All language subtitles for The Curse S01E04 iNTERNAL 1080p WEB H264-DiMEPiECE (1)_track3_[eng]

[ Indistinct robotic voice ]

-We were smelting gold
like you wouldn't believe.

-♪ Fast money,
get that money now ♪

-Albert became a man possessed.

He decided the only way out
was just to get through it.

The routine helped,
but he'd never forget

the horror he'd been through.

Thankfully,
no-one gave a monkey's

about the state of the gold.

They was only gonna
melt it down themselves.

-$56,000 is much more like it.
How was your holiday?

20? Per 100 gold bars?
Lovely.

-Billy had a clerk
on the payroll

in a bank in Fitzrovia.

Soon as the cash went in
from the gold buyer,

we'd withdraw it sharpish,
before it got clocked.

The only catch was, Billy said
we couldn't spend it,

and we were running
out of hiding places.

We were living dangerously.

♪♪

And if we were gonna survive,
we'd have to get better at this.

[ Exhales deeply,
inhales sharply ]

♪♪

-Phil Pocket,
here to see Clive Cornell.

Cheers, thanks.

Clive.

For you.
-What are you doing?

-Oh, I jus-- I just wasn't sure
what to bring.

Erm...

[ Groans ]

How's it going?
Made any new friends?

-Have you heard
from my cousin Lance?

-Erm, L-Lance,
yeah, erm, so, no.

Not a Dickie bird,
but I've put the word out.

Nothing's come back as of yet.

Pretty weird.
It's weird, innit?

-How's my gold?

You looking after it for me
as instructed?

-Your gold is very safe.

-We have something
that needs taken care of.

We have a rat.

If he gets as far as giving
evidence in court,

we have a problem.

-By "rat," do you mean --
-Sidney.

-Sidney. Sidney.

[ Scoffs ]

Sidney.

-Find him.

Exterminate him.

-I'd love to.
I'd love to kill him.

[ Sighs ]

That's if I can find him.

But if I do find him, Clive,
consider it done.

-No, you find him,
and you kill him.

This isn't a request.

It's an order.

-Okay. Nice.

-People sleep peaceably
in their beds at night,

knowing that rough men
stand ready

to do violence on their behalf.

-Am I one of your rough men?

-It's time to find out.
You with me or not?

-Well, yeah,
of course I'm with you.

Of course I am.

But that's if I do see him,
then...

I will...

exterminate him.

But that's if I see him.

-How's your mother, Phil?
She keeping well?

-Yeah, she -- I mean, yeah.
Her hip's a bit --

-A man needs to look
after his mother.

Make sure nothing bad
happens to her.

-Yeah.
-Go.

Take the flowers with you.
-Yeah.

-Leave the chocolates.
-Oh, sorry.

♪♪

-The banks are starting
to get suspicious.

So Ma McTavish is advising
we move into a new phase

of cleaning our stock.

My suggestion would be
to look to foreign clients --

shell companies, trust schemes,
integration and layering.

-Sorry, Bill, mate, I ain't got
a scoobie what you're on about.

Cockle, you might as well
be talking French.

-Come with me.
-Okay.

-Now, imagine that Mick's
jacket here is our money,

connected to the smelted-down
stolen gold, right?

Now, it's dirty, smelly,
unusable.

You couldn't give
this jacket to anyone.

So if Mick's jacket
is our money,

imagine that
this washing machine

is an off-shore
business account.

Let's call it, er,
Hotpoint Limited.

If we deposit Mick's grubby
jacket into Hotpoint Limited,

give it a good wash
add some assets

and financial instruments,
once the cycle is finished,

Mick's mucky jacket will now
be clean, and he can now wear it

without fear of
causing offence to others

and, more crucially, without
drawing attention to himself.

Do you understand, Mick?
-I got you, Bill, mate,

but you need to get your head
round this

when it comes
to washing money, pal.

A couple of months ago,
I'm washing a pair of jeans.

Unbeknown to me, there's a £5
note in one of the pockets.

When I pulled the jeans
out of the washing machine,

the note's like a bit
of chewing gum --

can't use it,
no use to man nor beast.

Keep that in your noggin, mate.
-[ Chuckles ]

-Walk with me, Albert.

-Oh, me, actually, yeah.

It's true, is it?
-Is this just on --

on a long wash, Bill, mate?

-Oh, we're actually
walking back -- okay.

-There was a man, The Baptist,
a high-end cleaner.

-That's not his real name,
is it?

