All language subtitles for The.Debt.Collector.2018.1080P.Bluray.X264-[Yts.Am] (ENGLISH)

Is he here?

You know he is.

Well, can you call him?

We'd like to talk.

Class is over for today, lads.

Unless you fancy
signing up for the next one.

You know, French, I like you.

Do you?

But you can't run
a business for shit.

We can.

Our schools are growing and turning
a profit, while your traditional style of

teaching is becoming
more obsolete by the day.

Oh, really?

Why is that, then?

Because you dish out black
belts like they're penny sweets?

Oi!

You can tell your man to
put his tape measure away.

It's only a matter
of time, French.

I have cash here today.

I can pay to transfer the name on
the lease into my corporate account.

You can walk away a rich man.

No shame.

What do you say?

I say you're full of shit.

French.

$10,000.

We'll buy your lease today.

Next week, my
offer will be seven.

The following week, five.

Can you see where this is going?

Do you want to get
your shoes off my mat?

For once in your life,
make a smart decision.

I said get those
shoes off my mat.

Or what?

Well, I guess we could do this
the old-fashioned way, couldn't we?

Yeah?

You and I could have a
little dance around this mat.

See who comes out on top.

If you win, all right,
I'll move out today.

But if I win, then you
three can get the fuck out.

And I'll never show your
face around here again.

You want to fight me?

Oh, I'll fight all
three of you cunts.

Like a kung fu movie?

Yeah, that's it, mate.

Like a fucking kung fu movie.

Come on, then.

All right!

How long was I out?

It's Tuesday, mate.

Keep the ice on your nose.

You'll be okay.

Close the door on the
way out, lads, yeah?

Come on.

Hey, back kick.

Oh, slap it, French.

Yeah, of course it was.

There's some show
you put on there, French.

It's just that those blokes don't
come back and torch the place.

My insurance just expired.

You're in trouble, aren't you?

Yeah, you could say that.

I don't suppose you got to
talk to your man, did you, Alex?

I mean, I could really
use the extra cash.

It's not for you.

Look, you're a tough guy.

You're also a good guy.

I ain't that good, mate.

You saw what I did
to that lot, didn't you?

French, your life would be a lot easier
if you would just sign over the lease.

Oh, come on.

For ten grand?

What am I going to
do with ten grand?

I've got to pay
the bank back first.

Then I'll have to get a car.

I'll have to pay the rent.

And then what?

This is my gym.

I'll build it up.

I built the whole
thing from scratch.

I plastered those walls myself.

I cut the mats.

I worked too hard to have dickheads like
that come in and steamroll all over it.

Come on, mate, I need your help.

I'll do anything
to keep this place.

French, people say that all
the time, but they rarely mean it.

Well, I mean it.

I'm up for it.

This line of work, it
doesn't lead to a better life.

The money's good,
but it comes at a price.

Demand's on your conscience.

I'm your friend.

I don't want to be the guy
who drags you into this, French.

You've become a big boy, Alex.

I can look after myself.

I'll remind you
that you said that.

It's not really up to me.

You're going to have to
sell yourself to Tommy.

Tommy?

Yeah, Tommy.

It's his operation.

No one works for Tommy
that he doesn't approve of.

Now, I'll make the
introduction, but you are going

to have to convince him
that you're up to the work.

Thanks, Alex.

Don't thank me, French.

It's not that kind of job.

I know you're in there, French.

I heard you on the fire escape.

You're three months late.

I'm close to calling
some nasty fucks to get it.

The gym's in a bit of a
slump at the moment,

mate, but I'm hoping
it's going to pick up.

Who gives a shit?

Just pay up.

Yeah, all right.

Just give me one week, okay?

One week.

Maybe in that time, you can fix
the garbage chute in this shithole.

Just pay your fucking rent.

Loser!

You all right?

Watch how you move.

Don't swagger.

It weakens you.

Speak softly.

Make them listen to you.

Look at anybody with true power.

They don't make
flamboyant gestures.

They keep it tight.

Concise.

And above all,
avoid eye contact.

Why's that?

Because that's your trump card.

Save that for when you
want to hammer a point home.

And don't go carving
out a reputation.

Leave that to me.

I've got a team of
lawyers on call 24-7.

You don't.

Just tell them you're doing
collections for Tommy.

My name's all you'll ever need.

Can you look after yourself?

Yeah.

Speak up if you're going
to do collections for me.

Yes, I can look after myself.

I was a power trooper with
the Majesty's Service 15 years.

I've seen my fair share of
firefights and frackers, so... Yeah.

I'll get it done.

You sure?

The roads I have you driving down,
the doors I have you knocking down,

they're a long way from
Her Majesty's Service.

Listen, Mr. Kowalski, I...

I really need this job.

So you don't have
to worry about me.

I've been fighting for as
long as I can remember,

and I'll crack a skull
or two if I have to.

I'll hold you to that.

I've got a guy who won't
mind sharing the vig.

He's got a full
plate this weekend.

So it's a good time for
you to start learning to run.

He may be comin' off a decade-long
bender, but he is... one of my best.

Sounds good.

And get yourself a nice suit.

You need to look professional
when you represent me.

You're early.

It's 9 o'clock.

I'm trying.

Yeah,

you'll get used to it.

French.

You don't sound French.

I'm not.

Tommy give you the whole
representing me suit speech, eh?

Internationally.

You got the big breakdown?

Yeah.

Jesus, Tommy likes to get
his money's worth, yeah?

I'm good.

They tell me you've done
much of this kind of work.

Not really, mate.

This is my first day.

Wasn't it just fucking peachy?

I'll be honest with you, no big.

It's not an easy way to
make a gig, you know?

We earn our money
the hard way here.

Yeah, it's all right,
because I'm a grafter.

I don't need a grafter.

I need someone with
big balls and a fast fist.

Well, lucky for you, I
got both of them, all right?

Have you now?

Yeah.

Well, you go to the gym, do you?

Look, mate, I can
handle myself, all right?

So you don't need to worry.

I got your back.

Well, you better.

This partnership's
gonna be very swift.

Look, I could use a coffee.

You drive.

My heart's fucking pounding.

You ever driven a
car like this before?

I ain't even ever seen a
car like this before, mate.

Well, treat her with the
respect that she deserves.

Don't do me a favor.

Watch the white walls.

Anything else?

Yeah, we drive on the
right side of the road.

Oh, yeah, well done.

I've never heard
that one before.

How you doing?

Take two cups and a cup
of coffee, please, yeah?

Sure.

Cream and sugar in your coffee?

Yeah, please.

One taste of Italy and, uh...

one vanilla.

Here you go, Frenchy.

I got your vanilla.

You know what?

