All language subtitles for The.Liberator.2017.HDRi

- Open up!

- Sorry, ray, no one's
allowed in after one.

Have a good evening, my friend.

- Show time.

- You have the
goods, you're fine.

Don't worry.

- Malick.

- Who?

Mate, honestly, did you have to?

I got a wine tasting later.

- Where is he?

- Okay, look, I don't know much.

All right.

- Come on, spit it out.

- So, look, okay.

As far as I know, he's
staying in like some barn.

- Bull shit.

- Some barn, they
keep horses there.

I don't know, it's his
brother's and sister's thing.

But anyway, look.

- Where?

- Down southeast way, all right?

And that's it, all right.

You know me, making...

They don't tell me too much.

You know, it's fine but, yeah.

We'll find you.

Oh, you been working out?

You're looking nice, mate.

- Excuse me, sorry, I think
you better get in there, mate.

Looks like they had
a bit of trouble.

- What happened?

- Me.

- Well, I must
say this is a real treat.

I'm impressed.

- I doubt that, somehow.

- Honestly, you're really,
really spoiling me.

- Well I felt the need.

- I've heard it all before.

Men telling me how
beautiful and special I am.

But if you want to impress me,

I need less talk
and more action.

- Is that right?

- Yeah, that's right.

But, if you what I
hear about you is true,

then I won't find any
action anywhere else.

- People talk too much.

- Well, I trust my friends.

They always tell the truth.

- So, just what do your
friends say about me?

- Why?

Looking for an ego boost?

- I'm just curious.

- Well, let's just say,
if you want excitement,

you want Ben silver.

- Maybe I should
cancel my credit cards.

- Champagne for you, Ben.

Madam?

- Tell him I'm sorry,
there's been a mistake.

We didn't order champagne.

- Yes, this is compliments of
the gentlemen over at the bar.

Is everything okay?

- Yeah, yeah, it's fine.

- Shall I pour?

- Yeah, sure.

Go ahead.

- Thank you, sir.

- Are you sure
everything is all right?

- Yes, yeah, that's
my business associate.

I should probably
go and thank him.

Do you mind?

- No, you're right.

Go and thank him, quickly.

Ben, don't go anywhere.

- Fancy meeting you here.

- I can't say I'm in
the mood to see you.

- Is that any way to thank
me for an expensive bottle

of champagne?

- We ordered cocktails.

This better be important.

- Trust me, silver, hear me out,

and you will be over
the moon to see me.

- All right, I'm listening.

- The missing girls
from the Ukraine?

- What, the sex slaves?

- Rumor is, they just
want to get rid of them.

They've realized
that people have

started looking for these girls

so they're selling
them to the first buyer

that came along.

- Who in the hell was that?

- Boris bishop.

- Get Nigel on the phone.

Then drop everything.

Meet me in the usual
place in half an hour.

- Relax, mate, I've
already spoken to him.

He's gathered some
Brits together

and he'll meet
you in 15 minutes.

- Thanks.

- Sorry to wreck your
lunch plans, mate.

- That's all right, mate.

We'll just have to return
the favor and wreck theirs.

- You're getting slow, Ben.

- Bloody hell, Nige.

What's going on?

- I got tired waiting.

I've been doing some
target practice.

- Target practice.

You need your glasses
for that, don't you?

- Yeah, very funny.

Bishop sold the girls to Malick.

I know where they are.

Come on.

- Is the bitch dead?

- Nah, she's just taking a nap.

She'll be around again soon.

Put up a bit of a struggle.

I didn't have a choice,
I had to knock her out.

Huh, sorry, Malick.

- There's a better
way to break her.

We can still sell
her with the bruises.

You're the luckiest whore alive.

Today you're worth more
money to me alive than dead.

Take the bitch out back.

- There is man, outside door.

- How many girls?

- Three girls.

- Including you?

Wait here.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, let's go now!

- This way girls!

Follow me!

- You should sharpen
your reflexes, mate.

Go to this man, he's safe.

Go, go!

s

- I'm getting too old
for this sort of thing.

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Nice of you to join me now
that the action's over, mate.

- Come on, then.

It's bad manners to keep
young ladies waiting.

- I'm really sorry.

- Spare me the bullshit, Ben.

I'm not impressed.

You'd think after
everything I went through.

I went way out of my way
to give you a second chance

to take me to dinner.

You have the common
decency to treat me

like fucking lady?

