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I've been late.

Hello, sister.

Got stuck in the south.

You ready?

I am.

Ah, sisters, do come in. Sorry, we're a bit late.

So, as I was saying, to celebrate the successful completion of the merger of

Hemmings -Durwhite and to show that this city isn't just full of greedy fat cats

during these difficult times...

I am recommending that our main charity this year is the Sisterhood of the

Church of Sancta Maria.

Rather than me persuade you to sign those checks, Mr. Hemmings, Mr. White, I

felt it might be better to let the sisters speak for themselves.

Sisters.

Revolution. Revolution.

Birthday? Yeah.

Don't worry. It gets better.

Thank you.

Always on the fucking phone, aren't you, Bradley?

It's Brad. Whatever.

Just came from the meeting room. Your recommendation went down a storm in the

morn. My recommendation?

The sisterhood of the Church of Sancta Maria, my ass.

Fuck off. You know that was your idea. Whatever.

Boardroom in five, yeah?

Partners want a word.

Bill? Ben?

Jack sent me.

I'll walk to the smoke.

Ah, yes, Walker.

Rafe told us that it was you that had recommended the so -called sisterhood of

the Church of Sancta Maria.

So I'd like to say that makes this a lot easier.

We're letting you go, Mr Walker.

The way the economy is now, this merger was essential.

Everyone needed to up their game.

Yes, you'll claim you worked every hour God sent.

But we all do that.

Bottom line is, we need to trim the fat. And you're the fat.

You'll have to collect all your things immediately, I'm afraid.

Data protection and all that.

Fuck.

Well?

Bradley.

What can I say?

You should have been working in the mail room.

And the phone.

Ah, yes.

Sasha. Remember her from the Christmas party.

Too bad, Walker.

That she was never going to dick around for a loser like you.

Deccan, that prick felt great.

But that was the only thing to feel good about.

Who were those nuns?

Why didn't I protest?

I just froze.

Or did I?

It was almost like I wanted them to fire me.

Sasha, losing my job, everything just spinning in my mind. I felt numb.

Then I was overcome with a strange emotion.

Is this what it feels like to be free?

What did I get for you?

I'll have toast, please. Brown bread.

I'll have the all -day breakfast, please.

Drinks? Coffee for me.

Tea, please.

No, boating.

Is that how you say it?

You say it, boating.

So, boating, where are you from?

Nigeria.

So, are you married, Phil?

No.

I've got a bird back home now. You?

30 years now.

Sex once a year with the lights off?

What? I read somewhere that sex with the lights off can take ten years off a

man's life.

Right.

Well, is it the part in our relationship where I lean in and you tell me what

the plan is?

Now we go meet Jack.

Greg? Why have we got 30 cases of that cherry -flavoured alco -pop shit in the

stockroom when the delivery man's just turned up with another 15 cases?

We always order 15 cases of each flavour. Even though we got 30 cases in

stockroom? Yeah.

Now, maybe I'm on the wrong page here, but wouldn't it be a great idea if you

was to order more of the more popular flavours and less of the cherry

alco -pop shit?

Why don't you see if there's any punters upstairs who'll drink this crap?

Got some shots.

Please. Two.

Each.

Starting early, aren't we?

Mate, you know that fucking shit.

She left me.

Me? Sasha.

What? She's gone. Done by tech.

Have you tried calling her?

No answer.

She'll start blocking you from her social networking site the next minute.

Already has.

I don't know, mate. Maybe if you give her a little bit of space, she'll come

around.

Oh, fucking hell, look, I'm your best friend. I'm not going to bullshit you. I

think we should be celebrating.

I'm fucking serious.

You should have dumped that bitch a long time ago.

She's been nothing but bad news since day one.

She left me because I slept in the office more than I slept with her. And

know what? I get that.

All right.

Hands up.

I neglected her.

What the actual fuck?

Are you serious? You got that job to please her. You're in a fucking phony,

mate.

Oh, and, of course, to pay half the bills on Daddy's penthouse.

Do me a favour.

Well, I ain't got to worry about that any more.

Give me the weekend to move out.

Two days?

