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- Go home and lead a quiet life.

- Only if you come with me.

[dramatic music]

- I've been loyal to you, Rick, but I get offers all the time.

Might just have to consider one of them.

- What's going on with you? - You don't understand, Gal.

- You're doing too much of that gear.

Who you buying from? - No one.

- Who you buying from? - No one!

It's a bit of E, Gal.

- So where you gonna live after the wedding?

- I don't know. Maybe Layton. - Hmm.

- Although, actually, don't know if that's

far enough away for Gal these days.

- Marjorie's dad's got the business.

She's gorgeous.

I don't know you want.

- More, Aitch, a lot more.

- I told Stan about the job you boys done for me.

He might have something for you, maybe with Teddy Bass.

- We're after an extremely rare and valuable coin.

- Go!

- Ted and I are both wondering

how you're gonna be addressing your witness problem.

- What you staring at? [gun cocking]

[gunshot]

- Can't have any loose ends.

[laughter]

[gunshot]

- [panting]

- Let's have some fun tonight.

[tense music]

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

- [clears throat]

Perhaps you wouldn't mind telling me

what the fuck is going on.

♪ ♪

- We're looking into it.

- I put a lot of faith into you, Mr. McGraw.

Now, if you can't control your territory,

that's another discussion.

- No need to be alarmed, I assure you.

- You'll know I'm alarmed when I cut you

out of the Canada Square deal.

This was a targeted attack.

We need to stop it now before they hit again.

- The perpetrators will be dealt with severely.

My son is making it his top priority.

He's a vicious little bastard.

- You must be very proud.

- 10:00 a.m.

- Scuse me, love, radiator valves

in Mr. Kennedy's office have jammed.

- He's not in. - No, I know.

That's why I'm here. 1409, right?

- 1411, and do you have a--

- Work order?

Way ahead of you, darling.

♪ ♪

- Find my coin, McGraw.

'Cause, if you can't, I have other people I can ask.

And trust me, they're a lot more vicious than your...

[knocks on table] Boy.

♪ ♪

- One...big fuck-off safe.

♪ ♪

Yeah, so it was, like, caved in, but I think--

- Yeah, mate, mate, this fucking safe's a monster.

- Yeah, that's why the price is so lovely.

- Yeah, well, can't argue with that.

But look, let me do some research.

Tell Stan we'll get back to him.

- Already told him we'd do it.

- What do you mean? You just looked at it.

- [exhales heavily]

- You told him without talking to us?

- Cecilia spoke to them.

But yes, we're in.

- What the fuck, Don? - "What the fuck, Don?"

- Yes, what the fuck, Don?

You should really have talked to us.

- We're talking now.

- Yeah, but you've already told them we'd do it.

- But we're talking now. That's what I'm saying.

What's with you, Aitch?

Look like you lost a tenner and found a pound.

- Just, um, Larry.

- What about him? - Don.

- And the filth.

This is not small-time.

- That's right, not small-time.

Just drink your beer and shut it.

Larry was a fucking ponce.

Could've landed us all in the clink, Aitch--

your mate, mate.

- If it can happen to him, it could happen to any of us.

- There was something about him,

always made me uneasy to be around.

Bad boy.

I'm not gonna lose a second of sleep over him.

- Hey. When does he want this done by?

- Two weeks. - Two weeks?

- What are you, a parrot?

- Oh, I ain't sure about this one.

- Look, it's a piece of piss.

You can do it. You can do anything.

- If we don't get in, maybe Teddy'll kill us.

- I'll kill you. - Right, enough.

- Yeah, enough, Aitch.

- Yeah?

Can I have a word?

- Yeah, yeah, sure, Pete. - What about?

What's that about?

- I'll find out.

Johnny, how you doing mate? Nice to see you.

[indistinct chatter]

- What?

- Oh, come on, Petey.

Don't do this to me. I need you, mate.

You know what we're dealing with here.

We all do. - With Theresa pregnant again

and these guys you got us running with,

this is some serious shit, Gal.

