All language subtitles for The Curse S01E05 iNTERNAL 1080p WEB H264-DiMEPiECE (1)_track3_[eng]

-Clive Cornell
and Joseph William Bailey,

the jury have found
you guilty on all counts.

I hereby sentence you both
to life imprisonment.

Society deserves a rest
from your "activities."

-Clive and Joey
got 25 years each.

And Sidney got off.

But he had a punishment
of his own.

In the East End of London,

being a known grass was
pretty much a death sentence.

-Thanks to the tireless work
of my team

and the Metropolitan Police,

we now have the masterminds of
the Newham robbery behind bars.

-We felt like a weight had been
lifted off our shoulders.

But we still weren't
completely safe.

The good news was Billy
had come up trumps

and the baptist
was transferring money.

Nicely washed and cleaned
from Switzerland.

We could finally have
a spend-up.

Me and Albert decided to keep it
small and subtle for now.

Elsewhere, Mick and Phil
had bought themselves

a glitzy nightclub up in Soho.

I mean, Mick had let it all go
to his thick head...

literally.

After the fallout of the Savoy,

we hadn't spoken to them
both in months.

Silly, really.

Looking back, it was the time
we needed each other the most.

♪♪

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

♪♪

They've called the nightclub
the Gold Rush.

I mean, seriously, might as well
put a sign up saying,

"We did the robbery."

-You're quite right.

I'll speak to them both.

We should continue to maintain
a low profile

and I'll put a halt
to smelting the gold for now.

-I mean, we're keeping an all
right stance

still running this caff
on a couple of plums

while they're out there risking
it all being flash in Soho.

-Thanks for coming, Billy, mate.

Don't be embarrassed.

Just tell them
everything you told me.

-Okay. I am being threatened.

They've targeted my flat
and I've received today...

a very...

traumatic death threat.

-Someone shat in his letterbox.

-Faeces.
-Yeah.

It's hard to tell whether
it's human's or a child.

-A child?
-It would've been an adult

that put it, through.
-It's just not on.

-It's not on.
What I want,

what I need
is a new place to stay.

I'm not going back to the farm.

I want a house.

I want a safe house.

A safe house with...

-What you need
is a new identity.

I know a man, Ronnie Gatlin.

He's an expert in false
documentation,

new identities,
and relocation.

He makes people disappear.

-That's who we need to speak to.
We should speak to him.

How do we speak to him?
-I can arrange a meeting,

but not with you.

Natasha and Albert
will have to facilitate.

And you won't be able to
tell him that Sidney's a rat.

-Trust me, we're not exactly
shouting it from the rooftops.

-He hates rats.

You'll be moved out to Spain.

-Spain?
-You'll be safer out there.

Nobody knows you and there
are no extradition rights.

-No what?
-Extra...

-If you're in Spain,
the police can't touch you.

That's why everyone moves
out there.

-Oh, that's what that means.
Oh, okay.

-He will set you up
with a new identity,

a new job,
legitimate business investments.

-Like a little bar on the beach.

-There you go. You'd love that.

-Maybe we should talk to him
about getting us out there.

-Well, it's a different for us.
We've got a life, Sidney hasn't.

-I know.
-Tell him I'd like a reggae bar

ideally.

-Are you -- okay, and he's off.

Fine.
-You don't even like reggae.

-I've always wanted
a reggae bar, Natalie.

You know that.
-It's in. It's in at the moment.

-I could wear my vest.
I'll get one of those

string vests.
-No one wants to see you

in a vest, Sidney.

-You're alright.

Hello, brother, you're alright.

Go on. Oh, look who it is.

Serving us another treat?

Oh, no, that's his wife.

I'm kidding with ya.
I love ya.

You come alone, pal. Alright.

[ Speaks indistinctly ]

♪♪

Through you come, look at you.
You look absolutely stunning.

I like a little curtsey,
it's like meeting the Queen.

Oh, hello, Candice, love.
How are you doing?

You alright?
You can't come in.

Not dressed like that, doll.
I'm sorry.

Strict dress code, I'm afraid.

-Yeah, I was just passing by.

I thought I'd come see this
for myself.

