All language subtitles for The Debt Collector 2 2020

[indistinct conversations]

[country tune playing]

[man 1]
Calm down, calm down, calm down.

[man 2]
Agh!

[man 1] Calm down!

[man 3]
I'm OK, bro. We're OK.

[waitress]
What can I getcha, doll?

Y'know what?
I'm gonna go with a ginger ale.

-[laughs]
-Y'know what? Make it a diet.

-[both laugh]
-Yeah, I gotta check
if we have that.

-OK, you do that.
-A beer if we don't?

I'm gonna take it up a notch
and go with a water. OK?

-[guitar tuning]
-[glass shatters]

[angry voices]

-[man] How many times have I...
-[Irv] French!

Brother, are you gonna
do somethin' about this?

Fuckin' prick.
Y'all fuckin' prick!

A'right, a'right.
Break it up. Break it up.

Let him go.
Take it outside. Yeah?

-Get outside now!
-Fuck off, Harry Stiles.

-This don't concern you.
-Listen, mate.

You can kick seven shades
of shite out of each other,
for all I care,

but you're doin' outside.
Otherwise it is my concern!

-[rock band soundcheck]
-Who the fuck do you
think you are?

-Ugh!
-French... don't do it.

Now listen to me.

-[cymbal clangs]
-Calm down, OK? You see him?

See that guy? His name's Irv,
and that's my boss.

Now, he's given me
strict instructions.

You gotta take all violence
outside the premises. OK, lads?

Because I've had a few
unfortunate events over
the past few weeks,

and I've caused a bit
of damage, and...

I promised him I'm gonna
turn over a new leaf, OK?

So, please. Take it outside
and let me finish my breakfast.

-A'right?
-[chuckles]

What d'you reckon, lads?

Shall we match his faggy,
English ass outside?

Like we did 100 years ago?

More like 250 years, I think.
But that's by the by, isn't it?

Anyway... wasn't exactly
fair fight back then, was it?

It was us against you,

and we kicked your
sorry asses all the way
back across the Atlantic!

-Nah, you didn't, mate.
-[mocking] Sent you home crying

to your bitch queen!

-[laughs]
-Nah, they didn't, mate.

Well, it wasn't a queen,
actually, mate.

No, it was a king.

King George III to be precise.

But, well, I wouldn't expect
you lot to know that.

I mean, you probably never read
a book in your life, have ya?

So, allow me to educate
ye geriatric Yank fucks.

See, you had help
from the Spanish...

the French... oh, and the Dutch.

And yeah, all right. We might've
taken a bit of a kickin',

but the odds were
against our boys.

Just like they are against me
now, to be honest.

But d'you know what?

I fuckin' like these odds.

'Cause like good ol' King George
always used to say,

"Come and fucking get it!"

[grunts and blows]

[rock music playing]

[grunting and groaning
continues]

On your six, Frenchie!

Cheers, mate!

I gotta tell you somethin', pal.

You still got it.
You got every move [kiss].

-The fuck?
-Uhh!

[grunting]

[band stops playing]

I thought you were dead.

Well, so did I,
Frenchie. Believe me.

A story for another time.

[coughing and groaning]

[Irv]
Outside, French! A word.

[coughing and groaning]

I love this fuckin' place!

Mmm!

Don't do this, OK?
I need this job.

I need it, mate.
Please, don't do this.

And I need a club

that doesn't have to be
renovated once a week

'cause of what you do.

Listen, brother. After the cost
of the busted-up furniture,

and your unpaid bar tab,

there's 80 bucks.

Good luck.

Oh, 80 bucks, yeah? Yeah?

Well, good luck findin'
someone else to scrape up

the shit that comes
in this place!

It's a shit hole, mate!

[clears throat, sniffs]

Was nice to see that things
are workin' out for you, pal.

I'm very happy about that, I am.

Hey y'know,
what it's worth, if, uh,

if you wanna
finish that breakfast,

there's a place next door.
Maybe we can, you know...

Why, are you buyin'?

Since you got no job no more...

why not?

Come on, Frenchie.

It's still just "French,"
by the way!

[Sue]
Mmm. [sniffs]

Mmm. Ahh.
[sniffs, clears throat]

-Mmmm!
-I can't believe it.

I can't believe you're
sat right here in front of me.

I thought for sure
that you were a goner.

Mm, believe me, I was.

Flat-lined two times
on that slab.

-Yeah?
-Mm-mm.

-Jesus.
-If it wasn't for Tommy,

I probably wouldn't
be here right now.

Paid a lot of money
to make me undead. Yeah.

Got shot up
pretty bad, Frenchie.

Stomach, one vertebra.

One up here in the lung.
Can you imagine? Yeah?

Actually, had to leave
one in near my spine.

-Fuck.
-Yeah.

Well, kudos to you, mate,
because, uh, y'know what?

As far as zombies go...

you're lookin' all right.

Hm. Mmm.

So, where's my coupe?

Oh, I'm fine, Sue.

Don't worry
about the injuries I took.

Yeah, thanks for asking.

Oh, no, no. It's not like that.

See, I just--because
of the, um--

Oh, c'mon, Frenchie.

How you doin'?
Really, I'm sorry.

Just--How you doin'?

-I'm all right.
-Yeah?

-I'm pretty good.
-Yeah?

Took two in the chest.
One here, one there.

I dunno how,
but I somehow managed

to crawl back
to the car, all right,

and drive myself
to the emergency room.

-Well.
-I was surprisingly all right.

I mean, I've seen a soldier
shoot himself in the foot,
and he died.

Yet I take two in the chest
and somehow manage to live
to tell the tale.

Human body, mate, it's a fucked
up thing, I'm telling you.

-I'll tell you this as well.
-Mm-hmm?

Had to blag the police
at the hospital, though.

Told 'em my gun went off,
whilst I was cleaning it.

[laughs]

Bet they bought that,
am I right?

[chuckles]
They did. I dunno.

Maybe they couldn't be
arsed with the paperwork.

Well...

Hmm.

So, where's my coupe?

Didn't shoot out that
loving bedside manner
of yours, did they?

Frenchie, where's
my fuckin' car?

I fuckin' sold that car, mate.

You did what?
You did what--[stuttering]

With who? With what? What?

I sold the car
to a chop shop, didn't I?

Didn't have
a fuckin' choice, did I?

It was covered
in my blood, wasn't it?

Listen, that was like a bullseye

for every gangster in East LA.

So, I flogged that thing.

Lemme ask you somethin'.

By chance, how much...
did you sell

this classically-designed
vehicle for?

Dunno, it was about six grand.

[hits table] Fuck me,
Frenchie! Six grand?

Six--Just the fuckin' rims alone
are worth six fuckin' grand!

-You understand me, right?
-Hey.

I am sorry.
Everything is under control.

My apologies.

You know, you're unbelievable.

-And I don't like
this--this tone.

-What tone?
-This tone.

-I haven't got a fuckin' tone.
What you talkin' about?
-Oh yeah, you do. You do.

I come as a friend, I catch the
bus to come and see my friend.

I come all this way,
and you give me this... tone.

No, you caught the bus,
mate, to come and get
your precious coupe.

Hey, is that the only reason
you come here, then?

Actually, no. It's not
the only reason.

I came for Tommy.
He's got a job for us.

Two days, three vigs.

We're in, we're out.
What do you say?

Are you fuckin' kidding me?

OK.

Fuck off, mate. Yeah?

D'you know what? I only did
that job for three days,

we both almost fucking died!

No chance.

Get stuffed.

"Never again. Can't do it!"

Listen to you, right?

Let me tell you somethin' else.

It's a favor for Tommy.
You owe him.

No, I don't think I do.

OK. Tell you what.

I'll do it for Tommy,
you can do it for the money.

[scoffs] I ain't
that desperate, mate.

Oh yeah? We both know
that's not true. Right?

C'mon, French, think about it.
Get to split $70K.

How much?

-Hm?
-How much?

Seventy K.

One more job,
and you can be gone forever.

You can go home and do whatever
it is the fuck you wanna do.

You can open your gym.

Besides, Frenchie,
you know I need this one.

You'd be doing me
a square one, yeah?

