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You again.

Doors opening.

Okay, stop. Stop.

That's not where we're starting.

Go back to the beginning, please.

I'm doing this properly.

That's more like it. Thank you.

Some people are in the art world for the art.

The rest are in it for the money.

You can probably guess which side I play for.

Do you know what's really sexy?

I'm talking "weak at the knees", "take me against the bread bin" sexy.

Export taxes.

This magic place is called a free port.

And it's got the sexiest taxes on the planet,

because...

...there aren't any.

You can buy and sell anything that's legal.

As long as it stays right here in the free port.

Naturally, it attracts a certain kind of person, right?

The kind who just hates to pay the taxes on top.

No laws getting broken, yeah?

Just bent double.

By entrepreneurs like me.

Hey!

Hey!

It all works so well, it feels like a magic trick.

But no one gets to see the magician.

And that suits me just fine.

Delicious local delicacies are provided while you consider your bids.

Do feel free to indulge.

Boss, why do you always do a buffet?

Well, it's... it's polite, isn't it?

Yeah, but why do you always watch them?

Would you do that? Wipe your nose with your hand when serviettes are provided?

Done worse.

Somebody loves their coke.

Like a pig with asthma.

Is there a polite way to do coke?

Do you know,

you learn a lot about people when they don't know they're being watched.

Do you watch me?

You?

No.

Time's up, gentlemen.

Please record your bids on the cards provided.

Is that the Yank's bid?

Yep. 60 mil.

Really wants it.

- No, boss. - What?

We're not doing this again, are we?

- Doing what? - Turning down 2 mil because of...

what, table manners?

Or because you didn't like their wife's eyebrows?

Or, my personal favourite, they were a bit "thingy".

That guy was a bit thingy.

Boss, I think it's just... wrong, you know?

It took you eight years to collect this set.

It's my money, Charlie.

Sell to the Indian gentleman for 58 million.

Yes, boss.

The trouble with magic tricks,

once you've mastered them,

like, for 20 years till you can do them in your sleep,

same tricks again and again,

well, they stop being magic.

Hiya, it's me.

Did the funds clear on the triptych?

Yeah. Mumbai Bank's just closed.

It's done.

Brilliant.

All right, so what else do we have to do in London, then?

You had a craving for the lapsang souchong at the Dorchester.

Oh, yeah!

All right, well, I'll be in my apartment in about ten minutes.

I'll have a quick freshen up and I'll meet you there.

Oh, Charlie, did you sever all contact with the bidders from last night?

'Course, boss.

Great.

All right, well, I'll see you at the Dorchester.

And remember, hide your tatts.

My tits?

You heard what I said.

Move back, please.

How much longer?

- I live here. - I can't let you through. Sorry.

- Right? Uh... Get on it. - Yes, gov.

Uh, she's all right. Miss, uh, Price!

Officer.

DCI.

What the fuck is this, Leo?

I need to get my stuff.

- Gov. - Constable.

Uh...

Miss, um, I'd like you to brace yourself, please.

Why are you speaking like that?

There's been a murder in your, uh, building.

Who?

The older gentleman in the flat opposite yours.

Didi?

He got two in the chest, one in the head.

In that order.

And they were definitely after Didi?

Who knows? But they definitely got him.

Oh... This opens up a lot of questions for me, Leo.

I'm already making inquiries on your behalf.

What else can I do?

I'm on the same floor.

What if they got the wrong apartment?

Pros don't make mistakes like that.

Until one day they do.

You think it's someone from your past?

Well, I suggest you find out, Leo.

Isn't that exactly why I pay you?

Can't be too careful, can I?

I just can't see how anyone would mistake this bloke for you.

Not everything is about me, but this feels like it is.

Maybe you just want it to be.

- What do you mean? - I don't know.

- Lately, you've seemed a bit... - A bit what?

Bored.

Okay, not bored. Uh... Unchallenged.

That's not true.

Nothing to be ashamed of, Jackie.

Chronic feelings of ennui

have been linked to a range of mental and emotional disturbances

that plague our modern society.

I don't need a shrink, Leo.

You never really know what's going on inside somebody else, do you?

Ain't that the truth?

- Oh... - Don't worry, Jackie.

I'll sort this.

- Jackie P! - Hiya, Billy.

