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And it pricks like thorn.
If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
Prick love for pricking
and you beat love down.
"Romeo and Juliet," act one, scene four.
My nephew painted something like this in primary school.
It's a Picasso.
That's got to be worth something, right?
No, too easy to trace.
She's got eyes like the bluest skies.
And if she thought of rain,
I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain.
Guns N' Roses, "Sweet Child O' Mine,"
verse two.
Thought you were a Spice Girls fan.
- Occasionally. - Yeah.
'Ere, it looks a little like my mate.
Same round face.
You know, the fat geezer with the beer gut.
You know who I'm talking about. He drinks all those pints.
Trick or treat.
Great costume, Mr. Farrington.
Did you know it's Halloween?
There you go, Lone Ranger.
One for you, Tonto.
And one for you, Pirate Jack.
Enjoy. Well, off you go.
- I love Halloween. - I got a car.
Only time you can walk around with a gun and a mask on.
Where's Reggie? He's still in there!
Drive, will you, man? Reggie's dead.
Reggie's... he's dead.
House is a waste of time.
All these pretty houses and nothing to show for it.
My mom was right.
I should have moved to America and become a gangster rapper.
At least I could still carry a gun.
We haven't found a shekel.
And look at it, it's starting to rain.
You fancy a holiday?
What are you going on about?
Do you mean like a proper holiday?
I mean a paid holiday.
I have a plan.
So who's the lucky geezer?
The name's C-Note.
Miles Davis wannabe and a petty thief from the West End.
He thought he'd hit it big
when he got wind of a warehouse down at the docks
used as a money drop by a Turkish arms dealer called Shank.
Yeah, the Dockland City raid, right?
Every two-bit hood worth his salt knows about that job.
I heard he nicked a million quid,
killed his partner and then fucked off to America with all the cash.
- Must be... - 10 years, mate.
And now he owes half of LA.
At least the seedier half.
He started with the Silhouette, a low-rent strip club in the Valley.
And now he's gone Hollywood...
trendy bar with a penthouse,
overpriced sushi joint in Little Tokyo,
massage parlor.
So it's true.
He made it to the promised land.
Come on, Peaches. I told you not tonight.
This is a charity event.
That was a charity. Did you see that guy?
Shaken, not stirred.
I'm on the list, but you should watch that one.
Sir, do you mind if I check you for weapons?
What about him?
They're twins.
You can pick them up on your way out.
You're gonna leave a brother naked?
Enjoy the party.
Didn't I tell you to leave them in the car?
It was cold.
What a body!
You see that? Fucking hell.
- Hey, babe. - Hi.
- What you having? - The usual.
I'll have a brandy and coke
- and I'll have a Ketel One, please. - You got it.
My mom was right. Crime does pay.
He thinks this place makes him look legit.
He thinks running charity events and rubbing shoulders with celebrities
will buy his way through the pearly gates.
Well, he's got enough shekels to pay St. Peter to look the other way
while he sneaks in the back, that's for sure.
It's the devil he'll be paying when I'm done with him.
Our guest of honor.
Thank you, thank you.
Wait a minute. That's Clarence Norrington.
Clarence Norrington is C-Note?
You're kidding me.
He was the best saxman in London.
I heard him down at the One Hundred Club once
hold a single note for 10 minutes straight without taking a break.
I'm telling you, Clarence Norrington was...
Oh, hi.
Remind me again why I'm here.
Because you need a zoning permit for the new club.
Councilman.
It's a great night, Clarence.
Well, you know, we do what we can in the name of a good cause.
Did you think you'd still be doing this?
This... this...
Best laid plans of mice and men, huh?
Yeah. Never gave it much thought.
And especially after that thing with Hoffa, you know?
- I'm lucky to be anywhere. - You knew Jimmy Hoffa?
Nah.
You might know where he is, though, right?
The game you think you're playing
I already know
I made it up myself so show some shame
And let me go 'cause
I turn you upside down
I turn you inside out
You don't know me, baby
You don't know what I'm about
I turn you upside down
I turn you inside out...
She can still work that stage.
Maybe she wants her old job back.
How many times we been doing this shit?
We've been doing this kind of shit loads of times,
and not once has it ever gone according to plan.
- What? - You know what that is?
- What what it? - All this.
Planning everything down to the last second.
"What if this happens? What if that happens?" It's avoidance.
Oh, is that your professional opinion, Dr. Freud?
Or did you just pull that one out of your ass?
You know what you're trying to avoid?
Any responsibility whatsoever.
If anything goes wrong, you can always blame me.
All right.
- Call it. - I ain't calling shit.
I told you,
I don't base my decisions on a fucking coin toss.
Oh, I forget. You don't believe in fate, in luck.
Well, you're lucky that I've got enough luck for the both of us.
And I'd rather be lucky than prepared any day of the week. Any day.
Well, then you're lucky I'm so prepared.
You finished with that egg?
Cherry's got one regular customer
and every single night he falls asleep on that stage.
Bad for business.
The old man's 90 years old
and still leaves every night with a boner.
Cherry must be doing something right.
