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JUST--JUST
THE BARBECUE PORK, BRO.

YEAH, WHAT'S UP?

EDDIE?

HANG ON A SECOND.

MAYBE, UH, MAYBE
THE BRAINS, TOO.

2 DIFFERENT TACOS.
ALL RIGHT.

WHAT'S UP?

IS THIS EDDIE?

NO. DILLON.

DILLON, DO YOU WORK
FOR EDDIE?

YEAH. WHAT'S
THE MATTER?

I'M RAY.
I'M IN TROUBLE.

WHAT--WHAT DO
YOU NEED?

I NEED HELP, MAN.

I'M FUCKIN' BLEEDING.

YOU--YOU WANT TO
GIVE ME THE ADDRESS?

IT'S 1049 BENEDICT.

BENEDICT CANYON.
ALL RIGHT.

OK. ALL RIGHT,
I'LL BE RIGHT THERE.

20 MINUTES.

CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE BY
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Dillon: * NOTHING
BUT FOR NOW, LOVE *

RAY?

* I DON'T CARE
WHAT YOU SAY *

RAY?

RAY.

EDDIE. EDDIE. EDDIE.

NO.
EDDIE.

NO. DILLON.

NO. DILLON.
OH.

NO. DILLON.

OK. OK.

WHO'S BOBBIN'
FOR APPLES?

I GOT TO CLEAN
THAT UP, TOO?

NO, JUST ME.

OK, RAY.

I'M GONNA GET YOU
OUT OF HERE,

AND THEN I'M GONNA BURN
THE FUCKER DOWN, OK?

IT'S CLEANER THAT WAY.
YOU HAVE ANY OBJECTIONS?

NO.

UH, BRING THE BAG.

BAG, YEAH. AND THE GUN?

NO.

NO.

OK.
MY BAG.

YEAH.
MY BAG THERE.

YEAH. OK. THIS IS GONNA
HURT A LITTLE BIT.

I NEED YOU TO
LEAN FORWARD NOW.

OK, WE'RE GONNA GO
ON 3, ALL RIGHT?

WE'RE GONNA GO ON 3.

1, 2, 3.

ALL RIGHT.
HANG IN THERE, RAY.

LET ME TELL YOU--LISTEN.
CONCENTRATE ON THIS.

SHE'S DANCING
AROUND GOING LIKE...

* DO DO DO DO DO

GETTIN' HOT IN HERE.

I NEED YOU TO
LAUGH, RAY.

IT'S GONNA HURT,
BUT I NEED YOU TO LAUGH.

ARE YOU WITH ME?

YOU GOT THIS FUCKIN'--
IT'S LIKE A BOX.

IT'S NOT EVEN A CAR.
IT'S JUST LIKE A BO--

LIKE A TONKA TOY BOX
WITH AN ENGINE,

AND HE GETS THIS IDEA
IN HIS HEAD

HE WANTS A CONVERTIBLE.

LIKE, NO ONE WILL GIVE HIM
$5.00 FOR THE CAR.

RAY, LISTEN.

I'M LISTENING.

SO, HE GOES TO A DUDE
IN THE EAST SIDE,

AND HE CUTS--HE HAS HIM
CUT THE ROOF OFF.

HE GOT A WINDSHIELD,
AND THERE'S NO ROOF.

ALL RIGHT?

AND HE TAKES IT TO HIS
MECHANIC, RIGHT,

'CAUSE HE STARTS GETTIN'
THE PING IN THE ENGINE.

THIS MEXICAN DUDE
WHO SAYS,

"DUDE, WHERE IS YOUR CAR,
MY FRIEND?

YOU COMPROMISED

THE STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY
OF THE VEHICLE."

AND MY FRIEND SAYS, "WHAT?"

"DUDE, IT'S GONNA TACO.

DUDE, IT'S GONNA TACO."

SO NOW THAT'S MY
NEW THING, RIGHT?

IF A GIRL--LIKE,
I KNOW THE GIRL--

THAT THE GUY SHOULDN'T
BE WITH THE GIRL,

I GO, "DON'T GO
WITH HER, MAN.

SHE GONNA TACO."

SAY THAT, RAY.
SHE GONNA TACO.

YEAH, I GOT IT.

NO, YOU'RE NOT
GONNA TACO, RAY.

RAY? I WANT YOU
TO SAY THAT.

"I'M NOT GONNA TACO."

SAY IT.

"DILLON, I'M NOT
GONNA TACO."

SAY IT.

SAY IT!

I'M NOT GONNA TACO.

THAT'S RIGHT, MAN.

'CAUSE YOU WILL COMPROMISE
THE STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY

OF YOUR VEHICLE, MAN.

Ray, voice-over:
HOW THE FUCK

DID I GET
INTO THIS MESS?

I SHOULD HAVE BEEN SMARTER.

I DIDN'T SEE IT COMING.