I'm gettin' nowhere with
the 'just call me French'
thing, am I?

It's a term of endearment.

Yeah. Whatever, Susan.

One last job.

-Yeah.
-Three last jobs.

While you think about it,
I tell you what.

Per our previous discussion.

I'll take care of breakfast.

[paper shuffles]

I might leave another $20.

Why? Because I can.

You want more of this?

I'll see you outside.

[footsteps recede]

[French] So, what have you been
doin' for the past seven months?

You know, apart from
rising from the dead?

You ever think it might
be a nice idea to, uh,

let me know
you were still alive?

Well, I did consider
doing that, Frenchie,

but Tommy told me
to remain incognito,

so that's what I did, yeah?

Yeah, he said the same thing
to me, too.

That's why I've been
working outta this shit pit.

What a coincidence!

I get fired the same day
you turn up.

[chuckles]

[car alarm bleeps]

Whoa, wait a minute.
What the fuck is this?

It's called a car, mate.

No, it's a wheelchair

with a fuckin' roof, Frenchie.

You traded in my classic
for this piece of shit?

You should be
ashamed of yourself.

It doesn't drink gas
like a battleship,

it's clean, it's quiet.

And it doesn't smell
like your arse

on the inside. All right?

Now look, if we're gonna
do this, I'm gonna have to

go home and get
a change of clothes.

Oh, no, no, no.
Got no time

for you to change, OK?

You look beautiful.

On a time schedule.

Where are we off to first then?

Las Vegas. Is that OK with you?

-Vegas?
-Vegas.

Jesus Christ.

[engine starts]

[French]
I fuckin' hate Vegas.

[pop music on radio]

[Sue]
D'you want that one?

[French]
No, I don't like that one.

Nah, that's a bit shit, uh?

I like, uh, rock music.

All right, Frenchie, how about

we take it easy
with the DJ'ing, eh?

What do say?

-[music stops]
-[Sue chuckles] Oh.

So, where are we headed to
in Vegas then, mate?

We're stickin' with a vig.

Oh, the ol' vig, eh?

So, we are...

Have a look, Frenchie.
My specs must've...

Hang on a minute.

Vegas is number two
on this list.

How come we're goin' there first
and who's this Mal Reese bird?

Little tip, Frenchie.

Always start farthest away
from home

and work your way back, yeah?

Mal Reese...

Mal Reese is a bona fide
class act outta Louisiana, yeah?

Her old man moved here
when he was a kid, Frenchie,

to work for
the Ukrainian Crime Family.

Wasn't a pure-bred,
so one day he got an OBE.

"One behind the ear."

Anyways, it was the mid-80s.
Mal was in her late 20s.

So, she started working for
the Family under an alias. Yeah?

Pretty smart girl, Frenchie.

She knew everything, where

every penny was banked,
where every body was buried.

[Sue] After a time,
she'd developed a lot of power.

Slowly but surely, she became
very rich, very powerful.

Then one day [snaps fingers]...

she decides to wipe out
the whole fuckin' family.

[yelling and groaning]

[French]
How do you know all this, then?

I mean, the Urfalian family--

I've never heard of 'em.

I had this on-and-off thing
with her for about three years.

She was the best fuck
on the West Coast.

Crazy ones usually are,
am I right?

[loud gasp]

-Are you serious?
-Don't fuckin' say anything,

don't even hint
you know anything. OK?

'Cause if she looks
in your eyes,

and she thinks that I
told you a fuckin' word,

she'll kill us both.

I mean it, yeah?

Fuckin' sounds like
a right crazy bitch to me.

Oh, she is, Frenchie,
but I don't wanna wind up

hurting her, you know.
Physically, I mean.

I'm done with the violence,
brother. I'm done.

Done with violence?
What's that supposed to mean?

It means no more hurtin'
my fellow man.

[laughs]
"No more hurtin' my fellow man"?

You takin' the piss, mate?

No, I'm not takin' the piss!

What I'm tryin' to tell you
is maybe, OK?

Maybe, if it's fucking
life-threatening!

Well, good luck
with that, mate. Yeah.

We'll see how you
get on with that.

Answer me this though, right?

How do you expect to clear
three vigs in two days,

and not get
your little paws muddy?

How's that gonna work?

That's why I got you here.

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

You want me to do this with you,

we're gonna do 50-50,
right? Partners.

You're not gonna be
warmin' up the bench,

whilst I get roasted
in the thick of it again.

Let's hope it doesn't
get to that.

But it probably fucking will,
won't it? Let's be honest.

Do me a favor. Pull over
at the next stop, Frenchie.

I could use a drink.

Fill 'er up, Frenchie.
I'm gonna go pay inside.

[door sensor dings]

[groans]

[insect buzzing]

[hawk screeches]

He walkin' his ass over here.

Fucker really comin' over.

'Sup, lads... can I
help you with somethin'?

I don't know, French, can you?

Clock's tickin', motherfucker.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

[laughing]

Bitch-ass motherfucker, man.

[pill bottle rattles]

Mm. You OK, Frenchie?

-See that Black SUV there?
-Oh yeah, I see it.

-Right, yeah?
-Yeah.

Well, there's a couple
of massive blokes inside.

One of em's got
a fuck-off machine gun.

And he knew my name.

What's that all about?

Well, they've been following me
ever since I left LA.

-You what?
-Oh yeah.

And actually, they were outside
your dive bar up in Rancho.

Lemme ask you,
what happened to

your paratrooper observation
skills back there, Frenchie?

Just wonderin'.

Oh, I dunno, mate.
Maybe I was a little bit dulled

from the kickin' I just took!

Why are they tailin' us?

I dunno, Frenchie.

Maybe they're workin' for

who Tommy's collectin' for.

What for?

To make sure we
get the money or what?

Oh yeah. To make sure
we get the money

and then make sure we don't

run away with the money.
OK? C'mon--

Why the fuck would we run away
with the money, mate?

And who's Tommy collectin' for?

Frenchie, I don't have the
answers to all these questions.

All I know is
it's the right play.

Get the money back to Tommy,

take the cream off the vig,

and we get on our way. Come on.

Avante. Let's go.

I dunno about this, mate.

["Take the money and run"
by Miu playing]

[Sue sniffs, sighs]

Well, are we gonna do this
then, or what?

[exhales]
Yeah, I mean,

just give me a minute,
will you, Frenchie?

Just a minute, yeah?

-You all right, mate?
-I'm fine.

-Look like you're shittin' it.
-What?

You're scared because
of this bird, aren't you?

I ain't afraid of anybody.
You know that, right?

-Yeah?
-But, Mal... she's different.

Well, you better sharpen
them fangs, mate.

Because we're on a deadline,
aren't we. Remember?

Let's go.

Miss Reese is a busy woman.

So, be judicious
in your conversation,

get to the point quickly.

Follow me.

[French whispers] Check out
the thighs on that, mate.

How much do you reckon
she charges people to put
them in a scissor hold?

Gee, I'm tellin' you,
be serious.

You're gonna get us both killed.

[under his breath]
Fuckin' hell.

♪ Ohhh-oh-oh ♪

♪ I drive to your place
It's getting late ♪

♪ Take you anywhere you need ♪

[Britt]
Sound check's still going.
So, stay out of the way.

♪ But these headlights
Are takin me away ♪

Tiny, get them a drink.

All right, Miss Reese'll
be right with you.

Thank you.

Hey. I'll take a water, please.

And, uh, give this guy whiskey.

♪ Let's take a chance
Don't take it slow ♪

It's a nice place.
You shoulda stayed with her.

Frenchie, just...
be serious, yeah?

♪ 'Cause I can't
stay here anymore ♪

Thank you.

♪ But I can't leave you ♪

Sulinski "Golden Boy" Baker.

The return
of the main contender.

Mal Reese. Still a knockout.

Yeah. But we both know
it was you that got knocked out.

Never quite make it back
from that night.

Y'know what?
Maybe I never will, Mal.

But either way, it's really nice
to see you again.

Well, the sun is
over the yardarm,

and I know you were never one
to say no to a drink.

[Sue chuckles]
Actually, uh...

Kind of all finished
with that now, Mal.