You okay, baby?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.
Hey.
- Don't do that. - Do what?
That was on tails and that is bad luck.
Hey, how are you?
You know why we really do these things, don't you?
Let me put my wife to bed
and I'll be right back.
And...
send that up to my room.
- Thank you. - No problem.
Oh, the variance? The variance is looking really good.
I do not want that prick
in my hotel ever again.
And give Tina $500. Tell her to take the rest of the night off, please.
Yeah, I'll take care of it.
Wall. Wall! I said relax.
Go and have a drink.
Hey, Tina, can I see you upstairs?
Yeah, I'll be right up.
- Nurse. - Yes sir?
Thou art more fairer than tongue can name thee.
And thou art fouler than the heart can think thee.
- Ah, you like Shakespeare. - Not really.
- What about my drink? - You're at the bar.
Listen, really good to see you.
I won't be long.
Step back.
I told you this was a charity event, right?
And I had to bring my wife.
What was I supposed to do, tell everyone she's at home with the kids
and I'd like to introduce them to my fucking mistress? Oy.
It's just one night, darling.
Could you not stay with a friend?
- Just for me? - I live here.
And it's my fucking penthouse.
Please, just for tonight,
stay upstairs.
- It's Sydney's birthday and we were... - Just keep it upstairs.
Fine. You're not invited.
Okay.
I will try and get away later.
You owe me for this.
Oh, I don't doubt it.
I'll try and get away later.
Try hard.
Little problem in the kitchen.
Hey, Mr. Miller. How you been?
Good, man. Hey, so I'm putting the band back together.
You still playing?
Now where did you hear about that?
I saw you at Ronnie's a couple of times.
- Ronnie Scott's? - Yeah.
I've been across the pond a couple times.
- You don't play no more? - No, man.
I haven't touched it for 10 years.
- It's like riding a bike. - Is it?
You ought to pick it up. Keep you sane.
Do not put it in with the rest of my money.
- You wanna check the books? - Yeah.
Chilli. Darling, do us a favor...
go and tell Wall it's time to bring the car around, please.
Please.
To the best jazz club in London...
the Silhouette.
- Sweet as. - Yeah.
- Daddy. - Oy.
- Daddy, can we play? - Come sit right here.
- Can we play? - We'll keep it for later.
There.
Got it all planned to the last second.
- I believe you have. - Are you the cowboy?
Yeah, Tonto.
Salute.
What time you got?
It's three minutes after 3:00.
I can see the fucking clock.
I'm asking, what time do you have?
It's 3:03 on the dot.
Look at that. This cost me $30,000
and I've got to ask someone with, what,
a 20-buck fucking Casio what time it is.
I thought that was a gift.
She buys me a watch, right,
that ends up costing me $30,000
and it's not even right twice a fucking day.
And it looks like a... like a Christmas ornament.
Now tell me, is that a gift or is that fucking extortion?
Really?
If I don't reset this piece of shit every day,
I am living in the fucking past.
It's cutting it close.
Yeah.
He's very late.
You do me a favor?
Don't tell him I came by.
Lot of agents come here.
Yep. For eggs and dope.
Not to see your little skinny ass.
- Ha! You got jokes, huh? - Yeah.
Shit.
Must be one of your patients, Mikie.
Doctor's in. What you need?
Listen, I told you,
I don't speak Mexican, motherfucker.
Where the fuck are you?
I don't do business there anymore.
Look look look. I'll have your money tomorrow.
All of it.
I just need the shit!
All right, okay. You keep on borrowing from Peter to pay Paul
and that shit's gonna catch up to you in a permanent way.
I didn't lie. I'm square, I swear.
Yeah, not for me.
Ooh, hold on.
- This ain't nothing, mate. - Really?
- You know my cousin down at the docks? - Uh-huh.
Well, he was telling me about this warehouse.
Hold on.
Oh no.
Anton.
Take Marley and get him some ice cream.
I told you... when the time's right.
Now go on.
It's just my kid brother.
He's cool.
But what's coming in that warehouse,
that's gonna buy us the whole fucking club.
I've got it all worked out.
So the man lives up to the myth.
He's done all right for himself, hasn't he?
Well, I'm sure he's got enough dough to spare
for a couple of his fellow countrymen. So how do we do it?
First, we need some information.
And that's gonna cost. We need some startup cash.
That's easy enough. Pimp or pusher?
Tails. You lose.
Get the shit.
You're such a pussy, you know that?
- That's it. - Oh, no no no.
Damn it. Come on.
- No no no no. - Oh shit.
- Oh! Fuck! - Whoo-hoo!
Breakfast of champions!
You're such a fucking loser.
This is bullshit.
You good?
What are you doing? If you're finished with the tea and cookies,
maybe we can get the fuck out of here before the pigs show up.
You make these?
Martha Stewart was my cellmate.
I can bake, knit a sweater.
There's ice cream in the fridge if you're still hungry.
Ah! Fuck, man!
You take the girl out for a cheeseburger.
Fuck!
And chips.
Man, what the fuck are you dealing with?