NEVER WORK WITH A CROOKED COP,
ESPECIALLY NOT A BRITISH ONE.

Man: STUPID FUCKING TWATS.

TAKE HIM UPSTAIRS
FOR ME, WILL YOU?

HE SAYS HE'S NOT GOING
TO GIVE US THE MONEY.

GIVE HIM THE EVIDENCE
AND KILL THE CUNT.

OK.

NO FUCKIN' MONEY.
WE'RE OUT.

HE SAID I'M
TO GIVE IT TO YOU.

SHUT UP!

RILEY.

IT'S ME. LISTEN.

NOW THERE'S A SHIPMENT
OF HEROIN COMING FROM HOLLAND.

AND WE'VE GOT THE DRUGS THING
GOING DOWN IN A FEW DAYS.

IT'S AT CUSTOMS
AT DOCKLANDS.

Man: EXCUSE ME, SIR.

WOULD YOU PERHAPS NOT
USE YOUR PHONE?

GO AWAY.

YEAH, SORRY
ABOUT THAT.

THERE'S ONLY ONE GEEZER
ON GUARD THERE ALL NIGHT.

SO GET A CREW TOGETHER,
GET YOUR BOYS DOWN THERE,

AND GET IT OUT
BEFORE WE TURN UP.

OK, NO PROBLEM.

HOW MUCH TIME
HAVE I GOT?

WE'VE GOT TO HIT IT
WEDNESDAY MORNING.

SO GET IN THERE
TUESDAY NIGHT.

NICE AND QUIET,
IN AND OUT.

OK, NO PROBLEM.

AND LISTEN.

DON'T GO STRAIGHT
FOR THE STUFF.

MESS IT ABOUT A BIT.

I DON'T WANT THIS TO
LOOK LIKE AN INSIDE JOB.

NO PROBLEM.
I'LL CALL YOU LATER.

GOOD LUCK.

GOT SOMETHING ELSE
FOR YOU.

OH, YEAH.
WHAT'S THAT?

A CUSTOMHOUSE,
BURROW BRIDGE ROAD.

THAT'S IN DOCKLANDS,
ISN'T IT?

THAT'S RIGHT.
THIS TUESDAY.

THERE'S A CONSIGNMENT
OF HEROIN

COMING IN
FROM AMSTERDAM.

I WANT YOU TO PUT
A TEAM TOGETHER.

CAN YOU DO IT?

YEAH. I'LL USE, UH,
TERRY.

THERE'S
THIS NEW KID.

GOOD THIEF--NATHAN--
GOOD GUY.

MM-HMM.

WELL, I WANT YOU TO MAKE
IT LOOK LIKE A ROBBERY.

YOU KNOW,
DON'T GO STRAIGHT

FOR THE HEROIN.
KIND OF, UH...

FUCK THE PLACE UP
A LITTLE?

YEAH. THAT'S RIGHT.

OK. WHAT'S--UH, WHAT'S
MY END FOR ME

AND THE GUYS?
50 GRAND.

SPLIT IT
ANY WAY YOU WANT.

CAN YOU DO IT?

YEAH. GOOD.
ALL RIGHT.

LET'S ROCK AND ROLL, MAN.

ALL RIGHT. THANKS, RILEY.

THANK YOU, RAY.

YOU JUST ASKED ME
MY OPINION.

I JUST TOLD YOU, I--I THINK
SHE'S STUPID AT TIMES.

SHE'S A BIT STUPID
SOMETIMES, BUT SHE--

FUCKING RIGHT.

SHE'S A LAUGH.

Ray: ARE YOU TWO
AT IT AGAIN?

WELL, WE'RE JUST
TALKING ABOUT

HOW STUPID OUR MATES ARE.

HE WON'T EVER GO OUT
WITH ME ANYWHERE.

I'M SICK OF IT.
YOU ALL RIGHT, DARLING?

HEY, HOW ARE YOU?
NICE TO SEE YOU.

IT'S NICE TO SEE YOU.

HEY, RAY.
HOW'S IT GOING?

GOOD.
HOW'D IT GO?

WELL, I WENT IN,
AND I SAW RILEY.

AND WE TALKED,
AND WE TALKED,

AND WE TALKED,
AND WE'RE FUCKIN' ON.

WHAT DO
YOU SAY, HEY?

THAT'S GREAT.
THAT'S GREAT.

HOW COOL IS
THAT, EH?

THAT'S GREAT. YEAH.

THAT'S GREAT.

WOW.

HOW COOL IS THAT,
EH?

WELL, MAN, THAT'S, UH,
THAT CHANGES THINGS

A LITTLE, YOU KNOW?

WE--WE CAN'T TELL
YOUR OLD MAN, THOUGH.

MY OLD MAN. I AIN'T
GONNA TELL HIM, AM I?

"HEY, DAD, YOU KNOW,
I'M KNOCKING OUT BROWN.

