Have you any idea just how much shit your boy and his mates are in?
PETERS: Witness says they were negotiating
with a bunch of sheikhs
over what looked like a gold bath. - Gold bath?
Spread the word, Hate 'Em.
The Mad Hatter's Tea Party will commence tomorrow.
MALE INMATES YELL
DWYER: Vic Hill escaped.
Took a guard hostage and staged a riot.
When did you two get out? - About 37 minutes ago.
What has gotten into you? - He thinks you're putting the moves on her.
I am not putting the moves on Chloe.
Tread carefully.
The posh one's got a hard-on for you.
Of course I take you seriously, Charlie.
No, no, I... I mean...
In that way?
Wh--
No! No!
You should be in prison finishing out the rest of your sentence.
What the hell have you gone and done?
I think I should be asking you the very same question.
My old lady supping a glass of wine with my old mate. Very fucking cosy.
Only Vic Hill could think two friends having a meal together needs more
explaining than a bloody jailbreak. - Well, the imagination doesn't have
too many fences to leap before it runs wild, if you know what I mean.
NORMAN: Just take a breath, Vic.
Lily was arrested last night
and we felt it best that she didn't go back home alone.
Arrested? For what?
It was nothing, you don't need to worry about it.
NORMAN: No, he needs to know, Lil.
Bob Fink planted a shooter at the house.
Pinched her on a false gun charge.
Bob Fink?
Why'd he come through the doors?
I don't know, Vic. Maybe he thought I had an ear on the gossip.
This bullion robbery has got everyone riled up all over again.
And do you... have an ear on the gossip, Lil?
Hmm?
Fifteen years later and you're still obsessed with the gold.
You haven't even given me a hug!
She's been through the ringer.
She needs your support, mate.
Am I to understand that you're advising me
how to talk to my wife? - No.
No, not at all, Vic.
I'm just trying to keep everybody happy.
Then do just that, Norm.
Keep me happy, give me a clue
a whiff to sniff out my pile.
NORMAN SIGHS You're chasing shadows, Vic.
Hate 'Em?
Vic.
Fancy a stroll?
Nothing like an afternoon walk to give one clarity.
What do you say, Norman?
HE POURS A DRINK
HE CHUCKLES
That's a quality job, we did on that.
Uh, see, this is not a question about quality, Uncle Dean.
Yeah. More a question of portability.
You what?
Move-around-able-ness.
ALL THE MEN IN UNISON: Ah!
See, a bath's a bit difficult to move, innit?
And well... We, uh...
We're gonna need it re-smelted.
Re-smelted?
HE SIGHS
CHILDREN WHOOP AND SCREAM
Ah...
We will do it.
On one condition.
HE SIGHS Alright.
Who've we gotta iron out this time?
MAN COUGHS
No, no. Hey, no! No, no. - UNCLE DEAN CHUCKLES
No fighting this time, Billy son.
Just a wee chat. - A wee chat?
Oi! Come here. You alright?
I got Norman's message. He told me Bob Fink had arrested you!
Yeah, we've got... - SHE SIGHS
...bigger problems than Fink, right now
Albert. - Go on.
Your dad's out.
He's out? What do you mean, he's out?
LILY: As in out of prison.
Bowling around free as a bird.
Busted out with Hate 'Em this afternoon. - ALBERT SIGHS
He's broken out to get the gold.
All roads lead to Rome.
Selfish prick.
We gotta tell him we've got it. - No.
No. No, you can't do that, Albert. - Why?
He's not thinking straight.
He'll mess it all up, and he'll take you down with him.
What you gotta do is get him off the street.
Just get him off the street.
Yeah?
Who's this?
This is Chloe Koen, Mum, my business associate.
Hey, Mrs Hill. It's really nice to meet you.
Since when did you have a business associate?
Chloe, fill her in.
You be nice. I'm gonna have a look for him.
There's only a couple of places that he could be.
So tell me, Chloe.
What exactly is your racket?
CHLOE STUTTERS: Well, I'm not sure what my racket is, Mrs Hill.