It's a bit early
for me, I think.

I'm all right.

Do you want it?

I'm good.

Here we go.

Two serving three,
one vanilla in straight.

No, no.

Keep it.

Slept on my spectacles
again last night.

I cracked them in half.

Tommy never said you
were gonna lie to me.

Yeah, I'm a-lie me.

But don't worry.

Lived in America long enough to
be able to take that as a compliment.

It wasn't menace one.

So who we got?

Oliver Waldstein.

Ollie.

$17,500 in the hole.

What's the number
beside the name?

Uh, it's a ten.

What's a ten mean?

Physical warning
with some prejudice.

Doesn't say there was
any other calls from us.

Name next to the
number says it's up.

I'm sure it was
fucking meathead.

Right.

Does that go to bed?

It's knee, though.

Shall we?

Ugh.

Officially, we're
mediators, not enforcers.

Officially, we're
mediators, not enforcers.

But sometimes
that line gets blurred.

And if you find that
troubling, detach yourself.

It's easy to say.

Not if it won't count.

So what do we do
if they're armed?

They probably ain't gonna
say so on the paperwork.

So, uh, don't worry, Doris.

You'll be just fine, okay?

Oh, what are you doing?

Give it a knock
already, will ya?

All right.

And then what?

I don't know.

Ask if Ali can come
out to play or something.

Ugh!

God damn it.

Quiet.

Shut the fuck up.

Someone's at the door.

Just be quiet.

Shh.

One of them looks like Sue.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Sue?

Sue who?

Who is she?

Try again.

You didn't knock hard enough.

Just get the door.

Say whatever the
fuck you have to say.

Just stall them, okay?

Please.

Are they cops?

You wish they were cops.

They collect for Big Tommy.

Is that a gun?

No, Trista, it's a pistol.

You just need to stay here and
you need to get to the fucking door.

I just want you to go over to the
door and, uh, don't let them in, okay?

Let's go.

Don't push me.

Be quiet.

I told you, didn't I?

Hello, sweetheart.

We're here to see Oliver.

He ain't here.

Well, we kind of know he's in
there, so... Get lost, asshole.

You have the wrong house.

Out of the back.

Go, go, go.

Okay, give me the
keys and go after them.

What?

What do you mean, what?

Go after them.

I'll meet you around the...
Give me the keys, newbie!

The keys!

Jesus Christ.

It's his fucking shot at me.

Well, you hit.

No.

And go.

It's his fucking shot.

Go after him.

Fucking hell.

Go.

You motherfucker!

Get out of the fucking car!

Get out, you motherfucker!

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit!

Oh, fuck!

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Sit up!

Sit up!

So...

The police are gonna be
here in a minute, Oliver.

Do I need to worry about
what you've been telling?

No, sir.

You've been having a good time
with someone else's money, Ollie.

And there's still the issue of
$17,500 that needs to be addressed.

So address it.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

And consider this a warning.

What are you doing?

What's wrong with you?

I think I banged my
head off the concrete.

My feet are fucking killing me.

I didn't realize we were
doing this much running.

Maybe you should have left your
dancing shoes at home, Rookie.

Well, I brought them
with the suit, didn't I?

Well, maybe you shouldn't have.

Was it really necessary to smash
the door into that bird's base?

Actually, yes, it was.

Here.

Here, it takes the next one.

So aren't we supposed
to be debt collectors yeah?

We didn't collect anything.

The Tens are warning
we're prejudice.

No wig but Tommy
pays 300 each for those.

So hey, you know.

What's next on the wig?

RB Small.

Lancashire Boulevard.

We should have taken some
pull for the friendship, come on.

Get with the program.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm still trying to
come to terms with the

fact that The fact that
I've just been shot at.

You know, you expect it in Iraq, you
don't expect it in the fucking suburbs.

Wait a minute, you
saw some action, yeah?

Yeah, I've had a
few feelings, yeah.

Well, what's the problem then?

Look, you said that if they were
armed, they would have said so in this.

Yeah?

Do you remember that?

One newsflash, mate.

They were armed.

Did you complain
so much over there?

Alright, here we go.

Harvey's also finance.

Yeah.

Harvey's got a dire
gambling problem.

There's over a hundred
grand in the pit, which makes

this a four thousand dollar
vigorous on the number five.

Right, okay, so the lower
the number, the tougher

the collection, but
the more it pays, yeah?

That, plus, Harvey thinks he's a player
all of a sudden these days, you know?

I hate these low-rent
heavies out of South Central.

Got wise with Tommy, which...

Tommy did not like.

Which is why we're
giving four grand for this.

Last visit was Mad
Alex and the Serb, but

they left with their
tail between their legs.

So how did Tommy take that?

Standard procedure.

He upped the vig
and he sent us instead.

Alright, let me just get
something straight, Stu, alright?

Last job was a ten, yeah?

Should have been a
fucking walk in the park.

But I was shot at,
you ran some dickhead

over, and I was dragged
along by a moving car.

Now this one's a five, yeah?

But you're telling me that
last time Mad Alex and

the Serb got marched out
by a bunch of gangbangers?

Now I'm sorry, I know
I'm new to this and all, but I

really think Tommy needs to
rethink his numbering system.

That's all I'm saying.

One man's ten's another
man's five, I guess.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

We're, uh, we're
looking for Harvey.

What can I do for
you, gentlemen?

Are you Harvey?

No.

Well, maybe you can
take us to see Harvey.

Well, he's busy.

Is there something
specific I can help you with?

Listen, mate, just, uh,
point us in the direction

of Harvey and we'll
be on our way, yeah?

Jeanette?

Jeanette?

Make that call to Mr. Massey?

I sure hope that phone
call's only for Harvey.

Hi, sir.

Think it's time to test
that metal, yes, Frenchy?

It's just French.

Fuck me.

Look, look.

Whatever he's paying
you, I'll double it.

I'll trip you.

Oh, my God!

Come on.

Give me your legs.

Give me your fucking legs.

Wait.

I've got to pee.

If I was you, I
wouldn't move, Harvey.

You gotta fucking do
something, or what?

Excuse me, I'm
watching Harvey, okay?

I can't get away with this.

Shut up!

There are no witnesses.

You could just walk away, let me
be, and I will make it the best financial

decision you boys have made since
hiring that limo driver on prom night.

Look, just tell
Tommy I wasn't here.

Whatever the Vig is, I will...

I will quadruple it.

To be honest, Harvey,
the Vig ain't that special.

What does he want you to do?

I don't wanna know.

What?

What is it?

It's a kneecap.

Or two.

Oh, no!

No, no, no!

May I?

You might wanna run
that by Harvey, Jeanette.

Never mind the cops, Jeanette!