DO YOU WANT SOME?"

Ray: OK, WHAT
WE GOT, GUYS?

NATHAN, 1, 2, 3, 4
MOVES, OK?

FIRST CCTV,
CUT THAT FUCKER.

CUT THE SECOND ONE.

YOU COME DOWN THIS
ALLEY HERE, RIGHT?

UH, TERRY,
ON THE ROOF.

FUCK THAT.

GET MONKEY BOY ON
THE ROOF THERE.

WHAT'D I FUCKIN'
TELL YOU ABOUT THAT?

I AIN'T FUCKIN' CLIMBING
UP THERE. COME ON, MATE.

WOULD YOU FUCK OFF
WITH THAT FUCKIN' NAME,

YOU STUPID PRICK?

FUCK'S SAKE.
YOU, YOU GOT TO--

I FUCKIN' TOLD YOU
ABOUT IT.

HEY, HEY,
HEY, HEY, HEY.

YOU PISS ME OFF,
ALL RIGHT?

WHAT I'M SAYING IS

THAT YOU'RE GOOD
AT FUCKIN' CLIMBING.

SUPPOSE I CALL YOU
FUCKIN' RAT BOY,

FOR FUCK SAKES.

YEAH. ARE YOU
GOOD ON THE ROOF?

I'M GOOD
ON THE ROOF.

ALL RIGHT.

UH, TERRY, YOU AND I INSIDE,
FUCK THE PLACE UP,

MAKE IT LOOK LIKE
A RANDOM ROBBERY, OK?

LISTEN, IF ALL GOES WELL,

WE'LL BE IN AND OUT
IN 10 MINUTES.

SO WE DON'T HAVE--
WE'RE GOOD, OK?

DID YOU SAY SOMETHING
ABOUT TEARING THE PLACE UP

AND MAKING IT LOOK
LIKE--I'M SORRY, MAN.

WAS YOU NOT
LISTENING?

WELL, YOU KNOW.

JESUS CHRIST.

Ray: SO WE FUCK THE PLACE UP,
WE GO STRAIGHT FOR THE GEAR,

WE GET OUT OF THERE.

Nathan: TELL ME, RAY,

ANY SECURITY GUARDS
ALONG HERE?

Ray: RILEY SAID ONE,
MAYBE TWO.

THAT'S ALL I KNOW, MAN.

NO DOGS,
NO NOTHING LIKE THAT.

SO THAT'S IT, MAN.
ARE YOU GOOD WITH THAT?

Nathan: YEAH.

Ray: ANY QUESTIONS?

Terry: WHERE'S
THE CAR GONNA BE PARKED?

Ray: CAR'S GONNA BE
OUT HERE.

THAT'S WHERE
NATHAN CAME IN.

IT'S A GOOD SPOT.
THERE'S NO ONE ABOUT.

IT'S AN ALLEYWAY.

ALL RIGHT.

D-DID I--DID I HEAR
SOMETHING ABOUT A GUN?

I'M BRINGING MY PIECE
WITH ME ANYWAY.

WHAT DO YOU NEED
A FUCKING GUN?

IT'S JUST I FEEL
MORE COMFORTABLE

WITH MY PIECE.
I JUST DO.

I DON'T
KNOW ABOUT THAT.

Ray: ALL RIGHT, GUYS,
THAT'S IT.

WE GET IN, WE GET OUT,
WE'RE GOLDEN.

Terry: YEAH, I'M LOOKING,
I'M LOOKING, I'M LOOKING.

Nathan: AFTER I'M
FINISHED UP THERE,

CAN I COME DOWN
AND HELP YOUSE?

IS THAT WHAT YOU
WANT ME TO DO?

NO, STAY UP
THERE TILL WE'RE DONE.

OH, FUCK! AAH!

SHH, SHH, SHH.

OH, HEY, FUCKING--

Brice: YOU FUCKED IT UP.

IT LOOKS LIKE
AN INSIDE JOB.

WHO DID YOU USE
FOR THE HEIST?

RAY AND TERRY AND SOME
NEW KID CALLED NATHAN.

WELL, NATHAN'S DEAD!

DEAD?

SPECIAL BRANCH

ARE CRAWLING
ALL OVER THIS.

IT'S JUST A MATTER
OF TIME

BEFORE THEY GET TO ME.
WHERE'S THE GEAR?

I DON'T KNOW
WHERE THE GEAR IS.

I DON'T KNOW WHERE
ANYBODY FUCKIN' IS.

YOU'VE GOT ONE HOUR.

GET THE GEAR AND GET
ME A FALL GUY.

I AIN'T GOING DOWN
FOR THIS.

WELL, WE CAN'T USE TERRY.
WE'D HAVE TROUBLE

WITH HIS OLD MAN--
JACK RAWLINGS.

JACK RAWLINGS?

ARE YOU OUT OF
YOUR FUCKING MIND?

