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(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

(PLASTIC RUSTLING)

No.

No.

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Ah, you fuck! I'll fucking kill you!

-Fuck you! -(GRUNTS)

-(FLESH SQUELCHING) -(MAN GROANS)

KENNY: Where were you?

Where were you?

I'm so sorry.

(SCREAMING) Where were you?

PAT: They killed my best friend.

Now they all have to die.

(VEHICLE ENGINE RUMBLING)

(SOFT POP MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

What the hell was that?

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(GUNSHOTS)

ROBBER: This is a fucking robbery!

Nobody moves,

nobody gets hurt!

-Shit! -(GUNFIRE)

ROBBER: Put your hands up. Put your hands up.

Move, move. Move!

(CRYING) No, please don't.

Please, no!

-(GUNFIRE CONTINUES) -Take cover!

(MEN GRUNT, GROAN)

(SCREAMING)

-(MAN COUGHS) -You!

-Take me to the vault. -I can't.

ROBBER: I said take me to the vault!

-I can't. -(ROBBER GRUNTS)

(BULLETS RICOCHETING)

(SOLDIER GRUNTS, SCREAMS)

(SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)

SOLDIER: Where the fuck did they come from?

ROBBER: Open it.

(LOCK CLANKS AND CLICKS)

(GUNSHOTS)

Get the crates out of here, now!

(GUNMEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Captain Sergio!

There is more cargo than we expected!

(INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY)

(GUN COCKS)

(SCREAMS) No!

(OMINOUS MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

Colonel Sullivan says hello.

(INSOMNIA BY FAITHLESS PLAYING)

(SONG CONTINUES PLAYING)

I'll take it from here, darling.

What's that?

Your champagne, sir.

I didn't order any champagne.

Mr Fisher?

Yeah?

My name is Mustafa El Habib.

I believe you are expecting to have a meeting

with my brother, Mo.

Who the hell is this guy?

So, where is he, then?

Don't worry, Mr Fisher.

Everything regarding your next shipment of pills

is in hand.

Please,

with my compliments.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

We're here.

MUSTAFA: I'd also like to discuss

an extra bit of business with you,

but not here.

What sort of business?

Lucrative.

A pleasure meeting you, Mr Fisher.

What are you two gawping at? Go and make yourself busy.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(WHISTLES)

(CONVERSING IN SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) Careful.

It's loaded.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING, CLAMOUR)

Now's your chance.

(PEOPLE CONTINUE SHOUTING)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

BOUNCER: Hey! Hey, you!

Where do you think you're going?

-(BOUNCER YELPS) -(BONES CRACK)

(GROANS)

(LOCK CLICKS)

(DANCE MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

-What's it like? -It's massive.

We're gonna make a killing in here.

Good. Go get me the manager.

About time he met his new business partner.

(DANCE MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(SILENCE (FADE'S SANCTUARY MIX) PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

Can I get you a drink, sir?

No, thanks.

(WOMAN WHOOPS)

They don't look happy.

What do you mean?

♪ In this white wave ♪

♪ I am sinking ♪

♪ In this silence ♪

♪ In this white wave ♪

♪ In this silence I believe ♪

♪ In this white wave ♪

♪ I am sinking ♪

♪ In this silence ♪

♪ In this white wave ♪

♪ In this silence I believe ♪

♪ I have seen you ♪

♪ I am sinking ♪

♪ In this silence ♪

♪ In this white wave ♪

♪ In this silence I believe ♪

♪ In this white wave ♪

♪ I am sinking ♪

♪ In this silence ♪

♪ In this white wave ♪

♪ In this silence I believe ♪

♪ I have seen you ♪

♪ In this white wave... ♪

Tate.

Remember me?

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(PAT GROANING)

FISHER: Oh, fuck.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(MAN GROANS)

(GROANS)

-(GROANS) -(BODY THUDS)

(PEOPLE CONTINUE SCREAMING)

BOUNCER: You! Stop!

Tate!

(GUN CLICKING EMPTY)

Shit.

(GUN CLATTERS)

(RICKY GRUNTS)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

RICKY: Move!

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(KEYS JINGLING)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(ENGINE REVS)

(ENGINE REVS)

MAN 2: Oi! RICKY: Move! Move!

MAN 2: Fucking idiot. What you doing?

(MOTORCYCLE APPROACHING)

(PHONE KEYPAD BEEPING)

-(LINE TRILLING) -MAN: Hello.

Listen. (PANTING)

It's Ricky.

We've got a huge problem.

GREENER: Ricky?

Hello?

(RICKY SCREAMING)

RICKY: You've broken my leg!