I've just been helping Albert with some connections to help move...
the, uh...
consignment.
You're too pretty for a fence.
I don't see myself as a fence -
more of a facilitator.
And are you an effective facilitator?
CHLOE STUTTERS
I'd say I was a work in progress.
And can you actually help Albert move this consignment
or are you just pissing in the wind like everybody else in this neighbourhood?
I'm doing my best, Mrs Hill.
Well, I need you to do better, Chloe.
My family is in trouble.
STAFF SLAPS CHARLIE - CHARLIE GRUNTS
What are you doing here, Master Charles?
What are you doing here, Staff?
I attend the manor house once monthly to besom out the cobwebs.
"Time will surrender, dormant, so the rainbows of new eras can emerge.
Despite the hollowness of you."
I think a hot bath
and a change of clothes are in order. - I can't have a bath
my dear friend. The gold tub...
is gone.
Long gone.
Gold tub, Master Charles?
Mmm. It is presently being re-smelted
into a giant, gold, gleaming bust
of Albert Hill
by Uncle Dean and his clan of gypsy artisans.
What on earth are you talking about? - Shh.
CHARLIE WHISPERS: I speak of secrets. - STAFF SIGHS
To London!
Staff, all this...
country air...
is starting to repair my lungs.
CHARLIE WHISPERS God forbid!
Woah!
For Christ's sake, Dwyer! Is nowhere sacred?
Sorry, sir. It's Bob Fink.
He's become a full-blown liability.
Shot up a car park, killing Father John in the process.
Then takes it upon himself to pinch Lily Hill on a trumped-up gun charge.
Look, if Fink wants to...
piss the day away chasing B-listers
he can arrest the family goldfish for all I care.
He's up to something, sir. I think that he's got a lead.
You have an entire unit of the Flying Squad at your disposal.
Do you need a bigger strap-on to sort out one problematic little officer?
No, no, the strap-on that I have should suffice, sir.
You need to focus your attention on finding Vic Hill.
If anyone can lead us to the bullion and help crack this investigation, it's him.
Yes, sir.
Hey, Nas, it's Chloe Koen here.
I have a business proposition that I think you'll be interested in.
Give me a call back when you get this message.
OK, speak soon. Kiss, kiss.
To the nearest public house, Staff.
Absolutely not. I'm taking you home to sober up.
Well, that is not gonna happen!
I'm gonna... DRUNKEN GRUNT
What do you think you're doing?
Anon, Staff. - Master Charles!
Get back here immediately!
Master Charles!
Here he is.
Lady Carnation, Billy Ayres.
LADY CARNATION GASPS
Even more like him up close.
Uh...
What's this all about?
This is the chat.
I'll, uh, I'll leave you to it.
I'm, uh, sorry, but...
Do I know you?
You know of me.
King Royston.
As in, my old man.
Uh-huh.
Yeah, what about him?
I'm afraid...
I'm the one that had him done over, lad. - SHE GASPS
As in, cut to ribbons.
Well, good on you.
I'm sure he had it coming.
Billy, wait!
UNCLE DEAN SMACKS LIPS - HE SIGHS
PEOPLE IN PUB CHEER
So the truck barrels down the frog and toad.
Hits the spike strip, pop-pop-pop-pop-pop.
Tyres shredded like cheddar stand at ease.
I run up to the driver, all cock and balls
when he pulls out a heater.
Sticks dos barrels right in my boat race.
But I'm too quick for him.
I smack the heater out of his German bands, swing it round at him
and he pony-traps in his Alan Whickers.
THEY LAUGH
Look it up on YouTube, mate. It's all there, in full digital glory.
Can I get a picture with you?
I've never met a real-life gangster before.
Well, now you have.
It's all Dom Perignon and trips to Rio from now on, darlin'.
UNCLE DEAN GRUNTS - HE SNIFFS
She's dying, you know.
That's a shame.
All she wants is a wee word.
Talk about the old times.
Yeah, I know everything I need to know.
I'll tell the boys to stop smelting then
Will I?
Right.
