[The Clash's "Should I Stay or Should I Go"]
♪
Whoo!
Hola!
♪ Darling, you got to let me know ♪
♪ Should I stay or should I go? ♪
♪ If you say that you are mine ♪
♪ I'll be here till the end of time ♪
[music continues over radio]
♪ So you got to let me know
[siren wailing distantly]
♪ Should I stay or should I go? ♪
[volume increases]
♪ It's always tease, tease, tease ♪
♪ You're happy when I'm on my knees ♪
[suspenseful music]
♪
[trigger clicks]
Hello, Don.
♪ Should I stay or should
♪ I go now? - [laughing]
Could've turned your head into a meat pie.
[music continues on radio]
Bloody hell, I'm sweating like a pig up here.
How do you take it? - You're blocking the sun.
[clicks tongue]
8-, 10-, 12-gauge shotgun, got two of 'em.
They're in for a big fucking surprise.
Really appreciate you doing this, Gal.
Course, Don. Anything for you.
[metal clanks]
♪ Should I stay or should I go now? ♪
♪ Yo me enfrío o lo soplo ♪
[loud crash]
- Oi! - [laughing]
What you playing at?
Hey! - Nearly crushed that geezer.
Fuck's sake!
Cunt.
Let's go.
Time's a-wasting.
Get on home for the wash and brushup.
♪ Me tienes que decir ♪
♪ Should I stay or should I ♪
Don?
Gal.
- You good, Pete? - Sure, Gal.
- Larry? - Fuck yeah, Gal.
Right.
In and out, Aitch. Don't go anywhere, right?
Gal.
[sighs] Listen, boys,
go easy, yeah?
Don?
Easy, peasy, squeezy, cheesy.
[funky action music]
[arcade game bleeping]
♪
[person shrieks]
The fuck is going on?
You're being robbed, you cunt.
[grunts] [people shrieking]
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
[grunts] Ah!
Get the fuck down!
[glass shattering, people shrieking]
Lousy ponce!
[people shrieking] - Enough, enough, enough.
[groaning]
Open sesame.
Chop, chop. Come on!
I don't know it.
- You're lying. - Ah!
I'm gonna beat the granny out of you.
[games bleeping]
I win! I'm hot tonight!
Wah!
No robbing the customers!
Don't say a fucking word!
I swear, I don't know the combination.
It's--it's not my safe!
- Tell us! - I don't give two shits
about the owner!
If I knew it, I'd tell you.
Ah! - Tell us! Tell us!
Okay, okay, okay, enough.
Enough!
He don't know it, all right? He don't know it.
[panting]
- Bite his fingers off. - Oh.
Start with his thumbs.
No, no, no! Let me try it!
[whimpering] Let me try it!
Please!
Go on then.
Fuck.
[groans]
There. - Move. Out of the way.
There we go.
Good boy.
- [yells weakly] - You tell your boss
to stop fucking with my sister.
- I will. - All right?
Yeah--ah!
Move, move. Come on.
♪ Summer, Buddy Holly, the working folly ♪
♪ Good golly, Miss Molly and boats ♪
♪ Hammersmith Palais, the Bolshoi Ballet ♪
♪ Jump back in the alley
- How are you? - I'm good.
I'm Don!
That'll teach them cunts to mess
with your sister's place of business.
- Yeah. - We showed 'em!
- That's right. - Old-school!
Smash and grab!
- Whoo! - Yes!
♪ A little drop of claret, anything that rocks ♪
♪ Elvis and Scotty, the days when I ain't spotty ♪
♪ Sitting on a potty, curing smallpox ♪
♪ Reasons to be cheerful, part 3 ♪
♪ Why don't you go back into bed? ♪
♪ Reasons to be cheerful, part 3 ♪
♪ Why don't you go back into bed? ♪
♪ Reasons to be cheerful
What a night!
On the big time!
♪ Reasons to be cheerful
- Whoo! - Yeah!
[overlapping chatter] - No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, I'm telling you, I'm telling you,
the whole food industry is going to change.
The cloning thing is for real.
Yeah. First frogs, then sheep.
