-I don't know where Albert is, okay?
Or what happened to him.
-(grunting)
-I'm gonna go in there, and I'm gonna walk back out
with those diamonds.
-Ortega: Think bigger, Albert.
You see I'm cleaning house across the board.
Garcia...
that lovely interloper out for revenge.
-We need to run.
Don't know where, just out of San Toledo.
Ortega's coming for us all.
-Ines: I know a place we can go.
We need to lay low. Can we use your place out of town?
-Yes, of course.
-(rapid gunfire)
-We can't go back to the Bunker Bar.
-Yeah, not now. We stuck it to Ortega.
-Lily: Albert, where are you?
-Mum, we got a problem.
Call everyone and come and meet us.
I'm gonna send you a location.
♪ ♪
-Get back!
-♪ T with the R with O-U-B-L-E ♪
♪ Lookin' for some trouble ♪
-♪ T with the R with O-U-B-L-E ♪
♪ Lookin' for some trouble ♪
-(indistinct yelling)
-(grunts)
-♪ T with the R with O-U-B-L-E ♪
♪ Lookin' for some trouble ♪
-♪ T with the R with O-U-B-L-E ♪
♪ Lookin' for some trouble ♪
-"I can respect a hungry dog, Ortega.
"It's only natural.
"But a dog that bites a bitch that it's trying to fuck...
"well, there's only one thing coming to a dog like that.
I know you took my diamonds."
"You are incorrect.
"It was the Hill Gang.
"They were more resourceful than I anticipated.
"I can get the diamonds back.
"I know how to find them.
Kill me, and they'll be gone forever."
-(siren approaching)
-(theme music playing)
-(siren wails)
Man: Did we have the stones, the diamonds?
Where are you taking the diamonds?
(laughter)
♪ ♪
-Hey, where is everybody? Huh?
-This is the address Lily sent me.
Must be the first ones to get here.
-That sounds a little more reassuring
than "the only ones to get here."
-Hate 'Em: We had a jump on the others,
so it stands to reason we'd turn up first.
-This place is a little bit spooky.
-Charlie: Okay, look,
I think we should focus on the positives.
We just got away clean with 50 million in diamonds.
We've got a roof over our heads here.
We're 100 miles away from San Toledo.
All things being equal, I think we're doing rather well.
-You said Albert was still in San Toledo when Lily called.
-Yeah, that's right.
-You know, the mayor's not gonna take getting shafted lightly.
-Well, what happens if he didn't get out?
-There's never been a bind that kid hasn't slipped.
He'll be here, don't worry.
-We don't even know whose house this is.
How can we trust whoever sent us here?
-We can't, so we won't.
We've had ample bloody opportunity
to learn that lesson by now.
Do not rely on anyone outside of us.
Now, let's get organized.
Time to lock down the lodge.
I want every window and door secured in this place.
-(Ines speaking Spanish)
He's losing consciousness.
We need to get to the hunting lodge quickly.
-Ines, he's gonna be okay, all right? I'll get us there.
-(squealing)
-Hmm.
-(huffs)
-(snorts)
-This is insane, Billy.
-No.
-(gasps)
-It's gonna be all right, Lotti.
-You think so?
You think it's gonna be all right?
-With all we've been through since we got to Spain...
I'd say we're bulletproof by now.
-Bulletproof.
I'll go with that.
-(grunts)
-You see anything, Hate 'Em?
-Hate 'Em: Quiet as a field mouse out there, son.
You got absolutely nothing to worry about, Fanta.
-That was a lovely bit of work earlier,
getting them diamonds,
you busting through the door with Billy to swing the balance.
And I'm not afraid to admit, I was proud of you, son.
You've earned your stripes.
You're one of us now, Fanta,
and we take care of our own, okay?
-Gracias, Senor Hate 'Em.
-Just one more thing. -Si.
-Don't you ever, ever, let me see you
do something like that again.
You got me? Hmm?
You're a born chef.
Your hands are made for the kitchen,
not for pulling triggers, right?
-You really think so?
You think I can be a real chef?
-Now stop fishing for compliments,
and board that fucking window up.
-(hammering)
-Someone's here.
-Shit, shit. Go, go, go, go.
Kids, look lively.
Vic, it's us! Put the shooter down.
-Vic: Hate 'Em, you there?
-Come on.
Hey, mate.
-(chuckles)
-Well, the plot thickens, huh?
-Yeah, well, it's certainly been a very eventful 24 hours,
that's for sure.
-So what's the gossip on your end, son?
-Well, after my son shot me and I fell off the side of a cliff,
I met the wrong end of an overzealous INTERPOL agent and a cattle prod.
