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[music playing]

[Albert] Spain. Costa Del Sol.

A fugitive's paradise.

My old man had it all figured out.

"Drink beer, tan like an orangutan's arse

and consume all the paella you can eat."

That's always been Vic Hill's view, anyway.

Get the loot, get your people out to the Costa,

job done.

And we almost made it, too.

-[gasping] -[panting]

[coughing]

[man] What was that?

[shouting in other language]

[coughing]

Mum!

Oh!

Lotti!

Lotti!

I'm here!

-[Lotti] Where's Charlie? -[Charlie] It's okay.

Hate 'Em's got me.

[gasping]

You all right, son?

[shouting in other language]

Dad?

Victor Hill, where the bloody hell are you?

I'm here! I'm over here, Lil.

[coughing]

[waves crashing]

[Albert] Who the hell were they?

It was too dark, I couldn't see.

[screaming]

Is it gone?

All of our money?

All of it, gone.

All ten million.

Ten million Euros and it's gone.

So close.

[Albert] It's us, we're idiots, this life of ours.

Bullshit.

[Charlie] It's only money, Al.

Got it once before, we'll get it again.

Are you sure about that, Charlie?

[music playing]

I mean, are any of you sure about that?

[theme music playing]

[siren wailing]

[siren blaring]

Gentlemen.

Today I would like to present you

with a once-in-a-lifetime investment opportunity.

To be part of something new, exciting, special.

Now as you look around you, you may see nothing more

than a rundown old bar, maybe.

But what I ask of you is to call upon your imaginations.

Cast your minds to the future.

A future where The Bunker Bar isn't just

one of the Costa del Sol's best destinations.

No.

But the only one worth going to.

[Charlie] Where do I sign, Al?

Reckon?

Reckon they'll go for it? I don't know.

It just feels a bit like I'm flogging

a timeshare in the 80s.

Just sell them on you, okay?

People invest in the person and the passion

even more than the idea.

Yeah.

Ice to Eskimos, Al.

Ice to Eskimos, Al.

-You seen Billy today? -Not yet.

Billy! Where are you?

Billy?

He didn't come home again last night.

Oh, probably out ravaging

that temperamental Mediterranean goddess again.

-Lucky sod. -He's not a lucky sod.

He's miserable. He has been ever since Lotti dumped him.

He's shagging everything with a pulse to get over her.

And let's face it, you ain't much better

since Chloe gave you the elbow, are you?

Please! I'm a 100 percent over Chloe.

-Yeah. -[stammers]

By the way, she did not give me the elbow.

Jus-- just decided that, you know,

a life on the lam was not for her.

Charlie, she jumped ship in Biarritz

before we even got to Spain.

Accept it, you were unceremoniously dumped.

So stop walking around with that face

like a pickled onion all day.

Yeah, no, no. At least I was brave enough

to offer my heart to someone.

The longest you've ever committed to anyone is 48 hrs.

-Have you seen Billy? -Not a peep.

And it was 24 hours.

Let's run it again.

Today, gentlemen, I'd like to present you

with a once-in-a-lifetime investment opportunity...

-[shouting] -[indistinct]

♪ You know someday that we gonna part ♪

♪ You know someday that you're gonna break my heart ♪

Oh, yeah.

I saw an advert for a lovely finca outside of town.

Three hectares, a pool,

nice garden to keep you busy, Lil.

High up on the hill with an amazing view.

Visibility for miles.

Visibility's not what we're seeking out at the moment, Vic.

Look, I told you. I don't need a big house.

I just need you.

And here I am, Lil.

A reformed character, as directed.

[chuckles]

We've been here for six months...

without a hiccup.

We can make this work.

Yes, my love.

We can, and we will.

I'm just gonna go and see Albert.

See what's cooking.

[door opening]

-Vic? -[door closing]

Pick up some fish for lunch, would you?

Fish for lunch. Got it.

[Spanish music playing]

[grunting]

Hey! Shoo! Shoo! Get out of here!

You tell 'em, Lottie.

Morning, Clarence. How are you today?

Mm.

We can put a man on the moon,

but we still haven't figured out

how to prevent a hangover, Lottie.

Cafe solo then?

[in Spanish] Muchas gracias, chica.

[van's door opening]

Manny, Manny, Manny.

-Octopus. -Nice.

That's a nice octopus. Thank you.

Did you get the other thing I asked for?