Well, a lot can happen in two days.

Well, I got fired as well.

You got fired?

Dumped and fired on the same day, eh?

What are the chances?

In all my life, I've played by the rules.

I never done no one wrong. Kept me head down, got on with it.

Goody -toos, you fucking Brad Walker.

And where's he got me?

In a gay bar with you.

It's not a game.

An honour to meet you, Mr Jack.

Stop blowing smoke up my arse and get on with it.

So what's the job?

As you know, us career gentlemen... do business, but we never fucking talk

it. Now, this has been running like clockwork for years.

Ben, I don't need to explain myself again. Just go and get my gear and don't

fuck anything else up.

Thank you.

It's like shooting fish in a barrel, mate.

Not really in the mood, to be honest.

What? You're meant to be my wingman.

Yes, BBW.

Eh? Big, beautiful women.

Something to keep you warm in the winter. Good cuddlers.

You do realise only a porn addict will reduce a woman to an acronym?

Er, no, actually.

MILF is in the Oxford English Dictionary.

This isn't helping.

Yes, I'll lead by example.

Observe my prayer.

The jab was fucking helpful. Can you tell me what's happening?

When? Tomorrow.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, no. Drop -off's midday, all right. Yeah, where?

What? What are you, a fucking policeman?

Heston Services, right?

Eastbound.

Black BMW, soft top, registration number LI11POE.

OK.

POE. As in Edgar Allan Poe? Who?

19th century poet.

What?

Is it a rocker?

It goes inside for a cup of coffee.

We drop the money in the black odour, we pick up the gear,

and we get in our car, and we go home.

All right, happy now?

Now, come on. We've still got work to do.

I'm thinking maybe you move in and settle down.

I am.

We are settled.

Look, we have a good time. I just don't think we should rush things.

So you're saying there's nothing serious for you?

That's not what I'm saying.

I just want to take things slowly.

There's someone else.

Are you fucking serious?

You've dragged me along to another one of your gangster adventures.

And to top it off, you're accusing me of shagging someone else. All this

gangster stuff is for us.

I'm doing this for us. I don't want to do it forever.

Just a few more jobs and we'll be set for life.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

So how did he take it?

How does anybody take bad news?

Surely you must have known it was coming.

Apparently not.

I don't know.

Look, if you want to get rid of him quicker, then why don't you just tell

you're staying with Tom?

Be gone by this afternoon.

Do you think this is too... green?

Staying at Tom's?

Well, I was going to ask you to marry me.

Marry you.

You've got to be fucking joking.

Wait, please.

Just fuck off, Liam.

And you can fuck off if you think I'm going to do your dodgy deal that head...

Black BMW, registration number LI11POE.

Is he normally on time?

I don't know.

I don't normally do this donkey work.

Bored now?

I thought London was where it was all happening.

You thought wrong, didn't you?

Why have I been dragged all the way down here to help you?

Help me?

You tell me.

Well, you're hardly employee of the month right now, are you?

Do you know what? I don't need your fucking help.

Good.

Fuck off home then, can I?

Fucking hate London.

Big fucking smoke. Big fucking shithole, more like.

See, the last people who had a good idea about London was a Luftwaffe.

Then why don't you fuck off home then, eh? And send us a postcard.

Yeah, I might.

Oh, yeah? There he is.

Shall I do the honours?

Nah. No, I'm good.

Dean, it's Brad.

Listen, I've just done something absolutely mental.

You can call back as soon as you get this, alright?

Yes,

yes, yes, yes, yes!

Woo!

You do, huh?

Just you relax.

So what's your favourite film?

What?

Gone? I don't know.

The Godfather.

Well, what's yours, then?

Star Wars.

Oh, yeah, that's about right. Local yokel farm boy thinks he can take on the

evil Empire.

Hey, if I'm Luke Skywalker, mate, you're a fucking jab at the head.

I reckon I could name more characters from Star Wars than you could from The

Godfather. Really?

And the reason I care is?

Small wager.

There. 100? Peanuts. What about 500?

All right, you're on.

Jabber.

Frodo. Luke Skywalker.

