-Ortega: Your son, he is smart enough
to recognize the order of things.
-Vic: Bollocks to the mayor.
I, for one, have had my fill of living
under his fat shadow.
-Ines: Once you pick me up,
you won't be able to put me down.
-I think there's a bit of a conflict of interest there.
-I'm done waiting for you!
I don't know that I wanna be with you anymore.
-Fanta: The share is 50 million euros.
It will be paid in diamonds.
-For the first time since we landed here
we've got a jump on the competition.
-♪ Wakey, wakey ♪
-(-up-tempo music playing)
-Billy: I'm in here.
-Aah.
-♪ Wakey, wakey ♪
-Vic: Proper bloody gangsters, this lot, eh?
(sighs)
-Morning, love. -Morning.
Look at those two over there, sweet as sleeping kittens.
-They're tired.
Seven to a bungalow makes for uncomfortable living.
-Albert: Mum, it's all gonna be sorted out soon enough.
After the watches and jewelry's sold,
it looks like we raised just about enough capital
to get ourselves up and running now.
-Well, today's the big day, isn't it?
-Why's that, then?
-We're taking over the bar today, Dad.
-Oh, yeah, that's right. Sorry, slipped my mind.
-Morning, everyone. -Morning, mate.
I mean, after this place,
our basic needs and few odds and ends,
it's a miracle we found a bar with any potential.
-Well, I think it's exciting.
The Hills are going into business.
-And I am off to meet the owner.
See you later.
-Wait, wait, wait, wait. Albert, Albert, hold on.
-What is it, Dad? I don't wanna be late.
-Listen, I didn't wanna say this inside,
but there's still time to go another way here.
-Another way?
-Oh, I know we talked about this.
-Yeah, only a hundred times.
-I just wanna be sure you're sure, Albert.
-Hey, Mum's sure. Everybody's sure.
You're the only one that's not sure.
-To be fair, I mean, what do we know
about the bar business, son?
-This isn't about a bar.
-Oh. It's not?
-No.
It's about the fact that you still don't trust me.
-(car door opens)
-(theme music playing)
-(siren wails)
-Man: Do we have the stones, the diamonds?
Where are you taking the diamonds?
(laughter)
-♪ Con permiso ♪
-(pop song playing in Spanish)
♪ ♪
-Hmm.
Goodness, Romero, you look like you've seen a ghost.
-I nearly did. My own!
-Oh, how's that, then?
-I'm sure the mayor knows
I took the blueprints for the fish market.
-Well, I think you're being overly suspicious.
-It's not safe at work.
It's not safe to go home.
I'm an outlaw.
A fugitive from society.
-(exhales)
Take a deep breath.
You're amongst friends now.
-Yeah, you know, and, uh, we're the kind of friends
who take care of our own.
-Thank you both.
I feel better already.
Except... do you have a toilet?
I'm a little bit perspiring.
-Oh, yeah, of course. Just through there.
-Fully paranoid, that one.
-Indeed.
-I guess this life isn't for everyone, eh?
-(sighs)
-Well, you wanna tell me who gave you that black eye?
-Ugh. Just some asshole.
-Some asshole.
The asshole got a name?
-One of Snake Eyes' boys.
-Snake Eyes.
And what does Snake Eyes want with you?
-He wants me in his crew. I said no.
-Yeah, well, don't worry about it.
We'll sort it out.
-Albert: Let's get down to it, then.
Now, it looks like we lost our shot
at getting our 10 million back last night.
-But we might be onto something even better.
-Right, and in the exchange, Ortega mentioned
Garcia's supplier is soon to be receiving his cut.
-Fifty million in diamonds.
-Well, yeah, more or less, depending on market value.
-We could buy this shithole of a town outright.
-Now there's a thought, Hate 'Em.
-So... (chuckles)
after nearly being busted last night
trying to break in to this vault,
you wake up and decide,
why not steal 50 million in diamonds?
-Basically, Mrs. H., yeah.
-After Ortega steals 'em from Garcia, of course.
-A heist on a heist?
-Yeah.
A heist on a heist.
-♪ Like the man say ♪
♪ Each and every day ♪
♪ This is another day ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Do your thing now ♪
♪ Reggae Reggae... ♪
-Everybody seems to be on board with the idea.
-Well, what's not to like?
-Well, the small matter of us all not getting dispatched
in the process.
-Ugh. Great things never come
from staying in one's comfort zone, Al.
-Well, in that case, we'll ring the bell.
