-Billy: I put a man in a coma last night.
I could help ya.
Stay around here for a bit, make sure nobody takes anything.
-Thank you very much. -And who's that woman?
-Ines: Sylvia Garcia, the biggest hash dealer on Costa Del Sol.
-What is it with you and Ortega? -It's... mutually beneficial.
-Charlie: We have good reason to believe
that our money is somewhere stashed in that fish market.
-It might be a good idea to have a conversation with Albert.
-I am done talking.
I've got a safe to blow, son.
(laughing)
-(distant siren wailing)
♪ ♪
-Do you speak English, señorita?
-Yes. Why?
-Because they don't.
The police tell me it took half a dozen men to finally catch you.
-They got lucky.
-Third hit this week, with the same MO.
Red lips, leather, and one hell of a driver.
Now, I can't have you harassing local business.
-You mean those drug dealers?
-You're very confident for someone sitting in a police station.
-I'm right where I want to be.
-In jail?
-In front of you.
-There are easier ways to get an audience with the mayor.
-(scoffs)
But I don't want to talk to Mayor Ortega.
I'm here to meet the other guy.
-You've proven to be enterprising, resourceful,
and more than a little daring. -(chuckles)
-I put great value in skills like those.
-They've served me well.
-And if you want the San Toledo Police Department
to forget about your short career as a vigilante,
those skills will now serve me.
That is, of course, if you can also be obedient.
-I can be anything, Señor Ortega.
But I warn you...
I'm not cheap.
-I would hope not.
-(distant siren wailing)
-(line ringing)
-It worked.
I'm in.
-(theme music playing)
-(siren wails)
-Man: Do we have the stones, the diamonds?
Where are you taking the diamonds?
(man laughing)
-Every minute we spend pacing about here
is time wasted.
-We need to think about this, not be rash.
We got to line everything up for our best chance of success.
-Well, if we know where our readies are, I say we go and get 'em.
-You mean right now? -Yes, right now.
-That's exactly what he means, and he's right.
-No, Albert's right.
There's a lot in play here. We don't wanna act irrationally.
-Are you implying that Hate 'Em and I
are irrational, Charlie boy?
-That's exactly what he's implying,
and he's right.
-Now, we talked about this, Vic.
We get the money once we're sure Ortega won't be coming after it.
-Bollocks to the mayor.
I, for one, have had my fill of living under his fat shadow.
-So the way we get out from underneath his shadow
is by taking his place in the sun.
Then we hit him.
-We can make ourselves whole again
and put San Toledo in the rearview mirror tonight.
With our funds replenished,
we can pick between a hundred other towns tomorrow.
-We don't need to leave.
We don't have to run. We can stay here, Dad.
We can stay here and have it all.
-This isn't getting us anywhere, so we're gonna vote on it.
Old-fashioned democracy with a show of hands.
So who's with Albert?
We go after the mayor first and then we get the money.
-Aye. Wouldn't be sporting
to leave without sticking a boot in Ortega's backside.
-Why run when you can climb, right?
-Exactly, so that's three?
-Whose in favor of hitting the vault?
-It's a no-brainer.
-Do it right now.
Where do you stand on this, Lily?
Do you wanna vote with me? Take it to coin toss?
-I don't wanna leave.
After dreaming about this place for so long,
what it can be, I'd hate to give up on that now.
I'm with Albert.
-Well...
what kind of man would stand against his own family?
We'll do it your way, Albert.
We'll wait.
-Now that's settled, I'm going to bed. I'm knackered.
♪ ♪
-I'm warning you,
once you pick me up,
you won't be able to put me down.
-Well, let's find out, shall we?
♪ ♪
-(rooster crowing)
-(sighs)
-What's taking him so long?
-(horn honking)
-You got somewhere to be?
-I don't want to outstay my welcome.
-(horn honking)
I'll be at home today,
in case you have a gap in your busy schedule.
-I don't know where you live.
-(clicks tongue) -(cell phone chimes)
-(chuckles) -(horn honking)
-(grunts)
Sorry, I overslept.
-Wh... In all the years I've known you,
you haven't overslept one single time.
-Well, I did today, right?
Let's go, come on, we've got shit to do.
-Okay.
♪ ♪
-Wakey, wakey.
-Who are you?
-We're with Billy, the fighter.
-He said you were a friend of ours.
-He here?
-No, but we could call him if you'd like.
-Hey, ain't no need for that, man.
What do you need? -Some information.
-Sylvia Garcia.