Please!

(GROANING) My fucking leg!

(GROANS) Please!

(YELPS) I know nothing about Kenny.

Please, Pat!

I had nothing to do with this!

I liked him. Please!

-I didn't touch him. -(GRUNTS)

-I had nothing to do with it. -(GRUNTS)

I know nothing, Pat. Nothing!

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS) Please, Pat!

Please, please!

Stop!

(RICKY GURGLING)

Where did Fisher go?

I don't know where he went! Please, Pat!

(GURGLING)

(GASPING)

I'm gonna ask you just fucking once.

Where's Mo?

-(SHOUTS) Where's Mo? -I don't know!

I don't want to die!

(GURGLING)

(GURGLING)

SAM: Well, that was clever, wasn't it?

See, where I come from,

you're supposed to get the information first

before you kill 'em.

So what now?

I'm going to kill the rest of them.

Any problems?

Take care of the smugglers.

Make sure you pay them in full.

Thank you for your help.

What now?

Now we go and see Mo.

Get rid of the bodies!

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

-Hey, boss. -We just had confirmation.

The guns are on the island.

Keep it quiet.

Right.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(MILLER GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(TUTS)

(CONVERSING IN SPANISH)

(CURSES IN SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) As long as it takes.

Agent Miller.

MILLER: I guess the situation is to do with the targets.

I believe so.

There's something else.

Yeah.

My men pulled this off the CCTV camera.

One of yours?

-No. -Well,

it looks like you got another problem.

FISHER: (SOFTLY) Got to get out of here.

I should have killed him myself.

(SIGHS) Come on.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

MAN: Going somewhere?

Jesus Christ, Michael, you scared the life out of me.

(SIGHS)

I'm getting out of here.

Tate's in Ibiza.

-I know. -You don't know him like I do.

He won't stop until he's killed every last one of us.

We killed his best mate.

What do you mean, "we"?

MAN 2: Yeah.

What's the matter, Terry?

Can't stand the heat?

Well, you didn't look too hot last night, did you?

Let Tate run through the lot of you.

So pipe down and get back in your little box.

GREENER: All right, all right! Enough!

Frankie,

I told you to look after Terry last night,

and you let me down.

Get out of my sight. You're useless.

What the fuck, Michael?

You heard him.

FRANKIE: (UNDER BREATH) Who the fuck does he think he is?

Listen,

Mo never showed up to the meet last night.

Some geezer turned up, claiming to be his brother.

The whole thing stinks.

Relax.

I've already spoken to Mo.

He wants to meet tomorrow at the Festival Club.

He said he's got something big on.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Tate?

GREENER: Don't mention Tate.

I'll deal with him.

We got an old score to settle.

(TENSE MUSIC RISES AND FADES)

Do you like it?

It was my father's.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(IN SPANISH) Hola.

(IN ENGLISH) I put some flowers on Kenny's grave

the other day.

Thanks, mate.

Which reminds me.

The reason for my little visit.

Sam, I can't. You've done enough for me already.

Then forget this business and come home.

You, above all people, know that I can't do that.

Kenny is dead, Pat.

Nothing you do here will bring him back.

You have to come home.

(SOFT SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

(WOMAN PANTING)

SAM: When's it gonna end?

How many more of them do you have to kill

before enough is enough?

How long do you think you can carry on like this?

How long before your luck runs out?

-(INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION) -SAM: Pat, listen to me.

We've already lost Kenny.

If you carry on like this,

you're gonna end up dead.

Well, none of us live for ever, do we?

I've just had some information.

Our little Dutch friend from the club is

drinking in a bar in San Antonio.

Thank you, Maria.

PAT: Hey,

you okay?

What?

Yeah, of course.

Well, come on then.

And do me a favour.

Let me do the talking this time.

We don't want a repeat of earlier, do we?

Give me a drink.

(SIGHS)

(SARCASTICALLY) "Get back in your box."

Stupid ass.

I'll put you in a fucking box.

BARTENDER: Careful, Frankie.

Walls have ears.

Fuck you.

And fuck them.

Now pour me another.

(IN SPANISH) Buenos dias.

Hola, hombre.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

What the fuck are you talking about?

(IN ENGLISH) Fish Shack!

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(FRANKIE GROANING)

SAM: (IN ENGLISH) What is the matter with you?

I said I'd do all the talking.

Yeah, but you're taking too long as usual.

What do you mean? I was just warming him up.

(FRANKIE GRUNTING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(BOTH GROAN)

-(FLESH SQUELCHES) -(SCREAMS)

(PAT GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(GRUNTS)

(FRANKIE GROANS)

(FLY BUZZING)

And what do you think you're going to do with that?