Them skinny-ass cunts ain't got two balls between them.
Man, you need to relax.
What's he gonna do, stab me with a bent spoon?
Get out of the way, you idiot.
Don't even breathe.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
You know we're gonna have to get rid of this car now.
Who puts a sawed-off shotgun in the freezer?
Should probably get a hybrid. Start working locally.
Well, at least we got some shekels, right?
Salvadore Falso.
He sits there with that black case
like he's waiting outside the principal's office
every last Thursday of the month.
He says he was a big shot accountant or something.
Works for C-Note now.
Says he can get me fired, but you know what?
I don't think C-Note likes him very much.
I've seen him a couple of times in the club.
He comes in all coked up, all sweaty.
Just like all the rest of them.
But it's me that's making him sweat.
What's in the case?
$200,000.
$200,000?
Why don't we hit the club?
C-Note's a surveillance freak.
He's got the Silhouette locked up tighter than the queen's ass.
And even if we could get in, we'd have to get past C-Note's man Terrence.
- Terrence? - Terrence Delano Giancana.
He's the guy that counts all the money.
- Not Giancana the mobster? - Nah, he's a distant cousin.
The geezer that was just on the History Channel?
He retired from the family business years ago.
Now he likes to see himself more
of a motivational speaker.
He never really has that much to say.
Likes to let his Louisville Slugger do most of the talking.
Louisville, like Kentucky?
Like the bat.
- Fucking hell. - Old school.
So why don't we hit the Mexican between the club and the drop?
No, he's Italian.
And even he has to wait until he gets the call.
Last Thursday of every month.
LAPD's always watching, trying to follow the money.
But it's like a game of cat and mouse.
They always lose.
Well, we ain't LAPD, dread. We're Starsky and Hutch.
And he's not alone.
Wall picks him up from the club.
Man, what is that?
Is that a fucking tick or something?
Wall never leaves the money.
And this guy takes loyalty to another level.
So it's just the Mexican and one guy?
I mean, how tough can this Wall character be?
Yeah, how tough?
It was his twin brother. Old Testament.
Blood may be thicker than water, but bad's to the bone.
- I'll get it. I swear. - Whatever.
Listen, you just remember, bitch,
I'm Paul.
Oh shit.
You understand that? Comprende?
- Man. - You need to get a job.
All right, well, you need to get a car.
I can't be driving my sister around.
- Huh-uh. That doesn't look... - Look what?
- Cool? - Oh, damn.
- Take the shit. - I'm not carrying your shit.
- Sydney, take it. - I'm not touching it.
- I quit. - You quit?
- I quit. - That's some bullshit, Sydney.
- I did, for real. - Here.
- What the fuck is that? - What the fuck does it look like?
Look, take this and put the shit in your drawers.
- No. - Sydney.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I'm not carrying your shit, Mikie.
Okay, maybe I'll just tell Mama that you're my best customer.
No way.
Look, they can't touch you. They have to call a lady cop.
Just take the shit and put it in your drawers.
I'm not wearing any underwear.
- You ain't wearing no drawers? - No, I'm not wearing drawers.
Think he's stupid enough to still be doing business out here?
Do something with it.
Yeah, he's stupid enough.
Fuck. Sydney, come on.
I swear to God, you owe me.
You owe me big time.
Detective Beller.
- Step out of the car. - Hey, I'm just dropping my sister off.
She's meeting with an agent.
Both of you step out of the car.
I'm gonna fucking kill you.
Put your hands on the hood please, miss.
- She's meeting with an agent. - Uh-huh.
Hey, man, that's my sister.
Your sister, Mikie, huh?
Mikie? They know you by name, Mikie?
I didn't know you had a sister, Mikie.
- But there is a resemblance. - Hey, don't even think about it.
- Shut up, Mikie! - You shut up!
- What you gonna do?
I swear to God, they better take you into protective custody.
When Mama finds out, she's gonna beat you to death.
Find out about what? I didn't do nothing.
You never do anything, Mikie.
Not little Mikie. You never do anything.
That's right, motherfucker.
No, motherfucker.
Shoot me.
You got at least that waiting to be picked up from the Silhouette.
Your man should be there about now.
Someone's been telling you stories.
But 200 grand...
- You got half an hour. - Half an hour?
I'll tell you what... let me send you a check.
Give us your address. I'll make sure you get it.
It's the last Thursday of the month.
The money,
have it brought here.
Who the fuck are you?
Make the call.
Or you and your skanky girl
won't live to see tonight.
What the fuck do I have to do with this?
So you think I'm gonna work hard for my money
and then I'm gonna hand it over to you fucking wankers?
I'll decorate this place with your face, you little cunt.
You think I'm fucking around, do you?
I think you look like Oprah Winfrey in a ski mask so shut up.
Say something else about Oprah. I dare you. I fucking dare you!
All right, all right, all right. Easy, man, easy. Easy!
Don't fuck with Oprah.
Look, man.
This doesn't have to get messy.
You say you work hard for your money. You can make more.
Nah. Thing is,
this kind of thing always gets messy, mate.
