[The Clash's "Should I Stay
or Should I Go"]
♪ ♪
Whoo!
Hola!
♪ Darling, you got
to let me know ♪
♪ Should I stay
or should I go? ♪
♪ If you say
that you are mine ♪
♪ I'll be here
till the end of time ♪
[music continues over radio]
♪ So you got to let me know ♪
[siren wailing distantly]
♪ Should I stay
or should I go? ♪
[volume increases]
♪ It's always tease,
tease, tease ♪
♪ You're happy
when I'm on my knees ♪
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[trigger clicks]
Hello, Don.
♪ Should I stay or should ♪
♪ I go now? ♪
- [laughing]
Could've turned your head
into a meat pie.
[music continues on radio]
Bloody hell, I'm sweating
like a pig up here.
How do you take it?
- You're blocking the sun.
[clicks tongue]
got two of 'em.
They're in
for a big f*cking surprise.
Really appreciate
you doing this, Gal.
Course, Don.
Anything for you.
[metal clanks]
♪ Should I stay
or should I go now? ♪
* Yo me enfrío o lo soplo ♪
[loud crash]
- Oi!
- [laughing]
What you playing at?
Hey!
- Nearly crushed that geezer.
f*ck's sake!
c**t.
Let's go.
Time's a-wasting.
Get on home for the wash
and brushup.
* Me tienes que decir ♪
♪ Should I stay
or should I ♪
Don?
Gal.
- You good, Pete?
- Sure, Gal.
- Larry?
- f*ck yeah, Gal.
Right.
In and out, Aitch.
Don't go anywhere, right?
Gal.
[sighs]
Listen, boys,
go easy, yeah?
Don?
Easy, peasy, squeezy, cheesy.
[funky action music]
[arcade game bleeping]
♪ ♪
[person shrieks]
The f*ck is going on?
You're being robbed,
you c**t.
[grunts]
[people shrieking]
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
[grunts] Ah!
Get the f*ck down!
[glass shattering,
people shrieking]
Lousy ponce!
[people shrieking]
- Enough, enough, enough.
[groaning]
Open sesame.
Chop, chop.
Come on!
I don't know it.
- You're lying.
- Ah!
I'm gonna b*at
the granny out of you.
[games bleeping]
I win!
I'm hot tonight!
Wah!
No robbing the customers!
Don't say a f*cking word!
I swear, I don't know
the combination.
It's--it's not my safe!
- Tell us!
- I don't give two shits
about the owner!
If I knew it, I'd tell you.
Ah!
- Tell us! Tell us!
Okay, okay, okay, enough.
Enough!
He don't know it, all right?
He don't know it.
[panting]
- Bite his fingers off.
- Oh.
Start with his thumbs.
No, no, no!
Let me try it!
[whimpering] Let me try it!
Please!
Go on then.
f*ck.
[groans]
There.
- Move. Out of the way.
There we go.
Good boy.
- [yells weakly]
- You tell your boss
to stop f*cking with my sister.
- I will.
- All right?
Yeah--ah!
Move, move.
Come on.
♪ Summer, Buddy Holly,
the working folly ♪
♪ Good golly, Miss Molly
and boats ♪
♪ Hammersmith Palais,
the Bolshoi Ballet ♪
♪ Jump back in the alley ♪
- How are you?
- I'm good.
I'm Don!
That'll teach
them c**ts to mess
with your sister's
place of business.
- Yeah.
- We showed 'em!
- That's right.
- Old-school!
Smash and grab!
- Whoo!
- Yes!
♪ A little drop of claret,
anything that rocks ♪
♪ Elvis and Scotty,
the days when I ain't spotty ♪
♪ Sitting on a potty,
curing smallpox ♪
♪ Reasons to be cheerful,
part 3 ♪
♪ Why don't you go
back into bed? ♪
♪ Reasons to be cheerful,
part 3 ♪
♪ Why don't you go
back into bed? ♪
♪ Reasons to be cheerful ♪
What a night!
On the big time!
♪ Reasons to be cheerful ♪
- Whoo!
- Yeah!
[overlapping chatter]
- No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, I'm telling you,
I'm telling you,
the whole food industry is
going to change.
The cloning thing is for real.
Yeah.
First frogs, then sheep.
Then they're gonna be able
to manufacture Sunday roasts
by the score, yeah.
[light laughter]
You're gonna be able
to feed an entire continent
filet mignon from a test tube.
