All language subtitles for North.V.South.2015.720p.BluRay.x264.[YTS.AG]

It was
like Cuba, 1962.

Each side had to
respect boundaries.

You could smell
the testosterone,

the saber rattling,
the brooding menace.

Never before in living memory
had the north and south bosses

even been in the same
room, yet here they were.

Even pretending to
like each other.

Between them they
would account for

every major organized
crime in the country.

Oceans of blood on their hands.

It was a piece of history.

But one wrong move.

We should've been feeling proud,

jubilation for the
untold cordial.

But for every false
smile above the table

underneath out of sight, that's
where the truth was told.

Like it always is.

This couldn't end well.

* Well who likes
to walk in the rain

* Dreaming of castles in Spain

* Who touches clouds up above

- I know I'm looking.

There's an hotel
somewhere up here.

Bit further up I think.

Nothing special but I have
to buy a bloody coffee

or something, which
will probably cost about

today's food allowance.

- Sorry, I can't help it.

- You can't just this once go
behind the hedge or something?

Course not no, you're
right, always be a lady.

- It's not just I.

- Go on now hurry up.

Oh come on what
are you waiting for?

- Alright alright.

- Where's the toilet?

- Right down there,
I'll be in here.

- Sir, what can I get for you?

- Oh my little girl just needs
to use the bathroom, so uh.

Yeah well, maybe a coffee
then, cheap one, instant.

- Hey Coco, how long
you been waiting?

- Oh I just got here,
he's gone for coffee.

- He's on duty and he's
fucked off to get coffee?

- No for me, he went
to get it for me.

- Stop it.

- Where's the fucking service,
get the hand off your cock

and get some drinks out here.

- What can I get
for you gentlemen?

- Bushmills.

- Water?

- Ice.

- You?

- I'll have a lemonade.

- Do you want a happy
meal with that Bill?

- I just want to
keep a clear head.

- So you can listen to our
noble and gallant leader

slurping on Claridge's cock.

- Might want to watch your
mouth kid, walls have ears.

- Hmm, and the
carpet's got a cunt.

They should've told this
prommy to piss of anyway,

he shouldn't even be here.

- So how much do I owe ya?

- Nothing, we make
enough to share

with a hard working clown.

- Well fuck my armpits,
would you look at that?

A fucking kike, actually
giving something away.

That's two hallucinations
in one day Bill.

I might have to
let off the nine--

- Shut up!

- What?

- Well this is none
of your business.

- Well cocker, you just
made it my business.

- The man did me a good
turn of which I'm grateful,

and it would be spineless
of me not to defend him.

- Spineless?

I'll tell you what Coco,
you got some spine on you,

I'll give you that.

- No.

- Button your cunt Sherlock.

Come here you fucking!

Come back here!

- Yes yes!

Oh shit, oh shit she's not here.

Shit she's in the bathroom.

- Hello Coco, back for change?

Get him up Moses.

Gotta get him off of the floor,

your trained for this.

What's a matter?

Gonna wait until he's blessed?

There you go.

See Bill, that's how you do it.

Get some fucking knackers on ya.

Tell those miserable
bastards who's the governor.

Move the fucking thing!

There's about 800
murders in the UK every year.

If murder is at the top,

imagine how much
other stuff gets done.

How many rapes,
beatings, thefts, frauds,

it's a long list.

- Here they are, Twiddle
Dum and Tweedle Dew.

Keeping each other
company, are you chaps?

- Well you gotta get
relief while you can Tony.

- Sit down Bill, I'll get
you a little rubber ring.

- Alright, Vic, I hope
you agree that we've done

some good work today.

We don't always see eye to eye,

but this time I think
we greater than the sum

of our component partners
as Aristotle might say.

- Put your cock away mate.

Well yeah so--

- You got some yap
on you young man.

Get you into trouble that will.

- Gonna set your whippets on me?

- You might be advised to
tone that mutt's ass Tony.

- Let's not undo all
the good work, eh?

- No, wait, I'm
not gonna hurt ya!

No, don't go in there!

Take him awhile to
see how things are done.

- Don't chop me down,

the king Rochelle sits.

- You prefer to
bruise your knees

for your dandy
boyfriend over there?

- You just marked
your card sunshine.

- Calm down son, you
can't expect to throw

an insult like that
and not get a reaction.

- Hold on a minute, a
line was crossed there.

- So it was funny when he said
it, but now when Terry did?

- I'm not fucking--

- What do you fucking want?

This is a private party.

- Does anyone need anything?

Anymore drinks?

- Gentlemen,

gentlemen, we live in
cosmopolitan times.

We have to recognize
that our two cultures

are diametrically opposed
both geographically

and diabolically.

What did he
mean he'd marked my card?

Hope my face didn't
give me away.

Gary Little was a rough bastard.

Cruel, and I was very
fucking scared of him.

- You mustn't forget that
John has reached out for us.

This is mutually beneficial,

so let's try to be civil.

Not fall back into our
fucking neanderthal ways.

Think you can manage that?

