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MUSIC: 'If Im Dreaming' by Tim Oliver

♪ Somewhere, sometime

♪ You'll find me around If you're dreaming

♪ Someplace, someday

♪ I'll belong in your arms In a vision

♪ Why... ♪

KEITHEN: All right, princess?

Well, you're looking lovely this evening.

Of all places...

..this is where you ran off to.

Most of the girls who run off in the middle of the night,

they do everything they can to escape this life.

SHE EXHALES SHAKILY But not you.

Out-of-the-box thinker... SHE GASPS

..who decided to go to Amsterdam and start working for yourself.

SHE BREATHES SHAKILY

I've repaid my debt.

Every single cent.

HE CHUCKLES SOFTLY

Your hands clean?

Germs... KEITHEN: Here you go, ma'am.

Look at me.

The debt you repaid was for your housing, clothes, food.

Not for your freedom. - I don't care what you say.

I'm not going back.

Funny enough...

..those were the same words the girlfriend you ran off with said.

KEITHEN: Verbatim.

- Where is she? - Back in the job.

Well...

Most of her.

MUFFLED CRY

Don't judge your friend harshly for saying where you were.

She's not a bad person.

She even insisted we offer you our apologies.

SHE CRIES Stop crying.

Let's get to the party already. We have a long ride home.

PHONE BUZZES Wait, wait, wait, wait.

HE SPEAKS DUTCH

It's your lucky night.

We've got business in Rotterdam.

MARCO: What do you think? It's gonna work?

TOBIAS: Yeah. I think we're good to go.

I'll check now.

The boosters are working. - What about the pony?

Uh-huh.

Shit.

TOBIAS: Shit! - What? What is it?

I forgot to feed Inez.

- The dog? - She likes to eat every four hours.

I'm texting Rika.

Dude, that can wait, don't you think?

I need you to focus on the container and find it.

Relax. I'm on it.

Besides, I don't know why we're out here.

We could have done this from the house.

Yes, until something goes wrong, and nothing can go wrong this time.

You worry too much. We've got this covered.

MARCO SIGHS

COMPUTER BEEPS Boom.

Boom what?

Got the container.

COMPUTER BEEPS

- We did it. - Did what?

- We did it! - Serious?

Yeah. Container's on the truck. MARCO CHUCKLES

It's out of my hands now. TOBIAS LAUGHS

MARCO: Yes! Come on.

RINGING TONE

- Is she not picking up? - No.

OK. Well, is that a good sign or a bad sign?

It's no sign.

Sloane's busy. She's not waiting around for my call.

After the miracle we just pulled off, she should be.

TYRES SQUEAL

Not really a fan of guns. FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Maybe we should get the f...

Count it.

It's fine.

Count it.

METAL CLATTERS ON FLOOR

Don't...

Don't be telling me "I told you so".

I won't.

Just as long as you don't tell me I was right.

HE CHUCKLES

- Jolie? - Ja.

Jolie. Ja.

♪ Jolie

♪ Jolie... ♪

SHE LAUGHS

Make a wish. Blow it out! SHE INHALES

Oh, I think I know what I want for your birthday.

SHE LAUGHS What did you wish for?

No, I can't tell you.

If you can't tell me, who can you tell?

SHE LAUGHS

Happy birthday.

Ah! Woohoo! GIFT RATTLES

- Oh, no. Did I break it? - Open it.

Ooh...

It's 10,000 euros.

I know it's... it's not exactly romantic, but...

..I figure who needs romance when you've got bills to pay?

Where did you get this?

I insisted on being paid up front like I promised.

Hey...

This is just the beginning.

I intend to collect all that is due to me.

Rika... I don't wanna just contribute.

I wanna be able to support you.

Us.

To make sure that we can both live happier lives.

Easier.

This is... the most romantic thing you've ever said to me.

KIERAN: 'So...'

You're the fine young entrepreneur

who's been making a name for himself in the neighbourhood, huh?

MY neighbourhood.

- I didn't know. - Didn't know?

You didn't know it was mine

or that I have a rule against anybody selling that Fentanyl shite

on the island of Ireland?

I didn't know either.

Not knowing your competition is not very good business sense, is it?

Hm?

MAN GRUNTS, WHEEZES

PHONE RINGS

MAN BREATHES RAPIDLY

Consider this your business school education.

MAN GRUNTS How's my princess?

TYRES SQUEAL

Do you hear that?

'That wouldn't be you gloating, by any chance, would it?'

Of course not.