UNCLE DEAN CLEARS HIS THROAT
What d'you think she wants to talk about? - How should I know?
Gloat, probably.
Listen, my parents...
however you tell it...
they come out looking like tossers.
A pair of irresponsible wankers.
Random shag, baby on a doorstep, and a dead pikey.
And she is the one that offed him.
Ah... That's a shit story.
Wanna know what I think?
Ah, here we go. - I think it suits you
having a half-arsed idea of it all.
Yeah, and how's that then?
Cos as long as you're not tied to something solid
Billy Ayres...
you can walk away whenever you like.
INDISTINCT CHATTER - GIRL LAUGHS
DOOR CLICKS OPEN - CHARLIE: After you.
THEY CHUCKLE
Oh, I love what you've done with the place, doll.
You can move in if you like.
I could do with a hard man's touch.
Oh, it'd be rude not to. HE CHUCKLES
THEY KISS
Well, well, well, look what the pussy cat dragged in.
Oh, God. Not you again.
Buckle up, Charlie. You're in for a rough ride.
ENGINE STARTS
MAN SLURPS DRINK
MEN MAKE FAKE SNORING SOUNDS
Very subtle.
There he is. Oh! Albert, my son and heir!
Father. - You know.
You're a resourceful one, you know. How'd you find us, Albert?
Call it an educated guess. - HATE 'EM CHUCKLES
He isn't half sharp, your boy. Isn't he, eh? - Yeah.
The apple does not fall far from the tree, Hate 'Em.
Ain't that the truth.
HE CHUCKLES
Come here, boy. Give me a hug.
VIC LAUGHS: Oh.
Come on, give me a hug.
Oh. - VIC INHALES SHARPLY
Oh...
I feel the strain of fifteen years of loss in your embrace, boy.
You're half cut. - Oh, well, that is incorrect because I...
am intoxicated on possibility.
VIC LAUGHS
Ooh... - Go on then, get that down ya.
HATE 'EM MUMBLES
So what's the idea of you busting out of prison?
Eh? You know Mum's worried sick.
Well, your mum seems alright to me, Albert. In fact, she is positively made up!
Yeah, well, why don't you come back to Norman's and lay low for a bit, eh?
VIC CHUCKLES: Lay low? I think not, son.
Myself and Hate 'Em have got things to do. Is that not right, my trusty steed?
HATE 'EM: That's right, yeah. Uh, our calendar's, uh, fully booked.
ALBERT HITS TABLE - BOTH MEN: Oh!
What things?
You know, pot of gold.
End of the rainbow and all that.
You heard anything about those chancers that boosted it?
Yeah.
You got your shell-like close to the wire. Right, boy?
I haven't heard anything.
Probably out of the country and sold by now, isn't it?
Oh, no I...
VIC: ...beg to differ, you see because... - HATE 'EM: Sold? No! No, no chance.
VIC SNIFFS: I can smell it. - HATE 'EM: It...
VIC: Close by. - HATE 'EM: Very close.
Yeah, well, who knows, eh?
VIC GRUNTS
You do know, you two stand out like a pair of big bollocks
on the back end of a very small dog, don't you?
Why don't you do yourself a favour and get your arse over to Norman's.
And give Mum one less thing to worry about, eh?
Don't make your mum's worries your own, boy. You'll never grow up.
Oi, what's the hurry, son? - Stay, stay, stay and have a shandy.
Oi, who said what to him? Oi! - VIC: Albert, Albert!
Flying Squad. Shit.
MAN SIGHS
Mum, I've found him.
Where is he? Is he OK?
Yep, he's fine. He's at the Spieler. There's two...
two unmarked outside casing the joint. Looks like Heavy Mob.
We've gotta get him out of there. Now.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
Here, come on then, this way, luv. Anyway...
WOMEN LAUGH
I hope you told him what's what. - Hmm?
I hope you told him what's what! - I did!
WOMAN: And I told my Terry... - Get a load of these two.
I'd go with the one on the left. - She'd eat you alive, mate.
