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-I'm a cop.

-A cop?

-I was undercover in Ortega's organization

and I haven't come this far to let you get in my way.

-The mayor knows it was Vic who tried to blow the vault.

-Yeah, and he wants his head, and he wants me to take it.

It's either Vic, or all of us.

(panting)

-I guess you've made your choice.

(groans)

-Well, look who we have here.

Victor Hill, as I live and breathe.

-(pounding on door)

(pounding continues)

-Hola.

-Hola.

-I seemed to have misplaced my phone.

-It's good you came right over.

We've got no time to lose.

-We should probably just get straight to work.

It could take all night to find that thing, right?

-I always say work smarter, not harder.

-Hmm.

-(cell phone vibrating)

-It looks like I came to the right room.

-But how will we keep ourselves occupied all night,

now that your mystery's solved?

-Well, I've got an idea.

-Hmm.

-(theme music playing)

-(cell phone chimes)

-(peppy music playing)

-♪ I've got to... ♪

-Morning.

-Charlie: Oh, morning.

-Billy Ayers.

So to what do we owe this pleasure?

-I was hungry.

-I knew Charlie was making breakfast.

-Lotti: Mm, something smells good.

What you cooking, Charlie?

-Oh, good ol' English breakfast.

-Hmm. Reminds me of home.

-Well, this is our home now.

If we've got any chance of staying here

we gotta make our move today.

I meet Tomas in one hour.

If all goes according to plan,

by this time tomorrow, Mayor Ortega is gonna regret

the day he ever underestimated us.

-I'll drink to that.

-To the East London Locos.

-To the Gold Bullion Banditos.

-To getting away with it.

-(Fanta laughing) -Hate 'Em: King gambas.

-Fanta: Gambas. -Finally here.

-What's on the menu, boys?

-Go on, Fanta, tell her.

-Yeah, today's special, senora, is scampi over linguini pasta

in a white wine and butter sauce,

just flecked with a touch of parsley.

-(kisses) Perfecto. -Fanta: Perfecto.

-Just listening to him say it,

my taste buds dance like a discotheque.

-Who are you?

-Ramiro Ramirez, at your service.

-He's all right, Mrs. H. He's one of us.

-Yeah.

-If you say so.

-Doing here so early, Mum?

-Have you heard from Vic?

Is he okay?

-Yeah, he's just texted me.

He's at a motel.

-That's strange.

-What is?

-Well, he hates clams,

and he knows I'm not cooking dinner for him

again any time soon.

-Well, why aren't you gonna be cooking for him?

-No reason, it doesn't matter.

-Mum?

-Albert...

things aren't working out well with your dad right now,

and I am...

I'm struggling to see a future for us.

After all these years, it seems that he's forgotten

I exist and...

I am standing in front of him screaming for him to see me and...

(sighs)

Albert, I need more.

I-I know that now. I...

I just need more.

-Mum...

do you remember when Blanco was holding you hostage?

Dad lost his mind with worry.

Okay?

I've never seen him like that. He looked scared.

You gotta know he loves you above everyone else.

I don't know, maybe all this madness

that he creates is his way of trying to make up

for all the shit that he's put you through. I don't know.

You know what, maybe...

just maybe, you've been trying to change him

a bit too much as well.

At the end of the day, he always has been

and always will be Vic Hill.

Come here.

I love you.

-(sighs)

Look at that, king gambas.

(sniffs)

-You get those bits from Manny?

-Yeah, they're in the office.

-Come on, then, we've got work to do.

Now, if you take that gun,

you better be prepared to use it.

-Oh, well, then I'll make sure I apply my lipstick

before I shoot it then, shall I?

-It's a shame Vic won't be in on the action.

It's like the birthday boy missing his own party.

-Yeah, well, Vic's present

was not getting whacked by the mayor

and I wrapped that myself.

Let's get this done.

We'll have nice story to tell him

when he comes back from the dead.

-(Vic groaning)

-Take a minute to come to your senses, Mr. Hill.

This chloroform kicks like a mule.

-Who the fuck are you?

-My name is William Picket,

but more vital to our purposes here is not who,

but what I am.

-I know what you are.

A long streak of piss.

