- Go, go, go, go, go, go!
[tires squealing]
This is bigger than we think.
If we want to be in the big time,
then we've gotta stop letting them treat us
like baggage handlers.
[dramatic music]
You seemed pretty happy coming down the street then.
♪
What was that for?
- I felt like it.
- Tell me what the fuck's going on.
Who are we really working for?
- When Dominic McGraw took over my operation,
it was Eton who shut me down.
The McGraws have guaranteed safety.
♪
- Hi.
♪
- Hi.
- Pack a suitcase.
Tomorrow you will have all your answers.
♪
[dark music]
♪
- Nah this one, me mother's mother used to make.
East End delicacy.
It's one of the things I miss about home.
[tense music]
- It won't be too long.
- There's a lot riding on those two boys, Ted.
- They've passed muster.
- So far.
♪
- We have to be tight.
♪
When the time comes, McGraw's coming for us
with everything he's got.
- The McGraws are quite preoccupied at the moment.
[muffled shouting] Argh!
♪
He won't see it coming.
- I never saw it coming.
Your boys better be up to it, Teddy.
♪
I'm ready to go home.
[Etta Jones' "Nature Boy"]
[engine roaring]
♪
- ♪ There was a boy
♪ A very strange enchanted boy ♪
♪ They say he wandered very far, very far ♪
♪ Over land and sea
♪ A little shy
♪ And sad of eye
- Gal.
- ♪ But very wise
- Gal.
- ♪ Was he
- Hey, what's going on with ya?
- Just thinking.
- There's a waterfall in the bathroom.
A waterfall.
I had me a piss in the waterfall.
[laughs] You believe that?
[ice clinking]
Gal.
- Ah.
Cheers.
- You all right, Gal?
- Of course.
- You got that same look the whole flight.
You stared off into space.
- I'm loving the sun, Don.
- Ted didn't say nothing else?
Nothing at all?
- I told you everything.
He promised he'd let us in on the plan.
- There he is.
- Bloody hell, that's him, all right.
- Fuck me.
- Gentlemen, let me introduce Roger Riley.
- I know you must be wondering what all this is about.
In fact, it's my understanding
that you've been demanding answers.
- Well, I figured you'd have done the same thing.
- I might have handled it a bit differently.
You got balls, though.
I'll give you that.
- So listen, boys.
Me and Roger, we got some business.
- Why don't you two go and check out the town,
have a drink or two?
I'll see you back here half past six--
dinner fit for a king.
All will be revealed.
- This is your moment, boys.
The big time.
Don't fuck it up.
[Perry Como's "Papa Loves Mambo"]
all: Ooh! - ♪ Papa loves mambo
♪
♪ Mama loves mambo
♪
♪ Look at him sway with it
♪ Getting so gay with it
♪ Shouting olé with it
♪ Wow all: Ooh!
- ♪ Papa loves mambo
all: ♪ Papa loves mambo
- ♪ Mama loves mambo
all: ♪ Mama loves mambo
- ♪ Papa does great with it
♪ Swings like a gate with it
♪ He loses weight with it now ♪
♪ He goes to
♪ She goes fro
- I've told you about Teddy.
I've told ya. - You were right.
You were right. How many times I got to say it?
You were right. - Yeah, you happy now?
You happy? - I'm happy. I'm happy.
- Yeah. Cheers. - [laughs] Cheers.
Fuck's sake.
♪
Yeah. - Yeah.
You know that they say
Roger murdered Clayton Meed in the '80s?
- Hmm.
- Cut him in half with a Samurai sword.
- Yeah, and I've heard a lot worse.
- You think he's gonna tell us what job?
Maybe like the Brink's-Mat robbery or bigger--
much, much bigger.
- Well, whatever it is, you can bet
there'll be a lot of planning.
- Preparation, preparation, preparation.
That's how we stay out of prison.
♪
all: ♪ Papa loves mambo
♪ Papa loves mambo
- It's quite nice, isn't it?
- What, her bum?
- No, this, right?
This place.
- Yeah, sure, I suppose, for what it is--
foreign.
They speak funny.
- Well, I could get used to this.
I can see myself living here.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, right, sure.