[laughter]
- No.
Any of you ladies watch
the show "Catchphrase"?
Oh, it's great.
It's a puzzle show.
Have to put these clues
together, right, Gal?
Not again with "Catchphrase."
Please, I'm begging you.
Last night's final clue was
an horse, a water,
and an arrow.
What do you think that was?
Well, come on, come on.
What do you think?
What do you think?
- I don't know.
What?
- You see? You see?
It's very challenging.
The answer is, "you can lead
an horse to water,
but you can't make him drink."
I got that one, first try.
[mutters] Oh, my God.
Don, you're a genius.
Hey. We're gonna
do some gear in the loo.
Do you wanna come?
- Uh, maybe in a bit, right?
[George Michael's
"Too Funky" playing]
♪ And I'll show you heaven
if you let me ♪
♪ Hey, you're just
too funky for me ♪
♪ I gotta get inside,
I gotta get inside ♪
[music muffled]
♪ I gotta get inside of you ♪
♪ So when will that be? ♪
♪ I watch your fingers
working overtime ♪
♪ ♪
You know who that is?
It's Veronica Ames.
♪ I'd love
to see you naked, baby ♪
Yeah.
♪ ♪
♪ Hey, you're just
too funky for me ♪
♪ I gotta get inside of you ♪
♪ Won't let you go,
I won't let you, no, no ♪
♪ Hey, you're just
too funky for me ♪
Go home and lead
a quiet life.
♪ I gotta get inside
of you ♪
Only if you come with me.
I'll think about it.
♪ I watch you sinking
all of that cheap red wine ♪
♪ I've got
to see you naked, baby ♪
♪ I'd like to think
that sometime maybe tonight ♪
♪ My goal's in sight, yeah ♪
[intense music]
♪ ♪
So how we looking?
I wanna get moving on this.
I'm on it, Ted.
Looking at some boys.
Heard good things.
Not afraid of graft.
Good man, Stan.
Our mark is Sir Stephen Eaton.
He's made millions brokering
illegal backroom deals
with the Chinese.
Been sucking on the tits
of the aristocracy
since he married
the Duchess of Harewood.
I heard
he spunked half a million
from his Chinese windfall
on a muddy little
John Constable painting,
size of a postcard.
Probably keeps it
in his downstairs khazi
to get pissed on and splashed
and forgotten.
Our friend in the sun has got
some more info on him.
You think he'll help?
He'll either help me
or k*ll me.
You never know with him.
f*ck!
Sorry.
♪ ♪
[heartbeat thumping]
My dad said you did
a great job
on that Camden project.
He says there's a lot more work
there if you want.
We could really start saving
for the house.
Yeah, I've just--
I've got some things
going on now, Margie.
But, you know, maybe.
Tell him--tell him, you know,
thanks for thinking of me,
but let's see.
Margie?
Hm?
Everything's gonna work out.
- Do you promise?
- I promise.
Come on, tell me.
[chuckles]
I love you, bubba.
I love you.
Thanks, bubba.
Okay.
Ready?
- Yeah.
- [exhales]
Hello, hello, hello.
[overlapping chatter]
Look who's here.
- Took your time.
- Smells amazing.
- How are you?
All right, Dad.
Nice to see you.
How you doing?
- Doing well.
[indistinct chatter]
There he is.
How you doing?
We would have been sooner,
but you know what Gal's like
with his hair.
Well, she don't like it if
I don't do my hair, you know?
- Let's go and eat.
- Take Nan in, right?
Go in, sit down.
- There you go, Dad.
- Bless you, son.
Bless you, son.
- How you doing? You all right?
Keep some
for yourself there, Gal.
We're fine.
- I've got plenty.
I've got plenty.
- Yeah, all right, go on.
All right, come on.
- Come on.
- Go on and sit down.
Let's go.
Look at them flowers.
Aren't they lovely?
- Yes.
[chatter and laughter]
I take offense to that.
Gal, Gal, did I tell you,
Sara Freeling whacked
Ida Leary's son on the head
with a curtain rod
'cause he stole her post
Wednesday last,
cracked it wide open.
That Ida's a drunk.
Right, I'll talk
to Barney next week,
straighten it out.
- Mm, and Marjorie?
- Mm?
You send your mum my best.
I missed her
at bingo last week.
I don't know where she was.
Oh, and you can tell her
I'm working on this bloke
for you to get a date
for the wedding.
Some grandkids coming my way
before I croak.