The Gold Rush.

-Yeah, that's the place,
the Gold Rush.

We've had all manner of --
Phil Collins

came in about last Tuesday.

He's from Bergerac.

Got talking a lot.

Come on through.
How we doing, boys?

-So how'd you get the cash
for this place then?

-Well, that's a fantastic
question there.

Couple of weeks ago,
I'm sitting in my gaff.

I get a little rat-a-tat-tat
on the door.

I answered the door.
There's a fella standing there.

He said that
he's there to inform me

that our shared mother,
what I didn't know we had,

had passed away.

In her will,
she's left me a painting.

It turns out it's a Rembrandt,

so there we go,
there you have it.

-So what, now you just got
this magic nightclub?

-Well, well, well, I took it
down Claridge's, honestly.

I took it down there
on a Thursday,

Friday I'm told it's worth
£1,000,000.

Saturday, I buy this gaff.
There we go, darling.

-Claridge's is a hotel.

-Is it really? I -- yes...

-Mick.
-Yep?

-2:00.
-You remember Tasha's

little mate, don't you?

-You alright?

You know she can't come in...
-She's not coming in.

I've told you, haven't I?
I said you can't come in

dressed like that, so anyway,
lovely to see you.

We're going to go have
a little line of the elbow.

-Both, yeah. Nice work, right.

-There you go, mate.
Just to get us in the mood.

[ Sniffs ] Ooh!

[ Groans ]

That's good.

That's nice buff.

Tell you what, mate.
-Yes, mate?

I love you, mate.
-I fucking love you.

-I love you more.
-I love you.

-'Cause you get me.

-You are gonna love this.

-Oh, yes.

Here we go.

If you told me
a couple weeks ago,

we'd be doing this together...

-Wait, what you doing?

-Just...
-No.

-I thought we was
gonna get naked,

have a little wrestle,
like a tumble about.

-No.

K15 Kevlar.

Fully shock-plated.

This, my friend,
makes you feel invincible.

Nice, innit?

[ Knock on door ]

-Gentlemen.
-Wait, what are you doing

just walking in like that?
We weren't doing nothing.

We were just talking.

-I need to grab
another cassette tape.

Did Albert not call ahead?

-We haven't heard much from him
in ages.

-Nothing.
-That's between you and Albert.

The plan is to smelt double
the amount this week.

-What?
Is that alright with him?

With Sid, with Tash?
You run it past them all?

-It's all agreed, yeah.

-No, 'cause we've got
investments we want to

plough through.
-Tell him about them.

-Yeah, I just want to flag up
that you chaps

are spending pretty
fast and wild.

-Who said that?
-Yeah, who said that?

-A word from the wise.
I'd advise a little restraint.

-Tell him about the plan.

-Do you know where
we can get a yacht?

-Big boat, Phil.
-Big -- Big one.

We can have parties on it
and that.

Music industry.
-We could sleep under it,

but we only want us on it, just
the two of us, bedroom each.

-Big one with a bath in it.

-Want a line of puff?
-No.

I think I'll leave you chaps
to it.

-You gotta go?
-Yes.

-You gonna go?
-Yeah, I am.

-Well, come here.
-Oh.

-[ Smooches ]
-Ah, alright.

-Bill's off.
Phil, mate, Bill's going.

You off, yeah?

You gotta go?
-Is everything alright?

-Yes.
-Did we say something?

-No. Have a wonderful evening.

-Yeah, you too.
-You off, yeah?

Good boy.
-Nice one, Bill.

-Have a good evening.
-See you later, bill.

-You good, though, yeah?
-See you later, mate.

-See ya, mate.

I like him.
-He comes in,

he says things,
and then he goes.

-It's them.

It's the Fantoni's.

-Really?
You're still sniffing around

the wrong dog's arse there,
girl.

-I have pictures.

-Of them in a park
having a fucking picnic?

♪♪

♪♪

Well, well...

You know who this is?

-Billy English.
Known money launderer

and Hatton Garden jeweller.

-And a proper face.

This is a very good lead.

You've done good work here,
Yasmin.

-I'll stay on it.

Malcolm.