Yeah, clean and sober
all the way.

We're just here on business.

Tommy called.

It's the $155K
that I was loaned.

We're gonna have to collect.

Well, the money's ready.

I got it prepared
after the phone call.

But...

No games. OK? No games.

I borrow a large sum of money
to save my bacon,

and the money comes
from a really bad cat.

But then he goes
and gets himself killed.

So, I think I got lucky
and got off.

But then you show up
on my doorstep to collect.

Who's playing games
with who, Sue?

[French]
Listen, love.

We traveled a very long way

through a hot bloody desert
to collect this. OK?

We're not here
to pussyfoot around.

So, you already prepared
the readies, let's have it...

and we'll clear out. Yeah?

Does the English shoe salesman
know who he's talking to,

and what I do to bad little boys
who talk out of turn?

Actually, Mallory,
we were just discussing this.

He has a hard time listening,
but... he's OK.

In my club,
you call me Miss Reese.

It's a term of respect,
and I demand res--

[interrupting]
Miss Reese, please.

Give us the money,
and we'll go. OK?

What is your name, little boy?

It's, uh, it's French.

They call him French,
just like the kiss.

-You cut me off, Mr. French.
-It's just French, by the way.

OK, listen. Mallory,

we've come a long way from LA,
we have to go all the way back.

We're very tired, OK?
Just... please.

You've met Miss Britt.
She has your money.

Give the bag to Mr. French.

-[shutter clicks]
-Get it, Frenchie.

She'll be shooting some footage.

Film Mr. French checking
the money's all there
and accounted for.

Y'know what, Mallory,
maybe you should keep filming

until we get all the way to
the car, if you're planning on

showin' this tape to Tommy.

Good idea.

Film them all the way
to the car.

♪ Where did you go? ♪

[low voice]
Are we good?

Yeah.

[zip]

Why don't you hang
with me a minute, Sue?

It's OK, Frenchie. I got it.

I'm sure Mr. French
can find his own way.

♪ It all just disappears ♪

You were so handsome.

Now you look
like a jigsaw puzzle

with a couple
of pieces gone wrong.

Hm.

I think I, uh,
can taste the caviar

you had for dinner
last night, Mal.

You could have been
right here at my side.

-[sighs]
-But you chose LA instead,

and look where that got you.

When you're washing the gray
hair on your balls tonight,

I want you to think of me
and the life that you rejected.

Now, piss off and deliver
your bone like a good
little fetch-dog.

Mallory.

You know, you got great lips.
You still do.

And you still scare the fuckin'
piss out of me, but...

your lips are magnificent.

♪ Can't feel you anymore ♪

♪ It all just disappears ♪

[French]
I'll tell you what, that was
a piece of piss, wasn't it?

She just gave us the money.

Hard ten my arse, mate.

What's your problem?

She gave it up way too easy,
Frenchie. OK?

-[laughing]
-Mal Reese--No, listen to me.

That's not the Mal Reese
I know. Trust me.

[crash]

-Jesus Christ!
-[crash]

Didn't I fuckin'
tell you, Frenchie?

There she is,
right on cue, yeah?

That's why they were filmin' us.

I've heard it being done before,

but no one's ever done it to me.

Do me a favor.
Get us outta this mess.

Do somethin' slick, yeah?

-[tires screech]
-[engine roars]

Oh! Precision driving, Frenchie.
Very impressive.

-You really showed 'em,
you know that?
-Shut up!

Y'know, you can take the wheel
whenever you want, you know.

It wouldn't make
a difference, right?

'Cause this piece of shit
couldn't get away anyway!

[gun cocking]

OK. What do we got here?

A machine gun, three batons.
What do you wanna do?

[French]
You can curb that shit about
denouncing violence for a start.

It ain't denouncing you!
Is it, mate? Hey! Is it?

[Britt]
We're just here for
the money, boys!

Play nice, we'll be nice back.

[French]
OK, this ginger prick.

AK 47. That is pretty much

the wankiest assault rifle
anyone could get.

Two million Russian soldiers
would disagree with you.

Yeah, but look how he's
limp-wristing the receiver.

I bet you this prick's never
had a range session in his life.

OK. If he gets close enough,

I'm gonna take him.

You can dance
with the other three, yeah?

Wait a minute.
You get to take out one,

I get to take out three.
How's that fair?

I'm gonna take the one
with the assault rifle, Sue.

You just told me he didn't
know how to hold the gun!

And one of yours is a girl.

She look like a girl?
That's a fuckin' monster.

You hit 'em,
they go down. Simple.

Come on, Frenchie, look.

I haven't hit a woman
in a long time, brother.

Well, that means you're rested
then, doesn't it? Yeah?

So, go on, get out there.
Give it a bit of the ol'
Golden Boy hospitality.

You remember how
to do that, yeah?

-F-you, Frenchie.
-Out of the car, asshole.

[grunting]

[grunting]

[panting] You hit me
with the bat, I'm so--

You can run for now.
This ain't over!

Well, let's get
something straight.

We're not the ones runnin'!

Go on, get outta here.

Go on, get outta here!

-[panting]
-[French] C'mon, Sue!

[French chuckles]
Nice work, old man.

Guess bein' dead
didn't dampen your technique.

Gee, what can I tell ya?

She hit me
in the head with a bat.

Ah c'mon, mate.
She didn't give you a choice.

Wouldn't beat yourself
up about it.

You guys done rollin'
around in the dirt?

Oh, it's nice to see
you guys show up. Yeah?

Here's an idea for ya.

How 'bout next time, you get out

and you give us a fuckin' hand.

-[Darius] Nah.
-Yeah.

We just like
watchin' you two fight.

Not bad for a couple has-beens.

[French]
Ha-ha-ha. Fuck off.

Look at blondie, man.

I recognize those eyes anywhere.
I'm tellin' you, dog, it's him!

[quietly]
What's he sayin', Frenchie?

I didn't hear him, mate.

-Jesus, who are these guys, Sue?
-I don't know.

Should I be worried about who
the fuck they're working for?

Let's just focus on the job.

We talked about it.
One down, two to go.

Let's just move on. We gotta go.

No-no-no. No.

No way I'm drivin' back through
the night to Los Angeles.

OK? No chance.

We're checkin' into a motel.

-I need my rest.
-We're on a time schedule!

We need to have
the money in by Friday.

-We talked about this!
-Yeah, I need some goddamn rest,

if I'm expected to keep
smashing people senseless.

Listen, mate. These machines,
they don't work without the cog.

What?

The cog.

The machines don't work
without the cog.

-Oh Jesus Christ, Frenchie--
-I need some rest!

[shouting] OK, you win!
Hotel, for sure. Let's go!

[water cuts off]

[old pop song playing]

[ringing]

[phone vibrates]

-[beep]
-Yeah.

[Sue]
Hey, Tommy.

So, we got the money
from Mal Reese.

That's first one down,
two to go.

She play nice?

[Sue]
Ah, you know.

Nice enough, I guess.

But, um, I got a question, yeah.

Seem to have picked up
some company.

Two brothers armed to bear.

They been shadowing us from LA.

They happen to be
part of this deal?

Yeah, just makin' sure
you don't blow with the dough.

Yeah. I figured as such, right.

How you doin', Tommy?
You doin' OK?

Don't worry about me, just
worry about the next two jobs.

I don't know, is there
anything else maybe I need
to know about this one, yeah?

[clucks tongue]

Uh, it's kinda hard
to talk right now.

Yeah, I understand,
Tommy. No problem.

I'll check in with you tomorrow,
OK? You look after yourself.

[sighs] I'm sorry I got you
into this, Sue.

[beep]

[knocking on door]

Is that you, Frenchie?
Come on in. It's open!

I managed to snag one of these
from across the street.

Thought it might help me sleep.

Come in. Come here,
what d'you got there?

Oh, you know me. Got a bit
of the old, uh, Rooster.

-Rooster Rojo?
-Yeah.

Can you imagine?
This is my brand, Frenchie.

-Yeah?
-Yeah! Yeah.

How very thoughtful of you,

but, uh... I'm afraid
I must decline.

Stone cold turkey.

You remember what I said.

But thank you, Frenchie.
Nice gesture.