- What's going on?

- Pete wants out.

- He does, does he? - Mm.

- [sighs]

[dramatic music]

What you gonna do now?

- I've been working on my qualifications

to be a train driver.

- [laughs] That's a laugh.

Where's your stupid hat?

- Right, knock it off, Don.

You're sure about this, Pete?

- Mm-hmm.

- When we're living the high life,

you're gonna regret this.

When we're spending money and fucking every bird sideways,

you're gonna think back to this day.

- Don, he's our mate. Let it go.

- He ain't my mate.

Mate don't cut and run.

Loyalty is a characteristic you either have,

or you don't.

I won't hear this shit anymore.

Listen to yourself.

You're pathetic.

♪ ♪

Pathetic!

- I like to think of myself as a connoisseur of history.

And studying history should teach us not to make

the same mistakes again.

But we do, repeatedly.

In the turn-of-the-century Rhodesia,

thieves who had their hand chopped off kept grafting.

When they lost the other hand,

they worked as lookouts.

In their blood, I suppose.

Excuse me for a moment.

[indistinct chatter]

Red Dog...

in the 130 at Kempton Park.

It's priced at 40 to 1,

But I have a little sprinkle of information.

Fancy a flutter?

- No, thanks.

[soft orchestral music playing]

- Not a gambling man?

- [tsks] - Neither am I, really.

But you know who is?

Whoever pulled off that armored car job on the Thames.

As in Rhodesia,

some people just don't learn.

[dramatic music]

Now, I'm not accusing you.

If I thought you did it,

you'd already be swimming in the bottom of that river.

- Are you a fucking mute?

Hey, can't you talk?

Hmm?

♪ ♪

Fuck this.

Prick.

- His generation...

very impatient.

I know you have a finger on the pulse.

And I would look at it as a personal favor

if you'd ask around.

- No problem, Dominic.

♪ ♪

- This guy was talking a great game on the phone.

If he's for real, this could be the beginning of something

for sure.

He knew all my films.

- We'd have to have complete control.

- Absolutely, and the lawyer I spoke to

said we could probably fight it for being too wide-reaching.

- When did you talk to a lawyer?

- I don't know. Last week.

- Listen, let me do the talking on Friday, yeah?

I'll handle this American bloke.

Lean on him a little, put a bit of a scare into him.

- I want to say this,

and I don't want you to get upset.

- Mm-hmm.

- I want to go to this meeting by myself.

- What? - I want to handle it.

- But I thought we had a plan.

- We do, but I just think,

first meeting, let me feel him out.

- Yeah, you know what? Fuck this.

If you don't want me around, fine.

But if you think I'm gonna be carrying your fucking knickers

round in a holdall while you make fucking movies,

nah, you got the wrong fucking guy.

Enjoy your meeting.

- Ah, well, you know what teenagers are like, Mum.

It's just a phase.

- I just don't know where I went wrong with her.

You know, when you was young... - Mm-hmm.

- Just used to have to give you a slap now and then.

But she hits back hard. - [chuckles]

- Yeah, it's not funny.

- Well, let me talk to her.

- Well, you can try.

I've not seen her for two days.

- Really?

- Whoever she's been seeing,

I just know it's got something to do with him.

- Hello, darlings.

- All right, Aunt Babe. - You all right, Gal?

- How you doing?

- How's the wedding plans going?

- Oh, oh, Marjorie and your sister

keep me in the dark until the money's due.

- [chuckles] Come on.

- What you got on McGraw?

- He's looking at everyone.

Doesn't have the first clue.

- Good.

- But he'll find out soon enough.

- I know.

How's Gal?

- He's looking into the safe.

- Has he got anything yet?

- Not from what I hear.

- Well, he'll figure it out,

or he won't.

Tell me about Freddie McGraw.

- He's doubled the take on his club past two years running.

Place is packed every night.

Next to drugs and porn, clubs is their biggest moneymaker.

[tense music]

Freddie's a smart one, bit of a hothead.