Call me a goddamn ambulance!

Go over here.

Why?

This isn't on the list.

Relax, French, you just
got a quick pick up to make.

Oh, fuck's sake.

What the fuck did you do?

What did you do?

I asked you one thing.

To watch the White Walls.

Yeah?

No, first of all, mate, you got
me doing all the driving here.

Driving you around like
you miss fucking Daisy.

Just because you've had
one too many shandies

and you look and
you smell like shit.

Then you have me take point on
a job I've never even done before.

And then, after dodging
bullets, I get attacked by a couple

of the biggest bastards I've
ever seen before in my life.

And it's not even
fucking noon yet.

So forgive me for not giving a shit
about the White Walls on this fucking boat.

You done with your hissy fit?

No, I don't think
I am, actually.

Because I don't know whether
you were paying attention,

but I just got thrown
through a fucking wall.

I wouldn't be too
sensitive about that, kid,

especially after the way
you just handled yourself.

You're good for business.

And I'm sorry that I made you drive
my luxury vintage 1971 Coupe de Ville.

Thought it'd be a nice
gesture to give you a sense of

self-worth on your first
day, but I guess it wasn't.

Well, it is a pretty nice car.

When we get through this weekend,
if we get through this weekend...

we can talk about
my White Walls, yeah?

So that was a five, was it?

Yeah?

Five?

More of a fight
than a regular five.

Oh, you could say
that again, mate.

Let me tell you
something, Frenchy.

You've got a dark
side to you, brother.

I mean, you took these
guys out like a champ.

And you like to train every day, so I
thought you'd appreciate the workout.

Well, no, actually, mate.

I didn't appreciate it.

Or maybe I did a little bit.

Good.

I'll be right back.

Wipe your face.

You look like a vampire.

Check this out.

You know there's meant to
be two L's in thrilling, right?

Was that you?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Oh, shit, you're in a movie?

Yeah.

Oh, shit.

A few old B-movies back
in the day, you know?

Yeah?

Yeah.

That's pretty cool, man.

Looks like a piece
of shit, though.

Yeah, it was, but at least
I'm on the poster, yeah?

Looks just like you, mate.

What did they do?

Did they cut your eyes out and
stick them on there, did they?

I'm hungry.

Let's get something to eat.

You're a ninja, then, yeah?

What an awful name.

I hope there's
some fucking alias.

Well, this is a pretty
nice neighborhood.

And so should be.

Gordo's a two.

Ten of five and a
two in one afternoon.

It's a busy day in
the office, Frenchy.

Gordo, he's in the whole 40K.

We get half of that,
we're in business, yeah?

Yeah.

Hang on a minute.

Harvey owed a
hundred grand, right?

But what was he, a five?

This guy owes 40 grand.

He's a two.

How's that work?

Tommy dishes out the numbers based
on the level of violence the client wants.

There's no rhyme or
reason to it, Frenchy, so don't

waste gray matter trying
to figure that one out.

Gordo's a two.

A bake and take.

Bake and take?

Yeah.

Turn up the heat
and take the money.

Turn up the heat
and take the money.

Fuck's sake.

What do you two just want?

Well, not you, Queen
Bee, that's for sure.

What'd you call me?

You know, for a big guy,
you got beautiful fucking eyes.

You could be a model.

I think it's best you two jokers
come back on Halloween.

Well, listen to this guy.

Give him a compliment.

Some people are Frenchy.

He should really take
the compliment, mate.

He doesn't give out many.

Yeah.

I got shit to do.

I bet you can shift
some fucking tin.

You're a big guy.

There you go.

That's two compliments
in quick succession.

You're on a roll there, mate.

You need to fuck off, Punch!

and Judy.

Mmmkay, maybe we gonna
get off to a bad start here, Missou.

This is French.

I don't think he's paying.

We're here to see Gordon.

Is he in?

No, he's not in.

Well my compliments aren't
good enough for you-FUCK YOU.

THERE YOU GO, PIECE
OF FUCKING SHIT.

Don't say anything, Angelica.

Good morning, Mr. Karp.

Mrs. Karp.

I presume you both
know why I'm here?

No.

No.

40,000.

Oh, yeah.

There is that.

You didn't take
care of that, Gordy?

You dumb son of a bitch.

Just, where's Mano?

What the hell is going on here?

What do you guys think you are?

A couple of fucking
Lone Star desperados?

Coming into my home
and trying to intimidate me?

Do you have any idea who I am?

I'm in with Big Tommy.

Gordo, we work for Big
Tommy, you fucking fool.

I guess that changes things.

Listen, you tell me how much to pay, and
I'll make sure you have every penny of it.

By noon tomorrow.

This is what's gonna
happen, Gordo.

You're gonna take my
man Mr. French here to

whatever room it is that
you keep all your cash.

Then you will proceed to take
out as much capital as you can.

And hopefully when he counts
it, he doesn't need to fuck you up.

Mrs. Karp can stay
down here with me.

In case hurting you doesn't help
our cause, maybe I'll start in on her.

Is that okay with
you, sweetheart?

He's not gonna touch you, honey.

Gordo, I've been doing
this a very long time.

I'll do whatever
the fuck it takes.

The safe is
downstairs in the office.

Angelica!

Fuck you, Gordy.

That's right, fuck you, Gordy.

Come on.

Look, look, I know I'm late.

I can't help it.

I'm a procrastinator.

I can't even pay a bill until the
second final notice comes in.

I mean, it drives
Angelica crazy.

I mean, rightfully so, huh?

$4,000, Gordy, let's go.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

They gave you a
cutoff amount, right?

I mean, I figured that
would suffice, right?

A compromise?

I will fuck you up, Gordy.

I will fuck you up.

Just stop trying to negotiate
and just dig out the cash.

Okay.

You're on a percentage, right?

Huh?

Listen.

We can make a deal.

$5,000 for you.

And $5,000 for Tommy.

You can buy your new suit with
the additional $500 cut he'd pay you.

Get up.

Yeah?

Yeah, yeah.

Oh!

Come on, Gordy.

Come on, Gordy.

Where's the key, Gordy?

Where's the key?

Give me the key.

It's not there.

No, it's not there.

Where's the key?

I can't remember.

I'm nervous.

You're nervous, are you?

Yeah, I can't remember.

Yeah?

You're not going to miss your
short-term memory much, are you, mate?

Gordy, I haven't
got time for this.

Where's the fucking key?

Hurry up.

Is that it?

Give it me.

Come on.

Fuck me.

What the fuck?

Jesus Christ, get this over underground
in here, you masochistic prick.

You had the money all along and
you still chose to take a beating.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I'm parsimonious.

It's not going to
these guys, Gordy.

