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MAN: Chess is generally known as a royal game.

But sometimes people overlook the fact that a few pawns

can seriously kick your ass.

Shit, they're all over this place.

Now what?

Plan B!

What? What is Plan B?

This is Plan B!

That's Plan B?

You could have cleaned up.

Let's go then.

Yeah.

Can't you carry any more?

A bit too much, huh?

Yeah, okay.

Come on, you bum!

Shit, I'm outta ammo.

Let me try.

I'm empty, too. Great!

Watch out!

Huh?

What's wrong?

The boss is in there. He called us jerks!

BOSS: I see you, jerks!

What do we do?

BOSS: Come on, cocksuckers!

Do you have a pen?

A pen? A pen?

I'm gonna shoot you another asshole!

Huh?

Fuck!

That's how it's gotta be, right?

With some fight action, some shooting.

It's gonna be awesome! Cha, react!

Okay.

You know what I mean, right?

No.

Like, fight action. Phong, react!

Ah!

Yes!

Ah! Yes!

That's good, that's good!

That's really good.

Did you bring those guys?

Mm-hmm. Super.

You're fired.

But the way you wanna do it, it's not going to work.

It's either that way or not at all!

Ah!

Interesting!

Listen to me, George Michael, it's gonna be exciting.

Take Jackie Chan and Jet Li and fuck off my set

before I kick your ass. Got it?

Huh?

Idiots.

NARRATOR: These boys were about to become my best friends.

Why am I not supposed to be at the funeral?

Aleksey was my brother-in-law!

NARRATOR: And this gentleman is my worst nightmare,

my biggest enemy,

Gabriel.

Two wasted days of work again!

He doesn't know anything about action.

I'm doing the action here.

I'm working my ass off to get you big jobs, big money--

The only big thing on this job was the makeup girl.

As big as the other jobs before that?

NARRATOR: This is U-Gin, by the way.

The four have been inseparable since childhood.

U-Gin isn't a gifted stuntman like the others,

so he declared himself their manager.

And that despite the fact that he really sucks at numbers.

Are you serious?

If Can continues to play diva, there will be no more jobs!

"Diva"? We're the best!

But you're not professionals!

If you were, you'd put your asses on the line and wait for it!

Are we whores?

Do I look like a pimp?

At least, they get money.

As a beginner, you get paid less.

We have been starting up for six years now.

Guys, we should stop this. We can't go on like that.

By the way, I have to tell you something.

PHONG: Hi, baby.

I'm coming home right now. I'll prepare some food.

Sorry, guys. Phong, wait! I'll help you look.

For what?

Your balls, jackass!

Funny!

Come on, it wasn't that bad.

What did you want to tell us?

Fuck it.

What's the matter with him lately?

No idea, man.

Oh, fuck, that late? I gotta go to the office!

Shit.

The queen is the piece with the most liberties to move.

She can move straight

or diagonally.

But she has to decide on one move.

If she leaves the chosen path...

she gets unpredictable,

and the King will deem her...useless.

The car has arrived.

Hey, baby.

Hey, sweetie.

Yes.

How are you two?

Rad.

I think I'm hearing a heartbeat!

That's mine, you tool.

Really? That loud?

Yeah.

You're the sickness, I'm the cure.

You're the sickness, I'm the cure!

You're the sickness, I'm the--

WOMAN: Can!

WOMAN: Can! Did you take out the garbage?

WOMAN: Don't forget to get the garbage out!

Okay, Mum!

MOM: And then come eat! Okay!

MOM: Are you posing in front of the mirror?

Of course not!

Yeah.

U-GIN: Yes, we have time for you tomorrow.

Trust me, you're getting the best for this job.

Yeah.

We'll be there tomorrow at 2 p.m.?

Of course. All right.

The hallway's gotta be cleaned up...

No problem. Remember, we are the cleaners.

Ciao!

Fisher's Isle, tomorrow at 2 p.m.

Do a good job.

Am I supposed to do it all alone?

Reel Deal Action Design, U-Gin speaking, how can I help?