- I'm ready.
- Oh, my God.
- Gal?
- Uh, has someone seen...
[laughter]
- Oi.
- [laughs]
Ah, he don't mean it.
You're late.
The whole family's here.
Well, I ate, okay?
f*ck.
Hey, hey, whoa, whoa.
Relax.
Tell her to relax, Gal.
Tell her to leave me
the f*ck alone.
Well, where have you been?
Oh, f*ck off, cow.
Hey, watch your mouth!
Go on, girl.
That's my goddaughter.
[chuckles]
It's that bitch
Trudy she runs with.
She's always dragging her to
those godforsaken wave parties.
It's rave parties,
not wave parties.
Whatever they are--
whatever they are,
she stays in bed
for two days afterwards.
Which one's Trudy?
She the one stole
our coronation bowl?
Oh, pipe down, you berk.
[laughter]
[talk radio playing softly]
You did a right nice job
on that Terris Arcade, boy.
[grunts]
Them f*ckers been grabbing
my punters two, three a week.
Too long,
I had to do something.
Yeah.
I expect there'll be
a reprisal.
But for now,
let 'em eat it.
Oi, clean up six.
It's a f*cking pigsty.
And tell Frank to get his lazy
arse out of the toilet.
- Who's she?
- Never you mind.
She's got a fella.
Plus, I told you,
I don't want
you touching these girls.
- I was just asking.
- Now, listen!
[tense music]
♪ ♪
I told Stan about the job
you boys done for me.
He might have
something for you,
maybe with Teddy Bass.
I'm sure you've been
hearing about him--
- Teddy Bass--
- Let me finish.
♪ ♪
I've been talking about you
for years to him.
It's a big chance,
so you keep schtum,
go and listen
to what Stan has to say.
But Gal don't like
to work with anyone new.
I know. I know, that's
what the f*ck I'm telling you.
Talk to him.
He's your partner.
He ain't your boss.
I know.
I know.
But Gal's, you know--
Gal's all right.
- Oi.
If you forgot, I'll remind you.
I'm the one who's been
looking after your ass
since you've been
pissing the bed twice nightly.
I'm tired.
Now it's your turn
to re... cip... ro... cate.
[coins jangling]
[quiet indistinct chatter]
Cheers.
Thank you.
All right?
both: All right.
Nice place.
So... everything I'm hearing
about you boys is
on the up and up.
Good crew,
never take anything
off the top.
Robinson's Jewelry,
the big electronics bust,
the post office raids.
Very impressive.
- Cheers.
I mentioned to Cecilia that
we're putting together a job.
Big job.
Very big.
- [grunts]
I like that sound of that.
Listen, Stan,
appreciate it and all.
But we've been doing well
on our own.
I understand that, Gal.
Yeah, we've got a good,
tight team.
We pick our jobs.
Already got a couple lined up.
Look, I don't wanna
rock the boat too much.
But not only will this be
life-changing money,
we can, in the process,
take down
some establishment f*ck
who's been feeding
from the public trough
for too long.
[intense music]
We'll lay it out for you.
You ladies are lucky.
Veronica Ames is
sh**ting today.
Please take Gina
over to the chaise.
Pull them knickers down...
- Shh.
If it's not too much trouble.
Please.
Can you hear me?
Rocky to Deedee.
Can you hear me?
♪ ♪
I'll tell you what,
do what you f*cking like!
[production bell rings]
Think he wasted four years
at film school.
[laughter]
Uh--[clears throat]
You got a moment, Dee?
Yeah.
Back in a minute, girls.
What are you doing out there
with Rocky?
You know how I feel
about him.
Ever since he came here,
it's been different, Rick.
People aren't as happy anymore.
They're not gonna tell you
because they're scared,
but they tell me.
Well, I'm working on it.
Why is he even here?
Three months ago, you told me
I'd be directing my own series.
Now you're bringing
guys like this in.
- [chuckles]
- Let me direct the next one.
I've been doing most
of the directing lately.
Yeah.
[chuckles]
Well, if anyone can do it,
darling, it's you.
But it's--it's not that simple.
[laughs drily]
I've been loyal to you, Rick.
I know.
But I get offers
all the time.
I might just have
to consider one of them.
Let me look
into a few things,
talk to the new partners, ey?
[chuckles]
The McGraws?
Yeah.
They're not partners.
They're overlords.
Just give me a week,
and don't do anything rash
in the meantime.
