All language subtitles for Hustle (2004) S01E01 - The Con Is On (1080p AMZN Webrip x265 10bit 2.0 - WEM) [TAoE]_Subtitles01.ENG

- I'll get the tip.
- Oh, thank you.

- Thanks, lad.

Keep well.
- Cheerio.

- Bye.

- Put the cleaver down, mate.

Everybody calm down, all right?

If you all want to chance
it, I'll tell you now,

I've got a full house.

All-in, right?

- Ooh!

- You dropped this.

- Oh, thank you very much.

Well, can I buy you a drink?

- All right, sure. Why not?

- What'll you have?

- Oh.

Scotch, thanks very much.

- Scotch.

- Come on!

All right, all right!

- Yeah.

All right, call when I'm finished.

I'm busy.

Right, hear me?

- Ash.

There are easier ways to earn a living.

- Mickey!

- How are you?
- How good!

Oh, have I missed you or what?

- How's the life in the fast lane?

- It's good, but I mean...

Nah, it's the only game in town.

If they're not eating a hamburger

or fiddling with the CD
player, they're on the phone.

No one watches the road anymore.

Cheers, Eddie.

So what about you?

How was it?

- A new experience, one
I don't care to repeat.

- Yeah?

So what now, then?

- I feel like one last score.

- Long or short?

- Long.

- Ah, no one's playing the
long con anymore, mate.

- They don't because they can't.

Come on, one last time.

Then I'll stop.

I'll retire on my terms,
not because I've been beat.

You know I can't do it without you.

- When do we start?

- Already have.

Albert's got a mark.

But first things first,
can you swing a hotel?

- Can Pavarotti sing?

- We've already got
Stone under surveillance.

- I understand that, sir.

- Then why the heavy mob?

- We've had intelligence
Stone's next target

is well-connected, plays
golf with the chancellor.

- So he's got friends in high places.

Why don't you just warn him off?

- Whilst we are keen to protect him,

we're even more keen to
see Stone put away again.

- Have I got a choice?

- No.

- All right, listen up.

This is Detective Inspector
Martin DePalma from Central.

He's here to oversee the
Mickey Stone surveillance.

Give him what he wants.

Any overtime comes through me first.

- Sir.

- Sergeant Terri Hodges.

I've been heading up the surveillance.

- Good.

Then let's see what you've got.

- Yeah, and maybe a
table and chair and all.

Yeah, all right, cheers.

Yeah, ta-ra.

- Ashley Morgan, colloquially
known as Ash or Three Socks.

- Three Socks?

- He got the name in prison

after his first visit to the shower block.

He's a fixer.

Whatever you want, Ash
Morgan will find it.

He got a skull fracture in a
barroom brawl 10 years ago.

He uses it to work the flop.

Bounces over a car, goes to hospital,

X-ray shows the fracture,
insurance company pays out.

Albert Stroller, habitual gambler.

Gee-gees, casinos, card
games, Albert plays them all.

He's the roper.

He finds the marks, he sucks them in,

and introduces them to the mob.

Usually plays the part of
ex-serviceman or retired banker.

In reality, he was a shoe
salesman in the American Midwest.

Legend has it, when his store closed down

and the staff made redundant,

he conned the company out of $60,000

and shared it amongst his coworkers.

He fled to England in the '70s,

but by then, he'd got the taste

and hasn't looked back since.

Once Stroller's got his mark,

it's time to move up to the next level.

The inside man, Michael Stone,
also known as Mickey Bricks.

He's in a class all on his own.

A long con player.

Never been convicted.

It is a matter of personal pride,

to every fraud investigator
in the country,

to be the one who nails him.

Just finished his first spell in prison

for an unrelated crime.

He served two years.

Rumors are this is his last score.

We miss him this time, it's game over.

We think this is their next mark.

- Peter Reginald Williams

started a pharmaceutical
business in the early '80s.

His first wife Sara was from old money.