- You no have appointment. - See?
I've got my fucking appointment right here.
You're fucking kidding me, aren't you?
It's all right. I got this.
Mama-san...
we're not here for you.
Now sit the fuck down.
And you over there.
Huh-uh.
- Uh! - Just do it.
I know you.
I mean, I know you're a North London nigga,
but who pointed you at me?
Who sent you here to fuck with me?
What did they tell you, eh?
That you can make a little name for yourself,
come over here and make it big stateside?
So you cowboyed up with your mate Tonto here
and you thought you'd give it a fucking go?
Let me tell you a little secret.
Every fucker thinks they're John Wayne out here.
What did he tell you, big fella?
Life is but a stage...
and we are merely players.
If Shakespeare had it right,
then time is the hall where we wait...
going over every line, counting our entrances
and our exits, until the lights dim
and the murmur of the crowd fades
telling us it's our moment in the spotlight.
Wait.
Is this what you had in mind?
Is it?
With sweaty palms and nervous feet,
we take the stage.
Anton, come on. It's bloody cold.
Shh.
What always stands in the way of what we want?
- Her husband? - No, a door.
And every door has a lock.
You just have to find the right...
- key.
Garden was full of keys.
The alarm.
I guess they forgot to pay the bill.
Oy, tippy-toe. Tippy-toe.
Alas, poor Yorick.
I knew him well.
Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio.
A man of infinite jest. You knew him well.
- Bollocks. - Tyrone, be quiet.
Go check the bedroom.
Too heavy.
Nothing in the bedroom but linens and lint.
Life but a walking shadow.
Too old.
A poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more.
Too ugly.
A tale told by an idiot.
"Macbeth,"
scene five, act five. Come on.
It's like Harry fucking Potter in here.
It's the third house tonight and nothing worth stealing.
I'm tired of all this wizard rubbish.
Is love a tender thing?
Is it too rough, too rude, too boisterous?
- And that's all right - That's all right
Isn't that how you planned it
From the very start?
Planned it from the very start
The line in the sand
Shows you the hand that's drawn it
And that's all right
Yeah, and that's all right
That's all right.
I am not playing
These childish games
Anymore
Thank you very much
- You just mad 'cause I'm the cute one. - Shut up. Just...
She's not hiding anything in this dress.
- You wanna check the car? - Nah.
Let's leave him to the big sister.
You're a fucking idiot, Mikie.
Hey, what did you do with the shit?
What?
Don't ask. Give me a tissue or your shirt.
- Hey, how are you today? - Good.
I know. Everyone's tired. We're all tired.
Keep it coming.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
You're a cop?
Yeah. You?
I'm nobody.
I'm hungry, babe.
I buried all of my enemies, Wall.
And most of my friends.
I'm hungry.
We'll stop for Chinese.
I hate Chinese.
I'm trying to pull your baggie of dope out of my ass.
Hold on.
Look, do you want the shit?
All right.
And where exactly are you right now?
I'm in the toilet.
Literally.
All right, that's cool. I got my bitch right now
in the ladies' room right next to you.
- Hold tight. - What?
Sydney.
- Mikie. - Listen, the shit I gave you,
there's this fucked-up Mexican in the men's room.
- I'm not Mexican. - I want you to wait outside the door.
When he comes out, give the shit to him.
He'll be the one looking like an illegal on the 4th of July.
- I heard you, Mikie. - Girl, what?
Is he still in the bathroom?
Hold on.
Sal.
- Hey. - You still in the bathroom?
Yeah, he's still in the bathroom.
Tell him to put his ear to the wall.
Hold on.
Sal, put your ear to the wall.
What?
- Who's your bitch now, Mikie? - Sydney, I know you didn't!
Psst. See that?
God damn it.
Fuck fuck fuck!
Charlie. Charlie!
Oh, shoot.
What the fuck is wrong with you, man?
You could have been the first motherfucker killed by a hybrid.
Fucking hell.
If he was a second... a second faster,
the motherfucker dead, dread.
Jesus Christ, man. You don't wanna live!
Idiot!
Hey. Little Jimmy.
I was just going to give you a call.
I know it.
I have your money.
Well, I don't exactly have it all right now,
on me I mean, but tomorrow.
I got a call from this guy in the hills.
He's a good customer and he's having a...
Well, anyway, he's having a party tonight and he's out of shit.
Embarrassing, right?
Well, anyway, he says he'll pay whatever.
I should definitely
be able to get what I owe you for tomorrow.
- What do you need? - Come here. Come here.
Thank you.
So we're cool?
Time is...
running out.
When the little hand
is on the six
and the big hand
is on the 12,
if I don't have my money
in my hand,
you better just fall down and die.
All right.
Sure.
No problem.
Ciao, bella.
Ciao.
You know what? Let's skip the spa tonight.
It's the last Thursday of the month.
You said you were hungry, so let's... let's just go back to the diner.
No, baby, I got tension.
What is up with you tonight?
What is that?
Wall, what is that?
What's that, boss?
That ticking. You hear it?
You don't hear it?
It's not a fucking clock, Wall.