-It's an alias.
-Yeah, it's a nickname, yeah.

-He will create for you
an off-shore business account.

I've arranged a sit-down
with him.

-Just me and the boys,
no-one else?

-No, just you and Natasha.

And you're gonna
have to perform.

This man is very particular
about who he works with

and is the only person who can
handle the volume we have.

-Yeah, I'm just -- I just --
cos, erm --

we always do everything together
with the boys,

so I dunno if that's gonna be
an issue,

but I can -- I'm sure I can
work it out.

I'm just --
leave it with me, Bill, mate.

[ Intro to The Clash's
"Train in Vain" playing ]

♪♪

-♪ You say you stand
by your man ♪

♪ Tell me something
I don't understand ♪

♪ You said you loved me ♪

♪ And that's a fact ♪

♪ And then you left me,
said you felt trapped ♪

-Phil? You here?
-Albert!

-There you are. You all right?
-How you doing, mate?

You all right?
-Yeah, good. Are you, er, busy?

-No, no, not at all.
-I just thought I'd come down

and just let you know that,
erm, me and Tasha

are gonna go for dinner, erm,

like a -- like a nice dinner
to The Savoy, erm...

-Oh, that's nice.
-...which would probably be

a little bit -- probably be
a little bit weird

i-if you were there.
-Oh, yeah, yeah,

that would be weird, yeah.
No, great. Enjoy yourself.

-[ Sighs ]

I can't do it,
you saw straight through me.

-What?
-There's no flies on you.

Erm, the truth of it is --
is that, erm, Billy's asked me

to go up west to meet
a money launderer,

and he says he doesn't want
any of you lot there.

And I did. I wanted -- I mean,
I didn't want Mick there,

but definitely you, erm,
and he said, "No," and...

-Oh, no, no, mate, it's fine.
I've got some, er, errands

to run for Clive, all right?
-Yeah.

-Cool.
-Thanks for understanding, mate.

-Yeah, yeah, that's fine.
We're good, yeah?

-No, I'm not good.

I should have known
you'd know that as well.

Er, I've been struggling a lot
recently.

-Oh, you what?

-Erm, I've been having a bit
of a tough time

with everything
that's gone on, and...

-Okay.
-...I've been suffering

from the flashbacks.

I just feel like I'm slowly
losing the person

who I once was,
if you know what I mean.

-Yeah, I dunno, mate.
Just, er -- Just try to sort of

bury all your feelings deep down
and just try to forget

about the sort of trauma
and guilt.

Just don't think about it.

All right?

-[ Sighs ]
I feel a lot better now.

-Okay, yeah, that's good.
You just -- You just push it.

-Oh, yeah, you're busy. Okay.
-Got a load of paperwork.

-Good to see you, Phil, mate.
Thanks for understanding, yeah.

Cheers, mate.
-Cheers, mate. Speak soon.

[ Door closes ]

Fucking hell.

-I can't believe you're going
up west on a weekday.

I mean, I didn't even know you
could go up west on a week day.

-Oh!
Leave the big light on.

Otherwise, they won't go off,
bless them.

-It's actually central,
if you think about it.

I don't know
why people say west.

When I think of west,
I think of, like, Ealing.

Anyway, when I told
Mum the name of that hotel,

she fell off her chair.

She was, like,
"How can they afford that?"

-Oh, we got a good deal.

-What sort of deal?
How'd you get that?

-Oh, it was a voucher
in the paper.

-A voucher in the papers?
What papers?

I need to get on that.
I need it.

-No, don't. Er, Albert --
he, er, he found it.

He, er, does a trawl of the
papers every day in the caff,

but they've stopped
doing it now -- bloody papers.

Don't know whether
they're coming or going.

Some days they're doing
vouchers, some days they're not.

Bye.

-Oh. Right.

♪♪

♪♪

-[ Sighs ]

Do I have lipstick on my teeth?
-No, you're all clear.

Here, what about my breath?
[ Exhales sharply ]

-Oh, maybe, just keep your mouth
shut till you get a drink.

-Okay.

♪♪

Albert and Natasha Fantoni,
The Baptist.

-How do you do?
-How do you do?

-How do you do?
-Won't you sit with me?

-Yeah.
[ Groans ]

-You look absolutely
ravishing, Natasha.

-Oh, thank you.
[ Giggles ]

[ Clears throat ]

-Er, thank you so much
for seeing us, Mr. Baptist.

-Not a problem.
Thanks for coming.