Hey?
[chuckles]
A week is seven days.
[production bell rings]
[sighs]
[shady music]
♪ ♪
I need to see you...
right away.
Talk to me.
[bell dings]
- Look at it this way, Gal.
It's like I'm a shopkeeper
on the Mile End Road,
right, like... Tesco,
and all me shelves
and all me fridges are piled
sky-high with money,
free money.
Come into our store, Gal.
Bring a wheelbarrow.
Help yourself.
Yeah, if only
it were that easy.
Listen to me.
Everyone gets fat together
on this one, very fat,
baby chubby.
After it's done,
we could take a nice holiday,
go to the beaches down south,
go on a real f*cking rager.
I hear he's the real thing,
Teddy Bass.
I know, I know.
I've heard the stories too,
right, but no one's sure
who he really is.
Stan Higgins is
working for him.
You know him.
He don't f*ck about.
No, I know, but look, Don...
- Look, Don?
- It's like this--
- Like what?
- Cut that sh*t out, right?
We don't wanna be getting
in bed with guys like that.
We got our own thing.
We don't need nothing
from these f*ck--
- Here you go, mate.
- Cheers.
Oi.
Where's my milkshake?
Oh, uh--
oh, it's just coming.
- Don.
How long's it take
to put milk
and a bit of ice cream
together?
- Uh--
- Not as long as it takes
to boil a f*cking kettle.
I'm no chemistry expert...
- Don.
- But I know that.
- I'll just check now.
- Cheers, mate.
Cheers.
Thank you.
Don.
It takes, what,
four minutes to boil water?
Four at least--
that's if the stove's hot.
If it's not, it'd take longer,
six, seven minutes, seven.
Well, maybe the water was
already boiling.
Still, why'd
you get yours first?
I'm sitting here dry.
It ain't right.
Where'd he get his training?
Training?
What--come on, Don.
All right.
All right.
I hear ya.
[clicks tongue]
Well, it's not like
I ordered something special,
some exotic flavor like...
cherry or chocolate.
That I could understand,
yeah, sure.
But I'm talking vanilla here.
Vanilla!
What you want?
Right, what's
going on with you?
- What?
- Driving Mum up the wall.
- All right, yeah.
- She's getting at me.
You don't understand, Gal.
Since you've been gone,
she been doing my head in.
Yeah, because
she's worried about you.
All right, that's what mums do.
Well, she thinks
the sun shines
out your arse,
so everything I do is sh*t.
Oh, ain't it?
What the f*ck
are you talking about?
f*ck.
Go back to your boyfriend.
Look, he's missing ya.
You're doing too much
of that gear.
I can see it in your eyes.
You need to screw the f*cking
nut here, Ann Marie.
- Aw, pot, kettle, Gal.
You think you're golden boy
around here.
I'm gonna come looking
for your dealer,
right, and have a proper
f*cking word.
Then what?
Who are you buying from?
- No one.
- Who are you buying from?
- No one.
All right?
Calm down.
f*ck's sake.
It's a bit of E, Gal.
That's all.
- That's all?
- Yes.
Everyone does it.
But I hear ya.
I do.
Bye.
Hey, Gal?
Yeah?
f*ck you.
Nice.
I asked
for one f*cking thing.
For a f*cking milkshake.
Ah, for f*ck's sake.
[slurping]
How is it?
Mm, ain't all that,
if I'm honest with ya.
Look.
[clears throat]
We just need to be
very f*cking careful
when it comes to people
like Teddy Bass, right?
What do I tell Cecelia?
You tell her
we're thinking about it.
All right?
All right.
They're smart not to jump
right at it.
Gal's got a good head on him.
[tense music]
He's pretty too, I hear.
He's the kind of bloke
everyone likes,
wants to be around.
♪ ♪
Yeah, he's special.
What about the other one?
Don?
[chuckles]
He's more of a foot soldier.
He'll do what's necessary.
I don't think
he's all there upstairs.
But my sense,
he's a loyal dog.
Well, like countries
in times of w*r,
we need our lunatics too.
[chuckles]
What day are we looking at?
Next Thursday's
our only opening.
You gotta get these boys, Stan.
Invite them to tag along
on Saturday night.
Should be a gas.
♪ ♪
Have a good trip.
Enjoy Spain.
[intense music]
♪ ♪
Sir Stephen Eaton,
I know him all too well.