WHAT ABOUT RAY?
RAY BURNS?

HE FUCKED UP.

RAY'S GOOD.

I NEVER DID LIKE

THAT LITTLE
PRICK ANYWAY.

AND TERRY--TERRY
WILL BE GOOD FOR US,

YOU KNOW.
YOU JUST CALM DOWN.

I'LL HANDLE IT.
ALL RIGHT?

GEORGE, I'VE GOT
A FACE FOR YOU

ON THAT
CUSTOMS HEIST.

PUT OUT AN A.P.B.
ON A RAYMOND BURNS.

SHORT LITTLE FUCKER,

SHORT BLACK HAIR,
MID-THIRTIES.

GOES ABOUT
9 OR 10 STONE.

OK.

RILEY.

RILEY, IT'S RAY.

HI, RAY.
YOU FUCKED UP.

NATHAN IS DEAD.

OH, NO.

THAT'S RIGHT.

D-E-A-FUCKIN'-D, DEAD.

JUST BRING ME THE PACKAGE,
AND WE CAN ALL GET PAID.

OK. OK, I WILL.

BRICE? I'VE GOT
THE PACKAGE,

AND I'VE GOT RAY
ON THE HOOK.

I'LL CALL YOU LATER.

Man: OPEN UP!
POLICE.

POLICE. OPEN UP.

Man: FUCK OFF.

Woman: HELLO?

MAGGIE, IT'S ME.

ALL DONE?

NO, IT'S ALL
FUCKED UP.

SHIT. YOU ALL RIGHT?

UH, DON'T WORRY.
IT'S GONNA BE OK.

LISTEN, I'M GONNA
GO UNDERGROUND

FOR A FEW DAYS

TILL I FIGURE
SOMETHING OUT,

ALL RIGHT?

OK.

ALL RIGHT,
DARLING. OK.

I'LL CALL YOU SOON,
ALL RIGHT? BYE.

Ray, voice-over: TERRY
NOT PICKING UP THE PHONE

IS NOT A GOOD SIGN.

I HOPE HE'S OK.
I REALLY DO.

RILEY AND BRICE ARE PEOPLE
YOU DON'T WANT TO CROSS...

EVER.

RAY BURNS?

BURNS. YOU'VE GOT
A VISITOR.

I DON'T WANT TO
SEE ANYBODY.

HE DIDN'T
WANT TO SEE YOU.

YEAH. RILEY.

IT'S ME.

HEY, HOW ARE YOU?

YOU REMEMBER
THAT BANK JOB,

THAT SHOOTING UP
IN BIRMINGHAM,

WHERE THE BANKER
GOT IT IN THE FACE?

YEAH?

THE SHOOTER WAS
LONDON CHARLIE.

I'VE GOT IT ON CCTV.

MUST BE WORTH

A COUPLE
OF HUNDRED GRAND

TO HIM TO GIVE HIM
THIS TAPE BACK.

WHAT DO YOU RECKON?

WHERE DO I FIND HIM?

HE'S IN L.A.
L.A.?

I'VE GOT HIS NUMBER.
I'LL TEXT IT TO YOU.

GIVE HIM A CALL.

GO OUT AND HAVE
A CHAT WITH HIM.

OK.

LISTEN.
GUESS WHO'S OUT.

RAY BURNS.
DO YOU REMEMBER HIM?

RAY BURNS. OF COURSE
I REMEMBER HIM.

HE'S BEEN AWAY
FOR 8 YEARS.

HE COULD CAUSE
A BIT OF FRICTION.

I'M GONNA GET ONE
OF THE BOYS

JUST TO KEEP
AN EYE ON HIM.

YOU GET YOURSELF
OUT TO L.A.

WHAT THE FUCK
DO YOU WANT?

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

DOESN'T MATTER
WHO I AM.

YOU'RE CHRIS THE MAGGOT.

MAN, I SAW YOU BACK
IN WALDORF STREET, MAN.

YOU'RE NOT VERY GOOD.

Brice:
SO JUST TELL ME,

HOW FUCKING
HARD IS IT

TO FOLLOW SOMEONE

THROUGH LONDON
WITHOUT BEING SEEN?

FUCKING EASY.
IT'S FUCKIN' EASY

UNLESS YOU GOT
A MUG, LIKE YOU,

ON YOUR
FUCKIN' HEAD

AND HE LOOKS AROUND
AND FUCKING SEES YOU.

SO I HEAR

YOU'RE STILL
WORKING FOR RAJ.

YEAH. KEEPS ME BUSY.

HOW'S YOUR MUM?

SHE'S FINE,

BUT I'M SURE YOU
DIDN'T BRING ME HERE

TO TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER.

NO.

BUT WHEN I WAS
BANGED UP, MAGGIE,

I DIDN'T WANT
TO SEE ANYBODY.

I MEAN, NO FUCKER.

ANYBODY?

OH, YOU KNOW,
I'M ANYBODY NOW.

YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
YOU'RE NOT ANYBODY.

NO, I DON'T
KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN.

WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?

IT'S JUST I WANTED

YOU TO HAVE SOME SORT
OF FUCKING LIFE.

I MEAN,
WHAT COULD I DO?

WHAT COULD I DO?

WELL, THANKS.

THAT'S THE EXPLANATION.

THANKS A LOT.

8 YEARS.
8 FUCKING YEARS,

AND THAT'S ALL
YOU CAN COME UP WITH.

WELL, FUCK YOU.

MAGGIE.

HELLO?

CHARLIE, IT'S RILEY.

YEAH. THAT RILEY.

GUESS WHERE I AM.

LAX.

I'M HERE TO SEE YOU.

YOU'VE GOT A PROBLEM,
MY FRIEND,

AND I'M HERE TO FIX IT.

IT'S ABOUT
THE BIRMINGHAM JOB.

VERY SLOPPY, CHARLIE.

I'VE GOT THE TAPE.

I FIGURE ABOUT 200,000

COULD MAKE YOUR
PROBLEM DISAPPEAR.

ALL RIGHT.

UM, LISTEN, UM, LET
ME THINK ABOUT IT.

OF COURSE YOU CAN
THINK ABOUT IT.

DON'T TAKE TOO LONG.

BRICE SAYS HELLO.

DUMB FUCK.

DUMB FUCK IS RIGHT.

RILEY, COME ON.
LET'S FIND THE HOTEL.

I NEED A HOT BATH.

HELLO? WHO'S THIS?

RAY, IT'S CHARLIE.

HOW'D YOU FIND ME?

THAT CUNT RILEY'S
TRYING TO BLACKMAIL ME.

DO YOU WANT HIM?

MAYBE.

WHERE IS HE?

HE'S HERE
IN LOS ANGELES.

HE'S TRACKED
ME DOWN.

HE'S REALLY PUTTING
THE SQUEEZE ON ME.

I'M GONNA FLY YOU
IN NEXT WEEK.

ALL RIGHT?

CHARLIE, LET ME
THINK ABOUT IT, OK?

RAY, COME ON,
I'LL SORT YOU OUT.

DON'T WORRY
ABOUT IT.

OK.

Ray, voice-over:
SO LONDON CHARLIE

WANTS ME
TO TAKE OUT RILEY.

I DID 8 YEARS
FOR THAT PRICK.

I KNOW HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE
WHO'D PAY TO SEE

THAT FUCKER RILEY DEAD,

ESPECIALLY TERRY'S
OLD MAN, JACK RAWLINGS.

Jack: WELL, THEN, HERE
WE ARE AGAIN, EH?

JUST LIKE OLD
TIMES, EH?

YEAH.

THIS MUST BRING BACK
A FEW MEMORIES.

IT DOES, JACK,
IT DOES.

YOU AND OUR TERRY
PLAYING HERE ON THE LAWN

ALL THOSE SUMMER DAYS
TOGETHER, EH?

YEAH. GOING BACK
A BIT, THOUGH,

ISN'T IT?

DO YOU REMEMBER
HIS SEVENTH BIRTHDAY PARTY

WHEN I BOUGHT HIM THAT GREAT
BIG WOODEN HORSE AND CART?

DO YOU REMEMBER THAT?

I DON'T, ACTUALLY.

AND THE FIREMAN'S
OUTFIT, EH?

AND YOU, YOU TWO
LITTLE BUGGERS,

YOU CHOPPED
THE HORSE TO PIECES

WITH YOUR BLEEDING AXES.
YOU REMEMBER THAT?

OH, GEE, OH,
I REMEMBER THAT.

YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.

YEAH, BEST PART
OF 200 QUID THAT COST ME.

WELL, YOU ALWAYS
SPOILED HIM WITH TOYS,

DIDN'T YOU JACK,
YOU KNOW?

OH, WELL.

EVERYBODY
SPOILED OUR TERRY.

SO, HOW LONG YOU
BEEN OUT THEN?

2 OR 3 MONTHS.

SURE. 2 OR 3 MONTHS.

TOOK YOU A FUCKIN'
LONG TIME TO COME

AND SAY HELLO,
DIDN'T IT?

JUST LAYING LOW, JACK,
KEEPING MY NOSE CLEAN.

WELL, YOU'RE GOOD
AT THAT.

YOU HEARD
ABOUT OUR TERRY?

YEAH.

WHAT HAPPENED?

THAT HE, UM--AHEM--

HE--HE O.D.ed.

HE O.D.ed, EH?

NO, HE DIDN'T O.D.

HE WAS
FUCKING MURDERED

BY THAT SPUNK-BUBBLING
BASTARD RILEY.

3 DAYS BEFORE WE FOUND
HIM--DEAD.

IT'S PAYBACK TIME,
ISN'T IT?