Don Corleone. Han Solo.

Don Barzini.

Princess Leia. Frank Clemente. R2 -D2. Ivan Roth. C -3PO.

Where the fuck have you been?

What are you doing there?

Do you know what? Actually, I don't want to know.

Listen, I'll meet you at the bar in an hour, okay?

Yeah, and don't be late.

Ranging to meet your girlfriend.

Oh, fuck, what are you doing?

I thought you'd enjoy it.

Enjoy it?

Just get it out, all right? Just relax.

Relax?

Relax, she said. I've got a vibrating torpedo up my arse. Just like a man. You

can give it, but you can't fucking take it. Just get it out, will you?

At least turn it off. All right.

Okay, I'm going to count to three and then pull.

You're going to pull it on three or just off to three? One, two, three.

Oh, fuck, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

Your muscles have clamped. Oh, she's a fucking proctologist now as well.

No, just an expert in dealing with arseholes.

Dean,

you've got the time it takes me to finish this drink before I come upstairs

shove it up your fucking arse. Call me.

Where are you going?

Hey! Frank Santangeli.

Jojo Biggs.

Tessio.

Felicius B.

Crumb. Who the fuck is Felicius B. Crumb? He's that stupid little monkey

in Jabba's Pallet. Looks a bit like you, doesn't it?

Oh, I've got to have enough of you.

There you go, take it.

What the fuck is that?

That's 500 Vietnamese dong. You never specified the currency.

Cheeky bastard.

So what happened today?

We did the drop.

I have that information.

Our associates told me that their courier got set up.

Set up? Is there an echo in here? Yes, fucking set up.

The fellow you did the drop with was not their man.

Now, what a fuck -up.

I'm getting too fucking old for this game.

But it was the right car, right jacket.

Gear was in the back.

What did we do wrong?

Well, there's two scenarios here, smart fella.

The first is that they're trying to double -cross us.

Or somebody's squealed.

I do business with their firm through Dimitri alone.

Now, I know that I didn't talk.

So the only other two fuckers who know anything about it is used to.

Now, go and get this sorted.

I don't care. I don't care how you do it. But these people, they're making it

problem. So I'm making it your fucking problem.

Ben, all these fuck -ups, they're getting to you.

Umpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Umpty Dumpty had a great fucking fall.

You know the rest.

Now go and find my fucking money.

I don't know where the fuck you are, but I'll wait for two hours, alright?

Thanks a fucking bunch for nothing.

What? Can you hear that?

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.

Some muppet was in the bogs. The other herd was discussing the drop.

We've got to fucking find him.

Look, this is bollocks.

How many have squealed?

You think?

You trust this Dimitri fellow?

Nine inch. Two big Bosnian gangsters. Come on, Greg, hurry up.

I'm going as fast as I can, all right?

There.

11 .45.

That's when we're on the stairs.

That's Kengo.

Bigler. Comes here all the time. Yeah.

So who's his friend?

I made you some tea. I thought it might help.

Thanks.

What's your name?

Brad.

And yours?

Jodie. Jodie.

I don't want to try, but... Thank you.

For rescuing me earlier.

I mean, what the hell were you... I'm just going to drink this, and then I'll

go. You don't have to go.

You can stay here. I mean, you're safe here.

The only problem is, there's nothing to eat.

There is, however, a fantastic Italian restaurant around the corner. I don't

know, I just... I'm not really dressed for dinner, am I?

So I love the undies.

You might find something a bit more suitable in the back bedroom.

From your cross -dressing day.

Is it a balloon?

Yeah.

You look amazing.

Shall we?

So what was Jack on about with all that hunty -dunty shit?

Got nicked with a kilo and a large load of cash on me.

When was this?

A couple of weeks ago.

Yeah, they confiscated the lot.

So now I owe Jack for the gear and the money again.

Is he on bail?

Yeah. Got me a lawyer slicker than a bald tyre.

He could have got Gaddafi off.

Didn't Gaddafi get lynched?

So where are you from?

Where are you from?

South London.

Hungary.

Hungary.

Agavagi.

Vagabaga. Hoidvide.

