Original subtitles

[Jackie] You don't become Jackie Price

without knowing how to win.

How much would you pay for the name

of the person who hired the Demons?

You cannot match them.

You will lose your soul, and then you will die.

[The Don] This city is closed for Jackie Price.

[Sam] I don't know what demons you're running from, Jackie Price,

but it isn't the ones who are trying to kill us.

So who the fuck are you?

[Jackie] I'm your mam.

[Gwen] Wait, wait, wait!

- I want her dead too. - Please.

Me and Fred got a deal. If this all works out, I'll be a Demon.

You should know that I am interested in you.

Hiya, Gwen.

[electricity crackling]

I hate you, and I hope you fucking die.

You're planning to end the Demons, aren't you?

[Friedrich] I desire a more executive existence.

I can expect your initial investment this week?

As of today, I'm cutting off all of your money.

There's no money, Fred!

[roars]

Poltergeist is tracking us.

[Jackie] You're not dumb enough to fuck with Poltergeist.

[Karenina] I find their server silos.

By tonight, you are penniless.

Why did you leave me?

I was terrified I wouldn't be able to protect you.

The head Demon, he killed my wife.

[Jackie] I am offering you the chance

of revenge.

Dude, what the fuck? What happened? Why didn't you shoot?

When I die, a significant fortune reverts immediately to my son.

I don't fucking need you.

[air hisses]

[electronic voice] J-J-J-Jackie Price.

[whispers] I'll be right back.

[grunts softly]

Fucking...

Hello. I am Ulla.

What can I do for you good people?

I am Poltergeist, Miss Price.

We all are.

["The Price You Pay" by Ladyhawke plays]

♪ There she goes, with a fire in the heart of her woes ♪

♪ She know what she do and she know what she running from ♪

♪ Running back, to the demons that are hard on her track ♪

♪ She hear what they say but she know where they coming from ♪

♪ Listen to me baby, I don’t wanna fight ♪

♪ Get too near, I’ll never fear, then set it all alight ♪

♪ Run, run, run as fast as you can ♪

♪ I'm not here to hold your hand ♪

♪ Money don't talk, but I sure can ♪

♪ I'm taking out the trash like the garbage man ♪

♪ Run, run, run as fast as you can ♪

♪ I'm taking it back to where it all began ♪

♪ Any last words before you die? ♪

♪ That’s the price you pay, the price you pay ♪

[phone ringing]

Ja, hello.

Are you enjoying the vineyard, Friedrich?

Still your little haven of paradise?

Oh, yes, it is, uh, quite magnificent.

Not to burden you, but my accountant can expect your payment today?

Of course, ja. I'm...

finalising the details as we speak.

Glad to hear.

You haven't run into my son, have you?

Don Markel Junior? Uh...

No, actually.

Should I have?

Some of his friends tell me he went there.

It's no matter.

I just wanted to make sure that you weren't being disturbed.

Ja, that is very thoughtful of you. Thank you.

Well, I'll leave you in peace.

Ja, ja. Thank you.

Poltergeist is a tool.

It is neutral. We are infrastructure.

Very occasionally, someone misunderstands this

and makes it personal.

I am here to provide personal support.

For my dear friend, Elka.

I am guðmóðir, godmother to Elka's daughter, Freya.

You have met her too.

Hm? I have?

Yeah.

These Demons attacked our server farms.

We journeyed here to mend the situation.

The commercial damage was significant.

But the killing of our daughter goes deeper.

For us, as deep as you can go.

Since you are a key element in this forlorn story,

I must ask

what are your intentions with the Demons?

I think I have to kill them all.

Our personal grievance with them is now settled.

Beyond that, our ethos precludes direct intervention.

But we have the resources to, let's say,

adjust the weather in your favour.

How sunny are you thinking?

It would be a significant and decisive package

to defeat the Demons.

Did that include the ninjas?

- Nay. - Oh.

They are my nieces.

My family has already put enough skin in this game.

I understand.

Charity is also against our ethos, so there would be a price.

How much?

We will get to that.

What I require first

is your plan.

If you indeed have one.

Ulla...

I'm Jackie fuckin' Price.

'Course I got a plan.

- Hold. - Sure.

Carefully.

Yeah. No, of course I'll treat this with utmost respect.

