All language subtitles for Tango One.2018-Eng

Mr. Donovan?

When I first came here,

I thought, "This is more
peaceful than London."

Idyllic.

Just beautiful.

It's your move.

I'm making it.

Then I realised...

All this, it's not a great view.

It's just sea and sky.

What I thought was
paradise was actually a prison.

I hadn't escaped London.

I'd been exiled.

I've taken your queen.

And I was sad to discover

there were also people
here wanting to bring me down.

Your move, Evan.

Why so cheerful?

That's... that's my affair.

And speaking of
affairs, how old is she?

Twenty.

Fourteen.

Yeah. Yeah, she's
young, but she's

very mature, you know.

It's not what you think.
- She's a child.

Do they know?

Your handler?

Or is this all part of your cover story
to make you more believable to me?

How long have you known?

Long enough.

Can you imagine what I've been
through to get close to you bastards?

How long it's taken?

Well, you've wasted your time.

No, not if I get
the great Donovan.

Have you gathered
enough evidence yet?

Fuck evidence.

I'm just going to kill you.

What about the paperwork?

Nah. You know they've
tried that route before.

So you would rather kill me in
cold blood than do things legally?

I hate paperwork.

You deserve
everything coming to you.

Andy Hathaway.

You've been a naughty boy.

A very naughty boy! -

Owe?

Doyle, what the fu...

Why are you
calling me Andy?

Yeah. Yeah, we all
thought you were called Doug.

You even look like a Doug.

But you've only been
pretending to be one of us.

What the fuck are you
talking about? Where's Donovan?

Mr Donovan has asked me
to have a wee chat with you.

Doyle, look,

whatever the fuck you think
I've done, just fucking tell me,

'cause there'll be... there'll
be a fucking explanation, right?

Do you ever see what one of
these can do to a man, Andy?

I've not done
it myself, not yet.

But I've seen fingers,
toes, nails pulled out.

I've even seen someone pull
an eye out with one of these, Andy.

All right, stop fucking calling
me Andy. My name's not Andy.

Do you remember telling us
about that guy you met way back,

who was shipping
for us out of here?

Evan. What about him?

Well, you'll never believe it,
but it turns out he was a narc.

Undercover. A snitch.

What?

Are you serious?
- Spare it, Andy.

I had no idea.

You brought Evan in.
You knew.

I swear on my mother's
life, I had no fucking idea.

So we started looking
at other little things,

speaking to people
here and there, about you.

This is bollocks.

'Cause it's the little things
that count, isn't it, Andy?

No. No, it's Evan.
He must have been stirring.

All of those wee little things...

Don't be silly.

...add up to one...
- Don't.

...big thing!

We just want to know
who you've been talking to.

Dear God, please.
- God?

He knows you're
a Judas as well.

So you can drop the act, eh?

We know everything.

All right, Doyle.

You gonna kill me now?

Well, if it were up to me,
you two-faced, backstabbing...

undercover fuck,

I'd hold you underwater

and watch till your last
breath
bubbled to the surface.

But

Mr Donovan reckons
you love being a field agent.

Doyle, don't be silly.

Just get me Donovan.
Let me talk to him.

Imagine...

Imagine if you were
suddenly impaired physically.

You'd have to take
a desk job, wouldn't you?

Just let me talk to
him. Let me talk to him.

Just let me talk to him. Just let me talk to him.

And that would be like a
prison sentence for someone like you.

Just get me Donovan.
Just get me Donovan.

Get me Donovan. No.

Now, I've not done this before,

so you'll have to
forgive me if I fuck it up.

Andy here's the last agent who
managed to get even close to Tango One.

To Donovan.

He's the best we ever
produced. And we almost...

Fucking almost had the bastard.

I was with him when his
last really big deal went through.

$30 million.

Then I brought someone
in who was on our side,

but, um, he fucked up.

Donovan seems to be able to
just spot anyone we set against him.

So we need to change our
tactics. We need to get dirty.

And we need
your sign-off on this.

Look, I'm sorry I'm not going to
give you a PowerPoint presentation,

but none of this can be official.

Donovan has
connections everywhere.

Now, I'm fucked.
Donovan's ruined my life plan.

I'd really like to ruin his.

So, what's this new approach?

We need to attack
Donovan from every angle.

We need to honey-trap
him with a mistress,

get someone to start
fucking his wife or his daughter.

Someone to be his
cleaner, his chauffeur.

Someone in his
legal team, accounts.

Someone he trusts in
security. One of them will pay off.

How long do you need?

Well, these targets are
going to be tough to find,

so it's not going to be months.

This is going to take years.

No middlemen at all.

We can drop our
product anytime, anywhere.

Much more reasonable than
those fucking Colombians, yes?

And how do you manage to
buy all these planes and ships?

Who said I buy them?

In Russia, if you
can steal, you steal.

Air Force so big anyway,
they'll not miss one less plane.

But we have business?

I need to get
some finance in place.

Because I can
go to other people,

but I want business with you.

I'll keep in touch.

Hi, Vicky. It's me.

I'm just about to fly home.
I was hoping to talk to you and Zoe.

I love you.

How was the flight?

Long. - You made an
impression on the Russians.

They sent you
a gift. By the pool.

I'm Elektra.

And I'm married.

Is your wife here?

Then what does it matter?

It matters to me.
Enjoy the view.

I am.

Boy, to be young
and single. Doyle.

Sir.

Would you mind
driving Miss Elektra home?

My pleasure, boss.

So, Elektra, your
time's been paid for, right?

He was quite specific
who I should entertain.

Fucking Russians.

Vicky, it's me, your
husband, again. Call me.

Oh, that feels so good.

Oh, shit. Oh,
that feels so good.

Oh, fuck, fuck. We need to go
upstairs before Zoe gets home.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Just... Just give me a minute.

She could be
home at any moment.

She's not going to give a fuck.

She doesn't give
a fuck about anyone,

but she'll waste no time in
stirring it up between me and him.

Oh, fuck him.
He does my head in.

We should just
take his money and go.

Why? What we've got is perfect.

Yeah, yeah, it's not.
I want you. I want you to myself.

You've got me.

Do you want to stay with him?
- We've been through this.

I'm his wife,
but he controls us.

What, because he's got money?
- And money's important.

You do know
I'm his accountant?

I literally can take all of his
money. - You can do that?

How? - Finish me
off and I'll tell you.

Please, just a little bit more.

Look, bitch, you've
hoovered up enough tonight

to become a
walking drugs mule.

I just need a bit more.

All right, look... Ah-ah-ah!
Don't kiss me with those lips, all right?

I don't know where
you've been all evening.

Please?

All right, I'll tell you what.

You can have this

if you can make me happy.

Is that the same gear as earlier?

Beggars and choosers, Zoe.
Beggars and choosers.

All right.

Go on.

All right, yeah,
less of the groaning.

More hand action, yeah.

Fuck!

Go! Get the fuck out,
you dirty fucking bitch!

Jesus fucking Christ!

Whoa. Don't leave
me on the edge.

Are you fucking kidding me? I've
got to go and stop Zoe telling her dad.

She's fucking high. He's busy.

I'm busy.
What's the urgency?

Just making sure
everything's on its way to the UK.

Why wouldn't it be?
- Things can happen.

Has anything happened the
countless times we've done business?

No.