MAN: Good afternoon, Colonel Sullivan.

Looks like you just missed the party.

Sorry about the mess.

Me and my colleague Aziz had to do some housekeeping.

And who are you?

MUSTAFA: You're here to do business with Mo.

Turns out my brother is not the man

we all thought he was.

I will pray for his soul.

In that case, there's nothing more to discuss.

I take it the guns are on the island.

What do you know about my guns?

Everything.

Make sure you only take

a sample of the merchandise to the meeting.

I don't trust him.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

How was the meeting with Mo?

Messy.

We're meeting their buyers tomorrow.

Where?

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

What do you think?

(CAR ENGINE TURNS OVER)

He's looking to sell.

How do you know?

(FRANKIE GASPS SOFTLY)

(FRANKIE TREMBLING)

PAT: Let me tell you something.

You owe them absolutely nothing.

So I'm gonna ask you this once.

Where is Fisher?

And where is Mo?

FRANKIE: Please, Pat, no more.

Mo's got something planned.

I don't know what it is.

I swear.

But he's meeting Greener and Fisher tomorrow

in an abandoned nightclub

on the south side of the island.

What else?

(WHIMPERING) I don't know what else.

You need me.

I'm gonna take you there,

and I'll put a fucking bullet in Fisher's head myself.

You know this place he's talking about?

Yeah,

the old Festival Club from back in the '70s.

Well, it looks like I actually don't need you any more.

(HAMMER CLATTERS)

FRANKIE: No, no.

No.

PAT: Just so you know...

No. No!

Don't do that. Please.

Fisher's mine.

I'm gonna let you fucking rot.

(CRYING SOFTLY)

Festival Club, you said.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Let's go and spoil the party.

PAT: Right, get to the bar.

I'll call you when I'm done.

(DOOR CLOSES)

You want to go with him, don't you?

He's my friend.

Listen,

I know we've got a lot to talk...

You don't have to say anything.

You call me out of the blue

and ask if I could help your friend.

And I've done that.

Look, I know you're angry with me

and you have every right to be.

But I just want you to know

that nothing was your fault.

Sam,

if you're getting out of the car,

then just go.

Please, Maria.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey.

I've already lost a mother.

Don't make me lose a father as well.

You remind me so much of her.

Just be careful.

(SIGHS)

(CAR ENGINE TURNS OVER)

SAM: Oi!

Sam, what are you doing?

Go with Maria.

I can handle this.

I thought you might need someone

to do the talking for you.

Oh, please, mate.

Oh, this place. (CHUCKLES)

Believe it or not, back in 1976,

this was the place to be.

I used to bus them in from all over the island.

Rumour has it Bob Marley performed here.

(VEHICLES APPROACHING)

Sam.

Sam! Get back! Move!

MAN: Everybody out!

Secure the area! Move!

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

When will they want full delivery?

(CHUCKLES) They don't know

that they have bought them yet. (CHUCKLES)

FISHER: Why would Mo want to meet us here?

Are you sure this is the place?

GREENER: Yeah, looks like it.

MUSTAFA: Mr Fisher, Mr Greener.

Let me introduce Colonel Sullivan.

Right, a couple of things.

Who are you? How do you know my name,

and where the fuck is Mo?

Mohammed always said you get straight to the point.

Terry, you once told my brother

that you and Mr Greener can handle anything

if it's the right product.

This...

is the right product.

(SIGHS)

Is this for real?

This is very real, Mr Fisher.

Very real.

Sergio.

(BULLET CASINGS CLATTER)

Bingo.

I ain't sure about this.

This is terrorist shit.

Listen,

I'm a drug dealer, I'm not a gun runner.

Let's just stick to the pills, yeah?

How much?

(GRUNTS)

Maxim.

MAXIM: Hmm.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY)

Good morning, gentlemen.

(CHUCKLING) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm just a tourist taking a trip down memory lane.

I saw nothing, I heard nothing.

I'll be on me way.

-SERGIO: Don't move! -(GUN COCKS)

This is beautiful.

(EXHALES)

Who are you?

SAM: Like I said,

just a tourist.

(GROANS)

You out of your mind?

Holster that firearm.

SULLIVAN: Who are you with?

No one.

No one.

You're not with anyone.

(PANTING)

Sergio,

kill him.

Hey!

Let him go!

Tate!

-Who is this man? -AZIZ: He's nobody.

Just a parasite, upset I killed his little friend.

Still allergic to the seafood, I see.

Now, listen to me.

I don't care who you are or what you're doing.