We trade in this piece of shit tomorrow.
But, boss, we just got this six months ago.
Hey, don't fucking look at her like I'm not in this car,
'cause she don't pay for your shit.
I fucking pay for your sh...
Fuck the both of you.
This car's got a tick.
- You want me to turn around? - No.
Ms. Mizuno's expecting us.
- They're late. - Man, shut the fuck up!
You should be happy I can get some more shit tonight.
He cool.
Really? 'Cause he don't look cool to me.
What you got for me?
- How much? - 15.
No, that's too much.
It's too much. Come on.
Well, maybe you should get your shit at Target.
- Take it. - All right.
It's cool. Come on.
What can I say? Supply and demand.
I heard that.
All right, baby girl.
All right, let's go.
What you gonna do with all that?
You don't worry about it. It's none of your business.
You ever get tired of climbing on rooftops,
running through alleys?
You ever think about retirement?
You're kidding me, ain't you?
What life have I got?
Broken marriage, no kids
and an ex-wife who's screwing me for everything I've got.
Nah.
This is the life for me.
The adrenaline, the rush...
it's what keeps me alive.
There's only one way to go.
You'll end up in a box, six foot under.
We're all in boxes, mate.
I guess it's just the ones we choose, right?
What? This wouldn't happen if you had a shorter car.
Yeah, well, maybe I should get a taller girlfriend.
Should I wait?
No, you go back to the club and you babysit the money.
And you watch your back, because Terrence is worried about Sal
and I'm beginning to think he's right.
- Watch your back. - Uh-huh.
There he goes.
It's pay day.
Will you tell that bitch to open the door?
She acts like she fucking owns the place.
Ken.
English, Mom.
Call me next week. Maybe we'll have another party.
- But I got the stuff. - Do you have a watch?
Rolex? I doubt that.
'Cause if you had a Rolex,
then you'd know that when I called you last week
and told you that I needed the shit tonight,
that that was last night.
And now it's fucking tomorrow!
Well, you said you needed it.
I'm clean now. I haven't touched that shit in three and a half weeks.
I'm a director now.
You need to find God. That's what you need.
Oh come on, man. You take it
and then you use it when you want.
Did he tell you I'd be easy?
You should hit me while I'm having a massage with my lady?
While I'm unprotected?
Bet he didn't tell you that I own this fucking place, did he?
- Fuck this shit. - Hey.
My friend, I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Then I guess I'm lucky you're not me.
You better fucking know how to tango, you gonna touch me like that.
She's from Brooklyn, man.
What can I tell you?
Didn't you check the bitch?
He doesn't wear a gun, so why should I think she does?
Besides, she's practically naked.
You gave your bitch a gun?
Do I look like the kind of man who'd give his woman a gun?
Chilli, tell this fool I didn't give you that gun.
Whoa whoa. Who you calling your bitch?
I didn't call you a bitch. He called you a bitch.
I didn't say shit.
I wanna know who you're calling your bitch.
I did not call you a bitch.
He called you a... do you know what? Shoot the bitch.
You'll be saving me 50 grand a month.
What do you mean, save you 50 grand a month?
What with the penthouse and the Gucci this and the Prada that
and the Louis Vuitton and the Ca-fucking-valli.
I have to learn Italian just to figure out
what you're doing with my fucking money.
Well, maybe I'm trying to give you some fucking class.
Class? Darling, you t1:07:31,813 My brother died making you rich.
- That's what you believe? - That's what I know.
So what is this?
You come here to kill me?
This is retribution, is it?
Why now, Anton?
Patience is a virtue.
Mine's running out.
I bet you had this all worked out, didn't you?
Had it all planned.
Like Reggie would.
In the end,
plans are just a gauge of what went wrong.
See, me and Reggie
only wanted to make enough to open a club.
Bosh! We're in
before anyone can see.
Why am I the Indian?
Because the fucking cowboys always win.
- All right. - Yeah.
So who's the getaway driver?
I've got someone... someone I trust.
- How much? - 15.
No, that's too much.
It's too much. Come on.
Well, maybe you should get your shit at Target.
- Take it. - All right.
It's cool. Come on.
What can I say? Supply and demand.
I heard that.
All right, baby girl.
All right, let's go.
What you gonna do with all that?
You don't worry about it. It's none of your business.
You ever get tired of climbing on rooftops,
running through alleys?
You ever think about retirement?
You're kidding me, ain't you?
What life have I got?
Broken marriage, no kids
and an ex-wife who's screwing me for everything I've got.
Nah.
This is the life for me.
The adrenaline, the rush...
it's what keeps me alive.
There's only one way to go.
You'll end up in a box, six foot under.
We're all in boxes, mate.
I guess it's just the ones we choose, right?
What? This wouldn't happen if you had a shorter car.
Yeah, well, maybe I should get a taller girlfriend.
Should I wait?
No, you go back to the club and you babysit the money.
And you watch your back, because Terrence is worried about Sal
and I'm beginning to think he's right.
- Watch your back. - Uh-huh.
There he goes.
It's pay day.
