-Charlie: Lotti, that looks like the boat that hit us on the way to Spain.
-Lotti: If Blanco's men were the ones who took our money,
then Mayor Ortega must have been behind it.
-(boxing bell ringing) -(Billy screams)
-Man: Hey, hey, oye!
-Billy, you are not to blame.
-This is San Toledo...
everyone works for me.
-It was you that took my wife
-I think your time in Blanco's cell has got in your head.
-You can't blame him for our problems.
-This is all down to you.
♪ Anything you can do ♪
♪ I can do it better ♪
♪ I'm the toughest ♪
-(door chime rings)
-Buenos días.
Your name, sir?
-Picket. William Picket.
-Woman: Mmm-hm.
We have you staying with us for, uh...
four days. Is this correct?
-It shouldn't take longer than that.
-What brings you to San Toledo, Mr. Picket?
-A rare opportunity.
I'm a collector.
-An art collector?
-Actually, my area of expertise is rather more...
exotic.
-Sounds very interesting.
-In this particular case, it will be.
-Woman: Mm.
♪ Now, rude boy, won't you be good ♪
♪ Do what you are told, yeah ♪
♪ Don't be fretful ♪
♪ Take what's yours ♪
♪ I'll wait for you anywhere ♪
♪ 'Cause anything you can do ♪
♪ I can do it better ♪
♪ I'm the toughest ♪
(theme music playing)
♪♪
- So, what makes you so sure Ortega's got our money?
-We saw his men on the boat.
They covered the police sign to disguise it.
I mean, they're proper pirates.
-Yeah, I mean, he's the mayor.
Okay, he's a crook,
and he owns the port police. Just stands to reason, right?
-To think I was going to go after him off principle alone.
-Well, this makes it a lot more interesting.
-Right, but...
we can't just go after his money without expecting repercussions.
-Right, so we go after it when we know he can't come back at us. Simple.
-What?
You're saying we have to dispatch him?
Starting to sound like VIc.
-No, Charlie.
I was thinking about something a little bit more subtle.
We'd be fools to go in directly, but...
that's not to say we can't find someone with the same motivation
-(glass breaks in the distance)
-(knocking at door)
-Hey, see that, Billy? It's another lovely day on the Costa.
-Not from where I'm lying.
-(Albert sighs)
-Oh, come on, Billy.
You're not laying here all day.
Maybe-- maybe some fresh sea air might help.
-Figure a walk down the beach is gonna sort me out, eh, Charlie?
- Come on, Billy, he's only trying to help you. Take it easy.
-Yeah, well, I want to know exactly why he thinks a bit of fresh air
is gonna change the fact that I put man in a coma last night.
Eh?
-Albert: Listen, Billy, I know you're hurting, mate...
but this ain't your fault.
-Yeah, well, you didn't hit him, did ya?
-(quietly) No.
-Billy: Oh, forget it.
It ain't your problem.
-Where are you going?
-A little walk down the beach.
Apparently, it'll do the trick.
-Well... (sighs)
at least he got out of bed.
-(distant dogs barking)
-(indistinct woman over loudspeaker)
-(Lily sighs)
♪♪
-(cell phone rings)
-Morning, Mrs. H. -Lily: Good morning, Hate 'Em.
Have you seen Vic?
-Nah, not today.
-Henry...
-Cross my heart, hope to die. I've not heard a peep out of him.
-You'd tell me if he was about to do something stupid, yeah?
-Probably not, Mrs. H., but don't you worry.
As soon as I see him, I'll send him home to you, okay?
-You know what?
I've spent most of my adult life worrying about that man.
If he's not going to be bothered to come home,
then I'm not going to be bothered waiting for him.
-(call ends)
-(whispering) Vic, you idiot.
-(text message alert)
-Albert: You hang about, I gotta go. Ines called me in.
-Or was it the sultry señorita ?
-What?
-Are you sure she's not going to be a problem for you, Al?
-Well, she found out about our move at the gas station.
She could have blown it for us then, but she didn't, did she?
-Just...keep an eye on it, okay?
-Will you let me worry about Ines, okay?
You just stay on the money trail, all right?
See you later.
-Where's he off to?
-Down a rabbit hole.
-Down a what?
-Nothing. Ignore me.
