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[seagulls squawking]

[dog barks]

[barking continues]

[dog panting]

Come on, Emily.

[coughs]

- [dog whines] - [beep]

I know, Emily, I know.

It's just impossible to sleep here.

[engine revving]

Look, Jack, I know you love her.

I don't wanna fucking hear about it, Grant, all right?

[line ringing]

[phone ringing]

MAN: Where's my money, Jack?

I wanna see my wife first.

[hangs up]

Fuck.

Don't play games with him.

Just get it done and get out.

[line ringing]

Let's see the money first.

[beep]

[gun cocks]

She starts walking, then your man picks up the bag.

All right, pick it up.

Ronny, move.

JACK: Ronny.

GRANT: Something not right here.

JACK: Ronny, move!

JACK: Passed 1,000 days now.

The memories of that night, still fragments.

Can't make much sense of any of it.

Veronique, Ronny.

It's still so real.

It's as if she possesses me.

But Ronny is dead.

There's no more now than a constant echo.

Like an imaginary companion.

Come.

Come on, Emily.

Time stands still,

and I find myself counting the days stuck on this island.

I've improvised some kind of life out here,

but she still haunts me.

Could I have done more to prevent her death?

Can't move on till I can put the pieces back together.

[barking]

[beep]

WOMAN: Pawn to bishop four. How's the weather?

JACK: Fleet, my lawyer in London

and one remaining contact with the outside world.

She's desperate to know where I am, but can I trust her?

Can I trust anyone?

It's warmer in Aus.

JACK: Knight to bishop three.

FLEET: It's not your money, Jack.

VERONIQUE: Come back to me, Jack.

Wherever we run, he will always come for us.

TV ANNOUNCER: He's gonna be shadowed by Kosanovi.

The two number eights may be seeing

quite a lot of each other.

They had a real battle in the league match

earlier this season.

Petroskov for Drayton,

Murdoch's on the move, and he's found him.

This is Buck, laid off for Harry Page.

Crosses Goode, Murdoch sweeps. Stracken!

Oh, yes!

Jack Stracken scores!

It was a career cut cruelly short by injury.

Jack Stracken was never able to realize

his full potential as a player.

His Cup final winner for Drayton United,

never forgotten, but only a memory now.

[phone buzzing]

[sighs]

Up, up, come here, come here.

Hey, get off now.

[ringing]

Hello?

It's me.

It's 5:30 on a Sunday morning, Jack.

I know.

What time is it with you?

What's the latest?

Gosh, Jack, you've been away three years now.

They bought a new striker,

got a few issues with the stadium.

They are still assigning Karim,

but he's gotta surface at some point.

Look, there's nothing new to report. Just lie low.

I take it the money is still safe.

- Yeah. - I can post a man with you.

No, no, I'm fine.

- But it's still all a blur? - Yeah, I, um...

I remember that smell.

Yeah, well, smell's the most vivid thing.

Look, you know, what he did to her,

nothing you could have done would have made any difference,

money or no money.

So you keep telling me,

I just need to put the pieces back together.

I can't help you if you don't trust me.

For God's sake, Jack, you'd be dead if I hadn't got you out.

You're the only one I can trust.

So then tell me where you are and let me help you.

I'm not ready for that yet.

It's not your money, Jack.

JACK: We'd been happy once.

Seems like a lifetime ago.

Almost there.

- Just a couple more. - It's cold.

[camera clicking]

[speaking French]

Just because I'm French.

That's sweet. [giggles]

Do you miss it?

Football?

Yes.

I miss scoring.

It's a great feeling.

Better than sex?

No comment. [chuckles]

But there are other ways to play the game.

Like what?

Manager, CEO, chairman.

Are you serious?

You're talking about owning the club.

Is that possible?

Anything's possible.

What about us?

This is all about us, Ronny.

We can roll the dice, buy a big stake in the club,

climb as high as we can for a few years,

then we sell out, buy a little winery in Australia.

Nah.

Penthouses, luxury yachts, champagne.

Who wouldn't want a life like that?

Jack Stracken.

[whines]

Are you sure, Mr. Leyton?

Oh, yeah. In a tall glass.

- What's your story? - One more, please.

Another one, please.

I'll have another one.

And I'll have another one.

WOMAN: Where are you from, Angela?

ANGELA: I'm from Dublin.

MAN: Angela. ANGELA: Hey, senor.

Good news. So you're hired. Welcome.