-[ Gulps ]

-I'll keep you posted.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

♪♪

-Hello.

-Is that for free?

Oh, okay.

Alright.

Oh, Cheers.
-Is that my man?

Albie Fantoni!

-That's me.
-Ronnie Gatlin, what an honour.

Welcome aboard, son.

Let the dog see the rabbit.

Look at you.
-Oh.

Oh, oh.
Cheers. Thank you.

Lovely seeing you.
Thanks for shaving for us.

Who's this young lady?
-Oh, yeah.

-I'm Natasha.
-Enchante, Natasha.

You've struck gold
as well then, eh?

-He's punching.
-Yeah.

-Believe me.

-Meet my beautiful Sofia.

Sofia.

Sofia!
-Oh.

-Sorry, baby.

-Albie, Natasha, this is Sofia.

-You're beautiful,
like a goddess.

-Thank you.
-I might not give her back.

-You better.
-No.

-Now get yourself
one of my rum punches.

Drink two of them,
be found in a fucking ditch.

[ Both laugh ]
-Well, I hope not.

-Welcome to my poop deck.
-Oh.

-Come here, tell me,
what was it like?

Were you expecting there to be
so much gold in there?

♪♪

-Gold location number 22.

[ Speaking indistinctly ]

♪♪

-♪ On her way
to work one morning ♪

♪ Down the path
alongside the lake ♪

♪ A tender-hearted woman ♪

♪ Saw a poor half-frozen snake ♪

♪ His pretty coloured skin ♪

♪ Had been all frosted
with the dew ♪

♪ "Oh, well," she cried ♪

♪ "I'll take you in
and I'll take care of you" ♪

♪ Take me in, oh, tender woman ♪

♪ Take me in for heaven's sake ♪
♪ Yes, come on in ♪

♪ Take me in, tender woman ♪

-[ Laughs ]
-♪ Sighed the snake ♪

-So, Billy tells me you've got
a fella who needs to get out.

-Yeah, it's Sid--
Uh, Andrew is his name.

Andrew.
-Is he involved in the robbery?

-Er, the robbery, no. No.

-What is he,
the fucking milkman then?

-Oh, no, of course.
He wasn't the milkman, no.

What I meant by that is, uh, he
was actually one of my heavies.

-Nice.
-He's the geezer that, er,

pistol whipped the guard
on my orders.

-The security guard?
The rat?

-Yeah.
-That grassed up Clive and Joy?

-Yeah, that bastard.

What would you do if you got
your hands on him?

-Uh, well, uh,
you don't want to know the stuff

that I'd do to him.

-I do want to know. Tell me.

-Oh, okay.

Well, I'd, uh --

I'd go into his room late
at night whilst he's asleep...

-Yeah.
-And you'll fucking grab him

by the throat, hang him up,
right?

Grab a fucking Stanley knife
and just cut

the fucking bollocks off him.

Slice him in half,
you know what I mean?

Flip him over,
one thumb up the hole

and fucking ride him
to happy town

while whispering in his ear,
"Your fucking ma's next,"

something like that?
-Uh, yeah,

I was gonna say just pillow
over the face, but that works.

All really good killing thoughts
and strong ideas

that we can throw into the mix.

So, yeah, that's...
-And then what?

-...really strong ideas.

Oh, I've got a meat,
like a sausage grinder at work,

sort of --
-Oh!

-I could, uh --
I could cut him up

and put him in there
and then put him in the fryer.

And then put him
in a sausage sandwich

with brown sauce, turkey.
-Fucking dirty bastard!

-Who's a dirty bastard?

-Oh, no, just boys talk.

-This fella's giving me
a hard-on.

He told me about
chopping somebody up

and putting them
in the fucking sausage machine.

-Oh, no, we were
just brainstorming.

Obviously it wouldn't be
a good idea

for the hygiene certificate.

I wouldn't do that,
but you know, yeah.

I was just -- Okay.

-Are you still talking?
-See you later.

[ Both laugh ]

-There's a little restaurant
out there

down by the coast.
Think about it.

You have a few too many
sangrias,

you're hungover,
wandering on the seafront,

and then you see it.

A sign,
"Alberto's Famous Gutbusters."