-Hang on, what... Where are you going?
-Gotta take care of something. -Oh.
Something involving Ines,
our friendly femme fatale, is it?
-You're gonna have to trust me, Charlie.
-'Course I trust you, Al. Why wouldn't I?
You always make the right decision in a pinch, right?
-Is that a statement or a question?
-(car approaching)
-Hmm.
We got a strict policy regarding pets at the bar, ain't we, Charlie?
You'll have to leave the piglet out here.
-Oink, oink.
-(speaking Spanish)
-Pedro. -Charlie: Ooh.
-This one's rather excitable, isn't he, Al? -(chuckles) Yeah.
-We're looking for some clever hombres
who went sneaking around where they shouldn't have last night.
Mayor Ortega wants special attention paid to this situation.
These hombres made some mistakes last night.
It's just a matter of time
before they tell me all their secrets.
-Well...
thanks for the visit, chaps, and the, uh,
unsolicited insights,
but we're kinda busy today, so, if you don't mind.
-(chuckles)
Such clever hombres.
-Shit. Looks like they're onto Vic's failed bomb exploits.
Yeah. Well, listen, the fact that we didn't get black-bagged right here and now
means they don't know it's us yet, all right?
-Yeah. Seemed pretty confident to me, Al.
-Come on.
-Yes. -Yes.
-Lily. Lily, please.
(sighs) I've, uh...
I've been thinking all night about what you said.
You didn't really mean it.
-Yeah.
Yeah, I did, Vic, I meant it.
-I didn't realize you were so unhappy.
-Neither did I.
You know, it's just these last few weeks
I've started to...
see myself again,
who I used to be.
-We can fix this, love.
-Maybe some things are just broken.
-(sighs)
-Make the call, set that meeting with your friend.
-Way ahead of you, mate.
It's all set up for this afternoon.
-Ah. So I've been thinking.
I suppose the key thing in any good heist on a heist
is knowing where the thief is going before he gets there.
Right? -Yeah.
-Hazard a guess Ortega's not feeling too confident
about this fish market hideaway at the moment.
-You know, he'll have to take 'em somewhere else,
somewhere that we don't know about.
-So it's simple then.
We hit them in transit.
-That sounds about right.
-So, were you right, Lotti?
Was I worried for nothing?
-Uh, maybe not nothing.
The mayor might have reason to be a little mistrustful.
-Oh, no.
My mother will be so embarrassed.
-May I suggest you don't tell your mother?
-I tell her everything.
And in the proud history of my family,
going back for generations, never have any Ramirez
received so much as a parking violation.
And look at me now.
Ramiro Ramirez, an outlaw.
-Hate 'Em: Outlaw?
Strangest-looking outlaw I've ever seen,
and trust me, I've seen a few.
-Hate 'Em All Henry, meet Ramiro Ramirez.
He's... He's one of us.
-Nice to meet you, Senor Henry.
-How's he one of us?
-Ramiro helped us get the fish market blueprint,
and now the mayor's got a hard-on for him.
-And now, all you are protecting me.
You are very kind.
-Yeah, our schedule is kinda full today, so...
-Yeah, so, uh, we're gonna need you to babysit.
-All right, one outlaw to the next. Let's go.
-Oi, Charlie, Albert, Lotti!
Babysit him? What do you mean babysit?
-My very own bodyguard.
Fantastico.
-Babysitting?
-Billy Ayers.
You keep disappearing on us, mate.
-Yeah. -How you doing? You... you all right?
-Yeah, I just wanted a quick talk with Lotti.
Do you got a minute?
-Okay. -Yeah.
We'll catch you later. -Yeah, see you later.
-Lily, just hear me... (sighs)
Too harsh. Bollocks.
Now, Lily, just... (sighs)
Too smarmy.
Now, Lily, just hear me out now, please.
I know I've been a bit distracted of late, but...
-And Rico doesn't know what Snake Eyes wants him to do?
-Well, if he does, he's not saying.
-He must be scared.
-I just keep thinking, if it wasn't for me,
his old man would be here to look out for him right now.
-But, Billy-- -No, uh...
I'm not trying to feel sorry for myself.
Now, it's my fault or not,
kid's gotta face this on his own, right?
-Well, maybe he shouldn't face it alone.
You said it yourself, Rico needs someone right now.
And I think you know why you walked into that mercado in the first place.
And it wasn't to restock shelves.
You went because you needed to find some way to help Billy.