Yes, that's right. Yes.

I have the best stuntmen in town.

For the lowest price, if you get me.

Yes, today?

Okay.

One moment, I'm writing it down.

Okay. No, we'll be there.

Yes. Thanks, bye!

Nice!

Private calls during work hours.

That's a pay cut.

What?

If I take a breather, it's pay cut.

If I have to pee, it's pay cut!

Can I do anything without a pay cut?

If you don't like it,

I'll find some new idiot in no time.

-Yo, bro! -U-GIN: Yo, chiller, what's up?

Yes, I'll be there in a sec!

-Everything okay? -Yes! I got a nice casting call.

-Really? -Yeah, let's meet up later.

-All right then! -See you later!

Congratulations! You got lucky. Playing babysitter for Kopp.

Babysitter? He's an old hand.

Had some bad luck.

Bad luck? Kopp is a loser.

For years, he's been chasing this Gabriel.

Some important files were missing, and the case had to be closed.

A lot of bad-mouthing from you guys over there.

You know why he's been transferred here, right?

He shot his partner,

he was between him and a suspect.

Bam, bam, bam, three bullets into the leg,

without batting an eye!

You know his nickname?

RoboKopp, so what?

So what?

He may have caught the suspect, but...

his partner is getting disability pension.

He is crazy.

Be careful he doesn't get you into the same shit.

See you.

So...

since we're forced to work with each other...

we should talk straight.

If you want to know something, just ask me.

KOPP: And this guy, who is about to ask my favorite question,

would be my new partner.

Schulz.

Is it true what Ploeger says?

That you shot your partner?

If we two should ever get in the same situation,

I'll show you how it all went down.

At 4 p.m., your lives are gonna change!

Can, you and your Kebab. Next time, we'll get Asian food.

I don't like noodles, you know that.

But it's healthier.

Vegetables, low fat meat, fish.

Stop babbling. I got vegetables in here. It's healthy, too.

Okay. Are we here to exchange recipes?

Should I get you onto a cooking show?

What's so urgent?

Guys, I got you into a top casting!

It's gonna be a "top casting."

Why don't you listen first?

It's for a German movie.

Do we get paid?

It's more like a low budget thing, okay.

Do you think I can pull the best jobs out of my ass?

Is he being serious? Is he texting his lady?

Man, I gotta go do some groceries.

Shit, who's eating all that?

You're playing housewife now?

Ulla is earning the money, I can at least do the groceries!

What are you laughing at?

Who is still living with mommy and gets his undies ironed?

Okay guys, what's with the casting?

If it's as good as you say, I'm in.

Nice!

Guys, I'm out.

I can't go on like that.

What do you mean?

How many castings do you want to do?

How many have we had and what have we achieved?

It's over for me.

"It ain't over till it's over!"

Your Stallone quotes will be over, too.

I understand you. Let's just do it this one time!

Only one more time!

Come on!

ALL THREE: Come on, come on, come on...

Okay, okay.

But so that you know, just this one time!

Let's meet in an hour!

I'm in. You know what?

I got a really nice idea.

Sounds good.

Are you serious? Are you going to a fancy-dress ball?

Fancy-dress ball?

Bruce Lee.

Marty McFly. Cobretti.

Right.

We got something for you, too.

I'm not gonna wear this.

We're all in the same boat.

Forget it.

U-Gin, you're one of us, right?

Just shut up and put on the jacket.

Nice. Cool location. Helluva job again.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Don't give up just yet, blondie.

We're not done yet.

I already told you everything I know.

If you're lying, you dirty little bitch...

Gabriel's gonna get you back in little slices.

Like some fucking Serrano ham.

Guys, we really gotta leave an impression!

Crap!

Chill, man! Trust me!

No solos this time.

What do you wanna do?

We are the sickness, you are--

Shit... Sorry.

Just a moment. Fuck!

U-GIN: Didn't I say no solos this time?

CAN: Are you ready?

You're the sickness, we're the cure!