GOT TO WIPE THAT
FUCKIN' RILEY

OFF THE FACE
OF THE EARTH.

SO, HOW MUCH TO GET
RID OF RILEY

ONCE AND FOR
FUCKING ALL?

HUNDRED GRAND, JACK.

HUNDRED GRAND.

YEAH, WELL,
THAT'S POSSIBLE.

WHERE IS RILEY?
DO YOU KNOW?

HE'S IN L.A.

L.A.?
OH, LOS ANGELES, EH?

OH, WELL. GOT
A CONTACT HERE.

HIS NAME IS EDDIE,

AND HIS
TELEPHONE NUMBER.

JUST GIVE HIM
A RING,

AND HE'LL ARRANGE
EVERYTHING YOU NEED.

OK. WHAT ABOUT
THE, UH, THE CASH, JACK?

OH, THE CASH, YEAH.

OF COURSE, THAT'S
IMPORTANT, ISN'T IT?

GO SEE FRANKIE
AT THE CLUB.

YOU MEAN BIG FRANKIE?

YEAH,
FRANKIE THE JOKER.

JACK, I JUST
WANT TO, UM....

I WANT TO SAY I'M
TRULY SORRY ABOUT TERRY.

I WAS BANGED UP IN THERE,

AND I COULDN'T DO
FUCK ALL ABOUT IT.

I ALWAYS FELT, UH--I
FELT VERY CLOSE TO TERRY.

WELL, YOU CAN STILL
BE CLOSE TO HIM.

BROMPTON
FUCKIN' CEMETERY.

EH?

OK.

ALL RIGHT, JACK.

I'LL BE IN TOUCH, OK?

GOOD LUCK.

NICE TO SEE YOU.

FUCKIN' RILEY.

FRANKIE.

THERE'S SOMEONE
HERE TO SEE YOU.

YOU'RE
NICE AND EARLY.

HAVE A SEAT.
ENJOY THE SHOW.

YOU GOT MY MONEY?

YEAH, I'VE GOT
YOUR MONEY.

IT'S OVER THERE.

ISN'T THAT THE MOST

HORRIBLEST
FUCKING SOUND?

BEHAVE YOURSELF,
FRANKIE.

I LOVE
THIS FUCKING JOB.

BYE, FRANKIE.

BYE, RAY.

Maggie: LISTEN, TELL RAJ

I'LL BE BACK LATER,
ALL RIGHT?

HEY. HOW ARE YOU?

FANCY SEEING
YOU HERE.

I NEED A FAVOR.

WHAT IS IT
THIS TIME?

I NEED YOU TO HOLD
SOMETHING FOR ME.

YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE
I CAN TRUST.

ALL RIGHT, BUT THIS
IS THE LAST TIME.

YEAH.

MEET ME TOMORROW
AT 6:00

AT THE WATER STREET CAR
PARK AND DON'T BE LATE.

FUCK IT.

RAY!

RAY!

HOLD UP, BATMAN.
FUCKING HELL.

HELLO, DANNY.

YOU SHOULDN'T BE
DOING THAT, MAN.

LOOK AT YOU.
THANK YOU.

LOOK AT YOU.
YOU LOOK FANTASTIC.

WHEN'D YOU GET OUT?

UM, JUST A BIT AGO,
UH, DANNY.

LISTEN, PAL,
I GOT TO GO.

NICE TO SEE YOU
AND ALL.

HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY.

WHAT ARE YOU
RUNNING OFF FOR?

WHAT ARE YOU RUNNING
OFF FOR?

I WANT TO TALK TO YOU.
GUESS WHO I'M WORKING FOR.

WHO?
GUESS.

I DON'T KNOW. A LOCAL
PACKAGE STORE?

NO.
WELL, TELL ME.

CHRIS PARA'S FIRM, MATE.

SO?

THERE'S FUCKING QUIDS IN.
THERE'S LOADS GOING ROUND.

ABSOLUTELY LOADS. I CAN
PUT YOU BACK IN THE MIX.

I HEARD YOU WERE
BACK IN, MATE.

UH, NOT ME, DANNY.
I'M A GOOD BOY NOW, MATE.

AH, BOLLOCKS. COME ON.
PUT YOUR HAND IN MY POCKET.

NO, I'M
A REALLY GOOD BOY.

PUT IT IN.

GO ON, PUT YOUR HAND IN.

ECSTASY, DANNY,
VERY SMART.

10 YEARS AGO, PAL.

THERE'S LOADS OF IT
GOING AROUND, MATE.

HEY, DON'T FUCKIN'
TOUCH ME, PAL.

DON'T
FUCKIN' TOUCH ME.

ROAD SAFETY.

YEAH, ROAD SAFETY.

SO I CAN PUT YOU
BACK IN.

NOT INTERESTED, DANNY.

YOU'RE LOOKING WELL,
SWEETIE. NICE TO SEE YOU.