We can walk to town in our Speedos.
We'll get a flat with matching sinks
like a couple of poofs on holiday.
We'll hold hands.
Maybe we should share a watermelon salad.
- Fuck off.
Fuck's sake.
- ♪ And she goes right
♪
all: ♪ Papa's looking for Mama
- Let's go have a look around.
all: ♪ But Mama is nowhere in sight ♪
- Spanish fucking--
Spanish this, Spanish that.
- Look at this place. - Fucking music!
- It's amazing.
It's not like the East End fucking place--
grimy, gray, sooty.
- Where's this coming from?
- It's fa--look at this guy. Look at this guy.
Right, mate.
Do you--would you--
could you play, uh-- could you play "La Bamba"?
Play "La Bamba." You play that one?
- Oh, I love this one.
Wait. Can I have it? El hato. El hato.
I--oh.
- Don't wear his fucking hat.
You don't know where he's been.
I feel sick.
- Put it on, mate. Put it on. Put it on.
- Fucking don't put it on me, you cunt! Fucking stinks.
- Oh, come on, cheer up.
- It's too small for you.
- Perfect.
What?
- It's just that's the second time you said that.
- What? - About leaving Britain.
You're not a fucking Spaniard.
You don't kid yourself.
You look like a silly ponce. - Mate, what?
Come on.
Hey! - Give him it back.
- That's his hat!
Disrespectful.
Sorry, mate.
Sorry.
Thank--gracias.
Thank you.
What you think we're gonna do,
get our house in Rotherhithe,
build a garden together-- together? That's you!
- There's something going on in that head of yours.
- Not this again, Don.
- Not what again?
- Oh.
[soft guitar music]
♪
Do you think that one night can change your whole life?
- Is this about the job?
- No.
- No?
Then what? What?
Tell me. - Nothing. Nothing. Calm down.
- I've been thinking about this.
- Mate, what?
- If you had nothing to hide,
you'd just say, "Fuck off, Don."
- Okay, fuck off, Don.
- No, you didn't do that, no.
You just give me that stupid face
that you do, like the time you and Aitch left me in Dover.
- What are you talking about?
- You're hiding something, and you're hiding something now.
- Me and Aitch just met some girls.
- Ah, no. - There was two of them, mate.
- Now the truth comes out. I knew it.
I knew it. I knew it!
Stop it! - Oi, watch.
Just quiet down.
- I will not be quiet.
- You are driving me crazy.
- I'm driving you crazy?
No, you're driving me crazy, Gal.
- No problemo. No problemo, señor.
- No, there is a very big problem, Gal.
A ver--don't fucking touch me.
- Stop it. I'm putting it down.
- If someone's driving someone crazy,
it's you driving me crazy, not me driving you crazy.
"Get a house, build a garden." - [speaking Spanish]
- Fucking-- don't fucking touch me!
- Everything's all right. Everything's all right.
- I bring you in on this thing,
and you're not telling me something.
- I'm sorry. - Is it me?
Is that the change you want to make?
- What are you talking about? - [speaking Spanish]
- We're supposed to be partners, Gal.
- Now's not the time for this.
- No, you treat me like a cunt--a cunt!
- I'm not treating you like a cunt.
- I'm not doing anything.
- And I know Roger Riley.
- Riley?
They are with that asshole Riley!
- Yeah, 'cause of me.
[horn honking]
Fuck off!
[horn honking]
Don't fucking touch me, cunt.
What are you saying?
- He's gonna go nuts if you do it like that.
[horn honking] - [speaking Spanish]
- You like that?
- Don! Don, come on!
Fucking move. - Which way?
- Run! Right! Right! Yeah!
[whistle blasting]
♪
No, wait! Hey!
- Hey, hey!
- Fucking stop it! - Wait. Wait.
- Come on.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
[siren wailing]
[indistinct chatter]
- Suppose this is all my fault.
- Oh, well, I dunno, maybe if you hadn't
started screaming at me in the street for no reason,
then resisting arrest,
then shouting at that police officer,
head-butting him in the face,
maybe then we'd be sitting by the pool, yeah.
Not to mention the fact you said
Roger Riley's name to that policeman!