♪ ♪
If Snake Eyes was telling the truth,
and Garcia always has lunch
at her family's restaurant on a Thursday,
security's gonna be tight.
-So we'll have to get creative.
So listen, I've gotta do something.
And I'll see you in a bit.
-Oh! And this something is more important than Sylvia Garcia?
-Listen, come on. Lunch isn't for a couple of hours.
I will be back in time. See you later.
-Seems a little distracted recently.
-Yeah, he is somewhat.
-Have you seen Billy this morning?
-Uh, no.
I haven't, come to think of it.
Wonder where he is.
♪ ♪
-Billy: So where these going, then?
-Hmm, frijoles here, maiz there,
uh, cerveza, beer,
but you know where that is already,
don't you?
-Uh...
-I just teasing you, Billy.
(chuckles) And when you're done,
we are going to play domino.
-(chuckles)
-Uh... the bag of fur lines...
-Got that. -...and the tube cutter.
Uh, a big bottle of drain cleaner
and glass container for the sulphuric acid.
-We got that. -Yeah.
-Sulphuric acid?
-Main ingredients in nitro, Fanta.
-Nitro? -Yeah.
-You are making a bomba.
-Yeah, keep it down, Fanta.
We wouldn't wanna alarm anybody.
And six metal cylinders. -Six?
-And the visco fuses for the...
-Blasting caps. -...blasting caps.
-Can you get all of these ingredients from the mercado?
-Of course we can.
We come up in the '90s, didn't we?
-Yeah. -When homemade bombs...
-Were all the rage. -...were all the rage.
-What you see in the kitchen stays in the kitchen.
Are we clear, Señor Fanta Limon?
- Si, si, we are very clear, Señor Hill.
-I win again! -Aw!
-(laughs)
-Look, I'd rather stack shelves than lose another game
of dominoes to you.
-Rico.
(speaking Spanish)
-No.
-Um, Rico, this is Billy.
He's going to help us around the shop for a while.
-So what?
-His father is in the hospital,
but I know he will pull through.
We must stay positive for his full recovery.
My son, Ruben, is a warrior.
-Yeah.
Yeah, sure is.
-Billy, I'm going to see my son at the hospital.
Uh, will you please watch the shop?
I will be back in a couple of hours.
-Yeah, sure, no problem.
-(cell phone chimes)
♪ ♪
-I said you weren't going to be able to put me down.
Tsk-tsk-tsk.
Don't be so English.
Let's fuck in the shower.
♪ ♪
Where do you have to be?
-Family business.
-Ooh. Sounds intriguing.
-I'll call you later. -Mmm.
I may be busy.
-I don't think you'll be busy.
-(speaking Spanish)
-Keep up, Hate 'Em, no time to waste.
-You ain't got to wait up for me, pal.
♪ ♪
-(Vic sighs)
One last thing.
Floor tile adhesive.
-Hmm, not on the list, mate.
-We're in a foreign land, Hate 'Em.
If we can't find everything on the list,
we have to improvise.
-Let's improvise, then.
Come here. Here she goes, bash.
-And that is the lot, right.
Let's get to work.
-Let's do it.
We're gonna need some snacks.
-Oh.
My Lily says I shouldn't eat crisps.
Says all the preservatives block the arteries.
-I'd hazard a guess unless we change our line of work,
we most likely won't get to old bones anyway, son.
-Who wants to live forever anyway?
-That's the spirit.
How much is that, mate? -Cuarenta, señor.
-Here, keep the change. -Gracias.
-See you later. Wait for me.
- Café, señor.
-Gracias. -No hay de qué.
-Have you, uh...
Have you developed a personal hygiene problem?
-You what?
-Showering in the middle of the day?
I don't have a problem with Ines necessarily.
-She did stop you getting tortured to death by the Catalans.
-That's a fact that's not lost on me.
Okay. I don't mind you having a bit of stress relief, mate,
but clocking off in the middle of the day to get your leg
over with the mayor's gun-slinging driver.
I think there's a bit of a conflict of interest there.
-Charlie, after everything we've been through
I'm not gonna let anything threaten us now.
I promise, eh?
It's under control. Just...
Look who's here.
-Packs of armed hoods everywhere we go.
Is everyone in this town a bloody Bond villain?
♪ ♪
-Billy Ayres has a job.
Never thought I'd see the day. -(chuckles)
Lotti Mott.
-You know we're supposed to be mates and you disappeared on me.
-Uh...
-Now, I could be a little bit hurt,
but I'm too happy to see you again for that.
Fanta made churros. -Go on, then.