Then they're gonna be able to manufacture Sunday roasts
by the score, yeah. [light laughter]
You're gonna be able to feed an entire continent
filet mignon from a test tube.
[laughter] - No.
Any of you ladies watch the show "Catchphrase"?
Oh, it's great. It's a puzzle show.
Have to put these clues together, right, Gal?
Not again with "Catchphrase." Please, I'm begging you.
Last night's final clue was
an horse, a water, and an arrow.
What do you think that was?
Well, come on, come on. What do you think?
- I don't know.
What? - You see? You see?
It's very challenging.
The answer is, "you can lead an horse to water,
but you can't make him drink."
I got that one, first try.
[mutters] Oh, my God.
Don, you're a genius.
Hey. We're gonna do some gear in the loo.
Do you wanna come? - Uh, maybe in a bit, right?
[George Michael's "Too Funky" playing]
♪ And I'll show you heaven if you let me ♪
♪ Hey, you're just too funky for me ♪
♪ I gotta get inside, I gotta get inside ♪
[music muffled] ♪ I gotta get inside of you
♪ So when will that be?
♪ I watch your fingers working overtime ♪
♪
You know who that is?
It's Veronica Ames.
♪ I'd love to see you naked, baby ♪
Yeah.
♪
♪ Hey, you're just too funky for me ♪
♪ I gotta get inside of you
♪ Won't let you go, I won't let you, no, no ♪
♪ Hey, you're just too funky for me ♪
Go home and lead a quiet life.
♪ I gotta get inside of you ♪
Only if you come with me.
I'll think about it.
♪ I watch you sinking all of that cheap red wine ♪
♪ I've got to see you naked, baby ♪
♪ I'd like to think that sometime maybe tonight ♪
♪ My goal's in sight, yeah
[intense music]
♪
So how we looking?
I wanna get moving on this.
I'm on it, Ted.
Looking at some boys.
Heard good things.
Not afraid of graft.
Good man, Stan.
Our mark is Sir Stephen Eaton.
He's made millions brokering illegal backroom deals
with the Chinese.
Been sucking on the tits of the aristocracy
since he married the Duchess of Harewood.
I heard he spunked half a million
from his Chinese windfall
on a muddy little John Constable painting,
size of a postcard.
Probably keeps it in his downstairs khazi
to get pissed on and splashed
and forgotten.
Our friend in the sun has got some more info on him.
You think he'll help?
He'll either help me or kill me.
You never know with him.
Fuck!
Sorry.
♪
[heartbeat thumping]
My dad said you did a great job
on that Camden project.
He says there's a lot more work there if you want.
We could really start saving for the house.
Yeah, I've just-- I've got some things
going on now, Margie.
But, you know, maybe.
Tell him--tell him, you know, thanks for thinking of me,
but let's see.
Margie?
Hm?
Everything's gonna work out.
- Do you promise? - I promise.
Come on, tell me.
[chuckles]
I love you, bubba.
I love you.
Thanks, bubba.
Okay. Ready?
- Yeah. - [exhales]
Hello, hello, hello.
[overlapping chatter]
Look who's here. - Took your time.
- Smells amazing. - How are you?
All right, Dad. Nice to see you.
How you doing? - Doing well.
[indistinct chatter]
There he is.
How you doing?
We would have been sooner,
but you know what Gal's like with his hair.
Well, she don't like it if I don't do my hair, you know?
- Let's go and eat. - Take Nan in, right?
Go in, sit down.
- There you go, Dad. - Bless you, son.
Bless you, son. - How you doing? You all right?
Keep some for yourself there, Gal.
We're fine. - I've got plenty.
I've got plenty. - Yeah, all right, go on.
All right, come on.
- Come on. - Go on and sit down.
Let's go. Look at them flowers.
Aren't they lovely? - Yes.
[chatter and laughter]
I take offense to that.
Gal, Gal, did I tell you, Sara Freeling whacked
Ida Leary's son on the head with a curtain rod
'cause he stole her post Wednesday last,
cracked it wide open.
That Ida's a drunk.
Right, I'll talk to Barney next week,
straighten it out.
- Mm, and Marjorie? - Mm?
You send your mum my best.