-I thought you
were bullshittin'.
-Oh, no.

Yeah?

Well, I guess gettin' shot
by a machine gun'll

make you reevaluate
those decisions in life. Yeah?

By the way,
it's 100% blue agave.

You got the good stuff.

So, come on then, mate.

Said you died twice, right?

You see anythin'?
I mean, you know, like...

bright lights or your life
flash before your eyes?

Nah.

How 'bout you?

-What did you see?
-What did I see?

Nah, I wasn't anywhere near

close to bumpin' off
like you, mate. But, um...

Let's be honest.

It's kind of embarrassin'.

Embarrassin'? Why's that?

Well, look. I don't know
if I was hallucinatin' or what,

but the nurse
that wheeled me into the ICU,

she was fit as fuck,
mate. I'm tellin' ya.

Honestly, right?
Platinum blonde hair,

blue eyes, narrow waist. Right?
And the nurse's outfit?

I didn't know where to look.
So anyway, right,

it's fucking freezin'
in this place, right?

It's like the Baltic. Yeah?

And I'm shiverin' like
some sort of shittin' dog.

But I'm tryin' to keep
it together, 'cause I'm
lookin' up at this bird,

and she's cuttin'
my clothes off.

And I'm tryin' to look
like the Fonz, you know?

Like gettin' shot is just
a regular occurrence
for this stud.

D'you know what I mean?

So anyway, there she is.

She cut off my jeans,
she cut off my underwear.

And before I know it,
I am stark, bollock naked. OK?

Now, here's the thing.

I'm not a small man, Sue. OK?

I'm no thoroughbred
stallion either,

but it's a perfectly
healthy size, right?

But the thing is...

it is so fucking cold
in this place, right?

My old fella has decided
to shrink back

into his hole to the size
of a little nub.

Right? It was like a fucking
thimble, mate. It was pathetic.

I mean, just when you want him
to, like, stand up proud...

nothin'.

It's fuckin' embarassin'.

Well, if I may, Frenchie,
I must admit that, uh,

it would make
any man blush, yeah?

So, come on then, mate.
What about you?

You must remember somethin'.

We're tight, right?

-Of course, we are, mate. Yeah.
-Yeah?

'Cause what happened to me
was perfect, yeah?

Absolutely perfect.

And to be honest, the chance to
finally tell someone you respect

makes it feel
all the more special.

I saw her, Frenchie.

[babbling]

I saw Milly.

She was smilin',
she was wavin' back at me.

And that the thing here, y'know?

She was happy.

She wasn't disappointed
in her old man,

as I thought she would be
all these years.

She looked like a little angel,
staring back at me.

[giggles]

Ah. She made me
so happy, Frenchie,

I could've just faded away
right there [snaps fingers].

Yeah.

That's beautiful, mate.

Bloody hell. Here I am,
bangin' on about my tiny cock,

and you've gone
and hit me with the, uh,

one-two knockout
emotional punch.

[laughing]

[sighs]

Y'know I'm not really
a religious man, Sue.

I don't really believe
in any of that, but...

whatever that was...

I'm glad you got
to see her, mate.

Yeah, me too, Frenchie. Me too.

Ah, it's good stuff.

Take it easy on that stuff, OK?

We got an early rise
in the morning.

Yeah, I'll be fine, mate.
Don't worry about me.

[door opens]

Oh, you were right, by the way.

You know, the day we got shot?

I should've listened to you.

If I'd listened to you,
we'd both be better off

than we are now,
that's for sure.

Glad you're still alive, mate.

OK, Frenchie. We're here.

Looks like we're a little early,

so let's kick back
a little bit, yeah?

Wait till the owner gets here.

Do me a favor,
wake me up when he does?

I'm gonna take a little nap.

Yeah, all right, mate.
You get your beauty sleep.

I'm serious, Frenchie.
Just--just wake me up, yeah?

I don't want it to be
too much of a stretch.

Listen, mate, the only one
around here who needs to
do some stretchin' is you.

You got a tone.

[seat motor whirring]

Have a nice nap.

[sighs]

[passing helicopter]

Come on, oi. Come on, mate.

Get up. I got you
a cup of coffee, yeah?

-There we go. Wakey-wakey, mate.
-[groaning]

All right?

[Sue sighs]

[loud yawning]

[grunts]

This is damn good coffee,
Frenchie.

Jesus Christ, mate. Do you gimp
out like that every morning?

Just startin' the engines, yeah?

Sounded like you were rapin'
a rocking horse to me.

Let's take a look
at the vig, shall we?

[paper rustling]

OK.

All right.
Esteban Madrid, $95,000,

City of Angles Boxing Club.
What--wa-wa-wa?

[distant sirens]

This a boxing club?

I didn't realize
it was a boxing club.

That's because
you don't concentrate

when you read things, Frenchie.

Yeah, that's right. You.

I know this guy.

He's been around, he's trained
a lot of good fighters.

Let me tell you.
The number of these guys

that can actually fight
is woefully fuckin' small.

Yeah, same as pro MMA.

Yeah, well,

pro boxing, maybe it's
a little different. Yeah?

Y'know, it's precise.
There's discipline.

There's these. Yeah?

Hang on a minute.
You're tryin' to tell me

that martial arts doesn't
involve discipline?

Because I think a lot of people
might disagree with that, mate.

Just a few people.

Well, that's not what
I'm sayin', Frenchie. OK?

And I'm also not sayin' that
a boxer's gonna beat an MMA guy.

What I am sayin' is,

it's the sweet science.
It's fuckin' classy.

Oh yeah, mate. Really classy,
yeah. Bitin' peoples' ears off.

I mean, come on. It doesn't
get more corrupt--

Whoa-whoa-whoa,
Frenchie. French.

What?

-Is it fuckin' open?
-[hinges creaking]

Did he go inside?

Ahh, you don't know. Right?

[yelling] You were supposed to
be on fuckin' watch, Frenchie!

Well, I'm sorry, mate, but I was
gettin' you a coffee, wasn't I?

This here's the difference
between us leavin'
with the money

and gettin' our fucking
asses kicked by a bunch
of prizefighters, yeah?

All I'm sayin' is,
you're a little sloppy.

Listen, mate, I'm not the one
kippin' on the job, am I?

-That's you. Eh?
-Wouldn't be kippin'
If I didn't have to

fuckin' drive this piece of shit
for fuckin' hours across--

Yeah? Whatever!
Come on, let's get in there,

before the rest turn up. Yeah?

[French under his breath]
Fuckin' hell.

The smell, Frenchie.

Something you never forget.
The smell.

Hey, hey-hey!

Fellas, you can't just
walk in and hit the bag!

Right? You gotta check in,
you gotta sign a waiver.

-[Sue grunting]
- We ain't takin'
new members right now.

All right? So, hey, gramps.
Gramps. Take it easy!

All right? We don't
wanna have to break out
the defibrillator for you.

[French]
Oh, I wouldn't worry
about him, mate.

-He's tougher than he looks.
-Yeah, I ain't worried, pal.

-I'm tellin' you two assholes,
get the fuck outta my gym.
-Ooh!

Ah, there's no need
for language like that, pal.

We're here to see
Mr. Madrid. OK?

So, hop along
and get him, would ya?

Fuck off.

Listen, mate. If you're
gonna get saucy,

fuckin' do somethin'. All right?

'Cause I ain't got time
to piss about,

comparing whose is bigger.

If you knew me,
you'd know that mine is.

[chuckles]

Oh, right. OK.
You're a tough guy, are ya?

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

-Little bit.
-OK.

Well, y'know this confidence
that you're showin' me right
now?

It's fuckin' blind, mate.

'Cause you don't
know me from Adam.

But what you need to know
is that I'm the bloke

who's just walked
into a boxing club

and stepped up
to the brashest gobshite

who ever wanted
a crack at the title,

and I'm callin' him a cunt.

And I'm doin' it in front
of all of his boyfriends, too.

Yeah?

So, either that makes me
the biggest dog in the yard...

[whispering]
or a complete, fuckin' nutcase.

Either way, mate, do as I said.

Hop along, get your boss, yeah?

OK.

I will get Mr. Madrid.