♪ ♪
-(indistinct chatter)
♪ ♪
-♪ I wanna be a rich man ♪
♪ I wanna be a rich man ♪
-(chuckles) Well, what do we have here?
The Catalan and The Mute.
What happened? You don't visit.
You don't call. I thought we were supposed to be friends.
-Well, we've been rather busy.
Yeah, a bit of a, a bit of a tete-a-tete with the locals.
-Okay, let's talk over a meal.
Adela, my daughter, is making a stew that you cannot forget.
Two days and two nights she prepares the stock, Raul.
You like stew, The Mute?
-Mm. (Albert grunts, clears throat)
-So...
it's not my pleasant company that brings you here today?
-Ah, if wishing made it so. (chuckles)
But, uh, no.
No, we've got rather pressing business to attend to.
-Talk to Volkov. He will listen.
-Well, we-we know you're the man when it comes to guns,
but can you move other merchandise, General?
-I can move anything... but people.
-(spits)
That is dog's work.
-What about diamonds?
-Of course, diamonds.
-Even at scale? Significant scale?
-Are we talking molehill or mountain?
-Mountain. About 50 million euros high.
Give or take, according to market fluctuation.
-That's a very niche market, Raul.
I didn't lived this long without learning how to smell danger.
No doubt whoever possesses these diamonds is powerful,
and power means danger... to me.
For a deal like this, I'm no middle man. I want a cut.
-I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement, yeah.
And in the meantime,
there's another matter I'd like to discuss with you.
-You want me to bury bodies?
This is easy, I crush cars every day.
-No, no, I... I... Uh, insurance, actually.
-Always the surprises with you.
The Catalan. I like it.
We negotiate over stew, I insist.
Adela? Adela! -Really?
Adela, get out here.
-(gasps)
♪ ♪
-♪ Ready, ready, ready ♪
♪ For the fight, yes, I'm ♪
♪ Ready, ready, ready ♪
-The Catalan and The Mute.
-Well...
if you twist my arm, then...
-♪ Ready, ready, ready ♪
-(sniffing)
-♪ Ready for the fight 'cause I'm ♪
♪ Ready, ready, ready ♪
♪ For the fight, yes, I'm ♪
♪ Ready, ready, ready ♪
♪ For the fight, yes, I'm ♪
♪ Ready! ♪
-Interesting bit of work, Fanta.
Don't I taste a hint of lemon?
-(chuckles) Lemon zest, Hate 'Em.
-Of course it is.
-(chuckles) -Inspired.
-(exhales)
-Bit too spicy for you, amigo?
-It's just right, actually.
-So what's the matter?
-I need Pepper. -Pepper?
No pepper. It doesn't need pepper.
-My house is not far.
If we hurry, the food may still be hot when we return.
-You want me to take you back to your house?
-But of course. For Pepper.
-(scoffs)
-What are you, nuts?
Ortega's probably got a carload of contract killers
sitting outside your plot right now,
waiting to do some target practice
with your pinhead.
-But maybe-- -No.
No. I said no.
-Okay.
-(Lily talking indistinctly)
Lily: Clarence, you look terrible.
-(both laughing)
-Clarence: You want another?
-No, I'm all right. Thanks, Clarence.
-Well...
-Mm, go on, then.
-Well, does look like you could use it.
-You don't know the half of it.
-You wanna tell me?
-Hmm...
It's my marriage. It's not at all... well.
-Hmm.
I was married once.
Made the mistake of not digging in when it went too bad.
Biggest mistake of my life.
But, hey, what do I know?
-Well, exactly, what do you know?
-(both laughing)
-♪ Say how could you leave ♪
♪ When I love you so? ♪
♪ I want you to know, yeah ♪
♪ You are my love ♪
♪ My only love ♪
-Thank you for meeting me.
-I want to know who I've been working with all this time.
-(scoffs)
I'm the same person I've always been.
-You left out a few parts.
-And you didn't?
Look, I don't want to fight with you, okay?
I told you I would explain.
-So explain.
-I'm a cop.
-What the fuck you talking about?
-This is not about you or your family, okay?
I'm not after you. -A cop?
-I was undercover in Ortega's organization
before you ever showed up.
I've been after him for months.
-Well, was that claim about him killing your father,
was that a lie as well?
-No.
I'm trying to give you a chance, Albert.
Stop whatever you are doing
because I'm not going to let anything stand in my way.
-Is that a threat?
-No.
It's a warning.
-Shoulders back and chin up.
Half of dealing with these pricks
is how you carry yourself.