I'm here for Fisher and Greener.

(CAR SPEEDING AWAY)

Looks like your cowardly friends

have left.

(IN RUSSIAN)

(IN ENGLISH) Who are you talking to?

I'm going in for a closer look.

Davis. Davis, get back here!

That's an order.

God damn it, Davis.

Patrick,

nobody needs to die here today.

You do.

You tried already, remember?

Time to give up now. Enough.

Now drop your gun

or I'm gonna kill your friend.

SAM: Don't do it, Pat.

You put that gun down, you're as dead as I am.

SULLIVAN: I'm gonna count to three.

One...

Two...

Whoa, whoa, wait. Wait, please.

You win.

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

Three.

(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(BREATH TREMBLING)

(THUDS)

Oh, my God.

It's a trap!

(DAVIS SCREAMING)

(MAN SCREAMING)

(PAT GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

Aziz!

(GROANS)

AGENT: Take cover!

MAN: Contact!

(SCREAMING)

(GUNS CLICK EMPTY)

(GUN CLATTERS)

(BULLETS RICOCHETING)

SERGIO: Hey! English!

(PAT PANTING)

SERGIO: He's running through the forest!

Find him!

(TWIG SNAPS)

(MAN GROANING)

You looking for me?

-(FLESH SQUELCHING) -(MAN GROANING)

(MAN 2 PANTING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(THUDS)

Get in.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(FOOTSTEPS OVERHEAD)

SULLIVAN: How the fuck did they know we were there?

I told you to secure that area.

We're gonna have to move the merchandise now.

Assume that the current location has

been compromised.

(TEXT-MESSAGE ALERT BEEPING)

-SULLIVAN: Isabella! -(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

What's the issue?

It was a set-up.

We were ambushed.

We have a traitor among us.

Colonel Sullivan, I found this on one of the dead men.

SERGIO: ATF.

But the man who escaped was English.

So were the buyers.

Go and bring me Fisher and Greener.

Now.

MAN: You seem to have landed yourself

in a whole heap of shit,

and I can't quite work out whether you know it or not.

You need to tell me who you are.

Agent Jim Cartwright,

CIA.

This is Agent Miller

with the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms.

We've been following you for a few days now,

ever since your display

in Es Paradis the other night.

What is your connection to this man?

PAT: Remember me?

I don't know. I've never seen him before.

CARTWRIGHT: His name is Terry Fisher.

Mr Fisher was also in Es Paradis

the same night you were.

It's a big club.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Do you know this man?

Richard Thomson.

He was also at the club at the same time.

Later, he was found dead on a beach.

With crabs crawling out of his ass.

The Spanish police are very eager to find out

how he met his demise.

(RICKY SCREAMING)

Yeah, well, perhaps he can't swim.

And lastly, this man.

I take it you don't know him either.

Put the gun down.

No.

MILLER: You sure about that?

Look real close.

Mohammed El Habib.

An ex-soldier turned high-ranking member

of the Moroccan mafia,

with powerful connections

to persons we're extremely interested in.

He was, also,

a paid informant.

What do you mean, "was"?

He was found at his villa with his throat cut.

Be under no illusions

as to the seriousness of your situation.

I am, however,

not concerned with you.

Well, not right now.

CARTWRIGHT: Five days ago,

a shipment of stolen M4 assault rifles

was taken from a war zone in southern Bosnia.

The man responsible for the theft is this man,

Jack Sullivan,

a former British Colonel with the Royal Marines.

After his court-martial during the Gulf,

Sullivan reappeared in Bosnia as a gun for hire.

These are American-made assault rifles,

and we want them back

along with the men who stole them,

before this turns into an international incident

and an embarrassment to our country.

These are very serious people, Mr Tate.

Then I don't need to tell you that.

One more thing.

I read your files.

Who's, er, who's Kenny?

What the fuck's that got to do with you?

It seems to me,

everybody who gets close to you ends up dead.

Well, do yourself a favour

and don't get too close then.

MILLER: Hmm.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOORS LOCK)

Come on.

(CLICK)

(SIZZLING)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(SNAPS)

(DOORS UNLOCK)

(SNIFFING)

(MILLER GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(COUGHING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(TYRES SCREECH)

(TYRES SCREECH)

(PAT GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(MOTORCYCLE REVVING)

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

FISHER: You do know once you start

with this lot...

you're in it for life.

GREENER: So?

What's your point?

I've paid my debt to you, Michael.

I'm sorry, mate.

I want out.

GREENER: What are you talking about, Terry?

We're partners.

We can make millions on these guns.

Hey!

Fisher!

I spared your life.