I missed her at bingo last week.
I don't know where she was.
Oh, and you can tell her I'm working on this bloke
for you to get a date for the wedding.
Some grandkids coming my way before I croak.
- I'm ready. - Oh, my God.
- Gal? - Uh, has someone seen...
[laughter]
- Oi. - [laughs]
Ah, he don't mean it.
You're late. The whole family's here.
Well, I ate, okay? Fuck.
Hey, hey, whoa, whoa. Relax.
Tell her to relax, Gal.
Tell her to leave me the fuck alone.
Well, where have you been?
Oh, fuck off, cow.
Hey, watch your mouth!
Go on, girl.
That's my goddaughter. [chuckles]
It's that bitch Trudy she runs with.
She's always dragging her to those godforsaken wave parties.
It's rave parties, not wave parties.
Whatever they are-- whatever they are,
she stays in bed for two days afterwards.
Which one's Trudy?
She the one stole our coronation bowl?
Oh, pipe down, you berk.
[laughter]
[talk radio playing softly]
You did a right nice job on that Terris Arcade, boy.
[grunts]
Them fuckers been grabbing my punters two, three a week.
Too long, I had to do something.
Yeah.
I expect there'll be a reprisal.
But for now,
let 'em eat it.
Oi, clean up six.
It's a fucking pigsty.
And tell Frank to get his lazy arse out of the toilet.
- Who's she? - Never you mind.
She's got a fella. Plus, I told you,
I don't want you touching these girls.
- I was just asking. - Now, listen!
[tense music]
♪
I told Stan about the job you boys done for me.
He might have something for you,
maybe with Teddy Bass.
I'm sure you've been hearing about him--
- Teddy Bass-- - Let me finish.
♪
I've been talking about you for years to him.
It's a big chance, so you keep schtum,
go and listen to what Stan has to say.
But Gal don't like to work with anyone new.
I know. I know, that's what the fuck I'm telling you.
Talk to him.
He's your partner. He ain't your boss.
I know. I know.
But Gal's, you know--
Gal's all right. - Oi.
If you forgot, I'll remind you.
I'm the one who's been looking after your ass
since you've been pissing the bed twice nightly.
I'm tired.
Now it's your turn
to re... cip... ro... cate.
[coins jangling]
[quiet indistinct chatter]
Cheers.
Thank you.
All right?
both: All right.
Nice place.
So... everything I'm hearing
about you boys is on the up and up.
Good crew,
never take anything off the top.
Robinson's Jewelry, the big electronics bust,
the post office raids.
Very impressive. - Cheers.
I mentioned to Cecilia that we're putting together a job.
Big job.
Very big. - [grunts]
I like that sound of that.
Listen, Stan, appreciate it and all.
But we've been doing well on our own.
I understand that, Gal.
Yeah, we've got a good, tight team.
We pick our jobs.
Already got a couple lined up.
Look, I don't wanna rock the boat too much.
But not only will this be life-changing money,
we can, in the process, take down
some establishment fuck who's been feeding
from the public trough for too long.
[intense music]
We'll lay it out for you.
You ladies are lucky.
Veronica Ames is shooting today.
Please take Gina over to the chaise.
Pull them knickers down... - Shh.
If it's not too much trouble.
Please.
Can you hear me?
Rocky to Deedee.
Can you hear me?
♪
I'll tell you what, do what you fucking like!
[production bell rings]
Think he wasted four years at film school.
[laughter]
Uh--[clears throat]
You got a moment, Dee?
Yeah.
Back in a minute, girls.
What are you doing out there with Rocky?
You know how I feel about him.
Ever since he came here, it's been different, Rick.
People aren't as happy anymore.
They're not gonna tell you because they're scared,
but they tell me.
Well, I'm working on it.
Why is he even here?
Three months ago, you told me
I'd be directing my own series.
Now you're bringing guys like this in.
- [chuckles] - Let me direct the next one.
I've been doing most of the directing lately.
Yeah. [chuckles]
Well, if anyone can do it, darling, it's you.
But it's--it's not that simple.
[laughs drily]
I've been loyal to you, Rick.
I know.
But I get offers all the time.