- Great. - Can you start tonight?

- Sure. - All right, good.

Come on, Emily.

Oh, isn't he gorgeous?

- She. - Aww.

What's her name?

VERONIQUE: Drink to remember, Jack.

Are you having fun, Mr. Leyton?

Yeah, yes, Steinjo, whatever.

Okay.

[tires screeching]

[screams]

TV ANNOUNCER: Realized his potential,

his Cup final winner for Drayton United,

only a memory now.

VERONIQUE: Come back to me, Jack.

Emily.

Emily?

Emily.

[seagull squawking]

Emily!

[distant thumping]

[thumping continues]

[thumping]

For Christ's sake, Emily.

Come here.

[whining]

Come.

VERONIQUE: Drink to remember, Jack.

JACK: I need a change of atmosphere.

Can't get back those ten years.

I have a vision.

A bar on a lake,

drawing me to it like a magnet.

I feel like I know this place.

The usual, Mr. Leyton?

- And one for yourself, Tom. - Thank you very much.

What's all this?

TOM: Zaney's big new draw for the punters.

- Music and footie. - You fancy a game?

I would, but Zaney don't like me playing.

Fair enough.

MAN: Hey.

Yeah, yeah.

- It's a hundred quid. - You said fifty.

It's a hundred quid. Take it or leave it.

Is she cool with that?

Hey, Tom.

How's it going, Zaney?

- Good, good. And you? - Not bad.

What was going on out there?

Just business, Mr. Leyton. I'm sure you understand.

Fancy a hiding?

All right, ready?

Dropping by for the show tonight?

Show? What show?

Show. You know the show.

Oh, yeah, yeah, the show.

Come on, come on!

- Zaney. - Yeah.

I meant to ask. Where'd you get that name of yours?

School. Girls reckoned I looked like

that actor in Titanic, Billy Zane.

- Can't see it. - Guess it stuck.

Yes! One-nil. Going for the kill.

Excuse us a minute.

Hey.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

I was just looking for something.

- Yeah, yeah. - Yeah.

- Who's the girl? - She's here for the holidays.

You know, extra cash, bar work.

And I got her singing.

Great voice.

Just singing?

Or is she a business too?

What do you take me for, Mr. Leyton?

WOMAN: I've got a name, you know.

ZANEY: Mr. Leyton, Page Murdoch.

Page. Nice name.

Aren't you gonna offer your star-turn a drink?

Sorry.

Vodka with ice and lemon.

ZANEY: You should hear her. PAGE: Don't forget the lemon.

ZANEY: Shakespeare Sisters, remember them?

JACK: I know her from somewhere,

I'm sure we've met before.

If you want me to set you up...

You're not pimping her out, Zaney.

Hey!

You understand?

Really?

ZANEY: Yes! Two-nil. Leyton's over the hill.

♪

PAGE SINGING: ♪ Up here on the moon

Where do I know you from?

What's that, Mr. Leyton?

♪ Where the sky is low

♪ Been wondering, lost

♪ More unsure than strong

♪ Between guilt and doubt

♪ What is there to find

♪ More than innocence

I love you, Ronny.

♪ Been drowning in dreams

I know.

You're nothing like Karim.

♪ Drink

♪ Drink to remember

♪ When I drink and drink

♪ Drink to dream

♪ There's harm on the river

♪ And the world stands still

♪ You're my shadow

♪ And you're my sins

♪ I won't surrender

♪ Till the new morning

♪ Comes to take me back

♪ Into the new light

♪ When I drink, drink

♪ Drink to remember

♪ When I drink, drink

♪ Drink to dream

Page.

Page Murdoch.

VERONIQUE: Drink to remember, Jack.

[wings flapping]

I know you like to watch me.

I know you like to watch me.

What are you doing here?

Not much of a guard dog, is she?

How did you know I lived here?

Zaney told me.

Why would he tell you that?

I suppose he felt guilty

after your little intervention this afternoon.

Very chivalrous, by the away.

I wanted to say thanks.

Personally.

Are you gonna get me a drink?

What are you having?

Vodka with ice and lemon.

Don't forget the lemon.

Football fan, I see.

How did you get over to the island?

Boat.

I didn't see it.

It's not safe to travel across the water at night.

What difference does it make?

Night, day, it's all the same here.

I see you, you know?

Shooting golf balls,

boating up to that lonely old church.

What's over there?

I've never seen you.