Don't even think about leaving me out here.

(SCOFFS) Call your mate.

Let him come get you.

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

(LINE TRILLING)

(PHONE RINGING)

-(CAR HONKS) -FISHER: Come on.

(GUN COCKS)

Colonel Sullivan would like to speak to you.

Get the other one.

Both of you.

(FISHER SIGHS)

(GASPS)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PAT PANTING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(GROANING SOFTLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)

(PAT GROANING)

MAN: You all right, mate?

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(MOTORCYCLE APPROACHING)

(ENGINE TURNS OFF)

(THUDS)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(MAN YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

MAN: Get the cargo into the tunnel!

Get out!

What is this place?

SULLIVAN: Welcome, gentlemen.

Beautiful, isn't it?

These tunnels were built by the revolutionaries

during the Spanish Civil War in 1936.

You two, move!

SULLIVAN: They were used to store valuables

in case the island become overrun.

During the Second World War,

these passages were sealed

in fear of an imminent invasion

of the island.

Fifty years on,

and nobody even remembers they're here.

Same shit,

different war.

So what do you think of my collection?

It was liberated from the National Gallery

in Sarajevo.

Oh, yeah.

It's very impressive.

(CHUCKLES)

It's absolutely priceless.

You're familiar with the work of, er,

Gabrijel Jurkić, Mr Fisher?

I was going to say,

it looks like one of his.

Blinding.

Who was the man at my meeting today?

His name is Pat Tate.

And what does he know about my business?

Nothing.

It's a personal vendetta between me and him.

Give me one good reason

why I shouldn't cut your fucking head off.

'Cause you need me

to get rid of your guns.

SULLIVAN: Okay, Mr Fisher.

You owe me £400,000,

£300,000 for my guns

and £100,000 for the inconvenience.

You've got 24 hours to conclude this deal.

Good luck, gentlemen.

And godspeed.

And don't even think about leaving the island

because we will find you.

Good luck.

(SIGHS)

So what are we gonna do now, then?

How the hell are we gonna get 400 grand by tomorrow?

What can you pull together right now?

I've got 300 of Hexell's money.

We can't use Hexell's money.

Do we have a choice?

I guess not.

We're still a hundred short anyway.

I'll get it sorted.

Really hope so, mate.

'Cause it's on us now.

Hey, mate.

Open the gate, will you?

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm so sorry.

Where were you?

(GASPS)

ISABELLA: You're a very lucky man.

The bullet went straight through.

Who are you?

Trust me, it doesn't matter.

I have saved your life twice now.

If you do not tell me what I need to know,

there will not be a third.

My best mate, my... my friend...

was murdered in cold blood.

And the men responsible for that murder

are on this island.

And I will not stop until they're dead.

'Cause I'm here for one reason and one reason only.

And what is that?

Retribution.

My name is Isabella Chaika.

I've been tracking Colonel Sullivan

for the past two years.

My father had a small farm

on the outskirts of Yugoslavia.

One day we were hunting,

and that's when I heard a noise.

MAN: Steady.

Take a deep breath.

One,

two,

-fire. -(GUNSHOT)

(GIRL SINGING)

Come, Galina.

Your father and sister will be back from hunting soon.

GALINA: Mama, who is that?

(MAN 2 SPEAKING IN DISTANCE)

MAN 2: Patrick, Sergio, over there.

Well done, Isabella.

-(GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE) -(GASPS)

Come on, move. Go!

(ISABELLA PANTING)

Stay down.

SERGIO: Hello, my friend.

What are you doing here?

This is my land.

Relax, Papa.

We're only passing through.

ISABELLA'S FATHER: You have no business here.

(GROANING)

(BREATH TREMBLING)

(PANTING)

(CHUCKLES)

SERGIO: My men are tired and hungry.

You will give them what they want.

(ISABELLA'S FATHER PANTING)

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

(PANTING)

I'll see you in hell.

(SERGIO GROANING)

ISABELLA'S FATHER: Galina! (GROANS)

(BREATH TREMBLING)

ISABELLA'S FATHER: I'm coming!

(SERGIO GRUNTING)

ISABELLA'S FATHER: I'm coming!

Galina!

Yes, you will.

-(GUNSHOT) -(GROANS)

(GASPS)

MAXIM: Sergio,

we need to go. We need to go! (SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(BREATH TREMBLES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

ISABELLA: (IN ENGLISH)They murdered

my entire family that day.

And I did nothing.

I then found out

that that man's name was Sergio Galcov.

By then, he had become a captain in Sullivan's army.

So we're both here for exactly the same reason.

Just different people.