-Yeah, you do that.
-Yeah. He'll sort this shit out.

Wow. You know, for someone
who doesn't like his job,

you really know how to

throw yourself into it,
Frenchie. Nice.

Just tryin' to get this done
and put this shite behind us.

Besides,

they're only boxers, right?

[music playing over radio]

Vaughan, tell Sugar
to come join us.

Tommy said you'd be stopping by.

Good. Then we won't have to
go 'round and 'round.

Ninety-five large.
Let's have it.

That money was
a sponsorship deal,

backin' one of my boys.

Wasn't a loan,
so, it's not a debt.

I don't borrow money
I can't pay back.

So, it's now our money.

So, you can tell Tommy
where he can stick it.

Always seems to get complicated,
doesn't it, Sue?

Yeah, well, we
wouldn't have a job

if it didn't, Frenchie.

OK, so look.

I've been doing this
a very long time, yeah?

-So--
-I know.

You bested one of my prospects,
back in the day.

You ruined his title shot.

[French]
Oh, you know who he is then.

And you should also know
that he's heard

every goddamn excuse
in the book.

So, listen, mate. We're in
nice and early, aren't we?

Do me a favor,
give us the money and...

we'll leave you be.

-Oh? That's all you want?
-That's right.

-Hm?
-Yeah.

You know, if you're
serious about boxing,

you should never fight
outside your weight division.

[calling]
Sugar! Get in here!

These two are here to reclaim
your sponsorship cash.

Without it, you'll be broke.

No sparring partners,
no camp, no expenses.

We'll see about that.

Which one of you pussies
is gettin' your gloves on?

-I think that'll be you, mate.
-Yeah.

Too much of a sweet science
for me anyway, right?

-Is that right?
-Yeah.

I guess it's you.

[Sue chuckles]

Let me tell you somethin'.
After I win,

I'm gonna take that
fuckin' money. Trust me.

-Yeah?
-Oh, yeah.

You ain't gonna win.

Pick up the gloves, old man.

I got this, French.

[joints cracking]
[groaning]

Let's go, man.

C'mon, mate, doesn't go against
your new, uh, pacifist code?

[grunting]

This isn't unnecessary
violence, Frenchie.

It's a sport,
in its purest form.

Two athletes in their prime.

Yeah, but you ain't either,
let's be honest.

-[man] And, here we go!
-Go on, Golden Boy! Let's go!

[men shouting]

Come on, mate!

Find the distance. C'mon!

Whoa-whoa!
It's OK! it's all right.

C'mon, Sue! We can do this!

Stake you move, mate. Come on!

Yes!

Golden Boy's up in the house!
Come on, mate!

You can do this!

C'mon, mate, take your time!
Don't lose him!

Why you waitin' there? Come on!

What you waitin' there, Sue!
Find a way in, mate!

Go on, mate!

Ohh! Oh shit.

-[grunting in pain]
-You all right?

-You good?
-Ugh!

C'mon, mate! Look at me.

-[groaning]
-C'mon, mate. Up you get.

Frenchie, I think
he moved a bullet.

Just fucking go for it!

Oi, you filthy twat!

-[men shouting]
-The fuck was that?

-Fucker's a twat!
-Fuck you, piece of shit!

Sue. C'mon, mate, get up.

Come on, you can
do it. Let's go.

Frenchie, I've got three fuckin'
Adam's apples. I'm done.

If you don't do this, we're
never gonna get that money.

C'mon, mate, you can do it!
Golden Boy, Let's go!

-[spits]
-[men laugh]

You gonna sub in for ya boy?

I'm tired of watching
him breathe!

Frenchie! Listen to me.

No matter what,
we're leavin' here

with the fuckin' money.

Go! Go do your thing.

[angry sigh]

-Same terms?
-Same terms, English.

-Fuckin' on then.
-Come on, then.

Come on, Frenchie!

OK. Here's my little pep talk.

You're aware of the Marquess
of Queensbury Rules, right?

-Yeah.
-Yeah, well, fuck 'em!

Go do your thing.

He's on your six.

[grunts]

[men shouting]

C'mon, Frenchie!

Come on.

You're good. Go after him!

-[men] Oh!
-What the fuck, man?

-[men] Dirty!
-What the fuck
is this guy doin'?

Force of habit, mate.

So, sorry.

There you go!

Just keep those fucking
gums chewing then.

[men taunting]
Come on.

[indistinct shouts]

[grunting]

[man]
There you go!

-[crack]
-Aah!

[screaming in pain]

Jesus.

-[gun cocking]
-Get the fuck out!

Shut the fuck up!
Get the fuck out!

Stay down, motherfucker!

Stop! I'll blow
your fuckin' heads off!

-Get the fuck off of me!
-Get in the corner!

You stay in the corner!

[breathing heavily]

Stay right there.

-Gimme the gun, Sue!
-Here ya go. Take that.

Get up, motherfucker.
We're goin' to get that money!

-[Estaban] Fuck you!
-Get in there!

Get over there!

Come on, Sue!

What is this?

There's two too many.

We're not a robbery,
we're here on business.

Yeah? That's sponsorship money.

Gifted to us by fucking Barbosa.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute, what'd you say?

You said Barbosa?

You fuckin' heard me.
Fuckin' sucker punched me.

Yeah, I've got a bad habit
of doin' that. I'm sorry.

Stay here, yeah?
Don't you fuckin' move.

Don't you fuckin' move!

Gimme the bag, Frenchie!

And the gun! Come on.

[engine starts]

Let's get the fuck
outta here, yeah?

OK, let's go!

[men shouting]

-[tires squeal]
-Get his ass!

[Sue]
Actually, the kid was a ringer.

Let me tell ya.
He was very good.

The kid could've been
a good champion,

until you went
and splintered his forearm

like you did. Y'know?

It was very cold,
Frenchie. Very cold.

Yeah, well, I told you boxing's
no match for MMA, didn't I?

A lot of people would
consider that cheating.

I'll tell you somethin' else,
Frenchie. You've changed.

And you've got a tone.

So, where are we
off to next, anyway?

Mm, OK.

Let's have a look at this.

[sniffs] OK.

Give it to me.

Canoga park. Deep in the Valley.

Joyous.

Cyrus Skinner, $255,000.
Jesus Christ.

-Saved the heftiest
for last then?
-[car door opens]

That's right, Frenchie.
That was the plan, brother.

-Heads up.
-OK.

What are these two doin' here?

Don't worry about it, Frenchie.

Play it cool. OK?

Damn, you boys
are right on course.

Two down and one to go, huh?

You OK, though?
'Cause you boys look fucked up!

[laughing]

-Ask him, man.
-A'ight. Down-and-out.

Ol' 'E' here reckons he saw you

in some, uh,
cheap-ass kung-fu film.

-Ninja. You're the
fucking Ninja.
-Jesus Christ.

The movie Ninja. The kung-fu
movie Ninja. That's you, right?

Actually, you would be correct,
gentlemen. That is me, yes.

-Told you so, man. I told you!
-You liked that movie, yeah?

Me and my brothers used to watch
that movie all the time

when we were kids, man.

Used to watch that shit
over and over again.

-Wow.
-But I ain't fucking
with you today, man.

Despite that bein' the best
ninja movie I've ever seen.

Hang on a minute.
Are you tellin' me

you've actually seen his movie?

[laughing]
And that it was good?

Bro! This fucker
used to be the shit, man.

Yeah?

You had that somethin' special.

And what the fuck
happened to you?

Same thing that's gonna happen
to you two boys.

It's called life.
Yeah? It's called life.

Well, maybe you can use

some of your ninja skills
for your next job.

-Cyrus Skinner.
-Let me as you a question--

Don't worry about it, Frenchie.
It's OK.

No, I wanna ask
a question, a'right?

If you two are so on the ball,
right, so gangster,

how come we're
collectin' the debts?

Why not do it yourselves. Eh?

Well...

'cause Molly wants
to see you bleed

for every buck he's owed.

[laughs]

What you talkin' about, mate?

-Don't worry.
-What you talkin' about?

-No, I'm worried!
-It's OK.

No, I'm worried
about it. Who's Molly?