He used her family's
connections in the government

to get research contracts.

- Where's the in?

- He's greedy.

- I'll get the tip.

- Oh, thank you.

- Regularly makes
the Top 500 rich list.

- Cheerio.
- Bye.

- But would cross the street
to pick up a one pound coin.

He recently bagged
himself a new young wife,

but she's high maintenance

and spends his cash faster than he'd like.

He's generally a sucker for a pretty face.

Spends money to impress.

The shorter the skirt, the looser he gets.

- Sounds like you really
warmed to this guy, Albert.

- Yes.

He's an objectionable little man

with the morals of an alley cat.

- Hey, well, that's marks
for you, ain't it, eh?

- Mm.

- This crew is not about
conning little old ladies

out of their pension.

They're strictly major league.

And remember, Mickey Bricks
thinks he's cleverer than us,

that there's no way we can catch him.

Let's prove him wrong.

- Time to get an edge.

- Mickey!

- Did I miss something?

- One phone call in two years.

- Yeah, well, you know how I hate queuing.

I've got the crew together.

- Everyone?

- Albert?

We're on.

Yeah, bring him in.

- Here you go.

- Oh, don't tip him, Tony.

That service was shite.

- Oh!

Dropped your wallet.

- No, it's not mine.

- Well, that's a lot of money.

- Huh.

- Let's see.

"Mark Hamilton.

"Clacy Hughes Associates."

- What do you say?

Finders keepers?

- You are a card.

Let's see if he's staying here.

Found this on the floor.

- I'll see Mr. Hamilton gets it, sir.

- No, I don't think so.

Just tell us which room he's in.

- So who's she?

- Stacie Monroe.

She was married to short
con artist Jake Henry.

They worked the badger mostly.

Did well too.

Then Jake took all their savings

and ran for the hills five years ago.

- So much for honor amongst thieves.

- Not to mention your wedding vows.

Word is, she and Stone had a thing once,

before he met his wife.

Not just a pretty face.

She's sharp.

Maybe even in Stone's league.

- Who is it?

- Mr. Hamilton?

- Who wants to know?

- We think we found something of yours.

Your wallet.

- 3.50.

- I'll give you two gos to find the lady.

- Yeah, right.

3.50.

- Take that.

- Shouldn't you be somewhere, Danny?

- Tell you what, I'll make
it easy for you, all right?

I'll take the Queen, turn
the corner up, like that.

Here we go.

Choose.
- Danny.

- No money, all right?

If you get it wrong, just buy me a drink.

Same again, please.
- You're a very sick person.

- Just naturally gifted.

- You heard Mickey Bricks is out?

- Plays the long con, right?

- Top of the food chain.

- So what?

You reckon he could teach me something?

- What do I know?

All you guys freak me out.

But they say he's the best.

He's booked in the London Park Hotel.

Yes, mate?

- Whiskey, please.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Here's to you, gentlemen.

I didn't think there were any
honest men left in the world.

- Oh, one or two.

- Well, here's to honest men.

Mm, you must let me thank you properly.

- No, no, no, no, no, no,
we wouldn't hear of it.

- Even if it's only the cab fare home?

Excuse me.

- Mm?

- Where were we?

Oh, yes, I was trying to
persuade you to take something

in return for your kindness.

- You know, it is a
strange state of affairs

if one chap can't do a favor for another

without money rearing its ugly head.

Who knows, one day you
may be in a position

to do something similar for us.

- You know, I just might.

Look, I have a suggestion.

A business associate has asked me

to make a small investment
for him tomorrow.

If you'll allow me, I'll put
in, say, 500 pounds for you?

I'll take the 500 back, you
just get to keep the profit.

Well, it'll have cost me nothing,

but at least I'll feel happier
knowing I've done something.

- Well, that sounds very generous.

- Good.

Thank you.

- This investment, can I ask what it is?

- Oh, just stocks and shares.

Nothing too exciting.