I might just have to consider one of them.
Let me look into a few things,
talk to the new partners, ey?
[chuckles] The McGraws?
Yeah.
They're not partners. They're overlords.
Just give me a week,
and don't do anything rash in the meantime.
Hey?
[chuckles]
A week is seven days.
[production bell rings]
[sighs]
[shady music]
♪
I need to see you...
right away.
Talk to me.
[bell dings] - Look at it this way, Gal.
It's like I'm a shopkeeper on the Mile End Road,
right, like... Tesco,
and all me shelves and all me fridges are piled
sky-high with money, free money.
Come into our store, Gal.
Bring a wheelbarrow. Help yourself.
Yeah, if only it were that easy.
Listen to me.
Everyone gets fat together on this one, very fat,
baby chubby.
After it's done, we could take a nice holiday,
go to the beaches down south,
go on a real fucking rager.
I hear he's the real thing, Teddy Bass.
I know, I know. I've heard the stories too,
right, but no one's sure who he really is.
Stan Higgins is working for him.
You know him. He don't fuck about.
No, I know, but look, Don...
- Look, Don? - It's like this--
- Like what? - Cut that shit out, right?
We don't wanna be getting in bed with guys like that.
We got our own thing.
We don't need nothing from these fuck--
- Here you go, mate. - Cheers.
Oi.
Where's my milkshake?
Oh, uh--
oh, it's just coming. - Don.
How long's it take to put milk
and a bit of ice cream together?
- Uh-- - Not as long as it takes
to boil a fucking kettle.
I'm no chemistry expert...
- Don. - But I know that.
- I'll just check now. - Cheers, mate.
Cheers. Thank you.
Don.
It takes, what,
four minutes to boil water?
Four at least-- that's if the stove's hot.
If it's not, it'd take longer,
six, seven minutes, seven.
Well, maybe the water was already boiling.
Still, why'd you get yours first?
I'm sitting here dry. It ain't right.
Where'd he get his training?
Training? What--come on, Don.
All right. All right.
I hear ya.
[clicks tongue]
Well, it's not like I ordered something special,
some exotic flavor like... cherry or chocolate.
That I could understand, yeah, sure.
But I'm talking vanilla here.
Vanilla!
What you want?
Right, what's going on with you?
- What? - Driving Mum up the wall.
- All right, yeah. - She's getting at me.
You don't understand, Gal.
Since you've been gone, she been doing my head in.
Yeah, because she's worried about you.
All right, that's what mums do.
Well, she thinks the sun shines
out your arse,
so everything I do is shit.
Oh, ain't it?
What the fuck are you talking about?
Fuck.
Go back to your boyfriend.
Look, he's missing ya.
You're doing too much of that gear.
I can see it in your eyes. You need to screw the fucking
nut here, Ann Marie. - Aw, pot, kettle, Gal.
You think you're golden boy around here.
I'm gonna come looking for your dealer,
right, and have a proper fucking word.
Then what?
Who are you buying from? - No one.
- Who are you buying from? - No one.
All right? Calm down.
Fuck's sake.
It's a bit of E, Gal.
That's all.
- That's all? - Yes.
Everyone does it.
But I hear ya.
I do.
Bye.
Hey, Gal?
Yeah?
Fuck you.
Nice.
I asked for one fucking thing.
For a fucking milkshake.
Ah, for fuck's sake.
[slurping]
How is it?
Mm, ain't all that, if I'm honest with ya.
Look. [clears throat]
We just need to be very fucking careful
when it comes to people like Teddy Bass, right?
What do I tell Cecelia?
You tell her we're thinking about it.
All right?
All right.
They're smart not to jump right at it.
Gal's got a good head on him.
[tense music]
He's pretty too, I hear.
He's the kind of bloke everyone likes,
wants to be around.
♪
Yeah, he's special.
What about the other one?
Don?
[chuckles]
He's more of a foot soldier.
He'll do what's necessary.
I don't think he's all there upstairs.
But my sense,
he's a loyal dog.
Well, like countries in times of war,
we need our lunatics too.
[chuckles]
What day are we looking at?
Next Thursday's our only opening.