I'm sure you're well aware
of his penchant for fine wine,
unusual cars,
young, nubile blondes,
and extremely rare coins.
Gracias.
Here's to it.
He's got homes
all over the place,
mostly to hide
his tens of millions
in jewelry, cash, gold,
which he acquired
from public office.
He has a lot of holdings.
And the McGraws have
guaranteed his safety.
John Major should
tell the Chinese
to stick it up their arses.
All their m*llitary do is march,
for f*ck's sake.
[laughter]
See, what a lot of people
don't understand is,
when Dominic McGraw took over
my operation,
Eaton brought in every
bureaucratic f*ck
and shut me down.
I'd be in prison right now
if I hadn't skipped to Spain.
And McGraw don't want nobody
robbing on that territory,
bringing fresh eyes,
disrupting his boy Freddie's
booming drug trade.
You don't graft
in our neck of the woods.
Freddie, please.
[g*nsh*t rings]
And you've gotta watch out
for that lippy little bastard.
He's a total degenerate.
♪ ♪
So what you need to do
as you make your play
is send the McGraws
a little message.
Hm.
Put 'em on their heels.
Nice. Nice.
That's it.
Hold her tight.
[bedsprings squeaking]
Don't let her move.
It's going great.
Nice.
- f*ck this.
- This is fantastic.
Stop. Stop.
Are you f*cking blind?
She doesn't like it.
What is your problem?
It looks amazing.
Mandy, are you okay?
Dee!
Let them work.
[production bell rings]
We need to talk.
And he tells me this morning
they want me
to finish my contract.
No, no, no, no.
He said the new partners insist
I fulfill my contract--
no changes, no directing.
And they've said if I leave,
I can't even use my name
for marketing or anything.
They own the name
Veronica Ames,
my f*cking name.
Can you believe this sh*t?
What? What's wrong?
Well, didn't you tell 'em
any of the ideas I had
for the series?
Well, I--
They didn't wanna hear
anything.
Anyway, I didn't have
a chance to talk about--
They're good ideas.
Have you been listening
to anything I've been saying?
Yeah, but are you listening
to me?
'Cause I don't wanna be
a f*cking roadie my whole life.
[siren wails distantly]
♪ Reach out
and touch faith ♪
[Depeche Mode's
"Personal Jesus"]
[whistles and laughter]
♪ ♪
f*cking watch yourself
around here, fellas.
Some of the boys are prettier
than the birds.
Except you, Gal,
you're the prettiest,
especially in your
first communion outfit.
f*ck you, I'm gorgeous.
[indistinct chatter]
Bloody hell, that ponce ain't
wearing any trousers.
Let's go and get a drink.
Let's get f*cked.
Gal.
Good to see you.
- All right, Stan.
Come with me.
- Here.
- Yeah.
Tell your friend Larry
he better behave himself.
Yeah. Sorry, Gal.
- Have a seat.
- Thanks.
Get a drink.
Have a great night.
- Thank you.
- Thanks, Stan.
Thanks.
- Cheers.
Good evening, gentlemen.
Teddy Bass.
Sit, please.
[people hollering]
Do you boys know who that is?
Yeah.
That's Freddie McGraw.
Coming up
in the world, I hear.
If peddling junk's
the way up.
[chuckles]
It's a nice party.
Great house.
I can help you get
a palace like this.
Working for me...
♪ ♪
It's a life of comfort
and luxury.
It's a life worth living.
Or maybe you'll be happy
with your 320 quid a week
and your soppy polyester
camp uniform,
wearing a hard hat
until you're 40
like your little Margie's
dad's got planned out for you.
Or cleaning up spit
from ashtrays,
collecting penny debts
from broken-toothed old men
in Cecilia's khazi arcade.
Let's face it, boys.
A faint heart never won
f*ck all.
[loud chatter and music]
This is what we want, Gal,
the f*cking big time.
We're gonna be
Fernando Rey in the tube
giving Gene Hackman the finger.
[laughing]
What we always wanted.
Yeah, I know. I know.
Relax.
- Yeah.
Right? Relax.
- What do you think, Aitch...
- Huh?
About this whole thing?
Well, well, the question is,
yes, there's big money at play.
Can you get your money and get
out before it's too late?
'Cause if you don't,
suddenly your retirement home
is Pentonville.
- Stop talking that ponce sh*t.
- Oi!
- Hey!
- Or I'll break your skull
with a hammer.
- Easy.
Lanky hunk of piss...