Why are you covered in bruises?

- Well, it's a funny
story, actually.

You see, earlier on, there was...

- I really want to see
how you're gonna make up

for this one, Ben.

- Well, perhaps breakfast on
the coast, in the morning.

- Oh, Si, glado breakfast,
on the coast, in the morning.

How thrilling.

That makes up for everything?

- Well, I'll tell you what.

Let's go to a club.

Just let me throw on a shower.

We can be out the
door in five minutes.

- Ben, I don't think
you know how much

you've pissed me off this time.

So I want this situation
to be rectified right here,

and right now.

Like I've said it before.

I need less talk
and more action.

Hot action.

- Well, I'm beginning to
warm to your way of thinking.

- I think you're going
to need one of those

energy drinks of yours?

- On the contrary.

I seem to be catching
my second wind.

- Everything all right?

- Yes, fine.

Don't ask

thanks for all your help.

- Ah, you may not be
saying that in a minute.

- Go on, Wilson, what now?

- It's Miller again.

- What?

- Well, it seems that your
rejection of his advances

the other day has
rattled his cage.

He came to see me today.

- My god, what happened?

- Let's just say he wasn't
as friendly with me.

- Well, did he hurt you?

- No, no, well,
not really, anyway.

Just pushed me about.

He's not giving up, Melinda.

He wants the Egyptian vase.

And he means business.

- I was afraid of this.

- He's definitely going
to break in here tonight.

I'm sure of it.

I think that we need to
call the police, again.

- What's the point?

You know they won't do anything
until a crime's committed.

- Well, have you thought
anymore about what your friend

Andy said about hiring this
liberator bloke to help out?

- In case you haven't
noticed, Wilson,

I'm doing my utmost
not to break the law.

Anyway, don't you think
that's a bit extreme?

- This is serious.

Miller means business.

He'll happily have us
killed to get this vase.

You know that, don't you.

- I know, I know.

No, I'll think of something.

- Well, I'm bloody out of ideas.

Just in case, I'm going to
take the vase home tonight.

- Oh, no, no, I'll take it home.

- Well, that's not
going to look good

if people find out about it.

- It's not going to look
good either way, is it.

- Okay, go on.

You get out, I'll lock up.

- No, I'll wait for you.

- No, you just get out.

We need to get that
thing out of here.

- What if we're wrong?

- We'll know in the morning.

- Take care of yourself.

- I'll be fine.

Get out of here.

- Mr. Wilson.

You got a moment?

You should have done
as you were told.

Sir Harry Miller doesn't
like asking twice.

- Please!

The vase is gone.

I don't have it.

- That's not why I'm here.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I
understand what you're saying.

You disappoint me a lot.

And that's the way business is.

- Sorry, sir,
Mr. Darcy to see you.

Fuck.

Right in the middle of my steak.

Bad timing.

Sorry about having to
cut business short.

Still, there's
always a next time.

Unfortunately, not for you.

- Here we are then.

All nice and cozy.

- It would appear that
way, wouldn't it, Harry.

- You see, I was a bit like you.

Young, fresh, new to town.

Had to make my own way up.

But the one thing I always knew,

was who to show my respects to.

And when.

Something I'm having
to school you in,

right now, Mr. Darcy.

- You're not teaching
me anything, Harry.

- I see.

This is exactly what I mean.

- Harry, I am a business man.

And if you want me to stop
running things around here

in this part of town,

you are going to have to
make me a better offer.

All right, pops.

What?

Did I say something funny?

- You see, the one thing
you gotta learn in this game

is to have a sense of humor.

To have fun.

Wants to play.

- I think we're
done here, Harry.

- You may think that, boy,

but the reality is
quite different.

You see, the reality is
I'm top fucking dog here.

And any fresh shits that
cause a stink in my backyard,

I inveigh a riddle and

sadistic surprise.

- Get off me, Harry!

You're mental!

Are you threatening me, old man?

- No, not me personally.

- Huh, I see.

So this is how it's gonna
be, then, is it boys?

- Shhh.

Enough of your
childish rantings.

Shut up before I decide
you're no good to me at all.

Now, your men here know
who their daddy is.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Who's the daddy, yeah.

So open your eyes
and see the light.

- I see how this
is gonna go, Harry.

I'll toe the line.

- Ah, I like that.

You're a good boy.

I like it when people
like you behave.

That's what I want, you see?

It makes life for
me a bit easier.

