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(passengers screaming)

- [Man] Come now, guys.

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- [Frank] Hey, Dmitri.

It's me, Frank.

(chuckles) I got you again. (laughs)

Have your gold,

but I've been betrayed

by my own crew.

If you want your gold back, then it's here

where they shot me.

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- Take it. (alarm blaring)

Get the fucking dogs. (dogs barking)

Get the dogs off.

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(guns firing)

Fucking hell.

What the fucking hell is going on, Mickey?

(guns firing)

Have you gone soft?

He's one man, you're 20, for fuck's sake.

- Can't fuckin' help that the car is broke.

- Shut up.

(guns firing) (bullets whizzing)

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(man grunts)

(engine revving)

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- [Woman] Don't forget your (mumbles).

(crowd chattering)

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- Thank you.

Thanks for this.

It won't take long, just a couple of questions.

- No problem.

- Mr. Doyle, last week's debate, you were unstoppable.

You took the opposition by storm.

You've become the favorite face of the media.

Congratulations.

So, can you tell me, what are your take

on the current crime rates in the constituency?

They're the highest they've been in the last 10 years.

How do you explain it, and what are you

planning to do to bring it under control?

- Well, since being elected, I have prioritized crime.

It's been our main focus since day one.

- What is your take on the killing

that happened at the tube station yesterday?

A person was shot dead in busy hours.

The public are shocked.

- The police are dealing with the situation.

The results will follow.

- Sources also tell me that you knew this person

from way back, was one of your associates.

- Stop the car.

- Thank you for your time.

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♪ Second place ♪

♪ The look on your face ♪

♪ Dreamed all night long ♪

(door creaks)

♪ Give me some trouble now ♪

♪ Dreamed all night long ♪

(door slams)

♪ Just to bring you close now ♪

♪ Into the light ♪

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- Hello, Dylan.

- Steve.

♪ Miss me in the night ♪

♪ Miss me ♪

- Fancy another?

- I'm good, thanks.

- Nonsense.

♪ In the night ♪

♪ Miss me in the night ♪

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- Cheers.

You know anything about my diamonds, Dylan?

Was a decent getaway driver,

so I suspect you must know them.

Right?

♪ You're on my mind now ♪

- If not, I'd advise you to find out quickly,

and when you do,

I'll reduce the amount of debt you owe me.

♪ All night long ♪

♪ Just 'til we go ♪

- Okay.

Leave it with me, so I can find out for you.

♪ Just to bring you close now ♪

- Excellent.

I'm a very angry man, Dylan.

But I figured you must be upset

'cause your old friend got, well, assassinated.

♪ Missing ♪

- No balls to kill like that.

♪ Missing ♪

- Big balls to do it at a train station.

♪ In the night ♪

- [Steve] But that type of gangland killing ain't right.

♪ Still alive ♪

- Well, I do say gangland?

There's no gang anymore, is there, Dylan?

Or is there?

- Course not.

- Right.

I'll leave you to your detective work.

I'll be seeing you soon.

(door thuds)

♪ Still alive ♪

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

(phone beeps)

(phone ringing)

(phone beeps)

Who is this?

Frank's dead.

What?

Why?

I don't wanna see anyone.

(phone beeps)

(Lucy groans)

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- I'm aware of the dangers surrounding the plan

and I shall contact the companies in due course.

My constituency have urged me to take action

on this issue of which I intend to do.

Does that sound shite?

- Fine.

- Fine? Okay.

Well then, as far as I

am concerned-- (phone ringing)

Take this.

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Speak.

Well yeah, I know who it is.

I haven't got time for this right now, I'm busy.

Let's just return to this later, okay?

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- [Officer] (mumbles) carry on.

(officers chattering on radio)

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(phone ringing)

- Yeah?

You there?

Yeah.

All right.

Then I'm ready.

So let's do this.

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- Keep staring forward.

Hands on the wheel.

I know what you're thinking,

working out the odds of making it.

- Better than average.

- (grunts) Tough guy.

I need some answers.

- I'm working right now.

I'm sure you know the charge

for obstructing a police officer.

(radio crackles)

- Let me correct you.

Obstructing a bent police officer.

- Listen, if I go overtime, I'm guessing

we both know what'll happen.

- Those two idiots who hired them

will run out of that jeweler's

and they'll be no getaway car waiting for them.

(radio crackles)

- And they'll be caught.

Maybe that's what you want.

- [Dispatcher] Armed robbery in Dean Street.

Two suspects, both white male, both wearing balaclavas,

armed response unit on its way.