Catch him snorting bugle off that bird's tits again
I'll chop it off and put it in the mincer, Shell.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
Dad, we've gotta get you out of here, now. There's plain clothes outside.
You sure, son? - Yes, I'm sure, come on.
I got a van runnin' in the back alley.
INDISTINCT CHATTER - GLASSES SMASH
HATE 'EM: Wait for me, wait for me! Hey! Wait!
IMPACT GROANS
Come on, come on, come on! - Let's get out of here, yeah?
HATE 'EM: I'm coming, I'm coming! Oi! Wait for me, wait for me!
Well, you two look well suspicious, lurking around like a couple of peados.
What you up to then, eh?
I'll tell you what they're up to, Shell. They're waiting for us, aren't you, boys?
No, Dad, hold up. Right, slow down, slow down, slow down.
WOMEN LAUGH
Aye, hang on, what you doing? Oi!
No. No, no! No! Come on. - No chance.
WOMAN YELLS
I'm gonna have to ask... - DRUNKEN LAUGHTER
Move.
Oh! Vic, I think I've been stung.
Ow, me too.
Oh, those dirty filth. They've blow-piped us, Hate 'Em.
Ah, they've done me again, Vic.
Hey! Oi! - Dad, get in the van.
Eddie?
Albert? - Sorry.
VIC GRUNTS
Oh, he's touching me. He's touching me.
WOMEN LAUGH - INDISTINCT ARGUMENT
Hate 'Em? - HATE 'EM THUDS TO THE GROUND
Albert!
Wait for me!
ENGINE STARTS
WOMAN: Hey! You are so naughty! - INDISTINCT ARGUMENT
Isn't he naughty? - Johnson, isn't that?
Hate 'Em All Henry.
Get off! Move! Move! Get out! - WOMEN SHRIEK
Vic!
Wait for me!
Good luck, mate!
Shit! - Get back in the car.
Fuck!
VIC INHALES THROUGH TEETH - HE GRUNTS
So this is what it's come to, eh?
Shot and tied up by my own family. - What'd you expect?
It's the only way we can get you to listen, innit.
You listen to me, Albert!
You untie me right now or so help me God
I will tear you another arsehole. - For God's sake! Shut up, Victor!
Just shut up!
Leave me alone with your father please, Albert.
No, I'm staying here with you. - I need to talk to your dad alone.
Go on.
Let's hear it, Lily, I'm all ears.
All I've ever wanted...
is to have you back home.
Don't you understand?
So, untie me. Let me show you what I can do for my family.
You're bugger-all use to us in prison, Vic.
Oh, so, I've been bugger-all use for 15 years?
The penny drops.
I have paid my price. It is time to collect.
And what about the price me and have paid, eh?
What about all those years that boy never had a father
and I never had a husband.
I'm very sorry about that, Lily.
If you untie me, I promise you, I will make it up to both of you.
What we are owed
cannot be weighed in gold, Vic.
Do not leave me tied up in here, Lily Hill.
You will stay in that chair
until you grow a brain or a conscience Victor Hill.
I'd be happy with either.
Lily...
VIC SHOUTING: Lily!
DOOR OPENS
DOOR SLAMS
Alright then.
Let's hear it.
Expect you know your mammy was a singer.
CROWD CHEERS - ♪ So go bang, bang ♪
♪ Bang, bang, just like ♪
♪ Tick-tick, boom! ♪
♪ Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick-tick, boom! ♪
♪ Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom! ♪
Uh, Romeo and Juliet it ain't, but it has a certain class.
Yeah, well, even a deadbeat has his moments.
Ah yes, you probably thought she was a drunken slut
and he was there to nick the tour bus, huh?
I may have started rumours to that effect.
Well, that doesn't change anything. Does it?
He had his warnings, he knew the stakes.
Marriage promise was struck when we were still kiddies.
Ask you this, love.
Why'd you think he risked it all that morning?
You must have wondered.
All he had to do was...
leave your ma alone for five minutes meet me at the altar. He'd still be alive.
WOMAN SCREAMS
It's OK. It's gonna be fine.