We'll try.

Gentlemen, I'm afraid
I have to leave,

but I look forward to doing
business with you very soon.

- Thanks John, it
was a good move.

- Who wants chips and gravy?

- Shut your fucking mouth Gary,

make us look like a
bunch pilots bickering.

- Why do you want to work
with these scabby cunts?

- So Gary,

Gary you think
I'm a scabby cunt?

- No, of course not.

- So shut your fucking
mouth you scabby cunt.

Keep your heart rate down

and try and get
some sophistication.

We got this thing started.

We're going to ruin them,
you understand Gary?

So, don't question
me anymore, right?

Okay, let's get back
to civilization.

- Shh, shh, it's okay it's okay.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

- Killed my Daddy.

- I know.

- You wanna stop and
get a sniff somewhere?

- No.

- What do you do for a laugh?

- I don't kill clowns.

- Here aren't we, we
work hard, done well.

What do you do for fun?

- Me and my lady,
we like antiques.

- Fucking hell Bill, you
sound like a dentist.

Keeping me company.

- So what do you do for kicks
other than killing clowns

on an afternoon?

- Me, steal.

- What's that?

- Terry Singer's wallet.

- Jesus.

- You can learn a lot about
a man from his wallet Bill.

IA membership, receipts, no
credit cards, hundred quid,

and what's this, a wrinkly
picture of his fuck piece,

hidden in the lining.

What about that Bill?

Welfare square?

- Why?

- Knowledge is power Billy boy,

slowly slowly, catching monkey.

- You got something to say Gary?

- Might be right for
you having a boss

thinking you're just a cunt,

but it ain't for me.

- Be very careful Gary.

- Vic's the boss alright,
I understand that.

Not saying anything about that.

He's got to end one day,

just saying I'd like
to be in line you know?

Get a bit more respect.

You'd make a great
right hand though.

- Do me no favors kid,

I'm happy with my level.

- Yeah, you don't like a
savage behind your back do ya?

- I'm not listening, why
don't you just leave it alone?

- Your level, great talent.

- End of discussion eh?

I mean, thanks for the
vote and everything,

but I'm not your man.

Let's just say this conversation
never took place alright?

- Suit yourself.

- Shit, shit!

Alf had the
dubious pleasure of being

John Claridge's best mate.

As they grew up, Alf
proved to be more

fucking useless every day.

Pissed, stoned, in debt,
whatever crap he got himself into,

John took care of him.

Now Gary Little
had cut his throat

and left his
daughter fatherless.

All for an ounce of sport.

- Fucking sly little,

I'll tear his fucking eyes out!

- Down it John.

- I want his fucking blood.

- Sorry John, we'll
make this good.

- I have him here for a fucking
week before he fucking dies!

All these fucking years
of rubbing up against

those fucking
miserable jelly deal

fucking knees up mother
fucking brown shit heads.

I believe in my world
when you're holding

a fucking olive branch and
what do they fucking do?

They kill my fucking friend!

His daughter.

Alf had a young lass.

Where the hell is she now?

- I don't know?

I don't even know what
she fucking looks like.

- Fuck he kept her
away from our thing.

That's why he went
around in clown masks.

- We're gonna make
this right John.

I know how much you loved Alf.

It's your business, so
that makes it my business.

Let's sort this the
smart way, okay?

- Danny, you must
write everything down.

Everything that happened so
you don't forget, alright?

Every fucking detail.

- Every detail John.

I will.

- Where's Terry?

- I spoke to him earlier, he
wasn't making a lot of sense.

- Shit, no I'm a few miles
away so it will take me about--

- Hey sexy, how about we.

- No, no, just the TV.

- I think he was with a talent.

- Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

- Not it's okay.

- Do you have to go?

- No.

- Is it okay?

I wish I
could just say yes.

Because everything
should've been okay,

better than okay.

In any other circumstance, I
was the luckiest man alive.

Any other lads, even
the married ones

who are running around
humping everything they could.

But I had Willow.

And she was everything.

She was all I ever wanted from
the first moment I saw her.

She blocked out the
rest of the world,

and I would've done
anything for her.

We risked our lives
just to be together.

- Hello sunshine.

- Morning Mom, how
are you feeling?

Would you like a cup of tea?

- No, I'm up for a decent brew,

with a drop of Johnny
Walker to pucker up a bit.

They got me on this monkey piss,

caffeine's supposed to make
me die quicker or something.

- It's camomile, it's
supposed to be calming.

There you go.

- Give it to the bloody Arabs.

You hungry love?

- No.

- Should ruddy eat.

Nice plate of bacon and eggs
to take some of those lines

off your forehead.

Lift me up, would
you Terry love?

Feel like a bag of ruffles
stuck in this bloody chair.

- Oh bloody hell Mum, you're
the one that needs feeding.

- Everything tastes
like yellow fish.

- What about some
fruit or something?

- Can't stand yellow fish.

It's god's little joke.

- Mum.

- You're a good lad Terry,

you've got a bloody
good brain in your head.

Get out.