You gotta get these boys, Stan.
Invite them to tag along on Saturday night.
Should be a gas.
♪
Have a good trip.
Enjoy Spain.
[intense music]
♪
Sir Stephen Eaton,
I know him all too well.
I'm sure you're well aware of his penchant for fine wine,
unusual cars,
young, nubile blondes,
and extremely rare coins.
Gracias.
Here's to it.
He's got homes all over the place,
mostly to hide his tens of millions
in jewelry, cash, gold,
which he acquired from public office.
He has a lot of holdings.
And the McGraws have guaranteed his safety.
John Major should tell the Chinese
to stick it up their arses.
All their military do is march, for fuck's sake.
[laughter]
See, what a lot of people don't understand is,
when Dominic McGraw took over my operation,
Eaton brought in every bureaucratic fuck
and shut me down.
I'd be in prison right now if I hadn't skipped to Spain.
And McGraw don't want nobody robbing on that territory,
bringing fresh eyes,
disrupting his boy Freddie's booming drug trade.
You don't graft in our neck of the woods.
Freddie, please. [gunshot rings]
And you've gotta watch out for that lippy little bastard.
He's a total degenerate.
♪
So what you need to do as you make your play
is send the McGraws a little message.
Hm.
Put 'em on their heels.
Nice. Nice.
That's it.
Hold her tight. [bedsprings squeaking]
Don't let her move. It's going great.
Nice.
- Fuck this. - This is fantastic.
Stop. Stop. Are you fucking blind?
She doesn't like it.
What is your problem?
It looks amazing.
Mandy, are you okay?
Dee!
Let them work.
[production bell rings]
We need to talk.
And he tells me this morning
they want me to finish my contract.
No, no, no, no. He said the new partners insist
I fulfill my contract--
no changes, no directing.
And they've said if I leave,
I can't even use my name
for marketing or anything.
They own the name Veronica Ames,
my fucking name.
Can you believe this shit?
What? What's wrong?
Well, didn't you tell 'em any of the ideas I had
for the series?
Well, I--
They didn't wanna hear anything.
Anyway, I didn't have a chance to talk about--
They're good ideas.
Have you been listening to anything I've been saying?
Yeah, but are you listening to me?
'Cause I don't wanna be a fucking roadie my whole life.
[siren wails distantly]
♪ Reach out and touch faith ♪
[Depeche Mode's "Personal Jesus"]
[whistles and laughter]
♪
Fucking watch yourself around here, fellas.
Some of the boys are prettier than the birds.
Except you, Gal, you're the prettiest,
especially in your first communion outfit.
Fuck you, I'm gorgeous.
[indistinct chatter]
Bloody hell, that ponce ain't wearing any trousers.
Let's go and get a drink.
Let's get fucked.
Gal.
Good to see you. - All right, Stan.
Come with me.
- Here. - Yeah.
Tell your friend Larry he better behave himself.
Yeah. Sorry, Gal.
- Have a seat. - Thanks.
Get a drink. Have a great night.
- Thank you. - Thanks, Stan.
Thanks. - Cheers.
Good evening, gentlemen.
Teddy Bass.
Sit, please.
[people hollering]
Do you boys know who that is?
Yeah.
That's Freddie McGraw.
Coming up in the world, I hear.
If peddling junk's the way up.
[chuckles]
It's a nice party.
Great house.
I can help you get a palace like this.
Working for me...
♪
It's a life of comfort
and luxury.
It's a life worth living.
Or maybe you'll be happy with your 320 quid a week
and your soppy polyester camp uniform,
wearing a hard hat until you're 40
like your little Margie's dad's got planned out for you.
Or cleaning up spit from ashtrays,
collecting penny debts from broken-toothed old men
in Cecilia's khazi arcade.
Let's face it, boys.
A faint heart never won fuck all.
[loud chatter and music]
This is what we want, Gal, the fucking big time.
We're gonna be Fernando Rey in the tube
giving Gene Hackman the finger. [laughing]
What we always wanted.
Yeah, I know. I know.
Relax. - Yeah.
Right? Relax.
- What do you think, Aitch... - Huh?
About this whole thing?