BABY CRIES
Uh, drunk. Stubborn.
Listen, how should I know?
He sent me this
the night before.
SHE SCOFFS
Poetic little bugger, weren't he?
"I'm sorry
but feck it. I love her."
That doesn't help.
And it doesn't change anything.
He'll put down roots! Take a stand!
Take it serious!
All that fairy-tale bullshit...
still got him killed.
HE SCREAMS
FIGHTING GRUNTING
IMPACT YELLING
No.
No, y'daft twat.
What killed him was sending a sorry note to someone who couldn't read.
BODY CRASHES TO THE GROUND
WOMAN CRIES
WOMAN YELLING: You bastard!
Well, I stayed here anyway.
And I'll tell you, Billy, it's an easy life.
Satellite telly, BaByliss foot-spa
and access to every dreamboat in camp.
But sometimes, Billy, sometimes...
the harder thing's the better thing, y'know?
I learnt that the same time as me ABCs.
He made the right choice.
I'm sorry I buggered it up for him. And I wanted to say so before--
That's it.
SHE CHUCKLES
BOB FINK CHEWS NOISILY
Oh, isn't this lovely, Charlie?
Getting to know each other a little better over a bit of raw fish.
What the hell do you want from me, you fucking lunatic?
You know exactly what I want.
But I'm done asking, so I'll just let you volunteer the information
in your own good time.
You'll get nothing from me.
Do you think your friend Albert Hill would take the same punishment for you?
I do. Twice as much.
But where is he, Charlie?
You're the one tied up on the floor like a beaten dog.
You're the one about to get each and every one of your teeth
kicked down your noble throat.
And your best pal, maybe your only pal
is nowhere to be seen.
HE SNIFFS
You might wanna consider re-buttering your bread, mate.
CHARLIE BREATHES HEAVILY
BOB FINK GRUNTS
Fair warning, mate.
Things are gonna get a lot worse
before they get better.
Oh, God.
We had him. - Had?
In the past tense, as in we no longer have him?
He slipped through the net, sir.
Now, far be it from me to draw attention to the self-evident
but in this age of equal opportunities, I was...
so very much looking forward to proving the naysayers wrong in my...
recommending a woman to lead the Flying Squad.
I was the best candidate for the job.
Well, that's where we differ, Dwyer.
I think the best candidate for the job would be up to the task
of tracking a stick-up artist long past his sell-by date
and his eight-foot Neanderthal bushwhacker without allowing them
to slip through the net.
I can explain, sir. - Yeah, one moment, please, Dwyer.
If you don't lock down Vic Hill, Dwyer, I will.
And then what use would I have for you?
On it, sir.
Alright.
Vic. - VIC GRUNTS
NORMAN: You OK? - Having a ball. Thanks for asking.
I feel for you, Vic, truly.
I can't imagine being away from a... - HE INHALES DEEPLY
...beautiful family like yours all those years.
It would have torn me apart.
Every second of every day.
NORMAN POURS A DRINK
Here.
VIC GRUNTS
VIC SIGHS
How long have we known each other, Norm?
NORMAN BLOWS Well...
HE CHUCKLES
Well, it's gotta be pushing 30 years now.
VIC CHUCKLES
We kicked in a few doors back in the day, eh, pal?
THEY BOTH CHUCKLE
More than doors, Vic.
VIC SNIFFS AND BLOWS
I've let you all down.
I know that now.
VIC SIGHS
I want to make it right.
For Lily, for Albert.
For you, Norm.
For me?
Well, let's face it
it hasn't exactly been easy for you these past 15 years either.
You got left out on your arse when I got nicked.
I feel responsible for that.
Well... it hasn't been easy.
VIC SIGHS
Cut me loose, old pal.
Let me make things right.
For all of us.
Well, that gold's as much mine as it is anybody's...
Right, Vic?
More than most, Norm.
VIC SIGHS
NORMAN GRUNTS
VIC GRUNTS - HE SIGHS
VIC GRUNTS WITH RELIEF
Be lucky, Vic.
Luck's for losers, Norm.
