I'm planning a job, David. It's a one-and-out.
DIANNE: And it would require you to leave your current life behind.
New identity. No coming back.
Don't improvise. Don't second-guess.
DIANNE: Stick to the plan.
DRIVER: Muscle! Get in the car!
(wails in pain)
OFFICER: Somebody is killing us, David. Someone's coming.
It's happening.
David?
-SPECIALIST: Who was it? -OFFICER: I don't know.
Felt like a professional.
SPECIALIST: We took over a hundred million pounds.
I'm surprised they haven't killed us already.
Who's they? The people we stole from?
Or one of us.
My parents aren't dead.
They live in England.
I was born in England. I'm English.
-I did bad things. Illegal things. -You're a criminal.
I never wanted to put you in danger.
JULES: We're in danger? How could you do that?
JOE: Jules, I promise. I'm gonna fix this.
SPECIALIST: We should go.
-Go where? -To go end this.
JOE: So it's great, right?
This is really gonna be a restaurant?
JOE: Yeah, sure.
You just gotta, you know, use your imagination.
Like, look, look.
I'm gonna, I'm gonna take out this wall and, you know, open it up.
You know, put tables all through here.
And I'm gonna put a, put the bar right there.
Or actually, maybe, might put it there.
But the best thing, I'm gonna have a wood-burning oven.
You know, like pizza.
Focaccia.
Or whatever.
Yeah, I know you love pizza, so...
Of course, I love pizza.
Everyone loves pizza. It's pizza.
FRANKIE: So does this mean you're sticking around for a while?
What do you mean?
I don't know. I wasn't sure.
-I didn't know if you and Daddy were-- -Yes, Frankie.
I'm gonna stick around.
Hopefully, for a little more than a while?
Is that okay?
Yeah.
Well...
good.
Because there's nowhere else I'd rather be.
(plane whirring)
(intercom dings)
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.
As you can see, the captain has now switched on the fasten seatbelt sign
as we begin our final descent into London Heathrow.
DIANNE: Hey, everyone, eyes front.
Okay, shut up and listen.
As you can see, the vault is built into the foundations.
Its metal walls are five feet thick,
and embedded within them is the mechanism like veins flowing through a body.
And there's nothing electrical on it at all.
It's all analogue, off-the-grid.
So whatever happens, blackout, fire, flood, earthquake,
it stays locked and stays put.
Can't we just use explosives?
They wouldn't even make a dent.
There were only two people in the world remotely capable of cracking this thing.
One of them is this guy, Mislav Barderic.
But unfortunately, he was found dead two years ago.
-Moscow, gunshot to the head. -(Specialist scoffs)
What?
It wasn't me.
DIANNE: The other is this man.
Malek Mizouni.
He was trained by his father, who was himself an old master.
They used to work for organized crime, primarily the CN.
They were the best cracker team around until they got caught.
-What, is he in prison now? -DIANNE: Not anymore.
Now he runs a company that designs and tests security systems.
-So he's gone to the other side. -DIANNE: For now.
But I think he could be lured back over the line for the right price.
So where is he now?
Not too far.
(intense rock music)
(laughter)
(Joe in Spanish)
(in English) Are you Malek Mizouni?
Why?
You see that woman over there?
JOE: Do you know who she is?
She'd like to talk to you.
Please.
I'm not in that world anymore.
If you refuse, she might take offense.
(sighs)
BOTH (in Spanish): Good morning.
(speaking in Spanish)
I have a proposition for you.
A job.
Madame...
I am retired.
DIANNE: I don't believe you.
You are too talented to just give up.
(Malek sighs)
I'm humbled that you would think of me.
It's an honor to meet you. I've heard so much, but...
I cannot do this.
I cannot.
DIANNE: Yes, you can.
Name your price.
MALEK: Please, this isn't about money.
I would be no help to you, Miss Harewood.
A technician like myself, a craftsman...
we need to want.
We need the desire.
The thrill.
The love.
Unless we are useless.
You don't have the love?
This world broke my heart.
You disappoint me.