-INTERPOL? -Hate 'Em: Yeah.
Pigs with passports.
-It's an acronym
for International Criminal Police Organization.
-No, I know what INTERPOL is, Charlie.
I'm just slightly alarmed
that they're here in Spain chasing after Vic.
-Don't worry about it, darling.
Inspector William Picket
won't be repatriating anybody any time soon.
-Yeah, yeah. Could've taken the wrong turn
if it wasn't for my Lil. She saved my life.
-Well, with a little bit of help from our friend here.
-It is nothing less than my duty to serve.
-Come on, in you go. Come on.
-So, the rest of it.
Are we fifty bar richer by any chance?
-(chuckles)
-(clears throat)
Oof. Aah.
Ha!
-Oh, ooh.
-Oh!
-Vic: Oh! -Oh, Charlie.
-(chuckling)
-Lily: Charlie.
Aah.
-Fuck me, it's kosher.
-(laughter)
-Well done, Charlie boy.
I could not have done it better myself.
-Thank you, Vic.
Uh, where's Albert?
-Oh, he's all right. He's on his way with Ines.
-Oh.
That's not exactly who he's supposed to be with.
At least not according to the plan
that he and I meticulously laid out.
Yeah, so now we're waiting in some hunting lodge
that belongs to bugger knows,
while he's out day-tripping with his girlfriend.
(sighs)
-Oi...
♪ ♪
-(groaning softly)
-(siren wailing)
-We're being tailed.
-Oh, shit.
-You have to lose him. Drive faster.
-What, and risk leading him to my family? I can't do that.
-(siren wailing)
-Cover him up.
-(groaning)
-Buenos tardes, officer.
Something wrong?
-Your brake light is out.
-Yeah, I've been meaning to get that fixed.
Next stop I'll take care of it.
-Don't move!
-You think we're buttoned down here, mate?
-Yeah, there's no way all those stones
aren't gonna attract major heat.
-Well, at least we got something to protect for once, eh?
-That we do, my son. That we do.
-And, uh...
you and Mrs. H. back in between the sheets, then? Eh?
-Feels like a honeymoon, Hate 'Em.
(laughs)
-Thank fuck for that,
'cause you two started to look like
you was in your own soap opera.
-The drama is in the rearview.
A man can't fight his fate. Let's go.
-(laughs)
-I don't much like putting our faith, fortune, and lives
in the unknown hands of whoever owns this place.
-Yeah, not much to like about it.
-Albert still isn't here.
You don't think he actually-- -Don't be a twat, all right?
Albert'd never leave us for some girl he barely knows, all right?
He'll show up.
-Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
In the meantime, let's go look about,
see if we can find whose lodge we're lodging in.
-Officer, I can explain.
-Ines: Tranquilo. -We found this man on the side of the road.
We think he's been involved in a hunting accident.
-Don't either of you move.
-(grunts)
-Ines: Sal... -Albert: Hey, hey.
-(grunts) Get me back in the car.
-Help me.
Oh, shit.
Come on. Come on!
-There's nothing here to cook.
-Not a crumb, Fanta, and I'm starving.
Come on, let's go and catch our lunch.
-I have a lovely recipe for saddle of rabbit.
-You do? Good. -Yeah.
-Let's go and find ourselves a fluffy little bouncer
and blow its back doors off, all right?
Come on, let's go. (chuckles)
-(engine cranking)
-Albert! The car won't start.
-(indistinct radio chatter)
-Lily: Just getting washed up.
These late-night escapes make for dirty work.
-You...
are...
beautiful.
It's as if I'm seeing you for the very first time,
and yet I've known you all my life.
-Are you sure it's not just the fact that I'm suddenly
a very rich woman that's changed things?
-If there's one thing I've learned, my dear,
it's that there's no amount of money
worth more than being rich in love.
That said, getting back
our very early retirement fund replenished
does wonders for one's disposition.
-You know, I'm not sure I wanna retire now.
These last few days' activities have whet my appetite.
-Really, Lil?
You and me, all in it together,
Bonnie and Clyde wreaking havoc up and down the Costa?
-Vic and Lily Hill, wreaking havoc
up and down the Costa.
-Yee-haw.
♪ ♪
-Ramiro. What are you doing?
-Since I was a little boy,
I always juggle when I'm nervous.
It helps to calm my anxiety.
-We're gonna be okay. You're safe with us.
-I am not afraid of death, Lotti.
I'm afraid of failure.
Aah!
-Sit down.
(clears throat)
Well? What is it?
-I feel very worried, Lotti.
I don't know what will happen next in my life.
-Ah.
