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[♪]

[BOTH PANTING]

[BIRDS CHIRPING IN DISTANCE]

[GUNSHOTS FIRES]

[UNZIPS BAG]

[♪]

[BOTH SCREAM]

[♪]

[♪]

[STOIC GRUNTS SOFTLY]

[THUDS]

[♪]

[VEHICLE WHIRRING]

[♪]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[LARKIN GRUNTS SOFTLY]

Welcome home, girls.

Come on, mind your head.

[WHIMPERS]

Come on, this way.

McCrea! Patrick!

Graves, give me his phone.

What was that about?

[INHALES, EXHALES]

[CHUCKLES]

Other firearms?

All secure.

Fall in, line up!

BRACE: Seven of you, two women.

[SIGHS]

I'm not gonna stand here

and bollock all of you, 'cause some should know better.

We had a few surprises in that job, didn't we?

But you all handled yourselves well

and we got the job done, and that's all that matters.

Thanks to the four of you that came on board

at the last hour. Appreciate it.

[CLICKS TONGUE]

Now, Jacko's inside, resting up, and I think we all understand

the reality of that situation.

And the women, well, they're our problem now.

Boss.

Pope?

If the women are a liability, then...

Mr. Rhodes wants them, so...

All right, lads.

We're all guests at this beautiful house.

You got one night, have a beer, do a line of coke,

whatever floats your boat, and it's back to business.

Marco, four hours of stag. And they'll give, uh,

Patrick over another go. This time, don't fuck up.

And please, boys, lose those armbands.

Larkin, pick it up.

And stand up straight, will you?

Off you go then.

[MAN BREATHES SHARPLY, GROANS]

SPEAKER: You're honored.

[GROANS]

SPEAKER: Mother has taken an interest in you.

[GROANS, COUGHS]

SPEAKER: And your denial.

Denial of any offence upon you.

[MAN COUGHING]

SPEAKER: Of any slight.

Any fear.

Any pain.

[COUGHS, SNIFFLES]

SPEAKER: Denial of family, of ego, need.

Your denial of personal loss

will form a basis of loyalty.

The Bonnets are only for the loyal.

[GROANING CONTINUES]

SPEAKER: He wishes to speak, Mother.

[COUGHS, GROANS]

How long?

Fail.

[GROANS, COUGHS]

[SIGHS]

GIRL'S VOICE: Dad?

Oi, Bollocks! You got my razor?

Assuming I'm "Bollocks," no.

PATRICK: Who are you shaving for?

It's only us.

Peasants.

That being said, there are a couple of lovelies.

Hey! Don't touch the livestock.

If you hurt them, you're liable.

[CHUCKLES]

Yeah, I'm liable to get my rocks off.

[SIGHS]

It's easy to be them.

[WATER SPLASHING]

Don't think about them.

Concentrate on yourself.

[♪]

[♪]

[♪]

[SIGHS DEEPLY]

[PHONE RINGING]

STOIC: [OVER TELEPHONE] Mother.

Your call is well timed.

I have negotiated your stay of execution

with our competitors at great cost.

Thank you, Mother.

You are appeased for now,

but I have guaranteed your blood one day.

I understand.

Do you want to know length of your appeasement?

STOIC: [OVER TELEPHONE] Yes, please.

Another four years of life.

That includes this Western prison time.

Do not remain longer than necessary.

[SIGHS DEEPLY]

Was that a derision?

We're not Westerners, Aerellius.

No, Mother.

Four years. Thank you.

Goodbye.

Mother.

MOTHER: [OVER PHONE] Yes?

I must ask for help.

You dare ask for more?

People smugglers.

I won't spare resources for bottom-feeders.

Deal with them yourself.

Attend your incarceration. No more outside attention.

You ask too much.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

And she stepped on his balls!

[GANG MEMBERS LAUGH]

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

It's bloody freezing.

Here. Get this down you.

Get in there.

No, I don't do water.

You "don't do water?"

How do you pass basic?

I said, "I don't."

I didn't say I can't.

He passed basic fucking moaning.

[GANG MEMBERS CHUCKLE]

Fuck it.