-(KNOCKING ON DOOR) -(ISABELLA GASPS)

(SOFTLY) Keep quiet.

Hey.

Hey.

I was in the neighbourhood.

I thought I'd check in, see how you're doing.

I'm fine, thank you.

Thought you might like to know that we, er...

We lost our guy today.

He's floating somewhere along the seabed.

One less thing I need to be worried about.

I could use a drink.

I'm sorry, not tonight.

It's been a long day.

Really?

No problem.

Another time.

Sure you're okay?

I'm fine. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I'll see you tomorrow.

All right.

Get some sleep, okay?

How's that coffee?

Hot, barely.

You hungry?

RODRIGUEZ: Yeah.

I thought you would like to know,

one of my men was called to an incident

on the beach yesterday in San Antonio.

MILLER: Is that right?

RODRIGUEZ: A man was seen coming out of the sea,

covered in blood.

Go on.

Apparently, he caused chaos in some beach bar.

This is the part where you tell me

you have this man in custody.

-(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) -Right?

No.

We haven't.

He was seen being helped

by a woman on a black motorcycle

before my men could get to the scene.

So no, we don't have him.

(CHUCKLES)

That fucking bitch.

Mike, cover that rear.

(COCKS GUN)

Good?

God, you scared me.

Maria, sit down a minute.

I need to talk to you.

It's about Sam.

He, erm...

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

He didn't make it.

Sam's dead.

Maria, I'm so sorry.

And it's my fault. It's all my fault.

I should have listened to him.

And I should've left when he said.

You can't blame yourself.

My father was his own man.

He was more than just a mate to me.

He was like a father to me, too.

Listen, get some rest.

Tomorrow, I will put you on the ferry to Majorca,

and from there you can get back to England.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm very glad to hear it.

MILLER: Hey, hey, hey, hey.

He was here last night, wasn't he?

(SIGHS)

Isabella, what were you thinking?

He needed my help.

Come on.

He's not going to stop.

Well, then you better hope we find him fast.

Otherwise, there's gonna be a lot more blood spilled

on this island.

Maybe that is what they deserve.

MILLER: Hey.

This isn't a game, Isabella.

Just you remember where I found you.

If it wasn't for me, you'd still be rotting

in a prison cell on your one-woman crusade.

If it wasn't for me having to whore myself out

for the American government,

then you wouldn't know jack shit.

So who's playing a game?

You'll have your revenge, sweetheart,

but in a courtroom.

Just you remember you work for us

and do your fucking job.

(DEVICE BEEPS)

GREENER: Oh, relax.

If I wanted you dead, trust me, you'd be dead.

So, what the fuck do you want?

I've got a proposition for you.

There's an old, abandoned military base

on the north side of the island.

I thought that was demolished years ago.

Well, it's not.

It is, however, heavily guarded.

So I'm gonna need you to go down there

and cause a bit of chaos for me.

Why?

We've got history, Pat.

You stole from me in Marbella.

Now I'm calling in your debt.

And what's in it for me?

Two things.

The man who killed Sam will be there.

And what's the other?

GREENER: You help me with this,

and I'll give you the one thing you really want.

Fisher.

(HORSES WHINNYING)

(COCK CROWING)

(SHEEP BLEATING)

(IN SPANISH) Hola, Pedro.

(IN ENGLISH) Is your grandfather around?

He's in the barn.

Why?

You need another watch?

Yeah.

A bigger one.

Now this is what I'm talking about.

Hey, come.

Big boom.

No shit.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

SULLIVAN: What are you doing?

My business here is nearly concluded.

Nothing. Where are you?

Still at the compound.

I need you to be ready to leave the island tonight.

Yes, of course.

Stay where you are

and I'll have someone pick you up. Okay?

I understand.

Okay, good.

She was the only other person

who knew about the deal at the Festival Club.

Then kill her.

With pleasure.

(OWL HOOTING)

(INSECTS CHIRRING)

(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Move! We need to roll out!

(SOFTLY) So, what's the plan?

Do you think you can take that?

-No problem. -Good.

Get up there, and you wait for my signal.

-(VEHICLE APPROACHING) -Wait.

GUARD: Open the gate!

-(RADIO CHIRPS) -MAN: Captain Sergio,

I have arrived at the target's house.

-SERGIO: You know what to do. -(RADIO CHIRPS)

(COCKS GUN)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(TENSE MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

Hey.

(GROANS)

-(BLADE PIERCES) -(FLESH SQUELCHES)

SULLIVAN: Is that my money?

What on Earth is that?

That's the Gustaf 8.4 recoilless rocket launcher,

and it's a sample for your next shipment.