It's a big lake.

One thing I've noticed about you.

You drink every drink...

as if it's going to be your last.

Zaney says you're into real estate.

Is that right?

Says you're sitting on a fortune.

Some kind of tax dodge.

What else does he say?

How did you end up in this hole?

[chuckles]

I like it. It's quiet.

Don't you feel the world is standing still here,

waiting for someone to tell you to move on?

Where are you from, Page?

Guess, Jack.

[groans]

Your wife, I like her hair.

Where is she?

She died.

[groaning]

Why didn't you go to Australia?

Why didn't you build Jack's Domain?

Force her to go with you? [echoing]

'Cause you are not strong enough.

You lied about protecting her.

You broke the contract,

You let her die. Remember, Jack?

ANNOUNCER: Stracken scores!

VERONIQUE: Penthouses, luxury yachts, champagne.

JACK: Let's look at the idea

that my own team are planning a new stadium.

Ronny wanted a piece of the action.

JACK: I love you, Ronny.

VERONIQUE: I know.

JACK: Let's not do this.

Where else can we get the money then?

There will be strings.

There are always strings.

Look.

We get the 10 million,

we build the new stadium,

development deal.

We pay him back, and we never see his face again.

Okay?

Okay.

Take us to Dover Street, Mayfair, please, mate.

VERONIQUE: What are you doing?

- Let's go to his place. - Why?

To ask him about the money.

You want to do it?

I don't see what other choice we've got.

Okay, but why now?

We could see him anytime.

If I'm gonna borrow money from someone,

I want to understand who they are.

He'll be there, right?

Sure. It's his club.

That's where you met him, isn't it?

You know it is.

Why do you wanna see it? There'll be--

I know what kind of club it is.

In a place like that, you'll have to participate.

I'm cool with it.

Are you?

Yeah.

♪ [electronic]

JACK: Saul Karim, night club entrepreneur,

property tycoon,

instigator of nightmares.

Oh!

What an honor this is.

The great Jack Stracken wants to borrow money from me

to buy into his old football club.

You know, I'm a big fan of you and your wife,

about the good memory of seeing her performing again,

like your goal in the Cup final.

You always had the knack for being in the right place

at the right time.

[chuckles]

You're proposing I lend against your stake

in the new stadium.

Share price rises, you cash in and pay me back.

I like it. You are a shrewd man, Jack.

[laughs]

50% interest.

JACK: No shit.

It's my usual term.

I'm sure a man of your means and stature

wouldn't expect anything less.

These terms are not negotiable.

JACK: We invested Karim's money in the football club

as a new stadium was built.

The share price soon went up.

Do you like it?

JACK: I'd never seen Ronny so happy.

We were killing it.

JACK: I thought maybe we should cash in,

but Ronny always got her way.

We agreed to build this club together.

You said you'd go through with it,

but now you're backing down.

Please, a few more years.

You always said Premier League is the Holy Grail,

then you can have as many Jack's Domains as you want.

[whining]

No.

[line rings]

[phone ringing]

Fleet.

There was a girl here last night.

Oh, your luck's changing then.

This is serious, Fleet.

She know me how?

What, do you need protection from this girl?

She's taken a picture.

What picture?

Oh, shit, the gun.

What?

The gun. Fuck!

What the hell is going on there, Jack?

Calm down.

You probably scared the poor girl.

I don't know if Karim sent her.

If Karim sent her, you'd one dead fuck right now.

- He just wants the money. - Oh, come on, Jack.

You're being paranoid.

But I know I've seen her before.

Look, Fleet, I need to ask you something.

It's about Ronny's death.

Was it my fault?

You didn't kill her, did you? He did.

You get some rest. You sound awful.

All these overthinking, it's not good for you.

[coughing]

JACK: Revenge?

Possibly, but for what?

Did Ronny have a sister? Maybe it's her.

Blackmail?

She knows about the money, wants a piece of it.

Did Karim send her?

The bastard would come himself, surely.

How does Page know about Ronny?

[TV playing soccer game]

Oi, watch it, fucker!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

TV: He scores!

I know you.

JACK: It was happening, my dream.

But then it all went wrong.

[speaking French]

Whatever you want.

I want you to want this club.

I agreed, didn't I?

Aus can wait.

That is not the point.

[sighs]

Karim wants his money back.

Back to fucking square one.

What'd you want me to do?

[party chatter]

FLEET: Football agents lining their pockets

at the expense of the game.