Could be the stupidest thing you've ever done.
- Yeah, well, that wasn't right.
I shouldn't have done that.
Big mouth, Don, big mouth.
Well, at least I'm talking to you now.
I don't know what's going on in that head of yours.
You're the one who wanted to come down here,
demanding answers, all about this statue.
I was happy just going on about things, but not you.
No, you needed answers.
So we're here now, and where's your head?
[tense music]
- Hi. - Hi.
♪
Looking to take a class?
- Well, I was thinking about it.
Thought I'd look good in one of them leopard-tards.
- Leotards.
- Oh, that--that, too.
- You're a little far from the East End.
- Oh, I've been all over.
I went to Peckham once.
We never really went uptown much,
except for maybe-- maybe at Christmas,
like to see the lights, drive by Harrods,
see the window display.
- Yeah, us, too. - Yeah.
Yeah, but you went in.
- Well, when my dad had a good year at work,
yeah, sometimes.
[soft music]
- You don't see 'em much.
♪
Well, I see my family too much.
I'm not sure which is worse.
- [laughs]
Let me take a stab at this.
You've got a lot of friends.
You pay your parents' bills.
You make your mum laugh.
Neighborhood smiles when you walk by.
♪
- Yeah, something like that.
- Yeah, I was the favorite too, at least for a while.
Now I don't think they ever want me in their house again.
♪
- What would happen if you just showed up?
- What?
- What would they do if you just showed up
at the house, showed up for Sunday dinner?
♪
- I dunno.
- You should go.
- What?
- You should go.
- Well, why did you say that?
- Because then you'll know how they'll treat you,
you know, you won't have to wonder.
♪
I just think that you can only run for so long
before it becomes hiding.
♪
And you don't know. You just don't know.
Maybe they'll surprise you.
What? Look, I'm sorry.
I should mind my own business.
- No, I just didn't expect that.
♪
Have you got some time?
I'd really like to show you something.
[bus bell dinging]
[bell ringing]
[engine rumbling]
- Amigo.
Amigo.
Amigo!
What--what time's the next bus back to town?
- What?
Speak English, padre? - No.
- No?
What time is the next bus back to town?
- [speaking Spanish] - Two--two minutes?
- [speaking Spanish]
- Two hours?
- [speaking Spanish]
- Fuck.
- Where you going?
- For a pint.
- Next bus ain't for another fucking two hours.
- We'll get a taxi then,
get the fuck back before dinner.
[siren wailing]
[tense music]
♪
- Cheers.
- I've laid out some local flavors.
♪
[horns honking]
♪
[tires screeching]
Hey!
- He says he's looking for two associates
of Mr. Riley, Englishmen.
- What are they wanted for?
- [speaking Spanish]
- They attacked two police officers.
- [speaking Spanish]
- And they said they were staying here.
[tense music]
♪
- Um...
[scoffs]
[bus rumbling]
- It's getting close to dinnertime.
Probably looking for us by now.
- We'll get there.
- Where is this taxi?
Should be getting back. Teddy wants us there.
- But the guy said 40 minutes.
It's been like 20.
- It should be here.
If this was London, it'd be here already.
[indistinct singing on radio]
♪
- [speaking Spanish]
- Mm.
What?
- I need to talk to you about something.
- Oh, finally.
I'm all ears.
- Your sister came to see me the other night.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
And she had a few things to say.
- And you didn't tell me?
- Well, I'm telling you now.
She wants us to do...
well, what she wants.
That might not be what's best for us.
- Let me ask you something, Gal.
What's your sister ever done for us, hmm?
Nothing but maybe start a lot of trouble.
Least my sister's done something.
- Don't be that way. - What way?
What way am I being?
- Right, then, well, I'm sorry I brought that up.
- Not as sorry as I am, Gal.
Not as sorry as I am.
Let me tell you something about my--
[glass shattering]
What the fuck?
[children yelling in Spanish]
- Come on.
Let's play a little while we wait.
Come on. Here we go.
Here.
Fucking--oh. He's got me.
Come on. Where's the goal?
Where's the goal? [all shouting]
[siren wailing]
[indistinct chatter]
Don! Don! - What?