Si. I, uh, I got it, Hate 'Em.

Good boy, Manny.

Fanta! Fanta! Stick that in the pot!

Get that in the pot! Be the boss.

[Fanta gasping]

[gun clicks, fires]

Aah!

That's how you become the boss.

You hear from your investor? Still coming in, isn't he?

At midday, just like I told you eight times yesterday.

All right, just checking.

If you need me, I'll be in the back.

Is he all right?

We just need this investment,

or this place goes under by the end of the month.

[cursing in Spanish]

[clattering]

Oh, she just wanted something I couldn't commit to

at this point in my life.

[Vic] Morning, Albert.

All right.

What's the matter, son? You seem distracted.

No, just getting ready for a meeting.

A meeting that requires a stiff drink

at 11 o'clock in the morning?

Don't worry. Just a drink.

But I do worry, Albert.

Ooh!

I am a partner in this fine establishment, after all.

You're a silent partner, yeah, so just...

And seeing as I've had my wings clipped

by you and your mother in regards

to my usual line of work,

may I remind you that this is

our only source of income at the present juncture.

It's a meeting with an investor.

And I've got big plans for this place.

We are Hills. We don't borrow money, we take it.

Yeah, well, you know better than anyone

we're doing things differently now.

It doesn't involve robbing banks, does it?

[chuckles]

The Hills now make an honest living.

As honest as the day is long.

[upbeat music playing]

[oil sizzling]

-Fry the onions. -No!

What's the matter? You getting all excited.

Henry, stop pretending you can cook

and let's go and have a sharpener.

-It's about that time, Victor. -[chuckles]

Fanta, do not make a dog's dinner out of that paella.

-I'll be back later. -What?

Behave yourself.

Vic, I'm coming!

[upbeat music playing]

Good morning, gentlemen.

Welcome to The Bunker Bar.

It's not speaking to me, Lenny.

Looks like a non-starter to me, Bruce.

[Albert] As you look around you, gentlemen,

you see nothing more than...

well, a work in progress.

I mean, and let's face it, not unlike

many of the other ramshackle establishments

flogging paella up and down the Costa.

It's a bit hot in here, don't you think?

-[Lenny] You might want... -[fly buzzing]

...to consider putting a few ceiling fans.

Yeah, now what I ask of you is to, uh--

is to call upon your imaginations

and cast your minds to a time in the future

where The Bunker Bar is not just

one of the Costa del Sol's best destinations

but the only one worth going to.

Now, imagine it, a place

where the Euro elite will be treated

to an oceanfront experience like no other.

What else we got on today?

I've got a charity do at four.

[speaking Spanish] Paella de la casa, señores.

I can't stomach that foreign crap.

Disagrees with me.

[clears throat]

We will evoke the elegance, the style,

and the spirit of 60s Saint-Tropez.

Yes, and, uh, build a pier

to moor the yachts,

attracting all manner of big spenders.

And staying open till 6:00 a.m. every night will

surely keep the drinks flowing

and the, uh, punters dancing.

I'll bet they haven't even got a booze license yet.

Can't do nothing without a booze license, can ya?

Well, a liquor license is a line item

on the investment plan.

Yeah, well, we've applied at the town hall,

and we expect approval very soon.

It's just a formality.

They've got more chance of getting a wank off the pope

than a liquor license from the San Toledo town hall.

Right, well, I'm not exactly sure

how I'd get a wank off anyone.

Hey...

I meant--

-[spits] -[bullet clinks]

What's that?

Nine millimeter.

Yeah, so, we're looking for an angel investment

of 200,000 euros

for a 25 percent shareholding in the company.

[chuckles]

They're gonna have a drink on us.

Yeah. Just not here, though.

You know, if they manage to blag

getting that booze license,

it might be worth a punt, Lenny.

Wouldn't hold your breath.

This lot couldn't sell a packet of peas.

Outside, now.

-Hate 'Em. -Yeah.

Do you know anything about this investor

Albert's meeting with?

Investor? Ain't got a clue.

These kids trying to, uh...

trying to retire us, Vic?

Yeah, certainly appears that way.

But I did sign up for this whole going straight malarkey.

I made a promise to Albert and Lily, didn't I?

That you did, my old mucker, and, uh...

we're very proud of you for keeping your word, mate.

All right, should we, uh... should we get hammered?

'Cause there's fuck all else to do around here now is there?