LISTEN. OY.

YOU KNOW WHO I SEE
A LOT OF, WHO'S AROUND?

WHO'S THAT BIRD YOU USED
TO KNOCK ABOUT WITH?

WHAT'S HER NAME?

MAGGIE, ISN'T IT?

TELL YOU WHAT.

SHE IS FUCKIN' HORNY.

SHE WAS OUT
TWO NIGHTS AGO.

WHAT'S THAT BIG BLOKE,
BIG INDIAN BLOKE?

WHAT'S HIS NAME?
RAJ, ISN'T IT?

YOU KNOW WHAT,
DANNY? LISTEN.

IF YOU'RE DONE THERE,
LET ME HAVE A LITTLE TINKLE.

MAYBE, UH--MAYBE WE'LL
TALK ABOUT THIS DEAL.

COULD BE QUIDS
IN IT.

TOLD YOU, MATE. PARA WILL
BE FUCKIN' PLEASED,

MAN OF YOUR MEANS
SEEING SENSE AT LAST.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

SLOW DOWN,
SLOW DOWN.

YOU'RE WALKING
TOO FAST. SLOW DOWN.

ALL RIGHT, 6, 7, 8
GRAMS OF SHIT GOING

THROUGH ME A WEEK,
RIGHT?

OF WHICH I TAKE
WHATEVER I'M TAKING.

I CAN PUT
A LITTLE BIT YOUR WAY.

IT'S FUCKING
EASY MONEY, MATE.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

NO, NO, NO.
IT'S JUST--NOTHING.

SO HOW MUCH HAVE I--

TELL ME YOU WANT
TO BE IN!

WELL, MAYBE. HOW MUCH
HAVE I GOT TO PUT IN?

YOU GOT TO PUT
FUCK ALL IN.

YOU KNOW WHAT?
YOUR WORD.

YOU'RE IN.
YOU'RE IN.

YOU KNOW
THE FUCKING MICKS.

YOU KNOW THE PEOPLE.

PUT A FEW WORDS IN,
MAKE A FEW CALLS,

AND IT WILL
WORK OUT.

AND YOU START
EARNING

A COUPLE
OF "K" A WEEK.

IT'S EASY MONEY.

IT'S FUCKING
EASY MONEY.

NO. I'M INTERESTED
IN THAT. BACK THERE,

WHAT DID YOU SAY

ABOUT, UM--
ABOUT MY GIRL?

WHAT DID YOU SAY?

ABOUT MAGGIE?

FUCK OFF!

MOTHERFUCKER!

LISTEN HERE, YOU FUCK.

I'M NOT BACK
IN THE MIX.

AND IF YOU EVER,

EVER MENTION
MAGGIE'S NAME AGAIN,

I'LL FUCKING RIP
YOUR TONGUE OUT.

YOU STAY AWAY
FROM ME, DANNY.

OH, FUCK.

WHAT DID HE SAY
TO YOU?

WHAT DID HE SAY?
I TOLD YOU WHAT HE SAID.

JUST FUCK ALL. NOTHING.
THIS IS WHAT HE SAID.

THIS IS WHAT HE SAID.
ALL RIGHT?

THERE'S NOTHING TO TELL YOU
AT ALL. NOTHING.

WHY DOES HE GIVE YOU
A CLUMP THEN?

BECAUSE I THREATENED
MAGGIE BASICALLY.

THREATENED MAGGIE?
YEAH.

I SAID I'D FUCKING
PAY HER A VISIT.

I WANTED TO FIND OUT
FOR YOU--

WHAT ARE YOU
THREATENING PEOPLE

WHEN I'VE ASKED YOU
JUST GO

AND FUCKING ASK HIM
WHAT HE'S DOING--

HERE'S THE FUCKING SCENE.

I SAY TO HIM, YOU KNOW,
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

"I CAN PUT
SOME WORK YOUR WAY.

WELCOME BACK.
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH."

THINKING HE'LL
GO WITH THAT.

FUCKING NOT INTERESTED.
NOT FUCKING INTERESTED.

RIGHT? SO I THINK,
"WHAT AM I GONNA SAY?"

"BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.
WHAT ABOUT FUCKING MAGGIE?"

BECAUSE I KNOW HE
STILL LOVES HER.

SO, "I SEE HER AROUND.
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.

MAYBE I'LL PAY HER A VISIT,
FUCKING SHAG HER."

HE TAKES ME
AROUND THE CORNER.

BANG! HE'S FUCKING--

THIS IS LIKE
A FUCKING BIG JOKE?

NO, NO, NO.

WHAT MAKES ME
FUCKING LAUGH IS,

LIKE, LAST WEEK,
YOU WERE SAYING,

"I'M GETTING
ME HEAD STRAIGHT

"AND ALL THAT, BRICE,

AND I'M DOING
THE MARTIAL ARTS

AND ALL THAT,"
AND THEN NEXT TIME

I SEE YOU,
YOU GOT A BIG--

YOUR ROOT IS ALL OVER
THE FUCKING SHOP.