Fair enough.
Don't worry about it.

I know that Carlos ain't gonna...

Carlos?

Uh, yeah, you mentioned
someone called Carlos would be, uh...

I never mention names,

and you should definitely
never mention his name to anyone.

My mistake.
- Definitely your mistake.

Boss.

It's him.

Hello? Hello?

Carlos.
An unexpected surprise.

And yet, you
were expecting me.

I have friends at the airport.
- I flew into a private airport.

I have friends at every airport.

Huh.

Anyway, it was just too hot and
humid in Colombia at the moment,

so I decided to come here.

Don't get me
wrong. I like things hot,

but I just... I hate to sweat.

Well, if you're looking
for somewhere to stay...

That's just so kind of
you, Donovan, thank you,

but I would never
invade your beautiful home.

Carlos, have I
ever let you down?

Donovan, have I
ever let you down?

Have you been talking
to my London contact?

Have you been
talking to some Russians?

See, you're not the only
one that has friends at airports.

What's all this about, Carlos?

You know, Donovan, when
people start talking to Russians,

trouble is usually not far away.

I'm sorry you feel the
need to check up on me.

No, it's not that.

No, no, no, no.
Knowledge is power.

Money is power. - Money.
Knowledge. Power. It's all connected.

But this new friend of yours...
- No friend of mine.

As I was saying,
this new friend of yours

is sneaking weapons to
Colombia for the guerrilla.

Do you know that?

Well, what the Russians choose to do
in their spare time is of no concern to me.

Good, good.

Well, guns in, cocaine out.

Makes a very messy business.

So my friends at
the Colombian government,

they're not happy about
the guerrilla getting stronger.

Do you understand that?

Like I said, I know nothing of this.

Right.

Perhaps that's them on the phone?

No, it's not.

Look, I know it's your second
language, but can we speak plain English?

Why are you here?

Well, Russians are
uneducated thugs that will kill you,

as you say, in plain
English, at the drop of hats.

Uh...

That's exactly what they
say about the Colombians.

Can I call her back?
- I think you need to hear this.

You just take it if it's important.

Hi, Zoe. I'm right in the
middle of something here, love.

Dad, Mum's fucking the accountant.

What are you talking about?

I don't know if this
is the first time or...

You sound odd, Zoe.
Are you all right?

Zoe! Zoe!

Open this door right now!
- Dad, I've got to go.

Zoe, wait!

Fuck. - Whoa,
that was important.

I've never heard
you swear before.

It's nothing. It's...

Just a... Something personal.
- I understand.

Hey, as long as your personal business
doesn't interfere with my business.

You have 24 hours to
get me my money, Ok?

Should you not comply to do this,
I could consider that a default.

And in my world,
no one defaults.

No one.

You all right, boss?

Why the fuck did you call him?

I thought he should
know about you and him.

Can you just give us a minute?

Well, maybe he should know
about some of your little secrets.

Oh, what, you mean the drugs?

Yeah, like you give
a fuck about that.

I could be dead in a gutter
and you wouldn't notice, Mum.

Oh, I get it. You're just
doing it for attention, right?

You're married to a good man,
and you're fucking a weasel of a man.

What does that say about you?

I literally just walked in
on you giving a man a blow job.

Are you saying...

I'm your mother, and I'm the one...
- You're barely my mother.

Your stupid dad is not
raring to look after you.

And you think he's so fantastic,
so great, and you hate me.

I can't even listen to this.
I cannot even listen to this right now.

Stewart Sharkey.

What's going on?

I'm being screwed by the
same guy who's screwing my wife.

Fuck.

He's cleaned my
accounts out. - What?

I promised the number
one supplier in Colombia

I'd have his money by
tomorrow, and now it's gone.

Well, I'll set up a meeting,
find out where he's staying.

It would be a very short meeting,
and I wouldn't be leaving it alive.

Now, I want you to stay
here. Keep a low profile.

What are you going to do?

Go home.

It'll be okay, Vics.
- How is it going to be okay?

He'll be coming for us right now.

He's not fucking Superman.
It's an eight-hour flight, for a start.

Come on.
- Just leave me alone.

This is all your fault.

That's not fair.

He's hardly going to
care about what's fair.

I always said not there.

Your place, hotels.
That's what we agreed.

But you just had to
do it in his bed, didn't you?

Spray your fucking
seed on the competition.

Oh, so it's all my fucking
fault, is it? - He's going to kill us.

He'll need to
find us to do that.

Look, can't you see
this is meant to be?

Us together, properly.

I'm fed up with him treating
you like shit and me like a servant.

We both deserve a better life,
and you're going to get that.

And how are you
going to afford that?

I transferred his money
into an off-shore account.

You serious?

We're rich.

Sir.

You know, you're going
to get a really sore throat

if you keep shouting like that.

It's all right because we've
got plenty of water for you.

Don't go anywhere.

Sorry to interrupt.
Are you okay, sir?

What? Yeah, I was married once.

You get used to that kind of
verbal abuse. It's nothing. What is it?

Okay. I thought
you'd like to see this.

Donovan's house.

Well, well.

I wonder what he'll make
of this. - He already knows.

The daughter called him.
I've sent you the taped conversation.

Well, I do believe the cock
will be coming home to roost.

Alert airport security,
for what it's worth,

and head up a team
to cover the house. - Sir.

When was this?
- About an hour ago.

Right, have them tracked. Get me
some high-quality images from that.

Sir.

Any sign?

Come on, Donovan.
Where are you?

Anything?

Not a peep, sir.

That's suspicious.
Have a walk around. - Sir.

I think I hear something.

We have to be
certain Donovan is inside.

Approaching the house.

Living room clear.

Someone's inside the kitchen.

Oh!

Wait. There's something.

What does it mean?

It's a broken compass.

It means misdirection.
The fucker knew we were watching.

He was probably
there an hour before us.

Is it ever too
early for champagne?

Your boss, he doesn't mind?

While the cat's
away, the mice will play.

Speaking of pussy...

What? I paid for
you for the whole day.

I didn't know I'd be working all day.

Well, what can
I tell you, Elektra?

You're so damn
horny to look at.

Ohm

Carlos.
- What?

I checked my
account this morning, Doyle.

Nothing there.

There was a problem.

Mr Donovan's sorting it out.

And now, why is his problem
all of a sudden my problem?

Shh.

Where is he?

In London, I told you, sorting it out.
You'll get your fucking money.

You bet your ass I will.

But I have to send a message
now that Donovan has failed me.

It's the downside of being
somebody else's henchman, Doyle.

It's not all champagne
and hooker blow jobs.

No offence.

Carlos. Mr Rodriguez, please.

Mmm-hmm?
- What do you want from me?

How can I get in touch with him?

He's off-radar.

The moment anyone
knows he's back in the UK,

he'll be back on
the most wanted list.

Oh, yes, yes.

He did say something about
this, uh, Tango One status, right?

He wouldn't have told you that.

And yet, somehow
I know. Weird, huh?

So, how could you
get in touch with him,

say, if you were in a
desperate situation, like this one?

It's impossible.

Come on, Doyle.

You can do better than that.

I've got a number.

A number.

Now we're talking.

Interesting.

And I'm sure you have
a lot of addresses here as well.

Carlos, if you just...

Just let me call him
and sort it out. - But wait.

If I have your phone,

why the hell do
I need you then?