Mate, this kid's got talent. Mm!
-Right, what are we doing today?
-Well, I don't know about you, but I'm stacking shelves.
-Okay.
Where do these go?
-All right, then. Let's have it.
-(up-tempo music playing) -(man vocalizing)
-(laughs)
-What? Is this not how the locals dress?
-Very fetching, Clarence.
What can I get ya?
-Is it too early for a gin and tonic?
-A good G and T is proof that God loves us
and wants us to be happy.
-Right.
Where are all the cowboys at?
-It appears all the cowboys have left me to hold down the fort.
-Well, I'm gonna take this drink seaside.
I'm gonna be a while.
Come join me if you fancy some fresh air.
-Yeah, where are all the cowboys?
-See? This isn't so bad, is it?
-What, stacking shelves?
-Being mates.
-Yeah, who said we were mates?
Oh! Easy. -Dickhead.
(chuckles)
-Oh, Gloria.
How's your son doing?
-I pray for his full recovery and God will listen.
Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?
-Oh, sure.
Um, yeah, this is... This is Lotti.
-Do you like cake, Lotti?
-Well, who doesn't like cake?
-Billy, fetch me plates
and a knife from the kitchen, please.
-Of course. -Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Come on, sit here with me.
-Charlie: How we gonna get to Garcia?
-You know, for once we're gonna try the simple approach.
-Oh, yeah? What's that, then?
-Just try and talk our way past them.
If that goes wrong, I'll take the one on the left,
you handle the one on the right.
-Uh, handle him how, exactly?
-You'll think of something, Charlie.
(whistling)
Would you tell Señora Garcia that I work for the mayor
and I have an important message for her?
-Have the mayor call her personally.
-Well, it really can't wait, pal.
-I won't tell you again. Now walk away.
-Looks like it's going the wrong way, Al.
-It does appear that way, Charlie.
All right.
-Ah...
I'm a man who shoots hoods and chews gum,
and I'm all out of gum.
-Tranquilo, hombre.
-Now take us inside to see Señora Garcia,
or I'll splatter these walls with your innards.
-Okay.
-(laughter)
-(whispering)
-(guns cock)
-Señora Garcia, I've come to tell you that Mayor Ortega is planning to double-cross you.
-(chuckles)
Chico, tell me something I don't already know.
-Déjame un momento. - Vale.
-(growls)
-Are you gentlemen hungry?
-No, thank you. -Actually, yeah.
Quite peckish.
-Albert: Yeah.
-I would imagine your question is,
if I know Mayor Ortega is planning on double-crossing me,
why would I be doing business with him?
-It crossed my mind.
-Servido.
-My family has run our business for many decades.
We have survived many opposing cartels,
and do you know why?
-Please, do tell.
-Because we never forget that outside the family,
there are only predators and their prey.
Everyone that walks through our door is after one thing:
to take all that we have built,
and we protect ourselves accordingly.
-(Charlie grunts) -Now...
I have a question for you.
What is it that you expect to get back in return
for giving me this information?
-Well, I thought we could be of use to each other.
-(grunts)
-(laughter)
-Mmm.
This cake is delicious, Gloria, thank you.
-If everyone ate cake more often,
the world would be a more peaceful place.
-You're right there. -I couldn't agree more.
-(laughing)
Rico, what happened to your eye?
-Who did this to you? -I fell, all right?
Get off me. I'm okay.
-Rico is really a good boy.
So caring.
His father is his hero.
It's more than a boy should have to carry.
♪ ♪
-We gotta get this all out of the way.
Wouldn't want anyone to think we were up to no good, would we?
-Perish the thought, Vic. -(laughing)
-Oh, careful. There we go.
Left.
Oh, in there. There we go.
-Buenos días.
You're Ines, right?
-Yes.
And I know that you are Lily, Albert's mother.
-Yeah, I'm Albert's mother.
-Is he here?
-No, I haven't seen him this morning, Ines.
He's very busy all of a sudden.
-San Toledo can be a busy town.
-Let me ask you a question.
What is your interest in my son?
-We work together.
-For the mayor.
-For Mayor Ortega.
I tried calling him, but he didn't answer his phone.
Do you know where he is?
-Hill men tend to come and go as they please, Ines.
Fretting after them comes with the territory.
-I do not fret, Mrs. Hill.
-Seeing as we're getting to know each other,
I'm gonna give you a word of advice, Ines.
-I'm listening.
-If you hurt my boy in any way,
I will hunt you down, put a bullet in your pretty face
and bury you under these very floors.