Did you travel far?
-Oh, er, Canning Town.

-Ah.
-I was telling The Baptist

about your portfolio, Albert.

-Oh, yes, er,
thank you very much.

I run a one-restaurant
breakfast chain, er,

on the Silvertown Road.
-No, I don't -- I don't think

he was asking you about...
-That's my favourite bottle.

-Oh. Lovely shape.

-Very good year.
-Mm.

-[ Chuckles ]

Ah, lovely colour.

-So, auf neue freunde.

To new friends.

-Oh.
-Oh.

♪♪

-Albert? Albert?

Albert?

It's nice wine,
isn't it, darling?

-Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

It tastes like vinegar,
but in a -- in a good way.

Erm, makes you wonder
how many, erm, grapes

they used to make it.

-So, have you been
in this line of work long?

-Since the Second World War.

My father monetized 100 tonnes
of stolen Nazi gold

worth over $400 million.

-The -- The Nazis?

-Mm-hmm.

-Mm...

yeah.

[ Groans ]

[ Birds chirping ]

-Tell you what, this country
air's cleared me right out.

My nose has stopped whistling.

Listen.

[ Whistling softly ]

-I can still hear it.

-Yeah, it's still there
a little bit.

It's getting better, though.

What you doing here, anyway?
-Huh?

Oh, just, erm, I dunno.

I just, erm, came to, erm,
er, get --

there's a secret stash of gold.

-Secret stash of gold?
-Yeah.

-Right, why wasn't I told
about it? I'm holding the fort.

I need to know about this.
-Yeah, exactly.

That's why I-I came. Erm, it's
buried deep in the corn fields.

-Oi, oi! Grub's up!
-There he is!

-Hello, Phil, mate!
What, we having a party?

Large cod, large chips,
a little pickled egg there

for my boy, Sidney.
-Perfect.

-Phil, mate,
didn't get you anything.

Didn't know you were
gonna be here,

But you can have anything
from my plate.

You're me best pal.
-What you doing? Why you here?

-I try and get here
as often as I can,

bring Sid a little bit of tea,
a grumble mag.

-You know Tash and Albert
have gone up west?

-That's Albert to a "T," mate.
-Good man.

-She's a lucky girl,
your sister, boy.

-I'm looking forward to a bit
of a romance myself,

once this is all over,
once I'm not living in the farm.

-I've already got myself
a little sweetheart.

-Go on.
-Darling little sort

out of Everard.
-Talk me through it.

-Little pip nose, blue eyes,
all her own teeth.

She's got to be 8 foot 6
if she's an inch,

with her hair all up
and a wedge heel on.

She works at the fish market.
-They've gone to see a geezer

about moving the money.

-What money?
-Our money.

-What geezer?
-Phil, start from the top,

please, mate.
-They said they were gonna go

meet a geezer about moving
the money, and they said,

"Do not tell Mick,"
cos they didn't want you there.

And I hate secrets.
I don't -- I don't do it.

-They pacifically said,
"Don't tell Mick"?

-Specifically, yes,
they said you.

-They said my name?
-I'd go up there now,

if I was you.
-I'm gonna go up there now.

-If I wasn't stuck here,
I'd be going up there myself.

-Well, I will go there,
Sid, mate,

and I'm gonna say something.
-You should go up there now

and say something.
-I will go up there now.

-Are you gonna go up there?
-I'm gonna go up there, mate.

-You should definitely go
up there and say something.

-I'm gonna go up there
and say something.

-Yeah, I'd say something.
-They're at The Savoy.

-Good time to leave.
-What? Get in the motorcar now?

-Yeah, probably. Yeah.
-Oh, it's done.

I am going, mate.
I hate secrets.

-I hate secrets, too.
They're at The Savoy.

-I hate secrets.
-They're at The Savoy, Mick.

-Tell 'em -- Tell 'em,
I hate secrets as well.

Unbelievable.
-Let's go dig up this gold.

Come on.

-I'll go out there in a minute.

♪♪

♪♪

-Why didn't they torch
the whole thing?

-Maybe they got disturbed?
I mean, who knows?

This is a waste of time, Fred.

Like I said, these
are professional criminals.

♪♪

♪♪

-You know, I don't think they're
as professional as you think.

-What's this?

Oh, leave off.
Alberto's Cafe? Really?

I mean, every criminal
in the East End of London

buys a bacon sarnie
out of there every morning.