Are you all right, love?

Oh, yeah, well, the hair?

Yeah, I lost it in a bet, didn't I?

Girls from my manscaping business. We do a Yahtzee night.

Manscaping?

Yeah, I got a few shops. Little gold mines, to be fair.

Nice.

I've, um, got some free vouchers for you in here somewhere.

Hm.

Yeah. Mrs Ho and her team really aren't afraid to dig deep into the crevices.

Mmm.

- Is there an expiry date on these? - Well, not for you.

So what's up, kitty cat?

Did you hear about the murder yesterday?

What, around here?

In the apartment opposite mine.

Fuck!

What? The nice old fella in the tracksuit?

He used to bring us a cup of tea while we fitted your security system.

Yeah. He was a prick.

Was he? Oh.

But not so you'd kill him.

Ah.

You heard any chat about it?

No.

Far as I've heard, everyone's happy. Everyone's making money.

I mean, not working people, obviously.

I mean, actual working people are all completely fucked.

Yeah.

Maybe somebody's sending somebody else a message

and I'm just, like, near the phone.

What did Leo say?

- Well, he thinks I'm bored. - Oh, are you?

No more than anyone else.

Well, most people take drugs for that.

Hmm.

Do I look bored to you?

Nah.

- Not bored, exactly. - What do you mean?

- What? - What do you mean?

Well... Nothing.

Fuck... What do I know?

I can't even hang on to my eyebrows.

Hmm.

That nice dead fella...

Sorry, the prick, let me ask around.

Thanks, Billy.

You won't be in any trouble, Jackie.

Everyone thinks you're lovely.

Bollocks.

Ah!

Uh... I knew this was about me.

Yes, definitely her.

What are you doing?

It's jammed.

Yeah, yeah, it's, um...

It's done. Nearly done.

Wait!

- It's my turn. - There you go.

What is that?

♪ It's not unusual to be loved by anyone ♪

♪ It's not unusual to have fun with anyone...

Tom Jones.

Bloody legend.

Coast is clear.

She's alive.

Oh, my God. Boss?

Boss!

What the fuck? Have you been shot? What happened?

♪ Do, da, dee, da ♪

♪ Dum, dum, dum ♪

♪ Den, dee, do, dem ♪

Boss?

Boss?

Fuck.

Ruby.

Finally! You stopped that humming.

Is she concussed?

Ruby, dear Ruby.

You need another dose.

No, I don't want any more.

Okay. The doctor will be in shortly.

How long was I out for?

All night.

I feel like my brain's been cemented.

Well, now I know why you never gave me keys to your apartment.

Yeah. Sorry you had to see that.

Cost a fortune.

Bloody worked, though, didn't it?

You don't owe me an explanation.

But I'd like one.

Well, you knew I wasn't always in art, right?

Yeah, I guessed... your money came from somewhere else.

Yeah. Well, what I used to do for a living was...

pretty scuzzy.

Drugs.

Coke.

Big League.

I got really good at it.

The one thing harder than getting good at it is getting out of it.

Your friends stop being so friendly.

But you did get out.

Oh, yeah, but it was messy.

Something I thought was far behind looks like it found me.

Do you need any more explanation than that?

Would you give me more?

Probably not right now.

- Yeah. - Oh, I smell like a pig.

Do me a favour, Charlie. Would you go and get me some nice stuff?

Way ahead of you, boss.

Right, we've got...

hyaluronics, exfoliating pads,

the nice knickers,

and burner phone. Yeah?

Would you go and make me one of your proper teas?

The teas in the hospital always taste like cat's piss.

On it.

Charlie.

Do me a favour.

Don't go home tonight.

Stay at a hotel.

Promise?

'Course, boss.

Good girl.

Ah!

Mr Lindon's office. Of course.

Mr Lindon isn't expecting any visitors today.

And you definitely mentioned the name Didi Fraser?

Yes, miss. I did.

Well, that's a shame, cos I really need to speak to him.

I got cash.

- Do you want some cash? - No.

Manscaping vouchers, perhaps?

You need to leave.

Fourth floor, isn't it?

You know what, love? I'll just go on up.

No, miss! You can't...

Yeah. Security. There is a lady coming up in the lift. Fourth floor.

Doors opening.