-How very true to form,

and I'm very glad for it too, really.

I would have hate to have come all this way

and gone to all this trouble

to have Vic Hill fail to meet my expectations.

-What do you want with me?

-Let's put you back to sleep for a little longer, shall we?

I have a few things to organize before our journey.

-What journey?

Don't you fucking--

(muffled yelling)

-And there you go.

Good boy.

-(sighs)

You don't like clams.

Something's not right.

-Well, here I am.

What now?

-Looks like you're in the circle of trust.

We have an important job for you.

-What's the job?

-Patience, Albert.

All will be revealed.

Now, your phone.

Hand it over.

-You want my phone?

(sighs)

Well, let's get on with it then.

-Get in your car. Follow us.

-What a prick.

-Okay, boys and girls, we're on the move.

-Right, let's get you started, come on.

-Right behind you.

-Keep your distance.

We don't want to spoil the surprise.

Okay, this must be the place. Stand by.

-Locked and loaded.

-Ready and waiting.

-Which one is it, Federico?

-The one right behind me.

-The diamonds? Where are they?

-Locked in the safe. The office on the second floor.

-Are we stealing diamonds?

-You're stealing diamonds.

Mayor Ortega seems to think

you're well qualified for this particular job.

We'll find out.

The combination to the safe?

-There's also a key,

which hangs on the neck of the guard downstairs.

-Federico will bring us in the front.

We're new on the crew and he's giving us the tour,

which will cover you as you break in from the rear.

Get to the office and take the stones.

The Hills are famous robbers, no?

Just do what you do best.

Okay, let's go.

-Charlie: They're on the move. It's going down.

-(speaking Spanish)

-(indistinct chatter)

-(speaking Spanish)

-(video game sounds)

-Huh?

(groans softly)

-Well, fuck me.

-(indistinct conversation)

-(gunshots)

-Gunshots.

-Gunshots? -Shit.

-Now my work is done.

My remaining five million.

-Of course, Federico.

-(groans)

-Jesus Christ.

I'll drop you first.

-You didn't think I'd give you a gun

with bullets in it, did you?

On behalf of the mayor,

let me extend our sincere thanks.

And don't worry, we're not gonna kill you.

We have something far more interesting planned.

-Charlie: Okay, it looks like he's got the diamonds.

Get ready to move out.

-(car engine starts)

-(grunting)

-We need Albert.

-Charlie: We need to follow the diamonds.

-(groans)

-Get up.

Let's go.

-You were the one the boys got to book the motel

for Senor Vic , weren't you, Fanta?

-Si, Senora Lily . Did I do wrong?

-No, no, no, of course not.

You look nervous, are you nervous?

You don't need to be. Just tell me where he is.

-Albert said not to tell to anyone.

-Well, you don't think he meant me too, do you?

I'm Senor Vic's wife.

Now tell me where my husband is.

-He's at Mariposa Hotel, room number six.

-How do I get there?

-Ramiro: I know the way.

I'd be happy to escort you, senora.

-You can take my Vespino.

-(grunting)

-(engine sputters)

-(engine revving)

-Any word from Albert?

-Charlie: No, not yet.

-Mate, he should have caught up by now.

-We're gonna lose our chance, Charlie.

-Just stick to the plan, okay? Albert will catch up.

-Albert: Where are you taking me?

-You'll find out soon enough.

-(grunting)

-Wake up, Mr. Hill.

Time to leave sunny Spain.

-Leave Spain and go where?

-You're going home, Mr. Hill.

-Home? -Oh.

In all the excitement,

I didn't properly introduce myself.

Officer William Picket

of the International Criminal Police Organization.

-You're Interpol?

-Proudly.

And I've been assigned to bring you home

and put you neatly back in prison for a very long time.

-You're a long way from home, son.

-Yet, I have very good friends here in San Toledo.

-Don't you do it. Don't you dare--

(muffled screams)

-Shh. Shh. Shh.

-(indistinct chatter)

-Are you gonna hear me out?

-I think I heard everything I needed to hear.

-You gotta know no one meant for your dad to get hurt.

-I guess there's a big difference

between what you want and what you actually get, huh?