Right?

It's not a game.

You need to work more on
your self-preservation, mate.

You listening?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Oh, fuck.

You left the guy up and everything, but
does he really need to shag his misses?

Damn straight I did.

She was smoking hard,
and opportunities like that

don't fall into my lap
too often, so to speak.

Well, that's a
valid point, I guess.

And?

Well, I don't know.

I guess I don't like being
the reason someone

had a fucking
horrible day, that's all.

You better check that
conscience of yours, Jiminy Cricket,

otherwise it's going to be a
long weekend for you, sunshine.

Yeah, keep that in mind.

He didn't give that
up easy, did he?

No, no, no.

And get this right.

The guy had enough money on him to
be a loan shark himself, not to own one.

Still had to slap him
about a bit, though.

I don't understand
people sometimes, no.

Tell me about it.

I once hung a guy's kid
out the window until he paid.

He had the money all along.

I mean, it was his own child.

You wouldn't have dropped
the kid, though, right?

I'm kind of hoping
that I can remember.

But I must admit, Frenchy,
I was being lazy that day.

I should have taken it
out on my father, yeah?

The moral compass in this business is
like a bitless hand grenade, you know?

You still got that wind
in your sails, Frenchy?

Yeah, of course I have.

Listen... Come and see.

These guys ain't in
our docket, are they?

Yeah, we've got the
money already, right?

We don't make a penny
getting into it with the money.

These dickheads.

Yeah.

We could run from hired
muscle like this, but if

Tommy finds out, we
might as well keep running.

Besides, I hate to be
the one to break it to you.

Part of your job description
is to watch my back, yeah?

Yeah, all right.

But don't make it all out
to me this time, will you?

Because I'll roll
inside of the rain, baby.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Come on, lift me up.

A little pause...

and we are back.

I tell you what, today's
been a surreal day for me.

Is it like this every
time you go out?

No, I'm going to be
straight with you, friendship.

Today we had more
than that fair share.

Oh yeah, I can say that again.

Have you seen my suit?

Yeah, I've seen your suit.

It's the cheapest
suit I've ever seen.

I wouldn't worry
too much about that.

This suit cost me $89.99, right?

Tie included.

Don't you look like
a used car salesman.

Get rid of it.

Ditch it.

I'll wear my goose, all right?

Fucking hell.

I didn't have to crack
this many skulls in a rack.

Come on, wasn't
that bad, was it?

Everyone's first
day's a little difficult.

You'll get used to it.

As far as your technique,
that was your MMA, yeah?

Yeah, MMA.

You're a boxer, right?

Footwork's pretty good.

Yeah, I've still got the power, but speed's
been going for a long time now, yeah?

I'll tell you what, Frenchie,
let's call it a night, yeah?

Take me home when you pick
me up in the morning, yeah?

Hey, sweetheart, can
you come get this, please?

Be right there, sir.

So, what's on the
menu for tonight?

Coco got me working
on the west side.

Two Arab sheiks or
something like that.

Big cashola.

Yeah.

Hey, wait a minute.

Come here.

Take a look at this.

I found it.

What?

Is that the one?

It sure is.

That's me right there.

I played the bad
guy in this one.

Doesn't he smell thrilling?

Yeah, back then it was a
little different, you know?

Plus, these low budgets,
you know how they are.

Yeah, I do.

Oh, babe, I could, uh,
really use some green.

How much you need, babe?

Um, I could put 300 a good use.

There you go.

Thanks, babe.

Here's a few, babe.

Listen, I want
you to be careful.

Barbossa called me today.

He was asking about you.

It's weird.

What do you want?

Nothing, really, but I know
enough about that creep

to know you don't want
to be messing with him.

He's hurt a lot of people.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Don't worry, I'll be careful.

Thanks, sweetheart.

Hey, Shawn, how you doing, man?

Hey, Stu, what's up?

Hey, uh, Lola's
supposed to be working.

Is she coming in?

Oh, you know how she is.

She'll be here.

One for the tab, yeah?

So, how's business?

Business is good.

How about you?

I'm cruising, man.

Cheers.

Cheers.

You good?

Mm-hmm.

Let's go.

What are you selling?

Give me a look.

It's already sold.

That's not what I asked you.

Give me a look.

I want to see
what you're selling.

What kind's that again?

It's a German MP40.

I doubt you'll ever see one.

Oh, you doubt it?

Don't be so condescending,
you fucking pedophile jerk.

You working on my order?

Don't worry, Tommy.

It's a rare piece.

It's a difficult one to find.

You better smile that you're
gonna talk to me like that.

Good job, boys.

On all three accounts.

I just got off the phone
with Rick's people in Reno.

Harvey's sped up in full, so our
stock has gone up after yesterday.

I'm gonna give you the sweet
little gig that just fell into my lap.

Hey, boss.

Hey, French.

I heard you were on board.

It's a shame they saddled you up
with this piss-stained fossil, though.

How you doing, Alex?

I'm all right.

Oh, by the way, we got
the call about Harvey.

You know, don't worry about it.

We got the job done for
you yesterday, so whatever.

You got it, Padre?

You got it, Padre?

You got it, Padre?

You got it, Padre?

Shall we go outside?

Sure.

Tommy, French.

It's a nice piece
you're buying, Alex.

Very expensive.

Understanding you
need a bigger arsenal.

You must have...

really got your cage shook
bad, you know, and I...

I'm sorry, you know, it's a
terrible thing, losing your nerve.

Fuck you, old man.

I'll show you my nerve
any time you're ready for it.

Don't tell Lola you said hello.

You keep drinking
yourself to sleep, Susan.

And remember something.

When you kiss her...

I used to cum in her mouth
after fucking her in the... Later.

You're a classy guy, Alex.

You're a very classy guy.

Go and enjoy your day.

Tommy.

You okay?

I'm good, Tommy.

Can you drive?

Let's go.

All right, we'll talk about
the job... in the caddy.

Actually, French,
you mind driving?

The other side
of the road, right?

Yeah.

All right.

I thought I told you
to get a nice suit.

The suit didn't make it
past the first day, Tommy.

Well, I'm hearing good
things about yesterday.

Sue said you handled
yourself like a frog.

Yeah, cheers.

Did you enjoy it?

Well, I had its ups and
downs, but yeah, it was fine.

Fine?

I got the most glowing with you.

What do you think?

He's got potential, Tommy.

That's your potential, I hear.

Where is he?

In his den.

Tommy.

Tommy, my man.

It's good to see you, man.

Why don't you take a seat, man?

Make yourself comfortable.

Fellas, you want
something to eat, drink?

Something to calm your nerves?

My nerves are fine.

How are you?

Oh, man, I've never been
an admirer of the morning.