I blame the Prime League.

A bit rich, coming from a lawyer like you, Fleet.

Oi!

So now we've got a little problem.

We've got a problem?

-I need to free up some capital. -Oh, Jack.

It's just a temporary thing.

Well, how much are we talking?

- Hey, Jack! - Benny.

Hi. You've come a long way, Jack, eh?

A far cry from Hackney Marshes, don't you think?

You too, Benny, you too.

I know. I still remember our trial back in the day.

It was a lot, Benny. I was just lucky that day.

You've done all right for yourself.

Yeah, you know, I'm just the money man, Jack.

But you get the glory, eh?

Yeah, look, I'll see you later.

Come back to me.

FLEET: Jack!

Councilor Lane.

Ah, pleased to meet the one and only Jack Stracken at last.

I was just saying to Veronique

what a fantastic development you've made.

Which is going to propel Drayton United

into the Prime League.

I'll drink to that.

Everyone, to the new stadium.

ALL: New stadium!

Cheers.

Excuse me.

Jack.

You have gone quiet on me.

I need more time.

Ten days.

And that's more than generous.

Don't bite the hand, Jack.

Uh, need a word. Can't wait.

Yeah.

Stadium payments, player contracts,

developers, agents' fees.

I've been through all the figures.

They just don't add up.

What doesn't add up?

Give us a minute, mate.

Sure.

Someone's stealing from us.

And Karim wants his loan back.

What did he say?

What do you fucking think, Jack?

[crowd chatter]

- You-- - Shut up.

Just do your job.

Fuck.

It's the transfer fees.

How's that possible?

20 million skimmed off the transfer fees.

Come on, Jack. It's nothing at this level.

He doesn't care about the money.

This is his game.

- Karim? - Yeah.

Are you saying he'd bankrupt the club intentionally?

He'd lose his stake. It doesn't make any sense.

You don't know him like I do.

- I gonna fucking talk to him. - Talk about what?

We can't prove anything.

He's too fucking smart.

Someone is working for him.

Someone here.

Who?

Benny?

No. No fucking way.

Benny's the one who brought this to us.

Okay, let's start with the agents then.

It's going to get nasty, Jack.

Are you okay with that?

JACK: Where's Page?

ZANEY: Back home, I guess.

And where's that?

You're a sly one, Mr. Leyton.

I'm not pissing around, Zaney!

Those holiday flats they can't sell.

One in the complex.

FLEET: When was last time Ronny was in the news?

Years ago when she was died.

Exactly. But I'll check it out if it'll make you happy, Jack.

What does she call herself then?

Her name's Page, Page Murdoch.

Find out who she is. Do it now.

JACK: Is it Page triggering these memories?

[thunderclap]

On a bottle?

Or am I losing my fucking mind?

VERONIQUE: Admit it.

Then I'll forgive you.

JACK: Admit what, Ronny?

VERONIQUE: You know what.

[thud]

Stalking me now?

Do you know what I do to people like you?

Pray tell.

People who hit me in the head with my own golf club.

You fell over drunk and bashed your head.

Of course I did.

You should be thanking me,

getting you onto that sofa in the shit state you were in.

What are you doing? Hey, stop!

- What do you want from me? - [distant chatter]

Hey, Thomas!

Catch.

Hey!

Why didn't you build Jack's Domain,

force her to go with you?

I need a word. It can't wait.

JACK: Need a word. Can't wait.

[Radio playing soccer game]

ANNOUNCER: Crosses Goode, Murdoch sweeps. Stracken!

Jack Stracken scores!

Come back to me, Jack.

Page?

VERONIQUE: I just want you to remember!

Page.

Hey!

[panting]

Don't let them hurt me.

[gunshot]

Hey, where is she?

Mr. Leyton, last time you came here--

I'm sorry, okay?

[scooter approaching]

There's your Page.

Come back to me, Jack.

[scooter engine]

[motor stops]

[motor starts]

Page.

[phone ringing]

Yo.

JACK: Grant?

GRANT: Pegged you for a dead man.

I'm a dead man calling in a favor.

It's been a long time, mate.

I wouldn't be calling if it wasn't important.

I'm retired, so...

You owe me. You know you do.

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

Look, Jack, I know you love her.

I don't wanna fucking hear about it, Grant, all right?

I need you to sniff around Drayton FC,

see if there's any record of a Page Murdoch.