I expected more from a man of your reputation.
I mean no disrespect.
DIANNE: Señor Mizouni.
If you mention to anyone that we spoke, you will not live much longer.
Your family either.
That I presumed.
Goodbye, Mr. Mizouni.
(breathes shakily)
Please, please...
I must talk with Dianne Harewood.
My name is Youssef Mizouni.
I'm his father.
I taught him everything he knows.
(suspenseful music)
(guns cocking)
You have something to say?
Don't kill my son.
Why would I do that?
He's a loose thread.
Also, you imagine.
He and I spent nine years in prison,
and we never spoke to the police about anything.
Ever.
YOUSSEF: He will not talk.
I guarantee it.
You were listening too.
That makes you a loose thread.
I taught Malek, I'm not retired.
You're an old man.
If you came looking for us,
then you have an old safe.
An old safe needs an old man.
Your fingers don't look too nimble.
I taught Malek, but I taught another.
Someone whose fingers can get through locks like fire through ice.
Who?
(chuckle)
(rap music)
SPECIALIST: Azar Mizouni?
You need to come with us.
(suspenseful music)
(intercom dings)
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,
and welcome to London Heathrow.
On behalf of the captain and the cabin crew,
we would like to wish you a safe travel
to your final destination.
And we look forward to seeing you again soon
on Skyline Airways.
(intercom dings)
(suspenseful music continues)
(indistinct chatter)
-TAXI DRIVER: Where to, mate? -Neasden.
(phone ringing)
CATHY: Hello. We're sorry we missed your call.
Please leave a message, and we'll get back to you.
(beeps)
(Joe grunts)
(sentimental music)
(rattles)
(plastic rustles)
(birds chirping)
(suspenseful music)
(thudding)
It was only meant to be a quick hello.
Not a baccanal.
We haven't even had our dinner yet.
-I only had a couple of drinks. -Ha!
(grunts)
(suspenseful music continues)
Cathy, come eat.
CARL: Cathy!
What's keeping you?
Nothing.
AZAR: Please. Where are you taking me?
-What do you want? -JOE: Just walk.
I've heard good things about you, Azar.
Let me go.
(speaking Arabic)
Enough chit-chat.
DIANNE: Let's get on with this.
(Azar speaks Arabic)
What's this?
Pressure.
(Azar speaks Arabic)
Now. Get to work.
(Youssef speaks Arabic)
(suspenseful music)
(drilling)
(Azar speaks Arabic)
(gasps)
(Azar grunting)
(gasping for air)
DIANNE: Congratulations.
(Youssef coughs)
Everyone, meet Cracker and Greaseman.
So, what's the job?
DIANNE: We've only got about a 12-minute window
until we can expect their backup cavalry to arrive.
So we have to work faster than fast.
Once the vault is open,
Muscle, Right Hand, and I will pack and move the money to here and here,
while Specialist is our firewall.
Once we've packed, the inside team split.
Half go out here.
The rest go out the other side here.
But there isn't an exit on that side.
We'll make one.
Driver will be waiting in the alley for the up and outs.
Right Hand will take the wheel of the car on the opposite side.
Officer flees in her black and white.
Fuse will cover our tracks.
And then we all meet back here for the debrief, the split and the payday.
And that's when you'll each get a grab bag with new passports, papers,
and everything you'll need for your new identity.
Clear?
You said a fuse will cover our tracks. What kind of fuse?
Him.
That's Fuse.
He's our explosives man.
He'll be orchestrating our ins and outs.
FUSE: Is this everyone?
This is the crew.
Nice.
(noisy slurping)
(chattering in the distance)
Fuck.
(intense music)
(child shouting)
You here to kill me?
You told me to come here.
JOE: You killing the crew?
I already told you that I'm not the one who's doing this.
JOE: It could be a lie...
to coax me out.
Get me here.
I'm not killing the crew.
Why did you contact me?
To warn you.
Because we had a system.
Someone contacted me.
Who?
Officer.
-She didn't say. -Who didn't say?
Her.
What is this? Why is she here?