-Look, you can hate me all you like.

Snake Eyes means business.

-I don't need you looking out for me, okay?

Go away.

-We're running out of time, Charlie.

-Hate 'Em: We go now, Charlie, before we run out of road, mate.

We need to hit him now.

-The plan was to use four cars to box him in.

We don't have four cars.

Just stick to the plan.

-(sighs)

-Damn it, Albert, where are you?

-(pounding on door)

-Vic, it's Lily!

-(continues pounding)

-Open the door!

-Stand aside, Senora Hill.

I will get us in.

(grunts)

(groans)

Fuck!

-Get out of the way, Ramiro.

Vic?

-Ugh.

Good night liquid.

Ugh.

-(sniffs)

Chloroform.

Shit.

-Tomas has exited the vehicle.

He's walking inside with the diamonds.

Await further instruction.

-(tires screeching)

-Looks like we missed our chance.

-Shit.

-(sighs)

Come on. Move.

Move.

-Hate 'Em: I told you we should have hit him on the way in.

-Think, Charlie, think.

-Sit.

-(Picket humming)

-You got a singing voice not even a mother could like.

-Oh, Mr. Hill, you've woken up in time to enjoy the drive.

-Throwing the net around Victor Hill

will put quite a pretty feather on your cap, Lil' Willy.

-(chuckles)

Oh, come now.

You really think I was gonna come all the way here

and leave without Mrs. Hill, too?

-Leave her out of it.

I'm more than enough to earn your accolades.

-Are you gonna beg now?

Because that would be so pedestrian.

I first met Ortega years ago

on a drug trafficking task force.

And the day you fled London with all that money,

he was my first call.

I've been chasing your kind long enough to know

that you see southern Spain

as some sort of gangster retirement plan.

So '80s, Victor.

Should've gone to Panama. Hmm.

-(sighs)

Hello, Albert.

-What is this? Why am I here?

-It's over.

You lost.

-What are you talking about? Lost what?

-All of it.

-Okay.

So you've been planning this ever since

Blanco got his hands on my dad, haven't you?

-(chuckles)

Think bigger, Albert.

I've been planning this since I got word

the Hills left England on a boat with 10 million euros.

And now that you served your purpose

and I am poised to seize control

of Garcia's hashish empire,

your parents will have their heads mounted back

at the Interpol HQ in England.

And your friends will be buried without a funeral,

but I've got other plans for you, Albert.

You see, I'm cleaning house across the board today.

Garcia, the Hill gang,

and that lovely interloper out for revenge

for her dear departed daddy.

-You really think I'll let you get away with this? Yeah?

You'll never catch us all.

Never.

-Interpol already has your father

and I have you.

-(cell phone chimes)

-Now I know just where to find

the rest of your friends.

-(speaking Spanish)

-It's a shame.

You had talent.

Goodbye, Albert.

-Who do you think would want to take your husband, Senora Hill?

-The list isn't short, Ramiro.

Vic has a way of...

attracting unwanted attention.

-(cell phone ringing)

-Who is this?

-Picket (over phone): Never mind who I am.

I imagine you're far more curious about your husband.

Right, Lily?

-Lily: Where is he?

-As luck would have it, I'm staring at him as we speak.

-Is he okay?

-For now, but I can't promise he'll stay that way,

unless you're willing to join us.

-(line beeps)

-You have something to say about all this?

-You leave my wife out of it.

She's a civilian.

-(scoffs) No, Lily stopped being a civilian

the moment she met you.

Her life was over the moment you touched her,

same as the others.

In the end, they're all gonna go down

because of you, Mr. Hill.

-To the address the nasty man gave us?

-No, it's a trap.

We're gonna make a stop first.

-A stop? Where?

-The marina.

I need to see a man about a gun.

-(exhales) Adelante.

-Still no word from Albert.

-Well, we're gonna kick the doors down

and take the diamonds without him.

-No, no, no. We didn't plan to storm the stash house.

We don't know what's behind that door, do we, Hate 'Em?

-Hate 'Em: Well, let's go and find out.

-Albert would know what to do.

-Look, I don't know where Albert is, okay?

Or what happened to him.

