ANNOUNCER: A must-have for every girl in town.
A purse made of solid gold ingots. Place your bids!
Motek!
Heimels! What are you doing here?
Double tequila shots all around.
What are you doing here, Charlie?
You' re a long way from home, dog.
International business, fellas.
And you, you got your eye on anything?
Diamonds, bubba.
Always diamonds.
Wire details for immediate transfer, 350,000 dollars.
TASER BUZZES - MAN GRUNTS
What else have you got in there?
Don't you know it's rude to ask a girl what she's got in her purse?
Business is done, Mr. Hill.
Time to relax.
Well, thank you very much for your hospitality
but we actually have a plane to catch.
GUARD: Stop them!
Hyuh!
Looks like you've got problems, Charlie.
No shit, Abel.
WOMEN SPEAK CHINESE
We do owe you, Charlie.
This is a robbery!
Get me that diamond, Balabusta.
I think this belongs to us.
Sorry for the shtunk with Saul Gold, Albert.
I hope he didn't pull your trousers down too far.
Don't worry about it. I'd say we' re even.
Taxi! - Don't even think about it, Schmeckel.
Brothers...
THEY CHEER
My man!
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.
So...
how you want your scrilla?
ALL: Cash.
CLUNKING
STAIRS CREAK
If you've trampled my azaleas, you' re gonna be sorry.
GUN COCKS
NORMAN: Lily, hold up. It's me, Norman Gordon.
Oh, Jesus, Norman, you could've just rung the doorbell.
I was... hoping not to wake you, love.
You alright, mate?
Spot of bother, Lil.
I couldn't go to the hospital on this one.
I'll get you a glass of water.
How 'bout a splash of something stronger?
Hmm?
Well, you won't be winning any beauty pageants, Norm, that's for sure.
Just to have a shot at entering is all I ask.
NORMAN WINCES
Norman?
Earth to Norman?
NORMAN GRUNTS
Oh, sorry, love, heh.
Must be a bit tired.
Well, you rest up.
Ow! - Oh, sorry, love.
Can you manage? - Yeah.
Oh, thank you.
I'll check in on you later.
DEAN: Come on. Come on.
I figure you'll be wanting what's in this wee pouch?
And those readies are all yours.
Well, I was thinking...
about putting some Roman columns outside my caravan.
BOTH LAUGH
You are alright with us, son.
Thank you, Uncle Dean. - Enjoy.
Thank you.
BOTH CHEER
We got our diamonds back, baby! - Yes!
Alright, boys, don't stop till you've found it.
Vic? What happened, mate? Oh!
Get yourself in there. Mind your head.
Horrible bastards, what'd they do to ya?
Oh, man, horrible's not the word, Hate 'Em.
Being in the hole was incredibly...
...enlightening.
VIC LAUGHS
CUSTOMS OFFICER: Anything to declare?
Yeah. Don't go to New York.