SPECIALIST: She found me. Annoyingly.
Hello, David.
You contacted him?
Yeah. He hung up on me.
SPECIALIST: Why didn't you tell me?
Why didn't you tell me we were here to meet him?
Three years and I hear nothing.
And then both of you contact me in the same week.
It doesn't feel right.
JOE: Specialist, listen to me.
I don't trust you either, but someone is killing the crew.
We need to work together.
We need to fix this before the killer finds us.
She said he came for her already.
The killer. She said she saw him in Paris.
What? You saw him?
COLIN: David?
David?
Fuck, it is you, David!
-Colin. -Fuck. David.
Shit. Sorry to interrupt. We're old friends.
Can you just give us two seconds? Come here.
It's, it's not a great time, Colin.
Not a great time? Jesus, David, I've not seen you in years.
-Where did you go? -It's a long story.
I was-- You just vanished. I thought you were...
Fuck. This is crazy. Um...
I, I work here now.
-What about the club? -COVID. We had to shutter the club.
It'll be back. Just, you know, it takes money.
Hey, God. You wanna go for a coffee or something? I could take a break.
-I can't, I'm sorry. -What about later?
COLIN: We could get a drink, catch up.
God, I've, I've missed you, David.
I really gotta go, Colin.
-You still on the same number? -Yeah.
Okay. Well, I'll call you, yeah?
Sure. Yeah. Okay.
Take care, yeah?
You too, David.
What the fuck was that? Who the hell is he?
Did you tell him you're gonna meet me here?
No. No.
He's civilian, he's not one-- It's just a coincidence.
-What else did you tell him? -Nothing.
Who else is watching us right now?
No one. I swear I haven't told anyone, Specialist.
Why do you keep calling me that?
I know you call me Psycho behind my back.
What? I didn't tell her.
Listen to me.
We're in danger.
We need to team up. We're safer together.
We need to figure out who's behind this. We to find out what they want.
You really saw him? The killer?
Briefly. I clocked him before he got too close.
I was lucky.
-What did he look like? -White. Slim.
Scary. He had these crazy eyes, these mismatched eyes.
One blue, one brown.
OFFICER: I thought I was gonna fucking die, David.
-I thought I was done. -JOE: Shit. Did he hurt you?
-Are you all right? -OFFICER: No.
-I was lucky I got away, but-- -JOE: We need to find out who sent him.
OFFICER: Yeah.
It's probably the people we robbed, whoever they are.
Or the person who hired us?
Dianne Harewood?
We didn't stick to the plan, David.
JOE: You think she's behind this?
Has she made contact?
-Do you know where she is? -No.
But I think we need to find her.
To fix this, we need to find Dianne as soon as possible.
Right, Specialist?
Specialist?
Fuck.
OFFICER: Excuse me. Excuse me.
-Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. -Sorry.
JOE: What the fuck?
She's gone.
I don't understand. She drags me all the way here.
And then she just, she just disappears?
Fuck!
(funk rock music)
DOCTOR: Good luck.
JOE: Thanks, Doctor.
(fuck rock music continues)
(groans, moans) Oh, shi--
Hey, whoa, whoa. Stay still. Stay still.
You only just had surgery. Stay still.
Oh, am I alive?
I don't feel like I'm alive.
You're loaded on morphine.
David! Aww.
-David! -Come on, sto--
Muscle.
Did we get the money?
JOE: We got some.
On our way to find out just how much.
We did it.
OFFICER: We made it! (chuckles)
-Just stop talking. -OFFICER: Now that...
And rest.
(door buzzes)
Wait, wait, wait! It's me. It's me.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! It's Muscle. Let him up.
You survived.
Good for you.
Where is everyone?
-Good fucking question. -It's just us.
-You, me, him and her. -JOE: And Officer.
-Outside. -Alive?
We were all meant to meet here.
-Where's Brain? Fixer? -Not here.
What do you mean not here? The plan was--
We know what the fucking plan was, Muscle.
-Did Brain get out? -We don't know.
-So how long have you been here? -DRIVER: Too fucking long.