En agua.

No, no. Wait. Please.

No. No. Carlos, please.

No.

So...

What is it going to be? Hmm?

Deep throat

or deep end?

Doyle, it's me again.

Call me back.

Hi.

Hi, Dad.

What...

Let me speak first.

How long have you
been taking drugs?

I... it's nothing.

It's just...
- How long?

That was, like, my first time.

Don't lie to me, Zoe.

I found these in your room.

And you've lost a lot of
weight since I saw you last.

You remember when that was?

I know I haven't been the
greatest father in the world,

but you know why
I can't be in the UK.

And yet, you can be
here if you choose. Like now.

To sort this mess out, and
now it seems to sort you out, too.

I'm fine.
- Well, you don't look it,

and I'm going
to get you clean.

You can't just
show up and do this.

This is my life, and you left it.

I left you here, with your mum,

so you could
finish private school.

Oh-ho.

Another surprise.

Please tell me
you're still at school.

I quit last term.

It was boring, and
Mum said it didn't matter.

Oh, did she?

When was anyone
going to tell me?

Huh. Well, the
school is still charging me.

Biggest crooks
I've ever come across.

Hey, clean and dry.

Vodka.

Where's Mum?

She did a runner.

I don't suppose
she mentioned anything to you?

It wasn't that kind of
goodbye when I saw her last.

What are you going to do?
Hunt them down and fuck him up?

If he's lucky.

And don't swear.
You know I don't like it.

Hey!

Fuck me. You
look younger, Mr D.

Fuck me.
You look older, Zoe.

I am older since
you last saw me.

Aye, not that fucking old, eh?

No wonder he wants me
to make you go cold turkey.

Wait. What? You're getting one of your
old gangster friends to take care of me?

Good parenting, Dad.
- Zoe, it's just for today.

I've got some serious
business I need to put to rest,

then you become my priority.

Once again, I'm way
down the list of priorities.

Zoe.

I don't think you're paying me
enough. This is going to be horrors.

I appreciate it.

Take her to the
lockup in the countryside.

And don't take
any of her attitude.

Are you okay, Mr D? It sounds
like you've got a lot on your hands.

The less you know, the better.

You take care.
- Aye.

It's good to see you.

Only because you're
billing me for your time.

Ah.

How much do you know?

Nothing.

Everything.

But I can tell you
that there is a Mr Big,

from South America,

who is coming here
for you, in London.

You know this for sure?
- Of course.

In this line of business,
I need to be sure.

My wife and accountant.

I know.

I mean,

who would want to
lose their wife to, uh...

Well, to an accountant?

They'll know I'm
looking for them,

so I need them found fast.

Do you never want to see them
again or just have conversation?

Both.
- In which order?

Are you sure?
Regarding your wife.

The police will suspect.

It will be something else they
can get you on. You do realise that.

I don't care.

I can make it painful, or I
can make it quick. You decide.

No.

I know how I want it done.

There he is.
Got your message.

This is?
- Jamie Fullerton.

Finger-on-the-pulse kind of chap.

He knows all the quick
buyers in the business.

Maury, I asked you
to shift these paintings.

Please don't tell me you've been
broadcasting I need quick buyers.

No, no, no. Listen, listen.

The market isn't the same
as when you bought them.

Don't tell me I'll lose money on
them. "Solid gold", you told me.

They're holding their value.

It's the speed
you wanna sell 'em.

He's your man.

I take it you want
these sold super pronto?

WW do you say that?

That's why people come to me.

Fast sale, quick
cash. Expeditious.

And you can guarantee that?
- Depends on what's for sale.

But what you've
got here is good.

Very, very good.

It's a shame, really.

If you held out more,
you could strike a bargain.

And if I did just want to cash in...

How much do you
think these could make?

Ah, Jamie's got
buyers in the city.

Clients with money to burn.

But, listen, I can take those
van Dyck sketches off you now.

What would you like for 'em?

Well, you tell me.
I bought them off you.

One hundred and fifty.

Two hundred.

The Rembrandt there is gold dust.

I'll have no problem
shifting that on.

I'm amazed these aren't in a safe
somewhere. You should be careful.

Mr Donovan has
a certain reputation.

Only a fool would
steal from him.

I need the money in banker's
draughts made out to this name.

Carl... - Only you
need to know the name.

Let's keep Maury out of this.

Thank you, old boy.

Right, now you have the name.

You have the paintings.
Now just get me the money.

Oh, and one more thing.

I'm in an unforgiving
frame of mind at the moment.

Don't try to cheat me.

Go on, you fucker, you!

Jesus!

Gun, Zoe!

Ray? Ray, are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, it's
Donovan. He's home.

Donovan.

Daddy?

They want to talk to you.

Are you there?
- Zoe?

So, where's my money?

It's temporarily unavailable.

Wrong answer.

Amigo, let me
explain the situation.

I'm very tired.

Very jet-lagged.
My feet are cold.

And I have come from a
fucking long way to collect my debt.

So what do we do?

Donovan, you never told me
that your daughter was so cute.

You dare touch her...
- And you'll do what exactly? Huh?

Let her go.

But not Ray, right?

Poor old Ray, huh?

He doesn't mean
as much to you.

Like Doyle.

Your money's coming.

Carlos: Hmm.

I'm pretty sure the only
thing that will be coming tonight

will be me.

You're a smart man, Carlos.

You kill us, you'll
never see your money.

I like to think of myself
as a smart man. Mmm-hmm.

And as a smart
man, I know for a fact

that I just have to keep your
ass alive in order to get my money.

Have you heard of
the Colombian necktie?

I'm sure you have.
You're a very well-travelled man.

But have you seen it...

What's the word?
Uh, per... "performed"?

Is that a word? "Performed"?
Have you seen it performed?

Um, see it "executed".

Oh, that's good.
That's better. - Mmm-hmm.

You'll get your
money. I swear.

Don't do this. - Of course
you will get me my money.

I was ripped off
by my accountant.

He's taken everything.
Done a runner.

All I can hear right
now is, "I am in a deep shit".

I can get you $1 million in cash, now.

I have someone
selling my art collection,

and that will bring in
around $3 million tomorrow night.

That's not even half
of what you owe me.

But the gear hasn't arrived
yet. I've not ripped you off.

Listen, okay.
Sorry about that.

I think we can deal with
this in a better fashion, okay?

As a sign of goodwill,
I am willing to accept this.

You bring me almost half of the
money you owe me tomorrow,

and in exchange,

I will give you almost
half of your friend today.

What do you think? Huh?
- Zoe. Zoe, look at me.

Look at me.
Don't look. Look at me!

Oh, come on, Donovan.

You know he was dead
the minute you call him.

So what do we do
to keep your daughter alive?

He was such a lovely man.

He was.

So, tell me about
these customers of yours.

Do they pay you the minute
they get the merchandise?

They do, sure.
- The $12 million?

Fourteen.

Whoa.

Four... $14 million?

That's a fucking great deal,
you sneaky little bastard.

And are they aware
of your financial struggles?

Listen, just let her go,
and we'll sort this out.

Oh, boy.

Oh, you really are in
a deep shit, aren't you?

Because if I don't
kill you, they will.

But if they kill you,

I lose everything.

When the gear arrives,

they'll pay me the $14 million.

Plus the cash and the paintings.