Don.
Easy.
No, I'm joking.
It's all right.
I like you, Aitch.
You're likable.
Cheers, Don.
He can be a real c**t
sometimes.
Yeah, Don is Don.
What are you gonna do?
So you made your decision?
What decision would that be,
blue eyes?
Whether she's coming with me
to live a quiet life.
That was a long way
over here.
You're gonna be
disappointed.
It's already been
worth the walk.
Well, then...
I'm still thinking about it.
It started as a lark,
a bunch of us having some fun.
But then my dad found out
and everything changed.
Still don't know how.
Next thing I knew,
I was a pariah.
Nothing was even out yet,
but, well, at that point,
I just dove right in,
realized I'm good at it,
and now I sort of have
the power to do things my way.
Well, good for you.
I think for too long I've
been marking time, you know,
coasting.
And I know there's more
to life.
And I want more,
a lot more.
Well, it seems to me,
if you're the big name,
you should get
everything you want,
and more importantly, deserve.
I mean, yeah, I guess.
My company doesn't
necessarily agree.
Aren't you the star?
My name's on the box.
Well,
sounds pretty starry to me.
Where the f*ck
did you come from?
♪ I've been thinking
about you ♪
♪ I've been thinking
about you ♪
♪ I've been thinking
about you ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, I've been
thinking about you ♪
♪ Got you on my mind ♪
♪ I've been thinking
about you ♪
[music fades]
She's 19
and she's mad at the world
for no real reason.
Sounds like me at that age.
Honestly,
looking after her's becoming
a full-time job, but,
I mean, she's a good kid.
So what's your real
full-time job then?
Me?
I'm a thief.
[soft music]
Please don't tell me you're
trying to steal my heart.
[chuckles]
What?
I'd never talk like that.
I'm serious.
I take things from people.
♪ ♪
You any good?
Yes.
You always this honest?
Almost never.
But I never wanna lie to you.
So tell me then,
where's your girlfriend
tonight?
Fiancée.
Fiancée.
She's out with her friends,
probably half pissed
down the local.
I'm curious.
What makes someone wanna
become a thief?
[chuckles]
It's okay.
You don't have to tell me.
No, no, no, no.
It's just--
I don't know.
You're the first person to ever
actually ask me that question.
I suppose... it was
when I was about eight or nine
and the queen came to visit.
The actual f*cking queen came
on our housing estate.
And we had this bit
where we played football.
It was just
a bit of wasteland.
And I remember
they did it all up, you know?
Did all--
got all new grass down,
painted everything, and it
just looked amazing, you know?
You--you just felt like...
you know, this is
how you should be living.
This is how it should be,
you know?
But soon as she was gone,
they ripped it all out.
They took their f*cking,
like, props and went.
Left it more of a sh*thole
than it was before somehow.
Couldn't even play football.
And I knew right then,
right in that moment,
that the straight life
wasn't for me.
It's like, they can do
whatever the f*ck they like,
but us--us, we have to play
by the rules.
I'm sure my dad struggling
all his life hasn't helped,
but...
I just can't--I can't get
that image out of my head,
you know,
the way they just left us.
So what are you trying to do,
become like one of the Kray
brothers or something?
Yeah, something like that.
Not as crazy as Ronnie though.
[laughter]
I know, I just--
try not to wind up in
Wormwood Scrubs along the way.
How about you?
- Me?
- Mm.
[sighs]
I'd like to go
somewhere far away.
Yeah, that'd be nice.
Sunny, live a full life,
do some dancing,
not wind up like my parents,
not even close.
So you dance?
Used to do a lot more.
Toured for a bit,
but now I only pirouette
in the confines of Soho Square.
I bet you're good.
[engine rumbling]
Can I ask you a favor?
- What's that?
- Can you leave right now?
- Why?
- Please.
I just really need you to go.
Right, okay, okay.
Please, I need you
to leave now.
Okay?
- Okay, can I see you again?
Please.
[loud crash]
Just go.
- Okay.
[whispers] Please.
[barely audible] Okay.
♪ ♪
[groans softly]
[banging on door]
Better be the bloody SAS.
[stammers indistinctly]
Come in.
I need an alibi.
I was with her all night.
[scoffs] I hope
she taught you a trick or two.
No, no, no, no,
nothing like that.
Not even a kiss.
We just talked for hours.
Huh.
No, the conversation
just flowed.
If it weren't for
her c**t boyfriend,
we'd still be talking.
