All language subtitles for Snatch 02x09

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I don't know where Albert is, okay?

Or what happened to him.

I'm gonna go in there,
and I'm gonna walk back out

with those diamonds.

Think bigger, Albert.

You see I'm cleaning
house across the board.

Garcia...

that lovely interloper out for revenge.

We need to run.

Don't know where,
just out of San Toledo.

Ortega's coming for us all.

I know a place we can go.

We need to lay low. Can we
use your place out of town?

Yes, of course.

We can't go back to the Bunker Bar.

Yeah, not now. We stuck it to Ortega.

Albert, where are you?

Mum, we got a problem.

Call everyone and come and meet us.

I'm gonna send you a location.

Get back!

"I can respect a hungry dog, Ortega.

It's only natural.

But a dog that bites a bitch
that it's trying to fuck...

well, there's only one thing
coming to a dog like that.

I know you took my diamonds."

"You are incorrect.

It was the Hill Gang.

They were more resourceful
than I anticipated.

I can get the diamonds back.

I know how to find them.

Kill me, and they'll be gone forever."

Did we have the stones, the diamonds?

Where are you taking the diamonds?

Hey, where is everybody? Huh?

This is the address Lily sent me.

Must be the first ones to get here.

That sounds a little more reassuring

than "the only ones to get here."

We had a jump on the others,

so it stands to reason
we'd turn up first.

This place is a little bit spooky.

Okay, look,

I think we should
focus on the positives.

We just got away clean
with 50 million in diamonds.

We've got a roof over our heads here.

We're 100 miles away from San Toledo.

All things being equal, I
think we're doing rather well.

You said Albert was still in
San Toledo when Lily called.

Yeah, that's right.

You know, the mayor's not gonna
take getting shafted lightly.

Well, what happens if he didn't get out?

There's never been a bind
that kid hasn't slipped.

He'll be here, don't worry.

We don't even know whose house this is.

How can we trust whoever sent us here?

We can't, so we won't.

We've had ample bloody opportunity

to learn that lesson by now.

Do not rely on anyone outside of us.

Now, let's get organized.

Time to lock down the lodge.

I want every window and
door secured in this place.

He's losing consciousness.

We need to get to the
hunting lodge quickly.

Ines, he's gonna be okay,
all right? I'll get us there.

Hmm.

This is insane, Billy.

No.

It's gonna be all right, Lotti.

You think so?

You think it's gonna be all right?

With all we've been through
since we got to Spain...

I'd say we're bulletproof by now.

Bulletproof.

I'll go with that.

You see anything, Hate 'Em?

Quiet as a field mouse out there, son.

You got absolutely nothing
to worry about, Fanta.

That was a lovely bit of work earlier,

getting them diamonds,

you busting through the door
with Billy to swing the balance.

And I'm not afraid to admit,
I was proud of you, son.

You've earned your stripes.

You're one of us now, Fanta,

and we take care of our own, okay?

Gracias, Se�or Hate 'Em.

- Just one more thing.
- Si.

Don't you ever, ever, let me see you

do something like that again.

You got me? Hmm?

You're a born chef.

Your hands are made for the kitchen,

not for pulling triggers, right?

You really think so?

You think I can be a real chef?

Now stop fishing for compliments,

and board that fucking window up.

Someone's here.

Shit, shit. Go, go, go, go.

Kids, look lively.

Vic, it's us! Put the shooter down.

Hate 'Em, you there?

Come on.

Hey, mate.

Well, the plot thickens, huh?

Yeah, well, it's certainly
been a very eventful 24 hours,

that's for sure.

So what's the gossip on your end, son?

Well, after my son shot me and
I fell off the side of a cliff,

I met the wrong end of an overzealous
Interpol agent and a cattle prod.

- Interpol?
- Yeah.

Pigs with passports.

It's an acronym

for International Criminal
Police Organization.

No, I know what Interpol is, Charlie.

I'm just slightly alarmed

that they're here in
Spain chasing after Vic.

Don't worry about it, darling.

Inspector William Picket

won't be repatriating
anybody any time soon.