There's been a recent misunderstanding involving some violence.

I would hardly call what happened just now a misunderstanding.

Oh, no, no. Oh, no, no. Not that. No, that was all me.

Please forward me the medical bills for, um...

- Erm, Oliver. - Oliver!

Nice touch, knowing your employees' names.

I'm a man of the people.

No, I was actually talking about yesterday,

when some gentlemen, likely to be in the employ of one of your clients,

tried to kill me.

And how do you imagine I'm involved in such a thing?

Probably a broker of sorts.

Middleman.

Has anybody even offered...

Oi.

Put that down.

Mr. Linden, one of my recent visitors

made the questionable decision to call your office directly.

Luckily, I overheard the call

while attempting not to die,

and memorised the number from the key tones on the phone they used.

That's possible?

♪ Do, da, dee, da, dum, dum, dum, din, dee, do, din ♪

I want the name of the client

who tried to have me killed.

Even if the events you allege...

allege did take place,

I am barred by... by law from discussing my clients' affairs, so...

That attack has uprooted the order of my universe.

I have spent the last 20 years trying to distance myself from...

Well, let's just call it a chequered past.

Until that order is restored,

there will be a vortex of destruction, controlled by me,

aimed at you and all those you represent.

Uh, well, you make a compelling argument,

but, um, as I've said,

my clients have nothing to do with your, um, predicament.

Well, let's just see, right?

Because I'm not an unreasonable woman, Mr. Linden.

Give me the name by tomorrow, or deal with the consequences.

I'm curious, Ms. Price, as to how you imagine you'll leave this building

without encountering the police.

Why on earth would I want to avoid them?

Is that his fucking ear?

It's mostly lobe.

Look, I need to get out of here.

Why are you dressed like that?

Come on, Jackie, what's happened?

Just fix this, Leo.

How can I explain that to my superiors?

Because I pay your mortgage.

Because I pay your kids' bloody school fees, that's why.

Why were you even in that office?

Personal matter.

Jackie, it's me. You can say.

Just get me out of here.

Has this got something to do with what we discussed at your apartment?

I thought you'd be able to tell me by now.

Okay, I'm just going to ignore that and focus on the task at hand.

How do we deal with this colossal goat fuck?

Gov, her lawyer's here.

The one with the hair?

Hey. Uh...

Price.

Hello, Sam.

Okay, so here's what it is, okay?

This is clearly a case of mistaken identity, I'm afraid, okay?

My client here, Jackie Price,

is an upstanding, law-abiding citizen.

She would nev...

Okay.

An ear?

Okay, well, uh, look,

reading between the lines, I suspect,

in court, they'll say you attempted to eat someone, so...

Spat most of it out. Tape doesn't lie, Sam.

Let's maybe not lead with that defence.

Listen, I'm your tax lawyer, Jackie.

I really shouldn't be the one to represent you with these charges.

Look, I'll throw Leo a few hundred grand, he'll find some issues with my arrest.

Ah! La, la, la, la, la, la! I don't want to hear any of that, okay?

I don't want to hear or know any of that.

Jesus Christ.

Want to go for a drink?

- What? - Drink.

A drink? No, I don't want to go... Look, Jackie, I...

Okay, you're an incredibly valued client. You know that.

You've been there from the beginning. But at some point, you and I

are going to have to have a frank and honest conversation

about the kind of public conduct I can reasonably expect from my clients, okay?

And by "clients", I mean you.

Would this be a bad time to mention that I'm a tiny bit in love with you?

What? Yes!

Now would be an incredibly bad time for that, yes.

You're absolutely sure the something we have between us isn't something real?

So, so sure.

Thank you, though, for making this brief interaction entirely unbearable.

Thank you. Really.

Please, I'm going to walk this way, you...

go that way.

Christ!

Hello?

Tucker, it's me.

Must you insist on the theatrics, Price?

A man like you knows I have my reasons.

Plus, the app's a bargain.

- How long have we worked together? - Long enough.

Long enough to know you'd fuck me over for the right price.

Or if you felt cornered.

It's not that I dislike the silly voice.

Your hoarse intonations actually remind me of a dinner lady from my old school

who had a fondness for Cafe Creme Cigars.

She mothered me in ways no one else did.

Criminal, really.

I need you to set up some auctions.

