Original subtitles

(Tom) I know Gary's done a big job. He's in trouble.

You keep your trap shut.

What could I say? I don't know anything.

(theme music playing)

Where is he? (grunts)

(Joan) Kelly, wake up. Come on, love.

(Mrs May) So you've just been made homeless

and you want to put your daughter in emergency care?

I don't want to, obviously.

Is Kelly in danger?

Come here. (kisses)

Don't go, Mummy. Please don't go.

(Nancy) Where's Kelly?

I have to keep her safe.

I wanna see Kelly!

(siren wailing)

(door clangs)

I fully intend on getting a job

and a place of my own to support us.

I just... I just need a chance.

- It's been a tough day. - Oh, yeah? What do you do?

(inhales)

I'm a thief.

It's just work, and it's just one job.

Yeah, I know.

If you rip me off, I'll kill you.

Snap.

(theme music intensifies)

(rain whooshing)

(dial tone ringing)

(Sue over phone) Hello. 0829.

- This is Joan, Kelly's mum. - (Sue) Oh, hello.

I'm just about to put her bed. I'll get her for you.

(Kelly) Hello?

Kelly, it's me. How are you?

(Kelly) I started riding lessons.

I have to wear a hat. The pony's called Peanut.

I miss you.

When am I coming home?

Just finding us a new place. It won't be long now, I promise.

(Kelly) Are you still coming on Thursday?

- You can meet Peanut. - (phone line beeping)

Of course, I'm coming. I'll see you on Thursday, Kelly.

- I love you, Kel. - (Kelly) Mummy?

- (birds chirping) - (call disconnects)

- (rain whooshing) - (pensive music playing)

(tense music playing)

(grunting)

(tense music intensifies)

(lighter clicks)

(siren wailing in distance)

(inhales, grunts)

Not a single chip on this, mint condition.

Incredibly rare.

So you see the gilding here?

That's all hand painted.

Look at that coral pattern.

So... just delicate.

Slip moulded.

Yeah, circa 1840.

How do you know?

My new assistant, learning the ropes.

'Cause Joan, prior to that,

they didn't indent the saucers.

Oh.

Two hundred for the set.

I'll give you 50 for the teapot.

Oh, no. No, no.

Can't break up the set. It's miraculous it's complete.

I'm sorry. I misunderstood.

I thought you said you were very good friends.

But I do have some charming Delftware

if you are looking to economise.

No, 150 for the whole set.

One-sixty, cash.

I'll throw in a free gift wrap.

Pick it up at four o'clock.

Beautiful yellow sapphire.

Burmese.

- (Boisie) Thank you so much. - Thank you.

(Boisie) All right, take care. I'll see you later.

Not bad for a night's work.

Mm-mm. So, where'd you get it from?

Just my warehouse where I keep all my stuff.

Where's that then?

No. My whole life's in there.

You don't trust me?

So where are your stones, Joan?

(eerie music playing)

(Boisie) I see you're ready to start work.

Right, I've got a perfect job for you.

What is it?

First we gotta clean up after the last one you did.

(traffic whizzing)

(Joan) Oh, look at him.

Bloody perv.

(inhales) Go on then. In you go. (exhales)

I told you, a good thief always covers their tracks.

If you disappear in the thin air, he'll suspect it's you

when he discovers his stones are gone.

He'll give your name to the police,

and our next job will be ten times more risky.

I like risk.

Oh, I can't work with an amateur, so...

Fine.

Never had it in you anyway.

Poke me in the eye then.

What?

Fine, I'll do it myself.

(sniffles, sighs)

What? I've gotta look the part.

(tense music playing)

It's my dad.

Lung cancer.

Oh.

Joan... I'm so sorry.

I don't wanna let you down,

but I have to go to him in Scotland.

You don't give it another thought.

Family is everything.

Thank you. That's very kind.

(breathes deeply)

By the way. Is... is Linda all right?

What do you mean?

Oh, she's got terrible money problems.

Credit cards, all sorts.