At least I think it was
her boyfriend or husband.
I don't know.
It was someone.
Honestly,
she has got these eyes,
these...
beautiful, brown,
dancing eyes.
Blimey.
You really are in a tumble.
Christ, my three-times-a-week
churchgoing mother
would die of a heart att*ck.
- [chuckles]
[door closes]
- All right.
- All right. Morning.
[door opens and closes]
[chuckles]
So what about Marjorie?
Oh, f*ck.
But I mean, we've--
you know, we've been on
and off for years, you know?
I just think there's
a reason for that, right?
Or I'm just going mental maybe.
That you are, my friend.
That you are.
Marjorie's dad's
got the business.
She's gorgeous.
What more do you want?
More, Aitch.
[heart pounding]
A lot more.
I'd like to go
somewhere far away.
[phone ringing]
- Hello?
- It's me.
- Hello, Gal.
- Don. I'm in.
[dramatic rock music]
- Yes.
Yes.
Yes!
We're after an extremely rare
and valuable coin
traveling in an armored van
on that one day only.
We're going to need
a few other boys
for this job who are strong.
Positive attitude's
very important, essential.
I want only charmed boys
who follow the rules.
♪ ♪
Now let us tell you
what we want.
♪ ♪
Please.
We want to be partners
in this, all the way.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
♪ ♪
All right. Well,
let me lay it out for you boys.
♪ ♪
This van only takes these runs
once monthly.
It's a moving target,
broad daylight,
and an a*t*matic alert
to the filth,
which gives you
a five-minute window.
But there's a way.
That's always a f*cking way.
♪ ♪
[horn honking]
♪ ♪
[engine revving away]
♪ ♪
[indistinct screaming]
♪ ♪
[onlookers shouting]
♪ ♪
[electronic beep]
You take the blue box
with the coin in number 403.
Nothing else.
♪ ♪
- Go for it! Go, go!
- Go, go, go, go.
No!
Get the f*ck down, all of ya!
♪ ♪
Is that it? Is that it?
Is that it?
Yes!
Go, go!
[tires squealing]
♪ ♪
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
[engine revving]
♪ ♪
- Whoo!
- Aitch, you son of a bitch.
Gal, you are a f*cking animal.
[tires screech]
Who the f*ck's that?
What you staring at, you c**t?
[g*nsh*t]
[Larry laughs]
Bet he wishes
he were still in Mozambique.
[laughs]
[dogs barking]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[dogs still barking]
♪ ♪
f*ck!
♪ ♪
I'm well impressed, boys.
You pulled it off.
Yeah, Ted laid it out
real nice.
Well this coin is
just the first piece
of a very big puzzle.
If you think that plan
was brilliant,
you ain't going to believe
what Ted's got coming.
We're going to bleed this f*ck
one piece at a time,
turn his world upside down.
Ted's got it all
planned out up here.
One thing.
Ted and I are both wondering
how you're going
to be addressing
your witness problem.
♪ ♪
The security guard
is a liability.
It's gotta be fixed.
Can't have any loose ends.
And Gal...
please be here
to take care of it.
Okay?
How the f*ck does he know?
Don't wanna look like
a bunch of c**ts to Stan,
to Teddy.
The security guard guy's
not going through the filth.
No way.
- Why take the chance?
[Don sighs]
You can a real cruel c**t
sometimes, H.
No, no. That's not me.
That's the world.
[Don sighs]
This is what you get
when you move up the ladder.
f*cking throw the c**t
in the Thames.
It's all your fault,
you miserable skiver.
I'm gonna f*cking k*ll you.
- Easy, Don.
You brought this c**t in.
You should be doing this,
not Gal.
I'm sorry, Gal.
You say sorry
one more f*cking time, Larry,
I'm going to get a Kn*fe,
stick it right
in your f*cking face.
This shouldn't
only be on you, Gal.
I'll f*cking take care of it.
♪ ♪
[rattle rattles]
[heart pounding]
♪ ♪
[Gal breathing deeply]
- Hi.
- Mm.
- Sweet dreams?
- Mm.
Don't remember.
[chuckles softly]
[Marjorie sighs]
Do you ever think about
getting away from here?
What are you talking about?
Dunno,
just go somewhere far away.
[chuckles softly]
Why would we ever do that?
I don't know, just wondering.
Just wondering.
We've got everything here.
This is where our friends are.
Our kids will go
to school here.