Fuck. - Meet me at the church.
- Yeah. Fucking hell.
- [singing in Spanish]
♪
[siren wailing]
♪
- [speaking Spanish]
♪
- Fuck off!
[dogs barking]
Fuck.
♪
Fuck off!
[dogs barking]
Back!
[dog growling]
Ahh!
♪
Ahh! No!
Fuck!
♪
No!
[dog yelping]
♪
[siren wailing]
- Any word from our wayward travelers?
- No, sir, but dinner will be served very soon.
- All right.
[tense music]
♪
[keypad beeping]
♪
[line ringing]
- Hello?
- It's me.
- I missed you.
You don't sound right.
- I had a bit of a row.
Needed a taste of you.
I wish I was touching you right now, my love.
♪
What are you wearing?
- My black lingerie set.
The one that you bought me.
- Take your bra off.
- As you wish.
Put your hand down your trousers.
Tell me what you feel.
- Put my hand down my trousers?
Now you're being naughty.
♪
- Anything else, sir?
♪
- Stay awhile.
♪
[soft guitar music]
♪
- I'd like to go somewhere far away,
live a full life,
do some dancing, not wind up like my parents.
♪
- Is this what you wanted to show me, a fish?
- Well, it's more than that.
- Oh, yeah? What is it?
- Well, it's an actual shark floating in the air.
♪
Something, isn't it?
- [sucks teeth]
Right.
Quite a lot to see outside the East End, I guess.
♪
- I want to see the whole world.
Fucking conquer it.
♪
Come on.
[crickets chirping]
♪
- Mate!
Hello, hello. Mate.
[speaking Spanish]
I am lost.
I'm lost.
I need to find a church, a white church.
♪
Uh...
Oh, right, you know it.
All right.
♪
- Gal?
Gal, where are you?
Here we are.
[tense music]
♪
Hello?
- Wait, no, mate. Church.
No.
♪
Mate.
♪
Mate, mate, what--come on.
I'm--I'm lost. I'm lost.
We go.
Fucking hell.
[both laughing]
♪
- [speaking Spanish]
- Fucking hell.
Fuck, that has got a kick to it.
That has got a kick to it.
[laughter]
♪
- Mum...
♪
I didn't like living with Uncle Ernie.
But Cecilia fixed that.
I still see Gal, my best mate.
You never met him, but he's all right.
There's something going on with him at the moment,
but I ain't sure what.
♪
[The Flamingos' "I Only Have Eyes for You"]
- ♪ My love must be a
- So I've shown you what I like.
Now it's your turn.
Didn't you say you're a good thief?
- Yeah, well, I talk too much.
- Ever think what you'd do
if you weren't in your line of work?
- Not really.
- Then you must be a very good thief then.
- Yeah.
- ♪ Sha-bop, sha-bop
- Prove it.
- ♪ Sha-bop, sha-bop
- You know exactly what I'm talking about.
Right, come on. - Oh.
- ♪ Sha-bop, sha-bop
- Thank you.
- ♪ Sha-bop, sha-bop
♪ Are the stars out tonight
♪
♪ Sha-bop, sha-bop
♪ I don't know if it's cloudy or bright ♪
♪
- What if they come back?
- Well, then, we'll be in a lot of trouble, won't we?
♪
- This is fucking nuts.
- ♪ Sha-bop, sha-bop
- Fun, isn't it? - [chuckles]
- ♪ Sha-bop, sha-bop
♪ Be high
♪ Sha-bop, sha-bop
♪ But I can't see a thing in the sky ♪
♪ I only have eyes
- Have a seat.
I won't be too long with this.
- ♪ For you
♪
- [clears throat]
♪
- ♪ I don't know
♪ If we're in
♪ A garden
♪
♪ Or upon the crowded
♪ Avenue
[creaking]
♪
♪ Sha-bop, sha-bop
- You are very good.
- ♪ Sha-bop, sha-bop
♪ And so am I
♪ Sha-bop, sha-bop
♪ Maybe millions of people
- Don't need it.
I only steal from bad people.
- What's it feel like, cracking a safe?
♪
- It's the only time I feel alive.
- [vocalizing]
- Well, then, you're not living enough.
