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[panting]

[Jim] What's it like being here?

What's it like waking up

and not remembering who is it that you fucked?

She can't live without no more.

Anna, she's had enough.

Think she’d be better off alone than with a dad like you.

[Petey] Jack!

Tonight?

Cops are after me.

You're being ridiculous.

I gotta get out of this town.

So, I can give you until midnight.

-Midnight? -Midnight.

You do not wanna blackmail us.

Blackmail is your thing.

I'm here to fulfill a verbal agreement.

[door opening]

[indistinct chattering]

[girl laughing]

[paintball gun firing]

[girls laughing]

Nice one.

You think all that paint bullshit is gonna get me back?

At least trying to get your attention.

What's that?

[scoffs]

Where did you get this?

Where did you get this?

Sally.

Her?

Right here.

You look after her for me, right?

[vehicle approaching]

[car door opens, closes]

[engine starting]

Hey.

Hey.

[vehicle drives away]

How's Anna?

Better.

Okay.

[Jim scoffs]

How are you?

I miss him.

I miss Pete.

Yeah.

Uh... Me too.

[sniffs]

[sighing deeply]

So...

I think I have a job for you.

So, you left me up there, did you?

On a mountain.

Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

I had a choice to make.

And I chose Anna.

I'll always choose Anna.

Come on.

Oh... Nice.

Yeah.

I don't know what it is or how to sell it.

Why don't we just rob a bank?

How many drug deals have you done?

-Loads. -How many banks have you robbed?

None.

There we are then.

You sure about this?

Yup.

No, Jesus, Jack,

you're not supposed to take the whole lot.

Jesus Christ.

Those.

Excuse me.

Brittany.

Uh... You have any baby powder?

Oh, you mean talcum powder?

No, no, no. You mean formula. Formula.

Sure. I'll show you to the baby section.

Thank you.

Not that one.

You folks expecting?

Expecting what?

Grandparents?

No.

Uh... How old is the baby?

I've no idea.

-Is it an infant or a toddler? -Does it matter?

Okay, folks, we have regular or organic.

Now, the organic is a lot pricier

but it comes with 100 percent all-natural ingredients.

Not sure we give a fuck, Brittany.

-Do we give a fuck? -I don't think we do, Brittany.

Uh...

Whoa.

Thanks, Brittany.

[Brittany] Oh... Um...

-Excuse me. -Sorry. Sorry.

[Jim] All right.

Right.

So, you take the drugs,

and you cut them open.

And you pour it out.

Then you get a tub of baby powder

and you pour that out.

[Angela] The whole lot? [Jim] Whole lot.

-Jesus. -And then you mix it up

and you chop it up. And you pour half the mix back in.

And then the rest in a new brick

and then you wrap it up.

Tape it up.

[Angela] Right.

You put the drugs back in the well.

Done.

[Frank] Game's five-card stud.

Buy in is 40 grand. Cash only.

House takes ten percent.

My part will be exchanging the bills for chips.

You will deposit the cash in the safe.

You will escort the player to the table.

And you will watch these jokers at all times.

Anything goes missing, I'll hold you responsible.

-You taking a rake? -I told you, ten percent.

That's illegal.

Why did you leave the army?

-Dismissed with disgrace. -You?

I take it this level of misconduct

precludes these gentlemen from working

for a legitimate security firm.

Well then,

maybe our best bet is to shut the fuck up

and do what we are fucking well told.

Fuck off.

Those guys creep me out.

Yeah, well, game needs protection, sweetheart.

We got bank debts to settle.

We won't be opening a new bar on Kickstarter.

Oh, and where are two old farts

like you and I gonna start again?

South of France. Saintes-Maries de la Mer. Fuck, no.

Sweetheart, they've got wild horses there.

I've seen the pictures.

Dreams, Frank.

Yeah, dreams. What's wrong with dreams, eh?

Why not the Caribbean? No, fuck that, Mauritius.

Hey, come here, you.

I'm seeing one now.

-You in a film. -[laughing] Me in a film?

Yeah. Why not? With an ass like yours.

You're mixing a rum and coconut

in a seaside...

-Cabana? -Cabana, cabana.

I am serious, sweetheart.

As soon as we are good to go, we go. No fucking about.

You are one silver-tongued motherfucker.

You know that?

Get this show on the road.

[siren wailing]

-Afternoon, officer. -Good afternoon, sir.

-Can I see some ID please? -Fine.

Thank you.

Sir, have I done anything wrong?

Now, could you step out of the car, please, sir?

Thank you.

Move away from the vehicle. Thank you very much.

What now?

If you could walk towards the vehicle, please, sir.

There's nothing in there. Am I in trouble?

Just keep walking towards the vehicle, please, sir.

What is she...

Move towards the vehicle, please, sir.