VIC CLICKS HIS TONGUE
Listen, it's possible that I've...
been, like...
keeping you at arm's length or, or whatever...
for...
for the wrong reasons.
I'm so used to just...
Move-about-able-ness?
Move-about-able-ness.
Then maybe we should just stay put for a bit.
See if it fits.
Yeah.
LOTTI WHISPERS Yeah.
THEY KISS
Your owner's a bugger, you know that?
CHARLIE GASPS IN DISGUST
Oh, Scooter
I think it's possible I may have cocked up in an unprecedented sort of way.
DOG WHINES
Remind me to apologise to Chloe and Albert.
HE SIGHS If I ever get out of here alive.
OK, Nas, that's great.
Let me know your travel arrangements and we'll work out all the details.
OK. Bye.
Yes!
CHLOE BREATHLESS - What are you all excited about?
Nas Stone is coming to London tomorrow morning.
Is he really? And we're happy about this why?
He wants the rest of the gold, Albert.
What, like, all of the rest of it?
SHE STUTTERS: I had to be competitive with the price.
Fifteen percent discount for the bulk purchase.
I hope that's OK? But he says he'll take all of it.
Yeah, no, that's more than OK. That is brilliant!
CHLOE SHRIEKS
LILY: Albert! - Yeah.
What's up? - He's gone.
What do you mean he's gone? - Your dad. He's gone.
ALBERT YELLS
IMPACT GRUNTING
Shit!
You ever think to use a zebra crossing?
MAN GROANS
MAN CONTINUES GROANING
It might be beneficial to your health, mate.
Vic? - Bob?
I'll rip your head off!
Put the brakes on, Vic.
You wouldn't wanna assault an officer of the law
on top of everything else you're up against at the minute.
You ain't the law, Bob. You never were.
Whether I am or ain't, it suited you fine, once.
VIC CHUCKLES
Fifteen years, I've wondered.
Why?
Why'd you do it, Bob?
The gold.
Decent cut earmarked for you.
Why did you rip me off?
I could pretend it was the promise of a bigger cut.
I could pretend the badge was still worth a toss back then.
But you know the truth, Vic?
They took me out for a pint.
Flying Squad detectives and brass
they acted like I was crew.
That simple.
To you lot, I was only ever-- - A convenient grass.
Why you hassling my family?
Tracking Albert, arresting Lily. What do you want?
You know what. Same thing as you.
Nah. It's more than the gold, isn't it, Bob?
Fact is, it ain't really the gold you want at all, is it?
Then you tell me, Vic what is it, what is it I want?
Bragging rights.
Pride.
Suck some of that poison inside of you.
Show 'em all who the smart one is, right? I see you.
I put you...
I put you onto the best scores of your career.
I made Vic Hill.
Me!
All you had to do was just show a little bit of appreciation.
Oh! The cold bloody fish who just wanted a cuddle!
You sold us to the Sweeney just cos they pretended to like you.
First chance they got, they heaved you out of the way and all. Do you know why?
Do you know why? - Enlighten me, Vic.
Because you're a sinister bollock.
A fuck-up merchant that no one wants at the party.
It's because you cannot be trusted with big boy's toys.
You're right.
I am a very sad man.
I'm a very lonely man.
Not like you.
Surrounded by your loving family.
Where are they again?
Some people just don't appreciate what they've already got.
They're too blind to see what's right under their noses.
Oh, you know something.
You got a lead on the metal, haven't you? Hmm?
You've only got to ask, Vic. I'll clue you in.
Level playing field, may the best man win and all that.
All you've gotta do is say "please".
HE CHUCKLES Like you said, pride.
You robbed me of mine. I'll have yours instead.
That gold is mine!
And I will not have some slimy little two-bob shit nick it
because nobody ever hugged him!
You don't know, do you?
You have no clue.
Know what?
BOB FINK WHISPERS: Bang!
BOB SIGHS
You hugged your boy lately, Vic?
You think he trusts you with the big-boy toys?
CAR DOOR OPENS
CAR ENGINE STARTS
Albert?