[GANG MEMBERS CHEERING]

Oi! Go on, lad!

Go on! Go on!

[GANG MEMBERS CHEERING]

Right. Who am I this morning?

"Oh, I've been shot!"

[CHUCKLES]

LARKIN: I've been shot!

Why? Why?

Fuck off!

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

It wasn't even your blood.

Yeah, it was someone's.

It was Jacko's.

How is he?

Anyone?

He's back at the house.

Snug as a bug.

He'll be all right.

Brutal day.

Oi! Delete that.

Delete what?

Delete it, lad.

Just delete it, mate.

Like I've taken your spirit?

Is that racist?

And from the delete file.

All right?

No. It's not all right.

For today, for those two we slaughtered,

and those two lasses. We could do 30 years apiece.

And I'm not doing it for your selfies.

[GRUNTS]

Thanks for this.

[CLINKS]

Don't thank me.

Hot tub, the lights. It's my daughter's birthday.

[SCOFFS]

I could be a host, but never a father.

Lot of guys out there

for taking down a group of civilians.

One of them doesn't look old enough to drink.

BRACE: Yeah.

He's good for making the tea.

You know, it's four of us before the recce.

Rhodes gave me some information,

said it was a gang of five men.

Turns out, it was 12, bunked together.

Two houses knocked through.

So, you dug up a list of dishonourable discharges.

And the girls?

Yeah. Rhodes ID'd them as mules.

So, just orders.

What?

Make a better life for them?

[GANG MEMBERS CHEERING, LAUGHING]

You gonna shut them up?

Just one night.

Then after that, we'll dust down before dark.

How long?

BRACE: Three days, tops.

Jesus. This is the last time.

BRACE: You're on the leash.

[GLASSES CLINKING]

So am I.

I want to deliver to the Coast like always, like we used to.

Remember?

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

BRACE: Now, these sick fucks, they want them hooked.

They wanna collect addicts.

"Collect?"

That fucker's not coming here.

No, Rhodes is gonna send men.

I mean, what do you expect?

Expect that this is a stopover till you find somewhere else.

I owe you a favor, but this is it.

[SIGHS]

Here.

BRACE: Huh?

Girls and drugs.

[POURING]

It was never like this.

No.

No, it wasn't.

Slavery.

Wow.

Well, don't beat yourself up.

Look at the London elite.

All sat on an immigrant slave population.

Every civilisation since whenever.

It's tolerated.

We supply the tolerable.

"The Banality of Evil."

Hannah Arendt.

Hmm.

Very good.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

I read.

MAN: [WHIMPERING] Boss? Boss?

You gonna do something about that?

Is he new?

He's last minute.

I'll do it.

Thanks.

The lad knew the risks.

So did I.

[DOOR OPENS]

[♪]

POPE: I just don't get this waiting around.

It's contract complete.

Only takes one of us to look after two birds.

Job's done, gear's safe.

Everything has to be delivered.

All I'm saying

is it doesn't mean we all have to stand around.

BRACE: If you want your beer token, just stay put.

If one leaves, we all lose out. You know that.

And we all know what Rhodes does to men who run out on him.

In the meantime, on me, lads.

[GANG MEMBERS CHEERING]

Hey!

Thank you very much, boss.

Oh, yes! Come on, lad.

Not for you, Patrick.

You're on stag in ten.

[GANG MEMBERS LAUGH]

[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

[♪]

[WHISPERING] Please help.

[SIGHS]

Don't worry about getting out.

Worry about me getting in.

[♪]

[DOOR UNLOCKING, OPENS]

[♪]

[GASPS]

How many?

Eight.

More are coming.

When?

Soon.

[PANTS]

[WATER RUNNING]

[GANG MEMBERS CHEERING]

[THUDS]

Come on, Patrick. Get going.

Good luck.

Where did you get that?

Found this on the stable door.

But it wasn't there when we got here.

LIMBURG: Did you see anyone?

Put it down.

What?

Put it down!

Mr. Carlisle,

with all due respect, it's just a hat.

[LAUGHING]

CARLISLE: Don't laugh.

Don't any of you bloody laugh.

I know you've all been through shit in your lives.

