-Charlie: Fifty million in diamonds.
-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.
-The Catalan. I like it.
-"I know you took my diamonds.
"It was the Hill Gang.
They were more resourceful than I anticipated."
-(gunfire)
-I'll save my tears
until after I've brought this bastard Ortega to his knees.
-Where to, Al?
-Back to San Toledo.
We've got unfinished business.
♪ ♪
-I think this is the one, Lil.
(posh accent): Would you like her?
-(posh accent): Well, I think she'll fit the bill perfectly, darling.
-Vic: Ah, good morning. -Morning.
-We were out for our morning stroll,
and we caught sight of this very fine vessel here,
and we decided we simply had to have her.
-This boat is not for sale.
-Oh, but you see, we really do have our hearts set on her.
And I'm sure we can make you a suitable offer.
-Everything has its price, mi amigo.
-Not possible to buy for any money.
This is my boss's boat.
-This is so disappointing, Mr. Hill.
-Indeed. I suppose we'll just
have to commandeer her, Mrs. Hill.
-(electricity crackles) -(groaning)
-(normal voice): Should we take her for a spin?
-(normal voice): Be rude not to, Captain.
-(Vic chuckles)
-(both laugh)
-This should put a cat among Sylvia Garcia's pigeons, hmm?
-Let's hope so, eh?
-(groans)
-(speaking Spanish)
-(boat horn honks)
-(theme music playing)
-(siren wailing)
-Man: Do we have the stones, the diamonds?
Where are you taking the diamonds?
(laughter)
-(sirens wailing)
-Ramirez: Inside! Quickly!
-Very nice place you got here, Ramirez.
-Thank you. This house has been
in the Ramirez family for six generations.
And one day, it will be passed down to me.
Let's retire to the library.
-Vic: Yeah, yeah.
-Charlie: So, uh, yeah.
There's our grand plan in a nutshell.
Any thoughts or concerns?
-All right, so everyone's clear on who has to what, where and when.
-A lot of this all sounds a little too ambitious
for me, lads and ladies.
-Ambitious? It's fucking insane.
-Yeah, and that's coming from Vic Hill.
-Yeah, well, insane or not, it's the best play we have,
so unless anyone's got any better ideas.
-Lotti: Albert and Charlie are right.
I mean, it's so out there,
it's the only thing they won't expect.
-Albert: And it's a house of cards.
Everything has to go down perfectly.
-One misstep, and the whole thing turns to dust.
-Lil? What do you think, love?
-I agree with you. It's fucking insane.
-Hmm.
-But that's been working for us so far.
-Once more into the brink then, son.
-Right. Let's plant the Hill flag
up San Toledo's back doors once and for all.
-Chop, chop.
♪ ♪
-Who's your new friend, Raul?
-Actually, she's an old friend.
General Volkov, meet Lotti Mott.
-Well, I've never met a general before.
-(Volkov inhales deeply)
-(sniffs)
-Adela: A friend of The Catalan...
is always a friend of ours.
Hmm?
-Well, Raul tells us that we're more than friends.
We are comrades.
-You got the diamonds?
-We certainly did.
And we'll need them fenced in good time.
-But before we get to that, we need to clear a path.
-The insurance policy you mentioned last time we spoke?
-Indeed. -What kind of policy?
-Life insurance. -And you'll be paid handsomely for the coverage.
-You told me this topic would only be brought up again
in the case of extreme emergency.
-Extreme emergencies require expert handling.
-And that's why you're the only man for the job, General Volkov.
-I see why you brought her, Raul.
She's better help than The Mute.
The Catalan and the...
-Closer. -The Closer?
I like it.
I like it!
-Suitably scary pseudonym.
-(indistinct chatter)
-(Fanta speaking Spanish)
-(speaking Spanish)
-If I could get you these passports...
when do you need them by?
-Four p.m. this afternoon.
-(scoffs) That won't be easy.
There are many steps involved in these such matters.
-Billy: Maybe this could speed things along.
-(dings)
-Okay. Get me the names and photos and come back at 4:00.
I will have your documents.
-(woman speaking Spanish)
Mm-hmm.
♪ ♪
-(laughter)
-Thirsty, my dear?
-Oh, you know me, darling.
-You and me and the deep blue sea.
-It's heaven.
-(chuckles) -Come here.
-Oh, hello, Sylvia.
-I could have handled this situation myself, Beni.
There was no need to trouble yourself with a journey from Morocco.