- Well, fingers crossed, eh?

- I'm sure that won't be necessary.

- What do you think?

- Looks like a no-lose situation to me.

- My favorite kind.

- They left about an hour ago.

Stroller dropped Williams off,
then went back to the hotel.

- All right, Mickey?

Hi, Mickey, yeah, nice one.

You know, I was just.

Danny, all right, Mickey,
all right, Mickey?

All right, Mickey?

How you doing? Danny.

You know, I was just.

Hi, Danny, Danny Blue.

All right.

- This guy moves in high circles.

It'll take something
special to impress him.

- Well, that's exactly what he'll get,

as soon as Ash starts working his magic.

- Have you ever thought
of a younger woman, Albie?

- My dear, at my age,
I think of little else.

- Mr. Stone?

Hi. Danny Blue.

Pleased to meet you, you've
probably heard of me.

No? All right.

Okay.

I'm not gonna mess you about.

I'll come straight to
the point, all right?

I know you're playing a score.

I want in.

- In what?
- Want in.

You know, in the game.

I wanna learn, really wanna learn.

I'll just come inside for a little chat.

This is nice, isn't it?

Look, I'm good, all right?

I can help you, think of it like that.

And I'll do that for you, okay?

'Cause I know all the old plays.

What you doing?

What you doing, The Wire?

No? The Rag?

Payoff?

You tell me once, Mickey, that's it.

Bosh, it's in.

- And I bet you watched
"The Sting" too, didn't you?

- Never heard of it.

You're not gonna shut the door, are you?

- Yeah, thought I might.

- All right, then.

- So when do we pick them up?

- We wait.

I want everything, all
the players, the money.

Nothing left to chance.

- As far as we can make out,

Mickey Bricks doesn't have the money

to bankroll a con like this.

They'll go out and try and raise

what they can with short cons.

They'll need a car, top of the range,

not too flash, but
something that oozes class.

- Parking, sir?

- Here.

- Thank you.

- God help anyone
who runs into them today.

- 750.
- Thanks.

- Oh!

I am so sorry.

- You all right?

- 240.

- That's enough.

- 125.

- Enough?

- What about this place?

- Sorted.

- Then it's enough.

- As promised, gentlemen,

I invested the 500 pounds on your behalf

and this is the return.

I hope you're not disappointed.

- Ah.

There must be a thousand pounds here.

- 1,950 to be precise.

- Well, that's quite a return.

- Eh, I've had worse.

- Made quite a killing
yourself, I'll wager, huh?

- So shoot me.

- Well, forgive me for
prying, but I get the feeling

there was little or no risk
in this particular investment.

- No risk whatsoever.

So, if you'll excuse me,
gentlemen, I do have a meeting.

- Well, wait.

I mean, why don't we, you know, go again?

- Again?

- Mm-hm.

- Tony, Mr. Hamilton has
been more than generous.

Thank you.

- Can I help you?
- Hi, love, is he in?

- No, you can't...
- Just.

- Excuse me.

- Hi, good to see you again.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

How are you? You all right?

Mr. Hamilton.

I wanna shake you by the hand.

You are a very, very great man,

and I'm sorry that I ever doubted you.

When I gave you that money,

I did, for one second,
consider the possibility

that you could have been, well, you know,

well, can't even say it.

- No, no, go ahead, please.

Get it off your chest.

- I thought you could have
been one of those con men.

I'm not gonna see me
money or him ever again,

you know what I mean?

Then bang, suddenly 400%
return just like that.

Straight off.

Unbelievable.

I need a drink.

Scotch, please, darling.

- I'm sorry, gentlemen.

This is Mr. Redford, a client of mine.

Mr. Redford, this is Tony Monroe.

- Pleasure, Mr. Redford.
- Tony.

- And Peter Williams.

- Peter, how do you do?

Well, I'm ready to go again,

but this time, I wanna go bigger.

- Fine, but this is neither
the time nor the place to...