But I do know there's a fortune in there

waiting for us to take it.

-Yeah, there is.

-Now...

I'm gonna go in there

and I'm gonna walk back out with those diamonds.

Now who's with me?

-(chuckles) Yes.

Let's go, Charlie boy.

-Fuck it.

♪ Put me on stage, I get the job done ♪

♪ Merkin' the radio waves, I get the job done ♪

♪ I get the job done ♪

-♪ We say, we say ♪ -♪ I get the job done ♪

♪ Get the job done ♪

-♪ We say, we say ♪ -♪ I get the job done ♪

♪ You know I get the job done ♪

-♪ We say, we say ♪ -♪ I get the job done ♪

-Who lives here?

-A friend.

-A friend with a gun?

-Hello, Lily.

-Clarence.

-I'm Ramiro Ramirez.

-Not now Ramiro, please.

Clarence, I know we've really only just met,

but, um...

I spent most of my life around a certain kind of a man

and after a while one gets to recognizing the type.

-I suspect you do.

-My real name is Lily Hill.

My husband's name is Vic Hill

and he is a fugitive here on the lam on the Costa del Sol.

Somebody's kidnapped him and I need your help.

-(lock clicks)

-Shit. They're there. They're there.

Fuck, 'cause they know we was here.

-We're trapped, Charlie.

-Don't look at me, mate. I'm a number two.

You're running this show now.

-Oh, I am?

-Yeah.

-Oh, okay. Yeah.

Yeah, I am.

Right.

We just need some reinforcements, all right?

-Good thinking.

-(indistinct chatter)

-(cell phone chimes)

-Shit.

-Have you ever choked someone, Albert?

It's very special.

Very intimate.

I'll be back for you.

Don't go anywhere.

It's gonna be a long day, Albert.

-(speaking Spanish) -Lotti: Oh.

-Uno momento.

Uno no puede cagar en paz.

-(speaking Spanish)

-Listen, I'm not sitting on a toilet waiting to get whacked.

I say we go out there

and give them pansies everything we got.

-This place is swarming. -(cell phone chimes)

-Lotti: We walk out that door, we won't make it two feet.

-Wait.

Help is on its way.

♪ Whoa, oh ♪

♪ Throw my caution to the fire ♪

-We're here.

♪ Come bleed my heart until it's dry ♪

♪ Whoa, oh ♪

-Looks very ominous.

-If I may, I have an idea of how to handle this.

♪ Set my soul on fire ♪

♪ Whoa, oh ♪

♪ Set my soul on fire ♪

♪ Whoa, oh ♪

♪ Set my soul on fire ♪

-I must say, Lily, your pictures don't do you justice.

-Who are you?

-My name is William Picket of Interpol

and you are under arrest for aiding and abetting

one Victor Hill.

I've been assigned to bring you and your husband

back to the UK to face criminal charges.

Once night falls, a helicopter will arrive in this field,

provided by Mayor Ortega,

and we will be on our way, you naughty kids.

-(pounding on door)

-(dog barking)

-(knocking on door)

(knocking continues)

(knocking continues)

(knocking continues)

-Albert?

(grunts)

-(speaking Spanish)

-No! (screaming)

-(speaking Spanish)

-(choking)

-(grunts)

-(gasps)

-(screams)

-(gunshots)

-You okay?

-Albert.

-I'm okay. I'm okay. -Yeah.

-(exhales)

This time it wasn't my fault.

-It's okay, love. I know that.

-Looks like the game's really up.

-Not quite.

I might have brought a couple of friends.

-What's happening?

-Ortega knows who you are.

All right? He knows you're a cop.

-Oh, shit.

-Listen to me. We need to run.

Okay? Right now.

I don't know where, just out of San Toledo.

Ortega's coming for us all.

-Okay.

I know a place we can go, all of us,

but we have to pick someone up along the way.

-So let's go. -Let's go.

-(cell phone chimes)

-Get ready.

It's about to jump off.

-About time.

-(doorbell dings)

- Pizza domicilio.

-Quien cono ha pedido pizza?

-(screams)

-The Hill gang, puta!

-Now, where are those diamonds?