- No, Mum, not again.

- For Christ's
sake you can do it.

- No Mum I can't, you
know you don't resign.

- No you bloody run for it as
fast as your legs can carry,

you go to Brazil and you--

- And who's gonna
look after you?

- Now's the time Terry.

Make something of your life.

I wish your dad had, I'd
have been happy poor.

- What do you mean
now is the time?

You're not going anywhere.

- Tell me about her love?

- What are you on about?

- I've waited years to see
that worry on your face,

the look of a man that
doesn't want to bring

the love of his life into
this stupid bloody business.

How long has it been?

- A few months,
it's a mess though.

- Life's a bloody
mess Terry love.

I'm not gonna be sitting in
this bloody chair forever,

I don't want to, all I want
is for you to be happy.

And to stay away from Claridge

and all that shite
that goes with him.

- Come here.

I am happy Mum.

- You don't know
what happiness is,

'til you will.

Well go on then.

- I swear to almighty
fucking God Vic,

I just thought it
was some mouthy prick

trying to rob me.

I'd no idea.

- We were fucking guests, we
were there to fucking listen.

- But if someone's
gonna rob you?

- I don't fucking care
what would you do,

if we invited some northern
fucking primate down here,

and he slit Tony's throat.

- Wait, I fucking saw that.

- Now Vic.

- Oh, it speaks.

- There was nothing
Gary could do,

he thought he was being robbed.

- What did you do Bill?

What did you do eh?

Did you remind Gary
he's on foreign turf?

What he's fucking there for.

Or did you sit like a big
fat lazy piece of shit?

Watching the whole
thing play out

because you're too
fucking idle and dense

to do anything.

You're the worst fucking
thorper there is.

He just lost his temper, but
you lost your fucking brains!

Fucking ginger moron!

- Wait, what was
that face about Gary,

that little face
you pulled back?

- You got something
to say to me?

- Go on get out of my
house the both of ya!

Get out now!

- You're an idiot you.

- What are you
fucking worried about?

It's me he's pissed off with.

Fancy what he calls you though?

If I was about, he'd
be fired in daylight.

Who's the midge?

- Don't even think about it?

- Who is it?

- That's Vic's
daughter, you stay away.

- Hello sweetheart, I'm Gary.

- Hi Gary, I'm Willow.

- It's alright puppet go on.

- I was under the
table, but later on

when they all left.

- Right.

- The old one got close with
the one that killed my daddy,

he said, he said,

I'll let this whole
thing get started,

then I'll ruin them.

And he thumped Gary.

- Good girl, and well
told, you're brave.

- Yeah you are brave,
you're very very brave.

You're daddy was a dear
dear friend of mine,

and that's why I'm
gonna take care of you.

You get yourself tidied up
and we'll see you in a bit.

- Come on, come on here.

Fuck!

- Whatever has to be done.

We only
get one chance.

- What the murder
was a distraction?

- Maybe, take an eye off things

while they think about how
they might fucking ruin us.

I don't like how
they knew about Alf.

Me and Alf was private.

- Well it's no one in
this fucking room John.

- I know that.

What I don't know
is how they knew.

- John, we need to do something,

before they get their hands
all over our business.

- Alright, alright,
Terry get out there

and tidy things up.

Put the fear of god
into all our people

and all their fucking people

so that if anybody
sees anything,

they come straight
to you alright?

- Yeah.

- Penny, can you
contact Gustave?

- Okay now,

shall I read the words or,

can you remember?

- What do I say?

- Just your name and the date.

Try not to piss yourself.

- My name is Isley Cutler,

and I'm being held ransom by
this fucking mad Frenchman.

It's the 17th--

- Oh yeah.

This is
the face of evil.

The last face that
anyone ever sees.

No one alive knows what
Gustave looks like.

He keeps it that way.

He's well known locally
as a transvestite.

But as soon as he
appeared on the street

he would vanish without a trace

into his own secret world.

- Fucking freak.

Little doubt
any of the sticks

he did on the outside knew
what he did for a living.

He'd only deal
with select people.

And he wouldn't
tolerate bad manners.

Only top brass could
actually get to him.

- Yes?

But he loved Penny.

Even though they'd never met.

- Okay, so do nothing
at the moment yes?

Penny
ticked every box.

- Tell me details.

And a reasonable price.

Cool,
sexy, sophisticated.

- My lady's hand in marriage.

Deadly.

- Morning!

Okay, who's in charge?

Who's the boss?

- My dear, what can I do
for you, some soap and wax?

Don't be disrespectful.

Ignore those thugs my dear,

come take a seat while we
make your car like new.

I'm Wally.

Welcome to Wally car wash.

- Business good Wally?

- Hey, what the fuck do
you think you're doing?

- Paying your tax for you.

- Get your hands off my
money you fucking whore!

- Five thousand, John
Claridge, every Monday.

- But I don't make
five thousand pounds!

But I don't make--

- No fucking bullshit!

Get some manners.

I wish I had a
turn of their confidence.

The truth is, I'm not like them.