- Well, I'm ready.

- Helen, perhaps you'd like
to show Tony and Peter out?

- No, wait, I mean, if there
is another deal up for grabs,

well, I'd like to hear about it.

Tony?

- Absolutely, yes.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

- And my car will pick
you up tomorrow morning.

- Thank you.
- All right.

- I'm no expert, but I'd say
that went like a dream, hey?

So am I in?

- You're in.

- Thank you.

I just wanted to check.

- Yeah.

- Go.

- How you doing?

Just waiting for some new clients,

here to see Mr. Hamilton in 105.

- I'll check the list.

- They might not be on the list.

- Well, if they're not on
the list, I'll need to check.

Isn't 105 Mr. Moss's office?

- Do you believe in love at first sight?

- What?

- Don't panic.

Shh, shh.

Do you know what it's like,

watching you sitting here every day?

I just wanna incy wincy little kiss.

Can I, please?

- Mr. Hamilton's expecting you.

Right this way.

- Thank you.

- Wow.

- Got it.

They've got a positive ID.

He's a short con artist called Danny Blue.

- Any history?

- We know he played a
con three months ago,

south of the river, but the
mark withdrew his complaint

and CPS wouldn't prosecute
without his evidence.

- Why did he pull out?

- The mark bet his life
savings in a horseracing scam,

but his wife didn't
know anything about it.

I suppose he wanted to keep it that way.

- Hard to explain over breakfast, I guess.

- It must be true what they say:

"There's one born every minute."

- Gentlemen, come in, come in.

Take a seat.

Thank you, Helen.

- Sorry I'm late, guys.

I ran into an old friend.

- Gentlemen, welcome
to the land of plenty.

Thank you.

Now, what I'm about to
show you may be foolproof,

but it's also illegal.

There's no victim, but
it is against the law.

Would you like me to continue?

You see, the first rule of the con.

- Is you can't cheat an honest man.

- It's never been done.

- Can't happen.

- Impossible.

- The only way this thing works

is if you want something for nothing.

- So what do we do?

- Well, we give you nothing for something.

- You're a grand up so far.

- It's a very
good time to walk away.

- But he can't.

- Because he's so greedy.

- So what do we do?

- Feed the greed.

- But he's got one last chance.

- We've told him it's illegal.

- You could lose everything.

- Career, wife, home.

- Prison.

- Get out while you can.

- Do the smart thing.

- As I was saying, what
I'm about to show you

may be foolproof, but
it is against the law.

Now, would you like me to continue?

- Hey, laws were made to be broken.

- Can you tell Peterson

I want those breakdowns by lunchtime?

Thank you.

Share transactions from Tokyo and New York

are relayed to the city
of London by computer,

or, more precisely, our computer.

When the multinationals
publish their annual reports,

there's a flurry of activity.

If a company does well,

their shares attract
buyers and the price jumps.

What we've managed to do is
to delay those transactions

in the system just long
enough to assess them

and put our own order
in to buy before them.

- So you buy,
knowing the share prices

are gonna go up.
- Exactly.

- They must notice the delay, surely.

- Not when it's less
than 9/10 of a second.

- What, you can do this
in less than a second?

- Our mainframe can make

three million calculations in that time.

- So what's in it for you?

- Well, I take 25% of your profit.

- 25%?

- Nonnegotiable.

- Hang on, hang on.

The profit is guaranteed, right?

- Set in stone.

Well, if there's no
profit, I don't get paid.

In three days, the oil company Vestron

are going to release their annual report.

Now, once it's out, every major broker

will be crawling all over those shares.

The plan is to buy half a
million pounds worth of shares.

I have two investors already
in place at 100,000 each.

There are three places left.

- 100,000?

- Great, yeah, I'm in.

Yeah.

- Well, I don't know if I
can raise that kinda money...

- The boat leaves in three days.

Either you're on it, or you're not.

Tony?