I do my best work at night.

But I get out of
bed for you, Tommy.

You know why?

Huh?

Because we're tight, right?

We got history.

And it's very important to me.

It means I can trust you.

Of course.

You remember Sue?

Of course I do.

How you doing, golden boy?

I'm getting along.

That's French.

The guy I was telling you about.

It's good to meet you, Frenchie.

It's good to meet you, too.

He's just French, by the way.

You know what?

What is that?

Is that a limey accent
and a frog name?

This is the man of the world.

Yeah, I'm diverse.

Yeah, you sure are, Mr. French.

It's still just French.

What have you
got for us, Barbosa?

I got this skinny, charming,
Irish motherfucker.

Used to manage one of
my joints over on Melrose.

I found out that he's been skimming
from the till to the end of his life.

You know, this petty fuck has been
taking more than double the tax tip.

You know what I mean?

It happens.

Yeah, I can be a
magnanimous motherfucker.

Ask any of my crew.

Ask my girls.

I took this fucker in, cleaned him
up, gave him a position, wiped his ass.

This motherfucker takes and
bites the hand that feeds him.

Amanda, where are you going?

You should stay.

Listen in.

I want the whole world to know that
you cannot steal from Barbosa Fabioso.

Not without paying Piper.

For fuck's sake.

Watch your tongue.

That's not what you said to
me when you proposed, my love.

How much did he steal from you?

Or as close as you can estimate?

I'm sorry, what's that
got to do with anything?

We work on a percentage.

You busted him, didn't you?

You must have some idea
how much he got away with.

What does that got to do with the
way you do your business, right?

I mean, I'm paying you
a hefty fee right up front.

Think I'll have that drink.

What are we really
dealing with here?

Amanda.

Why don't you take your girlfriends
out to pool, take a swim, splash, splash.

This is a personal problem,
and I need you to take care of it.

So are we good to go?

The boys will find them.

Remember, we have a scale.

One being the most severe
beating, and ten being a stern warning.

Where do you want
us to get the phone?

Right on to number
motherfucking one, baby.

That'll be twenty grand.

Half up front,
balance on completion.

Billy.

Yeah, give me both of them.

That's his full name.

Been the last place he worked.

Should be enough
to get you started.

Sue.

Mr. French.

Nice to meet you.

So what do you think about
this barbosa bloke, then?

Typical of his watering
hole, you know.

Thinking he can buy himself
out of any sort of trouble.

And he probably can.

Twenty grand, yeah?

I mean, twenty grand.

Just left some kid around.

I don't know.

No matter how much money I make,
I'll never pay anyone to do my dirty work.

Never.

I'm starting to feel
sorry for this kind of kid.

I learned a long
time ago, Frenchy.

Treat these jobs
like they're my own.

I know, I know.

I'm still trying to get
in the groove of that.

So what do you reckon?

You want to check the address of
the last club you worked at or what?

Give me a second.

Right over here on the right.

Wouldn't it be a better idea
to telephone these places first?

I mean, it seems like you'd
save yourself a fortune, I guess.

Some collectors like
to use the telephones.

Not me, Frenchy.

I like to get out there,
you know, take a little walk.

One knock on one door.

I'll get more information than those
jerkoffs will with twenty-five phone calls.

Well, it's hard.

You're right.

We need to fill up again.

I know.

I'm fine.

That's because
you've got a lead foot.

Feather the pedal.

Is this what I need, in here?

Yeah.

Right here is good.

You sure this is the place?

Yup.

OK.

Got the keys?

You guys missed
the sign outside?

It says we're closed?

No, we just want to talk.

Real quick, mate.

Yeah.

OK.

Okay, obviously you don't
read or understand English.

We're closed.

I'm busy.

Okay?

So do me a favor and piss off.

See, why do you gotta be
so rude and cursed at us for?

I mean, there's no
manners anymore, right?

I must be a tough guy, sir.

What do you reckon, mate?

You want us to go outside
and come back in again?

Would you like us
to do that, my friend?

If we upset you?

Okay.

You want manners?

I'll give you manners.

Would you two
gentlemen be so kind as to

promptly remove yourselves
from the premises?

Please.

Motherfucker.

Are you fucked up now, pal?

Joey!

What the hell's
going on in here?

Jesus Christ, everybody in this
town have a bloody bodyguard.

Shit!

I know you!

Yeah, you're, uh, Slinsky.

Yeah, I've seen you around.

You work for Big
Tommy, don't you?

That's right, sunshine.

Indeed, I do.

Well, hell, I ain't gonna
mess with you, Slinsky.

You can kick my ass.

Yeah, but I don't
know this fuck.

Fuck!

We're about to
find out who he is.

Things just got a little
complicated, didn't they?

What do you want?

You okay, Finchie?

What does it look like?

You're fucking okay.

Now would be a good
time to use that jujitsu.

Oh, shit!

Let's talk about Connor
Mulligan and maybe you can tell

me where I can find that
little fucking leprechaun there.

Connor Mulligan?

That's what this is all about?

Yeah.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Connor, he quit
about a month ago.

He got into it with Barbossa.

But I gotta tell you,
he is a stand-up guy.

Whatever Big Tommy sent you
here for is probably fucking bullshit.

Thank God you stopped that.

Okay, okay,
listen, listen, listen.

He, uh, he moved in with a
fucking barman from the club.

And you tell Big Tommy
that that's all I fucking know!

Stop fucking doing
that with a toothpick!

Turn around, will you?

Fight that fucking rail!

Put your face on
that fucking rail!

In the next ten seconds, I will repeatedly
stomp on the back of your fucking head.

What do you know, I'm settled.

Ranchi!

Get over here, I
could use your boot.

Okay, I'm gonna ask
you one more time.

Where do I find this Mick?

Wait, wait, wait.

All right, all right, all right!

Answer that fucking
question, will ya?

It's that ex-roommate Tim.

He, uh...

Yes!

He knows where to find Connor!

His fucking address is in the payroll
sheet on top of the bar, all right?

Vous êtes sur difficult?

Vous êtes sur difficult?

How are you?

We're all good.

All good.

Ranchi, you good?

Oh, yeah, mate.

I'm just fucking peachy, I am.

Okay, this is it.

We got it.

Let's go.

You know, I'm sick of
the 20 questions, Ranchi.

You can handle this one, yeah?

Oh, I can handle
this one, can't I, sir?

Yeah.

I seem to be handling
all of them, mate.

I'd sooner take 20 questions
than having another roll out brawl.

There you go.

You can ask the questions.

Well, thanks very much.

Good for you.

Oh, mate, I was just downstairs and saw
a load of smoke coming out your window.

Is everything all right?