Well, I'm not sure any of us do, Ramiro.
-But for my whole life, everything has laid out,
like a path.
All I had to do was follow.
School, then straight to the civil service,
like my father, and my grandfather before him.
A long line of proud clerks.
-But you've already made it farther than that.
Haven't you, Supervisor Ramirez?
-Indeed.
Sitting at the desk is a great honor.
A dream come true.
When I was a boy,
my father would sometimes tell me stories about his work
at the town hall,
and one of those nights he said to me,
"Ramiro, you would become the mayor of San Toledo."
-Hmm.
-And all of that is gone now.
I have lost my path, and I am a fugitive.
-I think it's the opposite.
I think the future's wide-open for you, Ramiro.
I think it's wide-open for all of us.
-Thank you for your very wise words, Lotti.
And now, I must lay down and contemplate my future.
-(squeaks)
♪ ♪
-Oh, you've gotta be bloody kidding me.
-What is it?
-Mysterious circumstances we find ourselves in, eh, boys?
Find anything illuminating?
-Regrettably, yeah.
-It appears we are in the belly of the beast, boys.
-Charlie: A bloody cop's house.
How did Albert not know what he'd be sending us into?
-There's no way he knew.
He'd have sniffed a cop a mile off.
-Not so sure.
He has been quite distracted lately.
And even if he didn't, what does that mean?
Either he did know, and he sent us into a cop's house
without deigning to share that vital piece of information,
or he didn't, and he sent us in here blind.
-Mm-hmm. (gasps)
-(squeals)
-You know the first rule of hunting, son?
The man who chases two rabbits catches none.
-Have you ever hunted a rabbit before, Hate 'Em?
-No, but I've ironed out plenty of other moving targets
and the same rules apply.
Aim, shoot, curtains.
-(rustling)
-(whispering) Yeah.
-Game on, son. Game on.
Keep quiet and low. Quiet and low.
-He's beautiful! -Shh, shh, shh!
Shh!
You stay still for me, my little beauty.
(whispering) Stay still.
-(rabbit squeals)
-Oh, shit.
Go on, Fanta, go fetch it.
-Thank you for your life, my animal brother.
I will cook you with gratitude.
-Sweet. -Hey.
-You got it? -Yeah.
-(car engine revving)
-Hate 'Em, there's a police car.
-Fuck!
-A police car there is!
-Fanta, run! Run, Fanta!
Vic!
-(both screaming)
-(screaming) -(groans)
No, Vic! Vic!
-Don't shoot! It's me! Billy, get over here.
-(groans)
-What's with the paddy wagon, son?
-I'll explain later.
-Vic: Who's the bleeder?
-Ines: He's my uncle.
-He's fading fast.
-Where can we put him?
-Come with me.
-Lotti: I'll get towels.
-(groans)
-(panting)
Vic, what was that all about?
-I think we just met our host. He's old Bill.
-Oh, shit.
-(groaning)
-It's okay.
-(speaking Spanish)
-He's Ines' uncle.
He helped me, Mum.
He helped us.
-Right. Let's get him cleaned up.
-(groaning)
-That man is a cop, Albert.
-Yes, he is.
-And Ines?
-Is she a cop, too?
-Ines is an undercover detective.
-Oh, my.
-How long have you known this? -Not long.
A couple of days.
-And you kept it from us with everything that's in play?
-She's not after us, Charlie.
-And who exactly is she after?
-Albert: Mayor Ortega.
He killed and framed her father years ago.
She wants to bring him down to clear her father's name.
-How do you know she's telling the truth?
-Because I believe her. -Charlie: How can you be sure?
She hasn't been very forthcoming
up to this point, has she?
-Slow down, Charlie. -No.
-If Albert says he believes her, then he believes her.
-No, Vic, no. Albert abandoned us during the heist,
then he led us into hiding with a pair of cops,
and we're supposed to accept that
because Ines tells good bedtime stories?
-Charlie--
-No, Billy, let him say what he's got to say.
-Yeah. I bloody well will, mate.
Now you talk all the time about doing what's right
for this family.
You bang on like it's your noble bloody calling
to lead us all around like a pack of school kids.
And we all trusted you.
And that's no small thing.
-Charlie, listen.
-No.
I'm done listening.
-(speaking Spanish)
-Why was Charlie shouting at you?
-Don't worry, it'll be all right. We'll work it out.
-Albert told him that I'm a cop, and this is a police safe house.
-They're cops?
-Albert.
-It's true.
-My uncle opened his door to you and your family
when you were on the run.
He took a bullet helping you get away.
-(groans)
-And now he's bleeding to death.