-Well, losing 50 million Euros worth of my diamonds
demands a personal visit.
And to think I was betrayed by one of my closest men.
-The ones closest to us...
disappoint us the most.
-(line ringing)
-Ramirez: I tailed Garcia.
She's meeting with the Moroccan
as you suspected, Charlie.
-Priest: Vaya con Dios, hijo.
-(organ music playing)
-Albert: Got your conscience clear, Enrique?
-I just said a thousand Hail Marys
in advance of hunting down
and killing the entire Hill Gang.
-Kill us.
You'll never see your diamonds again.
-That was an impressive heist you pulled off.
And yet,
you are again...
waiting for me in my own church?
-I'm here to offer you a business opportunity.
-Now I'm intrigued, Albert.
Please continue.
-Well, my family and I have grown to like San Toledo.
It's our kind of town,
and we've decided to stay.
But let me make one thing perfectly clear,
I'm not talking about us working for you.
From here on out, we write our own ticket,
and the mayor of San Toledo
will turn a blind eye to our activities.
And in the words of Albert Hill...
"What's in it for me?"
Well, I give you back half of the diamonds and not a karat more.
-Ortega: Did you forget about Garcia?
She will hunt you down,
and cut out your tongues.
And that...
will be beyond my control.
-Maybe she's the one being hunted.
-Ortega: If you return half of the diamonds
and neutralize Garcia,
you will have your deal.
Let me know your plan.
I guess San Toledo's big enough for all of us.
-Well, I'm glad we are in agreement.
-Rico! What you doing here?
-You lied to me.
And you put my papa into the hospital.
So when Snake Eyes said there was a price on your head...
I volunteered.
-I can't imagine how you're feeling.
I never had a dad to lose myself.
But I know what it's like to carry hate around.
-Stay back!
-You wanna hate me,
hate me.
But shooting me?
It ain't gonna take that pain away.
I promise.
Just give me the gun, Rico.
-(Rico sniffles)
-Give me the gun.
-(Rico sobs)
-This life ain't for you.
All right?
You're gonna be all right.
Okay?
Now get out of here.
You don't wanna be around me right now.
-What's the crack, Ramiro?
-Garcia has left.
The Moroccan is still inside.
He has many guards.
-Wouldn't expect anything less
from Morocco's biggest hash exporter.
All right. Here it goes.
All or nothing.
You good?
-Well, they don't call me "The Closer" for nothing, Raul.
-♪ Mambo ♪
-(Lily chuckling)
-We're running a little bit ahead of schedule.
What do you say that we drop anchor
and head below deck for a little while, eh?
-I say Captain knows best.
-(kissing) -(Lily chuckling)
-You come with me.
-(Lily chuckles)
-Good afternoon.
We have business with Mr. Beni Ladrani.
Tell him associates of the Hill Gang are here.
-And we have his diamonds.
All of them.
-(light piano music playing)
-My men are in position.
When your colleagues show up, they will make enough noise
to get Garcia's attention.
-Five minutes to kick-off. -Mm-hmm.
-I notice you play chess.
-On occasion.
Your move, Albert.
-We good? -You won't have any trouble traveling with these.
-Hate 'Em: Get it, get in! Go, go, go!
-(tires squealing)
-Keep your hands where I can see them.
-Don't shoot.
We're unarmed.
-Cop: Get out of the car.
-(man speaking Spanish)
-The interesting thing about chess
is that there are mistakes all over the board
waiting to happen. -(phone rings)
-Si?
(speaking Spanish)
I have your friends in custody.
They are on their way here.
-Well, I think it's time that you called Señora Garcia.
-Vic: Whoo! -(Lily laughing)
-(laughing)
-Vic: Ah! I love it when you get your way!
You get all the supplies, Fanta?
-Yeah, they are in the van.
-Time to roll our sleeves up, boys.
-("El Terron" by The Bongo Hop playing)
-The serpent has arrived at the mayor's house.
-Señora Garcia.
-(speaking Spanish)
-(Ortega speaking Spanish)
-(Garcia speaking Spanish)
It's time to put these dogs down.
The pleasure will be mine.
-(gunshots)
-Señora Garcia.
(Ortega speaking Spanish)
-(speaking Spanish)
-(Ortega speaking Spanish)
-(gunshot)
-A game well played, Albert.
But with one fatal flaw.
-And what would that be?
-Don't miscalculate the other guy's greed.
Those guns I gave you have been de-commissioned.
-(gun clicks)
-You really think for a minute I would share this town with anybody?
