All language subtitles for hak_1

I dunno. His head's fucked, Mo!
I dunno, he's fuckin' twisted.

Well, you wanna hear my
twisted take on this tale?

Not really, chap. Well,
fucking humor me!

At least whilst I
finish my pint.

'Cause there was a bloke
standing staring at you.

That much is true.

Yeah, Rook. Check out Bill.

He's been eye-fuckin' us
for the past ten minutes.

Yo, bruv! Can we help
you with somethin'?

Mate, you deaf?!

I'm fuckin' talkin' to you, mate.
What do you want?

Sorry, mate, but... Am I
supposed to be scared?

Here, go ahead. Huh?

Makes a change, you
fuckin' paying.

It's good. Fuck off.

Look, just fuck off, yeah? Ah!

Fuckin' hell!

Nah, that's bollocks. You know
I'd never run from a fight.

Just this once then, eh, Tuney?
Oh, fuck off, you wanker!

So you killed Rook? Yeah,
that's right, mate.

What the fuck are you
gonna do about it?

Well, clearly you're only
interested in one thing.

Oi. It's time for you to leave.

I've still got half
a pint left, love.

Yeah, my pub, my pints. Get out!

Come here, you fuckin' wanker!

Get the fuck back! Oi, get over there!
Move it!

Anyone else make a move
on me, I'll kill 'em!

Swear to fucking Christ!
Get away from that door!

Where is he?

Where the fuck is he?! Who?!

Lincoln! How is this low-key,

you stupid, noisy...

Come here! Turn around!

Get over there.

You got anyone else up there?!

You remind me of someone.

All right. But you can't be him,

'cause he's on a long stretch,
and he was a little melt.

Fuck me.

The prodigal brother returns.

What rock did you
crawl out from under?

HMP Belmarsh, like
you didn't know.

Who the fuck is this joker? Well, ladies.
This is Cain Burgess.

Lincoln's little baby brother.

Are you jokin'?
What, this nutter?!

Did a job for us few years ago.
Cocked it up.

Went down for five years.
Seven years now.

Is that where they
redecorated your face?

Fuck me. Looks like someone
set fire to your head

and put it out with a shovel.
Still, not all bad, eh?

Must have liked all that cock.

All right! Looks like we're
havin' a lock-in, Bez!

So do me a favor.

Rustle me up another one of
your perfectly-poured pints.

Please. That's better. Only
takes a moment to be courteous.

Ya little cunt.

Mind your language, Beryl.
Beryl?

Do I look like I was born
in the '20s, ya cheeky git?

It's Bez. Yeah, all right.
Bez then.

Could be short for
Beryl, couldn't it?

I used to blush as a kid.
Got called Strawberry,

and then it got trimmed down to Berry.
Ended up as Bez.

I don't blush now, darlin'.
Yeah, I bet you don't.

Ahh! Get back!

Get back! I fuckin' told you
what would happen, didn't I?

Oh, fuck!

All right!

You've done my leg!

Mobile phones! One
from each of ya.

Throw them in there, or
the person next to you

gets fuckin' kneecapped.
Do it! Come on!

Can't fucking hear myself think!
Shut up!

Well, to be fair, you have just blown
his foot off. It will sting a bit.

That's nice. Nice and quiet.

Hyde, this cunt reckons
he killed Rook.

Really? Well, Tune,
you chased 'im off.

You recognize him? No.
He's full of shit, Hyde.

What do you say to that, Cain? You
think I'm full of shit, do you?

Yeah. Yeah?

You're full of shit, apparently.

Your mate Rook had a chunky chess
piece inked on his hand, yeah?

Open it. Fuck that.

I said open it! I'll do it.

No! No. He needs to do it.

Open it, you fuckin' pigmy!
Go on.

Do it. All right.

That's it.

Jesus fucking Christ!
You're fucking mad, mate!

Oh, dear, Cain. Well, I
guess that clears up

the whole "How full of shit am I?" debate.
What have you done?

So how about we have a nice little
breather? Why don't you gents take a seat?

Come on, sit down!