Lo entiendes, Ines?
-I understand.
Under the floor.
-Good. Well, I'm glad we've had a chance to chat.
You can see yourself out.
-(rock music playing) -(man vocalizing)
-Right, next, blasting cap.
-Right.
You ready? -Yep.
Easy, mate.
Ooh, careful, Henry.
Half an inch too much and the cap will ignite.
We don't wanna go out like a couple of Roman candles,
now do we, son?
-This is not my first bomb kit, Vic, all right?
Watch and learn.
Hang on. -(crackles)
-Ooh.
Nice work, mate.
-Now, are we prepping this bomb
to blow the safe when Albert gives us the nod?
Or are you looking to fast-track this one?
-(clicks tongue) Well, in my humble opinion, Hate 'Em,
time and money wait for no man.
-I was actually hoping you'd say that.
-(laughter)
-I have no idea what kind of trouble
you find yourself in with our mayor,
but unless you prove yourself of some use to me,
I have no reason to be of use to you.
-(grunts)
-(mouthing)
-Do you know what he has planned for me,
or you just pissing in the wind?
-Well, I know he's paying off that lovely gentleman
you brought to the fight the other night.
You know, the one that's in charge of your shipment.
-Federico. What else?
-That's all I know for certain right now.
-Garcia: How disappointing.
If anything else comes to mind,
you seem very adept at knowing where to find me.
-(sighs)
I think that's our cue to leave.
♪ ♪
-Can you believe that kid?
Talking to his grandma like that.
-He's just a kid, and he's hurting.
-It's not Gloria's fault, is it?
-No, you're right. It's not her fault.
It's your fault.
You are completely responsible for the fact
that his dad is battling for his life in a hospital bed.
You were the one who told him to be a boxer.
You laced his gloves.
You dragged him into the ring kicking and screaming.
You need to pull your head out of your ass and help Rico,
'cause he's just a kid,
throwing his fists about to deal with his feelings
'cause he desperately misses his dad.
Now, does that sound familiar?
Look, I miss ya.
Don't be a stranger, all right?
-Yeah, all right.
-What, Lotti? -Where you off to?
-Evening drive along the coast.
-Hmm. Sounds very romantic, boys.
-Yeah, gotta run. We don't wanna miss the sunset.
-Uh, yeah, it's lovely this time of the year, Lotti,
and, uh, we've never seen a pink like it.
-Pink?
-(whistles)
-I'm not a taxi, Lotti.
-Have you got keys to this shed?
-Five missed calls.
What's the problem?
-I need to tell you something.
-So tell me.
-Look...
I never planned on any of this.
How could I have known?
I mean, you washed up here out of nowhere
in the middle of the night, and...
I never meant for it to get this far.
And now...
Now, even though I should keep lying to you...
I don't think I can. -Lie to me about what?
-Mayor Ortega is the man who killed my father.
-Ortega killed your father?
You... You told me he was killed by a cop.
-Ortega started as a cop
and he buried bodies all the way up to the mayor's office.
He framed my father and shot him
when he resisted arrest.
It was big win for his career.
-So if he killed your father, why are you working for him?
Don't say revenge because you had plenty of chances
to kill him by now.
-It's complicated, Albert.
-Oh, shit.
-What is it?
-They've made a bomb.
-A bomb?
They're gonna blow the safe. -(line ringing)
-We both want the same thing,
all right, to screw over this son of a bitch.
Why can't we help each other?
-No. -(cell phone vibrating)
-I'm not involving you in this.
-(cell phone vibrating)
-I'm already involved.
Okay, I'm here.
I'm neck-deep in this San Toledo bullshit.
-I'm going alone. That's it.
-(cell phone vibrating)
-What is it, Charlie?
-Your dad's made a bomb and he's gonna hit Ortega's vault.
-A bomb?
Oh, shit.
I'll handle it.
-Albert.
-Psst.
Whoo-hoo!
Goal.
That's one-nil, mate.
Your ball.
-Okay, okay.
-(chuckles)
Come on. -Hey!
-Come on!
Taking it back!
Ah, shit.
Aah!
Referee. Referee! Referee!
-That's a foul. -Referee!
♪ ♪
-Ah.
-You must have caught something by now.
You've been out here most of the day, Clarence.
-Uh, maybe you can change my luck.
-Cheers. -Cheers.
Say, when was the last time you got your feet in the water?
-Not since the first night we arrived.
-Well, that just won't do. Come on.
-What? -(both laugh)
-We're going in. -Okay.
-Come on.