Well, well, the question is,
yes, there's big money at play.
Can you get your money and get out before it's too late?
'Cause if you don't,
suddenly your retirement home is Pentonville.
- Stop talking that ponce shit. - Oi!
- Hey! - Or I'll break your skull
with a hammer. - Easy.
Lanky hunk of piss...
Don. Easy.
No, I'm joking.
It's all right.
I like you, Aitch.
You're likable.
Cheers, Don.
He can be a real cunt sometimes.
Yeah, Don is Don.
What are you gonna do?
So you made your decision?
What decision would that be, blue eyes?
Whether she's coming with me to live a quiet life.
That was a long way over here.
You're gonna be disappointed.
It's already been worth the walk.
Well, then... I'm still thinking about it.
It started as a lark, a bunch of us having some fun.
But then my dad found out and everything changed.
Still don't know how.
Next thing I knew, I was a pariah.
Nothing was even out yet, but, well, at that point,
I just dove right in, realized I'm good at it,
and now I sort of have the power to do things my way.
Well, good for you.
I think for too long I've been marking time, you know,
coasting.
And I know there's more to life.
And I want more,
a lot more.
Well, it seems to me, if you're the big name,
you should get everything you want,
and more importantly, deserve.
I mean, yeah, I guess.
My company doesn't necessarily agree.
Aren't you the star?
My name's on the box.
Well,
sounds pretty starry to me.
Where the fuck did you come from?
♪ I've been thinking about you ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, I've been thinking about you ♪
♪ Got you on my mind
♪ I've been thinking about you ♪
[music fades]
She's 19 and she's mad at the world
for no real reason.
Sounds like me at that age.
Honestly, looking after her's becoming
a full-time job, but, I mean, she's a good kid.
So what's your real full-time job then?
Me?
I'm a thief.
[soft music]
Please don't tell me you're trying to steal my heart.
[chuckles]
What? I'd never talk like that.
I'm serious.
I take things from people.
♪
You any good?
Yes.
You always this honest?
Almost never.
But I never wanna lie to you.
So tell me then,
where's your girlfriend tonight?
Fiancée.
She's out with her friends,
probably half pissed down the local.
I'm curious.
What makes someone wanna become a thief?
[chuckles]
It's okay. You don't have to tell me.
No, no, no, no. It's just--
I don't know.
You're the first person to ever actually ask me that question.
I suppose... it was when I was about eight or nine
and the queen came to visit.
The actual fucking queen came on our housing estate.
And we had this bit where we played football.
It was just a bit of wasteland.
And I remember they did it all up, you know?
Did all-- got all new grass down,
painted everything, and it just looked amazing, you know?
You--you just felt like...
you know, this is how you should be living.
This is how it should be, you know?
But soon as she was gone, they ripped it all out.
They took their fucking, like, props and went.
Left it more of a shithole than it was before somehow.
Couldn't even play football.
And I knew right then, right in that moment,
that the straight life wasn't for me.
It's like, they can do whatever the fuck they like,
but us--us, we have to play by the rules.
I'm sure my dad struggling all his life hasn't helped,
but...
I just can't--I can't get that image out of my head,
you know, the way they just left us.
So what are you trying to do,
become like one of the Kray brothers or something?
Yeah, something like that.
Not as crazy as Ronnie though.
[laughter]
I know, I just--
try not to wind up in Wormwood Scrubs along the way.
How about you?
- Me? - Mm.
[sighs]
I'd like to go somewhere far away.
Yeah, that'd be nice.
Sunny, live a full life, do some dancing,
not wind up like my parents, not even close.
So you dance?
Used to do a lot more.
Toured for a bit, but now I only pirouette
in the confines of Soho Square.
I bet you're good.
[engine rumbling]
Can I ask you a favor?
- What's that? - Can you leave right now?
- Why? - Please.
I just really need you to go.
Right, okay, okay.
Please, I need you to leave now.
Okay? - Okay, can I see you again?
Please. [loud crash]
Just go. - Okay.
[whispers] Please.
[barely audible] Okay.
♪
[banging on door] - Oi!
[groans softly]
[banging on door]
Better be the bloody SAS.