-Or whatever the Spanish
translation is.

Do they even have caffs
out there?

-Yeah, of course they do.

They just pronounce it
different.

-Yeah?
-Cafe.

-When you say it like that,
I quite like that.

[ Both laugh ]

♪♪

-Get in there.

[ Laughs ]

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

-Very good, very good.

[ Door bells ring ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Gunshot ]

♪♪

-Looks like a professional hit,
Fred.

-Yeah.
-Or it was someone that

he trusted
when he wasn't expecting it.

-Is this what you found on him,
George?

-Motown's greatest hits.

-It's not the worst music to be
ironed out on, is it, Fred?

Everyone loves a bit of Tamla.

What you thinking, Fred?

You seriously think
that the Fantoni's

had something to do with this?

-As far as we know,
he was last seen

with Albert, Natasha,
and Sidney.

What's that? A coincidence?

Cheers.

-Up the surveillance.

♪♪

-The news of Billy's murder
knocked us for six.

He was the one person
we trusted,

the one person making
this whole thing tick.

What did we do without him?

And more importantly,
were we next?

The panic had well
and truly set in.

-I don't like this.
I don't like any of it.

-Get some more buff.

Give me some more.
Let's have some buff, mate.

-Yeah, take the edge off.
-Yes, yes.

More puff, please.

[ Sniffs ] Oh, sweet Mary Jane.
-Fucking hell.

-Oh, my.
-Big bum now, big bum now.

Give us a -- Give us a --

I'll do us a cup of tea each.

-Yeah?
-Milky tea, milky tea.

-Oh, there's no milk.
-What?

-It's bay leaf --
-Shh!

[ Vehicle approaches ]

-Who is it?
-Shh.

[ Engine shuts off ]

We have company, Phil.

-What?
-Take the kettle.

Cover me.

-Who is it, Mick?
-Three of them.

-Three of them?
-Shadows, shadows.

Get the cricket bat, mate.
Get the cricket bat, boy.

♪♪

Fucking guard off, mate.

♪♪

It's Albert.
It's -- It's Albert.

-Yeah?
-Tash and Sidney.

-Was you followed?
-It's hard to tell.

It was rush hour and there's
loads of traffic, so...

-The state of you two.

-The state of you, more like.
-What?

What's happened to Billy?
What do you know?

-What do you mean
what do we know?

What do you know?
-Put the cricket bat down

before I wrap it
round your little head.

-We've just been here,
the two of us,

hiding it out, doing buff,
drinking cups of tea.

-Maybe we should be hiding out,
as well, go to Spain.

Ronnie can sort it.
-Who's Ronnie?

-Who's Ronnie?
-Ronnie is a really cool geezer

that I happen to get along with
very well

and he can sort anything.
-He's getting me out to Spain.

-Yeah.
I'm leaving the country.

From now on, I'll be known
only as Andrew.

Or Andreas to the locals.

-This is all getting
a bit suspicious.

So Billy dies,

and now these lot
are going to Spain.

Interesting.
-Oh, is it so suspicious,

is it?
-It is suspicious, Andrew.

-He's going to Spain
because he grassed on

two of the most
powerful gangsters in London.

-That makes sense.
-It does make sense.

Alright, fair enough.
-Did you check whether

they've actually
got reggae out in Spain?

I meant to ask.
-Seriously, Sidney,

it doesn't really matter now.
-It does matter,

'cause otherwise,
a reggae bar's gonna fall

flat on its face.
-Mick, listen to me.

We need to go and find
those tapes,

we need to get them back,
and keep them safe.

And all of us, we need to just
go about life as normal.

Stop drawing attention
to ourselves.

-Hold on, what does that mean?
-Well, you opened a club

and you called it
the Gold Rush, you mug.

-Don't get all salty
just because you're stuck

in your smelly little cafe.

-Okay, that's not very nice.

It's not a smelly caff.

And I'll tell you what,
we're doing

a little thing
called laying low.

And maybe you should've
tried that yourself.

-I've tried everything.
-Oh, have you tried

not being an idiot for once?
-Stop it now!

Please, come on.

Squabbling like kids,
idiots, fools.