Let's go.
-Where are we going?
-To find our money.
-We've already done this bit, Charlie.
-Yeah, I know.
If you've got nowhere new to go, I always think it's best to go back to the beginning.
-Lotti: Well, we could be here all day.
-That's why one should always bring some reading material on a stakeout.
-Well, what am I gonna read?
-There you go.
-Lotti: Well, San Toledo is safe once again.
-Oh, yeah? Why is that?
-Well, it looks like the mayor caught the gas station robber.
-He's got every angle covered, doesn't he?
-Charlie, look.
It's Tomas.
He went in there to collect something, or why the hard case?
-Bet you there's a stash house in there.
-Well, let's go find it, then.
-(seagulls cawing)
-Well, no one said it was gonna fall in our laps.
-Vic: Very bad idea, Albert.
Very bad idea.
-You can go right in, Mr. Dimes.
-Mayor Ortega, good morning.
(door closes)
-Please sit down, Albert.
I have something I'd like you to do for me.
-How can I be of help?
-(Mayor Ortega sighs)
-A shipment belonging to an important associate is arriving at the San Toledo airport today
where it will be loaded onto a municipal truck and delivered to its owner outside the city.
I'm contracting you and Ines to safeguard the shipment to its destination.
-The last time I went to San Toldeo airport,
you tried to have me killed in a hail of bullets.
-(chuckles)
-Anything out of the ordinary I should be worried about this time around?
-I'm hoping for a much more controlled exchange in this particular transaction.
-Now respectfully, Mr. Mayor...
what's in it for me?
-Good, Albert. I don't trust a man that isn't motivated by reward.
You'll be compensated for your time.
-Then we'll handle it.
-Come on, Albert. Try to keep up.
-(door closes)
-Hate 'Em: You all right?
-How long has Billy been sitting out there like that?
-Don't know.
-We need to do something, Hate 'Em, he's hurting.
-Want me to talk to him?
-Yeah, it'd be a good idea.
-Okay.
-Lily: Buenos días , Fanta.
- Buenos días, señora. Caf é ?
-Yeah, why not? Thanks.
-Fanta: Right away.
-Clarence: You give any more thought to coming with me
to that poker game?
-Yeah, I did, actually.
-And let me guess, you're far too sensible of a woman to take me up on such a...
puckish proposition.
-Oh, quite the opposite.
I think it sounds like fun.
When did you say it was?
-As chance would have it, this afternoon.
-Well, it just so happens I'm free.
-Billy: Can't a man enjoy a little fresh air in peace?
-Fresh air? Is that what's in that bottle?
-Nah...that's tequila.
You want some?
-No, no. I'm good, thanks.
-Nothing wrong in your life, eh? All roses is it, Hate 'Em?
-I wouldn't exactly say that, son,
but getting hammered isn't going to solve anything, now, is it?
-Yeah, well, it seems to be working all right for me.
What do you want?
-I don't want anything. I'm just sitting here admiring the view.
-Listen, if this is where you give me the big talk,
let's just get it over with, all right?
-Fair enough, son.
Look...
when you got into that ring, you knew the risks,
and it could have easily been you.
You can't change what's happened.
It's on you what happens next.
Don't carry this around on your back like a sack of bricks, son.
-Do me a favor.
Save all your motivational bollocks for someone who gives a shit.
'Cause I don't.
-Man: Vamos, vamos, vamos.
-(men speaking Spanish)
-Something on your mind?
-Yeah, what is it you're doing, Ines?
-Same as you.
Standing here, watching drug dealers move millions of euros worth of hash.
-Well, we should get a couple of things straight if we're going to be working together.
-And what are these couple of things, Alberto?
-Let's start with that. Number one, my name's not Alberto.
It's Albert.
Secondly, don't fuck with me.
-And here I was thinking it's you that's fucking with me.
-What is it with you and Ortega?
-I'm a driver for hire.
He needs my particular skill set.
It's...
mutually beneficial.
-Mm.
Unbelievable.
-(unintelligible conversation)
-(toilet flushing)
-Charlie: Ramiro! Mi amigo , how are you?
-Oh, no.
-Lotti: Ooh, I like what you've done with the place.
-What do you want?
-It could use a few more plants just to brighten it up a bit.
-I don't need plants.