-What are we blowing up, Vic?
-Uh...
Follow me, sunshine.
-(Lily laughing)
-How does that feel?
-Refreshing. Very refreshing, Clarence.
-Well, that's good.
-(laughter)
-(grunts)
-Grab hold of that, get it in there.
Who's tangled these up? Is that you?
-That was you, mate.
-(whispering) Dad!
Dad!
-Who's that, Hate 'Em?
-Hold on to that a minute.
-(car approaching)
-(whispers) Vic.
You ain't gonna believe this.
Come and have a look.
Right there, look. Right there.
-Well, look what fell into our laps.
Kill two birds with one stone.
-Yes.
Hold up, Vic. We're outnumbered here.
-(speaking Spanish)
-We might have to abort mission, mate.
-Bollocks.
-(speaking Spanish)
-man: Que pasa, jefe?
-(beeping)
♪ ♪
-(speaking Spanish)
-Dad?
Dad?
What the hell are you doing?
-Oh! -Every time.
Every time you have to go behind our backs, don't you?
You're just incapable,
incapable of making anybody else happy but yourself.
We took a vote and you lost.
We made a decision, didn't we? All of us.
We were gonna wait to hit the vault.
-Yeah, and as the patriarch of this family
I used my right to veto that decision
and expediate the plan.
-Do you wanna know what I think?
-I'm sure I'm about to find out.
-I think it's not that you don't like the plan.
You just can't stand anybody else making it.
That's what your problem is.
-No, Albert.
It's that you keep kicking the can down the road
and I'm not sure you're ready to go all the way.
-Really?
-You know what? I'm out.
You're on your own. See you later.
-(Lily talking indistinctly)
-(laughter)
-Well, well, well.
Well, isn't this a pretty picture?
-(chuckles)
Vic. -Making friends, are we, Lil?
-You know Clarence.
-Not as well as you, apparently.
-I'll just see myself out, shall I?
-Yeah.
Jog on, Clarence.
-It's not what it looks like, Vic.
-Sandy feet, empty beer bottles, laughing like children, hmm?
-Well, maybe if you'd pay me a little bit more attention
I'd be dipping my feet in the sea with you, darling.
-I was busy.
-Busy with what? Drinking with Hate 'Em?
Pacing it back, were ya?
-Actually, he was getting ready
to blow the doors off Ortega's vault.
-What kind of a man would stand against his own family, eh?
-Lily.
Lily, come...
Lily-- -Lily: No.
-What happened, Al?
-Where is Fanta?
-Uh, cleaning the kitchen.
-Fanta?
-Lily, will you just wait?
-No, I'm done waiting for you, Vic!
-What's that supposed to mean?
You're the one gallivanting around with a septic tank
like a giddy schoolgirl.
-Oh, don't you dare bring Clarence into this!
I'm not gonna stand here
and have you make this about that sweet man.
-Sweet man?
-You know, I realized something
while I was dipping my feet in the ocean today.
-That the water's cold?
-That you weren't next to me
because you are never, never next to me.
And the saddest part of it all is that I'm past caring.
-What are you saying?
-I don't know that I wanna be with you anymore, Vic.
I've forgotten why I loved you.
-Lily. Lily, come on.
-(men speaking Spanish over phone)
-Hmm.
Okay.
He says that the share is 50 million euros,
and it will be paid in its equivalent value
in diamonds.
-50 million in diamonds.
-We may have lost the 10 million in euros,
but this is way more interesting.
-Five times more interesting.
-And for the first time since we landed here
we've got a jump on the competition.
-("I Like It" playing)
-♪ You see me walking down the street ♪
♪ I don't want you to be me ♪
♪ Please, oh, please don't leave me be♪
♪ You better keep up with this beat ♪
♪ We'll getcha ♪
-♪ It's just the way I like it ♪
♪ So much better than your plastic hearts ♪
♪ We're all Christians they're all Catholics ♪
♪ But nothing's gonna bring ♪
♪ It's just the way I like it ♪
♪ Blame your temper on your facial scars ♪
♪ We're the martyrs you're the Baptists ♪
♪ But nothing's gonna bring me down ♪
♪ Bring me down ♪
♪ It's just the way I like it ♪
♪ So much better than your plastic hearts ♪
♪ We're all Christians they're all Catholics ♪
♪ But nothing's gonna bring ♪
♪ It's just the way I like it ♪
♪ Blame your temper on your facial scars ♪
♪ We're the martyrs you're the Baptists ♪
♪ But nothing's gonna bring me down ♪