Yeah?

Lynx.

How naff.

I'm more of a
Cologne man, myself.

Yeah, get rid of it the lynx.

- Gentlemen.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Pig.

- Now, now, Miller,
show me some respect.

Otherwise I won't play nice.

- I'm just having a
drew with my mates.

None of them who are
afraid to testify

to the police brutality
you've just shown us.

An invasion of our
privacy, eh lads?

A breach of our human rights

constituted a breach of
the human rights act.

- Very good, Miller.

I'm very impressed with
your useless knowledge.

See, it's your mates that
are exactly the reason

why I'm here.

I just followed one of them

from knocking off
an off license.

And look at the piece of shit
they come to meet up with.

- You bloody amateurs.

- See the thing is, Miller,
I don't think it would take

that much convincing
to make my superiors

believe that you put
the scum up to it.

- Body bag.

Fist of fury here.

Now that's what I call
good old-fashioned

live entertainment.

- Oh, I felt that myself.

Make it painful.

Come on, get him!

Wins, I say.

And ask for more.

Oh!

Ringside seat here.

Fist of fury.

- It's you next time, Miller.

- Oh yeah.

You ain't got nothing on me.

- Not yet.

- Time, time, time, time.

Need a lift, mate?

- No, I'm waiting for a friend.

- Yeah?

You're looking pretty
sharp, dude, I've gotta say.

Part of the triad
image or something?

- No, I just like
to dress this way

when I'm with the right company.

- Well, who's that,
the president?

- No, man, he's got
the wrong plumbing.

- Hey, baby.

- Hi.

- Good work out?

- Not bad.

See you later, man.

Duty calls.

- Hey, training tomorrow?

- Yeah, man, you
need the exercise.

- Can I help you?

- I'm here to see Mr. Miller.

- It's a bit after business
hours, now, isn't it?

- Trust me, love,
he's expecting me.

- I see.

What's the name?

- Viper.

- Oh, baby, yeah.

- Good enough yet, sweetheart?

- Keep going.

- You look like
you're ready to burst.

You sure you don't
want me to stop?

- Don't you fucking stop.

- Anything for you, honey bun.

- Yeah, that's good, my dear.

Oh, yeah.

For god's sake, don't
barge in like that!

Learn some manners and
knock, you stupid bitch.

- A Mr. viper here
to see you, sir.

- Oh, yes, I know who he is.

Let him in, thank you.

Loretta, love, can you
wait outside a moment?

I just need a word with
Mr. viper in private.

- Anything for you, honey bunch.

- Good girl.

Oh, Jean, sorry.

Women.

- Yeah.

- Talk to me.

What the hell's happened?

- Well, to put it bluntly.

Wilson is now pig feed.

- That's terrific news.

Well done, sunshine.

I mean, we gave him
enough chances, didn't we?

- Oh yeah, well, one chance.

- Yeah, one too many.

And the most important
thing on the agenda.

The vase.

- Funny thing about that.

Melinda page's got a
thing for valuables.

The kinky lass took it
home to go to bed with.

- Mmm, saucy little minx.

Well, you're gonna have to
go and fetch it yourself,

aren't you?

- That's gonna cost you double.

- How about I treble your fee?

- That's very generous of you.

Do you want her dead as well?

- No, restrain your natural
instincts there, viper.

Keep her alive.

Besides, with her criminal past,

the cops will think she
nicked the vase herself.

- Little bitch.

- Calm down, Melinda.

- Who the fuck does
he think he is?

- Get a grip on things, woman.

Now are we sure it was Miller?

- Who the bloody hell
do you think it was?

- Okay, then, so
go to the police.

- Andrew, you know
I can't do that.

- He's obviously connected
with Wilson's disappearance

this morning, which the police
are already looking into.

Throw them a life line.

- For the last time, no.

I can't.

- Well, then you've
only one choice.

Ben.

- God, things just keep
getting better and better,

don't they.

- For fuck's sake,
Melinda, why not?

- 'Cause I refuse
to enlist the help

of someone who calls
himself the liberator.

For Christ's sake.

I mean, what does he
think he is, a superhero?

- That wasn't his idea.

That was just a
nickname that stuck.

I know the guy very well.

And if it was me with
my knickers in a twist,

not only would he be the first
person I'd trust for help,

he'd be the only person.

- Andrew, you've always
been a good friend to me.

I mean you're the only
person who gave me

the benefit of the doubt
when I got out of prison.