-(grunts)

♪ Somebody tell me to go ♪

♪ Somebody tell me to go ♪

♪ Somebody tell me to go ♪

♪ Somebody tell me to go ♪

-(indistinct chatter)

-Your friends planning on making an appearance any time soon?

-(rustling)

-I'd say right about now.

-(gunshot) -(grunts)

-(yells)

-(laughing)

My name is William Picket, and I'm an Interpol officer,

and I'm protected by the full force

of international law

-My name's Clarence Perry, and I don't give a shit.

-(cocks gun)

-(grunts)

-I knew there was something about that guy I liked.

-(chuckles)

-Lil, can I just say something

whilst we're tied up and you can't run off?

I've been a complete fool, love.

I thought I was being supportive

but I've just been stubborn and-and selfish.

I can't see a life without you.

You're my life raft in the storm.

Please don't leave me.

-It's not just been about you, Vic. It's...

Well, it has actually, mostly.

But it's taken me this long to realize what I want.

I thought that I wanted you to retire

and live the quiet life with me, but it's the opposite.

I don't wanna take Spanish classes

and-and cooking lessons.

I wanna rob banks with you.

-(chuckles)

-I do, Vic. I wanna rob banks with you.

-If I wasn't tied up right now, oh, ho!

-(laughs)

-Hello, Vic.

-If you'll uncuff me, It'd be my honor to shake your hand.

-(lock clicks)

-I think this is our cue to leave.

-I'll drive.

-I'll take over from here, Clarence.

-I'm sure you will, Vic.

-Lily: Thank you.

You're a good friend.

-Pleasure's all mine, Lily.

-(car starts)

-Over there.

-(doorbell dings) -(sighs)

-(man speaking Spanish)

-What the hell are you doing bringing him here?

-We are blown. Ortega just tried to kill me.

-What do you mean, "We are blown"?

-Was it him? -No.

He saved my life.

Listen, we need to lay low.

Can we use your place out of town?

-Yes, of course.

Let's go. I've got the car in the garage.

-Albert: Yeah, it's not just us.

My family and friends come too.

-You are not in any position to be making demands.

-I'm not making demands. I'm telling you how it is.

-What do you want to do?

-We'll take them all.

-(glass shatters) -(rapid gunfire)

-Go, go!

-(firing continues)

-It's too dangerous to stay in San Toledo now.

We need to blow town.

-We'll get Hate 'Em and the kids

and we'll leave this shithole in our rear view tonight.

-And what about me?

I can't stay in San Toledo

that now I'm a criminal fugitive.

-You can come too, Ramiro.

-Give me your phone.

-(dialing)

-(line ringing) -(cell phone ringing)

-Albert, where are you?

-Mum, we've got a problem.

-What's happened?

-Listen, I haven't got time to explain.

Call everyone and come and meet us.

I'm gonna send you a location.

-We can't go back to the Bunker Bar.

-Yeah, not now, we stuck it to Ortega.

-(chuckles)

-(cell phone chiming)

-Lily: I've had a call from Albert.

-Where the hell is he? -Never mind about that.

We've got to get out of town now.

I've got an address for you to get to.

♪ You'd better run ♪

♪ I know you're scared, but that's all right ♪

♪ When you're living out here in the wild ♪

♪ Be prepared, stay alive ♪

♪ When you're living out here in the wild ♪

-(whistling)

♪ I know everybody has their own problems ♪

♪ And I'm not the superhero trying to solve them ♪

♪ But that don't mean ♪

♪ That I don't care about me and you ♪

♪ Me and you ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

-(vocalizing)

-♪ I know you're scared, but that's all right ♪

♪ When you're living out here in the wild ♪

♪ Be prepared, stay alive ♪

♪ When you're living out here in the wild ♪

-(whistling)

♪ Close your eyes and open your mind ♪

♪ Instinct's the only thing that keeps alive ♪

♪ Take my hand and every step ♪

♪ We'll leave this place, with no regret ♪

♪ We're gonna run, run, run ♪

♪ I know you're scared, but that's all right ♪

♪ When you're living out here in the wild ♪

♪ Be prepared, stay alive ♪

♪ When you're living out here in the... ♪

♪ Living out here in the wild ♪