That wouldn't be very ladylike.

HE CHUCKLES

I'm just ringing to report it's on schedule, as planned.

Well, almost makes up for your lost shipments.

More importantly, it worked.

It worked. OK. Although one swallow doesn't make it summer.

MAN GRUNTS 'I can tell you this, Da.

'It was no fluke.'

The system's up and running. 'Up and running, is it?'

Mm-hm.

Hey, cut the business tycoon lose, will you?

So, this means we have to keep those computer lads on, do we?

Yes. We still need them. This is the first step.

We're gonna need them all along the way.

Well, let's hope they don't get greedy

and turn on us like that little fucker Niels did.

'God rest his soul.' They're under control.

Plus, I have a plan to lock them in long term.

"Long term" can mean anything in this business.

Maybe you should start by putting the fear of God in them.

I'm not Farrell. I'll be offering them a fair deal.

Offer them whatever you want,

but don't offer any percentages, OK?

Percentages are for blood only.

Walsh blood.

Night, Da.

GUN COCKS

HORSES NEIGH AND WHINNY

KIERAN: Get rid of that.

ELECTRIC GUITAR SOLO

CORK POPS, CLATTERS

Ja.

CUPBOARD DOOR SLAMS

CUPBOARD DOOR SLAMS

Ooh!

Don't worry, Mama's not gonna be mad at you.

Me, on the other hand...

HE SIGHS Did you have to pick red?

HE EXHALES DEEPLY

KNUCKLES CRACK Oh...

PHONE BUZZES

I'm too busy to talk, mate.

How long do you think it would take to get a team up and running?

- 'EyeSpy?' - EyeSpy.

Team requires real money.

I'm close to finalising a deal on additional capital.

'Enough to launch.'

Yeah, well, I've heard that before, mate.

So, how long?

A week. Two at most.

But, look, I ain't got time to talk about that right now.

I'll call you later. - 'What are you doing?'

Sorting out some overdue accounting.

Is that some sort of secret coding jargon?

No, it's exactly what it sounds like.

I intend to collect every penny from every cheap bastard who stiffed me.

You're a debt collector now?

'You need some help with that?' No, I need to do this by myself.

'All right. Good for you, tough guy.'

But don't take too long, cos we need to work out our next move on EyeSpy.

On that EyeSpy note, mate, I need you to pay me 17,500 euros

for the last bit of work I did.

KISSES TEETH Right. Um...

I can do that. I...

I can talk to Jolie about making that a...

a condition of closing the financing.

Oh, we're back there, are we?

'I've got to go.'

Call you back as soon as I've sorted out my accounts.

MAN: 'You're too late, Mr Chapman.

'We closed our fiscal year last month.'

DISCONNECT TONE

WOMAN: 'We decided not to use it.

'You can't expect us to pay for an app we're not using.'

Course you can.

MAN: 'Tobias, are you there?' - Yeah. If you could just...

'Sorry. You'll have to call our head office in Dubai.'

MAN: 'Thomas, mate, you disappoint me.

'I thought you did that for a friend.'

It's Tobias, actually.

WOMAN: 'Thanks for waiting.' - Yeah, I'm still here.

- 'All of our lines are busy.' - Y...

- 'Please hold.' - Yeah, I'll hold.

HOLD MUSIC PLAYS

DOOR CLOSES

RIKA CHUCKLES Is it that bad?

I'm just getting warmed up. SHE KISSES

How was the run? - Yeah, great.

I'm not sure why I stopped. Feels like a new me.

Hey...

This your idea or hers? - Sorry.

No, don't be. I kind of love the pattern.

Maybe I'll let her try a few more.

WOMAN: 'I'm sorry for the wait, Mr Chapman.

'Are you still there?' I most certainly am.

'Mr Leenders is in a meeting and has a very busy afternoon.

'I suggest calling back next week.'

SOFT ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

CUTLERY JOSTLES

CORK POPS

To success.

- It actually worked. - Yes, it did.

Well... to the beginning and end of our successful joint venture.

You're not a little bit curious?

- About? - What we could achieve together.

HE CHUCKLES

We agreed to set up the pony...

..show it's operational, and then that's it.

It's a one-off.

That was the deal.

HE CHUCKLES SOFTLY

Tickle your imagination for a minute.

You and Tobias manage to hack

into one of the largest, most secure ports in the world,

with relative ease, might I add?

What if we took those skills

and combined them with our distribution capabilities?

Not just in shipping... but the entire pipeline?