But that's the Western definition of shit. The Stoics?

It's a different breed.

Pain and suffering...

it's like oxygen to them. Fuel.

They're like barnacles.

You've got to crush 'em, and then crush 'em again.

I heard they use whatever's around.

They're not allowed mechanical weapons.

MARCO: Fine.

[SCOFFS]

We have rifles.

You pull a weapon on a Stoic, he'll beat you to death with it.

Look, if you don't believe me, listen to him.

They're like enforcers

for ancient Scottish or Nordic smugglers

or something.

Smugglers?

They're better at making enemies.

Toying with them.

I heard they only kill one at a time.

Watch you sleep. Watch you... I don't know.

17th century psychopaths.

Live like monks.

Ancient guards for feudal lords.

They're out to set up their own smuggling routes.

They have their own morality.

"The Men in Bonnets."

I was obliged to facilitate your delivery.

So, consider it facilitated.

Somehow, you've offended. My bet is the girls.

So, the bonnet is a warning.

And then it's a whistle.

If you hear that then...

[CHUCKLES]

Let me guess. We run.

If you hear that, it's too late.

So, you're going?

CARLISLE: Yeah.

Keep out of the house. Feed the horses.

Party's over, boys.

Bollocks to this.

I'll find this guy tonight.

No, you won't.

You've had a drink. You all have.

Listen, you've heard the man. We'll go to the stables.

We're buying into this?

Could be one guy prating about.

Or not.

[SIGHS]

In the morning, Marco,

you scout quarter mile radius north.

McCrea, quarter of a mile south.

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[WHISTLE BLOWING]

Die. Stoic.

[♪]

[♪]

[BREATHES SHAKILY]

[♪]

[CROW CAWING IN DISTANCE]

[BIRDS CHIRPING IN DISTANCE]

[PANTS]

[♪]

[SPEAKS RUSSIAN]

Stoic.

[SPEAKS RUSSIAN]

You shouldn't boast.

Boast?

You take your enemy's buttons and use them as trophies.

STOIC: Acknowledgements of lives taken.

Whatever they did when still alive.

[GRUNTS]

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

Wake up now! Wake up!

Who's playing games?

MARCO: Limburg's gone.

It's a joke.

Limburg doesn't joke.

He wouldn't know where that was either.

If it was this stoic, how did he know where it was?

How did he get past the wires?

He's watching all of us.

BRACE: Graves, Larkin, I want wires at 50 and 100 yards.

Destroy that.

He can't watch us all at once. We sleep in shifts.

Marco, McCrea, get out there and bury him.

[♪]

Brace, come in.

Go ahead.

I've found an encampment.

East, northeast, about half a mile.

McCrea, come in.

MCCREA: McCrea, go ahead.

BRACE: Marco's found an encampment.

East, northeast.

MCCREA: [OVER WALKIE-TALKIE] Proceed there?

BRACE: Negative. Wait.

Come on out!

Come on then!

[LEAVES RUSTLING]

Marco, come in.

Marco, come in.

Marco, key the switch if you can't communicate.

What's going on, boss?

BRACE: [OVER WALKIE-TALKIE] Return to base.

Boss, you don't want me

to proceed to Marco's position?

Negative.

I'm not convinced this is one man.

MCCREA: Copy that.

For crying out loud.

[♪]

[BIRDS CHIRPING IN DISTANCE]

No one's saying anything.

[LARKIN SNIFFS]

That's how I like it.

Did you let them girls go?

We've been tear-assing through a field after 'em.

You know, sometimes...

I don't mind what happens...

to anyone.

I don't understand why.

I just don't mind.

Yeah. Glass people everywhere.

What?

You can see right past 'em.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

Yeah.

No beggar stole my stride.

[CHUCKLES]

Are we glass?

Single fucking glazing, pal.

I grew up.

I wanted out.

I joined the army.

I wanted out of that.

I do this.

I'd sprint off an arm if I could.

If...

you weren't alone.

Wanna know what I think?

I think you let them girls go 'cause...

they're not glass anymore.

And that scares you.

Being scared is the only thing I'm good at.

Brace wants the girls out.

Get up.

