Your dad's out. Busted out with Hate 'Em All this afternoon.
He's broken out to get the gold.
Get him off the street, just get him off the street.
Oi! They've blow-piped us, Hate 'Em.
GRUNTS - FINK: Oh, look what
the pussycat dragged in.
You'll get nothing from me.
Do you think your friend Albert Hill
would take the same punishment for you? - I do.
Nas Stone is coming to London.
And we're happy about this why?
He wants the rest of the gold, Albert.
He says he'll take all of it.
Vic? - Bob?
You don't know, do ya?
Know what?
TERI: Yeah, Bobby Adams' gang.
FARMER: I knew it! I bloody knew it!
When I bought this place off Jonesy five years back
he said "Tommy, I've had some dealings with a bit of a naughty crew".
"Nasty types", he says.
Used to come down here for all manner of mischief.
Last he heard, they'd buggered off to Spain.
Let the heat die down after something big.
Here you go.
Right.
SHE SIGHS
SHE SCRAPES AROUND
Yeah. Yeah, that fits the intel.
Yeah, you did the right thing, calling this in.
Truth is I did some homework.
It says if no claim is made to articles found at the property
ownership rights refer to the landowner. That's me, right?
Yeah.
EFFORT GRUNTS - That is you indeed, sir.
Give us a hand, bringing it up, will ya? - Yeah, alright.
IMPACT GRUNTS
Sir.
I found something I think you should take a look at.
Morning, pal.
Bit chilly last night, eh?
The shelter's just opened on Dexter Street.
Wasn't much of a queue there when I went past.
VIC GROANS
Get a bit of breakfast and a shower before the rush starts.
HE GROANS
Here you are...
Get yourself a bacon roll and a cuppa before you go back on the hard stuff.
Do you know who I am?
I'm Vic Hill!
This is my manor!
And this is my rubbish.
So piss off!
No sign of him.
Well...
Well, you need to get back out there, Albert, and keep looking for him.
Look, I've been traipsing around the neighbourhood looking for him all night.
OK? I got my own shit to deal with. He's a big boy.
I'm not gonna follow him around with a mop anymore, alright?
No, that's not OK. Your father is out there on the street on his own
and he's not safe! - OK, well, let's say I do manage
to track him down. Then what? You want me to dart him again?
SHE SIGHS - Maybe this time I'll run him over
with the van? Have you considered, just once
that Dad is not the bloke you think he is?
He's a selfish prick that doesn't give a fuck about either one of us.
GASPS - Oh!
Don't worry about it. - I'm sorry!
Don't worry about it.
Oh... Albert!
ANIMAL GROWLS
ANIMAL GRUMBLES - CHARLIE BREATHES HEAVILY
Oh, Scooter.
SIGHS
If I ever get out of here
I'm gonna make a few changes.
I'm gonna be more dependable.
DOOR OPENS
You talking to the fairies, Charlie? - Piss off!
FINK SIGHS
There's no need for that kind of hostility.
This is a good time of your own making.
I fail to see how being snatched
chained up and beaten by a delusional psychopath
is anyone's idea of a good time.
All you need to do is point me in the direction of my heart's desire.
If your information bears fruit
I'll unleash you from these shackles and furnish on you a finder's fee
of let's say... ten percent?
CHARLIE CHUCKLES You can propel your finder's fee
where the sun don't shine.
Looks like I'm gonna have to give you a professional kicking this time.
Yeah.
But first...
breakfast.
Ah...
Don't get any bright ideas.
I'll be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail.
Nas is in a taxi on the way from the airport!
He's here in London, Albert.
Good, so where's the meet?
Well, I can't take him to Saul's so I'm meeting him in the market.
He'll be here in twenty minutes.
I'm on my way. - OK.
Come on, big guy, pick up, pick up.
Hate 'Em, where the hell have you been?
You match fit?
HE MAKES KISSING SOUNDS
Vic, look, I'm a little bit confused here.
What exactly happened?
We got darted, Hate 'Em.
Like wild animals on the savannah.
They wanted us out of the picture.
Who wanted us out of the picture?
Albert, Lily. - Albert and Lily?
Don't be stupid.
Oh, well, it appears that I have indeed been stupid, Hate 'Em, very stupid indeed.
They were used to me not being around.