That's over $18 million.

Just let her go.

So why do I need you
in the equation exactly?

Because it's my deal.

This is my...
they're my clients.

For the moment, yes.

Well, that's...
of course it is

if you can get yourself
out of this mess you are into.

Carlos. Don't take her.

Enjoy nature.

I really need to
move out of this hotel.

Look...

I said I'd let you know where to
meet. What are you doing here?

Pretty much the answer to any
question you ask me is Carlos Rodriguez.

I warned you not
to mention his name.

You're frisking me for a gun?

You really don't know me.

When we first met,

I was kind of offended that
you never seemed to trust me.

All that cloak-and-dagger stuff.

Oh, Ricky, Ricky, Ricky.
You know this business.

You can't be too cautious.

And that's what
I learnt from you.

Look, don't take this the wrong way,
but can we continue this tomorrow?

Okay.

He wants to meet
you face-to-face.

Who's running this import?

You or Rodriguez?
- I am.

Seems like he is.

I'm confused.

I don't like being confused.

The shipment is
good and on its way.

Nothing has changed for you.

The money hasn't changed.
The product hasn't changed.

The timings haven't changed.

You're still a man
of your word?

I am.

I should trust you more
than Sefior Rodriguez?

Always.

When do I get to meet him?

Tomorrow.

Can I go to bed now?

And whatever you
might think is happening,

don't trust him.

And don't cut
me out of the deal.

I said I wanted to
meet with your buyer.

Not you.

You know what they say,

"Too many crooks spoil the broth."

"Cooks".

No, I think I was right.

He wanted to
make sure it was safe.

He has no reason to fear me.

I'm actually gonna make sure
that he knows and understands

that I want our
business to work fine.

I recommend that you
keep me part of this deal, Carlos.

Dad?

Listen, I offer you
a friendly reminder

that you have about 24 hours

to get me back my money.

And she offers a
not-so-friendly reminder

of what is at stake.
- Carlos.

I'll let you know
where to drop the money.

Oh, and, by the way,
bring your art dealer, will you?

I just want to
thank him personally.

What the fuck's going on?

So you must be Ricky Jordan?

You must be in charge.

Carlos: See, Donovan?

He knows what this is about.

Very nice meeting you.

Donovan's back.

And he's dealing here in London.

Has he gone insane? Why?

Domestic problems.
Running low on cash.

He's running around,
talking to anyone who'll listen.

Christ. How do you know this?

On!

You spooks do love your
cloak-and-dagger shit, don't you?

It's Donovan.

How concrete's the intel?
- Good.

Excellent. Just as we planned.

You mean... The sleepers?

Didn't I tell you
everything would be okay?

Don't be an idiot.

What? This is what
you wanted, isn't it?

Yeah. But you
know my husband.

We're home free.

Trust me.

Thank you for the payment.

What do you think? Do you
like my new establishment?

No.

You know, I have this thing.

Every time I travel,
I have to buy something.

So I bought this place.

A very good price for
a high-profile customer base,

with all the girls thrown in.

I mean, some of them are
at the end of their shelf life, but...

Can we get on with this?

Tick-took, tick-tack,
tick-tack. Sure.

I'm sure you would like to know
that I struck a deal with Jordan.

So along with this, your
debt will almost be clear.

Where's my daughter?

Oh, she's fine.

Untouched. For the moment.

Ah. Would you
like to talk to her?

What do you think?

So you must be the
guy selling the paintings.

My daughter's here?

Fuck off!

Zoe, it's me.

Oh, my God. Have you
come to get me out?

It's horrible here.
- I'm doing everything I can.

Except kick the door down.

Zoe, I literally have
a gun to my head.

I'm going to get you out.

Are you okay?
Have they touched you?

No.

But they inject the girls with
drugs, and I hear all kinds of sounds.

It's... It's a nightmare.

I know, Zoe. I know.

Dad, do you trust him, that man?

Dad? Dad.

Dad!

Dad!

I'm so happy we got
to an agreement, man.

Me, too.

Well, Donovan, come on. Join us.

See, everything was
fine. No need to worry.

She's still a virgin.

Oh, what? Why are you
giving me that look for?

Did you see the
look he just gave me?

I mean, I would certainly expect
a little more gratitude from your part.

I'm just helping your little
daughter to stay off drugs,

which is ironic,
considering where she is.

Perhaps I should go.

You know how these
girls are. It's funny.

They can never get enough.

Should you not pay me
the money you owe me,

I might give her a little
something to ease her pain.

Perhaps even one
of your products.

I've got a few
more clients to meet.

Don't worry.
- I'm coming with you.

Really, there's no need.

Look, a lot's relying
on you doing your job fast.

At the top is getting my daughter
back alive. I'm coming with you.

Fifteen years
since I was here last.

Recognise it still?

Must have changed
a bit though, eh?

Actually, no.

The girls are a
little younger though.

D.D.

Good God.

Terry James, good to see you.

I heard you'd moved
abroad. How are you?

I can't complain.

I'm just here
for a little business.

Business, eh?

Same old?

A little more international.

But nothing
happening in here. Right?

Just to make it crystal.

I wouldn't dream
of it. Seriously.

This is just a social visit.

It's good to see you.

And you.

Hello, Mr James.
I'm Jamie Fullerton.

I know who you are.

You know Terry James?
- Maybe.

But do we ever really
know someone, Jamie?

You want to leave.

It's just that drunk
city boys come in here,

and I'll be able to sell the
paintings quickly. - Jamie!

Mimes!
- Hey.

Hi, gorgeous.
How are you? - I'm good.

Mimi. Louise.

Hi. I'm Suzie.

Mmm. You are.

Uh, Jamie, I am actually here.

I'm Louise.

I deduced that.

Pleased to meet you.

Okay. And you are?

Probably best if you don't know.

I'm sorry. I didn't
mean it that way.

How did this club get
Mr Donovan to grace its presence?

You chose to ignore my advice.

Rodriguez?

You know how it is.
Time is money. Money is happiness.

You remind me of
someone who broke my heart.

Really? Silly cow.

Yeah. You're right.

She was...
- Ricky.

It's all gonna be sweet.
I can work with him.

The consignment arrives
in Felixstowe this evening.

It's cushty.

So, darling, tell me about you.

Oh, I'm just a hard-working girl.

Someone who enjoys
making things happen.

Nice. Real interesting.

Anyone else want
to make things happen?

You ladies all right
following me into the gents?

Something about a woman bent
over in front of me just gets me going.

Careful what you say.

Relax. They're just hookers.

I'm talking about him.

I thought he was your mate.

He's just selling
paintings for me, that's all.

So tell me about this Rodriguez.

Why would an art
dealer be interested?

He's an interesting guy.

Me and him are
in business together.

I'm into all kinds
of different things.

Me, too.

Well, stick to art, mate.

Everyone has a place in this world,

and they should stick to it.

Henry, you're drunk,

and I know what you
want when you're like this.

I know I get a bit rough.
You'll get what you want.

Fuck you! - That's
what I'm talking about.

Is everything okay?
- I can handle it.

She can handle everything,
if you've got the money.

You got the money? You
don't look rich enough to be in here.

Come on, bitch.

Let's see if I can
break you this time.

You promised me
nothing would happen.

Now, you used to
be a man of your word.

We're leaving.
- Good to see you again.

You, too.