- Mm. - (sighs)

(Larry) What about this one, Boisie? A tenner?

Or this one?

- You know I don't buy rubbish. - Thought you liked old shit.

Just the chequebook, like I said.

- Didn't put you down as a kite. - Not for me, is it?

- Here. Sixty quid. - Hundred.

Seventy 'cause I'm in a good mood.

(indistinct chatter)

- All right, mate? - (pub goer) All right, Boisie?

A first-class employee, picked up the business in no time.

And I can have my job back whenever I like.

That might be useful.

No, I'm never going back.

I'm impressed, Joan.

(Joan) So come on, tell me. What's this job then?

It's a job of two halves. The first half is preparation.

(tense music playing)

Shopping time.

But I wanna nick jewels,

not shoplift with a dodgy chequebook.

Yes. Yes. All in good time.

(Joan) I'm only doing this one job.

(Boisie) And this is the first part of it.

- So what am I nicking? - Clothes.

- Here, practise. - (breathes deeply)

(Boisie) Mrs R Hamilton.

It's just squiggles. It doesn't matter.

What do you think the R stands for?

Whatever you like. Rachel? Rebecca?

Roxy. Call me Rox.

- (chuckles) - (Boisie) Okay, right.

We gotta go down the high street. Get some photos done.

- What? Why? - You need a passport.

Once you nick the gear, we're going to Spain tomorrow.

- (laughs) Spain? - (chuckles)

Oh, my God. Oh, Kelly.

I've gotta be back Thursday afternoon.

- (camera shutter clicks) - (Boisie) That's all right.

We'll fly back early that morning. Plenty of time.

The second part of the job

is we need to courier some jewellery.

Three high-value pieces lifted from a house

in Mayfair last week.

My mate, Albie, sells it out in Spain

where the pigs aren't looking for it.

We take it over, he pays us on delivery.

So we're gonna take a regular flight,

pose as a wealthy couple.

That's why you need the clobber. You've to look at the part.

Roxy will need to look classy.

Choose three or four outfits.

Day and evening wear, nothing too flash.

When you're in the store, stay calm.

Enjoy it.

You're just a filthy rich woman

doing your last-minute holiday shopping.

Would you like me to put those in the changing rooms for you?

Yes, please.

Thank you.

(clears throat) Roxy.

- Rox. Roxy Hamilton. - (Marie) All right in there, madam?

- You look smashing. - (chuckles softly)

Is it for a special occasion?

- I'm off to Spain. - Oh! You lucky thing.

I know.

(breathes deeply)

(Boisie) When you get to the till, they're gonna ask

- for a check guarantee card. - There you go.

Your check guarantee card?

(purse opens)

Er... (chuckles nervously) Sorry, I...

(Boisie) Ride it out. Trust me.

- So sorry. I... - Left it at home?

Yeah. What an idiot.

Done the same myself. Just write me up three checks.

Fifty, 50, and 45.99.

Thanks.

(Boisie) Once you've got your outfit,

get out of the store sharpish.

- Have a good day. - (Marie) You too.

(Boisie) Don't get distracted, Joan.

Come straight back to my flat.

(indistinct chatter)

(tense music continues)

(Joan) Where's the ladies' room?

Through the door on the left, ma'am.

(music concludes)

(gentle jazz music playing)

- (bell ringing) - (door opening)

(Larry) Didn't expect to see you again so soon.

(Boisie) Me neither. Got an unexpected haul.

(door closes)

(Larry) Right.

You've been busy, love.

Yeah. She's a right proper talent.

If not something of a loose cannon.

Give you a tenner each one.

No, they're all at least 40 new.

Mm. There's no price tags.

- I wrote the prices down. - (scoffs)

(scoffs) You got right one here, mate.

Thousand pounds, the lot.

(sighs) Seven hundred.

Eight. Take it or leave it.

Here.

(sighs deeply)

(grunts)

Suits you.

(chuckles sarcastically)

Impressive work, love. See you again.