We're Reel Deal Action Design,

and we got an appointment at 4 p.m.!

Cool location, huh?

Boys!

Shit!

Oh, shit.

KOPP: That's Eddie. What can be said about him?

Crook, megalomaniac, and pretty crazy.

And very ruthless.

THUG: Shut up!

Did Gabriel send you?

Who?

We... are here for the casting.

Congrats. You're about to play corpses.

Seems like you idiots are in the wrong kind of movie.

Roll credits! Kill them.

No.

Wait.

Eddie, come here.

WOMAN: Super. The address is Neues Ufer 96.

KOPP: Sixty-nine, a very teasing number.

It doesn't have anything to do with 96, except...

Well, U-Gin and the numbers.

CAN: U-Gin, what did you do? I'm sorry!

They seem to be tough. Why not use them?

Why get our hands dirty?

And what if this bitch lied to us?

Gabriel will come and kill us all.

Let's be clever.

Great.

Listen up, you clowns.

This sweet sobbing chick here...

...is Gabriel's wife.

She told us something very interesting.

-Gabriel who? -Shut up!

Don't you read the papers?

He's on every headline.

He thinks he is Tony Montana of Berlin!

This Gabriel's got a safe with some cool shit.

And we want this cool shit.

KOPP: Yes, Gabriel and his cool shit.

Twenty years I've been trying to put this guy behind bars.

For 20 years, this cool shit has prevented that.

In his safe was a whole archive of compromising documents

that he used to control his "business partners."

Bankers, businessmen, politicians, prosecutors, etc.

It didn't matter if he bought or blackmailed them,

everything went into that safe.

And the ones not willing to play along... Well.

One thing was obvious.

The safe would give anyone great power.

But even with nobody knowing about it,

Gabriel didn't just hide it in his bedroom,

but at some secret place somewhere in the city.

Yet his wife Victoria or his brother Aleksey

had to help him in case of a sudden arrest.

For that, they needed access to the archive.

Because the paranoid bastard didn't even want to tell them,

he created a system.

He spread the coordinates and the safe's combination

to several secret locations that he controlled.

To find the safe, you had to go from one location to the next.

His wife and his brother only knew the first location.

That way, he was prepared for a case of need,

and he made sure that nobody could come near it

without him knowing immediately.

And what do you have to do with that?

We don't want to know. Shut up.

You will get me this cool shit.

We won't do shit for you.

Shut up.

Is he going to be a daddy? Hmm?

So sweet.

A real daddy?

You're going to be a father?

I've been trying to tell you.

Fuck!

To add drama, we're gonna keep him here.

You do the job, then you'll get your daddy back.

Cool deal, huh?

If our sweet little bitch didn't lie to us,

there are four spots somewhere in the city.

At each spot, a part of the combination is hidden

along with a clue for the next spot.

Like some fucking paper chase.

On that paper are some numbers. They're called coordinates.

Fascinating thing.

This is spot number one.

How do we know you aren't playing us?

Sweetie,

you will have to take that risk.

Man, we won't-- Shut your fucking mouth!

You got time until 8 a.m. tomorrow.

If you don't make it by then...

he eats a bullet.

If you talk to the police...

he eats a bullet.

And if you ask one more stupid question...

he eats a bullet.

Let's go.

I wouldn't do that, big guy.

What you gonna do about it?

You don't wanna know.

Stop that shit!

Piss off already!

Okay.

Come on, Cha, this one last time!

Nice casting! I hope you're happy!

What do we do?

Of course we're going to the cops!

Didn't you listen? Phong is fucked if we do that!

Got a better idea?

We do what we gotta do and get it over with.

Hello, McFly, anybody home?

These are gangsters. Don't trust them.

Do we have a choice?

I'm not risking Phong's life

so you can play Rambo!

It's not a movie, wake up!

What movie?

Where is this loser Boris?

Do something useful for a change.

Keep an eye on them.

Can is right. They'll be watching us,

and if we don't comply, they will know and kill Phong.

That's what I'm saying.