I'm only in it
because of me old man.

Though he was a
warrior, I'm not.

I've got a great mask.

But underneath I'm
shitting blood every day.

So I had to go around
to our associates,

bully them into being loyal.

Reporting back.

- Business good lads?

It's not easy when
your 10 stones dripping wet.

- Where's my phone call?

Plus I had a conscience that my colleagues didn't.

And it was bad for business.

- Stupid little prick.

So over the
years I'd convinced myself

that my small deeds didn't count

in a world where entire
nations could be wiped out

in the name of God.

It's different when you're up
close looking in their eyes.

I've got a mate who was
in Afghanistan who says,

he'd never killed a man
until you smelled his breath.

That's the life I'm in.

We're both soldiers and we
don't get to make choices.

- Where was he, Terry?

You said you thought
he was with a talent,

but what do you actually know?

Come on.

- John.

You're angry, don't
jump to conclusions.

I'll ask where he
was, I'll be subtle.

- You said he was
a few miles away.

- Something like that, I
didn't take too much notice.

John, please, your
cabinet is safe.

- Penny?

Alright, alright, alright.

Keep an eye open.

I don't want a single
thing unreported,

I want to know everything.

- Yeah of course.

- Well they're gonna
come back with something.

His best mate, bled
him like a stuffed pig

inside some fucking hotel.

We should be ready for anything.

Well I guess they
could kill Gary

do us all a fucking favor.

- Hey, for fucks sake.

- Stop moaning.

- Oh you fucking laugh at
that about my pain shit!

Ah, thanks, thanks
darling thank you.

- Good with it?

- It's like there's a ball

of steel cable underneath
both your shoulder blades.

- Fucking kidding.

Well done darling.

Lovely, go and treat yourself.

- No, remember.

- She's my bloody nurse as well.

- Not your girl man.

- Listen, don't talk
specifics in front of her.

- Sorry Vic, I was
thinking out loud.

- Please do me a favor,

don't keep talking
about plugging Gary.

I know he's a
mouthy little fucker

but he's my mouthy
little fucker.

And we don't dump on our own.

I'm gonna get him to
talk to Brian Galloway.

I'm gonna get him to apologize.

- You're fucking
joking ain't ya?

I mean we are talking about Gary

fucking no brains Little here.

- I know he's a fucking
maniac, I know it, you know it,

and he fucking knows it.

What can he do?

And I don't like this
John chip butchy Claridge

any more than you do.

But listen Tony, fuck me,
I don't want a fucking war.

We can fleece him just the
same if Gary plays the game.

- Yeah well fucking
good luck with that.

- Hey, you gotta
earn your stripes.

You don't have a dog and bark.

- Oye, glad you
heard it yourself.

Means he wasn't making it up.

Big fat lazy little shit.

Hey, shit skin, who more pints.

- Could you get us a large
whiskey as well please mate,

no ice.

- Fuck it, bring the bottle.

- So when do you think
the meeting will be?

- What meeting?

- You and Galloway, tell
them how sorry you are.

- You gotta be
kidding aren't ya?

Not in a million years mate.

I got a to do list Billy
Boy, that ain't on it.

Tony Lefevre might be,

Skinny northern maggot
Terry Singer might be.

Do you know that's not
even his real name?

- What?

Lefevre.

- Thanks.

- Real name's Thompson.

Tony fucking Thompson.

He's got on for that flunky
shit, so he changed it.

How can you trust
a man like that?

Says fuck off with Vic's
judgment doesn't it.

Borrowed time.

- Vic's the boss.

- Would you do it?

- Apologize of course,
it's a no brainer.

- I told you we're
a perfect balance.

Me,

might as well chop off me
own cock, no fucking way.

- So what's your plan?

- Come come now Billiam,
that's for insiders only.

- So now you have insiders?

- Be my right hand man first.

Come on.

What's left to consider,
we'd be a knockout.

- In couple of days yet.

- See that Bill, looks
like a wallet doesn't it?

- Yes Gary it does.

- But it ain't.

It's a nuclear bomb.

- Don't you overdramatize
everything Gary?

- And low, what treasures
didst it behold.

- You got that in the wallet?

- Showed you in the
car the other night,

you couldn't see it, then
I saw her at Vic's garden.

Boom.

- If Vic finds out about that,

you'll be in the
ground by morning.

- We'll be in the ground, Bill.

You know as well now.

We.

- Watch yourself here.

- IT's a bomb here,
can only use it once.

I do get itchy fingers.

It's fucking perfect.

Been a long time
coming Billy boy.

A long time coming.

Sometimes I could
sit motionless for hours.

Suspending time until
he knocked on the door.

* Walking through the streets

* Waiting for a call it's
10 and 24 I'm in love

He was my god, all I needed.

* Like you're all I need

* When I shake his hands

* I go back to the
house and fix the door

He was living a hell, a
saint in a devil's world.

Only a deity could stand it.

We had our own secret place,

where no one would ever find us.

Our own piece of
heaven where we left

the real world outside the door.