Yeah, that's what I said.

Can I ask you a question?

I was running away from my life.

Actually, I was going to ask what you do for a living.

Do you prefer the stone or the Beatles?

That's a random but fantastic question.

Um, Stones.

Favourite James Bond?

George Lazenby from On Her Majesty's Secret Service.

I know.

Favourite Bond girl?

Halle Berry or Diana Rigg.

One.

Catsuit or bikini?

Tonight, please.

Catsuit, Diana Rigg.

Interesting.

What's the deal with all these questions?

You'll see.

Can I take this?

Where have you been?

You're not going to guess what's happened to me today. Listen, I can't

I'm on a date. Hang on a sec. I'll ring you later. No, no, no, no, wait, wait,

wait. Can I stay at your place tonight?

No?

Fine.

Ah.

Thank you so much.

Um, where were we?

Questions?

So, are you going to tell me what you do for a living?

I'm a hooker.

Sorry?

Prostitute, core girl, lady of the night.

Would you like a stronger drink?

Could I get a whiskey, please?

I'm fine, thanks.

A large one, a large one, thank you.

This is where they usually leave.

Who? Guys.

What guys?

Guys that I've been on a date with.

I mean, who wants to go out with a prostitute?

Are you telling me because you want me to leave?

No. I'm telling you because I want to be honest with you.

Good.

Because I don't want to leave.

Though I might.

If you don't cheer up.

Up tight.

Shall we?

I don't fucking know who he is, but I tell you, I don't fucking know anything.

told you. I don't believe you.

Look closer.

He's a... Come on! He's a fucking suit. He's a suit. Come to Jack's.

Fucking dragon!

Brad! Brad!

Fucking... Where does he live?

I don't fucking know.

He just seems like Jack sometimes, all right? Just in the club.

Fuck it, I hope you're not part of this, Kengo.

Because if you are, they're going to find bits of you all over Epstein

Ep him.

If he calls you, you call us, right?

Right, I'll call you back.

What do those questions mean? I mean, what did you read from them?

You answered the stones.

They're all individuals.

They don't dress alike or have the same haircut.

And Bond?

Sean Connery would have been the obvious answer.

And you said George Lazenby.

That's my favorite Bond. I think he's the kindest.

I agree.

It's a tragic story.

Donerick's character falls in love with him, they get married, they go on

honeymoon, and bam, she gets capped by some Hungarian shoplifter.

Hey. Sorry, no offense.

I've got to ask, why do men pay for sex?

Men don't pay for sex.

They pay so they can leave afterwards.

You don't live alone, do you?

Dried flowers and a vase.

What do you mean by that? A man would never buy dried flowers.

A vase, yes.

Not the flowers.

Plus the picture of the cute girl in your bedroom kind of gave it away.

she's your sister.

She's not my sister.

History. Who was assassinated on November 22nd, 1963?

Gandhi.

History's not my fucking strong subject, all right? Clearly.

Nope. It was President John F. Kennedy.

Fuck! Right.

Sasha.

Who was called Old Blue Eyes? Now, if you get this wrong, you actually have to

pack your bag, go back to your own flat.

See if that's what it says on the card.

Dean, why are you such a caustic prick?

It says it on the card. You are so full of shit. Do you know that?

Right, well, I think I'll go to bed.

Night.

Yeah, night, Sasha.

Good night, Dean.

Don't worry, I won't keep him long.

Why are you acting like such a prick?

What the fuck is she doing here?

That's right, isn't it? You couldn't have sex with her back at university

because you didn't have the balls to ask her out then. Why do you even care?

Because you put me in a rather tight spot here.

It's not the only thing that's been in a tight spot recently, is it? Listen,

he's my mate.

He's meant to be your mate as well. She's my friend.

Those were university, before her and Brad even got together.

Look, I'm sorry they split up, but she's staying here for a few days and that's

the end of it.

Yeah, and let's not forget whose house this is, yeah?

I wanted to say thanks again for putting me up.

It's a bit awkward.

It's no problem.

All right, well... Good night, then.

Jesus. Don't say this the wrong way, but you're not what I expected a hooker to

be like.