And let's make
this the last time.

Hooking up with
Louise. Sensible man.

You take care of him, okay?

Jordan's a nice bloke. Speaks our
language. - What language is that?

Can you make sure
I get outside safe, please?

Okay.
- Nothing...

Nothing meant by it.

You're meant to be
selling my paintings fast.

That's it.

Alex, let's talk Rembrandts.

Cheers. Thank you.

Hi.

No, I can't tonight.

Sure.

Your boyfriend?

Oh, come on. You
know what I do by now.

What you do is of
no concern to me.

I only do it part-time,
if that makes it okay.

I won't bore
you with my story.

I brought you back here
'cause you seem like a nice guy.

You stepped in.
Us girls like that.

No one deserves
to be talked to like that.

Whatever they do.

I'm used to it.

Men treating me like shit.

From my dad onwards.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Don't be.

He was an asshole.
I got out as soon as I could.

Fifteen. Nothing in my back
pocket, midnight train to King's Cross.

Guess what happened next.

I can imagine.

Young girls.

It's tough.

Sorry. I didn't mean to...

No. It's okay.

I want to hear your story.

It's one that's been
told 1.000 times before,

and you look
like you're hurting.

Talk to me.
- It's nothing.

It's just some business
I need to sort out, that's all.

You have a daughter, is that it?

You know, Louise...

I really should go.

You should talk.

I'd rather not.

And that's the problem.

Sometimes you've got
to let stuff out to move on.

You have an honest face.

That's not what
I normally get told.

My wife ran off with
my business partner,

taking most of my money.

And I then discovered that my
daughter had dropped out of school,

started using class-A drugs,

which I supply

for a living.

My wife...

I need to get her back.

Andrew Hathaway.

Right.
- Thank you.

So, what couldn't
wait till the morning?

Things are moving
fast on the Donovan front.

There's a big consignment of
cocaine coming in from Colombia.

It lands tonight. Felixstowe.

Where did you hear about this?

What does it matter?

I want it intercepted
before it hits the marketplace.

Why not just let it run?

Then we can set up,
follow the shipments.

Donovan's been
cut out of the loop.

Andy...

This can't just be...

Parker, give us
a moment. - Sir.

This can't just be about Donovan.

We have to look at
the bigger picture here.

Donovan is the bigger picture.

I appreciate how much
you want to get him,

and you have
the power to do that,

but that power was given so that
we could bring down an entire network,

not just exact
some kind of revenge.

Donovan set up this deal.
I know that for certain.

But for some reason
he's been cut out of the loop.

You'll be wasting resources.

You'll be tracking
dogsbodies who are worth nothing.

So, who else is involved?

I told you, my
budget's strained.

I can't just action this without...

If we snap up this
load, there'll be a fallout.

If I'm right, that's when
we get some really big heads.

It's not just about
Donovan. - You know more.

Christ, you have managed to get
someone close to him, haven't you?

Who?
- Enough said, I think.

Tell me. This undercover
operation was set up for the both of us.

Peter, I've managed to work in the
secrets business for most of my life.

There's a reason for that.

Now, let's just seize this
shipment before it hits the streets.

Yes?

Are we go?

Are you sure about this?

We can still follow them
and map their network.

Control, are we go?

Which do you prefer?

A bowl of whitebait or
one big juicy salmon?

It's a go.

Go, go, go!

Alpha team moving in.

Breaching the ship.

Bravo team into the berth.

Moving down.

Moving into the hold.

Get back!
- Stand back!

Entering 3A crew berth.

Product is confirmed.

Now we sit back and
wait for the fireworks.

Morning.

What happened?

You passed out.

Just before I went to kiss you.

What? Really?

Don't worry.
Nothing happened.

I don't know
what did happen.

Exhaustion, I'd say.

Seems like you're under
a lot of stress at the moment.

Got to give your body and your
mind a break every once in a while.

And you say this
because... - I'm a hooker.

And people pay me to
take their stress away.

Sometimes with my body.
Sometimes with my mind.

A simple chat can be
better than a hand job.

Yeah.

Well, uh...

Thank you.

For the coffee.

I'm gonna take a shower.

Don't worry. That's
not me fishing for business.

Hmm. Ooh.

That feels like a gun.

The Rodriguez deal. The whole
shipment got busted last night.

It's all gone. Coke.
My money. Everything.

SQ?

You got cut out of the deal,
so you screwed it up for us.

Look, if someone was tipped off,
they'd let the drugs run. You know that.

Enough of your silver tongue.

Time for some payback.

Look, stop trying to
be something you're not.

Before I ask why you're all here,

may I just point out
I am holding an M16.

Be a good girl.
Put the gun away, love.

Okay, okay.

I've put millions into this deal.

My clients prepaid.

Your clients prepaid you?

Most of them.
Including some yardies.

Now, that's not my problem.

You and Carlos
dealt direct, remember?

Yeah, but...

Yeah, but...
No buts, Ricky.

I needed some clout, a big
name to get leeway with them.

They're gonna think
you owe them $3 million.

Me? I don't owe anything.

As far as they're concerned, it's
still your deal, so, yes, you owe them.

Can you just not point
that knife in my face?

Carlos will still want
his money from you,

and believe me, he's not
keen on partners who stiff him.

That's where you come in.

That's where I come in again.
That's what rattles me about all this.

You're all so quick to cut me out
of the deal, thinking it's all so easy.

"What do we
need Donovan for?"

Then, when the
S-H-one-T hits the fan,

suddenly it's, "Oh, where's Donovan?
He needs to sort this out for us."

Okay.

Look, um...

What if I can, um...

What if I can get you some
top-grade heroin direct from Afghanistan?

What? Your solution to all
this is for me to buy more gear?

We're all past the
point of no return here.

Tomorrow, I'll be
dead. You'll be dead.

Nobody defaults on the Colombian.

How can you guarantee I'm not
just throwing good money after bad?

Because this is my deal here.

I'll have everything riding on this.

What do you
normally buy H for?

Fourteen to 20 a
key via Amsterdam.

How does ten per kilo sound?

Cheaper.

You do this, and you
can recoup all your losses.

What about the yardies?

They're grown-ups.
They'll sit around the table.

Not exactly. You
need to speak to them.

Maybe cut them in.

Talk to the yardies?
Love of God, why would I do that?

Why would you do that?

Because you may be
fucking back off to the Bahamas,

but some of us
have got to stay here

and stay living here.

Right. Now you've got
your business sorted,

everyone drop your
wallets on the floor.

What?

My new lock is
going to be expensive.

Fucking day I'm having!

Where did you get that?

I love guns.

Saved your bacon.
- You did. Thank you, again.

So we're business partners now.

And how do
you work that out?

You're going to need
some up-front cash for this deal.

I can help you out. - That
doesn't make you a business partner.

You're more of a middleman.

I'll overlook the sexism.

But being a middleman,
isn't that what you are?

Giving the money to the suppliers,
handing the drugs to the buyers?

Cute.
- What, me or my poetry?

Both.

So, are we going to go
find these yardies? - We?

Who else is
going to protect you?

Stu?

Oh, you're not going to ask me if
we're nearly there yet again, are you?

Do you think we
should give the money back?

Make our peace?

Oh, ha-ha, very funny. I never
realised you had a sense of humor.

I'm serious. - Yeah.
No, I'm fucking serious.