Boys, believe me.

We're making the mistake of our lives.

We need a car. We're faster that way.

Where do you wanna get one? Wanna steal one?

U-Gin, nice job!

Easy, wasn't it?

Come on, bro!

Great.

If you wanted to get driving,

now's the perfect moment.

My car!

That went well. He's gonna call the cops.

We're collecting those clues and that's all.

It's a running errand.

Do we deliver pizza now?

Did I switch the house number?

Guys, chill.

Where do we have to go first?

That's a cafe in Kreuzberg.

Anything else?

The info is engraved on the handle of a...

dagger?

What's "cloeb"?

It's supposed to say "club."

They wanna be left alone.

I'm gonna go in there, play brother, and that's it.

Trust me.

You don't get along with your brothers that well, huh?

Let your manager do that.

You wanna go in there?

You could try and play sister.

Watch and learn.

Yo.

What do you want, doofus?

Seems to work.

He didn't cop one yet.

U-GIN: That guy from one minute ago...

says you're all ugly, fat sons of bitches.

Wait, wait! That's not all. The rank is coming.

The chink that's with him said he's fucked all your mothers.

Yours.

Maybe he's not such a bad manager.

Yours.

My words exactly.

Not yours, but yours twice.

You know what, Cha? I always believed in him.

You're dead, you bastards!

Shit.

Sons of donkeys!

Fuck it!

Rad.

CAN: He is a crap manager.

CHA: Shut up and run!

That way!

What's up?

Why are we running away?

Don't make trouble, man.

Come back!

Boys, get lost.

I wouldn't be that bold if I were you!

Son of a bitch! Get him!

Fight!

Move over, I'm driving now!

U-GIN: What's wrong? Chill, man!

CHA: What the hell did you tell them?

U-GIN: Me? Not a thing!

Kopp.

Got it.

What happened?

Work to do. Kreuzberg.

Hey, wait for me!

Yeah, what?

All right.

You're lucky. Your boys are making progress.

Thanks for calling.

I thought that might interest you.

What does he mean?

A neighbor reported a brawl with the guys from the cafe.

The witnesses didn't see much.

The guys in there aren't very talkative.

KOPP: Why didn't Gabriel have any clue about all that?

He had some other things on his mind.

His brother Aleksey had recently died under mysterious circumstances.

Gabriel treated him

to a nice new home six feet under.

Since women are as welcome at gangster funerals as they are at a papal election,

Gabriel had not yetvnoticed the kidnappingvof his wife, Victoria.

Yes.

Three guys you say?

You got beaten up by three guys, you losers?

What did they want? You don't know?

Let me tell you what I know.

If Gabriel hears about that,

he'll beat the shit out of you.

NARRATOR: And without knowing it, Lionid made

a very dumb decision.

You're lucky that he doesn't have time for your shit today.

Losers.

Three guys, you say?

Interesting.

Somebody's in an excellent form.

And having unfinished business with Gabriel.

They'll give you hell if you don't forget that Gabriel thing.

And me, too, by the way.

What I don't understand...

what kind of idiots want to mess with Gabriel?

That went smoothly, huh?

Smooth? Now we have to pick street fights!

Die for nothing or live for something.

You decide, Cha.

Are you nuts? Can't you just take a picture?

We're driving with a clue to Gabriel's safe!

Better safe than sorry.

Besides, be glad we're doing so well.

Piece of crap!

Everything alright, boys? You need help?

Are you familiar with cars?

Well, he is.

Let me see.

It won't start.

I think it's the alternator.

Let's push-start it.

And give it some juice.

MAN: Okay, guys.

A little faster.

Faster.

Even a little more.

Hang in there! More!

Yeah!

I always thought I would die on duty.

Looks like the cholesterol's gonna get me first.

When did you join?

Twenty years ago.

Bad money, no time for family...

my dream job.

Hmm. I know.

At some point, you're not even surprised

that you spent the night at the office again.

And what does Mrs. Kopp say to that?

Mrs. Kopp...

she's been called Dombrowski again for five years now.