Take this to the gentleman's van.

And be careful, it's armed.

Yeah, wait a minute.

Did you say "next shipment"?

What did you think, Mr Greener?

That this was gonna be a one-off thing?

You'll be taking a consignment of my guns every six months.

Now I ask you again,

is that my money?

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

And the rest?

(CLEARS THROAT)

(BAG THUDS)

(UNZIPS BAG)

What the fuck is this?

(LIGHTER CLICKING)

PAT: Hey. Try this.

(ALARM BLARING)

Everybody out now! Move, move!

I'll deal with you later.

I said move!

Everybody fall out!

Move! Now!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTS)

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Yeah!

Go! Move out!

(YELLING)

Kill him!

-(GUN JAMMING) -(MARIA GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

-MAXIM: You! -(COCKS GUN)

(GROANS)

Here, come on.

We're not leaving here with nothing.

Look, this little lot could set us up for life.

Grab hold.

-(GRUNTS) -FISHER: Oh, it's heavy.

SERGIO: You might want to put that down.

Which one of you want to die first?

I absolutely hate that mug.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

-GREENER: Let's take his Jeep! -(FISHER SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

GREENER: Oh, who cares? Come on, hurry up!

(MARIA GROANING)

-(SPITS) -(MARIA GROANS)

(CHUCKLES)

(UNZIPS)

-(MARIA GROANS) -(BELT BUCKLE JINGLING)

-(MARIA GRUNTING) -(MAXIMUS GROANING)

(PAT GROANS)

-(MAXIMUS YELLS) -(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(MARIA GRUNTS AND GROANS)

(MARIA GRUNTS)

(MAXIMUS GRUNTS)

(PAT GROANS)

-(MARIA STRUGGLING) -(MAXIMUS GRUNTING)

(PAT GRUNTS)

(MAXIMUS GROANS)

-(MAXIMUS GRUNTS) -(MARIA GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(MARIA CHOKING)

(MAXIMUS GRUNTING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(MARIA GRUNTING)

(MAXIMUS SCREAMS)

-(FLESH SQUELCHES) -(MAXIMUS YELPS)

(MARIA GRUNTS)

(MOTORCYCLE APPROACHING)

(ENGINE TURNS OFF)

(SULLIVAN SCREAMS)

(SULLIVAN GRUNTS)

(SULLIVAN GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(SULLIVAN GRUNTS)

(COUGHS)

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

-(SULLIVAN GRUNTS) -(CLATTERS)

-(CLANKING) -(SULLIVAN GROANS)

(TOOL CLATTERS)

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(GRUNTS)

(ENGINE REVS)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Steady.

Deep breath.

-(ENGINE REVVING) -(INHALES DEEPLY)

One...

Two...

Fire.

(PAT GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

Burn in hell.

That's three times now.

Thanks.

Take care of yourself.

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(MOTORCYCLE DRIVING AWAY)

-(FLESH SQUELCHING) -(SCREAMS)

(PAT GRUNTS)

Don't worry, I'll make this quick.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

-(BLOW LANDS) -(SULLIVAN GROANS)

You weren't fucking quick enough.

(TYRES SCREECH)

Do it.

(TYRES SCREECH)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

POLICEMAN: Drop the gun!

CARTWRIGHT: Let him go, Mr Tate.

We need him alive.

(SIGHS)

(SULLIVAN GROANS)

You should have killed me when you had the chance.

MILLER: Drop the knife.

(KNIFE CLATTERS)

You're gonna go away for a long time.

CARTWRIGHT: Agent Miller. MILLER: Yeah.

CARTWRIGHT: Let him go.

What?

Excuse me?

-(SNAPS FINGERS) -CARTWRIGHT: Detective.

I think you'll find

everything you're looking for is here.

What is this?

Cocaine?

Sir, I don't understand.

As far as I can see,

this just looks like some...

drug deal gone south.

Well, have your men take possession

of the evidence, Detective.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION IN SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) Are you kidding me?

You want to talk me through this?

I have orders from the top to make

this whole situation disappear.

And from where I'm standing,

it looks like he's done your job for you.

Search the compound,

retrieve any outstanding weapons.

Make sure nothing is left.

I want no trace.

It ain't over.

Your time will come.

Yeah, well, maybe.

But not today.

CARTWRIGHT: I meant what I said, Mr Tate.

Disappear.

Listen, erm...

if there was one thing I knew about Sam...

He would have wanted you to have that.

Thank you.

(LINE RINGING)

It's Miller.

You know what to do.

(FISHER LAUGHING)

We did it! Mate, there's got to be

about a million quid's worth of gold in the back!