And you still don't trust me.
-You're wrong.
He trusts you.
You wouldn't be here if he didn't.
-There's no exit wound. The bullet must still be inside.
-Albert: Well, can you get it out?
-(sighs) I guess we're gonna have to find out.
-Go and look for a first aid kit, Albert.
It's a hunting lodge.
There must be one here somewhere.
-I don't like this one bit.
We have to get out of here now.
-No, we don't. Now we stay here.
-Not as clear-cut as that, son.
-We need to save the life of the man dying in the other room.
-This is our chance, okay?
We got the diamonds, we don't wanna blow it now.
-Wait a minute. We got the diamonds?
-Billy: Yup.
-We had to adjust the plan a little bit,
but we pulled it off.
-Good reason we're all a little bit wary
of our current accommodations.
We need to think ahead, son.
-No, we need to find a first aid kit.
-We need more towels. Be back in a minute.
A penny for your thoughts, Charlie.
-I have every right to be angry at Albert, Mrs. H.
Won't be persuaded otherwise.
That's that.
-You know years ago,
back when you were all kids,
I used to worry about Albert growing up the way he did.
His dad gone,
the Hill reputation hanging over him until he met you, Charlie.
I always felt safer knowing that Albert had you with him.
-It's nice to hear, Mrs. H.,
but that might not prove true reality.
-No, but you always got through it together.
Always together, Charlie.
You know, I remember how you looked at Albert growing up.
Like he was the smartest, craziest teenager around.
Always ahead of the game, never wanted to be outplayed.
And I guess in all the excitement
you didn't notice how he...
how he looked at you, Charlie, but I did.
I noticed. He trusted you.
And I know there were times when the world seemed
a pretty unforgiving place and having someone out there
who he trusted, who he knew...
without a doubt
would always have his back.
No, I don't suppose you realized what you meant to him.
But a mother does.
I don't expect you to forget what's happened
these last few days,
but I hope you know that Albert has always needed you
just as much as you've needed him.
-(sighs)
-You can tell how much he means to you.
-He's the only family I have left.
-Nothing's more important than family, right?
Mine wasn't up to much,
but I found my family with the Hills.
They treat me like one of their own.
I wouldn't let anything bad happen to 'em.
-Is that a threat?
-Actually, it's the opposite.
It's an invitation.
-I don't understand.
-In all the time I've known Albert,
he would do absolutely anything
to protect the people he cares about.
And if he's gone to such great lengths to protect you,
then he must trust you.
And if Albert Hill trusts you,
then you'll be all right with the rest of us.
-(Salazar coughing)
-(speaking Spanish)
-Look, whatever else is going on around here,
we are holding something both Mayor Ortega and Garcia
would love to get their hands on.
We need to make some decisions.
-And I took some precautions before we skipped San Toledo.
I called Clarence.
Asked him to have a sneak around town.
Keep watch for police activity.
-Clarence, the bar fly?
-Yeah, that don't make me feel much better, Al.
-Don't underestimate Clarence, boys.
There's more to that sweet fella than meets the eye.
-Sweet fella?
48 hours ago you was about ready to extract his teeth, Vic.
-I was wrong. And his teeth remain intact.
-If he spots any trouble, he'll give us a call, right?
-(speaking Spanish)
-(line ringing)
-Pick up, Lily. Come on, pick up.
-(groaning)
-I hear there's a bullet needs removing.
I boiled the tweezers to kill any germs.
Do you want me to get it out? -Ines: No.
No.
I can do this.
-Hmm.
You hold tight, my friend. This is gonna hurt.
Take a deep breath, love. You've got it.
-(sighs)
-Shh. Shh.
Shh.
It's out.
-Bloody hell. After all that she can thread a needle.
-Excuse me?
-Oh, nothing.
Tidy work, love.
-So what do you think, Vic?
-Five minutes ago I was wracking my brain trying to figure out
how my one and only son fell for an officer of the law.
-And now?
-Now, I know he didn't fall for a cop.
He fell for her.
-I... I think you might be right.
-Hmm.
-(footsteps approaching)
-There you are.
-What did I do?
-It's not what you've done.
It's what you can do that I'm interested in.
-Go on.
-Look, I think you're the only one
who can help Albert and Charlie patch things up.
You three have been best mates for years.
No one knows them like you do.
-So what am I supposed to do?
-I don't know.
Figure it out.
Look, we've all gotta work together
if we're gonna get through this, all right?
-Albert.
Can I have a minute, son?
-Why? So you can tell me how badly I fucked all this up?
-Well, I mean, things could've gone a little bit smoother,
but we're all still alive, and we've got the diamonds.