- It's a lot of money, but I'll find it.

- You don't mind if I call my broker?

- What I've just said
cannot leave this room.

- And I'm not in the habit
of investing in companies

I've never heard of.

George?

Peter Williams, what do
you know about Vestron?

Mm-hm.

No, no problem, just heard
a whisper, that's all.

No, I'll call you if anything comes of it.

Okay.

Count me in.

- Good.

Oh, one more thing,

I don't wanna leave any paper trails.

The money has to be in cash.

- Cash?
- Problem?

- I suppose not.

- Good.
- Well, I just wanna thank you

for this opportunity.

- Likewise.
- Thank you.

- Work the spell.

- Mm.

- 20.

That's how confident I am now.

- Yeah.

- How you doing?

- Save us both a little time,

I don't screw people I work with.

- No?

- No.

- Hm.

Does that go for everyone?

Or is that, you know, just the troops?

- Do you want a little tip, Danny?

Some friendly advice?

- Yeah, that would be great.

- Watch and learn.

Stay out of things that don't concern you.

- Your guys seem pretty tight.

- Yeah, after a while,
you get to be family.

I say something funny?

- No, the whole family
thing, that works for me.

- You play short cons, Danny,

emptying people's wage
packets on a Friday night.

I wouldn't expect you to understand.

- Can I make a criticism?

- Okay.

- A hundred grand?

We can take this guy for
a lot more than that.

- That's the bit you don't get.

It's not just about the money.

- Well, since when?

- Since always.

You don't get that,
you don't get anything.

My old man was as straight as they come,

never wanted much and life
didn't disappoint him.

He worked, ate, and slept.

Paid his taxes on time, toed the line.

The only dream he had was retiring at 60.

Dropped dead in the post office

three days before his 60th birthday.

He was paying his phone bill.

- Sorry.

- Yeah, me too.

You wanna be regular people?

Hm? Do you?

Well, go ahead, go on, go do that.

They're crying out for
foot soldiers down there.

Go and have your life run by bosses,

bank managers, and politicians.

But if you wanna be a grifter,

don't have anything in your life

you can't walk away from in a second,

lovers, friends, even your own mother.

- What about your wife?

I heard what happened.

- She wanted me to be
something that I wasn't.

And I was desperate not to disappoint her.

Recipe for disaster.

- So if you were still together,

you're telling me you could
just walk away from her?

- First rule, Danny: Always
look after number one.

If you don't, no one else will.

- Okay.

Yeah, I'll try and remember that.

- Now, go on, go home, Danny.

Get some sleep.

- Danny Blue?

- Kid did well today.

- Yeah.

- Reminds me of you, worryingly.

- Okay, come on.

How did you find him?

- Why, am I that transparent?

- You taught me well.

- I heard about him.

He's good, wants to be the best.

That sound familiar?

I told Eddie to point
him in your direction.

- Well, I'm all but done anyway.

- You gonna miss it?

- We're all trying to get out, Albert.

You would too if you could
think of something else to do.

- All right, boys?

- You know what I love about roulette?

That glorious 30 seconds while
the wheel is still spinning.

- Christopher Rawlings.

The horseracing scam.

His wife found out he'd
lost their life savings.

He's ready to press charges.

- You ever been to prison, Danny?

- Shouldn't you be taping this?

- That's Plan B.

Wanna hear Plan A?

- Surprise me.

- We've already got enough
to send everyone down.

There's no way around that.

But bearing in mind who the mark is,

the powers that be would rather
not have a lengthy trial.

They think the details
might be embarrassing.

So what they need is a
watertight case so overwhelming,

everyone pleads guilty.

We'll rush the sentencing through

and the whole thing blows over.

- Sounds like you've
got it all worked out.

- We have.

Now, we know you came into the game late,

so you get a lifeline.

- Which is?

- Just do what you've been doing.

After the arrests, we
take you to a safe house,

you make a statement.