Leave the price tags on next time.

Punters like to know how much they've saved

when he's selling around the pubs.

Well, there won't be a next time.

Spain, then I'm done.

Oh.

What do you really want, Roxy?

Right now? Three-hundred and eighty quid.

Half the profits, minus 20 for the wig.

But I only told you to nick the clothes, so...

Okay, well I don't always do what I'm told,

especially if I have better ideas. (chuckles)

I introduced you to the fence

and I, er, bought the chequebook.

So... yeah, I reckon we're about even.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Maybe.

Yeah, maybe I am.

Come on then. Hand it over.

- Come and get it. - (lighter clicks)

(instrumental music playing)

Come on.

- Pay Roxy her half. - (puffs, exhales)

- Or what? - She'll walk out.

You'll never see her again.

You like walking out, don't you?

(puffs)

Do you wanna know what Roxy wears under her dress?

And what else?

Nothing.

(smooches)

(smooches)

(vehicle buzzing)

(grunts)

(music concludes)

I watched something on telly once about clean freaks.

Not a psychopath, are you?

(laughs) No.

Mm.

- You iron as well. - Only my bank notes.

- What? - (chuckles)

Who'd you learn to clean off? Your mum?

Who then? Big sister?

(Boisie) Prison.

Learned everything there really.

- Yeah, but not antiques. - (Boisie) Yeah, I did.

Picked up a book from the library. Got really into it.

Ordered another one.

Why?

Dunno.

All the hallmarks, categories, everything has a value.

Mm.

Right. To work.

(tense music playing)

For you. Gear's inside.

If I carry an attaché case with ladies' jewels in,

it'll look dodgy so...

So you want me to take it on the plane and bear all the risk?

You got a pulse, haven't you?

Of course I have.

(Boisie) The passport's a good forgery.

I believe in you, Joan.

Yeah, but what are you paying me?

- Grand. - Two grand.

(clicks tongue)

- So when's the flight? - Midday.

Better get ready then.

(tense music continues)

I reckon amateurs carry their gear in shiny new attaché cases.

Professionals wear 'em.

Then let's go to Spain.

(tense music continues)

(stewardess 1 over PA) Please stow your hand luggage

either in the overhead compartment

or underneath the seat in front of you.

It's a full flight today...

- Good morning. - (passenger 1) Morning.

It's all right, Joan. We're through security now.

- Hi. - (passenger 2) Here you go.

- Lovely. Thank you. - (passenger 2) Thank you.

- (stewardess 2) Hi. - Hi.

Ah. Mrs Hamilton, if you could step aside

and wait for my colleague from Passport Control.

Okay.

- (Boisie) What's the issue? - If you could just wait here.

- Thank you. - (passenger 3) Hi.

Good morning.

- (passenger 3) Thank you. - Lovely. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

(officer) Police coming through.

Thank you very much. Excuse me.

Mrs Hamilton?

You left it on the counter.

(music fades)

Thank you.

Sorry, my wife's a very nervous flyer.

(plane rumbling)

(Boisie) I thought you'd flown before.

(Joan) Do I look like I've fucking flown before?

Hold my hand. Hold my hand! I said hold my bloody hand!

(groans)

- Are we in the air? - Yeah.

- Yeah? Yeah? - Yes.

(laughs)

MUSIC: "Volver a Empezar (Begin the Beguine)" by Julio Iglesias.

♪ Hey, hey

♪ Hey, hey

♪ When they begin

♪ The beguine... ♪

(singing in Spanish)

(singing continues)

(singing continues)

(singing continues)

(song fades)

(Joan sighs) I've never seen anything like this in my life.

It's so beautiful.

Can we go to the beach?

(Boisie) All in good time.

Need to drop the gear off with Albie first.

So we'll swing by his club.

(tense music playing)

You need to act dumb around his missus.

- All right, pretend you're my bird. - Because?

She doesn't know of our business.

Better take the gear off before we get there also.

We'll have him.

Is he into antiques as well?