[LARKIN CLEARS THROAT]

[BIRDS CHIRPING IN DISTANCE]

Ask her was it one man or more?

[SPEAKS SLAVISH] You saw men last nigh t.

How many?

SOPHIA: [SPEAKS SLAVISH] One ma n.

One man. And?

[SPEAKS SLAVISH] He was fast. Quie t.

He moves fast. Quiet.

[SPEAKS SLAVISH] He moved like a ca t.

He moved quiet like a cat.

[SCOFFS]

"Like a cat?" Oh.

What did he say? Nothing?

Nothing.

Nothing?

What did he look like?

Tall. White.

Had on a jacket.

And did he look at you?

He looked straight at me.

I thought we were dead.

[SPEAKING SLAVISH]

Death smiled at us.

[BRACE CHUCKLING]

Theatrics.

[SIGHS]

Death smiled, eh?

Someone needs a plan, sir.

GRAVES: Boss.

Yeah?

And Marco?

Well, he's either dead or he's killed this bastard.

I mean, we'll soon find out.

Well, shouldn't we move back into the house?

I want simple structures with sight lines.

Not a labyrinth that he can hide in.

We need to send more men.

I ain't sending any more men.

He's got the advantage.

It's just one man.

One man?

He could live here. He could bring his clan down.

He could have traps

put in places that we don't even know.

I just told you, I'm not gonna give him

the advantage, right?

If he wants those women, he can come to us.

[BAG OF CHIPS RUSTLING]

Where'd you get those?

What flavor?

Very salted.

The young one.

[LARKIN CHUCKLES]

LARKIN: Nah. The older one.

[CHUCKLES]

[MUNCHES]

[CHAINS RATTLING]

For fuck's sake.

Laters.

[CHAINS RATTLING]

What are you waiting for?

[SCOFFS]

What are you? Hey?

Hey?

So, what are we thinkin'?

Stay and fight this guy? I mean, what's it to us?

We weren't even contracted for this.

Yeah, if he's got Limburg and Marco,

they can handle...

Handle what? Two men. No word.

So, what are we doing then?

What are you doing here?

I have no work.

[MARCO SCOFFS]

You do now.

And you're good at it, mate.

Oh, you Westerners.

Always lying and flattering each other.

It's negotiation training, that's all.

You trade in people.

I do what I'm told.

You trade so that you may live?

Yeah.

And you are more important than the people you trade, yes?

Someone's daughter. Someone's sister.

You gonna kill me or not?

Not yet.

You aren't accepting the situation.

All this hesitating and whining.

You're all looking inward because you're scared.

Clinging on to each other like a fucking gaggle.

What makes you so special?

I am secondary to others.

I accept my pain is of no consequence to others.

To you, that is special.

Killed much?

STOIC: Yes.

Ever killed an innocent?

Yes. I could have saved a child.

So, you're making amends.

Oh, I am going to prison for it.

And you're gonna kill us all anyway?

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

Yes.

This man, he isn't gonna forgive you.

You need to go straight at him.

Because the problem is your solution.

And if you don't meet this man head-on,

face-to-face,

you'll rot from fear.

I could live. Hmm?

Do good.

STOIC: But how would these women live?

Will they be beaten? Go mad?

Would they be sold further down the slave chain?

And now, tied and bound...

you promise to do good?

I can change.

Make this...

temporary.

STOIC: Oh, everything is temporary.

All, your pain, you define yourselves by it.

By what you've missed, what's upset or offended.

It's always you. Never others.

Your disappointments are your obsessions.

Oh, Christ. Have you finished?

STOIC: Then you trade on them.

You think therapy and victimhood is currency.

Whoever garners the most pity wins.

Very wise, mate.

But people can change.

No, no.

Their circumstances change, and they react.

All right, lads.

Carlisle said these fuckers don't do guns.

I'll believe that when I see it.

Be careful what you wish for.

[WHISTLES]

Jesus Christ!

STOIC: [OVER WALKIE-TALKIE] Hello?

Hello.

Let the girls go.

That's not our decision.

[♪]

[WALKIE-TALKIE CHIRPS]

[SCREAMS, GROANS]

[WALKIE-TALKIE STATIC]

[INHALES]

GRAVES: Come on!