- Willow.

What's wrong?

Oh Christ no.

Fuck's sake.

- Brian.

Where are you?

- Just having a nap.

Where?

- I'm just at my Mother's house.

- Right, well come down
the hotel will you, now.

- What, no I can't.

- See you in about 15 minutes.

- No Brian, Brian,

Brian?

Fuck!

- What's wrong?

- Brian wants to see me
at the fucking hotel.

- When, now?

- 15 minutes.

- You can't.

- I told him I was
at my mother's house,

it's a fucking test.

- A test, how?

- He's looking
for a fucking rat.

We just met.

And I can't keep making up
excuses for when I'm with you,

I just can't.

- Oh Terry, you shouldn't
have come tonight.

- I know, how could I not come.

Just think about what I said.

- They'd find us.

What about your mum?

- Would you run?

- I am nothing without you.

- I'm sorry.

- What for?

Being my savior?

Being my whole world?

Terry, there will be
a right time to run.

- This is gonna be
good mate, honestly.

We're doing the right thing.

I was born by the river.

Dogs gonna go through
the roof mate, love it.

Looking forward to it

Hold that will you?

Bill, hold that I need to piss.

Fucking state of you.

Vic thinks he's got it
all sussed doesn't he?

But he doesn't know what
he's fucking dealing with.

I can't wait, it's
gonna be beautiful.

Fucking beautiful.

Do you want to come an hold
it for me you fucking puff.

- Shut up, you drive
me mad all day.

Just let me piss in peace.

- Give us a pull
on that will ya?

Yeah, you've made
the right decision.

To changes.

- Changes.

The more I know, the
less I understand.

I'm a changing man.

- You love this
bottle don't you Bill?

You fat fucking cunt.

Way to go eh?

To drown in your own booze.

There's no other monkeys
calling now are they?

- Brian?

Brian?

- Thank you Mr Claridge, I
always wanted to ride a horse.

- Oh really, so
you like that one?

- I love her.

- Well, that's good,
cause she's yours now.

Yeah, thought that would
bring a little smile

to your face.

I'm gonna really look after you.

- Thank you.

- But I do want you
to do me a favor.

I want you to stay
here with Penny.

Now it's a lovely big house,

and you'll have
your horse nearby.

That'll be alright won't it?

- Yeah.

- And while you're here,
I want you to listen out

for anything you think
I should know about.

You know like you did
at the hotel that time?

- You want me to spy on her?

- Oh no, not spy, no not really.

No Penny and I are
really good friends.

We do a lot of
business together.

Sometimes she just
forgets, she gets so busy,

she just forgets to tell me
things that I need to know.

- Okay.

- And we'll keep it our
little secret won't we?

Because we don't want to
embarrass Penny do we?

And anyway you'll
be my little helper.

- Will she mind that I'm here?

- Get a bloody nanny!

- It's only for a bit.

- How am I supposed to earn
with a child hanging off me.

- Well she won't be there
all the while won't she?

Come on Pen?

- I can't do my bloody job.

- Well she's got nowhere
to go poor thing.

- It's not my problem,
get one of your women

to look after her.

- You know,

I did have this idea.

Daft maybe but,

you see she could be
a real help for you.

Train her up.

- To kill?

John please.

- You see, no one
knows who she is.

- No, it's insane.

- No one would even
look twice at her.

You know I wouldn't do
anything that you weren't

100 percent okay
with, know that Pen?

I'm gonna look after
her no matter what,

and you are the natural
choice to help me.

You were an orphan
once remember?

What if no one had
given you a chance?

- A chance?

Yeah, I got a chance
alright, didn't I John?

I had a chance to lose
my cherry at 13 years old

to a wreaking hand
fisted stranger

and then I got the chance
to do it again and again

until I had not a shred
of self worth left.

Don't talk to me about chance.

If I hadn't learned how to kill,

I'd probably still be
out there doing it now.

- Yeah I know, I know.

Terrible.

And we wouldn't want that
for young Sammy now would we?

- Fuck you John.

- Hello.

- Fucking hell.

I'm sorry Vic, what can I say?

- An eye for an eye.

Seems we underestimated
them, mustn't do that again.

- What can I do
Vic, I'm all yours.

- I want you to keep your
hands clean, you understand.

I want you to use help

and keep your distance because
I don't want to point out

that you started this.

But you've started this.

- Vic, I didn't know,
I fucking swear.

He was my mate too,
how could I know?

- You couldn't have done,
that's why you're still alive.

Now you listen, and
you listen closely,

you, you're not to get anywhere
near this fucking action,

you understand me?

- Yes.

- You find the team, but
you, you stay clear of it.

You got it?

- Fucking yes.

Why don't we get Gustave?

- Well what makes you
think you can get him?

- He's a greedy fucker, money.

- No.
- Why not?

- Find someone else.

- But he--

- Shut the fuck up,

just do what you're
fucking told for once!

- I'm sorry.

Who's the target?

- You won't get near Brian
Galloway, or Claridge.