But I just don't know if
he's the right thing or not.

- Listen to me, I've being
very serious, Melinda.

If you in any way
value your career,

your reputation, and your life,

you need Ben silver to help.

- Okay.

- Check.

Mate.

Yeah?

Oh, hi Andy.

Oh, god.

Well, look, tell
her not to worry.

Yeah, of course
I'll meet with her.

Okay.

Yeah, thanks, Andy.

Bye.

- What the hell's
that all about?

- A body.

Or to be more
precise, half a body.

It's been found
in a nearby farm.

They think it could
be Marjell Wilson.

I think it's about time
you started to take

more interest in this girl,

before she ends up
as pig feed, as well.

- Yeah, maybe you're right.

- Fresh this morning,
isn't it, miss page?

- Mr. Carter?

- Indeed I am.

- Thank god.

Andy said he contacted you

and there was no
guarantee you'd show up.

- Andy's an old friend of mine.

I'm happy to help out anyone
he holds in high regard.

If I can, that is.

- Did he explain my
situation to you?

- Yes he did.

And I was sorry to hear about
the death of your colleague.

- I just can't believe
it's gone this far.

- I must admit, I
admire your courage

in not giving to
Miller's blackmail.

- Yeah, and look
where that's got me.

I feel like Wilson's
death is my fault

but what was I supposed to do?

Andy did mention a
certain gentleman's name

that you're good friends with.

- Oh really, and just
who might that be?

- Ben silver.

- Andy always did
have a big mouth.

- Well, from what I hear,
he's the best man for the job.

- Look.

Ben's a very busy man.

Whether he agrees
to help you or not

will depend entirely
upon his availability.

But I'll be sure to put
in a good word for you.

He's been known to make
special exceptions before.

- Well, if he doesn't, I'm dead.

Thanks anyway, Mr. Carter.

- Call me Nigel.

- Tell me, Nigel.

Is he really as
good as they say?

- No.

Let's just put it this way.

If he can't help
you, nobody can.

- Well, he said
he's gonna see but

I'm not certain he's
going to help me.

Well I'm just gonna
have to sweat it out

until I hear something.

Yeah.

Well, I'll let you
know the moment

I hear something.

Yeah, right.

No, I gotta go, bye.

- Shit.

- Tell me this isn't how
you broke in the last time.

- Well, no, no, no,
no, I'm Ben silver.

- Oh.

- Just making an entrance.

- You're Ben silver.

You're the one everyone's
been talking about.

They failed to mention getting
stuck in pat doors, there.

- Yeah, well, they tend
to leave that bit out.

- Well, if you want to help
this damsel in distress,

you're gonna have to
work a little harder.

- Will do, don't worry.

First things first.

Would you mind?

First things first,
you're gonna get a call.

- Okay.

- It'll be good old Nige.

Telling you I'm not going
to lift a finger to help.

- You're not?

- Well, don't worry,
you'll protest.

- Of course.

- But you'll accept this
is the way it has to be.

- Well, then I'm awfully
stupid, aren't I?

- You will do this, because
your phone's been tapped.

- Oh.

Hello, Nigel.

But you can't help.

I'm in a really
desperate situation.

If there's anything you can do.

No.

I understand.

Well, thanks anyway.

Okay.

Send my regards to Ben.

Yeah, bye.

- Good girl.

So you met Nigel.

Nice enough guy, right?

You gotta meet him
at this address.

- So, Ben silver.

You gonna get my vase back?

You gonna save the
day and be my hero?

Prove it.

- So, you gonna put
on a show for me?

- Mmm, that depends.

Have you been a good boy?

- Oh, I've been a very good boy,

saving it all up for you.

- Mmmmm.

- Oh yes.

I'm gonna be a bad boy now.

For fuck's sake.

- Your door's sticking, mate.

You should have that looked at.

- You've got a nerve, silver,
busting in on me like this.

You're scaring
little Stef, here.

She's been sent here by
the department of health

for therapeutic purposes.

Part of the new NHS philosophy.

- Well, yeah, I mean, I've
heard all about your famous

boat parties.

How can I resist?

- Look, why don't
you relax, sit down.

Have a drink on the house, yeah?

Or best, go piss off and go ruin

someone else's boat party.

- Eh, sorry, mate,
I can't do that.

Why don't you tell the
lovely lady to leave.

It's time to take a plunge.