♪ ♪

- Is he an East End boy?

- He went to Westminster Private School.

- [scoffs] What?

♪ ♪

[laughs]

[both grunting]

- Work him, Sugar.

- Come here. - Short that stance.

- Get him off. - Fuck.

- Oi, tuck those elbows in, Gal.

Shorten that stance up.

Defense.

Defense.

Work that de-- - Fuck off!

- Gal! Oi!

- Get off my fucking head!

- Just let it go. It's not his fault.

Work on that guard, mate.

You're gonna be taking some big shots.

- Mate... - What's going on with you?

- I need you to help me out with something.

- What is it?

- Give me a minute, will you?

All right?

- Hi. [clears throat] - What you doing here?

- Wanted to talk to you. - Yeah? About what?

- Well, guess what my dad told me today.

- What?

- Marty Fisher, who's the head foreman

on the Canary Wharf block, might be retiring soon,

and he says that the job is yours if you want it.

- Don't you have to go back to work?

- [laughs] That's very funny, mister.

- Hmm. - Yeah, that's it.

Right.

- Look, we have to talk to Mace about something,

so why don't you wait outside, and I'll walk you back, right?

- Mm. - Be nice.

- [clears throat] Hi, Don.

- Marjorie, that's a nice shirt.

Never seen that one.

- [clears throat] Thank you.

Um, listen, why don't you come out with us

on Friday night for dinner?

I got a friend from work, Sara.

She's a laugh. - Sara?

Does she have red hair? - Uh, yeah.

Yeah, sort of. - I like redheads, so...

- Okay, so...[clears throat] That's a yes?

- Yes, yes, yes. All right, I'll be there. Yeah.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

I love redheads.

[dramatic music]

Gal.

- Ain't come across one of these before.

Tool resistant, TRT rating of 30-plus.

It weighs 500 kilos.

Fuck me, Gal. Thing's a beast. Where is it?

- Office building, 14th floor, rent-a-cop security.

- You can't move it, can't blow it.

You'll have to drill it.

Then you gotta go through six layers of steel.

So door. - Door, yeah.

- Yeah, it's the only way.

- All right, Gal? - All right, Tommy.

- You're late. - Oh, five minutes.

- Oi, you better listen to him,

or Hamilton's gonna kick your ass next week.

- No chance. - Yeah?

Well, I'll kick your ass, then.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- You wish, cuz. - Just get in.

Work him. You two out.

Work him, Sugar.

♪ ♪

So...how long?

- Week.

- Some babies never learn.

- What about round the back? - Round the--

Look, I've got two bits of advice for you.

Number one, don't bother.

- That's not an option.

- Yeah, right, what's number two?

- Number two, get yourselves a replica safe.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Try it, and you'll fail.

And then...

don't bother.

[drill whirring]

- Gal, you're a fucking rock star.

You'll figure it out.

- Fuck!

Right, if I could just get under the lock housing,

I might be able to pry it back.

- Yeah, right. - Yeah.

- Here's the fella.

- Right.

♪ ♪

- Come on, you've got it, Gal.

- Aah!

Fuck!

The rolled coils are grabbing the drill.

This won't work neither.

- What about the tumblers?

- There's no tumblers. It's graphite rings.

- Tumblers.

- You should never have taken this job without asking.

You know that.

It's impossible, Don!

- Cecilia's gonna fucking kill me.

- If it's impossible, it's impossible!

Look, what we gonna do after this, hey?

If--if we manage to pull this off, what then?

Teddy has got our balls in a fucking vise!

And he's gonna keep squeezing.

- Oh, here we fucking go. - And you're good, Gal.

You are fucking good.

But what happens the next time,

the next time when we are properly fucked,

when it's a job that nobody can do?

What then, hey?

What, a slap on the back and a handshake?

- I'm warning you, Aitch!

I'm on my last nerve!

You are replaceable!

- Right, Don, I need you to do me a favor.

I need you to wait outside. - A favor?