Didn't they want to have a threesome with Gabriel?

Toilet?

Out of order.

Wait. You're not getting in like that.

Why not?

This is a place with style.

What?

Can, you'd better wait outside then.

Tie is mandatory.

Give me yours.

Your shades are fucking annoying.

It's like a dick on your face.

Better a dick on the face than no dick at all, Minnie Mouse.

Guys, the next clue is a heater.

Let's check.

Hey guys, how about a nice bottle of Petrus?

We're sticking to beer.

It's pretty boring here.

We should slip away.

Yes.

Stay for a while.

No, no, we're hitting it.

Ciao.

Guys!

This place has no heater.

Well, shit. What now?

Let's check that door.

Shit!

U-Gin.

Can and I go in there. You go to the bar and keep watch.

Enjoy it. Have one for me!

Not bad.

Wanna have a contest?

Looks like I won.

You're a natural.

I can do a lot of things with my mouth.

Champagne!

Whew!

Got anything?

Nothing.

Fuck, that's hot!

Can you help me?

You're the sickness, I'm-- Yo!

Okay, I got it.

WOMAN: Nice stuff!

Can you dance?

Can I dance?

Looks good. Yeah.

I told you this is not the restroom!

Sorry.

What's your name?

And one to the right, and...

Did you have to ask for her name?

Don't you see how she looks?

What's happening?

We're getting thrashed by a woman.

I haven't gotten serious yet. You?

No way!

Want some more, wannabes?

She looks angry!

She's beautiful when she's angry.

What kind of group sex is that?

Okay. You wanted it that way.

Three, two, one.

Hey, give me the bill!

Come back, you...

That's mine!

Cunts.

Watch out.

It's okay!

Taxi!

Get out!

Well, cuties, where do you wanna go?

Just drive.

At least give back the ties, jerks!

Bastards!

Fucking hell, we're outta beer.

You morons forgot to stock up.

We can go to the gas station.

I'll do it myself. You always buy that mixed shit.

Hey, I gotta piss.

THUG: Suck it up!

I can piss right here if you want.

You're fucking annoying me.

Take this sissy to the loo.

Great.

How am I supposed to do it like that?

Or do you wanna hold it? You're gonna need both hands.

I can't go when somebody is watching.

What? I can't go when somebody is watching.

Are you shitting me? Do you think I want to see your dick?

Don't try to fuck with me, asshole!

You wanker, I'll get you!

Don't think you'll get away with fucking me over!

Stop! Whoa!

Stop, stop!

Thanks! You won't believe what happened.

I already know this story.

And the ending is pretty shitty.

Fuck!

To Aleksey.

If you would like to follow me now, please...

Shit! I hate these dogs!

Why? That's good luck!

Maybe you're heading for good times.

Funny.

That's also one of Gabriel's joints, isn't it?

Coincidence?

I don't think so.

Somebody is systematically trying to piss off Gabriel.

A rival?

I can't imagine anyone being so dumb.

Plus...

Plus what?

KOPP: Gabriel has a lot of enemies everywhere.

Despite that, this scum seems to be untouchable.

So he has a lot of them by the balls,

or he bought them.

These assholes are sitting around

watching his back.

They're sitting around here, too.

SCHULZ: You mean that Gabriel's meddling in our stuff?

Why do you think my case went down the drain?

Why did it even go to trial then?

When they arrested Gabriel's brother for a minor offence,

I nabbed him. Pathetic wimp.

Not at all like Gabriel.

I told him what they do to handsome boys like him in prison.

And then I had him.

I had him ready to testify against his own brother.

You had a grip on Gabriel's brother? Really?

Well... a chance like that occurs only once in a lifetime.

Yes?

KOPP: To fuck up. Verb, transitive.

Definition,

to conclude something without success,

to execute a task extremely badly...

Not telling Gabriel that three guys are trashing his joints.

GABRIEL: I'm happy we have reached an agreement.

In the middles ages, the bearer of bad news was often beheaded.

Pretty excessive.