-Forty-seven minutes. -And what about Cracker and Greaseman?
Their bags are gone. Greaseman, Cracker, Right Hand.
They came, got their bags, and got the fuck out of here.
-What, you saw them? -No. They came and went
before we even arrived.
SOLDIER: They left money.
They took those grab bags and then left two bags of cash.
That's theirs.
None of this makes sense.
Why would Brain and Fixer not show?
So, what do we do now?
We save ourselves.
We go.
We take our split. Take our bags. Go.
SOLDIER: No. Brain told us to meet here, so we wait.
We don't wanna cross someone like Dianne Harewood.
-We can't just-- -DRIVER: Jesus Christ, are you stupid?
She's not coming.
JOE: Driver's right. Waiting here's too dangerous.
We've been here too long already. Brain could be dead for all we know.
We pool the money we have, split it between us,
and then get the fuck out of here.
-And then what? -JOE: Then we disappear.
As arranged.
What do you think?
I think the plan is dead.
We're on our own now.
Time to run.
(car honking in distance)
Who was that man back there?
He seemed very happy to see you.
What?
-What? -I thought you died.
When I last saw you before I ran.
I didn't think you'd make it.
Yeah, well, I'm strong, like a lion.
What the fuck happened that day?
How'd it all get so fucked so fast?
-I don't know. -And what happened to Dianne?
I left her in the vault. She said she'd see me at the meet.
So where'd she go?
I was too busy getting shot.
(both chuckle)
You haven't heard from her at all in the past three years?
No. I didn't hear from anyone until you.
Dianne was meant to be in Right Hand's car, right?
Along with Cracker and Greaseman.
They were all meant to go to the meet together.
But you said they never showed at the meet.
No, they came and went before the rest of us got there.
But if they were all in the same car as Dianne,
then one of them must know something about where she is.
-What? -Okay, look.
I kept tabs on all the crew's families,
the ones whose names I knew, I kept an eye on their socials.
Wait, stop. You...
You've been keeping tabs on all of us for all this time.
I've tried to. Haven't you?
No.
Anyway...
this random account started following Greaseman's cousin a few months ago.
Azar's cousin.
Wait, we found Azar in a place like this in Barcelona.
-Wait, you think this is her? -I do, and look.
OFFICER: I reverse image searched all of these.
And this one hit.
France?
You think Azar is in France?
Let's go find her.
(upbeat music)
(speaking Arabic)
(men speaking Arabic)
(upbeat music continues)
(objects rasps)
(exhales deeply)
(chuckles)
(foreboding music)
(horn honking)
(beeping)
(indistinct PA announcement)
(coughs)
(tense music)
(Malek whimpers)
(Malek sobs)
DEVIL: Hmm?
(Devil speaks Arabic)
(Malek whimpers)
(gun cocks)
(blood dripping)
(Devil grunts)
(gun thuds)
(in Arabic) God Bless.
(pop music)
OFFICER: What does a man like you spend 10 million pounds on?
You're still scared of breaking the rules even now?
No.
Then tell me.
For example, I bought myself a tiger.
(scoffs) No, you didn't.
Yes, I did.
I named her Calvin.
Calvin?
Like Calvin and Hobbes.
But Calvin was the boy. Hobbes was the tiger.
I know.
So then why would you call your tiger Calvin?
To irritate people?
Well, these are the wrong fucking boots.
(cicadas chirping)
JOE: She was here. Hey!
Yo!
It's another match.
Look, frameworks are here.
Hospital is...
here.
Church is... here.
It's still pretty random.
Is that Azar's feed? Wait.
Oh, wait--
OFFICER: That's a cement factory.
Let's go.
-Tell me something crazy you bought. -No.
Then tell me something boring you bought.
No.
Oh, my God.
-What? -You didn't spend it?
You didn't spend any of it?
-I didn't like the risk. -The risk of what?
Someone finding me.
That is why you spend it then move on.
You had a new identity and a shit ton of money.
You could have gone anywhere you wanted.
I found something that I didn't wanna walk out on.