Yeah, yeah. Could've
taken the wrong turn

if it wasn't for my
Lil. She saved my life.

Well, with a little bit of
help from our friend here.

It is nothing less
than my duty to serve.

Come on, in you go. Come on.

So, the rest of it.

Are we fifty bar richer by any chance?

Oof. Aah.

Ha!

- Oh, ooh.
- Oh!

- Oh!
- Oh, Charlie.

Charlie.

Aah.

Fuck me, it's kosher.

Well done, Charlie boy.

I could not have done it better myself.

Thank you, Vic.

Uh, where's Albert?

Oh, he's all right. He's
on his way with Ines.

Oh.

That's not exactly who
he's supposed to be with.

At least not according to the plan

that he and I meticulously laid out.

Yeah, so now we're waiting
in some hunting lodge

that belongs to bugger knows,

while he's out day-tripping
with his girlfriend.

Oi...

We're being tailed.

Oh, shit.

You have to lose him. Drive faster.

What, and risk leading him
to my family? I can't do that.

Cover him up.

Buenos tardes, officer.

Something wrong?

Your brake light is out.

Yeah, I've been meaning
to get that fixed.

Next stop I'll take care of it.

Don't move!

You think we're
buttoned down here, mate?

Yeah, there's no way all those stones

aren't gonna attract major heat.

Well, at least we got something
to protect for once, eh?

That we do, my son. That we do.

And, uh...

you and Mrs. H. back in
between the sheets, then? Eh?

Feels like a honeymoon, Hate 'Em.

Thank fuck for that, 'cause
you two started to look like

you was in your own soap opera.

The drama is in the rearview.

A man can't fight his fate. Let's go.

I don't much like putting
our faith, fortune, and lives

in the unknown hands of
whoever owns this place.

Yeah, not much to like about it.

Albert still isn't here.

- You don't think he actually...
- Don't be a twat, all right?

Albert'd never leave us for some
girl he barely knows, all right?

He'll show up.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

In the meantime, let's go look about,

see if we can find whose
lodge we're lodging in.

Officer, I can explain.

- Tranquilo.
- We found this man on the side of the road.

We think he's been involved
in a hunting accident.

Don't either of you move.

- Sal...
- Hey, hey.

Get me back in the car.

Help me.

Oh, shit.

Come on. Come on!

There's nothing here to cook.

Not a crumb, Fanta, and I'm starving.

Come on, let's go and catch our lunch.

I have a lovely recipe
for saddle of rabbit.

- You do? Good.
- Yeah.

Let's go and find ourselves
a fluffy little bouncer

and blow its back doors off, all right?

Come on, let's go.

Albert! The car won't start.

Just getting washed up.

These late-night escapes
make for dirty work.

You...

are...

beautiful.

It's as if I'm seeing you
for the very first time,

and yet I've known you all my life.

Are you sure it's not just
the fact that I'm suddenly

a very rich woman that's changed things?

If there's one thing
I've learned, my dear,

it's that there's no amount of money

worth more than being rich in love.

That said, getting back

our very early retirement
fund replenished

does wonders for one's disposition.

You know, I'm not sure
I wanna retire now.

These last few days' activities
have whet my appetite.

Really, Lil?

You and me, all in it together,

Bonnie and Clyde wreaking
havoc up and down the Costa?

Vic and Lily Hill, wreaking havoc

up and down the Costa.

Yee-haw.

Ramiro. What are you doing?

Since I was a little boy,

I always juggle when I'm nervous.

It helps to calm my anxiety.

We're gonna be okay.
You're safe with us.

I am not afraid of death, Lotti.

I'm afraid of failure.

Aah!

Sit down.

Well? What is it?

I feel very worried, Lotti.

I don't know what will
happen next in my life.

Ah.

Well, I'm not sure any of us do, Ramiro.

But for my whole life, everything
has laid out, like a path.

All I had to do was follow.

School, then straight
to the civil service,

like my father, and my
grandfather before him.

A long line of proud clerks.

But you've already made
it farther than that.

Haven't you, Supervisor Ramirez?

Indeed.