I want to get liquid, fast.

How liquid? The whole collection?

Yeah, my whole collection, to a single buyer.

And, hey, I don't want this broadcast.

Hmm. Singular buyer...

is a challenge.

I'll up your fee to 15%.

20.

You know, I float between the criminal and legitimate worlds

with the grace of a butterfly.

My client list is voluminous.

Okay, 20. Goodbye, Tucker.

I have a small request before you go.

Can you say the words...

..."jam roll and custard tonight"?

Jam roll...

...and custard tonight.

Mmm...

You've made my day.

Fuck off.

Do you ever get that feeling when things go bad...

...like there's something much worse coming for you?

Like a huge stampede rushing closer,

and the earth starts to shake under your feet?

Hey, sister!

- Ooh! - Sorry it's cold.

I put the air con super low to stop smell.

I get these thugs out of here.

But you see, clean-up job, part of package!

- I told you it'd work good, yes? - Yeah! No, it really worked.

Yes. You get what you pay for, yes?

- Yes, yes. - Yes. So what is plan now?

Well, I'm probably going to make a cushion fort, have some soup.

This makes me very jealous of you, Jackie.

Oh, you're welcome to join, if you want.

In a minute.

Karenina, do you ever do personal security?

I need someone, quick.

Nyet, cannot do. Would like to.

We have nice bond from when I make gun for wall, yes?

But I already working for new collaborators.

On probation period.

Oh. Can you say who?

What, was that, like, not cool?

Is Seven Demons.

Pretty fucking cool, right?

Wow!

Seven Demons, that's big league.

Yes, is... best.

You want I see about hire of Demons for you?

I mean, they are professional assassins.

It's probably massive overkill, but I've always wanted to use them.

Our prices are much more reasonable than people think.

Huh.

- I call them. - All right.

Thank you.

Hello.

I have friend who needs some, let's say, security.

Her name is Jackie Price.

Yes, big art dealer.

Understood.

Yes.

Yes, copy.

- Jackie? - Yeah.

So, what do they say?

You are next contract.

Brilliant.

But I'll have to discuss some terms first.

No, no, no. I don't say "possible employer".

You are the target.

You are target of next contract for Seven Demons!

- Me? - Yes.

This target?

Sorry, Miss Price, was not aware.

These guys aren't Demons, otherwise I'd be dead.

Oh, no, these just regular street thugs.

Are you going to try and kill me now?

I no start yet.

It's literally not my job.

- Oh. - My contract start midnight.

- Ah. - Until then, we remain friends.

After, a more... professional standard applies.

I think you should go now, Miss Price.

- Be on safe side. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That's a good idea.

And, yes, they are professional assassins.

Part of their mystique is that they're all genuine psychopaths.

Like, they really enjoy the kill.

And they come at you one at a time.

The first rule of knowing the Seven Demons are after you,

get your coat and walk out the door.

But it's a particular coat, right?

The one you keep for this occasion,

filled with passports, phones, prepaid credit cards.

Seven Demons.

Who even does that?

Someone wants me dead and gone

and in the worst possible way.

Who the fuck are you?

Did you get lost on your way to a fancy dress party?

Where is it you are from?

Wales.

- Wales? - What's it to you?

HHH-Wales.

Way-els.

Agh!

Oh, sweet Jesus!

What was that for?

Where is Jackie Price?

I don't know anything about where she is.

- We're just mates. - You lie.

Look, she doesn't tell me everything.

Jackie's Jackie. She's got her secrets.

What secrets?

Well, I don't know, do I?

That's why they're fucking secrets, you muppet!

No muppet.

You're the muppet.

I know a fucking muppet when I see one.

Wales.

Way-els.

Are the Seven Demons really after you?

- Kind of. - It's the Seven fucking Demons!

What happened to Invisible Jackie?

I've got kids, you know. Kids.

I mean, they don't like me and I'm not that into them, but...

I made some calls, okay?

They'll be taken care of. And your ex-wife.

Oh... Just the kids, all right?

She got more than enough in the divorce.

You're safe now, okay?

I'm sticking you on a plane tonight.

Where to?

Well, I got Vancouver if you wanted, but you'll have to get a whole new face.

No.

- What about Iceland? - No, too cold.

Brazil?