I told you before.
San Toledo's my pueblo.
-(distant gunfire)
-Albert: I'll tell you one thing I've learned
during my short time in your...
pueblo,
always take out a bigger insurance policy than the other guy.
-Well, this looks cozy.
-Not too late, are we, Al?
-Actually, you're bang on time, Charlie boy.
-(gunshot)
-(Ortega sighs)
-(gun cocks)
-I kill you for fun,
but for a fist full of diamonds...
-(Ortega groaning)
-I am an elected government official!
You can't kill the mayor, Albert.
-I'm not gonna kill the mayor.
-No! General Volkov will.
-Back to the yard with him. We crush him in a Skoda.
-(Ortega grunting)
-Well!
I think these belong to us.
-(engine revving)
-(tires screeching)
-(rapid gunfire)
-Ines: You will rot in hell for taking my family,
you son of a bitch.
-(gunshot)
-(tires squealing)
-(Ortega panting)
-They're late, Vic.
I don't have a good feeling about this.
-Don't worry, Lil. Albert's got it.
Ah, speak of the bank robber's son
and he shall appear.
-Everybody inside!
-Vic: Chop, chop!
-Come on!
-(metal squeaking)
-He's the fuzz. Been watching the bar.
Made sure he saw us.
-Dunno, could be a lot more cops here at this rate if all goes to track.
-It's rather poetic, isn't it?
It all ending here, at the Bunker Bar.
-Yeah. One way or another, Charlie.
-(sirens wailing)
-(guns cocking)
-(feedback whines)
-Come out with your hands up immediately!
Or we will bring you out with force!
-I don't like this, Albert.
It's a hell of a risk.
-Yeah, well, no risk, no reward, eh?
Hate 'Em?
Mayor Ortega?
Can we talk for a minute?
Still got something you want.
-(Ortega speaks Spanish)
-(Albert groans)
-(Ortega grunts) -(Albert groans)
-(Lily hisses, groans)
-Vic: Don't worry my love, he's a Hill.
-(Ortega grunts)
-He can take a dig or two.
-(Albert coughing)
(coughing)
-(blow lands) -(Albert coughing)
(Albert groans)
-(screaming) You want to try to kill me?
You might have done it too
if it hadn't been for that puta girlfriend of yours!
I really thought you were something special, Albert.
Now look at you.
Your life and the life of your family is soon to end
all because you were too naive to think you could trust her.
-Well, I guess I'm not a very good judge of character.
-This is a cold business.
Your blood runs too warm.
Ines knows that better than you.
Where is she now?
Not by your side, by the look of things.
-Yeah, well, you taught her that lesson a long time ago, didn't ya?
You know, when she was just a kid.
-So you two really were close.
(laughing)
This gets more tragic by the minute.
You let yourself care about her,
about those degenerate friends of yours
and your pathetic father.
You let your attachments blind you.
You would have liked Ines's father,
he was soft like you!
When he heard rumors of another cop
shaking down drug dealers
and moving the product himself,
well, he just had to catch the guy!
-And that other cop was you.
-We all had to start somewhere!
I killed Jorge Santiago
because it was a means to an end.
The same reason I killed those men after him,
whose names I barely remember.
Same reason I will kill you.
Now, you go back in there
and bring me back the diamonds,
and your associates,
with their hands in the air!
You have two minutes.
Not a second more.
-He's coming in two minutes.
-Okay! Everybody in position.
-Don't think you're leaving me out of all the fun.
-Wouldn't dream of it.
-Everything okay with your Romanian friends?
-Oh, yeah. We had a riot.
♪ ♪
-(laughter)
-(rapid gunfire)
-(laughter continues)
-Albert?
The confession?
-Charlie?
-(phone beeps)
-(line ringing)
-Did you get it, Ramiro?
-Every filthy word
that came out of that bastardo's mouth, Charlie!
-(Ortega grunting) -(Albert groans)
-(Ortega grunting) -(Albert groaning)
(Albert groans)
(Albert coughing)
(Albert grunts)
-I killed Jorge Santiago,
because it was a means to an end.
The same reason I killed a dozen men after him,
whose names I barely remember.
The same reason I will kill you.
-Do it now. Exactly like I told you.
-I am like the wind.
Yah!
-(sighs)
He recorded a full confession.
It should clear your father's name.
-Right, it's about to get fucking noisy.
-(guns cocking)
-(speaking Spanish)
-(indistinct shouting)
-(rapid gunfire)
(gunfire continues)
-It's good.