I wonder what they did if, in addition,

that bad news was delivered too late?

Remind me to look that up sometime.

I'd really love to know.

You're sure it's the same three guys?

Yes, and also that pig is snooping around again.

Kopp?

The guy is a real bloodhound.

Let him do the dirty work, so he's busy.

And? What now?

Well...

it looks like only two guys can keep up with Gabriel...

God and Superman.

So you don't have a clue.

No, Schulz,

I don't have a goddamn fucking clue.

Have you ever thought about quitting? - Yeah.

As soon as Gabriel is thrown into the deepest shithole on this planet.

And that shithole into an even deeper shithole.

The three guys you're looking for,

I know where they'll turn up next.

But you don't want to tell me who you are?

Someone wants to serve us our three guys on a silver platter.

Let's go then.

- Keep the change. - Thanks. Isn't it too late for a visit?

Take my card and give me a call if you need me later.

What visit?

Okay, the next clue is "Frederick Krueger".

Who the hell is that?

No clue, man.

But he must be somewhere beyond this wall.

How do we get him to the other side?

Cha! Cha, I love you!

Where is Can?

Shh! Be quiet!

You're my bros.

I know. But you stay here and shut your mouth! Okay?

I'm sorry, guys. I've been a shitty manager.

Yeah, that's true.

From now on, I'll get you the best jobs, okay?

If you shut your trap now, you still get to be our manager.

Okay? Okay.

You guys are the hottest shit.

You do this kung fu stuff and all.

I can do nothing against you.

Lick my tiny yellow balls...

Fuck, man. I hate cemeteries.

Stop feeling me up. Are you afraid?

What? Never!

I gotta piss.

CAN: Ever heard about ghost stories?

CHA: What ghost stories?

The ones about the White Woman at the cemetery.

She drags people into the graves at night.

You're shitting me!

When have I ever done that?

She's real, man.

Back there.

- What, where? - Over there!

I don't see anything.

Ha-ha, very funny.

You fell for it!

Look, the gravestone.

Shit!

Search it.

The clue should be around here somewhere.

Are you done? Can we leave now?

I got it.

Heh?

Where's U-Gin? Wasn't he here?

How will we find him in the darkness?

Don't know.

Maybe he should smile.

Fuck, what was that?

No clue, man. But it's coming from back there.

Go have a look.

Go look yourself!

CHA: Psst!

MAN: Hmm?

Untie him, you goddamn freaks!

Those are my bros coming for me.

Are you done?

Cha! And Can! My bros.

I love you guys.

What the hell is that?

I think he wants you.

CAN: Man, kick his ass!

He wants some? I'll give him some!

You can't do shit! Shh!

C'mon, Cha!

C'mon! C'mon!

Give him hell!

I thought this guy was hardcore.

He's a total pussy.

Yeah, let's get the black bloc anarchists back.

No. If you want the hardcore guys,

we have to get the Young Conservatives.

I told you the stories about the White Woman were true.

Wasn't that a guy?

What the hell, man?

Can we get out of here please?

I think he liked you.

CHA: You're so damn funny.

CAN: You got a nice butt, though.

Pull yourself together, man. Or somebody's gonna call the cops.

Well, guys.

Having fun?

Listen up, you clowns.

This "tour de fuck up" of yours

has maybe won you some fans.

But you've also broken the law.

KOPP: Assault and battery in 24 cases.

Property damage. Car theft.

And your mommies won't like this one...

you forgot to pay for the bubbly at the strip club.

So let's be clear. We can throw your asses in jail.

So how about you start singing?

Okay. Separate interrogations.

Spit it out! What was your business at the cemetery?

What about the strip club?

And those thugs at the cafe?

Are there only three of you? Who are you working for?

What do you know about Gabriel?

-Hello!

You look ripped, dude.

Do you work out?

Solly, me no speak English. Me no from here.

That's a tight beard you're sporting. Trimmed. Sweet.

Me get up from bed, call Can in telephone.

And your partner totally looks like Al Pacino.