-Yes, it's also run
by Natasha Fantoni,

sister of the inside man.
-Natasha Fantoni is a saint,

an absolute diamond,
and I can't stress enough

how much of a fanny
Albert Fantoni is.

I mean, that man would melt
in a freezer.

-Well, we could put them
under surveillance,

tap their phones,
put a wire on Sidney.

There's options.
-We got our arrests.

What we need is the gold.
-Yeah, exactly,

it's gotta be worth a visit,
Guv.

-You want to hassle
innocent people,

you should've become
a fucking traffic warden.

-Guv.

Guv!

♪♪

-You shall be in the last year's
company, Albert.

I deal with many elite figures.

Pablo Escobar's
one of our clients.

-You're joking.
We love his music, don't we?

-[ Scoffs ]
-Shall we move this on

to the finer details?
-Well, well, well.

As I feared, as I very feared.

-Sorry.

-Want to explain yourself,
Natasha?

-W-We were just out,
and then, erm...

-Liar.
-It's a small world, honestly.

-Small world, is it?
-This is an associate of yours?

-Erm...
-Will he be joining?

-No, no, you've eaten,
haven't you, Michael?

-No, no, no, no, no.
I'm staying around, Tasha.

-There's a lovely
little bar upstairs.

How about you go up there and...
-No, no, no, no, no, I'm gonna

take the stranger,
the new bloke.

I'll take him up on his offer.
Chair for Big Mick!

Hello, Joe, could you grab me
a chair, mate?

Mick Neville.
Part of the firm.

Albert's cousin, and all.

Not that family means fuck all
to him these days.

Thank you, mate, thank you.
I'm very obliged to you.

Scoot round.
-[ Clears throat ]

-All right, Bill!
-We're dining already.

Will you be eating?
-Yeah, I'll be eating, mate.

Yeah, yeah, you see,
my fish and chip supper...

rudely interrupted.

Now all I can taste
in my mouth is deceit.

Give me a steak.
Make it bloody.

Just pull out its horns
and wipe its arsehole.

-Oh!
-Don't...

-How far is it, Phil?

-Er...

-My dogs are barking.
-Yeah.

Here'll do.

-Here? Whereabouts?
-Yeah, no, anywhere round here.

-Have you not got a marker
or something?

-Yeah, there.
Just here, definitely.

It's here. You're gonna have
to dig, er, quite deep.

-Don't worry about me, mate.
I know my way around a hole.

I used to go down, er,

Bognor Regis, every summer,
me and Nat-Nat.

We used to dig these holes
on the beach.

People'd come from miles
around to see them.

Rumour has it, one of them
actually got preserved

by the National Trust
after I left.

It's all in the wrist.

-New York, see -- I'm out there
a couple of years back.

I'm at the undercard
of a boxing fight.

I go out one night to have one
of their famous hamburgers.

You've seen this thing.
It's the size of my head.

Massive thing, right?
I'm about to eat it up,

peering over the top like this.

There's these two
Italian fellas,

and they're laughing at me.

Straight away, they're
involved.

I drop the burger --
ping, ping, ping --

knock 'em both sparko.

Next morning, I'm lying in bed.

I'm having a bit
of peace and quiet.

There's a banging on the door.
I answer it.

There's this little, greasy,
Italian fella standing there.

He's about eight-handed.

I pull me arm back
about half a mile,

and I'm about to set to work.

He's looked at me,
and he's gone --

now, I'm gonna do
the impression.

No offence here,
all right, Bill?

He's like, "Aah, please,
don't -- don't hurt-a me."

-I'm not Italian.
-I thought he was Italian.

How mad's that?

Anyhow, turns out this fella
is Don Delbrini.

He's head of the Delbrini
crime family.

I start running around
with this little mob --

errands, little bit of door
works, that kind of shit.

I'm out there
for about four years,

get one of his daughters
in the family way.

Then, old mum gets ill,

and I've gotta come home
and look after her.

But they was all saying I might
be one of the Dons of it all,

but that's life.
-There are five families active

in New York, Mr. Neville.

These Delbrinis you talk of --
I've never heard of them.

♪♪

-Well, maybe, there's, er...
[clears throat]

...there might be
six families there, you know,

like, er, maybe a family
you ain't heard of.

What, you calling me a liar,
cock?

♪♪

-Oh!
Look at the time.

I've got to call the --
call the babysitter.

Erm, maybe you could escort me
to the phone box, Mick.

-What are you talking about?
What are you going on about?

-Maybe it might be nice if
you -- cos she looks like

she needs a bit of your help.