Fucking sit down, mate. You eyeball
me, I'll blow your fuckin' head off.

Sit down.

All right, Bez,
drinks all 'round.

You can put 'em on Hyde's tab.

He ain't got a tab, love. Hm.

I dunno whether you've been
payin' attention or not.

I've got a big fuckin'
gun in my hand,

and I'm not afraid to use it.

Hate to piss on your chips, darlin',
but this ain't the first time

I've looked into that
end of a shooter.

Be reasonable, Bez. Do us all
a round of drinks. Please.

Yeah, Bez, will you
get us one of them.

Rooster Rojos as well, please?

You'll get what you're fucking given.
All right?

Yeah, 'course. Yeah.

Now, I'll have a Rooster Rojo.

So...

...prison turned you into a
stone-cold killer, did it?

Nah, prison didn't. You
and my brother did.

You wanna know what I think?

Fuckin' sit down! Fuck off!

I'm gonna take pleasure...
crackin' your fuckin' skull open.

But you know what?
That can wait.

And I got pretty
good at waitin'.

Get your phone out.

You're gonna tell 'im to
get down here, right now.

You're gonna tell 'im it's about
Rook, and then you're gonna hang up.

Yeah, it's me. Need you to
come down to the Jockey.

We got a situation.
It's about Rook.

Good boy.

Hyde. Please tell me it
was you and all the lads

that gave that cunt all his scars.
Oh, I'm sorry, mate.

But I wish it was.

Oh, you wanna know how I
got these scars, do ya?

Oh, yeah. Enlighten us.

You and my brother may
as well have carved

each one of these
scars into my flesh.

Where have you been hiding
yourself these days, Cain?

We haven't seen you in ages. I
thought I better not show my face

around for a bit, you
know how I mean?

Need to talk to my
brother, though.

Got a great business
deal for 'im.

You hear that?

Perhaps you should give the lad a shot.
He's on the up-and-up.

Doesn't know the meaning of dishonesty.
Couldn't even throw a fight.

The up-and-up? The
fuck-up, more like.

All you had to do
was lose a fight.

Lost me a packet. Do
you know what, Rook?

I don't think I heard
what you just called me.

Do you, uh, do you wanna
say that again, mate?

You heard.
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.

You lost a packet, you
dumped five large.

I dumped 15 large.

What is it you wanted from me?

Is it all right if I have
a word with you outside?

You mad? I'm in the
middle of a card game.

You got something' you wanna
ask me, let's hear it.

All right.

I've got a business
proposition for ya.

It's, uh, it's a good deal. Been
talkin' it through with Mum,

and she thinks it could
be a real winner. Mum?

Yeah. Well, you know
I love our mum.

Means more to me
than life itself.

But since when has
her business acumen

got anything to do with
what I fuckin' do?

Well, you remember Sulley
from the gym, right?

Yeah, Old Sulley,
he's jackin' it in.

So I made him an offer,
he's accepted. Right?

It's a good deal, real good deal.
Just need the start-up capital.

Which is where you come in, of
course, but I've got a business plan

written up and everything.
Should be a laugh.

Let's hear it.

Cain, I have a few very simple
rules that I live my life by.

And they've served me
double well over the years.

One of 'em is never, ever,
ever lend money to family.

It's a good plan now, right?
I'm tellin' ya,

I could go through it with
you right now if you want.

No. Because I'm
gonna pass, mate.

You see, little bruv,
lending money is what I do.

I know. I mean, what happens
if you can't pay me back,

and your business plan
goes fucking backside?

We don't wanna come after
you and seriously hurt you.

Oh, come off it, mate.
Gyms come and go, mate.

What makes yours so fuckin' special?
Not your star-studded career.

Please don't tell me that,
because you fucked up.

You fucked up. Every one of your fans in
this room dumped proper money on you.

I know. Because
they trusted you.

Yeah. And now you're
coming to me,

and you're askin' me to
fund your next gamble.

Why do you talk to me like that?
Eh? Condescending.