There's a load of smoke coming
out the kitchen window, mate.

All right, see that?

See how I did that?

Nice and easy.

No tears, no blood.

Nobody got hurt.

Right.

Which one of you
lucky lads is Tim?

You guys can't just
come in here like that.

That's right.

I'm not.

I'm not.

You're not one of them.

Look, I'm going to
smash your face, Sam.

He's Tim.

He's Tim.

I'm not Tim.

He's not.

You're Tim, yeah?

Tim?

Right, we're going
to do this one.

Out.

Right.

You, come on.

Get out.

Hit Self.

Get out, man.

It gets out.

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

No.

You know, I tried to call you
guys for over a week, okay?

I swear to God, I don't
have the stuff anymore.

I sold most of it and
I smoked the rest.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Look at me, I'm
fucking pathetic.

If you killed me, you'd
be doing me a favor, okay?

Look, I'll pay Davey back, okay?

I swear.

Davey sent you, right?

Davey?

No?

Well, Christ.

What do you guys want?

Who do I piss off now?

I'm looking for Colin Mulligan.

You seen him?

Who?

Jesus, stop, stop!

Connor doesn't live
here anymore, okay?

He doesn't live here!

Fuck!

Wait, why are you
guys after Connor?

He's a good guy.

He wouldn't hurt a fly.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So everyone keeps telling
us what a nice guy this thief is.

No, Connor's no thief, man.

Look.

Here, here, look.

He's an honest guy.

I'm gonna keep this.

Oh, come on.

No, that's his only photo
that... Hang on a minute.

Did that son of a bitch
Barbossa send you?

That's him.

Connor Mulligan.

Where is he?

No, Barbossa's the
guy that needs whacking.

That bastard should die
a slow and painful death.

And you know what?

As for that fucking Amanda,
she is the cause of all of this.

It's all very interesting, mate.

But I'm gonna ask you one
last time, otherwise my man here

is gonna take his fist and
he's gonna crack your skull.

Where's Connor Mulligan?

Okay, okay.

He's moved in with some chick
down in Topanga, you know?

One of those artist communities.

Bunch of rich white hippies
living on trust funds and kombucha.

Yeah, what a
charm of this Connor.

He seems to have
a girl in the report.

No, it's not like that, man.

He's a good guy.

So where is this
Alex Connolly, then?

You got an address?

Uh, an address.

Come on, mate, an address.

Yeah, yeah, here.

Do something.

Here.

Hurry up.

No, let's not talk.

Here.

You guys be fair, okay?

He doesn't deserve whatever
that fuck has paid you to do.

Sorry, I'd, uh, keep off the
drugs for a bit if I was you.

Okay.

I don't know about
dishing out No.

1 on this Connor kid.

Seems like he's Prince
fucking Charming to me.

Well, it's not for
us to question his

friendship, just to
locate him and dish it out.

Yeah, but come on mate.

How can you not question it?

Right?

I mean, you know,
he's not our best friend.

You're not maniacs cruising
around looking for prey, is it?

We're meant to be collecting
debts, not chalking up beatings at will.

You remember
those blurred lines?

Today, we're enforcers for hire.

This job can be a fucking
rollercoaster, Frenchy.

By the way, you take
lead at this next one.

I par for the course, eh?

You can quit any time, newbie.

No, no, you're right.

I'm up for it.

Good.

Because I like that smoke.

That was good.

You didn't like that, did you?

Yes, I did, yeah.

But it's not gonna get
you in the room every time.

Well, come on, then.

What do you suggest?

Other than, of course, kicking
the door off its fucking hinges.

What's the best
way to get inside?

Give him a little headbutt.

Just a tap.

Yeah?

Just a tap.

You don't want to smash his
nose all over his face because

you want to save that for
when you really need it, right?

Right.

Like you did with that
kid at Tim's, yeah?

Precisely, yeah.

Just a tap.

Just a tap.

Nice and simple.

Simple little tap.

All right.

Got you.

Good.

Simple tap.

Just a tap.

And this is it.

All right, mate.

We're looking for Sandy.

Who's asking, though?

Fuck me.

That was a bit hard.

Jesus, man.

I said tap him,
not obliterate him.

I tried to tap him, didn't I?

But it's not as easy
as you made it look.

Okay, okay.

Okay, take it, Chief.

It's okay.

You've got a lot of
experience in this thing.

Where the fuck are you?

You're Sandy.

Tell me where I can
find Connor Mulligan.

Hey, hey, hey.

Take it easy.

She's only small.

I'm Sue.

This is French.

Can you please tell us
where Connor Mulligan is?

I'm not telling you anything.

So if you two arrogant shits leave
right now, we may not press charges.

So get the fuck out.

I don't know.

Do I do something to offend you?

Was I being a little too rough?

What do you think, Frenchy?

Was I a little too rough?

Get your pit bull away from me.

Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi!

If you were arrogant,
you got a slap of sense.

It's your hands off me walking like
the professional in the West End.

Professional?

Give me a break.

Only weak men hit women.

Shut it, Sandy.

All right?

Shut up.

Because I'm not going to be
able to stop him from hurting

you in a manner that will
blunt that sharp tongue of yours.

That's not the time
to be brave, all right?

That's the time to be sensible.

Jesus Christ!

You call that being
fucking sensible?

Connor has a heart of gold.

He picked me up when I was
down and he settled me here.

He's kind,
compassionate and caring.

Something you two
would never comprehend.

See, even if I did know
something, I wouldn't tell

a couple of fucking lowlife
cockroaches like you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We keep hearing about what
a wonderful child this guy is.

But what we really want
to know is where he is.

At the end of the
fucking rainbow, maybe?

This whole nightmare started
when she got her claws into him.

Who's she?

Barbossa's fiancé, Amanda.

That brat hounded
Connor until he caved in.

But that wasn't enough
for a bitch like her.

She had to tell Barbossa
to really get her kicks.

Can you please just
tell us where Connor is?

No, I won't, Sue.

I'm not telling you anything.

Well, when you first strike
a woman, she may resist.

But it's that one shot
that'll break the bone.

It dislodges the cartilage
across the muscle.

Close the night permanently.

Yeah.

Knowing there's permanent
damage usually does the trick.

If anyone knows where he
is, I'd wager that bitch does.

I bet my life she's still
trying to see him right now.

You disapprove.

Yeah, well, you wanted this job.

This is it.

Get used to it.

Last two days, you have had absolutely
no issue with fucking everybody up.

That was different,
though, wasn't it?

I don't see how.

Look, every bloke I've had
a rut with up to this point

has been trying to take
my fucking head off, right?

Now, that I can deal with.

And I'm well up for dealing
with any of those tosspots.