Disgusting. We are friends.

You're all my family.
I mean, we are not family

constructed by semen nor seed,

but we are in a way...
you know.

The point is this.

At times of need, we need
to turn to each other.

[ Sniffs ]

Right?

Lean on one another.

I've missed all of you.

Tash.

Sidney -- Andrew.

-When's the last time
you went to sleep, mate?

-Three, maybe four days ago.

-That's the thing
with this stuff, mate.

You can just keep going on it.

I'll get it.
Sid, do you want some?

-Is it cocaine?
-Yeah.

-What's...
What's that on your head?

-Toupee.

♪♪

-Give me somethin'.

You need to take a good look at
yourself and see some--

[ Buzzing ]

♪♪

[ Sniffs ]

♪♪

-Who's this?

Get away from the car.

Car -- Get away from...

Not the car.
Not the -- Not the ca--

What's the car done to you?!

No!

♪♪

[ Tape recorder buzzing ]

[ Door opens ]

Oh, here they are.

That was particularly unsavory
business with the car.

♪♪

-Mick Neville.

I don't have to be as forward
as to introduce myself.

With the accent and the foppish
company what you're keeping,

I'm guessing that
you're Ma McTavish.

I heard a lot about you.

-Likewise.
-Have a seat.

Ordered them myself.

It's like sitting on
a marshmallow on a cloud.

I don't know
what they're made of.

I'll have to look at the label.

-My man was a gambler.

-Alright.

-We saw you fight one night

at the Royal Albert Hall.
-Oh, did you?

-He put a bet on you
on account of your size.

12 rounds later
and you're still standing.

You hadn't thrown
a bastard punch either.

-He was a slippery customer.

He kept on moving about.

It's hard with a moving target.

-My man lost a lot of money
that night,

and he never forgot about you.

I don't know if you know my man.

-Your man? Never met him.

-But he has a unique way
of doing things sometimes.

He'd jib a man's lungs
and his kidneys

and he would throw them
in the sea so that they'd sink.

Sometimes they'd bob back up
to the top.

[ Laughs ]

Do you know what he'd call them?

-No.

-Mick Nevilles.

Because they wouldn't go down.

-Oh.

What a sweet sentiment that.

Which is both humbling and
terrifying in the same measure.

You tell your husband from me
thank you.

-He's dead. I killed him.

-Okay. Right, right.

You know what?
I have a little trouble

keeping track of
why you're here.

-Well, we have a wee problem
with the current setup.

-We're doing what Billy said.
To the letter of the law,

we're following Billy's orders.
-Mr. English had ideas

of his own.

For the past month,

the kipper hasn't been smelting,

but nabbing the gold
for his own ends.

-That's out of order.

I'll pull Bill in here.
I say, "Bill, mate,

that's out of order."
-Mr. English

has been terminated.

-What, you sacked him?
Gave him the old heave-ho?

-No, we put an end to him.

-What, is he dead?

Well, how would you know this?
How'd you know such a thing?

-'Cause my boy Percy shot him
in the back of the head.

Now, you cross us...

well, that's the McTavish way.

And whit's fir ye will
no go past ye.

-Mm-hmm. Alright.

-Now, we laid down the
investment for that Newham job.

So we make the rules.

We want half the gold
in one drop.

You have five days.

-Give us a week.
I do a lot more in a week.

-Time for negotiation's over.

It's the fucking gold
or the fucking lead.

-By lead, do you mean bullets?

-Aye.
-We'll take the gold.

I'll do the gold, yeah.

-That took a lot longer
than it should have.

Fuck sake.

-The vultures were starting
to circle overhead.

Some we knew about,
some we didn't.

But we could feel the net
was closing in.

We knew we needed
to do something.

We knew we needed to scarper.

♪♪

[ Tape player whirring ]

Gold location number 22.

[ Speaking indistinctly ]

♪♪

-♪ I've told myself
so many times before ♪

♪ But this time I think
I mean it for sure ♪

♪ We have reached a full stop ♪

♪ Nothing's going to save us
from the big drop ♪

♪ Reached our natural
conclusion ♪

♪ Outlived the illusion ♪