Lily all cosied up with Norman, and Albert wanting to be top dog.
And I reckon
they have the gold, Hate 'Em.
Or at least had it.
But I can't prove it.
I don't have all the pieces of the jigsaw... yet.
So what you're saying now, Vic, is that we're actually hunting jigsaw pieces, yeah?
Metaphorically speakin'.
Oh.
So, seeing as how I can't go after my own son
we're gonna start with the weakest link.
An old pal of Albert's.
So, you tidy yourself up
we're gonna pay a visit to the upper crust.
I'll make you right, Vic. - VIC LAUGHS
MUSIC: "Trouble" by PINS ♪ Trouble you will find ♪
♪ If you look for trouble ♪
♪ Trouble you will find ♪
♪ If you look for trouble ♪
♪ Trouble you will find ♪
Norman.
I just don't get it.
The chair's not broken, rope's not cut. - SHE SIGHS
Someone must have untied him. - Come off it, Lil.
We tied him to a chair and locked him in a garden shed.
The man had just broken out of a high-security prison. H-Honestly...
I don't know what we were thinking. - No, all I'm saying is...
if he'd done it himself, the chair would be broke and the rope would be cut.
What does it matter how he got free, Lily?
Well, he's gone now. God only knows where he is.
I will not have my family estranged for another fifteen years, Norman.
So where is he?
He's not here yet.
Strike that.
He's not too subtle, your mate.
What? Yo! Yo, that's my wallet!
Woah! - Yo!
Hey! Hey!
Whoa!
Welcome to London.
I am so sorry, Nas.
Sorry? For what?
First foot on the ground and I'm into some Oliver Twist shit.
CHUCKLES I love this town!
Lovely. Shall we get going then?
Oh, no, business can wait.
Ain't every day I get to visit my, uh... favourite metropolis.
I gotta soak it up!
Hey, man! Yo!
Hey!
INDISTINCT CHATTER
TYRES SCREECH
TASER BUZZES - IMPACT GRUNTS
VIC: Ah! Charlie's residence.
Are you shitting me?
I shit you not.
VIC WHISPERS: Check upstairs, mate.
HATE 'EM WHISPERS: Sweet.
En garde, you cad.
IMITATES POSH PERSON
CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS IN THE DISTANCE
What's that? - Music.
MUSIC GETS LOUDER
Drop the iron and put your hands where I can see 'em, slowly does it.
STAFF SIGHS
You're gonna be disappointed.
The family coffers were emptied long ago.
Bequeathed to various pawnbrokers by an esteemed line of forebears.
We're not here for the silverware, mate.
Then I'm not entirely sure how I can help you.
I can assure you that no one will pay my ransom.
GRUNTING
Look out.
Shut up. You talk too much.
STAFF GRUNTS
Stay down! Stay.
VIC SIGHS
Now, where is Charles?
I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to discuss the whereabouts of my employers.
I was actually hoping you'd say that.
STAFF GASPING
Now where is he? - STAFF GRUNTS
LAUGHS
Ripe!
Dried fruit!
A challenging note.
STAFF GRUNTS - Make yourself comfortable, Vic.
I think this is gonna take a while.
EFFORT GRUNTS
Stay still. Where is he?
RECORD PLAYER PLAYS
Tell me, where is he? Where is he?
IMPACT GRUNTS
FINK GROANS
Huh. You hit like a girl, sir.
Bob, what you fail to understand is I may well be a girl
but I'm the meanest girl on the playground.
IMPACT GRUNTS
And you... SHE SCOFFS
You, you naughty boy you've been running round my playground
causing quite a mess.
IMPACT GRUNTS
GROANS
Where is it? Where's the gold, Bob?
FINK INHALES HEAVILY Teri...
Did you know...
Did I know what, Bob?
Did you know...
that you can never
lose a homing pigeon?
If your homing pigeon doesn't come back
all you've lost
is a pigeon.
TERI: Huh...
If I so much as hear your name whispered in relation to this case again
I'll find you and I will put an end to the quip that is Bob Fink.
Understood.
Sir.
IMPACT GRUNTS
FINK GROANS
Sling him out!
FINK YELLS
HE GROANS
Ha-ha!
Yeah! This is some authenticated Brit-shit right here!
Ha-ha!
Is he taking us for a ride or what?