Come on, you soft bastard! Here's your warning!

Here's your fuckin' hat!

[FLICKS LIGHTER]

[PANTS]

Whoo! Come on!

GRAVES: Come on, you soft bastard!

Graves, what the hell are you doing?

Snaring the prick.

[♪]

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

Thanks, John.

I got it. I got it.

[GRUNTS, BREATHES HEAVILY]

Okay, Francis.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Yes?

BRACE: Mr. Rhodes.

Yeah, sorry to bother you. We have an escalated situation.

RHODES: Yeah, I know.

You've got a body in the cellar, livestock to shift,

and Carlisle shit himself over some stray knocking about.

Stoics. Bonnets.

- They were over years ago. - Yeah.

But he's killed two of my men, taken one of my weapons.

Well, that's on you.

You pay the piper. So, kill him and move on.

Look, Brace, is it?

Yeah?

Look, you're an entire unit.

If this scrapper was a Stoic, I'd wanna kill him myself.

Indelible fuckers.

They go from benign to malignant in a heartbeat.

Females are the worst.

[WHISTLES]

[GUNSHOTS FIRING]

Brace, tell me.

He just emptied a mag into the sky.

[COCKS GUN]

- [SCREAMS] - [GUNSHOTS FIRING]

What's going on now?

BRACE: He's just stood there.

Wait. Hold fire.

Sir?

Wait.

[♪]

[GUNSHOTS FIRING]

Jesus Christ.

BRACE: Sir, we can kill this guy.

No. Was that him firing?

BRACE: [OVER CELLPHONE] Yeah, into the sky.

All his ammo?

BRACE: [OVER CELLPHONE] Yeah.

How do you know?

My man in there had two mags on him.

They are indeed extremists.

I'm on my way.

Sir, do you want us to relocate?

No. Stay put. I want my scalp.

Keep him alive at all costs.

[SIGHS]

McCrea, take the women upstairs.

Let's go, boys.

[♪]

[♪]

PATRICK: [OVER WALKIE-TALKIE] Checking in.

Nothing to report.

Okay.

Report before making any movements.

PATRICK: [OVER WALKIE-TALKIE] Copy that.

Rhodes texted.

He, uh, wants the girls on the needle.

POPE: Using our batch?

Just to subdue.

In the morning, McCrea.

Boss.

I could use a bit.

Leave it out. What's the worry?

He has no weapon.

He has belief. Philosophy.

Well, I'll take bullets over philosophy.

Belief?

POPE: We're mercenaries.

We're not paid to believe in anything. We're trained.

He's a believer. It's an experience for him.

LARKIN: No.

We're only here 'cause if we leave,

Rhodes will track us and kill us.

[SIGHS]

Stuck between a fanatic and a psycho.

Choose your poison.

Belief isn't everything.

Some people believe the world's flat.

It's not what they believe.

It's the fact they choose to act on it.

You guys remember the tsunami in Japan, 2011?

Completely destroyed the Fukushima power stations.

Wiped out.

Hundreds of thousands evacuated.

Towns abandoned.

It's a no-go zone.

Now, the Japanese have this cultural belief in ghosts.

And, um, well, taxi drivers reported, you know,

figures waving 'em down, saying, "Am I dead?"

GIRL'S VOICE: Dad?

The figure gets in the back,

he gives them a place, and the driver knows

it's an exclusion zone, but he goes anyway.

He finds his street, feels right, gets out,

goes to the back, and opens the door,

and there's nothing.

He bows, closes the door, gets in his car,

and drives away.

The ghost is, uh...

exorcised.

Insane.

Sanity's got nothing to do with it.

It's belief.

And that's what we're dealing with out there.

So, we're gonna sit tight. See what happens.

GRAVES: Well, we might as well believe in ghosts.

We're chasing one.

[STOIC WHISTLES]

[DOOR CREAKS, OPENS]

Patrick!

Get to the perimeter now!