- Who? - French girl, auburn hair.

French girl.

I know. She's got eyes on us.

Check it out. Go right back to before I went away.

Look, mate, I never wanna go back there.

The more I see this girl, the more I see Ronny.

And the more I see Ronny, the more I remember.

You were there that night.

This could be bad for both of us.

This girl knows something.

She stole a picture.

I just wanna know who this girl is.

Maybe some connection with Karim.

What's this picture?

It was Ronny in a red dress.

You know the one.

Well, look, mate, what--

Why don't you just talk to Fleet, straight up?

Because you are the only one I can trust.

Something not right here.

Grant?

Grant?

Just a couple of questions, then we're even, yeah?

Then we're even.

Well, um...

I won't get much out of Fleet.

She's a cagey character.

I could try the councilor.

Lane?

JACK: Well, it won't be easy.

Lane's dead.

FLEET: Mr. Grant, it's been awhile.

So you've been running things in Mr. Stracken's absence.

We have an agreement.

Until he deems it safe to come home.

I just wish we knew where he was.

We'd be far more helpful to him.

How does he seem to you?

He's been a bit...

erratic on the phone.

I know about as much as you do.

Mm. In your phone call,

you mentioned something about a girl?

Yes.

Page Murdoch.

Yeah, I forgot you used to be on the force.

The name doesn't ring any bells.

You've certainly hit the big time, haven't you?

Like I say, just keeping his seat for him.

And of course, promotion to the Prime League

certainly helped.

I'd also like to talk to other old associates

of Mr. Stracken's.

You know, people like...

Saul Karim, for instance.

Come on, Fleet.

Well, then you'll know that Karim disappeared.

I've no idea where he is, as Jack will testify.

I'm sorry I can't be of any more help,

but if that's all, I do have rather a lot on.

Yes.

Thank you for clarifying things.

Do give my regards to Jack, won't you?

There you are, Fleet.

[tires screeching]

PAGE: You drink every drink...

as if it's going to be your last.

Page.

♪ [disco]

JACK: They were lovers.

[engine stops]

[beep]

You know what I'm saying? Totally off-speed. Every time.

They said two, three, four, five.

You know, just for any of these items.

I know.

LANE: Un-fucking-believable.

I've been listening to what you're saying, but--

FLEET: You don't care to listen to anything I'm saying.

LANE: I'm doing everything that you've asked me to do!

FLEET: Then do it and do it now!

GRANT: Stracken thinks you're dead.

Jack thinks a lot of things, most of which is bollocks.

So what did Fleet want?

[typing]

Nice view.

A little morbid, isn't it?

Nostalgia. I'm a sucker for it.

Where'd you get it?

You ask too many questions, Grant.

Really? Am I bothering you, Mr. Lane?

No, not at all.

But you do need to make an appointment.

Lane is alive.

And he's got a picture of Ronny.

You know, the one you said the girl stole.

And there's more, so holla back, yeah?

ASAP.

Thanks, Tom.

Hey.

We need to talk. Now.

Well, I'm going to have a drink now.

Looks like you need one too.

- Vodka and ice with lemon. - Coming up.

Don't forget the lemon.

I'm sorry?

That's what you said in my cabin the other night.

I never came to your house.

You did. You know you did.

Are you trying to impress the boys here?

Is that it?

Thank you, Tom.

What is this?

You really want to have this conversation in front of Zaney?

Is this about the money? Is that what you want?

I want you to have a drink.

My wife's coat, her lipstick, her perfume,

- even her fucking accent! - You're hurting me!

You tell me what's going on, or I'll really fucking hurt you.

Then you won't know what happened.

You won't know what you did.

I know you loved her too.

[moaning]

Did Karim send you? You have to tell me.

[laughs]

If he had, you'd be dead.

So what do you want? Just tell me what you want!

I just want you to remember!

I don't wanna remember.

I don't wanna remember!

So I just pull this trigger, and it ends!

But will it, Jack?

Will it?

Come and see me sing tonight. I know you like to watch.

JACK: Karim was stealing from the club.

Way more than the 10 million we owed him.

But we needed evidence.

It's an old-school method, Darren.

Nothing high-tech, you know.

You'll scream,

a bit of begging,

then you'll tell Mr. Stracken over there

everything he wants to know.

Oh, no, no, no, no pressure.

I'll tell you what. Why don't we...

A few practice go's first, yeah?

Get you up to speed.