(alarm blaring) - Sierra Tango, Sierra Oscar.

- [Dispatcher] Sierra Oscar, go ahead.

- We have a 10-10 on the scene.

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It's the two suspects.

(gun firing) Guns afire.

(gun fires)

Both suspects are down.

(fist thuds)

- You've got nothin' to worry about.

They're dead now.

- Yeah?

- And the dead can't come back and find you.

- Yeah?

Well I don't get paid.

- Oh, you'll get paid.

Just a different way, that's all.

So, Frank.

- I don't know anyone called Frank.

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- Let me refresh your memory.

Frank Phoenix.

- No.

Fuck you!

Who are you?

- Okay, let me help you further.

Lucy Phoenix.

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Terry Doyle,

(gun clicks) and Billy.

- Yes.

We did some business awhile back.

But that's it.

So what?

- Okay, let me put it this way.

That business

involved Dmitri Antanov.

And that will cost you,

Lucy, Terry, and Billy your lives.

Dmitri's firm want to give you a chance.

They want you to return it.

They want it back.

- What?

- Oh now, you should know better than anyone, Dylan.

- I did that job, but Frank hid it from all of us.

- Is that why the rest of you killed him?

- No, Frank wanted out.

He wanted to go straight and fuck us all over.

- And to a man with gambling debts like yours,

well, that didn't sit right, did it?

You owe money all over town, Dylan.

- What the fuck?

What do you want?

(recorder beeps)

- [Frank] Hey, Dmitri.

It's me, Frank.

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I got you again. (laughs)

Have your gold, but I've been betrayed

by my own crew.

If you want your gold back, then it's here

where they shot me.

- Did you kill Frank?

- No.

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- Then who did and where?

- Never saw him.

Never showed up.

- So, find me the gold.

Get yourself police protection.

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(men grunting)

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(lighter clicking)

(visitor knocking)

- Sir, we tried to stop her.

She doesn't have an appointment.

- Yeah, it's okay, I know who it is.

Don't worry, let her in, it's fine.

Julia.

(Julia murmuring)

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- Why are you playing games with me?

- You're not supposed to be here.

- Wasn't it you who wanted to see me?

- [Terry] What does it matter?

You're here.

- Seems like I've long been forgotten.

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I take pills.

- What has it now been?

Five years? (chuckles)

You look worse than I imagined. (laughs)

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- You still want me, Terry?

- Never without. (chuckles)

- Feels like old times.

- [Terry] Five years.

- Why don't you just fuck me?

- So what, is this the way you like it, then, yeah?

- Oh.

Is that the best you can do?

Oh God.

(couple grunting)

(Lucy laughing)

(Terry panting)

(chuckles) You called me over for that?

That's the best you can do? (laughs)

You're a fucking loser, Terry.

- I never called you, you stupid bitch.

(Lucy grunts)

Get out.

(Lucy laughs)

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Get out. (Lucy laughing)

Shut up, just shut up.

Get out, piss off!

- [Lucy] You're fucking useless, Terry.

- Get out, piss off. (Lucy laughs)

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(Terry shouting) (Lucy laughing)

I'll fucking cut you out.

(Lucy laughs) Piss off.

Don't you fucking laugh.

- [Lucy] Fuck you! (laughs)

- What you laughin' at?

(Lucy laughing)

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What the fuck?

Who the fuck are you?

Do you know who I am?

So I'm gonna give you a chance to leave

before it's too late.

- You're drunk.

(gun clicks)

Now lock the door.

- Don't you know who I am?

I'm a member of Parliament.

You'll have everyone after you, you fucking bastard.

- Take it easy, Terry.

I'll take just a few minutes of your time.

I need some answers, then I'm gone.

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- Well who are you and what do you want?

- Dmitri wants it back, Terry.

His firm want their gold.

- (laughs) Look at me.

Do I look like I own any fucking gold?

- Where's Frank Phoenix?

- Frank's dead.

- Where's Frank Phoenix.

- Hid the gold.

We never saw it.

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- [Frank] Hey, Dmitri.

It's me, Frank.

(chuckles) I've got you again. (laughs)

Have your gold,

but I've been betrayed

by my own crew.

If you want your gold back

then it's here

where they shot me.

- Where did you shoot him?

- What'd you say?

Fuck you.

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(Terry coughing)

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(Terry coughing)

- Don't worry.

If they wanted you dead you wouldn't feel a thing.

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Where did you shoot him?

- I didn't.

I don't know nothing.

- I want you to understand the importance

of the situation, Terry.