-What is it then?
-Listen.
I-I know that we didn't have a lot of chance to talk
when you were growing up.
After all, I was behind bars for your formative years.
-I got by. -I know you did.
And you did it without any of your old man's pearls of wisdom.
-Dad, if you're about to give me the speech
about a Hill is never to trust cop,
it's a little bit late for that, don't you think?
-Well, a few years ago I might've tried
to convince you of that, but not today.
-Why, 'cause I've already screwed that one up?
-No, 'cause it would've been wrong.
Hopefully it won't take you as long to learn what I have.
You know, you can be the strongest,
smartest, most daring robber in the world, but...
listen to this.
There's no score that's ever gonna be big enough
to fill in what you lose along the way.
-You feeling all right?
-Never better.
-Hmm.
-And to be perfectly frank,
after everything that we've been through,
you bringing your badge-bearing girlfriend home
for dinner is hardly the most surprising thing
to happen this week.
(laughing) -Al?
-Yeah? -Can I have a word?
-All right, what is it?
So, what is it? -Stand there.
-Billy, Lotti said you wanted to...
-What's this all about? -Listen, just shut up
and stand there, all right?
-(sighs)
-Al, turn around.
-What? -Just do it.
Okay, Charlie, back up a step.
That'll do. Ass out, Albert.
-Fuck off.
-If the two of you are gonna keep fighting
like a couple of whiny kids,
we'll just sort this out like we did when we were 12.
Charlie's the offending party,
so, by the laws the three of us sat down,
Charlie gets one free kick to Albert's ass.
Hard as you like. -What is this?
This is ridiculous. -Hold... Hold on.
He might be on to something.
-Come on then. Let's get going.
-All right, you know what?
If that what it takes, okay,
I'm prepared to face my sentence, all right?
One kick, Charlie.
-Oh!
-(sighs)
-(laughing)
I can't believe this actually used to work.
-Things were simpler back then.
-For Christ's sake, turn around.
You look absurd standing there like that.
-(laughing)
-Right, I should've told you, Charlie, okay?
I just felt like I need to think
about how I wanted to handle it first, and I'm sorry, okay?
I should've sought your advice.
-(sighs)
Maybe I was wrong.
I should've known you weren't gonna leave us all behind.
-(bell ringing)
-Fanta, will you please do us the honor,
and let our guests know exactly what's on the menu?
-Si.
For dinner we are serving braised rabbit
over seasoned wild mushrooms and a micro green salad.
-Sounds delightful.
-Let's eat then, shall we?
-I'm gonna go check on Ines.
-All right.
-Vic: Smells good.
-Good stuff.
-Delicious. -(cell phone vibrating)
-(indistinct chatter)
-(laughter)
-Fanta, that was amazing.
-I've missed five calls.
It's Clarence.
Ortega knows we're here.
-How long ago did he call?
-About an hour ago.
-Then we've only got about 30 minutes to get out of here.
-Let's go now. Chop, chop, come on.
-Ramiro, vamos.
-Ortega's onto us. We've gotta move, Al.
-Fuck.
All right, let's get him into a car then.
-Sal is too weak to move to a car. I won't leave him.
-Listen, we have to leave, okay?
If you stay here, they're gonna kill you both.
-No. I'll take my chances.
-Clock's ticking, Al.
-I'm not just gonna leave them here on their own.
I've gotta stay.
-I've got the diamonds.
-Everybody in the motors.
-Wait! Got a problem.
Salazar is too ill to move.
Ines won't leave him.
-Where's Albert?
-He won't leave her on her own. He's staying.
-We need to leave now. Victor, get our son.
-Albert's a grown man. He's made his decision.
-And a Hill never leaves a man behind.
-Couldn't have put it better myself, Charlie boy.
We're short on shooters,
but we'll still give those interlopers
a Hill welcome they won't soon forget.
-(speaking Spanish)
-(rock music playing)
-(grunts)
-(screaming)
-(gasps, grunts)
-(cocks gun)
-(groans softly)
-(rattling)
-Vic: Job done, Albert.
Time we gotta giddy up, son.
-Sal. Sal.
Sal?
Hey. Sal?
-Ines.
-Sal.
-I'll save my tears
until after I've brought this bastard Ortega
to his knees.
-Come on.
-Hate 'Em: In, in. Come on, let's go.
Move, move, move. Quick, quick.
-(grunts) Fuck.
-Vic: Go.
-Hate 'Em: All right.
-Where to, Al?
-Back to San Toledo.
We've got unfinished business.
-Yes, we do.
-(car engine revving)
-(jazz music playing)
♪ ♪