[stammers indistinctly]
Come in.
I need an alibi.
I was with her all night.
[scoffs] I hope she taught you a trick or two.
No, no, no, no, nothing like that.
Not even a kiss. We just talked for hours.
Huh.
No, the conversation just flowed.
If it weren't for her cunt boyfriend,
we'd still be talking.
At least I think it was her boyfriend or husband.
I don't know. It was someone.
Honestly, she has got these eyes,
these...
beautiful, brown, dancing eyes.
Blimey.
You really are in a tumble.
Christ, my three-times-a-week churchgoing mother
would die of a heart attack. - [chuckles]
[door closes]
- All right. - All right. Morning.
[door opens and closes]
[chuckles]
So what about Marjorie?
Oh, fuck.
But I mean, we've--
you know, we've been on and off for years, you know?
I just think there's a reason for that, right?
Or I'm just going mental maybe.
That you are, my friend. That you are.
Marjorie's dad's got the business.
She's gorgeous.
What more do you want?
More, Aitch.
[heart pounding]
A lot more.
I'd like to go somewhere far away.
[phone ringing]
- Hello? - It's me.
- Hello, Gal. - Don. I'm in.
[dramatic rock music] - Yes.
Yes.
Yes!
We're after an extremely rare and valuable coin
traveling in an armored van on that one day only.
We're going to need a few other boys
for this job who are strong.
Positive attitude's very important, essential.
I want only charmed boys who follow the rules.
♪
Now let us tell you what we want.
♪
Please.
We want to be partners in this, all the way.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
♪
All right. Well, let me lay it out for you boys.
♪
This van only takes these runs once monthly.
It's a moving target, broad daylight,
and an automatic alert to the filth,
which gives you a five-minute window.
But there's a way.
That's always a fucking way.
♪
[horn honking]
♪
[engine revving away]
♪
[indistinct screaming]
♪
[onlookers shouting]
♪
[electronic beep]
You take the blue box with the coin in number 403.
Nothing else.
♪
- Go for it! Go, go! - Go, go, go, go.
15 seconds.
No!
Get the fuck down, all of ya!
♪
Is that it? Is that it? Is that it?
Yes! Go, go!
[tires squealing]
♪
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
[engine revving]
♪
- Whoo! - Aitch, you son of a bitch.
Gal, you are a fucking animal.
[tires screech]
Who the fuck's that?
What you staring at, you cunt?
[gunshot]
[Larry laughs]
Bet he wishes he were still in Mozambique.
[laughs]
[dogs barking]
[tense music]
♪
[dogs still barking]
♪
Fuck!
♪
I'm well impressed, boys. You pulled it off.
Yeah, Ted laid it out real nice.
Well this coin is just the first piece
of a very big puzzle.
If you think that plan was brilliant,
you ain't going to believe what Ted's got coming.
We're going to bleed this fuck one piece at a time,
turn his world upside down.
Ted's got it all planned out up here.
One thing.
Ted and I are both wondering
how you're going to be addressing
your witness problem.
♪
The security guard is a liability.
It's gotta be fixed.
Can't have any loose ends.
And Gal...
please be here to take care of it.
Okay?
How the fuck does he know?
Don't wanna look like a bunch of cunts to Stan,
to Teddy.
The security guard guy's not going through the filth.
No way. - Why take the chance?
[Don sighs]
You can a real cruel cunt sometimes, H.
No, no. That's not me. That's the world.
[Don sighs]
This is what you get when you move up the ladder.
Fucking throw the cunt in the Thames.
It's all your fault, you miserable skiver.
I'm gonna fucking kill you. - Easy, Don.
You brought this cunt in.
You should be doing this, not Gal.
I'm sorry, Gal.
You say sorry one more fucking time, Larry,
I'm going to get a knife,
stick it right in your fucking face.
This shouldn't only be on you, Gal.
I'll fucking take care of it.
♪
[rattle rattles]
[heart pounding]
♪
[Gal breathing deeply]
- Hi. - Mm.
- Sweet dreams? - Mm.
Don't remember.
[chuckles softly]
[Marjorie sighs]
Do you ever think about getting away from here?