No. No. He's nothing like me.

How'd you meet?

Inside. He was my cellmate.

Come on, let's get paid.

(indistinct chatter)

Yeah, we'll go in a minute.

(Boisie) Albie, how are you, mate?

Never better.

- (Joan) Hi, Joan. - Hi, Val.

- This is Jonny. - Hi, Jonny.

- (Jonny) Hi. - So how's the big smoke, Bois?

- Business all right? - Good, yeah. Good. Very good.

Joan's started working for me.

Oh, so do you know all about antiques then?

I'm teaching her.

(Val) All right, let the girl speak for herself, Boisie.

Thank you.

Er, yeah, I'm learning the trade in my own way.

How's that then?

Well, won't let a man boss me around.

- Ooh! - (Joan chuckles)

Must be nice growing up out here.

Oh, not really. He hasn't got any friends here.

- (Albie) That's not true. - Well, how would you know?

- You're never around. (chuckles) - Someone's gotta earn the bread,

especially at the rate you spend it.

Children. Children.

- (chuckles) - Never have kids, Joan.

No end of bloody trouble, eh?

(Val) We should be getting off, Albie.

(Albie) Oh, just need a word with Bois.

(tense music)

(speaking indistinctly)

You know, you're the first girl he's brought out here.

He just wanted company on the flight.

(Val laughs)

So what kind of work is Albie in?

(Val) Ugh, importing stuff. This and that, you know?

What kind of stuff?

(inhales) I don't really get involved.

- Right. Val, Jonny, vamoose. - (Boisie clears throat)

You're about tomorrow, aren't you?

Yeah. Yeah. We're staying at Hotel One now.

- Yeah. - See you there.

- (Val) Come on, babe. - Joan.

- (Val) Nice to meet you, Joan. - Bye. Bye, Jonny.

(Val) Bye.

(Boisie) Two grand. Your cut.

Count it.

(Joan) I trust you.

Always count the money, Joan.

MUSIC: "Club Tropicana" by Wham!

(indistinct chatter)

(hotel attendant) Welcome back, Mr Hannington.

It's good to see you again.

(Boisie) Thank you.

♪ Brush shoulders with the stars

♪ Where strangers Take you by the hand

♪ And welcome you to wonderland

♪ From beneath their Panamas ♪

Your key, Mr Hannington.

¡Muchas gracias!

Que tengan un buen día.

Cheers.

♪ But don't worry

♪ You can suntan

-♪ That's the way some lovers meet -(Joan laughs)

♪ They kiss in Tropicana, see

♪ Watch the waves break On the pier

♪ Oh, sunsets at the Blue Lagoon

♪ Topped out by the summer's tune

♪ All night holiday... ♪

Here you go.

(Boisie) Cheers.

- (waves whooshing) - (indistinct chatter)

So why do you think Albie keeps everything from Val?

She knows, deep down, she does.

Yeah, that's how it was with Gary.

Albie's solid, John.

First night in an adult nick I was put in a cell with him.

Told me who to befriend, who to avoid.

He looked out for you?

- Yeah. - (Joan) Hmm.

Then I taught him how to play backgammon,

took a load of money off him. He's been trying...

- (chuckles) - ...to get over it ever since.

Never gonna be like Val again.

Need to run my own life.

Come on. You said you would.

- (Boisie) I can't swim. - Well, nor can I.

Come on! Go!

Come on! Oh, but it feels nice.

Oi!

(instrumental music playing)

(Joan chuckles)

So they just give you all this stuff for free?

Uh-huh. (exhales)

What's this?

(Boisie) Shoehorn.

That's useful.

Right, what about this little packet?

- Sewing kit. - (Joan chuckles)

I mean, who does sewing on their holidays? (laughs)

Move in with me, Joan.

- What? - When we get home.

Are you taking the piss? We've only just met.

I like you.

I think we'll make a good team.

(sighs) I can't.

I need to get my own flat.

For me and Kelly.