- [scoffs]
- ♪ I only have eyes
♪ For you
♪ Sha-bop, sha-bop
[knock on door]
♪ Sha-bop, sha-bop
- [laughing]
- ♪ Sha-bop, sha-bop
♪
♪ Sha-bop, sha-bop
♪
♪ Sha-bop, sha-bop
♪
♪ Sha-bop, sha-bop
[music fades]
[crickets chirping]
- Fuck.
You know...
I still got them shoes you used to wear.
Remember the blue ones?
Got 'em in a box under me bed.
[floorboards creaking]
- You okay?
- Middle of the night, and it's still stifling hot.
And you want to live here?
- I like it.
- Ugh. I'm dry as a bone.
[spits] - [laughing]
- Trying to kill me? [coughs]
Oh, Christ.
- [laughing]
- What do you think Riley's gonna say
about us not showing up?
- That we're a couple of idiots.
- Should be getting back.
- Sure, Don.
- How 'bout that Robbie Reed? - Mm.
Yeah, with the harelip. - Right.
Shot himself with a double barrel.
- Barrel, yeah. Outside Tesco's.
- Tesco's, yeah, that's right. - Yeah.
- His funeral was the only time
I was ever in a church till now.
Bought a rope once.
Cecilia found it.
Told me to do it.
Said it'd make her life easier.
- Fuck her.
- Yeah.
Fuck her.
[fireworks whistling, popping]
[lively music]
[people cheering]
- [laughs] Come on.
Let's go have some fun.
Come on. - Gal.
We have to get back.
♪
- [singing in Spanish]
♪
[crowd cheering]
♪
- Hey!
Hey, hey, whoa, hey, hey.
I'll help. I'll help.
Come on.
- Oh, he's drunk!
[both laughing]
♪
You and I want the same thing.
♪
- [exhales sharply]
♪
[seagulls calling]
- You had a good time last night, didn't you?
- Yeah. Well, I don't remember much.
That drink's something else, isn't it?
- Mm.
Tell me, what do you care about?
You care about me, Teddy?
Now Roger Riley?
Suppose that that's why you weren't in a rush
to get back there-- you don't care.
Don't care about England.
Don't care about Marjorie.
- What the fuck you on about now?
Of course I care about Marjorie.
- Is that why you was on the beach
snogging that bird next to her husband?
You got some fucking nerve, ain't cha!
- I've 'ad enough of this.
- What was that shit you said about my sister?
- What?
- My sister, before you said, and I quote, "Fuck her."
- Just trying to help ya.
- That's not the kind of help I want.
Didn't ask for it. Don't need it.
But what I do need is for you to tell me
what the fuck is going on with you!
Tell me. Tell me.
- Are you feeling what I'm feeling?
- Tell me.
[soft music]
- Yeah, I am...
♪
And I'll remember this night for a long time.
[laughs]
♪
It's a new day.
- Mm-hmm, I guess.
♪
Well, I've got the sneaking suspicion
that my life's never gonna be the same again.
♪
- This was fun,
but our lives are on different paths.
- Meaning what?
♪
- That things end here.
♪
- Just like that?
- Afraid so.
♪
- Why?
- Because I like you.
I can assure you, you're not ready for the storm
that will come if you get involved with me.
- Maybe a storm is just what I need.
♪
- Well, you have to figure that out for yourself.
♪
When it's not a maybe...
come find me.
♪
- What, the one from the nudie movies?
- Her name's Deedee.
- Fuck's sake.
- I just--I don't know, Don.
Just--I've never felt like this.
- Like what?
- Confused.
- What are you gonna do,
leave us all behind?
What about me, Gal?
- What about you?
- Your friends, your family?
Are you gonna leave us for some filthy whore?
You fucking cunt!
- Fucking come here!
- What you doing, you prick!
- Just fucking--Don. Argh, argh. Argh.
[grunting]
You cunnnrghhhh!
You cunt!
- You little prick!
[indistinct shouting]
- Fucking kill ya!
Fuck off!
[yelling]
- What I didn't say...
was that she basically told me to fuck off
and leave her alone.
Now I don't know what to do.
- Listen to her.
She was doing you a favor.