And we don't want that
little pup Terry Singer,

he's a fucking waste of time.

But I want that posh bitch
in little fucking pieces.

Vic had given
Gary license to go off

and get dirtier.

He fell right into Gary's hands.

He would have the
distance and smoke screen

to divide and conquer.

John was already paranoid.

Bill Vincent's murder
would send him spiraling

deep into the abyss.

- Send your family away.

- Nothing's happened.

- No, but it's going to.

- Fuck, sorry John
tried to call.

- Morning Terry, I
missed you last night.

- I was here, just a bit late.

- Yeah, and out of breath.

- What?

- So, what's the news?

- Well you know what
the fucking news is,

why didn't you fucking tell me?

Hey, how come Penny
gets the action

you can't even tell me?

- What are you
talking about, Sam?

- For fuck's sake John,

I've been waiting my
whole fucking life.

And me old man.

- What are you on
about you deft bastard?

- Bill fucking Vincent.

- What about him?

- Someone's popped him,
thought it was you.

- No, I told him to wait
for instructions, no money.

It wasn't Gustave.

Sit.

- Gustave?

What do you want?

- What is this, wizard of Oz?

I came to hire you?

For what?

- Paint my fucking living room.

I don't
think you can afford me.

- Oh yes I can sunshine,

it's whether you're
up to the job or not.

You're not the
only show in time.

Could take my 750
grand somewhere else.

Who?

- Vic Clarke.

Who knows
that you're here?

- No one.

- You're quite sure?

- I came to put a contract
in on Vic Clarke's head.

Didn't think it was
prudent to broadcast that.

- Little shit.

Vic already offered
me nice money for you.

And he will pay me
again, and again.

Could you wait here,
while I get my camera.

- Fucking shit!

Gary played us against
each other like a maestro,

but now, he didn't know
who was shooting at him.

As far as he was concerned,
he'd seen Gustave die.

It was the nearest Gary had
ever come to being cornered.

He was more dangerous than ever.

- You look through the scope,
check range for trajectory.

Hold cross hairs on your target.

And gently take off the safety.

- You classless whore.

- There's three and a half here.

- I don't have five.

- You watch, like a hawk.

Concentrate for any
threat to your partner

and then you hold your
finger over the trigger

with just enough pressure.

- Fucking bullshit!

I said five!

- Was that you?

I'm really sorry I think it
was me that broke the window.

- I'll take it out
of your earnings.

- Sorry.

- Yep.

It's John, we need
to meet up as soon as you can.

- What's wrong?

Nothing on the phone,
can you make it in an hour?

- At the hotel?

No, your place I think?

- My place?

Yeah, just
leave Sam out riding

with the groom or something.

It was
always the hotel,

we never met anywhere else.

- Okay.

But now John wanted
us to meet at Penny's house

in the middle of nowhere.

As in the only witness
out to ride the horse

that he had given her.

John used to say we were.

- Tighter than a nun's clopper.

That's how we stay ahead.

God bless and good health.

We ran through
anything, nothing was too big.

We didn't just start
knocking shops and bookies,

we did whole fucking
shopping centers.

We took 60 percent
from the nightclubs.

Yeah 60 percent.

- Alright love.

Coppers
didn't give a fuck.

- Hello boys.

We'd be
doing their job

and paying them more
than their shitty salary.

Never a squeak of bother.

Otherwise our
associates would have

a less than friendly word.

We made millions and John
always did the right thing.

He spread it around
to those he needed.

But now, we were in a mess.

- Go.

Fire that weapon and
you'll blow your head off.

No mistakes.

- I'm sorry, that was stupid.

- We'll just be talking
in the kitchen okay?

I want you to come out
and offer people drinks

when they've all
arrived, got it?

You okay?

- You won't tell John
about the window will you?

- No, it's none of
his business, why?

- It's just that,
if I don't tell him,

he might take away the pony.

- Why would you
want to tell him?

Sam, Sam, are you supposed
to tell him things.

- Promise you won't tell.

- I promise.

- He just wanted me to tell
him about anything unusual.

But he didn't want
me to tell you

because you might be
embarrassed or something.

Thanks for doing
this side project for me Jeff.

Fucking hell,
where have you been?

Fucking West Bank?

Price of
doing business.

You on your own?

Yeah, fuck me
it's like Swiss cheese--

- Okay, why are we here?

- No we best wait for
Terry before we get into--

- I'll tell you what John,

smart as a bloody tac that one.

Happens to be smarter than
he looks god bless him.

- Didn't see your car Terry.

- Didn't you?

- I'm afraid we've had
some rather sad news

on your mother this morning.

No one could get
through on your phone.

I'm sorry lad, she
was a good woman.

She'll be sadly missed.

Not a
word, not even a nod.

My mom had been loyal
and silent for him

all these years, and he
didn't even look at me.

Pathetic bastard.

We'd given him our
lives, everything,

and he didn't even look at me.

- Can I get you all
refreshments please?

- I thought she'd be riding?

- Sam wanted to serve
you when she found out

you were coming.