I never thought of myself as a hooker until recently.

I got mixed up with the wrong people.

And now I'm stuck.

If you could get out right now, what would you do?

Go to Paris.

I'd get a dog and a man to walk it.

Do you have a girlfriend?

No.

You are Dimitri's girl.

He smells nice, Jody.

I'm sorry, Dimitri. I was sick.

Are you not at work?

I'm tired of you. I don't want to be used anymore.

How many times do I have to tell you? This is just temporary.

I have a present for husband.

That's all.

Okay.

You are Dimitri's girl, huh?

I can see why he likes you.

Hopefully in time, you'll like me too.

Let go of me. We never let go of our girls.

To your family.

Nothing usually means everything.

Do you realise we fell asleep fully clothed while talking last night?

I was with a girl for years and we never did that.

Gone.

This is her place, actually.

Well, Daddy's place, to be precise.

I've got the weekend to move out.

Where will you go?

I haven't even thought about it yet.

I know where I'd go.

Paris.

You and that dog.

Paris is a big city.

No.

Paris is the thorn of London.

Oh, here we go.

Used to scram.

I don't want my wife coming back from the casino to find Jabba the Up and

Princess Leia in here.

Well, we've been to all the small -time grassers and dealers.

One of them's a promising lead. Must have been very nice for you. But I'm

concerned about who squealed on the deal.

Can I ask you a question?

Of course. Do you know why I haven't retired yet?

Because you want a reason to get up in the morning?

Because my two sons, God bless them, haven't got the street savvy or the

intelligence to run above, never mind a business like mine.

It's the classic culture of entitlement.

Sport brats.

But what I'm trying to communicate to you is this. I like my life. My wife

her life. We want our sons to continue having this life. That is why I pay you

two to take care of business.

And you ain't been fucking doing that, have you?

So do us all a big fucking favour and go and sort this shit out.

Today. Do one. You know where the door is.

Find my money and find who snitched.

Hey, Kingo, where are you, man? It's Brad. Yeah, man.

I need to come and see you.

Yeah, come over whenever.

So, Jack didn't seem too concerned about the thief.

Don't worry, we'll find the fucking thief.

I want to know who snitched to the old Bill.

Something's going on, and I'm done with taking chances.

So what are we doing here?

We're visiting someone in the know.

Who also, helpfully, owes me some cash.

Sweeney. Who?

Arsehole of an actor. Did some work with him on some British gangster movie.

Kind of a technical consultant.

He likes to hold on to me gun.

Makes him feel hard.

Right.

So, I'm to the film.

Flopped. Critics said it was an unrealistic portrayal of the underworld.

Like they'd know.

Yeah.

So, this actor.

Is he anyone I know?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. He's a legend.

In his own bathroom.

That's what you like to see.

Popcar being towed.

You alright, blood?

It's Brad, not blood, you prick.

Come here, bring it in for the real thing. I thought it was going to be a

fucking heart attack.

Grab a peek.

Where did you get this from?

You'd be amazed what some people pay with.

Perks of the job.

So.

Some of Colombia's finest for the gentleman? No, no, no, no.

I'm here to settle my bill, actually.

Fuck me.

No.

No, I'm serious.

All right, then.

Listen, we go back a long way, yeah?

Yeah.

I need you to do me a favour.

What's that?

Get out of this shit.

We both know that a drug dealer's life ends in one of two ways.

You're either six foot under or behind six foot of concrete.

Listen, man, I appreciate the help, but... What's that?

It's getaway money.

Go and live your life.

Why not, huh?

Good.

Listen, um... Why not have a little bit for old time's sake, huh?

Oh, come on, just a little bit.

Go on, then.

I need a pick anyway.

Yeah, man, that's the spirit, right?

All right.

Fuck me, where'd you get that?

I think you should have this.

No, you're alright, mate.

Just take it, you never know when you might need it.

What am I going to do with a gun?

Let's just say it makes you feel like less of a charity case, alright?

Fine.

Now fuck off.

Take care.

And to you, mate.

Fuck me, Ben, what are you doing here?