[exhales]

Hey... buddy, uh, not to...

not to rush you, old bean, but don't you think we should probably...

I had a wife.

Yeah. Jackie mentioned something about her. She, um...

...she died, right?

Mm.

Thanks to you,

yesterday was the closest I have ever come to death.

Right. We're finally going there, are we? Okay. W...

What you did to me...

...it made me see my...

- It made me see something. - Of course. I-I-I-I don't doubt it, okay?

And, if I could just explain for one second,

now that we're getting down into the nitty-gritty,

obviously... obviously, there's my side and there's your side. If I could...

It made me see that 20 years is a long time to seek vengeance.

So, thank you

for helping me realise this.

Okay.

Okay. Well, fuck, man! I mean...

You're welcome, you know? De nada. De nada.

Glad I could... Glad I could be of assistance. So let's...

Cool. Good.

I haven't finished.

No. I had a fee... Yes, please continue. Carry on, actually.

Don't be a coward anymore.

O...

Bit harsh, but...

We will find them in there.

I know who owns this land.

- Suit. - Yep.

It's all good. I wouldn't...

[Sam mutters softly]

[Sam] Escape route.

All right.

Shitload of my crypto on this, Ulla. It better be worth it.

Customer satisfaction is our holy grail.

We have family to bury.

We will be in contact with further instructions.

[loudly] Good luck, Jackie Price!

[chiming]

[sings "Calon Lân" in Welsh]

What the fuck?

Junior! Get in!

This fucking crazy German is trying to kill me!

Hey!

- [line rings] - Pick up. Pick up!

[on recording] Hello. You have reached Karenina.

I cannot take your call right now...

Scheisse! Scheisse!

Whoa!

It's a car, dude.

[beeping]

[engine starts]

- Oh! - Get in.

I can't believe you can actually... I thought it was only in the movies.

- [thudding] - Like, really far-fetched ones.

[thudding]

- What? - Uh...

[thudding]

That wasn't me, dude.

- [Sean] Oh, thank God! - This wanker?!

No, no, no, please! Please don't kill me, please!

Shit!

Ah! Fuck!

What was that?

Well, he was a bitch. That was a bitch slap.

You said not to be such a cow...

- Don't move or I'll kill you. - Yeah, he'll kill you, man.

- Okay? - I'll kill you too.

- [Sean] Wait, wait! - Start cutting your head off, twat!

[Sean] Do I know you?

What did she do?

Huh?

Oh, she's my daughter.

Call your dad, please.

So...

Are we good?

Did Markel tell you I met with a sniper?

- Yes, he did, yeah. - Oh.

[both] So...

- Please, you first. - No, no, you first.

- I owe you an apology. - Sorry I was a dick.

I should never have brought the Demons here. This is your town.

I should have had more respect.

I should have remembered we are family.

And however hard that gets,

you always carry each other.

You sounded like your dad there.

You may hate this, but you're not so different.

Um...

What do you need, Jackie?

I have a special Poltergeist delivery coming my way,

and I could use a little help with it.

My docks are at your disposal, Jackie.

[beeping]

[beeping]

[Doc] You know, if this carries on, I'll to have to start charging you taxi fare.

[door opens]

[sighs]

- What happened? - Just drive, please.

Not without answers.

- You lost Jackie Price, didn't you? - Yes.

And Karenina?

No.

What about this golden deal with Don Markel?

- That is now more complicated. - Be more specific.

We have reached an inflection point, and...

the situation now requires an escalation of force.

Or the second option.

We admit defeat.

No! No!

There is no version where that happens.

I will...

destroy and maim

and flay them over fucking fire,

and I will win.

[Jackie] Are you boys all right back there?

[Zigor, over phone] Sure. You want to tell us what we are doing here?

[Jackie] I thought you liked surprises.

[Zigor] I never said that.

[Jackie] Don't worry. These are Don Markel's guys.

Oh, he's back on side, by the way.

Just wait and see what I bought from Poltergeist.

[Jackie] Right. Any bullshit and you're back in here, right?

We're going to get through this, and we need to park our shit till later.

Okay? Get out.

I need to hear you say it.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Okay. - Let's go.

Come on, Zig.

["Block Rockin' Beats" by The Chemical Brothers plays]

[chiming]

Oh, fuck, yeah!