Done right, it could be pretty potent.

"Potent".

Strong word, I like it. Would be very fucking potent.

I can't do it.

I'm on the precipice of something big with my company.

Software's almost done, and I have game-changing plans for it.

Sorry.

I understand.

So, what's your price?

I don't have a price.

Hm.

Do you gamble?

Only if I wanna lose.

Tech start-up... or fifth-generation organisation.

Which do you bet on?

- Fifth-gen, of course. - Precisely.

Let me at least show you what the operation looks like today.

And maybe brainstorm,

see what it could be in the future if we were to work together.

Drop by my office. Can't hurt, can it?

HE SCOFFS

SOFTLY: You know what I mean.

HE SIGHS

DOORBELL RINGS

INTERCOM BUZZES

Oh! OK...

HE CHUCKLES

Hm...

SHE CHUCKLES SOFTLY

No.

No way.

What is wrong with people? DOOR OPENS

You, my friend, should not be procreating.

DOOR CLOSES

What the fuck are you up to?

Reading a book on proper etiquette.

There's a whole chapter on knocking before entering.

Oh, yeah? What does it say about going behind your kin's back?

It says know the facts before throwing stones.

What's the issue?

You meeting up with that little shitebag Marco,

at your fucking place, no less!

Will I be replacing my doorman or my bodyguard?

Listen, if there's a conversation with them worth having,

I need to know about it.

What you need to know is I do my job and you do yours.

You and I both know we don't need them, Sloane!

Don't kid yourself. The ports aren't getting any easier.

Police are making more arrests than ever before.

If we stick to the old ways, our free days are numbered.

Maybe I should be having a little word with Marco and Tobias myself.

Genius doesn't work well staring down the barrel of a loaded gun.

That's why I like guns.

They don't give a shit about your IQ.

Just do us both a favour and let me handle them?

If there's any issues, you'll be the first to know.

I promise. HE SLAMS TABLE

HE SIGHS He's still here?

RECEPTIONIST: For the last five hours.

Tobias.

I only have a minute. - This won't take half that.

My invoice? It's past due.

I can see that. Uh...

I'll be straight. - Fine by me.

As long as it ends up with you writing a cheque.

Payment of this invoice is gonna be a problem.

I did the work. What's the problem?

And you did very well. But that's the problem.

Your software not only tracked every invoice, credit card charge

and payment that was made by all the employees at the company.

It also cross-referenced them.

Wasn't that the goal?

In theory, yes. Keeping everyone accountable.

But unfortunately, you made it track

every location of each employee while they were travelling,

which created a fairly... obvious pattern.

It seemed like a good way to identify and reduce redundancy.

Maybe, but because of your tracking program,

it became obvious that our CEO, my boss,

had a very similar travel itinerary to our marketing manager.

Lovely lady, even though there's really no rational reason to this...

..sticky situation. - Yeah. I noticed that.

But what you may not have noticed is our CFO is the wife of our CEO.

And if she got wind of any of this, well...

bad day at the office for everyone.

Therefore, your program does not exist.

Neither does this, which she would have to sign off on.

That's bullshit. I did solid work.

Sorry. It's out of my hands.

You know, this is interesting - I've often wondered what I might do

if I had intimate knowledge of a... sticky situation.

Hm.

Am I above blackmail?

Blackmail?

Jolie?

You fucking cock balls.

- Who the fuck are you? - Jolie, my woman.

You're Babydoll?

Exactly what I imagined, minus the brain cells.

You... stay... way.

Why don't you keep her away from me?

You stay way.

With pleasure.

Next time, I pull face through asshole.

BABYDOLL ASCENDS STAIRS

Hey, that's my dinner. BABYDOLL GRUNTS

DOOR CLOSES, MARCO SIGHS

ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

WRENCH CLICKS

ENGINE REVS, BRAKES SQUEAK

ENGINE POWERS OFF, DOOR OPENS

Any of youse expecting someone? DOOR CLOSES

GUN COCKS

ALARM BUZZES

You lost?

I'm looking for your sister.

Is that so?

I'm here. Come on in.

Hey.

What happened to you?

- Er, nothing. - Doesn't look like nothin'.

Let me see.

It's fine.

It's not fine. Who did that to you?

Leave it.

She asked you a question, so fucking answer it.

HE SIGHS

It's... my ex.

She's dating this pea-brained Neanderthal,

which is fine.

He struggles with jealousy.

Or "roid rage". - OK. Does he have a name?