Going for my stuff.

It's fucking ten o 'clock in the morning, Ben.

Very clever.

You've learned to tell the time, have you?

Who's the tart?

Ben, this is Mika. Morning, boys.

Oh, that's the pleasantries over with.

Now, I'm going to get my stuff.

Excuse me, darling.

But you promised it was my turn.

Yeah, yeah, so it's your bleeding turn, isn't it?

What's the hurry, boys?

The money?

Oh, fuck me, Ben. You only said you wanted the piece.

I think what you'll find I said was my stuff.

What do you want, eh? A fucking shopping list!

What is your problem, big man?

Leave him alone, you fucking twat!

Just fuck off and leave him alone!

Will!

Will you stop mucking about?

Right, Sweeney.

Shall we start again?

It's just a misunderstanding, all right?

Just let us up, all right, Ben?

This fucking missus put more of a fight than he did, didn't he?

Right, you two pair of fucking wankers, get the fuck out of my flat, all right?

Is he serious or what? You bet your bollocks I am. Stop pissing about, will

Don't tell me what to fucking do.

Look, he's not going to fucking do anything anyway, is he? Don't push me.

Where's my money or you're going over? Look, I'll get your fucking money, all

right? I might go easy on you if you can tell me you was grassing me up to the

old bill.

I don't know. I don't know anything.

Talk to me, Sweeney. All right, all right, all right. Look, speak to Houdini

Kev. He's just been released.

Houdini Kev? Oh.

All right, let him go.

No!

you do that for?

You said let him go.

You fucking arsehole.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Morning.

I made you some breakfast.

And how did you know I like French toast, eh?

Everybody likes French toast, eh?

Amen to that.

I've been thinking.

About Paris, actually.

Why don't we catch a train there tonight?

You want to go to Paris?

Why not? With me.

Nothing's stopping us. I mean, I haven't been away for ages.

We'll sort out something today when we get there.

My passport is in my flat.

That's the first place they'll look. Dimitri is probably there now. Listen,

let me worry about Dimitri, okay?

You don't know who you're dealing with, Brad. These aren't normal people.

These people are crazy.

I'll tell you what.

Drive past your place first, okay?

Make sure no one's there.

Okay? It's all clear. We'll get the passport.

You just worry about picking that dog out.

Look, I know you're pissed off at me.

Pissed off?

Pissed off is what you get when you stub your tongue.

Your stupid fucking temperance just found a geezer off the roof, cost me 15

grand and lost me a good source.

I mean, what the fuck is wrong with you?

What's he trying to help?

Try telling that to the Viper.

Who's the Viper?

He's Jack's fixer.

You know, fixes people, eh?

Fixes.

Fortunately. I've never met him.

But... Mike the Spike, eh?

Who's Mike the Spike?

Mike used to run a bar for Jack down in Brighton. Stupid tosser was skimming off

the top.

Jack brings him in for a little heart -to -heart, and he doesn't like what he

hears. He makes me, you know.

The Viper.

The Viper.

I'm going to go in and get it.

Let's just get out of here.

He could be up there. It's dangerous.

What? Who, Dimitri?

Who is this guy? Your pimp?

We were together for a while.

Oh.

Please, let's go.

Why take the risk? We can go anywhere. It doesn't have to be Paris.

No.

You know what? It does have to be Paris.

So why do they call him Houdini Kev?

Because he always seems to escape the law.

Oh, come on, pull over. I'll get him.

I'll get him. Come on, pull over.

Come on.

I'll get him. I'll get him.

Come here, you little fucker.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

Kevin. Kevin.

Kevin. Kevin.

Word is you've been telling the police stories about my comings and goings. I

never said anything, Ben.

Honest. Why don't I believe you, you lying piece of grass and shit?

You fucking bitch! Where the fuck have you been?

I was sitting.

What the fuck? You're lying, bitch.

I needed to rest.

You fucking bitch. Shut up! That is what's going to happen.

You're going to wait for your fucking boyfriend to come back.

If you say one word, I'll kill him. And I'll slit your throat.

Got that?

He didn't do anything to me.

Hello, little boy.