- She ain't going nowhere.

Party spoiler.

- Darling, why don't you
go get some fresh air

for a few minutes.

Unless you like this
fellow and his bullshit.

- Harry?

- Do what you want.

Fuck off.

- Screw you!

- Now, hold up, baby, look.

I didn't know this was
going to happen, did I?

I'll make it up to you,
I promise, next time.

Yeah, I promise you.

You're beautiful, please.

- Fuck you, Harry,

fuck you.

- Great, thank you.

- Not bad, Harry.

I'm impressed.

- Yeah, I had high expectations.

Nice to see you as
rude as ever, silver.

But I think you pretty much
overstayed your welcome,

so why don't you
just leave me alone?

- Save it, Miller,
I'm here for the vase.

- The vase, the vase.

Why the obsession with the vase?

You're wasting you time.

There's no point to all this.

And why do you always have
to be so bloody flamboyant?

- Don't stall me, where is it?

Talk to me.

- Talk to you?

Okay, I'll talk to you.

I don't think my
mummy ever loved me.

It all started in childhood.

When she left me with a bunch
of complete, utter strangers.

A motley crew of Russian
hoodlums and some prostitutes.

They subjected me to
history of violence.

This led to feelings
of emotional inadequacy

self loathing and
Tourette's syndrome.

And is no doubt the
cause of the rising anger

that resides deep
within me today.

- Well, that would
explain a lot.

- Hmm.

That felt good to
get off my chest.

Do you know what, silver?

You're a bit like BT.

Good to talk to.

Shit.

- Time's up, Miller.

You've just been cut off.

- All right.

I've given the vase to Rolf.

We're leaving in the
morning to escort the vase

to foreign buyers overseas.

- That's better.

So where is he right now?

- How the fuck would I know?

What am I, his mother?

I promise you one thing.

Go after the vase and
Melinda page is dead.

- Yeah, well, we'll
see about that.

Nice to see you again, Harry.

It's been emotional.

- Well, thanks for listening.

Oh, by the way, silver,
you're a dead man.

- Aren't we all,
Harry, aren't we all.

I'll send the lovely
lady back in, shall I?

- Yeah, and I'll send a bill
in the post for the door.

Shit.

- Here you go, my dear.

- Thank you, Nigel.

- It might be a
good idea to let it

cool down for a minute or two.

- I really needed a cup of tea.

I'm so grateful for
all you've done for me.

- Don't be silly, it's not
really me you have to thank.

- I know.

I still can't believe he did it.

- Well, let's put it this way.

You must be something special.

- What do you mean?

- Ben doesn't work
just for the money.

In fact, that's the
least of his concerns.

- Well then what does
he concern himself with?

- He goes by a
person's character.

He cares more about
what's inside the heart

rather than the wallet.

- Doesn't sound like your typical
soldier of fortune to me.

- Well, he's not.

Surely you've found that out.

- Then why does he bother
with this line of work at all?

I mean, he's a war hero.

He's the youngest man ever to
be awarded the Victoria cross.

Surely he doesn't need to risk
his life on a daily basis.

- To understand why, you have
to go back to his childhood.

- His childhood?

- Yes.

Ben's parents were no
ordinary people either.

His father was in the
SAS and his mother, well,

she was a world champion
martial arts expert.

- Wow.

Lots to live up to, I guess.

- More than you realize.

You see, both of his
parents were killed

when he was only 15.

They were caught in crossfire
trying to help a friend

in south America.

- My god.

- Ben does what he does in
honor of what they died for.

He only helps
someone in real need.

- I'm beginning to
realize how lucky I am.

- I'm sure you deserve all
the help you're getting.

- Tell me, Nigel.

Is Ben with, I
mean, is he alone?

- Well, he does have this
sweet little housekeeper

who comes in to give him
a hand three days a week.

I don't think there's
anything going on there.

She's also the same woman
who helped to raise him

when his parents were killed.

- Let me guess,
along with yourself?

- I was more Ben's mentor
rather than his guardian.

I owed his father that.

- Interesting.

There's a lot more to Ben
silver than I thought.

- Would you do me
a favor, my dear?

- What's that?

- Don't say no,

I want you to dive on the
floor as fast as you can.

Don't move until I
give you the word.

- Excuse me?

Are you serious?

- I've never been more
serious in my life.

- My god, are we in trouble?

- Just do as I say
and we'll be fine.

Do you understand?

- Yeah.