Oh, you'll find out.
[chuckles]

Find out what, mate?
Oi, I asked you a question!

C'mon, Frenchie.
What the fuck do they know?

They're not talkin'
about anything.

C'mon, finish up. We gotta go.

Don't worry about it.

I'm gonna make a quick
phone call. I'll be right back.

[sniffs, exhales]

[ringing]

[beep]

[Sue]
Tell me you didn't know.

Sulinski--

Tell me it's as much a surprise
to you as it is to me

that we're collecting Barbosa's
money for his brother Molly.

We've had a good run,
Golden Boy.

If I were you,
I'd take that money and run.

-[gun cocks]
-Get the fuck outta he--

[clears throat]

Hey, hey. This is, uh,
Molly X, your new boss.

Listen. You owe me
one more collection.

So, bring that gold to Molly,

and I might cream
off the vig for you.

And your boy Tommy
can breathe easy again.

[hangs up]

[sniff]

Sorry, Tommy. I tried.

Let's go, Tommy.

It's OK, Pete.

You hate LA, but here you are.

Sit down.

[laughing]

Ah, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.

I actually
love Los Angeles, man.

I get my... Stacy Adams shined

and shaved by brothers
on Slauson.

I get my suits tailor made

at Market and Manchester
in Inglewood.

I got love
for the West Coast, man.

Cutty.

Good lookin'.

But what I do hate...

is liars.

Now, either somebody gave you
some fucked up information,

or you straight lied to me, man.

The nature of my business
depends on information.

That said, I'm not
the Encyclopedia Britannica.

I get mine from the streets,

so why don't you tell me
why you're here, Molly?

I'll tell you why I'm here.

French and Sue.

You assured me they were wasted

in the same shootout
that cost me my blood.

A killin' that you
swore to my face

that you had no hand in.

Your brother Barbosa
was a client.

It's bad business
to kill clients.

So, your boys capped him
in self-defense,

before the rest
of my brother's crew

cut them all down
in a blaze of glory.

-That's what you said, man.
-That's what I said.

So, if that's
the straight-up truth...

Why do I have
emissaries out here,

from Inglewood to Hollywood,

sayin' that French and Sue
was walkin' and talkin'

and having a fine-ass time
here in the streets of So Cal?

They're mistaken.

[whirring]

-[zaps]
-[groaning]

[laughing]

You're cold-blooded, Felix.

That's not a wise choice
of words, Tommy.

Let me have
a little peek up in there.

[Tommy laughing]
What can I say, Molly?

Y-you seem to be
three steps ahead of me.

You lied to my fuckin' face.

You disrespected
my brother's memory.

So, for your part in all this,
you gots to pay in blood equity.

[snaps fingers]
Cutty, let's be out.

[sniffs]

You see,

my brother had
three sizable debts

that needed collectin'
before he was killed.

Tabs I can't be associated with.

So, you're gonna have
your two goodfellas,

French and Sue, close out
Barbosa's accounts for me.

They don't work for me anymore.

You're gonna make sure they do.
Because if you don't,

I'm gonna be takin'
that fuckin' handsome head

across the Bay Bridge with me.

You got 48 hours.

[sighs]

So, you gonna tell me
who this Molly is then?

I don't know, Frenchie.
I don't know.

One collection left.

Let's just get it done

and get the money to Tommy.

[French]
This is it, here, isn't it?

Let's take a look at the vig.

This is it, 7044, mate.

-Harley fucking Davidson, right?
-Is that it, Frenchie?

Oh, Christ.

I tell you,
I fuckin' hate this job.

Yeah, but you're good at it.

[motorcycles rumble]

That's our cue, Frenchie.
Perfect timing.

Y'know what?

Park the car
over there by the alleyway.

Let's get this done as quickly
as possible, yeah?

Whoa, whoa-whoa, wait a minute.
What are you thinkin'?

Look. I'm sick of gettin'
in these punch-ups with
these people, right?

Let's just get it
done quick, yeah?

You make me nervous, Frenchie.

[grinder whirring]

[French]
Oi! Switch it off!

-You guys need somethin'?
-Cyrus Skinner.

-He expecting you?
-I couldn't give a fuck, mate.

What'd you say?

I said, we're lookin'
for Cyrus Skinner,

so be a good boy,
run along and find him,

before I kick
the fuckin' shit out of you.

[Cyrus]
It's OK!

It's all right, Knuckle.

Take a break
from grindin' that bead.

These lads are here
to see me.

-Come on.
-Fuck off.

Yeah, Tommy called me
and told me that

you two might swing by.

Spoke to Tommy, that's good.

So, you've rustled up
the cash for us, then?

[laughing] Uh-uh.

That ain't never gonna happen.

I am not paying Tommy
one fucking, red cent.

The loan done died
with the lender. Capisce?

C'mon. You can understand that.

It's OK, Frenchie.
It's OK. I got it.

Come on, Cyrus.
What's wrong with you?

Be nice. You know
how it works, right?

Loan was transferred
and was reactivated, OK?

You owe money.
You don't get to keep the money.

Yeah, well, y'know,
I was really, really hoping

that you two would not
try to underestimate me.

[French]
Well, listen to me, asshole.

You've already spoke to Tommy,

then we don't have to
tell you who we are

and what we get paid to do.

No. I know.

You fucking, English cunt!

[loudly] Do you really think
you can intimidate me?

You too, you little,
fuckin' cocksucker!

I was dealing
with assholes like you,

while you were still
in fuckin' nappies!

That's it! Fucking had enough.

You're gonna go up there,
and you're gonna

get the money right now!

Frenchie! What are you doin'?

-Put the--
-No, Sue! Shut up!

[gun cocks]

[calmly] What?

You think this scares me?

-Oi! Get back!
-Frenchie, don't shoot.

No, shut up, Sue!
No! Fucking sick of this.

You get up there, right now.
You get the money.

Fuck you! why don't you pull
the fuckin' trigger?

Get your money! Do it!

Stop!

[thud]

[crushing]

[gasping, gurgling]

Stay right fuckin' there!

[coughing]

OK.

OK, Cyrus, so...

listen to me.

You can tell me
to go fuck myself, right?

-[groaning]
-But be smart,

'cause right about now,

your bones are all
startin' to break.

Floatin' in little pieces
around your orbital.

Soon you're gonna
lose sight in one eye.

Maybe lose a little
cognitive reasoning.

But that doesn't matter,
Cyrus. Wanna know why?

Because I'm gonna
keep hittin' you.

[mumbled protest]

And you know what, Cyrus?

One day, really soon,
you're gonna

be able to eat dinner
through a straw.

With one good eye. So, just
tell us where the money is, hey?

Come on. There you go.

[with difficulty]
Knuckle. Go.

Go to my office and...
and get the bag.

[coughs blood]
Go.

Hey, Knuckle!

Don't do anything stupid,
all right?

[mumbles]

Good job with the, uh,
non-violence thing, by the way.

Doin' a real good job there,
mate. Impressive.

Are you kiddin' me, Frenchie?
I had to do somethin'.

You were gonna put
a bullet in the old man.

I wasn't actually
gonna shoot him, was I?

What, you think I'm a fucking
psychopathic murderer?

I was just tryin'
to shit him up.

-[glass breaking]
-[metallic thud]

[panting]

[French]
Fucking running!

Go after him!

Give me the gun
and go after him!

Give me the gun! Go after him!

[panting]

[tires screech]

[car horn honks]

[French]
Hey, come here!

Ugh!

[grunting]

[under his breath]
Fuckin' hell.

Jesus Christ!

[vehicle approaches]

[both grunting]

Gimme that fuckin' bag. Now!

-Ugh! [panting]
-Jesus Christ.

What was that? Acrobatics?

-[groaning]
-You in the circus?

It's parkour, bro.

I wanna be a stuntman.

You should see me on a bike.

Stuntman?

Nah-nah, mate.
Nah, that's a terrible idea.

That's dangerous!

You're lucky I didn't
kick the shit out of ya.

[Knuckle]
You just did.

[groaning]

[coughing]

We good, Frenchie?

Yeah, looks like we're good.

Good. Let's pack it up
and get outta here, yeah?