FISHER: Yeah, and the rest! (LAUGHS)

That, along with Hexell's money,

we are well on top. We can go anywhere.

Speaking of Hexell's money,

what happened to your hundred grand?

-What? -Newspaper cuttings?

You could've got us killed.

-Well, I didn't, did I? -(BULLET RICOCHETING)

(GUNSHOTS)

-(TYRES SCREECH) -(CRASHING)

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

Anything?

Sorry, guv. We checked everyone on that flight.

Tate's name ain't on it.

The information we got said that he was gonna be

-on that plane. -Maybe the tip's no good.

We're gonna find out then, aren't we?

Come on. Come on!

Nice holiday, Mr Bentley?

I've had better.

(STAMPS)

Cheers.

DCI JONES: Excuse me!

Police coming through!

DC MONROE: Excuse me.

Have you seen this man?

(PLANE WHOOSHING OVERHEAD)

MAN: Patrick Tate.

I'm Detective Jackson with the Metropolitan Police.

Do you mind accompanying me down to the station?

We've got a few questions we'd like to ask you.

Here he is, Mr Hexell.

Hello, Patrick.

Don't even think about running.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

HEXELL: You see, Patrick, it's not about the 40 grand

you owe me,

it's the principle.

If I don't make an example out of you,

I'll have every Tom, Dick and Harry in Essex

taking liberties.

And I can't have that, can I?

I told you

there would be blood.

What's all this going on?

Get out and have a word, will ya?

JACKSON: Oi.

Over your shoulder, mate.

JACKSON: What's going on?

Oh, nothing, mate.

The gas main's burst at the top of the road.

(COCKS GUN)

Billy the kid.

Look at you, all grown up.

Now, I want you to think very carefully

about what you're gonna do next.

Get out of the car, David.

Come on, son, you're out of your league, ain't ya?

You haven't got the bollocks.

(TRAIN HORN BLARING IN DISTANCE)

(TRAIN RUMBLING)

(THUDS)

Kenny would want you to have that.

(HEAVEN KNOWS BY AUSTIN HOWARD PLAYING)

(UNZIPS)

♪ Heaven knows What life may bring ♪

♪ There could be Blue skies through the rain ♪

♪ And I know I must find my way ♪

♪ So come on, help me To release my soul today ♪

♪ Won't you help me Help me through this pain ♪

♪ It cuts like a knife ♪

♪ Burns like acid rain ♪

♪ Help me Help me to release my soul ♪

♪ Nobody knows which way Which road to go ♪

♪ Heaven knows What life may bring ♪

♪ I have a feeling You can feel the acid sting ♪

♪ Help me release My soul today, yeah... ♪

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(TAPPING)

Hey, Terry.

What's the matter?

You can't stand the heat?

(BREATH TREMBLING)

(WHISTLES)

(GUNSHOT ECHOES)

(HEAVEN KNOWS BY ROSKO PIKO PLAYING)

♪ I only saw How it would start ♪

♪ When you revealed Your secret heart ♪

♪ You want to know How it will end ♪

♪ Now we are more Than just good friends ♪

♪ I only know What's now for sure ♪

♪ Heaven knows What's round the bend ♪

♪ You want Some safety, surety ♪

♪ Some final guarantee From me ♪

♪ But there's No contract to amend ♪

♪ The problems Future us will send ♪

♪ I only know What's now for sure ♪

♪ Heaven knows What's round the bend ♪

♪ I only know What's now for sure ♪

♪ Heaven knows What's round the bend ♪

♪ Think you can manage All my time? ♪

♪ It will be Just another crime ♪

♪ Our fragile hope Will simply rend ♪

♪ It's simply trust You'll have to lend ♪

♪ I only know What's now for sure ♪

♪ Heaven knows What's round the bend ♪

♪ Stop the illusion Of control ♪

♪ And give some freedom To your soul ♪

♪ Let's take time To heal and mend ♪

♪ I will not destiny offend ♪

♪ I only know What's now for sure ♪

♪ Heaven knows What's round the bend ♪

♪ I only know What's now for sure ♪

♪ Heaven knows What's round the bend ♪

♪ I only know What's now for sure ♪

♪ Heaven knows What's round the bend ♪

♪ Oh, the future's Not been told ♪

♪ Don't buy What you've been sold ♪

♪ Oh, the future's Not been told ♪

♪ Don't buy What you've been sold ♪

♪ Oh, the future's Not been told ♪

♪ Don't buy What you've been sold ♪

♪ The future's not been told ♪

♪ Don't buy What you've been sold ♪

(SONG ENDS)