He's ripping us off.

I'm just an agent.

It's Karim, isn't it?

It's funny, Darren.

Calm down, calm down.

That's it. [laughs]

Nothing to worry about, mate.

[screams]

[vomits]

Nothing to worry about at all.

[whispers] Never show your weakness.

Close your eyes.

Nothing to worry about, all right?

JACK: Turn it off.

Watch it.

- Please. - I want you to watch it.

[screaming]

[rewinding]

VERONIQUE: You're no use to me.

Go to your Australia, whatever.

Honey, I love you.

I love you too.

But this is not about love.

[bell tolling]

You wanted information about the stadium deal.

You know I do.

Yeah.

Yeah, so what's it worth?

Oh, come on, Jack. I'm on your side. You know I am.

Come on, I was the one who secured the votes.

I paid everyone off, all right?

And then all that stuff with the council.

I know who's doing the stealing for Karim.

Beaumont.

Speak to him.

[sobbing]

He said--

No, Benny, you fucking listen to me.

How long you been working for him?

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

It's me, Benny!

Please, please.

You'd have your share, if you'd just been smart enough.

If you hung on just a little bit longer.

But you always were a selfish little prick.

Oh, Christ, please.

I'm the one that told you about the missing money.

I know you too well, Benny.

You did the deal, and when you got greedy, you asked for more.

Karim said no, and you bottled it.

[sobbing]

- [crack] - [crying]

[screams]

[crying continues]

Plug it in.

What?

I said fucking plug it in, Grant.

JACK: It's all coming back now.

But if Karim knows where I am, why send her?

[coughing]

VERONIQUE: He will find us wherever we go.

He will crush us!

[speaking French]

[phone ringing]

Yeah.

So I've been doing some digging, and I've got some info for you.

Okay, go on.

Not on the phone, Mr. Grant.

Okay, then where?

Okay, shoot.

[coughs]

Hello?

Why her?

FLEET: Oh, God. All this again?JACK: Did I kill Ronny?

I don't know, Jack. I wasn't there.

But you read the police report, right?

I can't remember the details.

What was the gun? Was it a Remington?

Was she shot in the front or the back?

I don't know what gun it was, but...

[sighs]

Jack, Ronny was shot in the front.

- That means I killed her. - Don't say that, Jack.

Yes, I did.

No, okay, well, maybe...

- You knew and never told me. - Jack...

You let me believe he killed her.

God, you want to have all the pressure.

-Why would you do that for me? -You were aiming at him, right?

Maybe your finger slipped.

Maybe it...

it was easier.

Easier for who?

Easier for me to trust you, to tell you where I was.

Okay, hang on. You don't know that, Jack.

What are you doing here, Tom?

I'm hunting.

What are you doing?

This is my cabin.

You are hunting too, Mr. Leyton?

That's not a gun for killing rabbits.

Hunt somewhere else, Tom.

Wherever you say, Mr. Leyton.

FLEET: So I've been doing some digging,

and I've got some info for you.

Upper Nation A13, back entrance.

Grant, my friend.

Jack, where is he?

I don't know.

[laughing]

You know...

we made a deal to spare Jack,

then he goes and takes my money.

What do you mean, we?

[groans]

[crying]

Please, guys!

As soon as you came running, Karim knew we were onto him.

It's no fucking mystery, Benny.

It's not what you think, Jack.

How's he moving the cash?

I want names, account numbers, passwords

on fucking everything.

Please! Please!

[crack]

[groaning]

Christ, please.

Please.

Last chance, Benny.

He's a scared pussy. A pussy.

He's lucky to be paid.

Like he wanted you to find another...

He's just a little fucking...

I could tell him myself.

[laughs]

I think he wants some more.

[cries]

Well?

It should have been me, Jack.

I was always a better fucking player

than you ever fucking were.

[laughing]

You're a sad little man, Benny. You always were.

BENNY: I'm fucking sad?

The club's going down like the fucking Titanic,

and you're calling me sad?

[laughs] You could never run anything

without me wiping your fucking ass!

Can't you see you're a fucking joke, Jack?

Great.

Everyone, we're all fucking your whore wife!

[Benny laughing]

[zapping]

Shut the fuck up!

Honey, it's done.

It's done.

Are you fucking stupid?

You know what he did to me!

You think we can run away from this?

He will find us wherever we go.

He will crush us.

You do nothing.

You might as well kill me yourself!