Me, no fight. No like hurt.

Do you know those guys, Starsky and Hutch?

Do you know them?

No from here.

Did I tell you I'm having difficulty sleeping?

That's why I stay up all night nowadays.

I'm having trouble with the old lady, I'll be staying overnight.

We've got all night for this.

We've got all night.

But you don't, right?

Your crusade against Gabriel started today, whatever the reason.

Mine has been going on for 20 years now.

You and me, we want the same thing, don't we?

All right, I'll tell you everything.

Let's not waste any time. Send out the SWAT team.

God, my head. Shit!

What do we do now?

Hey, Cha! Did you tell them anything?

I said where the casting office is.

You did what?

Did you think you could fuck me over?

Yeah, what? Where are you?

The cops? And why didn't you call earlier?

You wanted to wait for the boys leave the station, you fucktard?

If you come here again, I'll thrash you, you dirty asshole!

Let's go, guys, we gotta split.

What about these two?

Shit!

Shoot them and then go!

Hey, Boss, I'll take care of it.

Even better.

Hands up!

Chill out. I told them where the casting was held, not where Phong is.

Huh?

Are you kidding me? Huh?

Who called you?

Get out of here, fucking bums!

You're messing up the floor!

I just mopped it!

Idiots! You're bums!

Why? The cops might have saved Phong.

I don't think so.

When I told those two about Gabriel,

they got all fidgety.

Everybody just wants to get their hands on that safe.

Oh, Eddie.

Didn't you ever wonder who might've spread rumors about Gabriel's safe?

You think it was by chance that my new partner

suggested kidnapping me

on the one day that Gabriel would be at the funeral?

You've been lying to me the whole time, you jerk!

But when you found some suckers you could blackmail into doing your work,

I was surprised, to put it mildly. Maybe even impressed.

But see...

Eddie...

you are my sucker.

Then again, it's not your fault.

Your brain seems to be even smaller than your dick.

I swear to you, you thunder cunt,

if I ever get my hands on you,

I'm going to slice off your tits

and feed them to the troll that shat out your grandma!

Shut up!

What about this one?

How can they get the codes if we still have the dagger?

Okay.

They need Phong alive.

I think we might still need him.

CAN: So what now?

I haven't thought about that yet.

Guys...

this whole time, we were chasing the hottest jobs and the big money.

I know what you can do. This time it's not about money or fame.

It's about helping our brother, getting together again.

The problem is we don't have the fourth part of the combination yet.

Guys, we're family, right?

Besides...

problems are there to be solved.

For Phong.

For Phong.

Yeah?

KOPP: Thanks for the heads-up.

They tricked us.

Those boys are not as stupid as they look.

Dude, I gotta puke.

Again?

Yeah, I'm fucked.

Okay, we'll go ahead.

I'll catch up.

Hello.

All right. We're on our way.

Sorry.

My wife is always worrying when I'm gone for the night.

We'll get to the bottom of this now.

Let's take the back entrance.

A statue... in this place?

I don't know. Let's start looking.

Let me handle this.

You wanna play the brother now?

Thank you for your welcome.

We wouldn't bother you if it wasn't really important.

We're archaeology students

and would like to take a look at your precious Buddha statue.

We are writing a thesis on the Imperial period,

when the emperors were alive, etc.

Anyway, we're very interested in your culture

as it's more than 100 years old.

What's she saying?

No clue.

I'm Korean. You should know that by now.

What kind of Asian are you?

Don't know.

Okay. Plan B. What?

CHA: You can't do this.

Sure I can.

Quick work, eh?

Archaeology students?

Really?

Oh... shit.

Come on.

Shit.

I got something for you.

You got it going on.

Here, I didn't need those.

Not anymore maybe.

BOTH: Phong?

You guys got something I want.

She's after the goddamn safe, too.

Your decision.

You still don't get it.

You're way out of your depth.

Now hand over the coordinates.

Bravo.

A grand move.

I see you've learned to write the rules to your own game.