- Yeah, yeah, just need to speak to Aitch for a moment.

- What, ain't I invited? - No, it's not like that.

- Not like what?

- Don, just do me a little favor.

Right, come on.

♪ ♪

- Course, Gal.

Course I could do you a favor.

- I need you to focus, mate.

[bottle bangs on table]

Look, if it's about Larry-- - Not about Larry.

We all knew he would wind up at the bottom of a river

sooner or later. [banging at door]

- Tell him he's replaceable, Gal.

Everyone's replaceable.

What about Danny Burns, Gal?

How about him, Gal?

How about him, Danny Burns, Danny Boy?

Wow.

- Right.

If it's not about Larry, what's it about?

- I'm not sure this is the right move.

Look, I can't sleep.

I'm losing weight. Look at me.

- You look great.

I'd fuck you.

- Danny's a fucking ponce.

- I was shagging this bird the other night, right?

- [groans]

- And all of a sudden, I start shaking.

- Sawbsie's, Swabsie's. - I couldn't finish.

Me.

What's on my mind is...

- Roy.

- Since when is Cecilia running our lives.

[banging at door]

- Roy.

Roy Sumpter.

Yeah, Roy can hack it.

[banging at door]

Yeah, Roy could hack it.

Oh, yes, he could.

- Look, I hear you, Aitch, but you gotta trust me,

you know, and we gave Teddy Bass our word.

So we are in for a penny, in for a pound.

Now, if we stop now, we lose our place in line--

or worse.

♪ ♪

- I'll be okay.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- It's Roy.

I found my man.

It's Roy.

- Fuck Roy.

Aitch is good to go. Aren't you, mate?

- Yeah. [clears throat] Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

- Right, mate? - Gal.

- Give us a London Pride will you?

And I'll take a plate of chips and all, extra vinegar.

- All right, mate. - You all right, Gal?

- All right.

- When you gonna take me out on the town?

- When you turn 19.

- I'm 20.

- Damn, I missed it.

- [scoffs, sighs]

- Wow. Charming. Can't wait.

both: Oop!

- Cheers. [clears throat]

So did you hear they want me to do

all these religious classes so I can get married

at that Catholic church?

- If you're here to hassle me about Mum,

I'm not in the mood for any lectures.

- All this stuff with the, um--the rosary

and the Communion and all that,

imagine what Nanny Pat would say.

[clears throat]

Peanut?

I heard Princess Di's good at this.

[sighs] All right, let's make it easier.

Ha! I got one.

It fell out.

I'll do it again. - What?

What's wrong with you? [laughter]

- For crying out loud, Gal, you lost your mind?

- What? Sorry, mate. Sorry, mate.

Got an eating disorder.

- [laughs]

- Hey, it's genius. - I know.

[laughter]

- Listen, mate, get my sis here another one

and a little violin for all the tears that are coming.

Um...

No one knows what it's like to live in that house

better than me.

Right, now, Dad is just-- don't open his mouth

unless it's to eat, drink, or bet on the ponies.

And trust me, I know Mum's no picnic either,

especially when she's been with her sister for too long.

Hmm?

Sisters.

What's his problem? - [laughs]

Mum thinks it's about some guy you're seeing.

Okay, well, I hope he's better than the guy

with the tattoos on his eyeballs.

What was his name again? Rat, was it?

- Matt. - Oh, yeah. Sorry, forgot.

- [laughs] Fuck off. - Cheer up.

- Fuck off.

[slot machines dinging and whirring]

- Oi, where you off to?

- Going to dinner with Gal.

Marjorie's got a friend of some sort.

- That right? - Yep.

Not lying.

- [chuckles]

Course you ain't.

You don't have the imagination for it.

Stan called to check on you boys.

Very important job. - Right.

- I'm proud of the way you're doing things so far.

Stan says you've been up to mustard.

Now, just remember, preparation, preparation.

Slags will get in the way of that.

You stay focused.

- Gal needs some time to think.

- Yeah, well, Gal can afford that luxury.