Sitting at the desk is a great honor.

A dream come true.

When I was a boy,

my father would
sometimes tell me stories

about his work at the town hall,

and one of those nights he said to me,

"Ramiro, you would become
the mayor of San Toledo."

Hmm.

And all of that is gone now.

I have lost my path,
and I am a fugitive.

I think it's the opposite.

I think the future's
wide-open for you, Ramiro.

I think it's wide-open for all of us.

Thank you for your
very wise words, Lotti.

And now, I must lay down
and contemplate my future.

Oh, you've gotta be bloody kidding me.

What is it?

Mysterious circumstances we
find ourselves in, eh, boys?

Find anything illuminating?

Regrettably, yeah.

It appears we are in the
belly of the beast, boys.

A bloody cop's house.

How did Albert not know
what he'd be sending us into?

There's no way he knew.

He'd have sniffed a cop a mile off.

Not so sure.

He has been quite distracted lately.

And even if he didn't,
what does that mean?

Either he did know, and he
sent us into a cop's house

without deigning to share that
vital piece of information,

or he didn't, and he
sent us in here blind.

Mm-hmm.

You know the first rule of hunting, son?

The man who chases two
rabbits catches none.

Have you ever hunted a
rabbit before, Hate 'Em?

No, but I've ironed out
plenty of other moving targets

and the same rules apply.

Aim, shoot, curtains.

Yeah.

Game on, son. Game on.

Keep quiet and low. Quiet and low.

- He's beautiful!
- Shh, shh, shh!

Shh!

You stay still for me, my little beauty.

Stay still.

Oh, shit.

Go on, Fanta, go fetch it.

Thank you for your
life, my animal brother.

I will cook you with gratitude.

- Sweet.
- Hey.

- You got it?
- Yeah.

Hate 'Em, there's a police car.

Fuck!

A police car there is!

Fanta, run! Run, Fanta!

Vic!

Vic!

No, Vic! Vic!

Don't shoot! It's me!
Billy, get over here.

What's with the paddy wagon, son?

I'll explain later.

Who's the bleeder?

- He's my uncle.
- He's fading fast.

Where can we put him?

Come with me.

I'll get towels.

Vic, what was that all about?

I think we just met
our host. He's old Bill.

Oh, shit.

It's okay.

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He's Ines' uncle.

He helped me, Mum.

He helped us.

Right. Let's get him cleaned up.

That man is a cop, Albert.

Yes, he is.

And Ines?

Is she a cop, too?

Ines is an undercover detective.

Oh, my.

- How long have you known this?
- Not long.

A couple of days.

And you kept it from us with
everything that's in play?

She's not after us, Charlie.

And who exactly is she after?

Mayor Ortega.

He killed and framed
her father years ago.

She wants to bring him down
to clear her father's name.

How do you know she's telling the truth?

- Because I believe her.
- How can you be sure?

She hasn't been very forthcoming
up to this point, has she?

- Slow down, Charlie.
- No.

If Albert says he believes
her, then he believes her.

No, Vic, no. Albert
abandoned us during the heist,

then he led us into
hiding with a pair of cops,

and we're supposed to accept that

because Ines tells good bedtime stories?

- Charlie...
- No, Billy, let him say what he's got to say.

Yeah. I bloody well will, mate.

Now you talk all the time about
doing what's right for this family.

You bang on like it's
your noble bloody calling

to lead us all around
like a pack of school kids.

And we all trusted you.

And that's no small thing.

Charlie, listen.

No.

I'm done listening.

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Why was Charlie shouting at you?

Don't worry, it'll be all
right. We'll work it out.

Albert told him that I'm a cop,
and this is a police safe house.

They're cops?

Albert.

It's true.

My uncle opened his door
to you and your family

when you were on the run.

He took a bullet helping you get away.

And now he's bleeding to death.

And you still don't trust me.

You're wrong.

He trusts you.

You wouldn't be here if he didn't.

There's no exit wound. The
bullet must still be inside.

Well, can you get it out?

I guess we're gonna have to find out.

Go and look for a first aid kit, Albert.