I mean, say what you like about those crazy Scandis, but they...

they just do it right, don't they?

Come on, here he comes.

Oh, please...

Please! Please, just let me explain.

Seems pretty clear to me.

Our lives get ripped apart, we're still in mortal danger,

and I'm fucking broke.

Anything I missed there, you little prick?

Yeah!

I had to move to Bilbao, you little prick!

- I am, I am a little prick. - Yes.

I kidded myself I was a big fucking deal, but I'm not, I'm a fucking pussy.

[sobs]

And I'm so sorry for what I've done, I swear.

Ziggy, cut his toes off.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no! I got a ton of money coming.

Hang on. Wh-What?

I got a ton of money coming.

Yeah, my dad's fortune. Billions.

You can have it, all of it.

- Is that so, is it? - [Sean] Uh-huh.

Look, I want to fix this. I want to help.

That German asshole fucking killed my dad.

He treated me like I'm a fucking entitled dickhead.

- You are an entitled dickhead. - Okay, I am.

But...

you can't choose your family.

- Tell me about it. - Hey! That's enough chat.

Listen to me, all right?

You're going to have to make it up to us,

but in the meantime, keep your head down,

your nose clean, and your mouth shut.

And if you go anywhere near my daughter,

I will rip your balls off.

Right off!

Thank you so much, ma'am. Thank you, I...

Shut up and sit down.

Yes, ma'am.

All right.

You lot settle in.

Ziggy, come and help me.

Help me load up the van.

[Sam] Hey, fuckface.

Cerveza?

Yes, sir.

That's enough.

I'll be back.

Do you want a margarita?

I don't want to kill you.

And, deep down, I don't think you want to kill me.

Go on.

I want you on our side.

- I see. - Now...

you can say no, walk away, but...

got to tell you, I can't guarantee your safety moving forward.

You don't know my employer.

He doesn't lose, ever.

You might feel like you are in the ascendant,

but he will know how to use that against you.

He's not a gangster. He's a warlord.

But that's not you, is it?

I will pick the winning side to save my skin, and that is that.

Okay.

So where are all the new Demons, then?

Maybe it suits Fred that I've been knocking them off one by one.

Do you think they were becoming inconvenient to his plans?

Because if they were, you're the only one left.

I hope you aren't becoming inconvenient to your ex-husband.

Spoiler alert,

we have way more fun.

Christ, you've got an attractive personality.

[Jackie] I've also got a load of C4 high explosives for you.

Call it a welcome gift.

[Doc] And what exactly do you want me to do?

[Jackie] I need you to take Fred for a little drive tomorrow.

I'll let you know where in the morning.

[Doc] You want me to blow up my ex-husband?

It's him or us, Doc.

[Gwen] What are we havin', then?

[Jackie] Oi!

[Sam] Hey...

What's going on with Zigor?

- Hmm? - Look at him.

He's even more brooding-hombre vibes than usual.

Yesterday, he could have easily shot Karenina's van.

She was right there, he had it right in his sights, and he just...

I don't know, he just froze.

He just let her go.

What else happened out there, then?

Uh... Hm.

Maybe you should ask him.

[electro dance music plays]

What the fuck?

Oh, he's got some moves!

Hey, what are we going to do tomorrow,

when this is all over?

When we stop running, and there's a clean slate.

Can me and you have a chat?

Not like me as a mam and you as a daughter, but just like...

...two people, just having a chat.

Hm? What do you think about that?

Do you fancy a beer?

Yeah, go on.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Ah, lovely.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Alright, Zig?

Oh, that's a nice set of knives you've got.

[Zigor] These were a gift from my wife

on our wedding day.

Sounds like my kind of girl.

Last night...

...she visited me... in the woods.

I was about to die, and my wife came to me.

She didn't speak,

but I heard her voice, clear as I hear yours now.

I cannot kill anymore.

This is it.

It's time for me to stop.

Does she know who killed her?

'Cos I'm telling you, if it was me,

I'd want Friedrich's head on a bloody stick.

No, she doesn't want vengeance.

She wants peace,

for us both.

[beeping]

[laughs]

[Zigor] Goodbye, Jackie.

[Jackie] Think about what I said.

Where's he going? Hey! Zig!

Don't leave! Amigo!

- [Jackie] Let him go. - [Sam] He can't fuck off!