[laughing]

Lenny and Bruce seem more like contract killers

than property developers.

Does one need to exclude the other?

Yes, Charlie, in this case, it does.

Okay, so it's true, they may be

a little bit more colorful than we've let on,

but would you have met them if we had told you?

Uh... no.

My understanding was we need investment immediately

to stay afloat, and it's not as if we have

other potential investors lining up

around the block, is it?

Yeah, to be fair, Al,

if we can't pilfer the money,

it seems our options are severely limited.

What's going on?

I'll tell you what's going on, Billy.

After we lost all our money,

before even landing on the sunny shores of Spain,

we decided we were gonna do things differently.

We decided we were going to build ourselves a future.

Going straight was what we decided on.

What we all fucking decided on.

So, what's the problem? Somebody nick something?

No, no, Billy, no. The problem is, the plan isn't working.

All right, calm down.

We're just getting started, aren't we? It's a new business.

It takes time to build a successful business.

As a partner in this business,

I personally feel that there are times where we can afford

to be a little bit more flexible in our approach.

And now might be one of those times.

All right. I'll tell you what.

Let's take this for a walk then, shall we, Charlie?

Let's say we decide to be a little bit more...

flexible in our approach.

How do you suspect we secure an investment from Lenny and Bruce

we ain't even got a bloody liquor license, have we?

It could be weeks or even months

before we get one approved,

and that's if we get it approved at all.

Yeah, well, I might just have a plan

on how to speed that process up.

Oh, yeah, what are you gonna do?

You gonna bribe a government official, are ya?

Got wind of a street fight at a gypsy camp this afternoon.

We put you in, Billy,

we can win enough money to grease the right palm

to secure that booze license.

Sometimes, it takes a crooked path

to finally go straight.

Oh...

[upbeat music playing]

Well, if we do this, we do this once

and once only to secure this investment.

And we tell no one,

especially not my old man.

Last thing I need is Vic Hill thinking

it's open season, right?

-Right. -Right?

Right.

[glass thuds]

For you.

-Gracias. -Gracias.

-Cheers, baby. -Yeah.

Fucking Spain.

[groans]

Oi, oi, oi, get your own.

What do you need this for, 'Em?

[Hate 'Em] What do you mean, what do I need that for?

In case it goes sideways.

Have you forgotten how we got robbed on the way

to this shithole of a town?

No, I have not forgotten, 'Em.

When I find those bastards.

I shall paint this whole pueblo red.

Yeah, make sure you do.

Should I let you in on a little secret, 'Em?

Go ahead, I'm all ears.

I miss it.

The robbing.

[sharp exhale]

I miss the buzz.

Well, you know, we could...

do a little job, something low key,

just to keep your eye in, hmm?

You got something in mind, Hate 'Em?

What's up, Mr. Dimes?

You got an itch that needs scratching, eh?

No, no, no, no, I'm retired.

I must be a decent husband and father.

I shall sit sedentary...

nostalgically espousing the glory days

of my yesteryears.

-Probably for the best, eh? -Hmm.

[grunts]

Wouldn't you say?

Yeah.

Yeah. Cheers.

[upbeat music playing]

Are you sure you're all right to do this?

You've not exactly been looking

after yourself recently, have you?

How else are we gonna get the money we need

to get our license, eh, Al?

Mate, it's been six months, and we're already back at it.

[sharp exhale]

Street fights, bribing government officials.

I thought we was gonna go on a straight run

in sunny fucking Spain,

see if we could do it without all this shit.

But that's life, innit?

Full of disappointments.

Yeah, come on.

[upbeat music playing]

You know, Charlie, when we get this liquor license

and the investment money,

I'm gonna help turn The Bunker Bar into something.

You know, I did it with Sonny's club in London.

I can do it for us here in Spain.

Well, I don't doubt you for a second, Lotti.

[Lotti sighs]

First things first.

-How do I look? -[in Spanish] Muy bonito, señorita.

[in Spanish] Muchas gracias, señor.

[clears throat]

Si.

Uh, good day, señor.

We're here to check the status of

our liquor license application, please.

Are you San Toledo citizen?

Uh, well, not yet.

I'd have to marry a man from San Toledo

for that, wouldn't I?

Licenses can only be granted

to San Toledo citizens.

It's in the small print on your form.

Your applications will be denied.

I'm sorry, I cannot help you.

Well, maybe we could help you,

Señor Ramirez, "Sub. Aux. Administrativo."