I need peace,
and quiet.
I have so much work to do.
I cannot help you.
-Oh, Ramiro. Can't we just drop in to see an old friend? We missed you.
-Please.
I'm so...
very, very busy.
-Yeah, busy,
in your new position as supervisor.
-Yes, exactly.
In my new position
as a supervisor.
-So...
not a bad gig for a young man your age, is it now, Ramiro?
-Lotti: You know what I think?
-I'm not sure I want to know what you think, Lotti.
Well, I think
that behind those reading glasses...
and starched collars...
is an adventurous young man who just needs a bit of jeopardy in his life
to keep things interesting.
-Ramiro: Hmm.
-Charlie: Let us help you...
express yourself.
-Okay.
Ramiro Ramirez... at your service.
(exhales)
-(indistinct Spanish chatter)
-(car engine revs)
-Ines: Let's go.
-I'm driving.
-That's not how this works.
-Yeah, well, I'm done being a passenger, so either I drive or you go alone.
-Then drive.
-(car tires squeal)
-Hate 'Em: Easy, Fanta, easy, easy, son.
-Now, lemon.
-Lemon. That much, yeah?
Put some lemon. Now, you slow down with the lemon.
-Vic: Fanta, give us a minute alone.
-Um, sí, señor.
-What are you cooking?
-And where have you been?
Lily's been blowing up my phone.
-Is my wife in residence?
-She was, and she left.
Look...
you gotta stop putting me in these positions. She thinks I'm covering for you.
-Hide this.
I can't keep it at home.
-Vic, what's going on?
Is there anything I should be worried about?
-Worry is a misuse of the imagination, Hate 'Em.
-So you're just carrying this around for a bit of fun now, are ya?
-All kinds of fun in the sun, mate.
-Well...
this has been a really rich and rewarding conversation, hasn't it, Vic?
-Just rest assured...
I will not let sleeping dogs lie.
-No, that doesn't sound reassuring, Vic, does it?
Needs salt.
-Fanta!
-Fanta: Que?
-Charlie: What have you got for us, Ramiro?
-A complete file on the address requested,
not, I should say, without some great personal risk.
-Thank you. You're very brave.
-Yes, I am.
-You, uh, you make any sense of this?
-I think...
Mayor Ortega has something to hide.
-Go on...
The Cisneros Fish Market has been closed for years,
its title held by the city until Mayor Ortega bought it
just after his election.
Oddly, Ortega never began
any of the repairs that would really be necessary to reopen the market.
But there was some new construction, though I can't make much sense of the work.
-So, you've seen it?
-The blueprints.
-And-- and-- and you didn't happen to bring a copy of those, did you?
-Yeah...
of course you did!
-I never was here, okay?
I do not know you. Bye.
♪ Hey, little girl ♪
♪ I let you into my world ♪
♪ Oh, beautiful girl... ♪
-Clarence: Hola amigos!
(chuckles)
Brought a friend of mine.
Now she's just a novice, but I told her
you'd go easy on her.
-Did your friend bring money?
-Oh, I did, actually, yes.
-Then you are very welcome to join us. -(Clarence laughs)
-All right, first ace or highest card deals.
-I'll do the honors.
-Clarence and Mateo: Mm-hmm.
-Clarence: Chip her up.
-You are an experienced poker player, señora?
-(chuckles) Experienced, no
I-- I've played a few times, but not for a while.
Should I start?
-Yes, of course. We always play to the right of the dealer.
-Yes, of course.
♪ Run, run, run As fast as you can ♪
♪ They're gonna catch you Holding men in your hands ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom Beating heart like a drum ♪
♪ Out of time to realize that we'd just begun ♪
♪ You better run Run, run ♪
-Hola.
-Hello.
-Anything else?
-No, this is it.
-Ines: Is this what you expected when you moved here to live
this new life in sunny Spain?
-No, not exactly.
-Yet here you are, ferrying drug dealers around for a corrupt mayor.
-It's just like you, innit?
-Just like me.
-You from San Toledo?
-I was born close by.
-That's a bit vague.
-That's all you're going to get.
We are here.
Stay out of my way once we are in there, okay?
I'm not a babysitter.
-Really?
You've got such a warm disposition.
-We have to count the load.