- Now!

- Nigel!

- You okay?

- Yeah, a bit shaken
but I'm all right.

Don't worry, it's not the first
time I've seen a dead body.

- Brave girl.

Well, we can't stay
here, it's too dangerous.

Typical.

I just had this
place redecorated.

- You sure he's coming here?

- What am I, a complete twat?

I'm not trying to be
funny but that nut

is crazy enough
o storm in on me,

I'm pretty sure he ain't going
to worry about you, is he?

- I'm surprised.

I thought nobody crosses you.

- Well, don't you worry
about that, sunshine.

I'll be along there
shortly to teach that smug

little bastard a lesson
he'll never forget.

And you just make
sure you're ready.

- I'll be ready.

- Excellent.

Now tell me about the vase.

- Relax Miller, it's safe.

We'll be loading it onto
the truck in an hour or so.

Then I'll be jumping
on the ferry,

along with the vase.

- Great, Rolf, it's
exactly the sort of thing

I want to hear.

- Now, if that
psycho does show up,

do you want him alive or dead?

- Kill him if you have
to but to keep him alive

is a 50 grand bonus for you.

You see, I want the satisfaction
of pulling out his teeth

and pissing down his throat,
if you get what I mean.

- I get the picture.

For that kind of dollar,
consider it done.

- Fantastic, Rolf.

You see, I knew you were
the man for the job.

Yeah, smart little bastard.

- Oh, shit.

- Hey, fuckhead!

Better keep an eye on the cars.

Fucking imbecile.

- Going somewhere, silver?

- I was wondering
where you were hiding.

How are you, Rolf?

It's been a while.

- Hiding.

Now then.

I've been waiting for this.

You see, I knew you
was gonna show up.

I just didn't know it
was gonna be so soon.

- Yeah, I know what
you mean, mate.

- Shut up!

- I'm guessing it's
too late to apologize

for the concussion back in Rio.

Well, what's the
deal, then, Rolfie?

Why haven't you killed me yet?

- Haven't had the right price.

But don't worry about that,
that will come soon enough.

For now, you're worth more
to me alive than dead.

Is that all you've got?

Is this what I've
been hiding from?

Told you, silver.

Alive, not dead.

There you go, Miller.

Two for the price of one.

- Well done, Rolf,
excellent work.

A 100% bonus in it for you.

Plus, I'll send the
girls down later.

- Thanks.

You got my details.

Oh, one more thing.

Make it painful.

- Oh, I will.

Oh, I will.

I'm gonna enjoy this.

Almost dropped it.

The pizzazz.

What I hate about you, silver,

is that you excel at everything.

You're Mr. perfect,
born with all the

trump cards in your hand.

There was always someone like
you in my classroom at school.

Sorry about being
late for the party.

Looks like I got
here just in time.

- Come on, Harry.

There must be some way
we can work this out.

- Oh, there's a way we can
work this out, all right.

Only you ain't gonna like it.

- Why do I get the feeling
you're going to enjoy this?

- Not entirely.

Oh, you're good, silver.

You're very good.

It's such a shame that you're
batting for the wrong side.

Still, I'd be lying if I
said I wasn't gonna like it

just a little bit.

Hey, silver.

Silver, it's time to die.

- Ben silver!

- Looks like I'm just
in time, too, huh?

- Look who's here,
Chuck bloody Norris.

- Listen, get all your stuff
together and get out of here.

This whole place is gonna
be crawling with police

any minute now.

Move it.

- Don't touch the cloth.

- And just remember,
you owe me one.

Come on.

- This ain't the end, silver.

This ain't the end.

You're hurting me!

- I'm not quite there.

- I really can't
thank you enough.

- I'm just doing my job.

- Looks like you had to just
a bit more than detecting

to get that back.

- Yeah, well, you
know what they say.

No pain, no gain.

- Well, it seems to me that
your methods are dangerous

and not all that clever.

But I'm really, really grateful.

Thank you so much for your help.

And we'll have the money
wired to your account

first thing tomorrow
morning, all right?

- I've been thinking about this,

and you don't have to pay me.

You've had a real rough ride.

You keep your money and
you can just owe me a favor

or something.

- A rough ride?

Owe you a favor?

Don't be ridiculous.

- Well...

- oh, I see, you're taking
pity on your poor, useless

damsel in distress.

- No.

Look, can we ever
just get along?

I'm trying to do you a favor.