Why the fuck would we
want to give the money back?

Because he's never
going to stop looking for us.

Trust me. He's got enough
to occupy his mind. We're safe.

I'd rather not spend the
rest of my life running and hiding.

Yeah, well, I can see you're not
dealing with the stress very well.

Fuck you!

Did you do this for me
or just for the money?

For you, of course. But think
about it. What are we going to live on?

Louise said you
and I should talk.

All this cloak-and-dagger
stuff, it's like being in a movie.

You have to calm
down, you know.

This isn't a game.
You've met Rodriguez, remember.

This is all very real,
and we're expendable.

Okay, okay. Point made.

I haven't been able to shift
any more of your paintings.

It's not the paintings
I want to speak to you about.

These associates,
friends, contacts you have,

are they into anything
besides art? I mean...

You mean, the kind
of things you're into?

Something like that.

Depends on what.

I've got something new going,

and I'm looking
for guys to shift H.

Top-grade Afghan H.

Way below current wholesale.

What about Jordan?

What about Jordan? I'm
here talking to you. - Okay, okay.

How much below wholesale?

$10.000 per key.

How many you got?
- A lot. Over 1.000.

A thousand?

SQ?

My contacts, they're gonna
wanna know how it's coming in.

If they wanna know, they're not
the guys you should be dealing with.

But you'll tell me though, right?

Strictly bank
transfers in advance.

One pick-up here in the UK.

Does this mean
we're partners?

Vicky! What you
doing? Who you calling?

I was just calling Zoe.
I'm worried about her.

Yeah? Well, that's funny. You
never gave a shit about her before.

I wanna go home.

Why, when you know
we can't? - I'm stressed.

Every little sound, I think
it's someone trying to kill me.

I'm... I'm scared.

We're not giving the money back.

That's what this is about, isn't it?

The money. It's not me
you want. It's the money.

Look, I want you, yeah?

And if it makes you happy,
we'll give some of the money back.

Best of both worlds.
- If it's me you want, let's give it all back.

I think we both know
you made me do that.

You fucking bastard. Wait
till he finds out what you did.

Yeah, but, Vicky, he
ain't gonna find out, is he?

Is he?

You can take the gun.
Anything else, you've got to pay for.

You Donovan?

Well, I'm the only
white man in the room, so...

where's my fucking money?

Whoa.

I'm not too fussed
with health and safety,

but that's a very big
gun for such a small room.

Don't be worrying
about who I'm gonna shoot

and who I'm not gonna shoot.

I said, where's my fucking money?

Your money went
toward a cocaine shipment.

That shipment is now in the
hands of Her Majesty's government.

It's gone.

Well, that kind of means
that's someone's fault.

And that someone is you.
So say goodbye, Donovan.

It's gone, but not lost.

Wait. Let's hear what
he has to say. - What?

Can't have come all this
way just to give us bad news.

You trying to tell me
what to do? - Advising.

Which is what you pay me for.

And, as your adviser,
I'm saying let's hear him out.

You can still pull the trigger
if you don't like what you hear.

He's like my adviser.

He's made me realise that
sometimes you make more money

if you don't act but listen.

Sometimes.

I've got two
propositions for you.

The first one gets back
some of the money you lost.

Some?

It'll be from the people
got caught with the shipment.

They screwed up, not me.

I don't give a fuck!
- Let him talk, boss.

I tell you where they are.

You take whatever they
have, and if you feel like it,

you can teach them a lesson, too.

So we're liking that idea.

And the second proposition?

That's what the
girl's here for, right? RB.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Fuck, girl.
You're a fighter, innit!

Ain't nothing gonna feel
better than muzzling you, bitch.

Not even grade-A
heroin at $10.000 per kilo?

Source?
- Afghanistan.

Delivered how?
- You're not the guy in charge.

I'm the guy who's
keeping you alive. - By ship.

The south coast.
- How much?

As much as you can take.

We'll take 200 kilos.

At eight K.
- I believe I said ten K.

Hey!

You're too quick to talk.

You should listen to my adviser.

Trust me.

Nine. Payment beforehand.

This deal gets
fucked up, then so do you.

And Lara Croft.

We'll need to know where to
recoup our loss and the new merchandise.

No problem.

Let us shake on it then?

The cash room's through there.

Zoe, keep away
from the door! - Dad?

Zoe, come on!

I need to get the
other girls out of here.

I'll get Zoe out, come
back and help you. - I'll be fine.

Look me up sometime.

So this is a step down.

We have a good
view of London.

It's safe.

No one will find us here.
- Not even the owner?

He won't be coming back.

But he won't mind.

Oh, geez. That
makes this creepy.

I'm so happy to have you back.

Yeah.

I'm kinda keen never to meet
anyone you work with ever again.

I'll make sure
that never happens.

There's, um...

A clean bed through there.

Food in the fridge.

A dead man's bed. Nice.

You can use the sofa.

Wait, are you
going somewhere?

It's best not
to ask questions.

Just know this.

I'm trying to sort everything out
so we can get on with living our lives.

And I suppose you're going
to handcuff me or something?

Why would I do that?

You know, so I don't run off.

After what you've
seen and been through,

do you want to run off?

Come here.

My Zoe.

I'll make you some tea.

I'd like to see Louise again.

She was kinda cool.

You should see her with an M16.

You are checking the currency rates?
- No, it's not my sort of thing.

I am surprised,

considering that you
have $60 million to spend.

I thought that you
would be very interested.

Who are you?

I was born in a small village
outside of Nola, in Central Africa.

At the age of eight,
I was stolen from my mother

and shown how to use a gun.

I killed someone for the
first time on my ninth birthday.

At the age of 13, against my
will, I lost my virginity to a nun.

Two years later, so
that would make me 15,

I killed the man who
took me away from my mother.

For the last ten years, I've
been paid to find, and sometimes kill,

people from all over the world.

You are one of those peoples.

What is the problem?

You asked me who I was,

or maybe that was
too much information for you.

Well, at least now you
can make an informed decision

on what you
would like to do next.

Look, whatever he's paying you...

I'll double it.
Fuck it, ten times more.

I forgot some
fundamental information.

I am a professional,
not a mercenary.

Ten times more the money, man.

My reputation is
worth so much more.

I will not accept a new contract
until I have completed the active one.

That's a stupid fucking rule.

The only thing that is
stupid, my friend, is you.

The money is back in
your bank account.

They had spent some. And
naturally, I have taken out my fee.

Of course. How are they?

Your wife is

crazy.

She had to be
to marry me. - Hmm.

And your accountant friend,

well, he's enjoying the view.

Did he try to do a deal?
- Yeah, they always do.

Can I talk with her?

I'm so sorry.

I'm sure you are.

I am. I... I didn't want to...

Why, Vicky?

You had the money before.

What? - So I know
it wasn't about that.

That was his idea.
I wanted to give the money back.

I just wanted...
- You wanted him.

Well, now you have him

for as long as he can last.

That's it? You're... you're just
gonna leave me here with nothing?

That's the general idea.

I wanna come back.

Why?

This was a fucking stupid
idea. I shouldn't have. I just...

I just want things
back the way they were.

Oh, by that, you mean rarely
seeing Zoe and never seeing me?

Give me a reason
to let you back.

Do you know
what? Fuck you.