Will you tell that bitch to open the door?
She acts like she fucking owns the place.
Ken.
English, Mom.
Call me next week. Maybe we'll have another party.
- But I got the stuff. - Do you have a watch?
Rolex? I doubt that.
'Cause if you had a Rolex,
then you'd know that when I called you last week
and told you that I needed the shit tonight,
that that was last night.
And now it's fucking tomorrow!
Well, you said you needed it.
I'm clean now. I haven't touched that shit in three and a half weeks.
I'm a director now.
You need to find God. That's what you need.
Oh come on, man. You take it
and then you use it when you want.
- Really? - Yeah.
The guard has to cross the entire length
of the building. He has to unlock the cage,
go up the stairs into the room with the security monitors.
If he grabs a cup of tea... that's four minutes until Shank
and his men drive away until we can be seen...
Then the getaway car pulls right up
to the door and waits.
The door's not reinforced.
We jimmy the fucking lock...
bosh, we're in.
Then we went over to the old Red Lion for a few bevvies.
And there was this one bird in particular.
You know, she was having a few words with me.
This bird at the bar says, "It's all right, darling.
I'm already coming home with you."
I said, "No no no no. This drink's for me."
What was that?
Frank. Frank. We got a problem down here.
Wait here.
I see movement on the right.
Fuck!
- Where? - On the right! On the right!
Don't see 'em!
I see 'em. I see 'em over there.
Hold up! Wait for Frank.
I fucked up.
It was supposed to be easy.
All right, listen. We are not done yet.
Let me tell you,
either we leave here together
or we make our stand
right here together.
- Okay? - Miles Davis.
How many fucking times do we gotta have this conversation?
There wouldn't be a Miles Davis
if it wasn't for Charlie Parker.
Yeah.
Well, it is my funeral.
Listen, Reg.
The car's just outside.
Come on, we can make it.
You gotta go.
Go. Go on.
Listen, they're over there by the door.
It's never personal. It's the first rule, remember?
It's your fucking rule!
This looks very fucking personal to me.
You should have fucking told me!
I'll give you 50 grand.
- 50 grand? - Yeah.
Pounds or dollars?
Man.
Fucking look at you.
You're so much like him you've even got the Reggie swagger.
"Cool," he used to say,
A bat-wielding mafia hit man at the club,
and a twin-brother-killing bodyguard everywhere else.
His girlfriend must be sick and tired of all this testosterone.
I know I am.
She's well cared for.
- Cheers, babe. - You're welcome.
- Thanks, darling. - No problem.
A gilded cage is no sanctuary.
My mom was right.
We should have been a couple of bankers.
- You are. - I said bankers.
Then the money would have come to us.
Where'd you get this tea?
- It's nice, isn't it? - Mmm.
I nicked a couple of bags from C-Note's bar.
Hmm.
Hey, where are you going?
Hold that for us, darling.
- See you later. - Bye.
He does shit like that.
So what's up with him?
Okay, you know what? You need a drink.
Would you throw everybody out, please?
All right, come on. I got your favorite.
Thanks.
You know, he's never gonna leave her, Chilli.
There are plenty of guys in this town just like him.
Come on, Chilli. You can have any guy you want.
I don't want anybody.
Come on, you have options.
Not me.
Okay, you sure?
Tell Ian I'll meet him in my room.
Hey, that shit ain't free.
You know what?
Maybe this shit ain't free either.
I'm just saying I'm the one who has to pay for the shit. You know?
You know what? Wait here.
- Where have you been all day? - Come on.
I told you it was my daughter's birthday, right?
Look, I'll send Wall around with the car.
Meet me downstairs in half an hour and we'll go to the spa.
Okay?
Stop thinking and do what you came to do
You know I want this
And I need you.
Anton.
Hmm?
What's this?
Just thought you needed a new kettle... one that works.
It's not my birthday.
It's been 10 years, mate.
- Time to put it behind you. - I know what time it is.
You're always looking down at that busted watch
"like a Miles Davis riff."
Reggie never would've wanted this for you.
- Or for Marley. - Oy. Shit-note.
Enough.
It's worth 50 grand just to see this fucking bullet
- go through your fucking head! - Pounds.
It's Reggie's cut.
I never touched it.
I know what he told you,
but Reggie was full of shit.
He said there was 500, 800,
$1 million in the bag.
But when I opened it, there was a hundred thou and some cash and change
and some little bits of paper and some bonds I couldn't do anything with.
There was even a couple of fucking IOUs.
Everything I've got here, I made.
I used my money to make sure my mom was all right
and buy a one-way ticket to the promised land,
but I never, ever touched Reggie's cut.
Kept it for Marley. I even tried to give it to your mom one time,
but she wouldn't take it from me.
You know what the funny thing is?
All you really had to do was come up and knock on my door and just ask for it.
And we'd be sat here toasting Reggie now
instead of going through all this bollocks.
Listen to me. This ain't the place.
Look, we can sort this out another day.
Listen to me.
All right.
50 grand.
51.
75,000.
What are you doing?
75,000's for me.
Just me.