Now hold his look. I'll do the rest.
-(speaking Spanish)
-So you come to break bread?
-Whatever debt this kid has with you is cancelled.
He's not gonna roll with you, and he doesn't owe you shit.
-Ain't that right? You don't owe me shit.
-(speaking Spanish)
-Oi. You got nothing to say to him.
You have threats to make,
you bring 'em to me.
Don't make me come back to this shithole,
'cause I'll cause chaos.
-(spits)
-That was badass.
-Yes, it was, son. Yes, it was.
-(exhales sharply)
-Jeez. Who died?
-Nobody died.
-Al, come on, what's the matter? What happened?
-You know what? Nothing.
It's just a lot going on right now.
I'll be all right.
-Well...
you know where I am if you...
ever need to tell me anything.
-Yeah, I do know where you are, Charlie, yeah.
You know what? I'm gonna go for a walk.
Right.
-Albert.
Mayor Ortega wants to see you.
-Right now?
-Now.
Get in the car.
-Senor Henry?
-You're liable to get yourself ironed out
creeping up on me like that in a suit, son.
-So sorry, Senor Henry, but...
I can't help noticing it looks like
maybe you are going out soon.
-Well, maybe I am.
However, you, being the notorious wanted criminal
that you are, son, are to stay put.
-But you see...
I really need my Pepper.
-I'll get you pepper seven ways till Sunday.
Please, don't worry about it. Look.
-You don't understand.
My Pepper is very important. I could not live without her.
-Her?
I thought you was talking about spices.
Mate, listen, I'm not going to get your dog.
-She's not a dog. She's a parrot.
-Come again?
Pepper is a parrot?
-An African gray parrot.
-An African gray.
Why didn't you say that in the first place?
Come on. Let's go and get her.
-What are you doing?
-What does it look like I'm doing?
I'm leaving you and your friend, Clarence, to your own devices.
-What are you talking about?
-Oh, I think we both know what I'm talking about.
Your little afternoon tryst.
-You mean, you followed me like some bloody mark?
-Yeah, and my suspicions were confirmed.
-(door slams)
-Another beautiful day, don't you think, Albert?
-The sun always shines in San Toledo, Mr. Mayor.
-Indeed it does.
Yet, I find myself perturbed.
-How can I help?
-Do not play games with me.
-I don't follow.
-Listen to me carefully, Albert.
I assure you your life depends on it.
I know your father tried to hit my vault.
We found explosive materials and we dusted for his prints.
I gave him a chance and he spat on it.
Now he must be dealt with.
Out of respect, I will allow you to handle it.
Or I will.
But if I do,
all of your family and friends will be buried with him.
Do you understand what I'm telling you now?
-Okay, let me talk to him.
I will talk to him. Right?
I'll send him away. -The time for talk is over!
I hope you see the chance I'm giving you, Albert.
You've met me at an important time.
The future is bright, and if you prove your worth,
you can earn a piece of it and sit at my table.
Don't waste it over a ghost.
Even if that ghost is your father.
-I understand.
I understand.
What did you have in mind for me?
-All will be revealed tomorrow...
but for today...
your answer, Albert.
Can I count on you for what I ask?
-(line ringing)
-Charlie (on phone): Al? -Charlie, we're in trouble.
The mayor knows it was Vic that tried to blow his vault.
Yeah, and he wants his head, and he wants me to take it.
-That's a bit strong, isn't it?
-He's hinted at putting me on a big job tomorrow.
It's the Garcia heist, okay? I know it is.
-What do you wanna do, Al?
-I don't know, okay?
But he was crystal clear, Charlie, crystal.
It's either Vic or all of us.
-Something's going on, I can tell.
How bad is it?
-It's not good.
-Is it Vic?
-I'm trying to protect him, Mum,
but he's not giving me much choice.
-What are you gonna do?
-I'm gonna do what needs to be done.
-Billy.
-Rico, look at me.
You're gonna be fine, okay?
-Snake Eyes: You sure about that, Billy, huh?
You just made more problems for the kid.
-Why are they doing this, Billy?
-Billy: Relax, Gloria.
No problema.
We'll be, uh, we'll be back playing dominoes in no time.
-There's got to be another way, Albert.
This is your father we're talking about.
-Hmm.
H4 to Z1.
Check mate. Boom.
(laughs)
Kasparov, you're shit.
Ahh.
-(cell phone ringing)
-(groans)
Yes, Albert?
-Dad, we need to talk.
-It's your mother you need to talk to, not me.