Help me how, exactly?

Look,

why don't we cut all this pointless red tape, shall we?

We'll be so much better off without it.

Hm? Bureaucracy can be such a bore.

No, I cannot be bought.

Mm? I have my pride...

and my future to think of.

[door opening]

-Ramirez. -[in Spanish] Si, Señor Gonzalez.

[speaking Spanish]

[in English] This beautiful girl...

and the man are leaving.

[door closing]

I think he was checking you out, Lotti.

[scoffs] Actually, I think you're more his type, Charlie.

Good day.

[clearing throat]

[crowd chanting, indistinct]

What's the deal, Al?

Spin his jaw, let's get out of here, all right?

-[crowd shouting] -[crowd cheering]

[grunting]

Hit me!

[mouthing]

[crowd shouting]

[shouting continues]

[Angel] Hey!

I am Angel Fajardo.

A fight promoter.

Albert Dimes.

Nice to meet you.

A good fight. You have talent.

Yeah, cheers.

Are you his manager, Albert?

-Correct. -I've got an...

event on Saturday night,

and a fighter dropped out.

I need that replacement.

Do you want your boy to fight on a real card?

Is it a pro fight?

[laughs] Yes.

Claro, a pro fight,

in a ring, with gloves...

I know what a pro fight is.

I don't know, what you reckon, Billy Boy?

You want to be a pro fighter?

Cheers.

-[kisses] Hello, Mum. -Hello, love.

[grunts]

How's business? You doing okay?

Yeah, we're doing fine.

Please don't do that.

What's the matter with you?

I think I've lost your father.

Here we go again, lost him how?

Well, he was supposed to come home for lunch, but he didn't.

Oh, Mum, come on, he'll be back with his tail between his legs

by dinner time, you know what he's like.

No, well, that's just the thing.

I don't think I do anymore, Albert.

It's hard to adjust having him back

after all those years in prison.

I think maybe I'm being a bit too controlling.

You're not. Fifteen years apart a long time, innit?

Anyway, he's probably just out having a quiet drink

with Hate 'Em somewhere.

[cheering]

[Vic laughing]

[gunshots]

[burps]

Hate 'Em, don't go, have another one.

No, no, Vic, I've got to go, mate. I've got to go.

-Go where? -I've got a bit of work.

A bit of work? Well, what bit of work?

You see, uh, she collared a couple of Spaniards

loading boxes and boxes of gear into this old factory.

I'm gonna take a little peek,

see if there's anything I can have over, all right?

We were supposed to behave ourselves, Hate 'Em.

[chuckles] No, no, Vic, no.

Victor, you were supposed to behave yourself.

Not me. [kisses]

All right, my little babe?

You take that.

See you later. I've got work to do.

[sighs]

To be Vic Hill,

or not to be Vic Hill.

That is the question.

So if we can't bribe him,

how are we gonna get him onside?

Every man has his price.

[reggae music playing]

Mind if we join you, Señor Ramirez?

What are you doing here?

We're here to help you with your problem.

What problem?

Oh, well, maybe "problem" is the wrong word.

More like your situation.

I think maybe you are confused.

I do not have situation.

It's okay. You know, now that we're friends,

we'll do whatever we can to help.

Help me? How?

By getting you the thing you really desire.

[Charlie] No, no, no, more than that.

The thing that you really deserve.

And what is it that I really deserve?

Smart man like you.

Man who looks out for his friends

with the same determination they look out for him.

[scoffs] Isn't it obvious?

Not completely.

All you have to do is announce to the world

the thing you really, really want.

But I'm not sure that I know

what I really, really want.

Be brave.

Say it out loud.

Okay,

maybe...

a promotion.

Say it like your life depends on it.

A promotion.

[Lottie and Charlie] A promotion! [laughing]

It's not too late to turn back

if you've lost your asshole already.

My bollocks aren't in a vice.

I'm Vic Hill.

If I want to have a little peek,

I'll have a little peek.

[upbeat music playing]

[Vic] Quietly, Hate 'Em.

Quietly.

[whispering] They're in here somewhere.

"Azucar."

[Hate 'Em] Yeah, that means "sugar."

It was a sugar factory.

-Was it? -Yeah.

Aren't you a clever boy, Hate 'Em?

Told ya, didn't I tell ya?

[whispers] Come...

[Hate 'Em] Help me up here, help me up.