(Terry gags)

Where did you bury Frank?

Where is the gold?

Where did you bury Frank?

I'm not finished yet. (Terry gagging)

The firm want their gold, Terry.

So find it

or you're a dead man.

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(wrench clatters) - Hey!

Look what ya did.

- [Hitman] You might be Billy?

- [Billy] Who the fuck are you?

- We need to talk.

(dramatic music) (Billy grunting)

Whoa, hold on, tough guy.

You want it this way?

We'll do it this way.

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- [Billy] Try this.

(Billy grunting)

- So, can we talk now?

(Billy coughs)

Frank Phoenix?

Did you shoot him?

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Did you shoot him?

(recorder beeps)

- [Frank] Hey, Dmitri.

It's me, Frank.

(visitor knocking)

- Who the fuck are you?

- We spoke on the phone.

- You're Frank's friend?

- Yes, can I come in?

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- And you are Frank's friend, but I never met you before.

- We did time together in the nick, way back.

- Frank never spoke about his time in prison.

But then I knew not to ask him.

- You miss him, don't you?

- Yeah, I do.

- Frank loved you.

(Lucy sniffs)

- Thanks.

So what do you do?

- I kill people.

Whoever shot Frank, I'll get them.

- They were after the gold.

They must've taken it, I never saw it.

- So tell me about it.

- It was Dylan.

He had the big idea.

Frank wanted out.

He wanted to retire,

but millions in gold seemed worth it.

- So, Frank was convinced to do it, right?

- It was not easy.

- He loved you, and I guess that made it easy for you.

- He would do anything for me.

When we first met he took a bullet for me.

He loved that scar on his chest.

Crazy.

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- [Hitman] He was betrayed.

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- [Frank] Hey, Dmitri.

It's me, Frank.

(chuckles) I got you again. (laughs)

Have your gold,

but I've been betrayed

by my own crew.

If you want your gold back

then it's here

where they shot me.

- (gasps) Frank.

So you work for Dmitri.

- I work for money.

- You're after the gold.

- I'm after the killer of Frank.

And I promise you, they won't live very long.

- Do that, for me?

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Need a shower?

- You are beautiful.

(sighs) I have to go.

As soon as I get the gold, I'll call you.

You'll get what's owed to you,

and I'll make sure that happens.

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(pipe clanging)

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(Lucy grunts)

- Mrs. Phoenix.

What a pleasant surprise.

What brings you here?

- I'm sure it's the same reason that brings you here.

- Always was jealous of Frank.

His taste, it was good.

You're still beautiful, clever, and dangerous.

- Guns don't scare me, Dylan.

Dangerous?

That's what you think about me.

I have nothing on me.

You can frisk if you want.

You always wanted me, Dylan.

- From the moment I saw you.

- Took so long.

Make sure you frisk good and proper.

Make sure you're looking for stuff.

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Could be that Terry's looking for the gold while we're here.

- Who do you trust more, me or Terry?

- Neither of you.

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(couple grunting)

- [Billy] (grunting) Come on.

(couple grunting)

(Billy grunting)

- You've got there then, Billy?

- You, too, then?

Had a visit from Dmitri's firm.

I think they're mad at us.

- I think I should take it now then.

Thank you, Billy.

- [Billy] Aye. (grunts)

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(couple grunting)

- Here, Billy.

(shovel clatters)

Come on, Billy, eh?

This is stupid.

We can share it.

(Dylan sighing)

(punches thudding)

(Terry grunts)

(Billy grunts)

(hammer thudding) (men grunting)

(Lucy laughs)

- (sighs) Fuck.

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(phone ringing)

- [Hitman] I found the gold.

Meet me at Frank's old yard, one hour.

- Okay.

(Terry coughing)

(Terry laughs)

- [Terry] You ain't no killer, Dylan.

- I'd hate to kill you, Terry.

By the looks of it you've done it to yourself.

What would Frank say if he could see you now?

- Oh, now Lucy, oh yeah. (chuckles)

She's a real cold shooter.

She hit Frank straight through the heart.

She'll kill you, Dylan, the moment she gets a chance.

She'll kill us both.

- Looks like you two had a nasty falling out.

(Terry chuckles)

I'm guessing he had the gold.

- And now you do.

Where's the gold, Terry?

- You shoot me and you'll never find out.

(gun fires)

Okay. - Come on, Terry.

- Okay!

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- There's a good boy.

(soft suspenseful music)

What are you waitin' for?

Get digging.

(Terry grunting)

(Terry coughing)

Stop playing me, Terry.