- (indistinct chatter) - (waves whooshing)

(sighs)

(speaking indistinctly)

(children chattering)

MUSIC: "Give It Up" by KC & The Sunshine Band.

He's gonna bloody love you.

You are so cute. (breathes sharply)

Boisie, it's me. Wake up.

Say hello!

Isn't he sweet?

Have you lost your mind?

You can't take a fucking dog on a plane.

It's for Jonny.

He needs friends.

♪ I'd just like to make you mine All mine... ♪

(chuckles)

Not fucking funny, Boisie.

MUSIC: "Just an Illusion" by Imagination.

(indistinct chatter)

Jonny loves the dog. He's made up.

Did you give him a name yet?

- What? - Name?

Oh, Arnie.

What?

Like The Terminator. His idea.

MUSIC: "Chant No. 1" by Spandau Ballet.

Oh, come on.

- (chuckles) Okay. - (Joan) Come on.

(speaking indistinctly)

(Albie) Oh, there they go.

(Boisie) I'm smitten, Albie.

Can you blame me? Look at her.

What you got her doing? Selling on in the shop?

She's a thief.

She already nicked a load of stuff on her own.

Toasters and tellies?

Diamonds... loose.

She swallowed 'em from her work.

Business and pleasure all in one cute little package?

Yeah.

(chuckles)

(Boisie) Yeah, no, I reckon we'll make good team.

She's a natural.

That your dick talking, huh?

Married life getting you down?

- (chuckles) - You chose to leave London.

Come back if you're bored. Or broke.

Hm.

♪ And I'll keep this pressure on

♪ And I'll keep this pressure on

♪ And I'll keep this pressure on

♪ And I'll keep this pressure on

♪ And I'll keep this pressure on

♪ And I'll keep This pressure on... ♪

Bois, he's smitten.

Treat him good, yeah?

We worked together for years. I still look out for him.

Oh, you're his babysitter, are you?

(chuckles)

I've been asking about you, Joan.

Found out your ex did a job for me back in the day.

You've spoken to Gary?

Says you was a right nightmare. (chuckles)

Ran off with his kid.

Well, Gary's a bloody liar.

You're sexy when your blood's up.

- Fuck you. - Hey, Joan, I'm just joking.

(song concludes)

(pilot) Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

This is the flight deck.

I have just been informed by air traffic control that,

due to unforeseen circumstances,

our departure has been delayed

- by approximately 60 minutes. - Shit!

(pilot) I apologise for this delay.

Boisie, did you hear that?

It's all right. Calm down.

You promised I'd be back. You never said it could be late.

How can it be late? It's not like

- there's any traffic up there. - It's only an hour.

- Only? - Yeah.

If I'm an hour late for Kelly and the social find out...

What? World's gonna end?

(scoffs)

You really don't get it, do you?

- I just think you're overreacting. - Because you don't have a kid.

- You don't understand family. - (chuckles) That's not fair.

I... I think it is.

I mean, who are you? Why'd you even bring me out here?

Can you cut it out?

You could've done the job on your own.

You could've put the gear in your own bag.

Isn't that what you normally do, Bois?

I've been looking for a partner since Albie left...

- (scoffs) - ...and I want us to work together.

So this whole thing was just a test?

Seeing if I'd obey your little rules? Steal to order?

Have the bottle to go through customs?

- Calm down. - Oh, I'm really fucking calm.

I've got my cash, counted it. Thanks for the tip.

I'm gonna go and get my daughter.

Joan.

(tense music playing)

Excuse me. I need to get off. I need to call my sister.

My daughter's waiting for me. I mean, she's only six.

I'm sorry. It's not possible.

(pilot) Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain again.

We will shortly be starting our descent into London.

I do apologise, once again, for our late departure.

We should have you on the ground 90 minutes later than scheduled.

Flight crew, please prepare the cabin for landing.

(melancholic music playing)

(pants)

(Nancy) Thank you. Ah, it's melting already!

- (Joan) My baby! - (Kelly) Mummy!

(Joan groans, sobs)

Thank you.