-[Vic] Oh, yeah. Heavy. -[Hate 'Em grunts]

Cheers, mate.

Oh, look at it, look at it, look at it.

"Toromenn" never heard of it.

Fuck.

It's a mountain of fake Viagra.

How'd you know it's fake Viagra?

Oh, what do you mean how do I know?

I seen it on an advert, didn't I?

[both laughing]

Horn pills. Must admit, I wasn't expecting that.

It must be-- must be thousands of pills here.

We could put these to use.

You struggling with the ol' meat and two veg, then, huh?

Obviously I don't need it for myself.

My tackle is fit for purpose, son.

[Hate 'Em chuckles]

This much gear must be worth a mint.

We flog it, we might make enough money to set Albert

and The Bunker Bar back on terra firma.

What you mean, The Bunker Bar?

With a little left over for us, of course.

[both laughing]

Well, let get this loaded up.

[pigeons cooing]

Uh, do you mind?

What?

Aren't you the friend of Ramirez?

Oh, yeah, I was just-- I was just walking by.

I couldn't help notice how...

lonely you looked.

Sad to have such a stunning view...

and no one to share it with,

at least... not anybody you...

want to share it with.

[playful music playing]

Ha... [inhales sharply]

Ha, pigeons... [chuckles]

You know, they're not unlike humans.

Hm, um, gentle,

intelligent...

and they have very complex

social relationships.

[crunching]

If you ever get tired of being lonely,

or pretending not to be...

I'll be at a party at The Bunker Bar later tonight.

[chuckles]

And I like to dance.

[bell dinging]

[Albert] Espresso's up!

-Billy, espresso. -[phone buzzing]

What?

Table four, go on. Charlie, talk to me.

Change of plan. We don't need the money for the bribe.

We need it to throw a party.

We'll have a special guest of honor.

[upbeat music playing]

Oh! Come, on, lad. Told ya! Come on, lad.

Come on. There you go.

Chop, chop, Hate 'Em. Chop, chop.

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop...

-Whoa! -Hey, hey, hey!

[indistinct]

[Vic] Come on, Hate 'Em. Come on, Hate 'Em.

Come on, here we go, here we go.

Shit! It's the pigs! Run! Run!

[shouting]

This way, this way, this way!

This way! This way!

Come on, Hate 'Em. Ooh, yeah.

Oh, shit!

[grunting]

-[laughing] -[door closing]

Don't shoot.

I was only looking for some sugar for my tea.

Oh, Vic.

[sighs]

[dance music playing]

You guys did well organizing this party.

It's not difficult when you're paying people in cash

to drink for free, is it Charlie?

This better work.

A little faith, please, would be nice, Al.

Careful with this stuff, Charlie boy.

Powerful shit, all right?

Please, Billy.

Recreational chemistry is my area of expertise.

Just get him off his nut and we'll nail him bang to rights.

Oh, here he is.

-How do I look? -Sharp, really nice.

All right.

[glass thuds]

I'm glad you came.

I'm glad you invited me.

What's your name, by the way?

I am Augustine.

My name is...

Ledbetter.

Encantado, Ledbetter.

Encantado, Augustine.

-Salud. -Salud.

[dance music continues]

[Lotti] Look at Charlie go.

You got to admit he's adorable.

That's debatable.

-Are you all right? -Yeah, I'm fine.

Look, Billy,

I'm not saying the door's closed on us forever.

I just need time to get on my own two feet.

I don't even know what it feels like to be on my own.

Yeah, well, you already said that.

I want us to be friends, Billy.

I got some good news today, about this boxing fight. It--

Charlie's making his move.

What's that?

Ecstasy.

No, no, no. I've never done ecstasy before.

Neither have I.

But I thought, you know,

it might be a night of firsts for both of us.

Okay.

[dance music continues]

Come here. Look at him.

He ain't even close to going over, is he?

-Slip him another one. -I just slipped him three more!

The man has a constitution of an elephant.

He expects me to match him pill for pill.

I haven't had this many beans in my bloodstream

since the rave at Stonehenge.

The plan isn't working, Charlie. Change it.

Go on. Go on.

[siren blaring]

Aw! A TV. How kind of ya.

[Hate 'Em] So how's retirement looking for you now, Vic, eh?

[Vic] I'll shit retirement.

Victor Hill is back! Yes!

-[Hate 'Em howling] -[Vic] Comin' in.