[speaking French]

What did he do to you?

Karim.

He hurt me.

What does that mean?

Hey.

In every way.

Why didn't you just leave?

Because I got to like it.

I'm here because of him.

This ends now.

It ends when he's dead.

No.

Jack?

♪ [disco]

♪ [continues]

[door opens]

Vee.

Ah.

Still as beautiful and charming

as the day I plucked you out of that Paris ghetto.

I gave you a new life.

Surround yourself with books, Karim.

It won't mask anything.

Ah, Vee, what do you want?

Are you leaving that loser of husband

who still owes me so much money?

Jack can't pay you.

I see.

Poor Jack.

Your nightclubs are bleeding you dry.

We know you're stealing from the football club.

I'll get you your money.

Jack leaves and never comes back.

And how are you going to do that?

[sighs]

She's too much for you.

A street girl from Saint-Lunaire.

A fighter struggling, huh?

You think a girl like that just gonna settle down for you?

You can't cage her.

You don't love her. You fucking cut her.

[chuckles]

Is that what she told you?

She begs me to hurt her every time we fucked,

and whatever I do, it's never enough.

[whimpering]

We convince him you're going to kill me.

[chuckles]

[Veronique screaming]

What do you want?

10 million, cash.

And what if I say no?

Oh, then you have to reassemble the parts yourself.

How am I gonna get 10 million? You've taken everything.

Think of it as full settlement of your debt.

And, oh, uh...

thank you for disposing of Beaumont.

Vee...

Jack will never appreciate you the way I do.

I get you the cash you need,

you get me onto the board of directors,

and you spare Jack's life.

[chuckles]

So finally, the leopard reveals her spots.

[chuckles]

Talk to that lawyer, Fleet.

Let's pretend you can do what you say you can.

How can we be sure that he's going to pay?

It's my life.

Jack will pay.

We got collateral debts to you.

Well...

I have three conditions.

One: 10 million in cash.

Two: Jack is humiliated,

and if he ever shows his face again,

the heavens plays for death of a princess.

What's the third condition?

You.

[seagulls squawking]

On us, Mr. Leyton.

Stay for a few more. Keep the bar open.

You look like you can use it.

JACK: What did she do after she killed Benny?

Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you doing here?

I'm here because of you.

Do you like it?

Jack, Jack, stop!

[tires screeching]

[horn honks]

Jack, you could have killed us both!

Tell me everything you know, and I'll take you to the money.

Fuck the money!

Look, it's not safe for you here!

I'm worried about you, Page!

These people, Zaney, Karim, you have no fucking idea!

You're worried about me? Why'd you put a gun to my head?

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

I'm losing my fucking mind here.

Will you please just get back in the car?

Please.

JACK: I realize there are people out there

who don't much care about me.

About us, Page.

So from now on, I'm gonna protect you.

PAGE: How will you protect me, Jack?

JACK: Look, when this is all sorted,

I'm gonna start fresh.

Australia.

You should come too.

Here.

Merci.

I want the same, you know.

Did you tell him about the money?

Okay, forget it. I'll deal with it.

Tell me about London.

She put me there.

I had no idea.

Ronny?

So we both lost her.

Maybe she had more to lose than either of us.

I just need a minute.

JACK: I overheard a conversation, long forgotten.

Couldn't make sense of it at the time.

But now...

[speaking French]

- Okay? - Okay.

VERONIQUE: You think this is all about the money?

Poor Jack.

[distant gunshot]

Page?

Don't let him hurt me.

[gunshot]

PAGE: Zaney says you're sitting on a fortune.

ZANEY: I'm not the low-life you think I am.

[horn honks]

I'm looking for Zaney.

Oh, hasn't been in yet.

Are you sure he's not here, Tom?

His van's outside. The door's open.

Lots of people all day.

He's never usually late like this.

Any message?

GRANT: Jack, we need to talk.

Lane's alive. He's got that picture of Ronny,

the one you said the girl stole.

Holla back, yeah? ASAP.

This is Grant. Leave a message. [beep]

JACK: Grant, for Christ's sake, call me.

It's him.

- [phone buzzing] - Time to perform, Fleet.

Fleet, what's going on? Is Grant there to see you?

Your friend's disappeared. Things are going crazy here.

If Karim's resurfaced,

it's only a matter of time before he finds you.

Someone on your end must have tipped him off.

But you've gotta tell me where you are.

Hey!

Jack, are you there?