But beating up some hippie chicks
to find out where her ex-boyfriend is?

No, thanks, mate.

That's not in my
fucking wheelhouse.

It's not in your wheelhouse.

Yeah, well, guess
what, freshman?

You better find a
new wheelhouse.

Because this guy doesn't
like to fuck around, eh?

I don't think you understand me.

We're in serious trouble if we don't find
this little prick and get him to Barbossa.

Forget all the smiles.

Forget all the handshakes.

This Barbossa's a fucking demon.

Fuck me.

Yeah, Barbossa's just mine.

So if I was you, I'd
get back on board.

You started this job.

You wanted this job.

You gotta finish it.

Okay, I'll tell you what.

Let's call it a night.

You go home.

You sleep on it.

You drop me off.

You pick me up in
the morning, yeah?

You sure you
don't want to drive?

I mean, you can't still
be hungover, can you?

Drink as much as I do.

The hangover never
really goes away.

But I tell you what.

If it's too much work for
you... Nah, it's all right, mate.

You're fine.

Anyway.

Kinda like it now.

Takes my mind off all this shit.

So what do you reckon, Sue?

You think this bird's
worth all this trouble?

I think she's the fucking skank.

Yeah, you're probably right.

Oh, we got a shit-gig
here, haven't we, mate?

Our job's basically
to help this lunatic

Barbosa keep shackles
on his slag of a fiancée.

Yeah, well, it's a job
that pays well, and I

wouldn't think about it
too much if I were you.

Tell you what.

A week ago, I'd have
petrol-bombed a school for this job.

But after the last two days...

I don't know how you've done this
for so long, and it hasn't took its toll.

It took its toll.

Don't worry about that.

Yeah?

I've only done it for two days, and already
I feel like drinking myself into a coma.

Is that why you do it, is it?

Does the drink help numb the pain
of all the horrible shit you've caused?

I'm surprised there's enough
booze in the world for that.

Do me a favor.

Don't judge me tenderfoot, okay?

Fuck you.

You think I don't care about
all the terrible things I've done?

Well, I do.

That's one of the reasons why I drink
myself to sleep every fucking night.

What's your wife
think about it all?

I'm not married.

I was, but not anymore.

So what's the word of the room?

It's a reminder, I guess.

A reminder of what?

Not to get close
to anyone again.

That sounds like a
lonely life to me, mate.

Yeah.

Well, it's my life.

It's shit that's ugly, but it's
mine, and I fucking like it.

Huh?

I got kind of a girlfriend.

She's a hooker, she
works at the club, and I

doubt she'd piss on
me if I was on fire, but...

I don't know, Frenchy, you know.

It's rare to have certain people
like certain people like us, you know?

Us?

No, mate.

No.

You, you mean.

Yeah?

Okay, I'll take that.

So why have been with the wives?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Unusual stuff.

I'm sorry, man.

I don't mean to...
No, no, no, it's okay.

You know, it was
a young marriage.

It was more or less over when
we lost Millie, our daughter.

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry to hear that, man.

No, no, don't be.

You're not the one that
gave her leukemia, right?

Yeah.

She was six when she, uh,
she couldn't fight anymore.

So, uh...

I don't know.

After that, it was
over, you know?

It was over.

It was all done.

The only thing left was
the memory of losing

the most beautiful
thing on this earth.

So, yeah.

This is why I seem to drink
myself to sleep every fucking night.

Because if I don't, all
I do is see Millie's face

and every other piece
of heartache I've caused.

That's the thing
about it, Frenchy.

Yeah, you got all this
to look forward to, huh?

Let's see if you
make it through today.

It's just...

She's got a tough
life, this one, eh?

You know, personally, I don't think
there's enough retail therapy in the world

to compensate for living
with Barbossa, but...

Yeah, you're probably right.

So, what's your story, Frenchy?

Who says I've got one?

You were here, weren't you?

I don't know.

I made a few mistakes.

Signed up for the
service back home.

Had the best of intentions.

Didn't quite pan out that way.

I'm not the only one
who suffered for it, either.

Collateral damage, eh?

My specialty.

Same red day I drive, Frenchy.

What's she doing this Far East?

I don't know, mate.

She doesn't look too happy.

So screw you!

Irish Prince!

Yeah, this could be good for us.

Good for you anyways!

Fucking asshole!

Fuck you!

I'm done with you anyways!

What the fuck are
you doing here?

I'm just making sure
you're okay, Amanda.

I'm fine.

Now get lost.

Come here, you, you fucker.

Shut your hands off of me!

Do you know what my fiancé will do
to you when he finds out about this?

Well, make sure you don't leave the part
out about being outside Connor's apartment.

What, do you talk
to his bitch ex?

The Chinese wannabe artist?

You've got no way
to run, Amanda.

I should have never got off
the fucking bus in this town.

Yeah, well, I tell you what.

You've got two choices.

You can either get back on that
fucking bus or you can marry Barbosa.

This Connor kid isn't for you.

Come to think of it...

You know, maybe
he's older than you.

He's always been that little
bit too good for you, hasn't he?

Piss off, Grandpa.

And as if I'd need
to take the bus.

I drive a Maserati.

I think you're missing the
point on the bus line, love.

So, you tracked him down.

My fiancé will be
pleased with his minions.

Apartment 610.

Knock yourselves out.

And send him my love.

610.

There you go, my love.

Thank you.

After you.

Thank you, honey.

Pleasure.

Now move on.

Elevators, right?

No, no, no.

No elevators, Frenchie.

I don't do elevators.

Let's take the stairs.

You sure we can handle it?

Yeah, I can handle it.

Hey, Liam?

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I know.

I know what you...

Please wait.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

I know what you want.

Store it there.

I know what you want.

Listen.

This can't happen here.

This can't happen here.

Please, for Christ's sake.

You know why we're
here, right, Connor?

Yeah.

Amanda's blowing up
the intercom, isn't she?

Oh, hey, sweetheart.

Hey, come here.

It's okay.

Hey, Daddy's just playing
with his friends, okay?

Donna, don't be scared.

Don't be scared.

Don't be scared.

What's going on?

Who are these men, Daddy?

They're just, uh... these
are Daddy's friends, okay?

So we're just
having a little chat.

Laney, baby, look at me.

Look at Daddy.

I need you to go back into
your room and play, okay?

Okay, but, hey, sweetheart, we're
just playing grown-up games here, okay?

It's a very fun game, Laney.

You want to play.

Come on.

Everybody get on
their knees, yeah?

I'll tell you how
it works, Laney.

We all hold hands in a group.

We close our eyes,
and then we count.

Somebody hides.

Can you sit the...

Can you please sit
down, Mr. French?

There you go.