Gal worries about Gal.

I'm the only one who cares about you.

Don't forget that.

- Donny, Donny, Donny.

[chuckles]

- Been looking after you since we was kids, haven't I?

♪ ♪

- You like that, don't you?

Hey?

[chuckles]

Donny, Donny, Donny.

[glass crunching]

- Yeah.

- Gal ain't your boss.

One day, you'll be the boss of this whole place.

When we expand even more,

this deal with Teddy will guarantee our future.

- [hacking]

- Watch.

[gagging]

He's not gonna hurt you anymore.

♪ ♪

- Oi. - Huh?

- Here you are. It's on me.

- No, no, it's all right.

- I'm paying for you and your dirty cow's meal.

- Cheers. [laughter]

- Oh, he loves to wind me up.

- Every time I see that Rollie, he's just miserable.

I almost feel bad for him. Why's he like that?

- Because the man's a cunt. That's what cunts are like.

That's why they're cunts. Right, Gal?

- Course, and the only way to find out

why they're like that... both: Is to ask another cunt.

[laughter] - Cheers to that.

- I gotta tell you, this is one of the best days of my life.

With your name, this is a dream come true.

- Well, thanks.

I've heard great things about you.

- So I understand you're looking to make a change.

- Maybe.

- "Maybe" is good enough for me...for now.

- Marjorie, you know, your fiancé here is a genius.

And as his best man, I don't mind telling you he's smart,

not like one of those mugs we went to school with,

who you could've married.

- What mugs? - Cut it out, Don.

- All I'm saying, Sara, is,

you're in the presence of greatness.

- What did he do? - It's what he's gonna do.

- All right, enough, Don. - What'd I say?

- Listen, I'll do it. We'll figure it out.

Now, drop it, will you?

- Course you will.

You're a genius.

- You come with us, we'll fund

cameras, sets, makeup, distribution,

sales, everything.

You'll be your own little mogul,

even the use of your name problem.

- You've done your homework.

- So what do you really want?

- I want it all--

real ownership, control.

I want to direct my own films, pick my costars,

take 20% in the UK and 30% internationally.

And I'll make as many films as I want.

No more, no less.

- Nobody gets that.

- I will.

It will be with you or with someone else,

but it will have to be that for me to leave Ricky.

If I don't treat myself like a star, who will?

- I really needed a night out.

You know how horny a good steak makes me.

- Oh, shut up! - What? It does.

- Where are we going after this?

- Well, let's go to Soho, get some cocktails.

- What? No.

No, we'll get another round here.

Then we'll get a bottle, go back to my flat,

listen to a little "Blue Hawaii."

- Yeah, let's do that. - Lovely.

- Yes, that is what I'm talking about.

- That's what we'll do.

- And I promise you won't regret it, Donny.

- You like that, don't you?

- Donny, Donny, Donny.

- Donny, Donny, Donny.

- Donny. [laughs]

You won't regret it. [distorted voices echoing]

- Donny?

- [laughs]

- I'm having a toastie.

[tense music]

- [echoing] Don?

You all right, mate?

Don, you okay?

- [normally] Dirty cow.

[leather squeaking]

Right dirty cow.

- [echoing] Don, you all right? Shh. Come on, relax, mate.

- [normally] I can't go out.

We got work to do.

Preparation, preparation, preparation.

That's what she said. - Who?

Who are you talking about? - I want to go home now.

- No, you're all right, love. Don, Don, you gotta relax.

You're scaring her. - You said let's go out,

get our heads clear, have a laugh.

- Yeah? - We did that.

Now we gotta get back to work.

- Don't be such a ponce. It's early.

- You shut up! - Fucking hell, Don!

- Don! Hey! Come on! - What the fuck are you doing?

- You think I'm gonna risk everything for a shag?

I don't care how big her fucking tits are, Gal.

- Don, right, come on!

Hey, she's a nice girl. You're scaring her.

- I don't give two fucks what she thinks.

- Don. - Doesn't even have red hair.