-Oi! Dickhead!
-(rapid gunfire)
-You good? -Good.
-Billy: Get a move on, Charlie. Go, go, go!
Come on, then!
(screams)
-(gunfire)
-Vic: Go! Go! Go!
-Light 'em up.
-(gunfire)
-Inside! Come on!
-Lotti: Go, go, go, go, go! -Get inside. In you go.
Everybody, let's go!
-A bunker in a bunker.
Brilliant!
-Vic: Get in!
-(locks clicking)
-Well, I thought if we all get this far,
we might all need a drink right about now.
-(helicopter blades whirring)
-All: Cheers!
-(panting)
-(laughter)
-You guys are off your rockers.
-Stick around, Ines. The fun is just beginning.
-Whichever way this goes, Albert,
I just want you to know that I am really proud of you.
And more importantly, I really trust you.
You have risen up against all the odds.
-I can see clearly the man that you have become.
I...
I love you, Albert.
(sniffles)
-I love you, too, Dad.
-(Vic clears throat)
-(guns cocking)
-Come out with your guns down.
I will spare your lives.
You have my word.
-I wouldn't wipe my ass with your word, Ortega.
-Fuego!
-(rapid gunfire)
(gunfire continues)
-(bullets ricocheting) -(man grunts)
-(heavy thud)
-(gunfire stops)
-(Ortega yelling in Spanish)
-(Fanta whimpering)
-(heavy thud)
-They are going to get in!
-Hold your nerve, son. Hold your nerve.
-(heavy thud)
(thudding continues)
-Door's gonna go, mate.
-Stand tall. -Door's gonna go.
-I did warn you
there would be a bomb!
-(rapid gunfire)
-Man: Hold your fire!
-What was that? -Man: It's safe to come out.
-You can open that door now, Hate 'Em.
-Open it.
-Not a second too soon, Ladrani.
-Beni Ladrani always honors his end of the deal.
Now it's your time to do the same.
-First things first, eh?
Hate 'Em!
-Get up! -(Ortega moaning)
-Albert: Yeah, Mayor Ortega, you were right.
There really are so many mistakes on the board just waiting to happen.
-Charlie: You got so caught up in your business,
you forgot the most important rule.
-It's always personal.
-Now San Toledo is our pueblo.
-Checkmate, pal.
-I will disappear.
You will never hear or see from me again.
-We can easily arrange this.
You're coming back to Morocco with me.
I will take my time with you.
-(phone chiming)
-Ramirez (on phone): Turn on your TV.
It's on the news, Charlie.
-Uh, one second, guys. Billy, turn on the TV.
-(TV remote clicks)
-(speaking Spanish)
-I killed Jorge Santiago,
because it was a means to an end.
The same-- -(TV clicks off)
-Listen to me, it's over now.
Okay?
-Muta.
-(Ines sniffles)
-I think this belongs to you, Beni.
-Ah, minus the 10 million delivery fee, of course.
-Well, you know,
depending on current market value, Lotti.
-Yes, Charlie, depending on market value.
-Small price to pay for clean house.
-(Vic clears throat)
-Do you plan on staying or...?
-We've got no plans to leave.
I'm afraid I can't make any decisions
without talking to my people first.
-Hmm, I can respect that, but we'll talk, huh?
-Uh, Vic, where did you moor the yacht?
Mr. Ladrani needs to get back over the drink.
-She's parked out the front, Charlie boy.
It's hard to see 40 million
just stroll out through the door.
-Well, just look on the bright side, darling.
We have exactly what we came here with, 10 million.
-Vic: That's very true, my love.
From now on my glass will be half full.
-Man.
I'm sorry about the bar, Lotti.
I know how hard you worked on it.
-Oh, that's okay.
Just wait till you see what I'm gonna do with the place now.
-Go on, girl.
-(both chuckle)
-I could eat a fucking horse. What we cooking, son?
-Arroz caldonso, family style, Hate 'Em.
-Si , Fanta, family style.
-(waves crashing)
-So now it's all over, what are you gonna do?
-Honestly...
I never saw being a cop as anything more
than a way to get justice for my father.
Now that the truth is out...
I don't know what I'll do.
But I know that I can't stay in San Toledo.
-Yeah, but Ines, this entire plan
was about exposing Mayor Ortega.
-(Ines laughs softly)
-And reclaiming San Toledo for the good guys.
And we've done that.
-And now you're just gonna leave?