- You know, people are always asking me
why I'm friends with you.
- Oh, yeah?
What you tell them?
[tense music]
♪
- Do you mind telling me what the fuck is going on here?
- We had a little trouble.
- A little?
I'd say a lot.
What you fighting about?
- We're just horsing around.
- Like a couple of carefree kids,
running all over town, fucking things up?
- Ted... - No.
- You treating me like a cunt?
Do you think I'm a cunt?
- No, Ted. - No, Ted. No.
- Maybe the big time's too big for you.
If I can't trust you, what is the point
in us having a relationship?
- Teddy, Teddy, Teddy...
- [stammering]
[gun clicks]
♪
- How do I know I can trust you?
- Y-y-you-- you can trust us, Ted.
- [whispering] Teddy...listen.
- Oh, yeah? - I promise.
♪
- Abdulla Nazar, 14A Upper Peckham Road.
- Okay. Right.
Look, we never killed that security guard.
- You don't say. - I know.
But the truth is--
- The truth is--
the truth is Gal wanted to kill him,
but I talked him out of it.
So if you're gonna point that gun at someone,
point it at me.
♪
- No, Ted! No, no, no.
- Is that right?
- Yes, that's right.
♪
- Is that all?
- That's all.
- Don. Don. - Gal.
- That was a waste of fucking time,
because the cunt's dead anyway.
- [panting]
♪
- Fuck.
[gun clicks]
- Well, I'm glad that we cleared the air.
Now all we have to worry about
is how offended Roger is
because you stood him up last night,
and you know that a slight is far worse
than a grievous bodily injury.
Clean yourselves up.
[tense music]
♪
- I do appreciate the cooperation, my friend.
Do you have someone who can take care of this?
[suspenseful music]
Yes, they're both here right now.
♪
And Comandante,
I do apologize for the inconvenience.
And I do understand that you have to do
whatever it is you need to do.
♪
Adios.
You boys heard the phrase,
"For the want of a shoe, the horse was lost"?
♪
I'm surprised, Don.
Heard you was a big "Catchphrase" fan.
♪
It's a battle proverb.
If an horse loses a shoe and takes a tumble,
the rider goes down with the horse--
one less man in a fight.
The right fight needs every man.
King could lose his empire.
♪
So what do you think it means, then, that saying?
♪
- You've got to look out for the small things, ain't ya?
- Well done.
Exactly.
- Come on.
[tense music]
♪
- You boys know Sir Stephen Eaton?
Eaton is a sadomasochistic refined secretive cunt,
balls deep in half the Cabinet and some choice Tory peers.
He made his name pilfering from our sister nations.
♪
The Eye of Bombay.
[dramatic music]
♪
- Bloody hell.
Is that a diamond?
- This should be in a museum in Johannesburg,
but Eaton absconded with it back in '85
after brokering an oil deal with him
using his blueblood connections.
They're the real fucking gangsters.
The other thing you need to know about Eaton
is he's a man of habit.
Some of his habits are disgusting.
Others are rather more necessary.
For example, if he feels like he's getting squeezed,
a security breach, a call from the taxman,
Eaton scurries his prized possessions
back home to mother hen, or in his case,
to mother-in-law hen for safety,
which for Eaton is a private residence
in Kensington Palace Road.
- They've been the motherfuckers
that have been fucking this country up the ass
since the days of Shakespeare.
- And I bet that after that business with the coin
and the little Laotian statue, one more push,
and Eaton will move that diamond there.
And that's where it will be.
There's guards everywhere.
The whole street's got security up the ass--
dogs, motion alarms, ground sensors.
Great Train Robbery's a piece of piss compared to this.
The only question is...
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Can you do it?
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- Do one thing for me.
- I'm listening.
- Don't think small.
- [softly] Don't think small.
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- Right.
- The only way this plan works
is if everyone does their job correctly.
Whether you're the chef, the pool boy,
the kitchen assistant, the safecracker,
the foot soldier, or an officer of the law
who's been given specific instructions,
everyone needs to do their job correctly.
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- No turning back now, boys.
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- Riley!
Riley!
[gunshot]
- [singing in Spanish]
[soft guitar music]
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