[♪]

[GROANS]

[STOIC WHISTLING]

[♪]

[STOIC WHISTLING]

[CLICKS]

[GASPS]

[FOOTFALLS THUDDING]

[SEATBELT UNLOCKS]

[DOOR OPENS]

[♪]

[FLARE SPARKS]

[♪]

- [BREATHING HEAVILY] - No. No.

[GRUNTS]

[♪]

Hey.

[GASPS]

[DOOR OPENS]

Help!

Help!

[MUFFLED WHIMPERS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[LIGHTER FLICKS]

MCCREA: Don't worry, ladies.

Just a little taste.

We don't want you getting all spirited now.

[♪]

[FLIES BUZZING]

LARKIN: Mag's half full.

This guy doesn't give a fig, does he?

[SNIFFS]

[♪]

[DOOR CREAKS, OPENS]

[JANE GROANS SOFTLY]

[STOIC GRUNTS]

[♪]

[♪]

[FOOD SIZZLING]

Where are your drugs?

Where are your drugs?

[GRUNTS]

One of them's just a Wain!

[GRUNTS]

[CHOKES, GROANS]

[GRUNTS, PANTS]

[♪]

[SNIFFS]

I'm worthy.

[PANTS]

[♪]

Fuck!

Oh, we're dead. We are dead men.

Where's the rest of it, boss?

Oh, no. No! Jesus Christ.

Pope, get out there.

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

We go out after him.

POPE: [OVER WALKIE-TALKIE] Boss.

Go ahead.

POPE: [OVER WALKIE-TALKIE] Plume of smoke.

Estimate, one mile.

Directions?

Marco said, east by north-east.

Pope, directions?

POPE: [OVER WALKIE-TALKIE] East north-east.

He's burning it.

Rhodes' can't turn up, and we've got one bag.

Unless we use this prick as compensation.

[SIGHS]

At least we have a plan now.

Rhodes' baiting this prick with our lives.

How's that for a plan?

He was gonna be your savior, wasn't he?

[CHUCKLES]

And now, he's robbed your gear.

Oh. You don't know who to hate more.

Don't worry, girls. Soon...

you won't care who you hate.

Don't touch anything.

Well, he hasn't burnt all of it.

He was drawing us here.

If we leave, Rhodes will kill us.

He's got a thing for the stoic.

And the stoic is risking his life for the women.

He can be baited.

Rhodes gets his psycho and we get to live.

This is how we bait him.

All right, move out.

Pope!

Coming!

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

[LEAVES RUSTLING]

[CROW CAWING IN DISTANCE]

[GRUNTS]

[POPE GROANS, CHOKES]

[GRUNTS, PANTS]

[♪]

[SIGHS]

Frances, relax.

Stay in here.

Why?

I don't want... No, no, no.

[GASPS]

[COUGHS]

[BOTTLE RATTLING]

[GULPS]

Morning, Michael.

That was a fun one.

[SIGHS]

Sir, we're scheduled to stop.

RHODES: No.

Keep moving.

LARKIN: How many is Rhodes gonna bring?

BRACE: Enough to protect himself.

So, when Rhodes gets here, we can go.

Do you think he's left now?

What about if we give him one of the women?

Did you bury Pope deep?

Deep enough.

Listen, Rhodes is hours away.

We sit tight, and we face outwards.

So, what happened to baiting this guy?

Check the traps.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

Larkin, you good?

Yeah.

Listen, stay with the women.

Safest place. You understand?

Yeah? -Yeah.

- Go on now. - Yes, boss.

All right.

[BIRDS CHIRPING IN DISTANCE]

- [GUNSHOTS FIRING IN DISTANCE] - [BIRDS FLAPPING WINGS]

[SOBS, SCREAMS]

[GUNSHOTS FIRING]

Come out!

What's wrong with you?

[SCREAMS, WAILS]

[GUNSHOTS FIRING]

[THUDS]

GRAVES: Come out, boy!

I'll trade her for the gear!

[CHAINS RATTLING]

[GUNSHOTS FIRING]

She's on a fucking plate, boy!

[GUNSHOTS FIRING]

[SCREAMS]

[CHAINS RATTLING]

You lost your fucking balls, boy!

Show yourself!

[GUNSHOTS FIRING]

Get in here! Get in here!