You're my brother, not my fuckin' dad.
I know, but you're comin' to me

and you're askin' for money.
What do you expect?

Fuck this. Cain, Cain, Cain.

Come on, sit down. Sit down.

You always fuckin' get excited.
You and that temper.

Look, I know what
you're tryin' to do.

You're keepin' your nut down

and you're fuckin' keepin' your nose clean.
That's a good thing.

It's a really good thing,
and I'm proud of ya.

But I'm tellin' you now,
if you want me to break

one of my rules and
lend you money...

then you're gonna have
to do something for me.

I appreciate that, but I'm not lookin'
to get into anything like that.

I don't want to do
anything illegal.

This is the closest
you're ever gonna get

to me lendin' you money.

So take it or leave it.

Well, what's the job?
Go and see Hyde.

He'll fill you in everything
you need to know.

And trust me, it's
a piece of piss.

Not even you could fuck it up.

Can we have a salesman
on the floor, please?

We have a customer
interested in the Jaguar.

I bet seven grand on
you losin' that fight.

I was tryin' to make it
look real, wasn't I?

So you knocked him out cold?

In Mexico, you know what happens
to people that behave like that?

They string him up under a bridge, cut off
their dick, and shove it down their mouths.

Come on, it's a bit harsh, isn't it?
Yeah, well, you know,

they're savages. But
that's not the point.

It hurt, and I don't
just mean the money.

We're friends. Yeah, I know.

Your brother tells me, "Oh,
give him another shot."

But... I'm not so sure.

Look, I made a mistake. Right?
It's not gonna happen again.

Because my brother is
gonna vouch for me.

Rook says you're a
fucking liability.

Oh, well, if Rook says so,
I'll just fuck off then.

Oh, sit down, princess.
Don't shit yourself.

I didn't say we weren't
gonna use you.

I'm just lettin' you know your standing
in terms of the establishment.

You seen one of these before?
Blue plastic bag?

Seen a few, yeah. Oh, man
of the world, are we?

At 3:00 this afternoon,
Mabel Liddell

is gonna come into this office.

She's gonna take
this away with her.

You are gonna follow her home

to London Fields,
where she lives.

You're gonna take
that bag off of her,

and you're gonna
bring it back here.

Simple. What's in the bag?

About, um... about
two and half pounds

of none of your
fucking business.

If she causes you any trouble,

you can knock her out
cold, can't you?

Yeah, right. Yeah. All
right then, laughing boy.

Wipe the fucking smile off your
face, have a dump, wind your watch,

fuck off across the street, get outta my
office, and close the door on your way out.

Well, this is all very interesting,
but is it goin' anywhere?

Yeah, it is, actually.

You see, because of
you and my brother,

I ended up goin' to prison.
Didn't I?

HMP Belmarsh, or as
I came to know it,

Horrible Motherfuckin'
Piss-hole Belmarsh.

The filthiest, most violent and
godforsaken prison in England.

Yeah, that was where that
joke of a judge sent me.

I didn't have a criminal record,
I never had that mindset.

You know, I couldn't even
throw a fuckin' boxing match,

but they threw me in there
with those hardened murderers,

rapists, serial offenders.

There's a reason why they call
that place the Meatgrinder.

Say excuse me, cunt.

Excuse me, cunt.

Jaw seems to be healing nicely.

Now, they would've given you the
normal dentures if you just asked.

Yeah, I did. You
should've said please.

Now, if it bothers
you that much,

when you get out of prison,
just get 'em switched.

It's an easy procedure.

Do you know what?
I don't mind 'em.

Make me look scary as fuck.

Hi, Mum.

Take a seat.

What happened, son? Your teeth!

Yeah, I know. Got into
a bit of a scuffle.

Why is it always you?
It's not always me, Mum.

I'm in prison, aren't I?
What do you expect?

This is what I expected.

I'd hoped you'd learn
something in here.

Get a bit of a kick
up the backside.

I'm gettin' a kick up the
backside, all right.

Don't worry about that.
Nothing to be proud of.

I'm not proud of it. I'm just...

worried about you, son.