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!

Get in. What the fuck?

Right. Who the fuck have you been talking to about me? No one, Ben. I

my mother's life.

Your mother's dead. So that's a fucking lie.

I mean, the police don't do fuck all without working with somebody else, huh?

No, wait, wait, wait, wait. What?

Yeah, they talked to me.

But they knew all about you already.

So if you're looking for a snitch, look closer to home.

What? Keep your friends close, but your enemy closer.

What? It's a line from The Godfather.

I thought you knew that.

Well, thanks for the advice, son.

No, wait!

See you later, Kevin.

How the police know about you already? Does it matter?

Snitchy's date.

You sure? Kev is the snitch, man.

Are you

okay? No, I'm not okay.

I'm a lawyer, for Christ's sakes.

I do the same thing every day. I catch a 7 .45 to work. I eat in the same cafe.

You could set Big Fucking Ben by my life.

So pulling out a gun on a six -foot pimp is a bit new to me, Jodie.

I thought you were going to kill him.

I was.

If I'd not got in your car, you'd be living your normal life.

You could go back to your...

Pretty girlfriend and... It's not your fault.

I mean, if that's just splitting up and meeting you, it's... I can't go back

now.

You'd kill me.

Yeah, well, you don't have to.

There's a train that leaves for Paris tonight.

I booked two tickets.

But you have to decide what you want. Cos if it's just the way I understand, I

get that. Now, take this. You get a cab to Budapest with this.

So we're going to Paris, then?

We're going to Paris.

We're going to Paris. I can do that.

I can do a bit of France.

I'll tell you what.

I'm going to miss that.

London? Yeah.

I won't.

How can you not miss London? Look at it.

It's got character.

It's got a vibe. It's got personality.

It's the best city in the fucking world.

What's your favourite part of London?

Let me take care of something first, and I'll figure it out.

Hello, Kingo.

Remember her?

Fuck me.

No, thanks.

Can I come in?

Who did that to you?

Your date?

Not exactly.

Let's just say I met someone with a worse temper than Sasha.

Talking to which?

Oh, don't worry. The Ice Queen of Knightsbridge isn't here. She's gone

And Tom?

Dribbling along behind her, carrying her bags, probably.

I have to leave town for a little while. What do you mean you have to leave town

for a while? I came to say goodbye.

And to give you this.

Fuck is it?

Spend it wisely, okay? Pay off a student loan, or better yet, find somewhere

else to live. Well, this isn't going to get me into shit, is it? Not if you

spend it quickly. You sold her Rolex, didn't you? No, I didn't sell her Rolex.

And FYI, that kettle was moody. Her old man bought it from a market in Hong

Kong.

What are you doing here?

Leaving.

Take care, man.

Enjoy yourself.

I will.

When are you moving out of my flat?

Now. Great.

On Sasha, thank you.

For what? For ending it. You backstabbing prick!

Was that a gun?

You having fun, are you?

Well, what?

Oh, hello.

Oi.

Is that him?

Where does the guy like you get 50s wrapped in film?

Trust fund.

I see money like that, I see trouble.

Yeah, well, it's complicated.

You don't want to know.

I want to know.

All right.

Let's just say a couple of days ago I was presented with an opportunity that

once in my life I took.

Mm -hmm.

I ripped off some bad people, okay?

Like people at your law firm? No, nothing like that. It was just some

drug dealers who probably had it coming anyway.

How much did you steal?

Four.

Four thousand?

A hundred thousand.

You stole £400 ,000 from a drug dealer? Are you insane?

These people, they won't stop until they bury you in the woods. Well, to bury me

in the woods, they'll have to find me. They have no idea who I am. I'm like,

we're clean. It's going to be okay.

Trust me.

What do we do now?

We wait.

Jack.

Yeah.

Yeah, but we're... No, no, we were... Right.

He wants us back at the office.

Did he got something for us?

Yeah. 200 city slipper comes back now, then, eh?

Well, now I guess we're going to have to rely on Kingo.

So let me get this straight. I send you to find my money, which you two fucking

lost, and you bring me all of these snaps.