[GRUNTS]

What the fuck you doing out there?

[PANTS]

You nasty bastard.

[SCOFFING] We're all nasty bastards.

[GROANS]

What are you gonna do with that?

[WHIMPERS, PANTS]

[GRUNTS]

BRACE: You wanna make a name for yourself, huh?

Do it.

I'm in charge here.

[GRUNTS]

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

Go!

[PANTS]

[YELLING] No!

No!

RHODES: If this bitch says I'm stepping on her toes...

Thinks she's fucking Boudica.

[DIALING]

SENECA: [OVER CELLPHONE] Yes?

Good morning.

This is Mr. Rhodes.

I believe Mother may remember me.

We handled a consignment together

out of the Shetlands, 2010.

Would you kindly ask if she will speak to me?

Mr. Rhodes,

please don't have Seneca ask me puerile questions.

I remember you.

I'm flattered.

It's been a while, Mother. How are you?

Do you have any bonnets operating

in the northern border?

Yes. You're smuggling people.

You've provoked his sensibilities.

[SCOFFS]

Your awareness is unsurprising.

MOTHER: He called for permission to act.

He did not know he was persona non grata.

I see.

May I ask which Stoic it be?

Aurelius.

[MOUTHING] Aurelius.

Is that it?

I was concerned

we would have a conflict of interest in my...

having to deal with your man.

There may be conflict to your interests, Mr. Rhodes.

My interests are in offering

vulnerable people a new life.

Thank you for your time, Mother...

[MOUTHING]...fucker.

[FLIPS PHONE]

Seneca!

SENECA: Mother?

I want to send a message to Aurelius.

Mararat!

[PANTS]

Follow this for 12 miles until you reach the A-Road.

No. They still have Sophia.

I'll get her out.

More men are on their way.

We need to get her out tonight.

Oh, I don't need your help.

They shot at us.

Only with bullets.

You had bullets.

Why did you use them up?

STOIC: Faith.

They put all their faith in bullets.

Then discharge all their faith.

[PHONE BEEPS]

"Mother."

What does it say?

"Mararat."

Kill them...

all.

Graves, sir.

Pleasure to meet you.

Distance, mate.

So, you've seen him?

Yeah.

And?

He's a bloke.

[RHODES CHUCKLING]

- Just a bloke? - Mm.

A suicidal bloke.

"Suicidal?"

They don't recognise enough pain.

Do you want him dead or alive?

Dead. Lucky for you.

So, we're all going out, sir?

From what I hear,

you fluffed him up with a sniff already.

He'll be back for the other.

You boys...

you don't seem cohesive.

And I have to say, you don't seem

particularly invested in killing this man.

You said you wanted him alive, sir.

Alive until I get here.

Get the house open.

What's your name?

Aurelius.

Like Marcus Aurelius?

Hmm.

I'm Jane.

So, these men in hats...

Bonnets.

I know how it must sound to modern ears.

There are women, too.

Women in bonnets?

I wouldn't say that to them.

How long have you been a slave?

I graduated and worked in a bar.

I got on the gear, and in debt.

I lost everyone.

My dealer's gang became my family.

I was thrown between gangs for years. A mule.

A toy.

A slave.

People using people.

I'm using you.

No.

I would have done this anyway.

Why?

It's your instinct?

Code.

My clan.

They're controlled by a leader. A code.

If we fail the code, we're bankrupt.

And the leader can smell it.

What's the code?

It's like,

self-preservation is an abomination.

Decadent.

It limits you. Leaves other people suffering.

Self-preservation keeps you alive.

It leaves you cowed.

Self-serving.

You have family?

They are safer without me.

I have you, this mess...

and then a debt. Then I will see them.

JANE: Soon there'll be more men.

Guns. How will you do it?

Sheer bloody-mindedness.

They'll match you.

No. They won't.

[♪]

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

[♪]

This is exciting.

[CONNOR GRUNTS]

[♪]

[GRUNTS, PANTS]

RHODES: Wait.

[♪]

Aurelius.

[GRUNTS]

[♪]

[GRUNTS]

Look at all them...

[BUTTONS RATTLE]

Wow.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yes?

Mother.