This is your last chance.

(gun clicks)

Easy, Terry.

I wasn't gonna shoot you.

I just want the gold.

- I'll bet you do.

- I wanted Dmitri's hitman off my case, asking for the gold.

- (chuckles) Well it seems like we all did.

- Yeah, well they seem pretty serious

so I thought I'd get it for the mate.

- Let's just stick to the plan we had five years ago

and share the gold and get out of here.

- I don't trust you, Dylan.

- Listen!

Let's just get the gold and leave.

This place is cursed.

- It's your affair with this bitch

that got us into this mess, Terry.

- Fuck you, Dylan.

- That's ripe, comin' from you, my darling.

You've fucked everyone haven't you?

- I never forgot about you, Terry.

It can be me and you, like before.

- You can't play me like you did Frank.

- You fucked over your best mate for that.

It's your order, Terry.

Who do you trust?

Me or her, now?

- Shut up!

- Terry.

- Put the gun down for Christ sake.

- I said shut up!

- Where's the fucking gold?

(guns firing)

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(Terry groans)

- Dylan's dead.

- You're hit, Lucy.

- [Lucy] No, it's your blood.

- You've got to help me make it stop, Lucy, eh?

Yeah?

(Terry groaning)

- Where's the gold, Terry?

Where is the gold, Terry?

- It's not here.

If you help me, I'll take you there.

(Terry groans)

- INP.

- He wants the gold.

- I'll talk to him.

He didn't handle me like you and Dylan.

He likes me.

- I'll bet he does.

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- You are the man who works for Dmitri, weren't you?

You're not Frank's friend at all.

- I work for whoever offers the best deal.

- Did you ever even meet Frank?

- Poor Lucy.

A part of you still wants Frank to be alive, don't you?

- Me and Terry are the only ones left.

What are you gonna do to us?

- It's what we can do for each other.

- Terry knows where the gold is.

- Find it together, then kill him.

- Then you kill me, right?

- That gold is worth more than what the firm are paying me.

Why let them take it all?

We'll leave three dead bodies burnt beyond recognition.

The firm will never know.

- What about me, what do I get?

- I'll let you live.

I'm a fair man.

I'll see you get what you deserve.

- How do I know I can trust you?

- You don't.

But my offer is better what the firm will do to you.

The way I see it, you don't have a choice.

Agreed?

Good.

(Terry grunting)

- So?

- He said if we split it with him,

then we'll both get out of this shit alive.

- Why?

He works for the firm.

- He wants the gold for himself.

Now he's gonna screw the firm over.

- Oh. (chuckles)

Well he sounds like a wonderful business partner.

- He's settin' us up?

- Of course.

We're supposed to find the gold

and then he's gonna kill us for it.

- I could say I killed you, bring him out in the open.

Then we kill him and then the gold's all ours.

- So why choose me instead of him?

- Better the devil you know.

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- And the gold's not here.

I'll take you there.

- Tell me where it is.

I'll get it for us both.

- No, help me, and I'll take you to it.

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- Where is it?

- It's over here.

(Terry laughs)

This is it, Lucy.

This is it, Lucy.

(laughs) Look at this.

We can start again, you and me.

(Terry grunting)

- What the fuck is this?

- [Terry] What?

- No.

Where is it?

- Well this it.

(Lucy groans)

What's the matter with the gold?

- [Lucy] Fuck!

- What are you doin'?

(gun firing)

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- Terry's dead.

There was no gold.

It was fake.

- That's not fake.

- The gold.

You found it.

What's going on?

- This place, full of things.

One moment they are dear to you,

the next they are worthless.

- [Lucy] What do you mean?

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- It's just amazing what people are prepared to throw away.

You still drive me crazy.

- You're scaring me.

- You remember that phrase I always used to say?

If you love someone, let them go, set them free.

If they truly love you they will return.

- Frank?

- You did it.

You shot me, killed me.

Set me free.

But you forgot the end of the saying.

- No Frank, not possible.

- Alive, with a different look.

Well, millions in gold and the best surgeons

made it possible.

You and Terry, I knew it all along.

- Oh, forgive me, Frank.

- I trusted you.

I wanted to go straight, live a normal life.

- Please, Frank, it's hurting.

- All my love and trust and I got a bullet into my heart.

- Please, Frank.

- You wanted money, you could've asked me.

Wanted to leave, could've told me.

I loved you.

I would've done anything for you.

(Lucy gasping)

- Please, Frank.

- You should not have betrayed me.

(door slams)

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