Get it back to Tommy.
He can give it to Molly.

And we can put the whole fucking
universe back into balance.

[hoarsely]
Molly?

You're talkin' about Barbosa's

psychotic,
fucking brother Molly?

-What'd you just say?
-[coughs]

If Molly's taken over
Barbosa's loans,

you two are so fucked.

Sue, did you just hear
what he just said?

We've been collecting
Barbosa's debts.

I know, Frenchie. I know.

-It's OK, it's OK, Frenchie.
-We're fucked!

-Tommy fucking set--
-We'll talk about it outside!

Tell you everything
you wanna know. Outside.

We'll be leaving you now, Cyrus.

[hoarsely]
Yeah.

You're gonna know pain
soon, bro. [coughing]

C'mon, gimme the keys.

French, you OK?

[sighs]

Just tell me, please,
that you didn't know

that these are Barbosa's debts

we've been collecting
for the past two days.

Just tell me that.

I wasn't positive,
Frenchie. Not at first.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

I dunno, Frenchie.
Tommy calls me outta the blue,

he tells me he's got
this gangster breathin'
down his fuckin' neck

and he tells me
it's serious, yeah?

Then he tells me he wants me to
collect three vigs in 48 hours.

He wants me to do it with you.
Yeah? Nobody else.

Just you.
Specifically, just you!

Then when that thug walked
into the burger joint

and mentioned
Molly's name, well...

what can I tell you, Frenchie?

I started to put it all
together myself.

And you didn't think to
tell me this before?

C'mon, Frenchie,
you understand me.

I was lookin' after Tommy, OK?

Besides, the only thing
I do know is, if I told you,

you wouldn't have
helped me out. Right?

If you knew, you wouldn't
help me. Th-that I do know.

-No, I wouldn't have done.
-That's right.

Do you know why? 'Cause I'm not
fucking stupid, that's why!

-C'mon, I'm sorry, brother.
-Fuck off, mate!

Frenchie, c'mon!

Brother, you're--.
C'mon, think about it.

Wait a minute.
We're three for three.

We've a fuckin'
three-run home stretch.

Home stretch to what, mate?

A den of fucking vipers?

You're tellin' me
that you're gonna

risk your life for this guy?

Yeah. I am.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

What the fuck's wrong with ya?

'Cause he's gonna
fuckin' die, Frenchie. OK?

And you don't know him
like I know him.

Just--

Just calm down for a second,
Frenchie. Just listen.

OK, look.

When leukemia
took my little Milly,

I lost everything, yeah?
My wife.

My life was goin'
down the toilet.

It was fuckin' done!

It was fuckin' done!
It was done.

He was there for me yet again.

You understand me? With you,
I spent a weekend with you.

Yeah. We busted some heads
and I call you my brother.

But you gotta understand
what me and Tommy are

to understand how I really feel.

You with me?

You gotta listen to me now. OK?

Just listen to me.

We should just do one.

And get outta this shit
right now.

There's $250,000 in this bag,

there's another $250,000
in the trunk of that car.

I say we split the collection
down the fuckin' middle

and get out of here
while we still can.

[quietly] Don't do it, Frenchie.
OK, c'mon. Don't do it.

Oh, fuck you, Sue! I'm doin' you
a favor here, mate. Right?

And I've earned this money,
so I'm fuckin' keepin' it!

Let go of the bag, Sue.

I can't let you
take the bag, Frenchie.

Let go of the fucking bag, Sue.

Make me.

Ah, Jesus, Frenchie!
I'm sorry, OK? Look.

Ring's off, I come in peace,
I didn't mean it, brother. OK?

Why did you fuckin' hit me?

C'mon, Frenchie.
You fuckin' hit me--Uhh!

OK. OK, that's it.
Just, just give me the bag.

-I'm not givin' you the bag.
-Well you got to gimme the bag.

-I'm not givin' you
the fuckin' bag, Sue!
-I'm taking that fuckin' bag.

[grunting]

OK, just leave it.
Just fuckin' stop!

Frenchie, please, just c'mon.
OK, c'mon please!

[gasping]

I'm takin' that bag, Sue.

[grunting]

Fuck!

Damn.

Now, what the fuck
are these idiots doin' now?

Remember
that little conversation

we had about MMA
versus boxing? Yeah?

-[gasping]
-I win.

Aah!

[groans]

OK. Yeah?

Y'know, I was tryin' to give you

an easy way out
with that choke, Sue.

Know what I'm gonna
have to do now?

I'm gonna have to fuck you up.

Hey, you know how many times
I've heard that, Frenchie?

What are you gonna do?
Gonna kick me?

Uhh!

[grunting]

[bottle clatters]

-[distant sirens]
-[gasping, groaning]

OK. Come on.

Come on then.

-Yeah?
-Yeah!

Come on then.

Aah!

[groaning]

[gasping]

Jeez, Frenchie, OK.

-[weak cough]
-Y'know I gotta be honest, Sue.

Always wondered who'd come out
on top, if it came down to it.

Yeah? Y'know what?

[groans, spits]

Me too.

[ears ringing]

C'mon!

That's for my coupe!

C'mon.

-Ah!
-C'mon!

-[phone ringing]
-[distant fight sounds]

Yeah, boss?

Yeah, Tommy's boy
handled his business.

Shi--They doin' that
to themselves right now.

All right. We'll handle it.

-[beep]
-[grunts and blows]

You sneaky motherfucker!

[crunch]

[groaning]

[continues groaning]

Hey.

I just want you to know
somethin', Frenchie.

I want you to know,
there's no fuckin' way

I can leave Tommy
to die like an animal.

Hope you understand that, yeah?

[breathing heavily]

What's up?

Yeah?

[groans]

[gasping and groaning]

Damn. You boys done fucked up!

I had money on you, Ninja.
You owe me a slice now.

Yeah, you're a couple of
tough guys you lot, aren't ya?

But it was us that got your
boss' money back, wasn't it?

So, there you go!

Go on, take it!

-You can count on that,
motherfucker.
-[gun cocks]

[clicking]

[grunting and gurgling]

[keys jingle]

You go back there,

you're a fucking dead man,
and you know it.

The money's yours.

I'm takin' the truck.

Frenchie.

-[car alarm blips]
-[door opens]

[coughing]

[sirens in distance]

[Tommy]
Don't worry about me.

Just worry
about the next two jobs.

[sigh] I'm sorry,
I got you into this, Sue.

[Sue]
That's OK, Tommy. You know?

We go way back, yeah?

I owe you for things. Right?

You know how that goes.

[Tommy]
We've had a good run,
Golden Boy.

If I were you, and I got
that money, I'd disappear.

Run.

[Marcus]
Hey, Molly.

Look who's come to visit.

[Tommy] Fuck.
Why'd you come back?

[Molly]
That's far enough, motherfucker.

Cutty, pour me a shot
of that Rooster Rojo, will ya?

My man, Sue.

You got the J-U-ice.
I say that for you.

Where's your road dog?
Mister Jiu-Jitsu.

Lost his appetite for the job.

So, he left you
holdin' the bags, huh?

Eh, guess so.

[Tommy]
Don't you ever listen?

What the fuck are you
doin' back here?

[Molly]
See, your man Tommy,
he lied to me, man.

He said that you were dead.

I mean, you look
kinda fucked up but...

y-you, you don't look dead
to me, man.

Actually, in Tommy's defense,

I did die.

Twice.

So, you've been breathin'
on borrowed air.

Right, homes?

Yeah, maybe so.

Y'know, Molly,

I returned your brother's
bounty, right?

So, about you take
the cream off the vig,

you let Tommy go,
and we'll be on our way?

What do you say?
How's that sound, homes? Yeah?

Go on, Tommy. You're OK. Get up.

[louder] Tommy.
Get up, let's go!

[Molly]
Cutty. Shoot Tommy
if he moves, man.

Lemme ask you a question, Sue.

Did you really think
that you would ever

be walkin' outta here
a free man?

Did you--did you
really think that?

Felix, get my fuckin' dough!

Now, go ahead. Take your money.

It's all your money, Molly.

I don't give a fuck
about your money.

Come on! Don't you fuckin' move.

Or I will blow
her fuckin' head clean off!