RHODES: [OVER CELLPHONE] I have your boy.

Would you like him returned?

MOTHER: Emotional blackmail.

What a nasty little ploy.

What would you have me?

Just kill him? Or torture him all night?

You never fail to disappoint, do you, Mr. Rhodes?

You still expect us to scream?

Pain, sir, is fuel.

[♪]

Apparently, pain is fuel.

Fill your boots, boys.

[GRUNTS]

This is for Limburg.

[BONES CRACKING]

[STOIC GROANS]

And this is for Marco.

- [STOIC GROANS] - [BONES CRACKING]

[JANE SOBS]

LARKIN: Move!

[SNIFFLES]

LARKIN: Someone was inspired to be a hero.

Tried to save the mate.

Give us a twirl. Come on, give us a twirl!

[SOBS]

LARKIN: Get in the corner.

[GROANS]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[GROANS]

[CHUCKLES, GRUNTS]

[STOIC GROANS]

You like this?

[GRUNTS, CHUCKLES]

[GROANS]

[LARKIN LAUGHS]

[CLICKS TONGUE]

Ooh. That's nice, isn't it?

You people...

aren't the only ones.

I've slaved, suffered,

didn't complain.

There are many forms of stoicism.

You, Mother, your cult!

So fucking pious.

[SPITS]

[SPEAKS GAELIC]

[SPEAKS GAELIC]

Indulging yourself

like a true Westerner.

Finish him off outside.

[GROANS]

[GROANS]

Come on, you fucker.

[STOIC GROANS]

Get out of here, you fuckin'...

Fucking callous fucker!

[GROANS, GRUNTS]

Piss on the fucker.

[CHUCKLES]

BRACE: Oi! What the fuck?

Where's your respect? Eh?

[SPITS]

- [GUNSHOT FIRES] - [BOTH GASP, WHIMPER]

Check him.

[♪]

He's dead.

Let's have a drink.

[POURING]

[BOTTLE CAP CLINKS]

[THUDS]

Oh.

You don't know what you're missing, boys.

[♪]

I've heard, if lucky...

the bearer would offer up a button,

therefore, surrendering the remainder of their lives

in subjugation to the Bonnets.

How do you think this one died?

How do you think he lived?

[WHIMPERS]

I want my trophy.

[SIGHS]

Um, are the women subdued for the journey?

I didn't wanna waste product.

So, I didn't.

Get the needles.

Get it done, now.

[♪]

I can go with him.

RHODES: No.

He can force himself.

[SNIFFLES]

[DOOR CREAKS SHUT]

[♪]

[SOBS SOFTLY]

[SIGHS]

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

[GRUNTS SOFTLY]

I dreamt...

that the earth rose up

and took me today.

And here we are. Mother's...

coveted Aurelius.

My trophy.

[♪]

[GROANS]

[COUGHS, SPITS]

[♪]

[GROANS, COUGHS]

[GROANS]

[GROANS, PANTS]

[♪]

[WHISTLES]

[BOTH GASP]

[♪]

[WHISTLES]

[KISSES, GRUNTS SOFTLY]

[WHISTLES]

[♪]

[STOIC GROANS]

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[CARTER GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[BOTH GRUNT]

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS, GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[CARTER GRUNTS]

[GROANS, CHOKES]

[GROANS]

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS, WHEEZES]

[♪]

[STOIC GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[PANTS]

[♪]

[GROANS SOFTLY]

Your desires and securities are now for nothing.

Your pain and what you think is pain is worthless.

You are secondary to others.

Their concerns are now only your concerns.

Do you understand?

[♪]

How do you know that he'll...

He'll know.

You two need help.

We'll get it.

Where are you going?

To prison.

[BIRD CAWING]

[PANTS]

[♪]

[BIRD CAWING]

[VEHICLE WHIRRING]

[♪]

SOPHIE: Aurelius!

[PANTS]

SOPHIA [SPEAKS SLAVISH] We owe you everythin g.

[SPEAKING SLAVISH] We owe you everythin g.

Do you understand?

Do you understand, Aurelius?

We owe you everything!

And I you.

[♪]

[♪]

[♪]

[♪]

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