Isn't that what you want?
[Gal chuckles]
[Marjorie chuckles]
What's wrong?
- Nothing.
[Gal chuckles]
So where are you going
to live after the wedding?
I don't know, maybe Leighton.
Although I don't know
if that's far enough away
for Gal these days.
What?
She's just kidding.
[chuckles]
I don't get it.
Oh, neither do I.
[Marjorie chuckles]
[indistinct chatter on TV]
[indistinct chatter]
Move.
Come on.
I have to get out of there.
Started the wedding talk again.
[Bert chuckles]
Marjorie's a good girl.
Here.
Jeez.
Do you like working
at the stadium?
Course.
Can't imagine
doing nothing else.
I've been there
almost 35 years.
Hey, listen,
do me a favor, son.
Can you spare a few extra quid
this week?
Me and Willy Christ
had a little mishap
in the darts tournament over
the Eagle Saturday last week.
This close to a nine-darter.
[chuckles]
Of course.
This do you?
- Oh, mate, you're a lifesaver.
Nice one.
Well, listen, son.
Don't tell your mother, okay?
Of course not.
[Bert pats Gals' leg]
- Good lad.
All right, off to work.
He's from India or Pakistan
or some other place
over that way.
But Stan knows.
Don't know how, but he does.
Grow the f*ck up
and act your age.
Of course he knows,
f*cking pillock.
Listen.
You're close now,
closer than you've ever been.
Closer than
I ever thought you'd be.
I didn't walk through
the f*cking fires of hell
bringing you up
to be undermined
by some immigrant do-gooder.
Mm.
Shouldn't be a problem.
[slot machine
plays descending chord]
You f*ck this up,
you don't get another chance.
If Gal won't do it, you do it.
How much more
do I have to do for you?
f*cking Doctor White honking
jamrag f*cking spunk bubble?
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Oh, f*ck, f*ck.
♪ ♪
Don, don't do it!
- Stay out of the way, Gal.
- I'm serious!
I'm not letting this c**t
f*ck up our plans.
If you're not going to do it,
I will.
♪ ♪
Are you nuts,
pointing that g*n at me?
You've got to listen.
♪ ♪
Are you going to sh**t me,
Gal?
If I have to...
I will.
I'll--
I'm not lying to Ted.
I'm not.
No, no, no!
You're going to
have to sh**t me.
♪ ♪
We're not murderers, Don.
♪ ♪
If Gal won't do it.
You do it.
- No, wait, no! No, no!
- Outta the f*cking way, Gal!
- You f*cking stay there!
- Get out of the way!
- Listen, he's gonna disappear.
- What the f*ck are you doing?
He's gonna disappear.
He's gonna get outta town.
- No! No! No! No! No!
- You hear me?
You take this money.
You take this money
and you run.
- Gal!
- f*cking run! Run!
No! No! No!
♪ ♪
What have you done?
What the f*ck have you done?
[droning tense music]
Saved your f*cking life.
[tense music fades]
[Frank Sinatra's
"Strangers In The Night"]
♪ ♪
♪ Strangers in the night
exchanging glances ♪
♪ Wondering in the night
what were the chances ♪
♪ We'd be sharing love
before the night is through ♪
[laughter and chatter]
That's a cr*cker!
[laughter]
You've had enough, mate.
♪ Something in your eyes
was so inviting ♪
The food
you're getting served tonight
is like nothing you've
ever tasted in your lives.
Cheers, mate.
We've had stuff specially
flown in for you boys.
Aitch, liven up.
They'll think
you're wearing a wire.
[laughter]
Have some more champagne.
What's this then?
Gentlemen.
We're all c**ts.
[laughter]
It looks like
we're off and running.
Job like this...
going to bring the entire
kingdom to our doorstep.
But the payoff, gents,
is gonna have you
farting through silk
for a good, long time.
♪ Love was
just a glance away ♪
♪ A warm embracing
dance away ♪
f*ck, f*ck!
Have you sorted out
your problem, Gal?
Our problem?
[blood trickling softly]
Yes, Ted.
Everything's taken care of.
Okay.
Let's have some fun tonight.
[suspenseful dramatic music]
♪ ♪
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It traces the relationship between best friends and thieves Gal Dove and Don Logan, who together become involved in London's criminal world during the 1990s.
It traces the relationship between best friends and thieves Gal Dove and Don Logan, who together become involved in London's criminal world during the 1990s.