I didn't wanna marry you,
but then you got me pregnant.

I didn't even wanna sleep with you,
but I was too drunk and high to say no.

If you're asking
me what I want,

I want my life back.

Before I met you.

Before a kid ruined my fucking chance
at making a name for myself in the world.

My name, not Mrs Donovan,

not every fucking
door opened for me

because people are
too scared of my husband.

That's what I fucking want.
- ls that Mum?

Go back inside.
- Does she want to talk to me?

Zoe's here.

Daddy's little girl.

Do you want to talk to her?

None of this would've happened
if it wasn't for that little bitch.

Go back inside. It's cold.

You're gonna get
everything you ever wanted.

Goodbye, Vicky.

Go to hell.

Maybe I will.

What would you
like me to do next?

Cut her loose.

But he stays.

To keep your friend
alive a little longer,

I suggest you lie in front of him.

It's to shield the water.

I'll fucking destroy
you, you fucking bitch!

Come back! Come
back! Don't leave me!

I just want to get
my daughter back.

Is that why we're here?

No, this is business.

The heroin's coming in here?

There's constant loading, unloading.

We'll be low-key.

And I've paid off security
to turn a blind eye, in and out.

Have you ever used these
guys before? They're Russians, right?

It's the first run for me.

Well, this is the beginning
of a beautiful friendship.

Maybe. Maybe not.

After all this,

who knows what
the future will hold?

My investors,
they wanna know when.

It's happening tonight.

Fuck, really? Then I should...

You should go tell your investors
they're about to become stupidly bloody rich.

I'm gonna contact some people,
make things start happening.

Okay, Bogart.

What the fuck
are you doing here?

Bravo, Jamie.

You turned out to
be an exceptional choice.

I thought we was
never supposed to meet.

I thought we should.

After all, things are
moving quickly now, aren't they?

This isn't how it works.

Jamie.

You, the recruiting,

the undercover work you've
done for the past three years,

it was all about
getting Donovan.

So once you get Donovan,
what happens to me?

You couldn't have joined the
Met, Jamie, not with your record.

So all this time you've
just strung me along.

Now it's bye-bye, Jamie,
thanks for the application.

And what now?

I can't exactly become
a covert source, can I?

No, you can't, Jamie.
But what you can do,

is you can tell me
what Donovan's planning.

I don't know.

You don't know?

I only knew about the
coke deal from being in the club.

Oh.
- Just talk.

He won't tell me anything.

Is that right, Jamie?

Is that right?

Oh, you always
were very good, Lou-Lou.

Don't call me that.

So, sleeping with the enemy, eh?

A leopard never
changes its spots.

Full of clich�s, as usual.

Did you have to put your stiletto
all the way through Agent Harper's foot?

You know he's out of
action for three months now.

I needed it to be believable.

Well, it was that.

I got to Donovan.
You should be thanking me.

Yeah, about that.
Help me out here.

How is it that I still
don't know what he's up to?

He doesn't tell me anything.

Oh, how convenient.

You know, I don't why we ever
thought it would work with you.

A hooker joining
the police. What a joke.

Bastard. You good
as made me do it.

Just like Donovan's making you do...

What?

You know, I really think
you ought to have a little think

about what he might do
if he finds out who you really are.

Take it from me, he doesn't
treat informers very well.

When this is done, I'm out, yeah?

That's what you promised.

Your job was to
tell me about Donovan.

He will kill you.

He'll kill you in
a heartbeat. - Fine.

I've heard some things.

I followed him and
Fullerton down to the coast.

You know, doing
police work. - Go on, tell me.

And then I'm done?

Or are you going to
keep popping up in my home?

Yep, you're out of it all.
Now, just tell me what you know.

What do you want?

What do I want?

Well, now, I want to be rich,
happy, and with someone who loves me.

Children would be nice. Pretty
much what every man wants, right?

I'm coming up short on
most of those things on that list.

Listen, we should meet
again. Break some bread.

If I met up with you,

I wouldn't be thinking
about breaking bread.

Under all this pressure and
you're still... You're a funny guy.

Listen, I'm going to send you a
location. I'll expect you there in one hour.

Why should I?

Well, I know for a fact that you
have your daughter safely with you.

But you're telling
everyone who will listen

that you have no idea
where she is. That's curious.

I do hope they
don't find out.

You're late.
That's just rude.

Actually, I was here
half an hour before you.

Just wanted to
see you were alone.

So you're hiding out
within half an hour of here.

Perhaps.

Or perhaps I was late.

So... Tonight's the night.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

The heroin from
Afghanistan. Russians.

South coast. Docks.

What are you talking about?
- I'm not wearing a wire, Donovan,

if that's what concerns you.

I spend my life
being concerned.

Fucking hell. Your
life must be terrible.

Always worried.
Never knowing who to trust.

Not even your...
your fucking wife.

I gather you found her?

The accountant

disappeared.

What are you after, Hathaway?

I want your money, Donovan.

I want all your money.

Well, I don't have any.

Oh, come. Nonsense.

That's why I let the African know
where Vicky and her fuck buddy were hiding.

Oh, I'm sorry. It... it's all right.
I... I do know what you're going through.

My wife left me for
someone else, too, remember?

So Stewart was one
of your men, was he?

Perhaps. Perhaps he wasn't.

Well, cut to the
chase, Hathaway, please.

Of course.

You, um... you have
a boat to catch.

Once that ship docks,
we'll have you for conspiracy.

I can prove you put the deal
together whether you take delivery or not.

You have nothing on me.

Well, I have people
undercover. - You're lying.

And I don't know why you
keep talking about this ship.

How do you think I know
about that ship, Donovan?

The... the Russians?
The... the heroin?

I'd say Jordan got busted, and he
turned a story to try and save himself.

Jordan?

No. We're letting Jordan run
around. He's... he's vastly amusing.

Can you risk that
I'm bluffing, Donovan?

I mean, even if we don't
get you for the ship tonight,

what will your customers think?

What will the network think
about being shafted for a second time

by the great man himself?

I really don't fancy your
chances in, or especially out, of jail.

Okay, to amuse you,

how much?
- $20 million.

Huh. I said to amuse you, not
make me laugh. You've got nothing.

$20 million, I tell you
the name of my man.

I don't care.

Oh, but you do.
See, I know this personally.

You care a great deal about
who you let into your world,

your inner circle, your trust.

I never knew how to get you.

Couldn't get round
your sixth sense.

The suspense is killing me.

Well, you joke, Donovan,

but the thing is, it is
killing you, isn't it, hmm?

You just have
to know who it is.

$20 million.

There's my account.

You know you've
signed his death warrant.

Well, his cover's blown now, so he's
not much use to me anymore, is he?

Donovan's paid you
everything he owes you and more.

So he obviously has
gotten his money back, right?

What about the deal?

The one with the Russians?
- I... I don't know.

'Course you do.
'Course you do.

What I don't understand is why
wouldn't he give me the money personally?

He's trying to find his
daughter. Nobody's seen her.

And he just expects me to take
off just because he's paid me off?

That's what he said.

I mean, I think... I think
he's really pissed off at me.

I mean, for taking his daughter.

Actually, for losing
his daughter. Huh?

He might be planning
some sort of revenge, right?

I mean, why would he
give you the money back

if he was planning on revenge?

You're right. You're right.

Maybe he is a man
of his word after all.