- Gal, you need to do something.

- It's not fucking red. - Right, Don--

- It's not red! - What is wrong with you?

- No! - Leave her alone!

- It's chestnut. - Right, Don.

- She was right.

- Donny, Donny, Donny.

- Need to stay focused.

- Don, Don.

- Focused! - Fuck this.

I'm getting out of here. - Look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. You're all right.

Right, she's gone and fucking left.

- Don, you're scaring me. - You, shut up!

- Hey, don't talk to her like that!

- And you. - Yeah?

- You louse.

You can't figure out that safe,

Teddy's gonna have a fucking fit.

I'm gonna look like a right Mr. Confused.

We have to! We have to! We have to!

- Gal, fucking stop him!

- All right, all right, all right.

- Work!

Work! - Don, calm down!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Please stop. You're scaring me.

- Cecilia's not gonna be happy.

- Come on. Come on. Come on.

- I know she's gonna let me have it.

- Come on.

- We will never be this close again, Gal.

- I know. I know. - Never.

- You're okay. Right, it's gonna be okay.

Listen, listen, all right? - [panting]

- We're gonna figure it out.

- Okay.

- Figure it out, I promise.

I promise you.

Right, we are gonna get in that safe.

- All right. - Gonna get in it.

I promise. - Okay.

- Okay? - Okay.

- All right? - All right.

- Come on. - Yeah.

♪ ♪

- He's a fucking psycho. [liquid pouring]

That was, like, the craziest thing I've ever seen, Gal.

- I know. I know. - He needs to be locked up.

- Look, it's just, he's had it a little harder than most.

- Why weren't you doing anything sooner?

- It's not that simple with Don.

- You are always sticking up for him.

Look, when we're married, I don't want him around.

Best man?

Is he out of his fucking mind?

- He is my best man.

What? He is.

- No, I don't even want him at the wedding!

- [sighs]

What do you see in him? I just don't understand.

- No one understands.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about tonight,

but there's a lot going on with me.

That's not an excuse. It's just--

Look, the thing with Don is,

he needs me.

Sometimes just letting things go is just the easiest way.

And trust me, there is a million things

about him I hate, but if he didn't have me,

I just--I don't know.

I don't know. It's just, he's my mate.

He's my mate.

And he's loyal, and he tries really hard.

And it's just--

it's not his fault.

- What's not his fault?

- [sighs]

- Tell me.

Tell me. Tell me what happened to him.

Gal, tell me something.

What happened to him?

- Look, it's nothing, right.

I should go check he's okay.

- Gal, please.

[Shirley Bassey's "(Where Do I Begin?) Love Story"]

[percussive romantic music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Where do I begin to tell the story ♪

♪ Of how great love can be ♪

♪ The sweet love story that is older than the sea ♪

♪ The simple truth about the love he brings to me ♪

♪ Where do I start? ♪

- Hi. - Hey.

Hey.

Hey, it's me.

- I know.

- [chuckles] Right.

- You forget something the other night?

- I think I left me sunglasses here.

- You weren't wearing any sunglasses.

- Right. Right. [laughs]

- Want to try again?

- I, erm...

Come to thank you.

- For what?

- Good advice for me sister.

- Well, I do know a thing about teenage angst.

- Oh.

You seemed pretty happy coming down the street then.

- I am.

- What was that for?

- I had a great night.

Felt like it.

- What the fuck is this?

- It's nothing.

- Don't look like nothing.

Go on. Do one, Blondie.

- We were just talking.

- I said fuck off.

All right.

I'm gonna count to three. - Alan, don't.

- One, two, three, mate.

- You fucking prick.

- Stop!

Stop it!

[grunting]

What the fuck? What are you doing?

- Sorry, sorry.

- [coughing] - You should go.

Just go, please.

Alan, what the fuck?

A fucking knife!

[pensive guitar music]

♪ ♪

- Where have you been?

You've been gone for over three hours.

What's the matter?