- Why? What's the difference? - Name.

I don't know. He goes by "Babydoll".

Wouldn't surprise me if that was on his birth certificate.

She was... obviously looking for something polar opposite of me.

- Thanks for sharing that, man (!) - OK.

Now for the more pressing question.

What the fuck is he doing here?

We're having a conversation about a potential partnership.

We are, are we?

What does that entail?

- Just a conversation. - I wasn't asking you.

Well, you're more than welcome to join us if you'd like to discuss

revolutionising our transportation and distribution systems,

using encrypted data networks, AI-generated digital interference

and multi-port transfers using mesh-enhanced ponies.

Don't forget the real-time electronic tracking.

And that.

You know what, I don't understand a fuck

what you guys are going on about, but nothing happens

without me signing off on it, is that understood?

We hear you, Farrell. So does everyone else.

Ha-ha-ha (!)

While you two have your fucking nerd conversation,

I'll be here tuning me engine.

ALARM BUZZES

We fuckin' running a knocking shop now?

Who the fuck are you?

Irish, huh?

I'd like to have a word with the owner of that Volkswagen.

Hey, Marco.

Do you know these people?

NATHALIE: Judicial police.

Just have a few more questions for you.

What the fuck about?

I'm in charge here. How can I help you?

Uh... What is this?

What it looks like. An auto repair shop.

Anything else happen here?

Like...?

Like... running drugs?

- I'm sorry, do you have a warrant? - Do we need a warrant?

Because you can either cooperate with us and answer a few questions,

or we can have a warrant in 15 minutes.

And in 16 minutes, we'll have a team of investigators

crawling in every crevice of this shop.

On what grounds?

For starters, what are those bricks over there?

- Oh! - Oh!

Easy now, please. Just asking a few questions.

They were the wrong fucking questions.

You, get over there. - I didn't do anything.

- Get the fuck over there! - Please, tell them, it wasn't me.

I have nothing to do with this.

You'll all be feeding the fucking frogs tonight.

Let's not do anything you'll regret.

The only thing I regret is letting this little prick live.

So, lucky for me, I'm getting a second chance.

Close the door.

I swear, you can trust me. I... I don't know them.

DOOR SLIDES SHUT

GUNSHOT

METAL RATTLING

MUFFLED: No, fuck!

Fuck!

Motherfucker!

You two, check the fucking perimeter!

- Fucking hell, man. - Any idea who they were?

Not a fucking clue.

Someone who doesn't want us playing in their backyard.

What about these two?

They're gone. But there's a cop car outside.

Right... We'll have to make it into a piece of art.

HE PANTS SOFTLY

FARRELL: Get up.

MARCO BREATHES SHAKILY

Get the fuck up!

These two your little friends?

Huh? - Huh? No.

No. No, I-I... I didn't tell them anything abou...

about you or y-your operation or this place.

I don't believe a word that comes out of your little fuckin' snout.

Think about it.

Why am I here if they showed up and I'm helping them? Why?

SLOANE: He's right.

He's smarter than that.

- I gotta go. - You're not going anywhere.

Too many unanswered questions, some of which involve you.

How does this involve me?

Can you please ask him not to point this fucking thing at me?

Farrell. Please.

We need level heads.

And the same goes for you.

The police followed you here, which means you're involved somehow.

So let's just deal with this, and we'll figure the rest out later.

FARRELL: Hey.

So sweet, isn't it?

ENGINE REVS

I need to know who they were.

Can you help?

Please.

That'd be a job for Tobias.

I know.

TOBIAS: 5K each just to ID some guy?

Yeah, I know, it's ridiculous, right?

- Any hints of who he is? - No. I just sent you the photos.

Someone they're considering doing business with.

What, and they don't even know his name?

Just an alias.

TOBIAS: Is that blood?

Has he got a criminal record?

I believe it is. Has he got a criminal record?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe.

Probably, but do we care?

Not from where I'm sitting. Money is money.

I must admit, I'm starting to like our new mates.

They pay well, and they pay up front.

Yeah, they're all right. MARCO GRUNTS

Where's Rika?

At one of her buildings, dealing with more headaches.

I swear, she's got more patience than anyone I know.

But one of these days, I think her head might just pop off.

If it were me, I'd lose my shit every day.

MARCO: Yeah, me too.

It's funny, I never saw this working out.

- What? Me and you? - No.

You and Rika.

Why not?

Don't take it the wrong way, but... you...

Relationships are complicated.