What are you talking about?
Dunno, just go somewhere far away.
[chuckles softly] Why would we ever do that?
I don't know, just wondering.
Just wondering.
We've got everything here.
This is where our friends are.
Our kids will go to school here.
Isn't that what you want?
[Gal chuckles]
[Marjorie chuckles]
What's wrong? - Nothing.
[Gal chuckles]
So where are you going to live after the wedding?
I don't know, maybe Leighton.
Although I don't know if that's far enough away
for Gal these days.
What?
She's just kidding.
[chuckles] I don't get it.
Oh, neither do I.
[Marjorie chuckles]
[indistinct chatter on TV]
[indistinct chatter]
Move. Come on.
I have to get out of there.
Started the wedding talk again. [Bert chuckles]
Marjorie's a good girl.
Here.
Jeez.
Do you like working at the stadium?
Course.
Can't imagine doing nothing else.
I've been there almost 35 years.
Hey, listen, do me a favor, son.
Can you spare a few extra quid this week?
Me and Willy Christ had a little mishap
in the darts tournament over the Eagle Saturday last week.
This close to a nine-darter. [chuckles]
Of course.
This do you? - Oh, mate, you're a lifesaver.
Nice one.
Well, listen, son.
Don't tell your mother, okay?
Of course not.
[Bert pats Gals' leg] - Good lad.
All right, off to work.
He's from India or Pakistan
or some other place over that way.
But Stan knows. Don't know how, but he does.
Grow the fuck up and act your age.
Of course he knows, fucking pillock.
Listen.
You're close now, closer than you've ever been.
Closer than I ever thought you'd be.
I didn't walk through the fucking fires of hell
bringing you up to be undermined
by some immigrant do-gooder.
Mm.
Shouldn't be a problem.
[slot machine plays descending chord]
You fuck this up, you don't get another chance.
If Gal won't do it, you do it.
How much more do I have to do for you?
Fucking Doctor White honking jamrag fucking spunk bubble?
[tense music]
♪
Oh, fuck, fuck.
♪
Don, don't do it!
- Stay out of the way, Gal. - I'm serious!
I'm not letting this cunt fuck up our plans.
If you're not going to do it, I will.
♪
Are you nuts, pointing that gun at me?
You've got to listen.
♪
Are you going to shoot me, Gal?
If I have to... I will.
I'll--
I'm not lying to Ted.
I'm not.
No, no, no!
You're going to have to shoot me.
♪
We're not murderers, Don.
♪
If Gal won't do it.
You do it.
- No, wait, no! No, no! - Outta the fucking way, Gal!
- You fucking stay there! - Get out of the way!
- Listen, he's gonna disappear. - What the fuck are you doing?
He's gonna disappear. He's gonna get outta town.
- No! No! No! No! No! - You hear me?
You take this money.
You take this money and you run.
- Gal! - Fucking run! Run!
No! No! No!
♪
What have you done?
What the fuck have you done?
[droning tense music]
Saved your fucking life.
[tense music fades]
[Frank Sinatra's "Strangers In The Night"]
♪
♪ Strangers in the night exchanging glances ♪
♪ Wondering in the night what were the chances ♪
♪ We'd be sharing love before the night is through ♪
[laughter and chatter]
That's a cracker! [laughter]
You've had enough, mate.
♪ Something in your eyes was so inviting ♪
The food you're getting served tonight
is like nothing you've ever tasted in your lives.
Cheers, mate.
We've had stuff specially flown in for you boys.
Aitch, liven up.
They'll think you're wearing a wire.
[laughter] Have some more champagne.
What's this then?
Gentlemen.
We're all cunts. [laughter]
It looks like we're off and running.
Job like this...
going to bring the entire kingdom to our doorstep.
But the payoff, gents,
is gonna have you farting through silk
for a good, long time.
♪ Love was just a glance away ♪
♪ A warm embracing dance away ♪
Fuck, fuck!
Have you sorted out your problem, Gal?
Our problem?
[blood trickling softly]
Yes, Ted.
Everything's taken care of.
Okay.
Let's have some fun tonight.
[suspenseful dramatic music]
♪