-What is she... -Thank you.

If you could just assume the position.

Step into the vehicle, please, sir.

In...

Step into the vehicle, please, sir.

-Okay. -Thank you.

Could you have both hands on the wheel, please?

I still have a sandwich in this hand.

Enjoy your sandwich, sir.

Where to?

Peckham.

We don't go south of the river.

[door closes]

Oh.

Shit.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

-She's talking to someone. -I fucking knew it.

She's a fucking honey trap.

-You wanna shut down the game? -Fuck the game.

That cunt's not here to play poker.

Follow her.

You two,

get ready.

You driving a cab for a living now?

[Jim] These are lean times.

I'd give you a ride but I've got one in.

You two sweethearts giving it a second chance?

[scoffs]

Well, I hope you're very happy together.

Thank you.

I like your friend.

You all right?

Yeah. I'm all right. You all right?

-Yeah. -Good.

You got this?

Yeah, I got this.

Here.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

[guns cocking]

Fuck it, Jack.

Bring her in.

All right.

What kind of a cunt you take me for?

Usual kind.

-Hundred and fifty? -Yeah? Fuck off.

Hundred and forty.

You know I thought

the honey trap was amateur, but this?

-Hundred and thirty. -Turning up in a taxi mate?

This is the fucking worst sting operation in history.

Hundred and twenty-nine?

Final offer.

No wonder they fucking retired you.

Fuck this.

-Sit down. -Whoa.

The fuck...

Tell me my name.

-Elaine? -Funny.

-It's Frank. -Yeah, you've...

-Simon's uncle, right? -Right. Simon's uncle.

Yeah.

This is for Simon and Helen.

Hang on. Hang on a second. Hang on.

Helen fucking hated you.

-What you talking about? -She fucking... She hated you.

-No, she didn't. -Yes, she did. She did.

Frank, she said you couldn't keep your fucking hands off her.

-Shut up. -Yeah. She said you fucked her.

-You used to fuck your sister. -Fuck you! Fuck you!

You have no fucking idea.

[both grunting]

You got this, do you?

More or less, yeah.

I really, really

need to piss.

You should have gone before we got in the car.

I know but I didn't think it would take that long.

Jesus, Jack.

I know, I'm sorry.

Can I have a go?

Yeah.

Thanks, dove.

-Hurry up. Would you? -Yeah, all right.

Fucking hell.

Frank.

-Angela. -[Jim] Nearly done.

Won't be a minute.

You've run out of towels.

Sorry about that.

Ah, shit.

Bingo.

Shit.

Hands.

How can you be married to a man like that?

He's gonna let you down.

Lie to you. Hurt you.

Destroy everything you care about.

[screaming]

Oh, fuck.

Jesus.

-You all right? -Yeah, grand.

It's just

weird.

Fuck a duck.

[panting]

[Jim] All right?

Yeah.

Him.

[laughing]

What?

That was insane.

-You fucking loved it, though. -I did not.

You were fucking great in there.

-Was I? -Fuck, yeah.

Fuck, yeah?

Fuck, yeah.

Fuck, yeah.

[horn honking]

[horn honking]

Just get in the back, get in the back.

[sighing]

You okay?

No.

[knocking]

[sighing]

[grunting]

He is the prince of lies, sweetheart.

You can't trust a fucking word that comes out of his mouth.

Yeah, I know.

Come with me.

I'll follow you.

What do you mean you'll follow me?

I gotta clean up here, you know.

Loose ends.

Right, loose ends, Frank. Right.

He's more part of you than I am, isn't he?

Yeah.

[cell phone ringing]

I'm in.

[Elizabeth yelps]

You find the drugs?

No.

I searched everywhere.

Should I keep looking?

[sighing]

It's Jack I want.

She said she'd be here by midnight.

Where the fuck is she?

I don't know.

Jesus Christ, Jack.

You didn’t do anything to her, did you?

Nothing illegal.

Promise me.

Yeah.

Yeah, I promise.

You got a spoon?

Thanks.

[metal clanking]

What the fuck is that?

Bullet.

Yeah.

What's it doing in the fridge?

I don't know.

Hey.

Let's go shopping.

[whimpering]

[grunting]

[sobbing]

[vehicle approaching]

[car door opens, closes]

[door opening]

Hey, darling.

What are you doing here?

[sighing]

It's a long story.

You okay?

[footsteps approaching]

All right?

All right.

If I asked you to do something for me, would you?

Name it.

[Anna] What are we doing here?

[Jim] Right. So when I said I'll put

the drugs back in the well, all right,

I might have lied a little bit.

-There you go. -You hid the drugs here?

[all groaning]

Here we go.

Oh, fuck.

Yeah.

Oh, shit.

Oh, Jesus Christ.