[panting]

[soft sentimental music]

♪ ♪

[moans]

[panting, moaning]

♪ ♪

[both breathing heavily]

[laughter]

What did I do to deserve that?

[Human Resource's "Dominator"]

- ♪ I'm bigger and bolder and rougher and tougher ♪

♪ In other words, sucker, there is no other ♪

[pounding electronic music]

♪ ♪

- Have you seen him? Have you seen him?

- What? No.

No, sorry.

♪ ♪

[music distorts, fades]

[music resumes]

♪ ♪

- The hinge. Great.

I knew you could do it. - It's an idea. That's all.

I could do without this shit.

- What'd they say?

- Said someone's been sniffing around the place.

- Someone knows. - We don't know that.

- It could be the police.

We got all Larry's stuff out, right?

- Yeah, and I've been paying the rent every week,

so at least it looks kosher.

- Well, his family up north are fucking psychos.

- [sighs]

I knew this would come and bite us in the ass.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Hello, hello.

Lucky, lucky. - [whispering] Shut up.

- Ow! Ow!

- Who the fuck is that?

- Ow! Fucking hell.

- Ann Marie. - Ow.

- What the fuck are you doing in Larry's bed, eh?

- Fuck off, Don.

- Hope I didn't hurt you.

- Don, Don, Don, just wait outside.

- Outside?

- Yeah, just wait outside, yeah?

- Okay.

- Why are you in Larry's flat?

- Where is he, Gal?

- Fuck.

- Oh, fuck.

Can you just tell me where he is, please?

- I don't know. - Just tell me.

What are you really doing here, Gal?

What, you think I'm gonna grass you up to the filth,

tell him all the shit I know Larry's been telling me?

- Right, just take it easy.

All right?

I'm the one that should be mad at you

for scheming behind my back with him.

- Fuck you.

- He's the one been giving you all them drugs?

In't he, Ann Marie?

He ain't the guy you think he is, Annie.

- Well, you don't know him like I do.

- [scoffs]

- Can you just tell me the truth, please?

That's all I'm asking.

I'll never ask you for another thing

in my life, I swear, but please just tell me.

I'm begging you.

[gunshot] - Fuck!

Okay.

Okay.

The truth is...

He took off.

He left town.

- No.

No, he told me he was--

- Do you remember that girl he was seeing

before he come down here?

- What, that bitch Allie from Dublin?

- Yeah.

They went back to Ireland.

- That piece of shit.

- Gal, gotta get moving.

- Fuck off, Don.

[sobbing]

- Come here.

Come on, come on.

He's just a piece of fucking shit.

[upbeat music]

- I'm really worried because it doesn't

work the way it used to.

- Well, let's see if we can help with that.

- Cut!

Just do the fucking lines like they're written.

And you, with the boom, stay the hell out of the shot

or go back to fluffing!

- Dee, a word, please?

[bell rings]

The McGraws aren't happy.

They've heard about your little meeting.

- I've got to keep my options open.

I got an offer I can't resist.

- Sit down.

Sit down.

Dee, please, these blokes,

they don't care about contracts.

- Rick, you know I love you.

But they're offering me full control of all my catalog,

my images, 25% after fees.

I get to pick my own directors,

which means I don't have to deal with this motherfucker.

- Honey, I know. I know.

It's not the first time I'm hearing all of this.

But-- - It's an amazing deal.

- It is.

It's amazing.

- So can you beat it?

- Please!

I'm begging you.

Don't fuck with the McGraws.

[Snap!'s "Rhythm Is a Dancer"]

- ♪ Rhythm is a dancer ♪

- So I told those immigrant scum,

we don't want you around

except to, er, fold a tablecloth or two.

So I told my boys...

♪ ♪

But get their cover charge first.

You know what I mean? [laughs]

- ♪ It's a passion ♪

♪ Oh, oh, you can feel it in the air ♪

♪ Oh, oh, it's a passion ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ ♪

- What are you looking at, cunt?

- The back of your head.

- [scoffs] What?

- I said, I'm looking at the back of your head.