Oh god, sweetheart. Let me see. Come on.

(gasps) You are growing up way too fast, missy!

Look at your hair! Beautiful.

- You having fun? - (Kelly) Yeah.

Gimme a cuddle. (sighs)

- (Mrs May) How was it? - Oh, it was great.

Can't wait to get her back. Sorry if I was a bit late.

(indistinct office chatter)

Kelly's doing really well, Joan. She's missing you, of course,

but she's forming a healthy relationship

with the Ashburys.

And they've enrolled her in a fantastic school.

Just until you're ready for her.

I... I'm ready. I'm ready now.

We need to make sure that you're on an even keel,

- properly settled. - But I... I am settled.

I'm... I'm working in the jewellers.

I'm living with my sister.

We tried calling you yesterday.

Nancy said you'd moved out.

Have the two of you fallen out?

No, no. I... I, er...

Nancy suggested we try your place of work.

I had to leave. The boss was a perv.

- Have you got another job? - Yeah, of course I have.

- (Mrs May) Doing what? - What is this?

Twenty fucking questions?

Sorry. I'm sorry. I just...

(hesitates) I'm ready for Kelly.

I'm all set. If you don't believe me,

look, I've got the deposit for a flat right here.

Look.

See, look at that.

We ran some other checks.

The police told us you stole a car.

But I had no choice.

I... I was so desperate to see Kel and...

and I've got a suspense... Look, please just gimme a chance.

Our only concern is for Kelly's welfare.

(breathes deeply)

And where she is right now, she has security.

Yeah. Posh school and ponies.

It's true that the Ashbury's have a regular source of income.

But they also offer Kelly a stable, loving home.

And... until you can provide that...

I'm afraid we think that she's better off where she is.

And we've obtained a court order

formally placing Kelly in our care.

(melancholic music playing)

- (breathes shakily) - (Mrs May) It's not forever, Joan.

We'll put a plan in place

and arrange regular meetings to assess your progress.

- And over time... - It'll get harder.

You're making it too hard for me. (gasps)

You just need to prove to us that you're a good, reliable mummy.

(sniffles)

(Mrs May) You've got a lovely colour, Joan.

Have you been away somewhere?

It's fake. It's all fucking fake.

(melancholic music continues)

(traffic whooshing)

Vodka and orange, please.

Sure.

(indistinct chatter)

MUSIC: "Kayleigh" by Marillion.

- Keep the change. - Thanks.

♪ I never meant to break Your heart

♪ So sorry

♪ I never meant to break your heart

♪ But you broke mine

(sighs)

♪ Kayleigh, is it too late To say I'm sorry?

♪ And, Kayleigh Could we get it together again?

♪ I just can't go on pretending

♪ That it came to a natural end

♪ Kayleigh, oh I never thought I'd miss you

♪ And, Kayleigh, I thought That we'd always be friends... ♪

Thanks for bringing my stuff.

Well, I'd buy you a drink, but it looks like you're sorted.

How was Kelly?

Yeah, yeah, she's good.

But I, er... can't get her back just for a bit.

Prove myself to the social.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yeah, me too.

So are you looking for somewhere to stay?

Come on.

Come on.

Come back with me.

You still want that?

- (traffic droning) - (horn honking)

If I'm gonna get Kelly back, I need money.

- Of course you do. - No, I mean, proper money.

I wanna buy a house, six bedrooms, books in all the shelves.

Horse outside.

Fuck it, two horses. I mean, money money.

Know what I mean?

MUSIC: "Glitter Girl" by Harry Escott, Rina Mushonga.

Yeah, I reckon I do.

What we waiting for?

♪ Darling, don't you cry

♪ It's just for a while

♪ Cos you'll never be the girl

♪ If you let them rule

♪ Oh, no, you'll never be the girl

♪ Till you kick those blues

♪ Go

♪ Glitter girl, get your glamour on

♪ Don't let the mirror fall

♪ Don't let them in your soul ♪

(song concludes)