What a fucking lunatic.

Oh, well.

I got a little something
for you, my friend.

For your troubles.

Congratulations.

You're the new owner
of this charming place.

Welcome to the drug
and sex industry, my friend.

Oh, and, by the way, please tell
Donovan that I left for Colombia, will you?

Because this place, London,

it is way too
fucking dangerous for me.

Fullerton.

I don't believe it.

It was a great plan.

You find potential recruits
with dodgy backgrounds

before they join the force.

Take advantage of their desire to do
good by throwing them into your world.

No need for a cover story.
Nothing to slip them up.

Perfect.

You must have been
very proud of yourself.

And now you're throwing
him on the pile for money.

Come on, Donovan.
I'm finally seeing things your way.

All undercover are scum, right?

Dispensable, right?

Fullerton's actually
been particularly effective.

He's given us some
great intel over the years.

I mean, it is true,
we had some luck.

Your wife running off
with all your money

meant that you had to sell your
paintings, and that's how you two met.

But, you know, I always say
these things are meant to be.

Here's the thing.

It wasn't Fullerton who
told us about this latest deal.

The one tonight.

Funny that. Perhaps you
have turned him properly?

But for another $20 million,

I can tell you how I do know.

You're relentless, Hathaway.

Who you working for now?

Uh, myself, predominantly, and MI6.

Oh, the big league.
- Mmm-hmm.

I imagine they won't
take kindly to traitors.

Oh, they won't
find out about this.

It's all offshore.
It's secure.

Besides, who's going to tell them?

You?

And if a ship
were to arrive tonight,

how many people
would be waiting for it?

Well, that's all part of
the deal for the $20 million.

Yeah.

Great.

Can I trust you?

I'll have $40 million, Donovan.

It's a fair price
to pay for my silence.

And for what you did to me.

Okay.

Okay.

Not going to open it,
find out who it is?

We've got Donovan.

Are you sure?

Southampton docks, midnight.

Most of Afghanistan's
heroin export will be there.

Quite the party.

How secure is the intel?

100%. Like the
Rodriguez cocaine shipment.

And all because my...

Because our plan
is about to deliver.

Do you know
what's in there?

Do you?

I can make a guess.

What do you want me to say?

The truth.

My mission was
to bring you down.

But the lines became blurred.

You were nothing like they told me.
I struggled to see the evil in you.

It's all a matter of perspective.

I could see you changing.

And I could see myself

liking you.

Is that the truth?

Hathaway said you'd kill me.

He said he'd give me a way
out if I told him what I'd found out.

Now I know he
lied about everything.

I'm sorry.

What are you gonna do?

What I always do.

Evening, gentlemen.

Nice to see you
here for this one.

Nice to be invited

for this one.

So, Mr Donovan,
before your ship comes in,

I'm curious as to how
we'll all be able to leave here

without being
stopped by security.

It's been taken care of.
- Humour me.

Just relax, man.

Man said it's
taken care of, yeah?

Anyways, we got these.

Anyone try trip us up, we'll
play live-action Call of fucking Duty.

That won't be needed.

Security is part of the deal.

I'm paying them off
as soon as the ship docks.

Target ship has arrived.

Can we confirm the shipment?

Negative. Overlook hotel,
see if you can get on board.

Keep eyes on Donovan.

Right. You can start
unloading the gear.

Where are you going?

Pay off the security.
Weren't you listening to me?

Where's Donovan going?
- Container 237.

Mr Donovan.

Why didn't you pay off the
security before the ship docked?

If the ship didn't arrive,

why waste money?

Can I come with you?

Who are you?

I'm the guy who's
wondering where you're going.

Who the fuck's that?

Under fire! Under fire!

Weapons free!
Weapons free!

Sierra 1, to your right.

Man down! Man down!

Target down!

Eyes on PM. Take him out.

Target neutralised.

We have control. Intel
coming. - Where's Donovan?

No eyes. He's gone.

Fuck! Search the ship.

We're on the bridge.
We're on the bridge.

No shooting!
I have official papers.

There was fuck-all on the ship.

The Russians were picking
up relief aid for fucking Africa.

None of it had
anything to do with Donovan.

What? Shit!

Did you take him down?
- He disa-fucking-appeared.

What a clusterfuck.

You said the intel was...

It was. It was rock solid.
Donovan must have...

Fuck.

You surprise me, Donovan.

Is that you?

I see you've found Louise.

I thought you'd let her live.

I thought maybe her charms
would have won your cock over.

Really?

Even though I
despise anyone undercover?

Isn't that why
you told me about her?

So what happened at the docks?

You keep talking
about docks and ships.

I'm at a loss.

Fuck you.
You know exactly.

Now, no more of your
misdirection and tricks, Donovan.

I've only ever had one trick.

That's to make the other guy
think he's the smartest player.

I knew you had
someone on the inside.

Two people on the inside. Now
you've killed her and let Fullerton live.

I suppose he's worth
something to you,

now you've got all
those drugs to move.

I'm no longer in
the drugs business.

Really? Wow.
What a fucking saint.

Enough of me.

You've got my $40 million,

and I want it back.

Now why would I do that?

I'm guessing your bosses
aren't fans of you murdering either.

It doesn't matter if
you find the hidden camera.

I've still got footage of
you in a room with a dead girl.

An undercover
agent you put in danger.

So what?
- And I've got this.

Listen with Mother.

Oh, they won't find out about this.

It's all offshore.
It's secure.

Fuck you, Donovan.
Fuck you!

You never met
Andrew Hathaway, did you?

No. Who's he?

He's the grand architect of
recruiting agents from people like you.

Like me?

Yeah. Like you, Warren.

And Jamie Fullerton, Louise Leigh.

The girl with Donovan?

They were like me?
- Yeah.

"Were" being the operative word.

Hathaway sold them out.

Couldn't you have
saved them? Step in?

I never knew
they were recruits.

I was in at the start,

but Hathaway kept
it all clandestine.

That's MI-fucking-6 for you.

I always had a feeling about him.

His grudge against Donovan was
always more vengeance than justice.

So I'm your big secret. - Yes.
Only I know that you're really one of us.

So what would have happened
if he'd made me, like he made the others?

Donovan only got to the others
because Hathaway exposed them.

We didn't get Donovan this
time, but with what you now know...

Hang on. At what point can I get off
this train and become a real copper?

Ah.

I'm afraid this particular
train is never stopping.

If you want out, you're out.
But you'll be on your own.

That's not what
you sold me on.

Things change.
Sacrifices have to be made.

Why didn't you warn me
you were watching at the docks?

I could have been killed by one of
those trigger-happy task force fuckers!

But you weren't, were you?

You know, there's only
one big flaw in this whole thing.

What's that, Warren?

Everyone turned bad.

Hello, you.
- Hi.

Misdirection.

Huh.

How did he...
- Mr Donovan always knows.

Yeah.

What now?

You have a choice.

Can I offer you
more money than...

That is not one
of your choices.

Not one of my choices.

Fuck.

So what now?
Hump or you push me?

Suicide or murder.

Oh, it will never look like murder.

Where's Zoe?

Cooking us supper.

Oh, boy.

And I thought
nobody could kill me here.

What is it?

Just thought I
saw someone I knew.

It's idyllic.

It's just sea and sky.

It's beautiful.

And it's home.

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