[laughs]

[Hate 'Em howling]

Ah! Love it! Come on!

No.

I have a better idea.

I saw it once in a movie.

Okay then.

Good.

[sniffing]

[grunts]

[sniffs] Oh!

[coughs]

Your turn.

Come on, come on, come on.

Hey! Go, go, go, go, go...

[sniffs]

Yes! Yes! [laughs]

-Time to dance! -Yeah.

[dance music continues]

Fanta!

-Oh! -[screaming]

-Ledbetter! -[Charlie groaning]

Ledbetter!

Le-- Led-- Ledbetter.

[groaning]

-Ledbetter! -[Billy] Out of the way!

Shit. Charlie.

He's not breathing.

What did you do to him?

-Oh, no, no, no-- -What did you do to him?

It wasn't like that!

-No, no-- -I'm calling the police.

No, no, no, please, the police.

[in Spanish] No, no, no, la policia. No, por favor. No, no, no--

Come here!

[in Spanish] No, no, la policia. No, por favor!

No, no, no--

Charlie. Charlie!

What happened here?

Charlie? Charlie, wake up, mate, Charlie!

[in English] So, what can I do? How can I help?

What can you do? You can get out of here!

-Billy get him out of here now! -Come on!

Charlie! Charlie, it's Albert.

Listen to me, Charlie. Wake up!

Charlie!

You better not be dead, Charlie! Charlie!

[people gasp]

[cheering]

Didn't even touch the sides, Al.

Come on, get up.

Please tell me you got all of it.

Nice.

[upbeat music playing]

-Oh, no, no, no-- -What did you do to him?

It wasn't like that! No, no...

[siren blares]

[door opening]

[door closing]

[Vic groans]

I'm Lieutenant Carlito Blanco.

I'm the top dog in the San Toledo police department.

Detective Lupe tells me you're a funny guy.

Oh, yeah, I'm fucking hilarious, mate.

[laughs]

[blows]

Oops.

It appears the joke is over.

[car approaching]

Morning, gentlemen.

I think this place has a lot of potential, Lenny.

Bundles, Bruce.

Bundles.

Billy will show you through. I'll be right with ya.

Follow me.

[exhales] Okay, let's close this deal.

[car approaching]

Gentlemen, I have here

a fully approved late night liquor license.

Well, we've gotta park this money somewhere.

Might as well be here.

Might as well be.

[doorbell rings]

Better be you, Vic.

-[cork pops] -To The Bunker Bar.

[both] To The Bunker Bar!

Start of something new, Charlie boy.

I'm Lieutenant Carlito Blanco.

Nobody move, nobody get hurt.

Dad? What's going on?

I'm okay, son. I'm okay.

What do you want, pig?

Would you care to explain, Señor Hill?

What have you done?

I was doing it for you, Albert.

For all of us.

Just went a bit sideways on me, that's all--

Doing it for me? You know what, Dad?

I didn't need your help.

We got the investment, all right?

We were gonna be okay!

I'll make it right, Albert. I'll make it right.

[Blanco] Please shut up.

The way you talk like you all have stones

in your mouths.

[speaking Spanish]

Wait, wait.

You tell him we ain't got nothing to do with this mess.

You tell him we're a couple of patrons

enjoying a quiet drink

and I will fucking lose my temper

if he doesn't take his hands off my hard case.

Now listen here--

-[gunshot] -Oh!

[body thuds]

I never liked him.

That's, uh... He's very controlling.

[gunshot]

[body thuds]

So, the Hill gang,

the East London Locos.

You can see I'm not a good cop.

I'm a bad cop, and San Toledo is my pueblo.

The only reason I'm not gonna kill all of you is that

I could use a crew with your skill set

on a little project of mine.

You're all gonna work for me

starting mañana.

And, this place is my property now

and anything else I want to take.

Let's call it the price of admission.

We clear on this, Mr. Hill?

-Hills don't work for nobody. -Dad, shut up.

[Blanco chuckles]

Listen to your son, Vic.

Or would you like to know how your wife Lily feels about it?

Would you like me to ask her?

What have you done with my wife?

-[chuckles] -Where is she?

With a pretty blonde girl in the back of my van.

You leave them alone, do you hear me?

[Vic] Don't you dare touch them.

Expect a call in the morning.

The Bunker Bar.

I like the name.

But it could do with a lick of paint.

[laughing]

[men chattering, laughing]

[sniffs]

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