And you get to do what you came here for.
After all I've done for you.
You got that kind of money?
Of course she hasn't got that kind of fucking money.
What do you think I am, a prat?
You think I'm gonna give my bitch that kind of money?
I earned every fucking dollar.
Hey.
Chilli.
$75,000?
Just gotta call my girl. She's staying with me.
That fucking crack ho that I told you
I do not want staying with you in my fucking apartment.
- Sydney's a model. - Sydney is a fucking crack ho.
Listen, this is bullshit.
She don't have that kind of money. I already told you.
She could come up with 75,000 pairs of shoes maybe.
like it's as right as Big Ben.
A man of your stature needs a proper timepiece. You know what I mean?
- Looks like a piece of shit, don't it? - Yeah.
But that's the whole point.
The coppers won't think twice about it.
- Oh. - But the engine's souped up.
- Right. - It'll go like shit off a shovel.
Oy. Whatever happens in that warehouse,
you stay in the car. Do you understand?
And when we say drive, you fucking drive.
Right, all right. Got it.
- When you say drive, I drive. I got it. - Yeah.
Whatever happens, stay in the car.
- Right. - Now go on.
Wash up.
Wipe that grin off your face before Mom sees you.
Here, have a read of the inscription.
Go on.
"To my brother in arms.
Always strong, always courageous."
Who's Robert Wellington?
Oh, I couldn't get a blank one.
I'm touched.
Come on, time to go.
Where are we going?
Hello.
I got a shirt just like that.
You ran out of mint, so I crushed up some Tic Tacs.
They're called Tic Tac Tos.
What the hell are you doing on my boat?
Bloody starving, man.
Just listen, all right?
We go through the alley,
around the service entrance.
Back door's taken care of. He makes the call.
We wait, then the money comes to us.
- Cool? - Yeah, I'm fucking cool.
I don't need a puppet show.
How many times you gonna go over the same shit?
And why am I always the pepper?
Because you're fucking superstitious.
- Hey. - Sorry about that, babe.
It keeps him calm.
I've tried to get him to take his medication, but it's a struggle.
- What'll you have? - I'll have a number three.
- Number three. - With coffee.
- Coffee. - Black.
- Black. Hey. - Hello.
Uh...
It's a fucking diner. They got the same shit in every other diner.
And you get the same shit every time, so just order.
I'll have a number five.
- Five. - With a Coke.
You think that shit's real?
The shoes, the bags?
The jewelry you were too lazy to pick out yourself?
I bet you think that watch I gave you for your birthday's real too.
That watch,
it's a down payment on a condo in South Beach.
Ocean view.
Oh, you are some kind of bitch.
So.
Chilli...
make the call.
You got 10 minutes.
What?
Sydney, listen.
The...
the shoeboxes under the bed.
She's on her way.
Fucking hell, dread. That shit is cold.
And I've seen some cold shit.
Listen...
that 50 grand is what I owe you.
But no one walks into my place,
threatens me and then tries to steal my fucking money.
What about 10 years of interest?
England and St. George.
That's okay. Baby, you never thought you'd live forever.
100,000, baby.
100,000 grand, I get to walk out.
You can do what the fuck you want with her.
We're like eBay in here now.
You been sniped.
Wait.
I can get more.
How many shoeboxes you got
under that bed, Chilli?
$100,000.
$130,000.
Almost $160,000.
Yeah.
The boxes in the closet too.
Yeah.
She'll be here in 10 minutes.
$213,000.
And I get to kill this bitch myself.
$200,000?
In free US currency?
Yeah.
Listen, I need you at the salon.
Bring Sal. Bring everything he's got...
everything.
Hurry up.
My driver's on his way.
We deal whoever comes in with the cash first.
And then we get the fuck out of here.
Done deal.
So we cool?
We are cool.
What a mess.
Damn, man.
Take care of yourself, Sal.
Man, what the fuck? You don't answer your cell phone?
I was just... just...
J-j-j-just get in the fucking car!
It's Thursday.
I know it's fucking Thursday.
I need to make the deposit.
The boss wants us to make a stop at the spa now.
Why?
I don't fucking know. Maybe he thinks you need a facial.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm heading there right now.
My legs are asleep.
You have long nail bed.
You should not neglect your nails.
And you should learn to speak fucking English.
My English is good enough for you, motherfucker.
Your father should have taught you respect.
My father taught me to respect the man with the big fucking gun.
Thanks, babe.
- What the fuck, Wall? - Hand it over.
Move!
What is she doing walking in here with you?
She needed a ride.
And she can call you to do that, can she?
I told you to stay away from that bitch.
Hey, sexy lady.
The bag.
How much is in the bag?
How much?
I'm really sorry, Chilli. I was gonna pay it back.
- I swear I was. - You still think she's a fucking model?
- How much? - $43,000.
Oh!
And $12.
I swear to God, I'll kill you and your fucking dog, you bitch!
- Get back! - I'm sorry.
You.
Open it.
C-Note, there better be $213,000 in there.
What are you smiling for, Sal?
You should lie down because you're a fucking dead man.