- No I don't want
anything thanks.

- Well, I'll have scotch and
soda if there's one going,

in the preschool kitchen.

- Just a water Sam.

- So, we are current.

- Who topped Bill Vincent.

- Not me.

- Well it certainly
wasn't an accident.

He drowned in whiskey
from the bottle

that was lodged 10
inches in his throat.

- Well there must be a
million crooks around London

that would want him dead.

- And how do you know that?

- Well we've all got targets
on our heads don't we?

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

- Now can I get anyone
a biscuit or anything--

- Look this isn't
Dolly fucking Carner,

now piss off out of here.

I need to know who killed
Bill fucking Vincent.

I need to know that this
team is still intact.

I need to know where
you keep fucking off to.

And I need to know that
you're not fucking Gustave.

- Well, depends what
you mean by fucking.

- I'm sorry Penny but the
house keeping's getting sloppy.

Now we've never had
any trouble before.

- So you feel that you
need to keep an eye on me,

put a spy on my house.

- Somebody is fucking about
with me and I need to know who!

- It's me, what time is it?

Nearly seven.

- No news here?

- Nothing.

- I'll tell you what,
give him some incentive.

If he finishes her tonight,

let him loose on
that Terry Singer

he's got such a hard on for.

That'll make him perk.

- Good.

Oh, don't worry darling.

I'm still here.

- Listen to me.

You can have Singer,

and don't play me back,
I'm playing fucking golf.

Well why don't I
just clean the fucking lot.

- Don't be fucking stupid.

If I do it myself,
it'll be done tonight.

- Why haven't you cleaned
the first one yet.

- I couldn't get all
my stuff in time.

I need a specialist,
their stubborn these days.

- You get it fucking
finished tonight

and you make sure
it's fucking spotless.

- Fuck you you fucking
lanky straight up

wannabe french fucking piss.

- Come on Sam, I know
it's been a hard day,

but you have to
learn to toughen up.

You're a little girl now,

but soon you'll be a woman.

- He said that he'd
take care of me.

- He will but.

- He's friends with Daddy.

- John is emotional,
which means that sometimes

he does emotional things.

He shouts at everybody.

He is like a big
bossy, bossy boots.

Look at you making me soft.

- Terry?

Hello?

- Terry is that you?

- Yes, it's me.

What's wrong, are you okay?

- Someone's coming
after you tonight.

I heard Daddy say it to Tony,

you have to leave and
hide Terry please.

- It's not Gary Little is it?

- I think so,
maybe, I'm not sure.

Please, we'll go tonight.

We'll run like you said.

- No no we can't.

He'll find us if
he's already looking.

- I've got money, we
could just go somewhere.

- Did you hear anything
else, anything at all?

- If he finishes her tonight,

he'll let him loose
on that Terry Singer.

- Willow, don't
call me again okay?

He knows about us, my
wallet went missing.

He must've taken it,
he's seen your picture.

- Oh God Daddy.

- No, it's okay, I've just
got to do some stuff alright?

- Just don't do
anything stupid okay.

Please Terry I need you.

- I just need you
to act normal okay?

Wipe me off your phone.

Remember the number and
get rid of it, alright?

- I can help.

- No, no you mustn't.

- I can end this.

I'm gonna end this.

Until now I didn't
know if it was John or Gary

who I'd been running from,

and Gary was going first,
but still I felt like

John would send
someone for me as well.

I couldn't risk it.

Willow had a plan, it
was desperate, dangerous.

But it was solid, it was final.

Strictly speaking,
Danny worked for John,

to keep things
smooth at the hotel.

- Danny?

He wasn't
any kind of thug.

- Mate I need a favor.

But he ran
a couple of crews.

He was a great front
for the business.

I put him there when
his brothers were killed

and he was in a dark place.

To me, he was just the
right man for the job.

But to him, well, he felt
like he owed me big time.

Enough to risk his life.

I had to get to
Penny before Gary.

First so I could save her.

Second, so I knew where
the little bastard was.

I reckoned he was
coming from the south.

It would take a while

so I had time for
a little detour.

- Terry, what's going on.

- Gary Little's on his
way up here form London.

He's supposed to
clip Penny then me.

Look if he's up here
afterwards it can't be long

before the rest of the
south is here as well.

- How do you know?

- It's my fucking job isn't it?

Or should I not fucking
look out for you?

- Are you sure?

- Of course I'm fucking sure.

Right, he's going for Penny,

so I'm gonna catch him there.

Now I don't think he would
be stupid enough to come here

but I'll try to nail the fucker
before he gets the chance.

- There'll be more of them,
he can't be on his own.

- Yeah, let 'em come,
they won't get in here.

- Can I take Danny for his eyes?

- Well if you like.

Well then Brian, it's time to
show that little shit shack

just how big he
really fucking is.

Bring in Dretcher's
men, we'll have a man

behind every blade
of fucking grass.

If he does manage to get out
of that stupid car of his,

we'll turn in into
a fucking colander.

- Oh no don't worry
about me and Penny John.