-(Ines chuckles)
-Thank you, Albert.
-Nah.
Thank you, Ines.
-(upbeat music playing)
-(reporter speaking Spanish)
-(cameras clicking) -(reporters clamoring)
-(applause)
-Gracias, gracias.
-(reporter speaking Spanish)
-(speaking Spanish)
-(door opens)
-(guard speaking foreign language, laughs)
-(laughter)
-(screams)
-Ready to go to work, Lil?
-I thought you'd never ask, Vic.
-(laughs)
-Vic: Buenos dias, Señor!
-Lily: This is a fucking robbery! -(guns cock)
-(bell ringing)
-Good work today, Pablo.
Let's have a shower.
-Rico: Billy!
I think you know my father, Ruben.
-I'm glad to see you're better.
-(speaking Spanish)
-We looked out for each other.
So, what are you gonna do now?
-He's not gonna fight anymore.
He's looking for a job.
-A job?
Well, that's easy.
I need someone to manage this place for me.
Starting now.
I got somewhere I need to be.
-Ruben: Gracias.
-(indistinct chatter)
-Chefs, you should consider yourselves very lucky
and privileged to be standing here
in Chef Fanta Limon's kitchen for our grand re-opening.
Now, we expect nothing but the finest work here.
Think Michelin stars and nothing less.
Over to you, Chef.
-In my kitchen,
we cook with passion.
We cook with our hearts
and our souls.
♪ ♪
-♪ Work it, baby ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪
♪ Free your mind ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Work it, baby ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪
♪ Free your mind ♪
♪ Hey, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Do what you wanna do ♪
♪ Be who you wanna be ♪
♪ Live like you 'bout to die ♪
♪ Break off and live your life ♪
♪ Dance to your favorite tune ♪
♪ Shake that thing with attitude ♪
♪ Work it, baby, work that room ♪
♪ Living like you know you should ♪
♪ Work it, baby ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪
-This place is amazing! Look around.
This is what I call a grand re-opening.
-Yeah, it does look good.
Still wish we could have built that pier though.
-Well, now that we've got our little friend
sitting at the mayor's desk,
I don't think we're gonna have much problem
getting a permit to build one.
-He didn't!
-By a landslide!
-The crooked road's finally gone straight, eh?
-Not too straight, I hope!
-It's just starting to get fun around here.
-Time for a sharpener?
-(Lotti chuckles)
-Vic: Ah.
-Lotti: To The Bunker Bar.
-All: To The Bunker Bar.
-(stammers) Uh, well, where's Albert?
♪ ♪
-Hola, Alberto.
-So you came back.
-I came back to ask you to come with me.
-Ines, listen to me-- -Shh!
Just close your eyes and picture the life you want.
Now all you have to do...
is take it.
-♪ No more hanging 'round wondering what to do in town ♪
♪ Let's go, we got places to be ♪
♪ No more waiting out to somebody else's doubt ♪
♪ There are too many things to see ♪
♪ Time to take a ride on over to the other side ♪
♪ Gonna show 'em what we've got ♪
♪ Tell me what's the worst that could happen ♪
♪ The best is yet to come ♪
♪ Tell me, what could possibly go wrong? ♪
♪ We got it going on ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ You and me ♪
♪ We'll be living really wild and free ♪
♪ The world will see ♪
♪ We're becoming who we're meant to be ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ We got the touch, we got the love ♪
♪ We got everything we need ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Oh, it's getting bigger ♪
♪ Oh, we're on a winner ♪
♪ Not just beginner's luck when you roll with me ♪
♪ We got more to sell ♪
♪ But we got all the diamonds ♪
♪ We got everything we need ♪
♪ We're just getting started ♪
♪ Gonna be the smartest ♪
♪ We got everything we need ♪
♪ Right now, right now ♪
♪ Forever of the just once ♪
♪ We got everything we need ♪
♪ Right now, right now ♪
♪ The laughter the sweet things ♪
♪ We got everything we need ♪
♪ Tell me, what's the worst that could happen? ♪
♪ The best is yet to come ♪
♪ Tell me, what could possibly go wrong? ♪
♪ We got it going on ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ You and me ♪
♪ We'll be living really wild and free ♪
♪ The world will see ♪
♪ We're becoming who we're meant to be ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ We got the touch, we got the love ♪
♪ We got everything we need ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Oh, it's getting bigger Oh, we're on a winner ♪
♪ Not just beginner's luck when you roll with me ♪