Now, excuse me for my ignorance, but I fail to see the relevance.

That's the geyser what ripped us off. It proves we had nothing to do with the

sting. That proves nothing.

Why didn't you bring him here with his feet now to his fucking head?

Seems you and me have the same problem.

That's the guy who stole my car.

Why don't you tag along with Pinky and Perky here? See what happens.

This I can do.

Oh, just fuck off.

Okay. Wait, I'm going to go to bed.

I know.

Everything okay?

Everything's fine.

What's wrong?

Are you coming?

No.

When I got back to the flat, I'd been turned over. They've got my passport.

The people you took this money from?

Yes. Yes, they must have been.

Fine, we'll go to the passport office in the morning and get you now.

I want you out of here tonight.

You don't need to leave me.

I'll be fine.

Take this, okay?

You don't want your money.

I want you!

Just take the money, okay? And get to Paris, find a flat.

Let's start looking for that dog.

None of that matters if I don't have you.

I'm going to be right behind you.

You were never going to leave her for a prostitute.

I didn't leave her. She left me.

And you know what?

I'm so glad she did.

You need to go now.

Paris should go to platform 5 for boarding.

Paris is as small as London.

327, are you receiving over?

Yeah, we've got an illegally parked vehicle here at the station. Please

How's it going?

Don't recognise me?

Heston services, black BMW, 400 grand you fucking stole. Listen, I can explain

that. Where's the fucking money? You can have it back. It's in the car right

there. I'll tell you what, I'll just get my... Don't move!

I'm serious!

Stay where you are!

Fuck, I can't believe that worked.

It didn't.

Come on, put the gun down. Good lad.

Now,

where's the fucking money, you thief?

It's gone.

All of it.

You mean it's gone. You can't have spent it all.

No, it's gone. It's on its way out of the country.

I'm going to count to three and then he's going to fucking shoot you, okay?

One. Where's the fucking money?

What?

Look, I'm sure Jack's going to understand. I mean, the whole thing has

snowballed, hasn't it?

The only way I'm going to get some forgiveness out of Jack is if he finds

And that ain't going to happen in our lifetime.

Now, I'll have to disappear myself before Jack disappears me.

Is there anything else I need to know?

Who's expecting 400 large?

You're sure you want to do this?

Of course I want to fucking do this.

You think he's going to look out for me?

The law wants Jack.

They can have Jack.

Sorry, mate.

It's done.

It's a shame. I liked old Ben, but you don't do deals with the old Bill.

No one likes a snitch.

We lost the thief and the money.

Don't worry. It was only funny money anyway, so I've given the gear back to

Bosnians. How about you stick around and take Ben's place, Mr. Blaber?

Nah. Two days in the smoke's enough for anyone.

Hello again, second boy.

In my country, this is what happens to Barton.

Where is she?

You'll never find her.

I read about this guy once.

He rode the New York Metro for 18 hours before anybody noticed that he was dead.

In that moment, sitting there, I wondered, how long till someone finds

Was that me you were going to be reading about in tomorrow's paper?

And as I faded deeper and deeper, I asked myself, was it worth it?

Well, it was.

Because it didn't take 18 hours to find me.

Thanks, fuck, for London's busy tubes.

18 seconds later, we pulled into the next station.

Stay with me. Come on. Come on, please, stay with me. And as I heard that lady's

voice, I thought of Jodie.

For three weeks, I lay in that hospital bed, dreaming about our future.

Jodie, me, and Gay Pari.

Not to mention her dog, Alan.

I can't believe she called a dog Alan. Who names a dog?

Alan.

Anyway.

All I know is I cannot wait to see her and start a new life in a new city.

I can just picture her hair blowing in the breeze on a hot summer's day.

There was a point.

There was a reason.

It wasn't for nothing.

No more running. No more hiding.

We're so close to finally being free.

There's no one here worth fighting

for.

mind, two of a kind, blinded by clouds of

anonymous crowds.

We ate from the tree, forbidden but sweet.

Now there's no going back, cause it's too late.

With a hunger to win.

Didn't I adore you? Laid myself before you

But there ain't no smoke without