-Look, we didn't stop, right?
Every crate picked up at the airport is here. It's all accounted for.
-I said we count the load.
(speaking Spanish)
-Making friends?
-Got all the friends I need.
(men being instructed in Spanish)
-Go make yourself comfortable.
It could take a while.
It looks like there's a TV in that office
-And you?
-I don't watch TV.
-Right.
(men being instructed in Spanish)
-Lotti: I can't make sense of this, Charlie.
-(Charlie mutters)
Eh, me either.
-Maybe Albert'll know.
He is the son of a bank robber, after all.
-Albert's got his hands full.
-Vic: Speak of a bank robber, and he shall appear.
Albert has got his hands full with what, exactly?
-Aah, you know,
just the usual kind of... Albert stuff.
-Hm. And what, pray tell, do we have here?
-It's a blueprint.
-Well, I can see that, Lotti,
the relevant information being
a blueprint of what, exactly?
-Well, it's the Cisneros Fish Market.
-Hm. Albert looking to expand our holdings here in San Toledo, is he?
-Actually...
it belongs to the mayor.
That place is a wreck. Ortega never did it up.
We've seen Ortega's men come and go from here.
We think he's using it as a stash house.
-Charlie wants to tell me all this, Lotti, because he needs my help with something.
Carry on.
-We-- (sighs)
we have good reason to believe
that our money is somewhere stashed in that fish market.
-Our money?
-Yep, the 10 million euros.
-Hm...
right under our fucking noses.
-You wanna help us get it back, Vic?
-I wouldn't have it any other way, Charlie boy.
-Mateo: It's your deal,
Lily.
Thank you, Mateo.
♪ No more hanging round Wondering what to do in town ♪
♪ Let's go, we got places to be ♪
♪ No more waiting out For somebody else's doubt ♪
♪ Too many things to see ♪
-Ante.
-(chips drop onto table)
♪ Gonna show them what we got ♪
-(collective moans)
-(Mateo chuckles)
- Gracias. Thank you, guys.
♪ The world will see ♪
♪ We're becoming who we're meant to be ♪
♪ We've got the touch We've got the love ♪
♪ We've got everything you need ♪
♪ Oh, it's getting bigger Oh, but I'm a winner ♪
♪ Not just beginner's luck When you roll with me ♪
-(bottle opens)
-(woman speaking Spanish in the distance)
-(motorcycle engine)
-Vic: Hmm.
All right, let's see what we got here, then.
(chuckles)
Hm.
Expected more from you, Ortega.
Over there.
-What?
-(workers speaking in Spanish)
-(plastic rips open)
-Help me move some of these pallets.
Well, well, well... what do we have here?
-Sorry for the wait.
-I could see you were busy.
-What?
-I don't know. You tell me.
-I thought you didn't want to play games.
-I'm not the one playing games.
-Hey.
-Why are you paying off Garcia's man?
-Stay out of it.
That's not why you're here.
-So why am I here?
-To make sure the shipment is delivered safely.
You did your job.
-I'll take you back to the bar.
-(car engine starts)
♪ Lucy ♪
♪ Loco ♪
♪ Lucy lo-- ♪
-Oh, I can smell my money in that safe. That door is coming right off its hinges.
-Just out of interest, what is your rough timeline for this undertaking?
-In my line of work, there is no time like the present.
-Uh, might be a good idea to have a conversation with Albert about this, first.
-I am done talking.
Now, sling your hook.
-Oh, right.
Okay.
Where are you going?
-To have a quiet drink to think things through.
I've got a safe to blow, son. (laughing)
-You think that was a smart idea telling Vic?
-Well...
I guess if you're gonna blow a safe, you need a bank robber, right?
-Yeah?
-Good money for good work. -(Lily and Clarence chuckle)
-Thank you.
-Not at all. You earned every penny.
It was beautiful to watch.
You worked them like a pro.
-No, I mean, thank you for this, for today. I haven't had this much fun in a long while.
-It's good to have fun, to love your life and...
the people in it.
-Hm.
And you, Clarence?
What about the people in your life? I've never seen you with anybody here.
-Huh.
Guess I must like my own company.
-Hm.
-Come on. Let's get you back. Wouldn't want your family getting worried about you.