You really thought I was just a pawn

that you could move around your chessboard

like you did with your brother?

We have to do something or the boys are fucked.

Kopp, there's too many of them.

We're responsible for them.

You know...

I've always expected

some scumbag to go after my archive.

That it has turned out to be you...

is almost interesting.

But to be honest, you bore me.

Call for backup. I'll try and hold them up.

Wait, this is suici--

Police!

Everybody stay calm.

Now it's getting interesting.

Did you tell her how your brother died?

What does he mean?

Sweetie,

are you really that gullible?

Like I said, lousy pay.

Did I ever tell you how the story with my old partner ended?

He was a corrupt asshole, just like you.

If you have something to say, say it.

Did you really think Gabriel would let my key witness

against him live?

Guess you've lost sight of one thing.

This is still my game.

You've lost sight of something, too.

Your brother...

wasn't only a better person than you...

he was also a better fuck.

Finish them!

Phong! Get her!

Kick his ass, Can!

Shit!

I told you it was a bad idea.

You still alive?

I'm all right. Go help Phong.

Sure?

You okay?

They've gone this way.

Enough of that!

You look beat.

Phong! What are you doing here?

You're all so stupid.

Over there!

Child's play is over.

My game, my rules.

Fuck!

Die for something or live for nothing.

Your choice.

Can!

Your move.

Dead or alive, you're coming with me.

Yippie-ki-yay, motherfucker!

Are you okay?

The bullet went right through, don't worry.

We got something for you.

Phong, in her pocket.

Cha, are you alright?

CHA: I'm all right. What about you?

CAN: Yeah.

About time we got rid of this shit.

These are the coordinates.

I know this. Those are garden allotments near the airport.

There's additional info. C13.

That will be the plot number.

Guys, there's something left for me to do.

I'll send somebody down.

And, um...

good work, guys.

Think about it... All this time, I couldn't get hold of this pig and his minions,

and then I got hold of Gabriel's archive.

And with this archive,

I would bust the rest of the corrupt slimebags.

If you wanna know what a happy bastard looks like,

just watch me.

I guess that's about it. What can I say?

After 20 years of rowing up shit creek without a paddle,

within a day these boys showed what it all comes down to.

They stuck together,

listened to their hearts, and stayed true to themselves.

Until the end.

CAN: You didn't expect me to quote Die Hard, did you?

Here, you deserve to have them back.

Those bastards!

I'm so fucking hungry.

I'd even eat kebab.

Hey Phong, were you crying earlier on?

What?

He's right. You had really watery eyes.

Guys, never!

He didn't think we'd get him out.

Honestly, did you cry?

Yeah, sure.

My battery's dead.

So what?

This story is our chance to get rich.

I have to find us a production company real quick.

Over my dead body, man.

What? It can't get worse than this.

Yeah, man, c'mon!

I'm done with this, boys.

C'mon, man.

ALL THREE: C'mon! C'mon! C'mon! C'mon!

Lick my tiny yellow balls!

MAN: Thanks! Look at me!

Oh, shit.

MAN: Thanks!

Your shades are fucking annoying. It's like--

Fuck--

I'm sorry...

WOMAN: A little louder, please.

Guys, take it easy.

Where do we-- Where do we--

Where do we--

Where do we... have to go anyway?

Where do we have to go?

Why did you laugh?

That's my part, Can.

Oh, sorry. Okay, sorry.

Can's right.

-Can we start again? -MAN: Yes, it's rolling.

I mean, he's gotta chill.

If Can continues to play diva-- Again, please?

Do you think I'm looking at your dick? Don't try to fuck with me, hurry up!

WOMAN: 121-11, take one.

If Gabriel learns about that, he's gonna rip your ass--

He's gonna give-- He's gonna--

If I ever get my hands on you,

I'm going to slice off your grandma's tits--

On two conditions.

First...

I forgot.

MAN: Cut!

Shit.

What happened?

Shit!

MAN: Action.

Hey, sorry, sorry, sorry.

CAN: You're the sickness, I'm the cure.