-Trying to get rid of me,
Albert?

-No, Mick, I just...

-Why wasn't I invited
to this meeting?

-Your presence wasn't required.

-You weren't being talked to,
Bill.

-It seems that your friends
do not trust you, Mr. Neville.

And no good can come from this.

Only lies and more secrets.
[ Chuckles ]

Secrets and more lies.

And your trust weakened,
and questioned.

And when you lose the trust
of your friends,

it's so difficult to fix.

You see, trust can take years
to build,

seconds to break,
and forever to repair.

But in our line of work,

we have to trust a stranger
in an instance.

One instance.

Just like that.

Verstehen sie?

-Don't click your fingers at me

at the end of a rambling story
that goes nowhere.

If you're telling a story,

and you're holding
people's attention,
have a point to it, mate.

Make it funny, like mine was.
-Mick, just leave it.

-I'm not gonna sit
here, Albert,

listening to mumbo jumbo
from this anorak.

-Albert, would you ask him
to leave, please?

-Mick, please, please.
-Please, Mick.

-He wants to business with you,
he does business with me.

We're friends. We're family.
That stands for something.

Been like a big sister
to you, Tash.

There are some things in life
which are more important

than money -- end of --
and that's where I stand.

That's what I --
-Just fuck off!

-Oh, point taken.

-That's -- Mick, please,
just leave for a sec.

-No, no, no,
you've made your point.

You've made your point.
That's fine.

You, mate,
take your fucking minute,

have your friends,
your new life.

I'm gonna take that to go.
Cheers.

-My apologies for the, er...

Thank you, mate.
Thank you.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

♪♪

-[ Sighs ]

-Well...

we know why we're here.

What do we need to do
to move this thing forward?

[ Rain falling ]

-How deep's this gold, mate?

What's that?
What you doing?

-Just following orders.

Clive wants you gone.

It's not my choice.

I'm just a soldier, eh?

-Fucking hell, no.

-Put me in a very difficult
situation.

Shouldn't have ratted.
-I didn't rat on you, though,

did I?
I ratted on Clive and Joey.

I specifically didn't rat
on you lot.

-I'm an enforcer.

Clive said I could be
one of his rough men.

-Rough men?
-Yes, rough men.

-I don't know what that means,
but just -- he's a bully, mate.

He's manipulating you.
Can't you see?

He's not your mate.

-I'm scared.

He said he'd hurt my mum.
My mum.

-Well, he's not your mate,
then, is he?

If he's gonna hurt your mum.

Just think about it.
-Sorry.

-He can't hurt your mum
while he's in prison, yeah?

-Yeah.
-If I get my day in court,

then he'll stay
in prison, right?

And then we're all safe.
-Yeah.

-That's what we all want.
Don't -- Don't do this, mate.

You don't wanna do this.
-No.

-Put the gun down, all right?

-Okay.
-Put the gun down.

Yeah?
-Yeah.

♪♪

-What the fuck was that?!

-Sorry, mate.
-You was trying to kill me!

You was pointing
a fucking gun at me!

-Yeah.

-Fuck me!

Jesus tonight, Philip.
-Sorry, mate.

-Well, I'm gonna get this gold,
and we're gonna go back,

and we're gonna talk
about this.

That is not on.
-There isn't any gold.

I was -- you was digging cos
I was gonna bury you there.

-You let me dig my own grave?
-Yeah.

-That's just perfect. Well,
I am getting out of this hole.

-Do you want a hand?

-I've dropped my glasses.
Where are my glasses?

-You got 'em?
Here, let me give me you a hand.

-Help me out.
Get off me!

Which way is it?

-My old man used to tell me
this old East London tale.

It was about a monkey
and a cat.

It was hard to tell which
was the greatest thief.

One day, they spied some
chestnuts roasting in the ashes,

and the cunning monkey
says to the cat,

"We won't go without
our dinner today.

Your claws are better
than mine.

You pull them
out of the hot ashes,

and you can have half."

The cat pulled them out
one by one,

burning her claws in doing so.

When she'd stolen them all,
she turned

and found the monkey
had eaten every last one.

The moral of the story --
a thief cannot be trusted,

even by another thief.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Intro to The Cure's
"All Cats Are Grey" playing ]

♪♪

♪♪

-♪ I never thought
that I would find myself ♪

♪ In bed amongst the stones ♪

♪ The columns are all men ♪

♪ Begging to crush me ♪

♪ No shapes sail on the dark,
deep lakes ♪