Let him get some new duds, he'll feel a million bucks.
Then we'll take him to Uncle Dean's. - I wanna know what a million bucks
feels like. - You will. Be patient.
NAS CHUCKLES
Jimmy, Nas Stone. Nas, Jimmy the Chalk.
Who the what?
Uh, what sort of get-up does sir want to be fitted?
Help me out here, brother. - What kind of suit do you want?
Oh. HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
Three-button hunting jacket in an over-check twill tweed
bold pattern with a vest
and the uh-- - Uh, matching plus fours, sir?
My man! HE LAUGHS
Yeah.
RAP MUSIC PLAYS ♪ Checker-checker-checker pedigree ♪
♪ ...breakin' the beat, my survival is deep ♪
CD SCRATCHES - ♪ Bring on the hype ♪
♪ ...I came to bring more picture to the frame ♪
♪ More picture to the frame... ♪
So, uh, how long is this shit gonna take to stitch up, Jimmy?
Um, two days, sir.
Oh. Two hours you said? - CASH TILL PINGS
Two hours, sir. - Hmm.
Been making more friends, I see, Bob.
You're a curious one, Charlie.
Born into a family of note...
with all the opportunities that
blue blood coursing through your veins offers a young man.
Yet you...
you choose to knock about
with a gangster's kid...
FINK GRUNTS ...and an orphan.
FINK SIGHS
Seems to me you're punching under your weight, mate.
You haven't got an inkling of who I am or what I want to be.
FINK: You see, that's where you're wrong.
I see you very clearly
cos I used to be walking in your shoes.
Oh, yeah. I, like you, was seduced by the Hill family.
Extending myself for crumbs of acceptance.
Wanting to be a part of the inner circle. Longing...
Longing, for a firm pat on the back.
But let me tell you from experience
the simple "Well done, Charlie"...
It'll never come.
You're not a Hill, you never will be.
To Albert, you're just a posh twat
who's there to be used and tossed aside when your novelty wears thin.
Albert is my friend. - No.
I am your friend.
And I need you to accept me as such
or I will presuppose you're my enemy.
And if you're my enemy...
Well...
Don't you touch me! - DOG BARKS
What's gotten into you, Scooter?
Eh? What's gotten into you, boy?
So our guest's been flirting with ya, has he?
Course. Breakfast, buddy.
It slipped my mind.
DOG WHINES
FINK SHOUTS
Dog food, Bob! Dog food, Bob!
Bloody psycho.
Not intruding, am I?
It's your house, Norman. It's us who's intruding.
Lily, you are always welcome in this house.
What is it, Norman? - Oh, Christ.
I, uh...
I did it for you, Lily.
You and Albert.
What precisely have you done, Norman?
It was me, Lily. I untied him. I let Vic go.
Why would you do that? - Lily, you've gotta realise
I did this for you.
I couldn't just stand by and witness him tear his family apart, again!
I see how he treats you, what he expects of you.
And I'm meant to just sit back and watch. You...
th-the most exquisite flower, wilting with neglect
poisoned by his selfishness! - Stop, Norm.
Just stop it. - The gold is more important to him
than his family, it always has been.
Look, you must realise. I would... - Just...
I would never treat you-- - ...stop it, alright, just stop.
Look, I'm gonna have to make this absolutely clear.
For you, me, Vic and Albert, there can't be any confusion.
Vic is my husband and I love him unconditionally.
I always have
and I always will.
And irrespective of what you might
see or think you see, I know
that he loves me and Albert more than anything else in the world.
Now, I know he doesn't always do the right thing.
And that's what you see, or perhaps that's...
Perhaps that's what you want to see, but I know Vic, Norm.
I know the Vic Hill that no one else knows...
and that is the man I love.
So what now, Vic?
The Kneecapping? Or the Spanish Donkey?
I...I don't know who you are
but your methods of...
information extraction are nothing in comparison to when
as a young lance corporal in the Middle East
I spent an uncomfortable week as guest--
I don't have time for wartime reminiscences, old man.
I'm Vic Hill, I'm sure you've heard of me.
Who?
Vic Hill? - HATE 'EM: Yes.
Vic Hill.
No. Doesn't ring a bell.
Tell me where the boy is at, or the joke is over. Capeesh?
CHUCKLES
Mr Hill. I was brought into this world without a home and without kin.