He's the only one of us who knows what they're doing.

Well, you step up.

I bet you don't know why I wanted to meet you here. Hm?

I thought you wanted to destroy Jackie Price.

We haven't got time for this.

We used to meet on that bridge in Berlin.

We fixed a padlock to the railings, wrote our names on it.

You seemed...

epic to me. You made me feel epic.

You were hope. You were joy.

You were the glorious, glistening future,

and it was so, so real!

And everything since

has been like swimming back to us then.

I'm so tired of swimming alone.

- I understand. - Ja? Do you really?

Helen...

Dear Helen...

Please say it.

Is there a future for us?

I feel there might be.

So why did you go and meet Jackie Price?

And why is your car wired to explode?

Bitte.

What are you doing?

No, no. You're not coming today, remember?

I'm going to drop you off at the Don's house and pick you up after.

Oh, what the fuck?

- Gwen, I told you. - For fuck's sake!

[Gwen] I don't care anyway.

All right, you two, come over here.

Okay, one last time, this is it, all right?

- Are you still hungover? - No.

- Yes, you are. - No.

- It's not going to affect me. - I'm counting on you, Sam.

- I'll be fine. - I need you to step up.

Jackie...

I'll be fine.

Jackie...

...you need to follow me.

[Jackie] Change of plan, is it, Doc?

[gun clanks gently]

You may thank your daughter for this.

And thank you for your explosive gift here.

It gave me this wonderful idea.

[gasps]

Ha!

[Friedrich] Let's go for a ride.

["Winds Of Change" by Scorpions plays]

You seriously blame me for this, don't you?

You abused my trust.

You disappeared in our marriage.

Put your ridiculous so-called work above everything.

Wow.

Talk about projection.

You are a bad wife!

You are a selfish lover!

Yes, you are. You are!

An emotional vampire. Ja.

You suck and gorge the blood.

I'm not the one wearing a suicide vest, you self-pitying German prick.

[song ends]

Take a seat, dear Helen.

Why are you looking at me?

I really let you down, didn't I?

It's like family Christmas in Dusseldorf. [chuckles]

Hey, um, Friedrich... Can I call you Friedrich? Or Fred?

Can I just say, straight off the bat,

what a... what a great admirer I am of all things Germanic, really.

What are we talking here? We're talking Mahler,

we're talking Boris Becker, Bratwurst, Currywurst, Volkswagen...

- Sam. May I call you Sam? - Absolutely.

Shut your fucking mouth, you moron!

Copy that.

Also, we are here to see if you are right and I am wrong.

I believe that we are simple beasts at heart.

We pretend that we want love and family and friendship.

No. All we want is to survive.

Everything else is stories for children.

So, I make you a promise.

The first of you to kill another,

you can walk away. Bop!

And the rest of you can die here.

You're pathetic!

Thought you would approve, ja.

So, if none of you feels the urge to survive,

then you win, ja?

And your corpses will feed the eagles for weeks.

If at any point you think it a good idea to shoot me,

you all lose anyway.

Friedrich, I did this to you.

This means you should be punishing no one else.

You don't get it, Jackie.

This is how I punish you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa!

This shit's all on me, I'm the fucking asshole.

Sean!

- No. - It's all my fault.

[sniffling]

[exhales]

I'm sorry.

But that doesn't count, Ja?

You put the gun down.

Put it down.

Time to begin.

I will give you...

[timer clicks, chicken clucking]

- I will give you... - [timer clicks, chicken clucking]

- Shit! - [chicken squawks]

Three minutes.

[ticking]

["A Fistful Of Dollars" plays]

No.

No.

Sorry.

No, don't be sorry, Doc.

No one's to blame here, all right?

Quite relieved, actually.

I was definitely going to kill one of you, so...

Thank you.

We're all gonna fucking die.

Pick it up, love.

- What? - [Jackie] Go on.

I fucking took his money, didn't I?

I know you did.

Please, pick it up.

I'll pick it up!

Yeah. Sorry, man.

Everyone is sorry, suddenly. Excellent.

Just do what you gotta do, bro.

- Sam. - Yeah?

No.

I just want to walk away. Is that really so fucking unreasonable?

Alright, fuck it. How about her? She is awful.

Hey! Listen to me.

Think about this now.