-Oh, I'm not sure they'd even notice I was gone, Clarence.
-Come on, I'm sure that's not the case.
-(Lily and Clarence chuckle)
-(sighs)
Yeah, we should be going.
-Mm-hmm.
-Look, I don't know what you think you saw back there--
-Listen, I'm not in the mood for any more bullshit about what you are,
or you aren't, doing for Ortega, okay?
I know why I work for him, and I'm good with my reasons. Are you good with yours?
-(lighter flicks)
-When I was a girl, my dad was all I had.
My mother left when I was a baby, so...
it was just me and him.
He was my hero.
And then...
when I was a teenager,
he died, suddenly.
-What happened?
-He was set up and killed
by a policeman over a deal he had nothing to do with.
The last time I saw my father,
he was lying...
face down on the pavement...
with the back of his head blown out.
-Shit.
I'm sorry.
Really.
-I've been looking for the man who framed him ever since.
Working for Ortega gives me access.
-Are you close?
-Yes.
I'm close.
-(door chimes ring)
-Irnos.
Llamo la policia.
Lo tienes que pagar.
-No vamos a pagar una mierda.
-Billy: The señora told you to pay for that.
-What's it got to do with you?
-Listen,
put it all back,
and nobody has to get slapped.
(sniffs)
It's your last chance.
-(can drops)
-Señor, muchas gracias
Thank you very much.
These kids are taking advantage of us.
There is nothing I can do.
-I can help ya.
Stay around here for a bit, make sure nobody takes anything.
I mean, I could pack shelves, help keep the place clean.
-I cannot afford to take on an employee at the moment.
-Listen, you can just pay me in beer and food.
All right?
-You're not from here.
Do you live in San Toledo or just visiting?
-I guess I live here now.
-(Ortega sighs)
-(crickets chirping)
-Mr. Hill.
I had a feeling that you've been looking for me,
so I thought I'd come to you instead.
-You're mistaken. I've got no interest in you whatsoever.
-Please sit down.
You and I are not so different.
We both take what we want.
We just have a different way of doing business.
-(scoffs) From where I'm standing, we're cut from a very different cloth.
-Your son seems to have a different perspective.
He's a young man, making his own way in the world.
He is smart enough to recognize the order of things,
and he acts accordingly.
But it appears...
some others may require a somewhat harsher demonstration.
(sighs)
Last chance, Victor...
or there will be a bomb.
-(door opens)
-Charlie: Anything interesting happen, Al?
-Mayor Ortega's planning to rip off a big-time hash dealer, called Silvia Garcia.
Just can't figure out exactly how yet.
But if I can figure it out, I think...
it might be quite difficult for our mate, the mayor, to handle.
How'd you get on?
-Uh...it's been, uh, quite an eventful day.
-We know where Ortega's stash spot is.
-You've figured out where our money is.
-Vic: No, son, that would've been me.
And Charlie, Lotti, and I have decided we...
are gonna take it back. We're done fucking about here, son.
-I've got something else in play at the moment, Dad, all right?
So if we're gonna pull this off, we have to work together.
-Well, let's work together.
But as sure as I'm standing here, we are going in.
-Will someone tell me what's going on so I can go out and cause some damage?
-(Charlie and Lotti chuckle)
-(car door squeaks open)
-(sighs)
♪ I'm the toughest ♪
♪ I can do what you can't do ♪
♪ You'll never try to do what I do ♪
♪ I'm the toughest ♪
♪ Tough ♪
♪ Rougher, tough ♪
♪ Anything you can do, I can do it better ♪
♪ I'm the toughest ♪
♪ I can do what you can't do ♪
♪ You'll never try to do what I do ♪
♪ I'm the toughest ♪
♪ Stop from doing wrongs Change your foolish plans ♪
♪ If you come with your big man I just use my skill ♪
♪ I'm the toughest ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm the toughest ♪
♪ Yeah man, yeah man ♪
♪ I said I'm the toughest ♪
♪ Check your speed and change your kicks ♪
♪ I'm the toughest ♪
♪ You got to believe, you got to believe You got to believe ♪
♪ I'm the toughest I'm the toughest ♪
♪ Check your speed, change your kicks ♪
♪ I'm the toughest ♪
♪ Rougher, tough ♪
♪ Tough ♪