Thanks for the warning Terry.

Sorry to hear about your mum.

How are we doing?

Here.

- No Terry.

This is my turn to repay you.

- It could be a long time
before I see you again.

Mate, I want you to be safe.

Use that to go abroad, tonight.

- I don't want the money.

- You'll need it, now go, go on.

I've got a few calls to make.

- Thanks Terry.

You're a ledge.

- Not yet but I'm trying.

Willow what
are you doing here?

- My God Daddy, you nearly
gave me heart failure.

- What you doing in my office?

- Oh I'm sorry I just
thought that I left

my credit card in here.

- Why would you leave your
credit card in my office.

- Bloody hell Daddy, do you
have to ruin every surprise?

- Well I'm surprised to
find you in my office.

Gary.

- Got some news for you Vic.

You sitting down?

- Just since your birthday,

I wanted to do something
special, needed some help.

Well I could hardly ask you
for numbers could I huh?

Mister interrogator.

Now I can't tell you anymore,

I've ruined it now anyway.

- Call Tony.

- Vic?

He hung up on me you cunt.

- Come here, come here.

Your Mother's little girl.

Word of advice, keep that
precious brain clear.

Just having a name could
make you an accessory.

- Yeah, well sorry Daddy, I
just got to find another way

to get around you.

- That'll be the day.

These
seconds were valuable.

But I had to be 100 percent sure

that John and Brian
were taken care of

before I get to Penny's.

Penny it's me, call me as
soon as you get the message

right away it's important.

Good luck Danny.

John burst out
like a pit bull for a tear up

with Gary Little, and
whoever he brought with him.

Even faced with an armed
response unit surrounding him,

John thought he was untouchable.

- How are you doing
Gary, how's your kid.

But thanks to Danny.

- How's the shop doing?

- He blew it up!

10 kilos of
heroin found on his premises

meant he would never get out.

- Alright Vic?

- What are you doing here?

You're supposed to be up North.

- Sandra said I
should just come home.

Sandra said it was okay.

- It's like fucking
Rome in here.

- I said it was okay Vic.

- Sandra.

- Alright Vic?

Ah, Gustave.

- Bonjour Mr Clarke.

- I was wondering if
you could get around

to executing my instruction,
if you pardon the pun.

He's
been here already.

- What?

- Gareth, he wanted
me to target you.

- Well why didn't
you fucking tell me?

- Oh shit on fucking toast you
fucking faggoty, froggy fuck!

Lousy bastard.

Ah Gustave, forgive
my little outburst,

my spirits have been
somewhat heightened

by your count of events.

- Think nothing of it.

- So how much did he offer you?

- He offered me a million.

- A million, Jesus wept
he hasn't got a million.

- I think we both know that
you would have to get it.

- Gustave I'll offer you
one and a half million,

but I want the
bastard to suffer.

- Yes yes, actually
it's quite funny.

The little man, did you
hear my accident joke?

The little man shooted me,

so I wanted to
sort it out myself.

But anyway, we do
a deal, isn't it.

- Yeah, well he's up
north at the moment

doing a bit of cleaning up.

Some Tophinos Bint, yeah
he'll be up there tonight?

- Tophinos, what it is?

- Oh some posh totty,
Penny something.

I don't know her second name.

- Bye bye.

- Yeah yeah, fucking prick!

Come on Tony come on.

Answer the bloody phone.

- Are you Victor?

This yours?

We all knew
that Lefevre would fold

and try for a deal
if he faced life,

and he'd take Vic down.

No fucking spine.

- These are fucking sandbags.

There's enough H here
to stop us an army.

You're up for free Lefevre.

This is a supply and a
fucking half, this is life!

No question, fucking
life and a half.

- Get my fucking Lawyer.

She got one
of Vic's under crews

to drop a shit load of
heroin at Lefevre's place.

- Right now.

And called the police.

It was the ultimate betrayal.

Penny it's me.

Call me as soon as
you get this message,

right away it's important.

- Terry?

Oh shit.

Little bastard got me.

- Ah fuck fuck.

- Oh Jesus Sam.

- You fucking mug.

- Penny, it's your favorite man.

- Gustave?

- I've got a southern
fried rat for you.

Whoa, I need to
speech a man's scale.

- Jesus Pen you're getting slow.

- Sam, that was Gustave.

You shot Gustave, he
was here to help us.

- Move Pen!

Oh minging.

- Terry hated being a crook.

He said that so much was
expected of you, like a prince,

but with more blood.

We were just waiting for
our chance to get away,

if that took all my life

then I was prepared.

I didn't know that I could
ever betray Daddy like that.

I know that he was a
bad man but he was kind

and beautiful to me
and he loved me dearly.

Terry was my god.

All I needed.

I would live with the guilt

if I could live it with him.

But, I knew this time
he wasn't coming.

This time it would
be someone else.

A stranger.

And without Terry, I just
wanted it to be quick.

Hoped there was a heaven.

- Do you wish to have enough?

- Terry Terry Terry.

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