I almost died getting
that stupid vase today.

The least you can do is
show me a bit of respect.

Like I said just owe me a
favor or something, that's all.

- Oh, right.

Owe you a favor.

And what exactly
would I owe you, Ben?

- Oh, come on,
don't be ridiculous.

Don't flatter yourself, love.

You don't have to get all
feminist and defensive with me.

- Don't call me love.

Who the fuck do
you think you are?

You don't even know...

You sure you're not
after anything else?

- Well, now that you mention it.

Something is springing to mind.

Is it time for breakfast?

- You're my dessert.

I have to get to work.

Which means, you have to leave.

- This is a bit unexpected.

- Is it?

You knew I had work early.

- Yeah, I know.

But I just thought that...

Why don't I stay here?

I could make us lunch.

Did I mention that, I'm
a god in the kitchen.

- I don't think so.

- This is so random.

- Don't take it the wrong way.

Last night was amazing.

Four hours, come on.

I'll call you.

- You wouldn't happen to have
an energy drink, would you?

- No, Mr. silver, I wouldn't.

But there's green tea in
the kitchen if you want it.

- Sounds terrific.

- Yeah.

Oh, wo, wo, slow down.

Give me specifics, what
are you talking about?

Yeah.

What?!

(Car door clicks shut0

- detective Stevens, what
the hell's all this about?

I was in the middle of
picking up my house.

- It's not good.

It's pretty fucked up.

Have you managed to
get a hold of silver?

- He's awol at the moment, he
does that from time to time.

- That's not good.

- What's happened?

- We had to release Miller
late from his cell last night.

- God.

Well, couldn't you have kept him

at least until this morning?

- Well, that's just it.

We were building a case
against him last night.

It's just the fact his
lawyers work faster than us.

- Let me talk to miss page.

Maybe I can persuade her to
speak out and give evidence.

- See, that brings me
on to more bad news.

As of this morning, both Melinda
page and the vase are gone.

- For god's sake, can't you
do anything right, Stevens?

- Are you sure she's clean?

- Well, of course she's clean.

- In that case, she's either
kidnapped, hiding or...

- Yeah, or dead!

- We've got to find Miller.

- We need to find silver.

- Hello.

- Where the bloody
hell have you been?

We've been trying to
reach you for two hours.

- Nige, if you're
trying to reach me,

why don't you just
try my mobile?

- 'Cause you're
bloody battery's dead.

Now listen up?

This is very serious.

- I don't care how
serious it is, mate,

I'm so tired right now, I
just need to hit the sack.

I've had a hell of a week.

Whatever it is, let's just
deal with it tomorrow, yeah?

- Listen to me, Ben.

We've got to roll now.

- Okay, fine, I trust you.

But let me tell
you something, man.

This better be worth it.

Come on.

Come on!

Vile.

- You really are
a lucky guy, man.

- What the fuck
are you doing here?

- We had training, remember?

- Thank god you're punctual.

- It's about fucking time.

- Christ, Ben, you
look like shit.

- Come through good.

Nice timing.

But we need your help.

- Yeah, no shit.

I just saved his life.

- What the hell
happened to you, anyway?

- I got involved
with Melinda page.

I told you we didn't
need this case, Nige.

Someone just tried to kill me,

and nearly succeeded.

Now what the fuck is going on?

- It's Miller.

He's free.

- What?!

How could you let him go?

- Listen, without the vase,
we had nothing to hold him on.

All the evidence
was circumstantial.

My boss says we'll be lucky
if he doesn't fucking sue us!

- Well, listen, he just had
someone try and take me out.

And you can bet your ass, he
going to go for that vase.

Melinda.

- She's disappeared.

- We've got to help her.

He's not gonna let
that girl live.

- Yeah, but how?

She could be anywhere.

- I think I know where she is.

- Lambert's factory.

Who the hell is Lambert?

- David Lambert, one of
Miller's business associates.

And a pain in my ass!

- Let's go.

- Listen, he's also
as tough as they come.

He'll probably have an
entourage of killers

just waiting for all of us.

- The point being?

It sounds like fun.

- Listen, this
isn't going to work.

Let me make a call.

Maybe I can get a
sting operation set up.

In two hours...

- no, no, she hasn't
got two hours.

Come on, let's go.

- Wait!

Listen, if you're
intent on doing this,

you're gonna need my help.

- I have to hand
it to you, Miller.