I need to talk to you.

Hey!

Zaney!

Zaney!

Zaney!

Zaney.

Hey!

Come here, you little prick!

Mr. Leyton, what's going on? What is this?

Don't give me that "Mr. Leyton" shit.

You know who I am.

I'm gonna kill Karim, but first, I'll fucking kill you.

Should've let Page out of this, Zaney.

[gun cocks]

It's not me she's afraid of. It's you.

The fuck does that mean?

Please, please, it's me, Steinjo.

Why are you doing this? Why?

You're fucking psycho, Leyton! What you trying to prove?

You come to my bar every day with that silly dog

and try to impress Angela.

- But guess what. - Aww...

- Isn't he gorgeous? - She.

She only cares about the dog. She just fucking likes the dog!

I'm just...

[mutters]

Page, Steinjo...

Zaney, Ronny, Page, Ronny... [echoing]

ANGELA: Are you okay? STEINJO: He's got a fucking gun!

Oh, my God! What?

Okay, go, go.

JACK: This can't be happening.

Page!

Who is it, Page?

Who's gonna hurt you?

Page!

Page!

Page!

Ronny?

[cocks shotgun]

Don't let him hurt me.

[gunshot]

KARIM: Where's my money, Jack?

I wanna see my wife first.

Just get it done and get out.

Let's see the money first.

Don't let him hurt me.

JACK: Ronny, move!

[tires screeching]

I killed her.

She's dead.

[horn honking]

[grunts]

[sniffles]

[sobbing]

ANNOUNCER: This is Buck, laid off for Harry Page.

Crosses Goode, Murdoch sweeps.

Jack Stracken scores!

ANNOUNCER: Harry Page, Murdoch...

FLEET: Jack.

JACK: Fleet, I remember everything.

Where are you, Jack?

Norway. Trondelag.

Great.

I'll send someone.

FLEET: Jack?

Jack, are you all right?

Are your friends coming to say hello?

For fuck's sake, Jack, it's me.

Why don't you just give the money back?

Fuck! Don't blow this up!

[screams]

[gunshots]

I killed the decoy.

Which means...

[coughing]

Come on out, Jack, before you burn!

Money's in here with me, Lane!

Why don't you come and get it?

KARIM: It has never been about the money, Jack!

It's the principle!

You think I don't know that, you sick fuck?

Second-rate player steals your fucking queen,

you just don't take it.

KARIM: That queen came running right back to me, Jack!

Did she?

You killed an innocent girl, Jack.

You set that whole thing up just to see me suffer, didn't you?

Keep telling yourself that if that makes you--

[panting]

[gagging]

[gunshot]

Nothing in life becomes so quiet like the leaving of it.

Eh, Jack?

That's the look I wanted to see in London.

Abject failure.

Now you know how it feels.

[gunshot]

Vee.

Don't call me that. You know I hate it.

You thought I enjoyed fucking you

if I wasn't getting my football club in return?

[groans]

Ridiculous men. All money, sex, and ego.

Can you walk?

[seagulls squawking]

[coughs]

Veronique, I told myself you were dead.

And I told myself that at least you were alive.

I needed more, Jack.

Split it, Jack.

Don't look at me like that.

You wouldn't take care of me,

so I went back to him and made a deal.

He wanted to see you with nothing.

So you use a girl.

Would you rather have killed me?

You should have stayed hidden.

And sending Grant was a mistake.

Yeah.

So what do we do about the money?

The club is all yours now.

[motor starts]

What was her name?

What difference does it make?

[motor revs]

♪ Up here in the now

♪ Where the sky is low

♪ Been wondering, lost

♪ More unsure than strong

♪ Between guilt and doubt

♪ What is there to find

♪ More than innocence

♪ I been drowning in dreams

♪ And crying

♪ So I drink, drink

♪ Drink to remember

♪ And I drink, drink

♪ Drink to dream

♪ There's fog on the river

♪ And the world stands still

♪ You're my shadow

♪ And all my sins

♪ I won't surrender

♪ Jailing you morning

♪ Comes to take me back

♪ Into their new light

♪ And I drink, drink

♪ Drink to remember

♪ And I drink, drink

♪ Drink to dream

♪ And I drink, drink

♪ Drink now to wonder

♪ And I drink, drink

♪ To see there

♪ And I drink, drink

♪ Drink to remember

♪ And I drink, drink

♪ Drink

♪ To dream