-This has got nothing to do with Mum. Where are ya?
-(sighs)
(groans)
-We've got a problem.
It needs immediate attention and you are front and center.
-(sighs) Not now.
I've got bigger things going on.
-This is about more than just you, Dad.
For once, just pull your head out of your ass
and try and see there's a bigger picture going on here.
-Oh, well, look who woke up
and put their big boy pants on today.
-Are you quite finished?
-I'm not worried about your mate Ortega.
-Good 'cause it's not him you need to be worried about.
It's me.
-Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown, Albert.
-It's the only way to keep everyone safe.
-You know, it's funny.
Looking at you right now, tonight of all nights,
I don't think you've ever looked more like your father.
-Did you tell Rico, hmm?
And his sweet abuela who you really are, hmm?
The great English hope.
-Listen, you don't wanna do that.
-Hey, Rico...
you know who this hombre really is, huh?
Your big, tough hero, hmm?
-What is he talking about, Billy?
-Listen, Rico...
I was gonna tell you. -Tell me what?
-Snake Eyes (laughs): Oh, man.
This is tragic, huh?
You think this bitch is looking out for you, Rico, huh?
This is Billy Ayres,
the fighter that put your papi in a coma.
-Billy.
-I'm sorry.
-Come see me tomorrow, yeah?
Or I'm gonna light this place with a match.
(laughs)
Let's go.
-Billy, please... leave.
-So you've had a chance to consider my proposition?
-For the sake of my mother and my friends,
I will stand with you.
-And you understand the condition I've set?
-I will handle my father.
But first I need to know what I'm getting into
and what I'm getting out of it.
I will be a lot more effective to you
if you tell me what I'm supposed to be doing.
-You'll know all you need to know tomorrow.
Today you have other business to worry about.
-(horns honking) -(indistinct chatter)
-(speaking Spanish)
-♪ Gun law ♪
-(hip-hop song playing)
♪ ♪
-Joder.
(speaking Spanish)
-♪ Gun ♪
♪ Law ♪
-(tires screech)
-Ortega: Get him, damn it! Get him!
-(grunts)
-(panting)
-I guess you made your choice.
-You're not giving me one.
-Then be a man and do what you have to do.
(grunting)
-(chuckles)
Even now, you must know this was the only way.
Eventually he would have doomed you all.
Go home, pour a drink.
You just bought yourself a bright future
here in San Toledo, starting tomorrow.
♪ ♪
-You must be in the wrong place.
I'm sure there's a cop bar around here somewhere.
-I guess I deserve that.
-What are you doing here?
You come to arrest me?
-Albert, I understand if you can't believe me.
But I'm here because I care about you.
-I don't believe you.
Don't come back here again.
-Just please listen--
-No, you listen to me, and listen good.
I will not let anything stand in my way.
-(footsteps approaching)
-Oh, thank Christ.
(sighs)
Well?
-(pants)
Yeah.
And now it's done.
-You did the right thing, Albert.
-I know.
-(door opens)
-(sighs)
-(door closes)
-Come on, let's walk.
-♪ No, it's never gonna feel like home again ♪
♪ Feels like I'm falling ♪
♪ But this is holding us up ♪
-(vocalizing)
-Ortega's hitting Garcia tomorrow.
-Are you on the job?
-(groaning)
(grunting)
(groaning)
-Well, look who we have here.
Victor Hill, as I live and breathe.
-Who might you be?
-♪ Yo, I can't lie, this feels like a lonely planet ♪
♪ Upper echelon of skill, next level talent ♪
♪ Not many understand this, so I got some explainin' to do ♪
♪ Hold up, let me take it back ♪
♪ Brother like me, probably not a human being ♪
♪ Might be a little blind, maybe hard of hearing ♪
♪ But with the pen when I describe what I'm feelin' ♪
♪ Not many seein' me nod, nope, they can't ♪
-♪ Fuck with that ♪ -♪ Where's the cake with the fresh pair of kicks? ♪
♪ Still fly, so that superpower fits ♪
♪ The origin is when I was a kid ♪
♪ I started noticing maybe I'm a little different ♪
♪ Then one fateful night, I blazed the mic ♪
-♪ Fire ♪ -♪ Made the whole stage ignite ♪
♪ Someone more than a brown writer ♪
♪ Against crooks and liars, I'm a crowd fighter ♪
-♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Oh, you need to ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Oh, you need to ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Oh, you need to ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Oh, you need to ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Take me back ♪