You listen to me, Molly.
I ain't playin' games here.

You got your money,
you got what you fuckin' wanted.

You let me and Tommy go.
Real simple. Yeah?

[Molly laughs]

Shoot the fine bitch.
You think I give a fuck?

Some gangster shit.
M.O.B. No offense, Felix.

[Felix]
If you guys have a clean
shot, shoot this motherfucker!

You see, you just put your money
on the wrong color, Sue.

Fuck you, I'll do it! Fuckin'
stay back you motherfuckers!

Felix.

Stay back! Stay back!

Or I'll fuckin' blood you!

-Go ahead!
-[whirring]

-[zapping]
-[groaning]

-[thud]
-[Molly laughing]

[groaning]

[gasping]

[ears ringing]

[muffled, laughing] You really
are a gangster, aren't you?

Big Bo, hold that
for me, would ya?

Sue, that--
that must've hurt, man.

Yeah, it did.

Women, it's like
they always go for our nuts.

I know.

You do know what's gonna
happen next, all right?

I got a pretty good idea, yeah.

You may be a little scared.

Yeah. Actually, I am.

Aw, man. That's honesty.

I like that.

[Tommy laughing]
Hey, Molly.

Barbosa set my boys up to die.

I couldn't let that slide.

So, yes,

I shot that piece of shit
brother of yours.

And I'd do it again.

See, it wasn't just business.

I did it because he was
an evil piece of shit!

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

Not after all the years.
You'll walk the line before me.

Finally, you tell me the truth.

But about murderin'
my brother...

Ah, come on, Molly.
It's me you want, not Sue!

Let him walk outta here.

It's no shame on you!

I always knew that it was you.

But now you're gonna suffer...

watchin' him suffer.

Cutty, hold that.

You see this black beauty
right here?

She was trained in
the School for the Americas.

Where the most devious
motherfuckers

go to learn how to torture
and do fucked-up shit.

She knows things.

I call her L.L.

'Cause she loves to torture.

Hey.

[exhales] OK. Wow.

Listen. I know we have
this crazy connection.

I see it, too. I do.

I don't think now's
the time or the...

pla...

time or the place.
Know what I mean?

-Now you bite the wood, Sue.
-Y'know, Felix, I was thinkin'
maybe you could bite mine first.

-[laughing]
-Unless you wanna bite
your own fuckin' tongue off,

bite the wood, motherfucker!

[gagging]

See, this is called
the Tucker Telephone.

They used it on unruly prisoners
back in the Old South.

A long-distance phone call.
That's how they phrased it.

-[current whirring]
-Baby girl, light 'em up!

[strangled cries]

[current cuts out]

Fuck!

[Molly]
Bring him back.

Fuck you!

[gleeful laughter]
Yeah, suffering.

Three... two... one.

[gasping]

[laughing]

Don't fall asleep, Sue.
I'll use the adrenaline again,

-and you don't wanna
have a heart attack.
-[mumbling]

Baby girl, make
another long distance call.

You don't have to
do that either.

[gagging and gasping]

[Molly]
Light him up.

[cries]

Everybody put your
fuckin' guns down, now!

Get down on the floor now!

[amused] Oh, shit.

Fuckin' Jiu-Jitsu
I was tellin' you about.

I think the odds are
against you, mate!

I wouldn't be too sure
about that, mate.

[Britt]
Drop your weapons!

Don't wanna hurt anyone.
Just want the money.

Bitch in the purple.
Get over there.

Anyone fuckin' moves,
stitch 'em to the wallpaper!

A'right, you two in the back!
Untie them, both of 'em!

[bellowing] Untie them now!
I'm not fuckin' about!

I will shoot you.

Think I give a fuck?
I've been shot before.

Places and faces,
motherfucker. I'll find you.

Gonna turn around and a 6'5"

lightskinned nigga's
gonna be right there.

Bang-bang.

Shut the fuck up and sit down.

[hearty laughter]
Best shoot that bitch, man.

-[screaming]
-[Britt] Fuckin kill 'em all!

[glass shatters]

Get the fuck outta here,
Golden Boy!

I'll fuckin' drag you
outta here if I have to.

Get the fuck outta here! Go!

Is that what you think?
I'm gonna drag you outta here

if I fuckin' have to,
I didn't come all this way--

Take the fuckin' money!

No, no, no... No!

Back up! Get down there!

Eat lead, bitch!

[groaning and shouting]

[man screaming]

[man]
Go, go, go!

Bite this, bitch!

[sporadic gunfire]

[screaming and groaning]

Eat this, motherfucker!

Get up! let's move!

Come on, Sue, let's go!

Come on!

You're gone now!

-[panting] C'mon.
-Now!

[Britt]
You fucking wankers!

Come on!

Here's your money with interest!

[gasping]
Jesus Christ, Frenchie,

what'd you do?
What have you done?

I got her number of the vig.
Made a deal to save your ass.

-Get in!
-Get in the car, Sue.

-Get in the fucking car!
-Ugh, Mal...

Fuck.

[tires squeal]

[sirens blare]

Well, I don't know, Frenchie,

I'm thinkin' maybe I'm gonna
head back towards Vegas.

What, with that crazy bitch?

Man, what can I tell you?
We're gettin' along these days.

Can you imagine?

Why, she mellowed with age then?

Yeah, maybe she has.

Maybe she hasn't. Who knows?

What I do know is that, uh,

think it's time I bring a little
balance into my life, yeah?

Look, I'm sorry it didn't
go the way we wanted it
to with Tommy, mate.

That's OK, Frenchie.
No need to apologize.

[sigh] Not your fault, right?
We did the best we could.

Tommy was big boy,
knew what he was gettin' into.

By the way, you remember
what I said about me and Tommy?

Well, we go way back,
you know? Way back.

We've been
through a lot together.

But... me and him never
went through what you
and I went through.

So, I want you
to know somethin'.

Anything you want,
any time, anywhere,

I'll be there for you.
All right?

It's funny you should say that,
actually, because, um...

Had an interesting phone call
this mornin' from my old boss.

He's got a mate who's settin' up
a gig in the East coast.

And he reckons that
my temperament might
be perfect for the job.

Gonna head out there.

You're welcome
to join me if you want.

You didn't have to take me up
on it so quick, Frenchie.

[laughter]

Besides, it's the East Coast.
You know, uh, it's cold.

-I got brittle bones,
I'm an old man.
-Yeah.

I'm gonna head back to Vegas.
It's where I need to be.

-Oh, come on, mate. Come on.
-Dry heat. It's the dry heat.

No harm in seeing what they
gotta say, mate. Yeah? Come on.

Security or collection?

Ah... more like
collection, I think.

Wait a minute. This is coming

from a man who told me
he hates the job.

I do hate this job, mate,
but it's like you said...

I'm pretty good at it.
So are you, actually.

Unless you think you're
gettin' too old for it.

-Fuck you, Frenchie.
-[chuckles]

Come on, mate.
What d'you say?

-[sigh]
-Huh?

I'm good.

-You sure?
-Yeah.

Suit yourself, old man.

Whoa-whoa-whoa. Wait a minute.

What is this?

-I dunno, it's uh--
-Well, I'll tell you what it is!

This is a 360.
It's a small block.

It's an AMX, yeah?

-Yeah.
-Seventy-two.

-[satisfied laugh]
-Jesus, Frenchie,
this is beautiful.

I know.

Y'know what?
Maybe a meet and greet

never hurt anybody.
Am I right?

Never hurt anybody, mate.

May I?

You may, sir. Be my guest.

-Thank you, Mr. French.
-[laughs]

She's a beaut', right?

She's beautiful, Frenchie.
You know what?

Maybe am rubbin' off on you
a little bit. Yeah?

Little bit.

[Sue]
OK.

[engine starts]

Ooh! [laughs]

-[French] Yeah!
-[laugh]

Hey. Listen, mate.
It's great,

but it's still fuckin'
'French,' y'know?

Frenchie, don't be
so temperamental.

I told you once,
I told you twice,

it's a term of endearment, OK?

[French]
Must be out of your mind, man.

[both talking simultaneously]

["Contigo"
by Fanta Nelida playing]