After all manner of foster homes
a stint in borstal then a stretch with the armed services...
The Cavendish-Scotts, this unique family
became my adopted family. - HATE 'EM: Vic
If you don't iron him out, I will!
Oh, be careful, you bloody philistines!
VIC AND HATE 'EM, LAUGHING: Ah!
HATE 'EM LAUGHS
Fink.
Sir?
Sit down.
What happened to you?
Jurisdictional disagreement, sir.
Dwyer.
I'm sorry, Fink.
This is... Well, it's partly my fault.
Dwyer was complaining.
Other officers muscling in, chasing leads above their station.
I told her to handle it.
Sir, I-- - You don't have to explain.
I respect a man with ambition.
We've all had to go a little off-piste at times
to get a leg up in our careers. I wouldn't trust a man who hadn't.
How can I help, sir?
The Flying Squad
is no cleaner now than in the bad old days.
Bunch of venal little bullies
promoted above their station. And for what?
Because they're better with their fists than with their brains.
No, no.
We need an overhaul.
Root and branch.
New leadership.
These leads of yours
I don't need details, just...
if they're admissible.
This case:
it's career defining.
If I hear of anything that could be of use
you'll be the first to know, sir.
There is a better version of us all out there, Fink.
We just have to want to succeed.
This is some Prince Charles shit right here!
I should run for King!
LAUGHS - Nas, we gotta go.
Bag this shit up, Jimmy.
Bucket list complete.
Finally.
Now, where's my gold?
A gypsy camp. - A what?
The best.
Not this time. I said the best. I want Windrush.
I already tell you.
Windrush is not here. - And I don't believe you.
Now, I have the folding and I have the need.
This ain't some sink-estate leg-breaker bollocks.
This is gangland history in the making.
The culmination of over a decade of bile and bitterness.
This is mythology.
And for that, I require a legend.
So where is he, and what's the damage?
You think you come round here
and use my boys for this and that.
You never ask them name, you never shake them hand.
Always you sneerin'.
You flashin' your money.
But you're not look, man.
You're look meat.
But let me tell you one thing about Windrush.
Him no ask question, and him no judge nothin'.
But Windrush ain't no meat.
All him ask, all him expect
from any boss wantin' the kinda reputation way you mention
is a little respect.
Windrush is not here.
Stop!
Not that one, please.
It's the only pressing!
It's all I've got left of my childhood.
Oh my!
VIC CHUCKLES
This is you. Your...
five minutes of fame. Your...
X-Factor moment as a cadet.
Alas, "please" isn't amongst the magic words I'm after.
STAFF WHIMPERS Bastards.
I don't believe that's the magic word either.
The problem with these old seventy-eights is
they're made of Shellac, they shatter
like glass.
I drove him back from the country estate yesterday!
He was more than a little under the influence.
Blathering on about a, a golden bathtub!
Complete gibberish! Uh...
Golden bathtub?
No, no! And, and, and
something about gypsies and
smelting and a girl named Chloe! - Gypsies?
Get his car keys.
Give us your car keys.
Prick. Right.
Got his car keys, Vic. Where to now?
The Pikeys.
Pikeys. I hate Pikeys!
What the hell is this?
All part of the Anglo-rural experience, Nas.
How are your five-p specials holding up?
I ain't into getting shit on my shit.
Shall we get to the business at hand, gentlemen?
INDISTINCT CHATTER
Who're these bastards then?
This is Nas Stone, Uncle Dean.
And what is a Nas Stone, then?
I'm a Nas Stone. What the hell are you?
Oh, I am an Uncle Dean, pal.
Jaysus, look at the size of this one.
Ah, your man, look at the trousers hangin' off his ass?
Hey. I'd fight you for a fiver.
I'd kill you for a tenner.
Nas is our buyer, Uncle Dean.
Oh, so that's not stolen then?
No, it ain't stolen!
Hey! Get them off my ride!
Rich Yank fella in my camp.
Thought I'd seen it all.
So ye'll be wantin' yer gold, Yank?
Or do you wanna buy a caravan?
EVERYONE LAUGHS
Do I look like I'm here to buy a caravan?
EVERYONE LAUGHS
Fresh out the oven.
Horseshoes?
Lucky horseshoes.
That's one way to try and cancel a curse.