- Oh, I know who you are.

- Teddy Bass.

- Took over Burke's club on Coate Street.

Place is a shithole.

Well, Teddy, if you're gonna be in my club,

yeah, I suggest you behave yourself.

Or I'll have to give you a spanking

in front of your--oof--

sort of pretty girl.

- [chuckles]

♪ ♪

- That seemed intense.

- Nah.

It's a gas.

♪ ♪

- Can't believe I missed that.

Can't believe I missed it. That's the thing.

Fucking Larry.

Fuck, there he--there he was,

seeing my sister behind my back!

She's just a kid!

- I was right about him, Gal.

I was right. - You were. You were.

- Yeah, and you crying about him.

Oh, that's real nice, Aitch. Real nice.

- She told me she's been looking for him all over.

That's--this could really blow up in our faces.

You know what she's like.

No telling what she'll do.

All right.

Let's get ready to do this.

- Here's the spot.

I'll be waiting.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Listen, Don, about your sister.

- What about her?

- We can't have her--

- We can't have her what? - [sighs]

It has to be us making the decisions.

- What decisions? - Well--

Don, on the lock. - What?

- On the lock. - Oh, yeah.

- All right.

♪ ♪

[metallic bang]

[drill whirring]

[intense music]

♪ ♪

[metal creaking]

- I hope this works.

- D'you know what, Gal?

Larry's lucky.

- How?

- 'Cause if he was still alive,

I'd have me hand around his throat, squeezing.

Going behind our back with our Ann Marie.

You think he knew?

- What, Aitch? - Yeah.

- Nah. - No?

- No, I'd know it.

Never much of a poker face. - Hmm.

- Do you remember the time when--[laughs]

- Eh?

- Do you remember the time when he fucked his cousin?

- Oh, yeah, big Mandy. Yeah. - Big Mandy, yeah.

Couldn't shut up about it.

- Great bum.

Small feet.

Nice.

[metal creaking, groaning]

[metal crashing]

[Shirley Ellis' "Soul Time"]

[upbeat soul music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ If you want a time to soul ♪

♪ Baby, it's time to soul time ♪

♪ ♪

- No money, no jewelry.

- What's this?

What the fuck is going on here?

- ♪ Then we'll be synchronized in soul ♪

♪ Baby, we'll be on soul time ♪

♪ Ready, get set, now ♪

♪ 2, 4, 6, 7, 10 ♪

♪ 2, 4, 6, 8, 22 ♪

♪ Mm-mm-mm-mm ♪

♪ 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 2, 4, 6, 8, 22 ♪

♪ One more time now ♪

♪ 2, 4, 6, 8, ooh ♪

♪ I'm synchronized with you ♪

♪ Now, if you want a time to soul, baby ♪

- A job like this is gonna bring the entire kingdom

to our doorstep.

- Yes, darling, I know the time difference in LA.

No, no, no.

Yeah.

Well, tell them they're not getting full frontal

if they don't pay for full frontal.

[knocking]

- [gasps]

No! Stop! Stop!

Leave him alone! Stop it!

[thumping dance music]

♪ ♪

- [laughs] Whoo!

Oh, you're gonna be one of my regular Saturday night girls.

[both laughing]

[both panting, moaning]

Oh.

Oh, yeah. Mm.

[laughing]

Mm.

♪ ♪

- So this is where all the fun is, eh?

- What the fuck are you doing in here?

This is a private part of the club.

- Freddie!

- Just ignore him. He's gonna leave.

Reggie!

What the fuck are you doing in here?

Ah! [groans]

Ah!

Ah! Ah!

Reggie! - Reggie's not gonna answer.

- No, no, no, no, no.

Fucking Reggie!

[groaning]

- [sobbing]

No, please.

[groaning]

Ah! Ah!

[yelling]

[groaning]

♪ ♪

- Stop it!

Stop it! Leave him alone! Leave him alone!

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop! Call an ambulance!

[somber music]

♪ ♪

[screaming]

[tense music]