What do you think, I don't keep tabs on my money?
You think you can just steal it from me and stick it up your fucking nose?
- Hey, sit down! Sit down now! - Well?
Around $60,000.
$58,426 to be exact.
Put it in the bag.
Put the $58,426
in the fake fucking Gucci bag!
- It's a Louis Vuitton. - Shut up!
I used to be a broker.
Can you fucking believe it?
Wall Street!
- What the fuck? - Hey, it's just a gun.
Guns do not kill people.
People kills people!
Hey, you ever do crack?
Huh? No?
Crack kills people too.
Cocaine... you can smoke it,
snort it, shoot it,
sprinkle it on your Cocoa Puffs!
What's your poison, huh? What's your poison?
Hey, you're not so hot.
You're not so hot.
Six years.
Six fucking years!
Secret deposits,
offshore accounts,
real estate deals,
dealing with her.
I need a fucking vacation!
Have you ever been to Fiji?
It's fucking beautiful. Fucking beautiful.
It's fucking beautiful.
- Beautiful. - Come on, man.
- Calm down. - You shut the fuck up!
For fuck's sake.
What the fuck is wrong with you people?
Fuck, I was talking!
Hey.
Come on, baby. Relax.
- Relax. - Sydney.
Yeah, okay, you cool?
Easy easy.
- This shit stinks. - Too fucking right.
Wait.
Is this what you had in mind?
Is it?
Sal.
Take a breath.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
How you feeling?
- I'm good. - You good?
Good. Then you calm the fuck down.
I'm calm.
You know, your brother had a saying...
"Being poor sucks,
but being dead,
that's just being dead, isn't it?"
Remember?
So let's everybody
be really fucking cool, okay?
- Fuck it. - Anton!
Oh my God.
I thought he was waiting for the bus. I was late.
He... he didn't see it coming?
You never see it coming.
What's your name?
Charlie.
Well, Charlie, what are you gonna do?
My guess is that your days as a bus driver are over.
What do you think?
Say hello to Reggie for me.
The line in the sand
Shows you the hand that's drawn it
- And that's all right - That's all right
No no no no no. I'm a Pilates instructor now.
Yeah, I lost, like,
161 lbs.
Yeah, you should see my ass now.
All right.
And here she comes.
- Who the fuck is that? - Shh.
That is the key.
Oh shit. Hello, brown sugar.
What the fuck you doing? Someone could be watching.
Somebody is watching.
- Oh baby! - Yes yes!
Yes yes!
Oh yeah. Oh baby. Oh yeah.
You know what I want you to say?
I want you to say wasabi in Japanese.
- Wasabi is in Japanese. - I know, but I want you to say it!
Yes! Yes!
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa.
Wait wait wait, wait wait wait.
Fuck, I'm not even finished yet.
Ow!
I thought you said this wasn't gonna hurt.
I better look fucking 12 when I leave here.
We're closed. Come back later.
It's my day off.
Well, as you can see, I had to work.
You two boys walk out of here now
and we'll call it quits.
No?
You really don't want to do this.
What is wrong with you people?
Take that shit out of the girl's face.
Sit down, both of you.
Could we get to the fucking point, please?
- The point? - Yeah.
Yeah.
The point is...
$200,000.
$200,000?
Coke.
- Diet. - Diet Coke.
Eggs over easy, not runny.
Oh, wheat toast instead of white.
Uh, and strawberry, not grape.
- Oh, and... - I dare you.
I fucking dare you.
Thanks, C-Note.
Don't be late tomorrow.
She's too skinny.
600.
700.
800.
900.
5,000.
Fell off a boat down at the docks.
Mate, it's your birthday, not mine.
Yeah, but it's not right that the best jazzman
on the West Side should be without his instrument.
- Hey, you'll never guess. - What?
Oh, man.
Oh well.
Oh! That is beautiful, man.
Happy birthday.
Cheers, man.
Fucking Miles Davis, man.
Oh! That's more like Bette Davis.
Cheers, man.
Every time.
400.
500.
600.
700.
800.
200.
300.
I'm a big girl
And a big girl
Gets what she wants
Right when she wants it
Hey hey
Ooh, I'm coming to get you, I'm coming to get you
I'm coming to get you now
Yeah, I'm coming to get you, I'm coming to get you
I'm coming to get you now
Just like a tiger
Newly let out
From its cage
I can taste the heat
Rising in my veins
For you
Ha ha
Ooh, I'm coming to get you, I'm coming to get you
I'm coming to get you now
Yeah, I'm coming to get you, I'm coming to get you
I'm coming to get you now.
Isn't that how you planned it
From the very start?
From the very start
After the lines are drawn
Now that you've crossed that line
It's closing time
Time to settle your tab
Creeping down the alleyway
Like a wharf rat
Combing through the disarray
It's insane that you're hustling for a nickel
That cost you a dime
Ever since the day that you crossed that line
The line in the sand
Shows you the hand that's drawn it
- And that's all right - That's all right
Isn't that how you planned it
From the very start?
The line in the sand
Shows you the hand that's drawn it