Do you wanna go through your whole life with this in your head?

I don't think so. Put it down.

Sam, you're not the type.

[faintly] Ah, yeah, well...

Fuck you, man.

[continues retching] Oh, fuck me!

Fucking hell.

[spitting]

[ticking continues]

Do it for me.

Go on.

He's gonna fucking kill us all anyway.

Is he?

I don't know.

I want to die hoping.

You'll do that for me, won't you?

Gwen.

Gwen?

No, I can't.

No. No. No.

At least I can dream you had a life.

That's all I need.

Go on, do it.

Do it for your mam.

Okay.

[Sam] Woah, woah, woah, woah!

Stop! No, stop! We should talk about this!

[Sean] Just do it and shoot me next.

No, hang on. Why? Why?

Wh... Why does she get to live and the rest...

Why do you have to die?

[faintly] Fuck!

No, I... I can't. I can't.

- [rooster crows] - Whoa! No. Time is up.

[Sean, faintly] Gonna fucking die! Fuck!

[sobbing]

[Friedrich] I'm wrong.

Gah! I am wrong.

But you win. So now you can die.

I wonder which of you will be first, ja?

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe!

[Sam] Fuck!

I had to execute the Mexican football team once.

This should be quicker.

You can be last, Jackie.

Like the goalkeeper.

[high-pitched whirring]

Oh! Was ist das?

[Jackie] Showtime.

[Western movie-style music plays]

[inaudible]

[Sam] We good?

Ladies? We good?

Zigor fucking Zabaleta.

[Jackie] I was right, wasn't I?

Sometimes you just need cold-blooded revenge.

Best day of my life?

Nah.

I'm just getting fucking started.

["Spinning Wheel" by Shirley Bassey plays]

♪ What goes up must come down ♪

♪ Spinnin' wheel gotta go 'round ♪

♪ Talkin' 'bout your troubles, it's a cryin' sin ♪

♪ Ride a painted pony, let your spinnin' wheel spin ♪

♪ Drop all your troubles on the riverside ♪

♪ Catch a painted pony, let the spinning wheel fly ♪

- I got you a double, all right, Zig? - Awesome.

To us. Cheers.

Yeah. Cheers, everyone.

Oh, come on!

What's wrong with you lot?

We just defeated the Seven fucking Demons!

Yeah!

- You're all going to get your lives back. - [Sam grunts]

- Hey, Sam. - Hm?

What's the grand plan?

Well, I don't have a home to go to since these assholes blew it up,

so I guess that's me staying on my mum's sofa bed, begging for my old job back.

What about you, Doc?

Various prisons.

Oh, well, they've got to catch you first, haven't they?

To complete my training, I'll have to spend another thousand hours

with psychopathic personalities.

It's a living.

What about you, love?

Hmm...

Well, it seems to me that nobody has anything they really want doing, really.

Except for me and Zig,

because me and Zig,

we

are going to take over the Seven Demons brand.

- Yeah! - What?

[Zigor] And we'll do it our own way.

Now, we do have a bit of a cash-flow issue,

because Sean's family are contesting his dad's will.

Yeah, you know, fuck money.

Yeah, fuck money.

It's all right. It's all right, because you know what?

We're going to rob a bank.

- [Sam laughs] - What are you laughing at?

- Sorry. - Sam.

You are a born outlaw.

A born out... Have you ever met me before, Zigor?

Don't think that you can just... Did you mean that?

Would I be allowed to study you, personally?

Well, of course.

Sorry to piss on everyone's pancakes,

but if there's one thing I'm good at, it's counting.

And there's only six of us.

I'm not being funny, but the Six Demons sounds

- fucking shit. - No, you're right there, Sam.

You're right, and you have always been good with numbers.

Oi! Get your ass over here.

Who's this fucking dweeb?

This fucking dweeb is on a sabbatical for his sins.

Touring the saunas of middle Europe.

Amazing what you learn in those hot, tight, sticky, little places.

Par exemple - a private bank in Zurich

that's just begging to be relieved of its oligarch treasures.

Who's in?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

This is irresponsible. Absolutely not.

There is a zero-percent chance.

No!

["Live Fast Die Young Bad Girls Do It Well" by MIA plays]

♪ Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well ♪

♪ Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well ♪

♪ Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well ♪

♪ Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well... ♪

[music ends]