Really?
Interesting.
I'm guessing you blew through yours in under a year?
-About seven months? -Fuck.
Yeah, and that was in lockdown.
Or else, it probably would have gone quicker.
JOE: Did you really buy a tiger?
OFFICER: Yeah.
Why not? Sounds plausible, right?
Wait, that's her.
Look. She was spraying something like this
when we picked her up in Barcelona.
And she was using this brand of paint.
This is her.
OFFICER: Okay.
We're here.
Look. Pamiers.
JOE: That's it.
That's gotta be it.
Let's go.
(suspenseful music)
What the fuck do we do now?
I want the money clean and digital.
Not like this.
David.
I can't get on a plane like this.
I need, I need somewhere...
I need to just find somewhere to feel better.
Okay.
-(Officer groans) -JOE: Sorry.
(moaning, groaning)
Fuck it. It's bled right through.
You want me to change it?
-Okay. -Okay.
-Wait, wait. -What?
I gotta go pee.
You need help?
(groans) I won't ask you to do that.
It's okay. Should I help?
Yeah.
-One, two, three. -One, two.
(groaning, grunting)
Okay.
(Officer moans in pain)
Okay.
-Don't look. -Oh, sorry.
My eyes are on the ceiling, just...
(groans, moans)
-All right, give me a second. -I'm sorry.
Wait, wait. Can you pass me some toilet paper, please?
Thank you.
(urine trickling)
(breathes shakily)
OFFICER: Okay, I'm done.
(grunts)
(moans in pain)
No, I need... I need you to-- Can you help me out?
-Oh, yeah, yeah. Hold on. -Could you help me pull up my--
JOE: Okay, just...
OFFICER: Yep, yep.
(undergarment rustles)
(grunts)
Yeah.
Okay.
-Okay. -(Officer sighs)
-I'll take this dressing, all right? -Okay.
(whimpers) Ah!
-Are the stitches torn? -No, no.
They're okay. Just don't move.
Just need to clean it. Put on fresh dressing.
(sanitizer spraying)
You want me to stay with you?
Until you can do things for yourself?
No, I can't ask for that.
I can't just leave you.
Look.
You want me to call a doctor?
Someone I used to know from my last job.
No.
I have someone.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
But thanks.
How long till your flight?
I already missed it.
What?
Yeah.
Next available seat on a flight to New York isn't until tomorrow night.
Fully booked. People panicking about the virus.
I made you miss your out?
It's okay.
Fuck.
It's okay.
Really.
OFFICER: Use my ticket.
What?
My flight doesn't leave for six hours.
-Take my out. Go to Las Vegas. -Las Vegas?
My ticket's fully flexible.
You can have it.
What about you?
I won't be going anywhere for a while.
And what about that?
Can't exactly check 10 million with my luggage, can I?
I have a contact.
He was gonna move my money to the West Coast.
You use him instead.
Come on, look. I gotta stay and recover anyway.
Come on.
You sure?
You saved my fucking life, David. Yeah, I'm sure.
(pensive music)
I'll get this.
-Do you want anything? -No.
-No, thanks. -Okay.
(pop music over speaker)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(motorcycle revving)
(phone rings)
(line beeping)
I got snacks.
-Malek's dead. -OFFICER: Shit.
-Wait, who's Malek? -Malek Mizouni,
the guy we tried to recruit in Spain. Azar's father. Youssef's son.
Uh-huh, uh-huh.
They found him yesterday in Barcelona.
It has to be our guy that killed him.
-OFFICER: It says that? -JOE: No, but look.
No. Look.
It says here it was a Mafia killing.
-We know he was in the Mafia. -No, no, he was legit now.
This is about the thing that we did. Everyone this job touches is dying.
Fuck, if Azar hears about this...
She might just pack up and leave. We gotta go. We gotta go now.
Get in the car.
Wha...
-Get in the car. Get in the car. -Okay. Yes, I'm coming. I'm coming.
(intense music)
(phone chimes)
You okay?
Everything's fine.
(sighs)
(intense music continues)