You haven't really had a lot of experience

in the dating world, which is cool.

Being a savant takes time and focus.

She's the best thing that's ever happened to me.

I can't lose her. - You won't.

PHONE BUZZES

How far, wide and deep do you want me to go on this?

To the end of the fucking internet.

BUZZING CONTINUES, HE SIGHS

I gotta take this.

MARCO: Jolie.

HE CHUCKLES

TOOLS WHIRRING

Excuse me!

RAISES VOICE: Hello?

WHIRRING CONTINUES

CASING CLATTERS

SCREAMS: Oi! TOOLS POWER DOWN

There is blood and bullets everywhere.

In other words, evidence.

I want it cleared up, every last bit of it.

Now!

PHONE BUZZES

Yes? - 'Hi, is this Sloane?'

- Who is this? - 'Steven.

'We have an appointment to discuss my sperm.'

Not a good time, pal.

SHE BREATHES SHAKILY

- Any luck? - Not yet.

But plenty more places left to dig.

DOOR CLOSES

We lost him about an hour ago.

I was starting to think this guy must be MI5 or CIA or some shit.

He's a proper ghost.

I couldn't find a trace of him anywhere, but...

..I decided I needed to think outside of the usual.

So I breezed through Insta.

TYPING ON KEYBOARD What, like, Instagram?

- You can't be serious. - Well, I didn't find him.

I just saw a load of weird people doing strange things.

Then I tried TikTok. - Toby, serious?

I know. Even weirder people doing even stranger things.

Including...

VIDEO PLAYS ..this guy.

WOMAN SPEAKS ON VIDEO

That him?

That's the same guy.

VIDEO PAUSES The woman is Austrian.

She's got a few hundred thousand followers.

He's in a handful of her videos.

She calls him Oncko,

or her "Dutch Gen Z Warrior" when he's a good boy.

THEY CHUCKLE

Cross-referenced that with every database

in the Netherlands I could hack into...

..and landed on this school photo.

- You're a fucking wonder. - I know.

Mm... SHE KISSES

Are you OK?

Fine.

Who does this fuck work for?

Not on Linkedln.

We don't know yet.

Whoever they are, they obviously lack

a certain amount of competitive civility.

Respect for the competition.

Did anything seem off in Vienna? - No.

I think we should hold off on the next drop

till we get a better handle on this.

We can't let these fucking... wannabe gangsters

riding their kiddie motorcycles scare us.

We do that, and they'll run us off the continent.

We need to fucking let them know we're here to stay.

OK. I think you're right.

So what are you suggesting?

I don't wanna interrupt, but I should be excusing myself right now.

FARRELL: Yeah, yeah, yeah, not so fast.

With all your... whiz-bang technology,

can we get in touch with this arsehole?

We haven't been lucky so far.

Although Tobias did manage to track down

the girlfriend's phone number, email and home address.

He was, was he?

DOORBELL RINGS

IN OWN LANGUAGE:

SHE CHUCKLES

DOOR OPENS Closed.

DOOR CLOSES I said "closed".

SLOANE: Are you Babydoll?

- Who are you? - Shut your mouth.

Jesus, Marco wasn't lying. He is a Neanderthal.

I'm Marco de Bont's guardian angel.

And if you touch him again, well...

BABYDOLL GRUNTS

Are we clear? BABYDOLL WHEEZES

WHISPERS: I think we're clear.

BEER FIZZES

Everything all right?

What do you mean?

Well, your mouth's usually moving and words are coming out.

Lots of words. - Fuck off.

TOBIAS CHUCKLES

We're making decent money for the first time since I don't know when.

There's no reason to be down.

Trying to figure some things out.

- EyeSpy? - Maybe.

The Irish?

Maybe.

There's no reason we can't do it all.

MARCO SCOFFS

What?

It's fucking complicated.

TOBIAS CHUCKLES

The fuck are you giggling about?

There's nothing that Marco de Bont touches

that isn't anything less than complicated.

Yeah, right.

BEER SPLASHES Oi!

Fuck off.

- Oh, God! - Fuck off!

♪ Fucking up these racks Just to make it back in one night

♪ She do it for the set So I set her up a good life... ♪

Hm.

RAP MUSIC CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND

So, Boss is a bit perturbed.

Thinks we can do better. - The Irish are stubborn.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

All men are stubborn. Even the good ones.

Not that I know any.

What now?

We turn up the volume...

..so it becomes loud and clear to these Irish fucks

they need to swim back to their own shithole of an island.

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