It's a hunting lodge. There
must be one here somewhere.

I don't like this one bit.

We have to get out of here now.

No, we don't. Now we stay here.

Not as clear-cut as that, son.

We need to save the life of
the man dying in the other room.

This is our chance, okay?

We got the diamonds, we
don't wanna blow it now.

- Wait a minute. We got the diamonds?
- Yup.

We had to adjust the plan a little bit,

but we pulled it off.

Good reason we're all a little bit wary

of our current accommodations.

We need to think ahead, son.

No, we need to find a first aid kit.

We need more towels.
Be back in a minute.

A penny for your thoughts, Charlie.

I have every right to be
angry at Albert, Mrs. H.

Won't be persuaded otherwise.

That's that.

You know years ago,

back when you were all kids,

I used to worry about Albert
growing up the way he did.

His dad gone,

the Hill reputation hanging over
him until he met you, Charlie.

I always felt safer knowing
that Albert had you with him.

It's nice to hear, Mrs. H.,

but that might not prove true reality.

No, but you always got
through it together.

Always together, Charlie.

You know, I remember how you
looked at Albert growing up.

Like he was the smartest,
craziest teenager around.

Always ahead of the game,
never wanted to be outplayed.

And I guess in all the excitement

you didn't notice how he...

how he looked at you,
Charlie, but I did.

I noticed. He trusted you.

And I know there were
times when the world seemed

a pretty unforgiving place
and having someone out there

who he trusted, who he knew...

without a doubt

would always have his back.

No, I don't suppose you
realized what you meant to him.

But a mother does.

I don't expect you to forget
what's happened these last few days,

but I hope you know that
Albert has always needed you

just as much as you've needed him.

You can tell how much he means to you.

He's the only family I have left.

Nothing's more important
than family, right?

Mine wasn't up to much,

but I found my family with the Hills.

They treat me like one of their own.

I wouldn't let anything
bad happen to 'em.

Is that a threat?

Actually, it's the opposite.

It's an invitation.

I don't understand.

In all the time I've known Albert,

he would do absolutely anything

to protect the people he cares about.

And if he's gone to such
great lengths to protect you,

then he must trust you.

And if Albert Hill trusts you,

then you'll be all right
with the rest of us.

Look, whatever else is
going on around here,

we are holding something
both Mayor Ortega and Garcia

would love to get their hands on.

We need to make some decisions.

And I took some precautions
before we skipped San Toledo.

I called Clarence.

Asked him to have a sneak around town.

Keep watch for police activity.

Clarence, the bar fly?

Yeah, that don't make
me feel much better, Al.

Don't underestimate Clarence, boys.

There's more to that sweet
fella than meets the eye.

Sweet fella?

48 hours ago you was about
ready to extract his teeth, Vic.

I was wrong. And his
teeth remain intact.

If he spots any trouble,
he'll give us a call, right?

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Pick up, Lily. Come on, pick up.

I hear there's a bullet needs removing.

I boiled the tweezers to kill any germs.

- Do you want me to get it out?
- No.

No.

- I can do this.
- Hmm.

You hold tight, my
friend. This is gonna hurt.

Take a deep breath, love. You've got it.

Shh. Shh.

Shh.

It's out.

Bloody hell. After all that
she can thread a needle.

Excuse me?

Oh, nothing.

Tidy work, love.

So what do you think, Vic?

Five minutes ago I was wracking
my brain trying to figure out

how my one and only son fell
for an officer of the law.

And now?

Now, I know he didn't fall for a cop.

He fell for her.

I... I think you might be right.

Hmm.

There you are.

What did I do?

It's not what you've done.

It's what you can do
that I'm interested in.

Go on.

Look, I think you're the only one

who can help Albert and
Charlie patch things up.

You three have been
best mates for years.

No one knows them like you do.

So what am I supposed to do?

I don't know.

Figure it out.

Look, we've all gotta work together

if we're gonna get
through this, all right?

Albert.

Can I have a minute, son?

Why? So you can tell me how
badly I fucked all this up?

Well, I mean, things could've
gone a little bit smoother,

but we're all still alive,
and we've got the diamonds.