Uh!

Eh, a beach or two would be nice.

Well, Brazil it is, then.

Wow!

Oh. That's that.

This is mental.

- It is, isn't it? - The end! Done.

- Yeah. - Wow.

What's it been? 15...

20 years. Yeah, that's a long time.

Remember last Christmas when you came over to my place?

Just the two of us. Lonely souls.

Turkey was huge, remember?

I always do a solid gravy.

You got there really early to get everything right.

I think I was still sleeping.

When I cook, I cook.

You never gave me the keys back to my apartment, did you?

What?

I can't... I can't remember.

I remember.

Sorry, Jackie, uh... What's this about?

Those attackers had to force Didi's door. They didn't have to force mine.

You let them into my apartment the other night, didn't you?

Nah. No. There must be other keys.

- You've got this wrong. - Have I?

Why, Leo?

Why? Why what?

Come on, love. This is us.

Yeah, that's what makes it so fucked up!

Jackie, please...

Was it just for the money? Huh?

Tell me, was it for the money?

- Isn't it always? - Oh, fuck it, Leo.

This is me, right?

Me.

Not some fucking lowlife you can just burn.

Yeah, well...

Once a dirty cop always a dirty cop.

You got that right.

I'm not getting on a plane, am I?

You still can.

Just don't mess this up, Leo.

It's too late, Jackie.

- I'm in too deep. - Please, don't.

- Is that Leo? - No, Leo got delayed.

Permanently.

Any word on Billy?

Hey, what's going on?

Why did you say my life is at risk?

Where's your case?

Case? What case?

Is that all you're bringing?

You said to bring the bare essentials. This is bare essentials.

In a briefcase?

Well, I...

I don't...

Jackie, what is happening?

Look, I need your help to liquidate all my assets, fast.

I'm going to need a lot of cash to survive this.

Survive what?

Oh, Charlie.

Will you fill him in on the latest, love?

- Hello, Sam. - Hey, Charlie.

- You live at 118 Coldershaw Road. - Surely do.

Well, about eight minutes ago, this happened.

What the fuck?

Your office got torched, too.

And they already blew up my lovely apartment.

No, no, no, no, no. This can't... This can't be happening.

That can't be real.

It's the Seven Demons, Sam.

- They're coming for me and anyone I know. - Who are the Seven Demons?

Can we talk about this on the flight?

No, we can't talk about it.

I'm not getting on the flight. I'm not going anywhere.

They're elite, ruthless assassins.

What?! Fuck off! I didn't sign up for this.

She didn't sign up for this either.

It's not about you, Sam.

Oh, it's not about... Charlie's, like, 12 years old.

What does she have to worry about? K-pop and K-holes.

I'm a grown man. I have a job. I have a career here.

Okay? I have a lot going on.

I have, um, friends, a couple of fellas come around Friday night, poker night.

Uh, well, it's my mum and Barbara, her friend Barbara.

She's not well, okay? So you can't just change plans like that.

Get on the plane, Sam.

How do I warn them about the biblical horrors coming for us

without being needlessly dramatic?

I always thought Charlie might be half ready for this.

Although, she certainly looks very young.

Sam...

Oh, God, I've just blown his little life apart.

So, what do I tell them?

Um...

Mmm...

Maybe don't use the word "biblical".

Or "horrors".

Okay, listen up, you two.

This is how it's gonna go down.

Biblical horrors?

Did you actually just say there were biblical horrors coming for us?

Trying to keep your head in the game.

Did you know about this?

You know, if you'd let me finish, you'd know I have a plan.

A plan?

Good, I love a plan. What's... What's... What's the plan?

I'll sell all my artwork, we'll make a ton of money

- and we go on the run. - What?

- Old-school? - Old-school's the best school.

Just how biblical are we talking?

- See, do you know what I hate, Charlie? - What?

Sitting on balconies with lovely views.

Criss-crossing the world only to be bored somewhere else.

Well, you said everything associated with you is about to be destroyed, boss.

You know, to be honest with you,

you know all this...

gets me excited.

After 20 years, I get to do me again.

Jackie! You haven't got a toilet in there, have you? I'm bursting.

- You should have gone on the plane. - I know, just...

You okay, boss?

- Fucking shit! - Boss!

Best day of my life.