Once the team know
we've got your evidence,

they'll know there's no
point in doing anything else

but pleading guilty.

In return, you walk away into the sunset.

- But what if I don't?

- Like I said, you go
down with the rest of them

and we'll add the Rawlings
job for good measure.

- All you have to do is go back,

pretend we never had this conversation.

- Mickey and the others are
going to prison whatever you do.

The only choice you have to make

is whether you go with them or not.

- Be smart, Danny.

Look after number one.

- Where's the kid?

- He'll be here.

- Opening night nerves.

Yeah?

Okay.

Williams is on his way up.

- Ah.

- Gentlemen.

- You're late.

- Oh, sorry, I was...

- Doesn't matter. There's no time.

Let's get this done.

- Where's Redford?

- He'll be here.

- I thought we were all
gonna do this together.

- If there's a problem, we
can call the whole thing off.

Here he is.

- Look, Mickey...

- Armed police, everybody
stay exactly where you are!

- Put the case down!

Okay, everyone, hands on heads.

- What the hell's going on?

- I'm afraid
you've been caught up

in a confidence trick, sir.

- What?
- These men have been planning

to swindle you out of your money.

- There must be some mistake.

- All right, Danny.

You can go.

- Judas.

- No, listen, this is not how it looks.

- Get the cases.

Don't do it, Michael.

- Final lesson, Danny.

- I mean it.

- Oh, God!

- Get him out of here.

- Come with me,
sir, you have to come

to the station immediately.

- I cannot...
- Bastard!

- We need a statement.

- I have my position to think of.

- We understand that, sir.

- Just give me my money and I'll go.

- We can't do that, it's evidence.

- Well, sod the money.

Let me outta here.

I can't be implicated
in something like this.

It would ruin me.

- If we have enough evidence,
we can get guilty pleas.

It won't go to court.

- Am I under arrest?

- We need your statement.

- Am I under arrest?!

- No, sir.

- Get out of my way.

- Let him go.

Let's hope the boss can do his stuff.

- Sorry about the head.

- You killed him.

- I saved your life, Danny.

Everyone's in custody.

We'll get you checked out
on the way to the station.

First, time to keep
your end of the bargain.

Be sure not to miss anything out.

- I'm not a grass.

- Be smart, Danny.

All you can do now is lose.

- Then I lose.

I'd sooner that than hook up

with a murdering scumbag like you.

- Stone fired a gun at you.

- He thought I'd betrayed him.

- You do this, or I'll
see you get five years.

Last chance.

- Go screw yourself.

- Okay, he's all yours.

- I knew you'd be okay, kid.

- I don't get it.

- You're all right.

Congratulations.

- Yep?
- Sarge, the prisoners

you asked for, I'm afraid they're gone.

- What do you mean, they've gone?

- Well...

- Who signed them out?

- It says here D.I. DePalma.

- Ah!
- Hey!

- Don't do it, Michael.

- Final lesson, Danny.

- I mean it.

- Got something for you.

- Woo.
- Woo!

- Well, if you don't know,
find me someone who does.

I wanna know who sent DePalma over here,

who gave him his orders,
who his superior officer is.

No, you will not phone me back.

I wanna speak to someone there now.

- Danny Blue.

Neil Cooper.

Now, this man defines the term con artist.

- I'm just passing through.

Glad I could help.

- Hang on a minute.

You shot at me.

- Yeah, but I missed, remember?

- So you're telling me we're home free?

- Absolutely,
unless the police would like

to go to court and explain
how the investigation

was led by one of the accused.

- It's all in the detail, kid.

- A toast.

- To Mickey Bricks's last
score, the end of an era.

- You know, the sweetest con of all

is to con another grifter,
one who should know better.

- What, you mean you're not retiring?

- I had to say something
to get you all together.

- You little devil.

That's brilliant.

It's brilliant.

It's brilliant.

- It's not all about the
money, is it, Mickey?

- Here endeth the first lesson.