What is it then?

Listen.

I... I know that we didn't
have a lot of chance to talk

when you were growing up.

After all, I was behind bars
for your formative years.

- I got by.
- I know you did.

And you did it without any of
your old man's pearls of wisdom.

Dad, if you're about
to give me the speech

about a Hill is never to trust cop,

it's a little bit late
for that, don't you think?

Well, a few years ago I might've tried

to convince you of that, but not today.

Why, 'cause I've already
screwed that one up?

No, 'cause it would've been wrong.

Hopefully it won't take you
as long to learn what I have.

You know, you can be the strongest,

smartest, most daring
robber in the world, but...

listen to this.

There's no score that's
ever gonna be big enough

to fill in what you lose along the way.

You feeling all right?

- Never better.
- Hmm.

And to be perfectly frank,

after everything that
we've been through,

you bringing your
badge-bearing girlfriend home

for dinner is hardly
the most surprising thing

to happen this week.

Al?

- Yeah?
- Can I have a word?

All right, what is it?

- So, what is it?
- Stand there.

Billy, Lotti said you wanted to...

- What's this all about?
- Listen, just shut up

and stand there, all right?

Al, turn around.

- What?
- Just do it.

Okay, Charlie, back up a step.

- That'll do. Ass out, Albert.
- Fuck off.

If the two of you are
gonna keep fighting

like a couple of whiny kids,

we'll just sort this out
like we did when we were 12.

Charlie's the offending party,

so, by the laws the
three of us sat down,

Charlie gets one free
kick to Albert's ass.

- Hard as you like.
- What is this?

- This is ridiculous.
- Hold... Hold on.

He might be on to something.

Come on then. Let's get going.

All right, you know what?
If that what it takes, okay,

I'm prepared to face
my sentence, all right?

One kick, Charlie.

Oh!

I can't believe this
actually used to work.

Things were simpler back then.

For Christ's sake, turn around.

You look absurd
standing there like that.

Right, I should've
told you, Charlie, okay?

I just felt like I need to think

about how I wanted to handle
it first, and I'm sorry, okay?

I should've sought your advice.

Maybe I was wrong.

I should've known you weren't
gonna leave us all behind.

Fanta, will you please do us the honor,

and let our guests know
exactly what's on the menu?

Si.

For dinner we are serving braised rabbit

over seasoned wild mushrooms
and a micro green salad.

Sounds delightful.

Let's eat then, shall we?

I'm gonna go check on Ines.

- All right.
- Smells good.

Good stuff.

Delicious.

Fanta, that was amazing.

I've missed five calls.

It's Clarence.

Ortega knows we're here.

How long ago did he call?

About an hour ago.

Then we've only got about 30
minutes to get out of here.

Let's go now. Chop, chop, come on.

Ramiro, vamos.

- Ortega's onto us. We've gotta move, Al.
- Fuck.

All right, let's get
him into a car then.

Sal is too weak to move to
a car. I won't leave him.

Listen, we have to leave, okay?

If you stay here, they're
gonna kill you both.

No. I'll take my chances.

Clock's ticking, Al.

I'm not just gonna leave
them here on their own.

I've gotta stay.

I've got the diamonds.

Everybody in the motors.

Wait! Got a problem.

Salazar is too ill to move.

- Ines won't leave him.
- Where's Albert?

He won't leave her on
her own. He's staying.

We need to leave now.
Victor, get our son.

Albert's a grown man.
He's made his decision.

And a Hill never leaves a man behind.

Couldn't have put it
better myself, Charlie boy.

We're short on shooters,

but we'll still give those interlopers

a Hill welcome they won't soon forget.

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Job done, Albert.

Time we gotta giddy up, son.

Sal. Sal.

Sal?

Hey. Sal?

Ines.

Sal.

I'll save my tears

until after I've brought
this bastard Ortega

to his knees.

Come on.

In, in. Come on, let's go.

Move, move, move. Quick, quick.

Fuck.

- Go.
- All right.

Where to, Al?

Back to San Toledo.

We've got unfinished business.

Yes, we do.

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