You know what?

That means that it's
your turn to hide, Laney.

How long do I get?

Well, we're gonna count to 50, then
we're all gonna come look for you, okay?

So make sure you find
somewhere good to hide.

Wait a minute.

What is that?

What?

Oh, right here.

Oh!

Wow!

Where did that come from?

Huh?

It's magic, sweetheart, okay?

Now listen, go inside and hide.

It is magic, sweetheart.

Go ahead.

You take that.

We're gonna come look
for you in just a little bit.

That's one, two, three, four.

Let's get something straight.

Do you understand that
you can't run forever?

I'm not running.

I'm just trying to
move on in time.

I've been running my life.

With my daughter.

So where's her mum?

She passed away.

That's touching.

How do you get
yourself into this mess?

How do you have a man like
Barbossa hunting you down?

I ran some clubs back in Dublin.

And then when I got over here, I
got a job in one of Barbossa's clubs.

I came with ideas, man.

Tell me more.

What?

Long story short, I fell in love with
one of Barbossa's club dancers.

Crystal.

She was perfect, man.

She was perfect for me, anyway.

But the problem was that Barbossa,
he's a possessive prick, isn't he?

And he hated the fact that
she fell for me instead of him.

Crystal was pregnant.

And when he found out,
he bet the shit out of her.

He even stabbed her.

Yeah.

Can you believe that?

That fucking snake
stabbed a pregnant girl.

Lainey, she arrived
way too early.

She was in the ICU for ages.

I'm sorry.

Crystal, she never
made it out of the hospital.

She died shortly
after the birth.

What does Amanda
fit into all this?

She just wanted to take a bite
out of the forbidden fruit, I guess.

I don't know.

She's the one that told Barbossa, and
that's what sparked this psychotic rage.

And here we are.

Look, listen to me.

Listen to me.

I'm begging you.

I'm begging you, please.

For my daughter's sake, Sue.

All right, all
right, listen to me.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You're gonna
leave town, all right?

You never set foot back in L.A.

again.

Understand me?

I swear, here... Whoa,
whoa, whoa, slow down here.

This is not your position
to make this call, Frenchy.

Okay, don't go down there.

Sue, if what he's saying is true...
You don't have the authority... Sue!

If what he's saying is true,
and we're giving to Barbossa

we are a couple of massive
fucking wankers, aren't we?

What about the kid?

Ah...

If we let you go...

You go right now.

Thank you, thank you.

I understand.

Don't thank us.

We're fucking up
by letting you go.

You just saved your daughter.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Come out, come
out, wherever you are.

Wherever you are can't be far.

You walk a line
you'll never cross.

It's the line between being
respectable, business-like,

and being an all-out
immoral motherfucker.

And if you get soft, it's over.

That was the right
thing to do, sir.

You know that, right?

Fuck you, Frenchy!

Fuck you!

What do you think Tommy's
gonna do when he finds out?

Huh?

Manasaurus come in.

She's gonna rat on us.

Fuck you!

Yeah, well, at least I
can live with her myself.

Maybe for not too much
longer, you dumb son of a bitch.

I should have my fucking
head examined listening to you.

It might be nice, though, eh?

To be able to look at yourself in the
mirror for once and not feel disgusted.

She was the same age as
Millie, you know, Frenchy.

I couldn't do it.

Couldn't do it.

I couldn't ever see
us beat up an old man.

I just couldn't do it.

What are you doing here, Amanda?

You really should go home.

What are you doing?

Where's Connor?

He wasn't in.

The fuck he wasn't?

I spoke to him.

No, you didn't.

It wasn't his voice.

I think I know the sound of
his Irish accent when I hear it.

Besides, none of that matters.

Barbossa's here.

He set you up, assholes.

They're here to kill Connor
and blame it on you, too.

They've already
gotten up in the elevator.

Oh, you're fucking
happy about that, are you?

You fucking bitch.

You gotta fucking
set us up for this.

She's gonna fucking set us
up for this, you fucking bitch!

I can't fucking believe this.

What do you think
we should do, sir?

I don't know, freshman.

I've never really been in this
situation until you've come along.

We could call Tommy.

Gather the boys.

Let them know what
this fuck Barbossa's up

to and wipe out the
whole fucking bloodline.

Yeah?

What about the kid?

They got fucking guns, Richie.

They got fucking guns.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

We can take them.

If these guys stay too
soon, we can take them.

We can take them.

We hit them hard, we
hit them fast, all right?

I take the weapon.

I fire a few shots
over the rest.

The rest will shit themselves.

We go get Connor and the kid
and we get the fuck out of here.

We can do this, mate.

Okay.

Yeah, come on.

We'll get you.

Hey, sir.

We worked together
well this weekend, mate.

But I don't think we'll be
coming to work Monday.

This is by far the shittiest job
I've ever had in my fucking life.

Well, I wish I had your
wisdom 20 years ago, kid.

Shall we?

Alex.

French.

I warned you, it's a
dog-eat-dog business.

Come here, come here, come here.

Is there another
way out of here?

This is it.

Fire escape true
lane, you should know.

It'll take you
downstairs to the lobby.

Take you downstairs?

Take him and go now.

Go.

Sue.

Sue, get behind something.

Sir.

You're not half the man that
Tommy thought you were, huh?

Sure.

Look at that man.

He should have walked away.

He had to settle for a knockout.

Code of boy.

Tommy, your boys,
man, they set it off.

It was a bloodbath.

They tried to stop him.

That's why I called you.

My boys did this?

Yeah.

Like Sue always said,
there'll always be a

bigger, badder catchers
waiting to take you down.

Tommy, we got history.

Ah, you piece of shit.

You think I don't
know you set us up?

Did you really think you can kill a
man like Selinski, Golden Boy Baker,

and just walk away?

Not after all the years
you walked the line for me.

You, your SWAT over here.

Yes, sir.

I need SWAT over
here on 5610 East Side.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Oh, thanks very much.

Of course.

Thank you.

Here you go, sweetie.

Anything else I
can grab you today?

No, that's it.

Thank you.

Let me cut it up for
you, though, okay?

Don't need you
choking after all that.

And listen, make sure you have
some of your spinach, but it'll be okay.

It'll taste delicious.

All right?

Do cows have a good life before
they get turned into steak, Daddy?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Of course they do, sweetheart.

Yeah.

Cows get to do all the fun things
that, that cows love doing, you know?

Like, um, like eating daisies
and, uh, roll around in the grass.

Just like you.

Then, you know, the
farmer does come along.

He looks the cow in the eye
and he says, Barbecue time!

I'm glad they have
a fun life, Daddy.

Yeah, me too, sweetheart.

Me too.

Yeah.

To each their own.