This foreign buyer would
never pay the full price

for the vase, and you know it.

- You know, I like you, Lambert.

It's always fun doing
business with you.

Just like the old days.

- Just like the old days.

- By the way, I like your motor.

- It comes with the suit.

And remember, it's Lambert?

- Of course, like the cheese.

Do forgive me, my French
is normally excellent

but occasionally slips.

- And now, this guy silver.

Is he gonna give us any problem?

- I wouldn't worry about silver.

If that crazy son of a
bitch is stupid enough

to come back again, he'll
only get his ass kicked twice.

- Yeah, don't you
worry about him.

Hopefully my man viper's
separating him from his

meat and two veg as
we speak now, Lambert.

- Well, for our sake, I hope so.

And this girl you brought here.

You cannot leave her
here, you know that.

- Oh yeah, the bitch.

I tell you what.

I like them a bit feisty.

I might take her home with me.

Have some fun and
games with her, yeah?

Depends how bad your men
fuck her up first, I suppose.

- I can always tell
them to let her be.

- No, no, let your men
have their fun with her,

as long as they don't kill her.

That posh little whore
deserves to suffer.

- Miller, you're sick.

- Yeah, I know.

- Looks like there's
no one around.

- That's a good thing

or a bad thing.

- Yeah.

- So, what's
the plan, then, silver?

- Simple.

There isn't one.

- Ben, you never change.

- Nige, you better wait
outside just in case

something goes wrong.

And guys, why don't
you come with me,

and we'll split up inside.

Sound good?

- Love it.

- I'll give you 15 minutes,
then I'm coming in.

- You can make it 10
if you like, mate.

- Look, Ben, you watch
it in there, okay?

- I'll try.

- Finally.

Take me to Miller, I want to
speak to that sick bastard.

Hello?

Well, don't worry, I'm
not going anywhere, am I?

- Oh, no you don't.

- I wouldn't do
that if I were you.

- But I'm not you, am I?

- Get off!

- You know, guys
like you really make

my job worthwhile.

Shhh.

Sorry, I'm late.

- I'm just pleased to see you.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

- Come on.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

- You don't have
to tell me twice.

Wait.

- Hey!

- Come on, it's this way.

- You can't go this way.

You gotta go back.

- Shit, come on, quick.

- This place is huge.

- Silver!

You're supposed
to be bloody dead!

- We got the vase, let's go.

- Time for my foot massage.

- Miller!

- Wait.

- Yah!

Yah!

- Stevens, I presume?

- Lambert.

- Finally we meet.

- You're under arrest.

- You really stitched me
up on this one, Miller.

That's what you want?

The vase?

You know, in France
we have one phrase.

We say, if you want
something to badly,

we fight for it.

- The fight you want?

Come and get me.

- Lambert?

- Oh, god.

- Yeah.

- Nice style.

- Thanks.

- Oh, come on, I had
that shit covered.

- Yeah, right.

Come on, let's get
you out of here.

- Wait, you better
go and help Stevens

because I fucking can't.

- Bon jour.

You're not going
anywhere, Lambert.

- You should have stayed down.

It's too bad, son.

- You know, I know a
really nice bar nearby.

Champagne?

- I think I need it.

- Ben fucking silver.

I've got the
perfect bar for you.

- Get out of here.

I'll meet you outside.

- No, I'm not leaving you.

- Get out of here now.

- No.
- Go!

Go!

Come on, Rolf.

- You're a barrel
of laughs, Lambert.

Let's go.

- I'm not going yet.

Come on.

There's nothing you can do.

- See, that's what you think.

You stay down, Lambert.

- Shit!

- What's the rush, Harry?

Hot date?

- Fuck's sake.

Back seat drivers.

Have I been a naughty boy again?

- That's for Wilson.

- Yes, and don't
forget about my house

- and that is for Nigel's house.

- No sex for me tonight, then.

- Come on, Nigel, let's go.

- Oh, you go on, I'll
keep an eye on Harry.

- And no future
prospect of children, either.

- Easy now.

Silver.

- Come on, Rolf.

- I'm not gonna kill
you today, Rolf.

You're a great warrior.

You used to be a great man.

But next time, if I have
to, I will finish the job.

I just hope that next
time we won't be fighting

but getting drunk instead.

- Nice one, silver.

- Rolf.

- No, no, leave it.

It's cool, man.

- You know, on second
thought, you can transfer

the money into my account
first thing in the morning.