Hold up.
What curse? - Didn't you tell him?
This is deadlier than a banshee's wail, this pile.
Killed more baddies than Clint Eastwood, so it has.
Makes Tutankhamen look like a fairy gobshite.
Ye'll probably be fine. - They're poking fun.
It's a cultural sign of affection, Nas.
So are you happy with the inventory?
It's all there, as promised.
Let's weigh this shit.
We got scales in the trunk of the limo.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
"A sickness of the heart that only gold can cure".
I thought England was all Corgis, Spice Girls, tea and crumpets.
This is some off-the-tour-guide, deliverance shit!
We'll complete the transaction and get you out of here as soon as possible.
God damn it!
Get off my ride!
NAS YELPS
WOMEN LAUGH
CHLOE GASPS
NAS GRUNTS AND GROANS
You're all crazy! Off-the-charts goddamn fucking crazy!
GUNSHOT - NAS YELLS
Eenie, meenie...
miney...
Mo.
GUNSHOT
Run! - Whoa!
PANICKED LOUD CHATTER
Go, go, go!
YELLING AND GASPING
GUNSHOT - MAN GRUNTS
GUNSHOT - GLASS BREAKS
Whoa! - RAPID GUNFIRE
GRUNTING - What was that?
Where's the gold? - It's in the wheelbarrow.
GUNFIRE - VAN TYRES SQUEAL
THEY BREATHE HEAVILY
Fink.
RAPID GUNSHOTS
Who's this son of a bitch?
Looks like a bastard copper to me!
MAN YELLS
MAN CACKLES
IMPACT GRUNTS
MAN YELLS
MAN LAUGHS
EFFORT GROWLING
IMPACT GRUNTS
Tall Paul!
MAN SCREAMS
GRUNTS
I ain't going out like this.
Not here, not now.
You know who I am?
I designed the diamond Brooklyn B.
The triple-weave gold dog rope.
I got my shit placed at Tiffany's!
GUNFIRE
I got more followers on Insta than all you joke-shop sons of bitches!
I am Nas Stone! Jeweller to the stars!
NAS: And I was born to make - Shut your mouth.
A mother... fucking
UNCLE DEAN GRUNTS
...splash! - EXPLOSION
IMPACT GRUNTS
MEN YELLING
Sure you can't kill me! I'm Un--
HE LAUGHS
Oh, jeez!
HE LAUGHS
Give the Hill kid a send-off.
TRIGGER CLICKS - HATE 'EM GRUNTS
Didn't your mummy tell you not to play with guns?
Right. Let's go and get our gold.
VIC REPEATS "NO" MANY TIMES
Albert!
What happened?
What happened here? - What do you mean what happened here?
Look around you. Everyone's dead.
Dead!
Where's my gold, boy? Where's my gold?
ALBERT BREATHES HEAVILY
I lost it.
Me.
Bob Fink's got it.
All of it.
THEY BOTH YELL
OK, Charlie.
BREATHES HEAVILY
Now or nothing.
GRUNTING
DOOR SLAMS
Come on!
GRUNTING AND PANTING
FINK SHOUTS: I'm back, Charlie boy.
FINK SIGHS
Yes!
SIGHS - Yes!
FINK YELLS: Yes!
FINK GRUNTS
SIGHS
Windrush.
Respect.
FINK EXHALES HEAVILY
Best man gets the spoils.
HE KISSES TEETH
I can't pretend to be disappointed, Detective.
That would imply, after all, an expectation of character.
Sir?
Windrush.
Boss.
So he's, what?
Undercover?
Windrush is one of yours?
Don't be silly, Bob.
Private hire.
Been on the books for years.
Very valuable asset.
I take it you're here to arrest me.
You were supposed to have been killed
in Vic Hill's lockup, fifteen years ago.
Often how these big cases go
Bob, sometimes you just keep plodding away
and get there in the end.
You were in on that.
Like I said
we all have to go a little off-piste at times to get a leg up.
IMPACT GRUNTS
FINK BREATHES HEAVILY
Perhaps if you'd focussed on one thing or another
you might have made something out of your life.
But all these grudges, these...
seedy little agendas...
FINK CHUCKLES
FINK WHISPERS: Yeah.
Oh, well.
GUNSHOT
BODY CRASHES TO THE FLOOR