RIGHT. WELL--

HE'S ONLY THIS BIG.
WHAT DID HE SAY?

"HOLD ON A MINUTE

"WHILE I GET
A FUCKING APPLE CRATE,

JUMP ON IT"--
HA HA HA!

HA HA!

FUCKING HA HA!

CAN I HAVE
THE GEAR, PLEASE?

I DID WHAT YOU
FUCKING ASKED.

GIVE ME THE GEAR.

YOU HAVE NO
FUCKING IDEA

WHAT HE'S FUCKING
DOING HERE?

I DO.
I FUCKING TOLD YOU.

HE'S NOT DOING ANYTHING.

HE'S HERE FOR
SOMETHING, DANNY.

FOR FUCK'S SAKE,

YOU'RE PROBABLY
TOO FUCKING HIGH,

YOU NEVER EVEN
LISTENED TO THE CUNT.

YOU KNOW WHAT?

I CANNOT FUCKING KEEP
DOING THIS FOR YOU

IF YOU'RE NOT
GONNA PAY ME.

FINE, FINE.

GET YOUR GEAR FROM
SOME OTHER CUNT.

GET YOUR STUFF
SOMEWHERE ELSE.

WELL, FINE. WELL, GET YOUR
FUCKING INFORMATION

FROM SOMEONE ELSE.
I FUCKING FOUND HIM.

NO ONE ELSE
COULD FIND THE CUNT.

I DID IT,
I FUCKING ASKED HIM.

HE'S NOT INTERESTED.
GIVE ME THE FUCKING GEAR!

RIGHT. FUCKING THANK YOU.

PLEASE.

FUCKING PLEASE
AND FUCKING PLEASE

AND THANK YOU, PLEASE.
RIGHT.

YOU KEEP YOUR
FUCKING EAR

AT THE GROUND.
I'VE TOLD YOU.

I'M LISTENING.

THAT CUNT IS HERE
FOR SOMETHING.

I'M TELLING YOU.

I'M LISTENING
SO FUCKING HARD.

HE'S HERE
FOR SOMETHING.

I WANT YOU TO FIND OUT.

RIGHT. YES.
I'LL FUCKING FIND OUT.

BEFORE YOU DO THAT,

CLEAR THIS
FUCKING PLACE UP.

THE FUCKING MAID'S
JUST BEEN IN TO CLEAN.

WASH IT UP.

THANK YOU, BRICE.

OH. FUCK. FUCK IT.

CINDY?

NO.

CINDY, IT'S ME
IT'S RAY.

IT'S RAY.

OH, RAY. HI.

HOW ARE YOU?

OH, MY GOD.
I'M ALL RIGHT.

HOW ARE YOU?
I'M GOOD.

IT'S BEEN
A VERY LONG TIME.

WHAT ARE YOU
DOING HERE?

I'VE, UM--I'M, UH--

I'M JUST, UM--
I WAS WAITING

FOR SOME OF MY FRIENDS
GONE TO GET THEIR CAR,

SO I'M JUST--

SO WHERE YOU
STAYING?

I'M--MY BROTHER'S.

I'VE BEEN ST--
THERE FOR, UM--

WENT THERE
AFTER TERRY,

AND--I TOO--

I JUST COULDN'T GO BACK
TO WORK AND...

LISTEN. I'VE GOT
TO GO OUT OF TOWN

FOR, LIKE,
4 OR 5 DAYS.

I HAVE A SMALL FLAT
IN CAMDEN TOWN.

NO ONE'S GONNA
BE THERE.

YOU CAN HAVE IT
IF YOU WANT.

YOU'RE ALL RIGHT.
I DON'T--NO.

I'M FINE. I'M STAYING--

I'M STAYING
WITH JAMIE. I'M FINE.

OH. WHAT HAPPENED
TO YOU, BABE?

LISTEN. DO ME
A FAVOR.

THERE'S A LITTLE
BIT OF CASH HERE.

PLEASE TAKE IT.
JUST FOR ME.

IT'S A LITTLE BIT
OF CASH.

NO.
JUST TAKE IT.

YOU'RE MAD.
PLEASE. TAKE IT.

NO.
TAKE IT, PLEASE.

YOU SURE YOU--
I'M SURE.

ALL RIGHT THEN.

PROMISE ME
SOMETHING.

GET YOURSELF
CLEANED UP.

WHEN I GET BACK,

MAYBE I CAN CALL
YOU OR SOMETHING.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO
DO THIS REALLY.

YOU SURE?
I'M GONNA PUT YOU

IN A CAB NOW.
IS THAT OK?

I CAN GET
THE TRAIN NOW.

NO, NO, NO.
TAKE A CAB. COME ON.

ALL RIGHT.
IT'S OK.

I DON'T--

I'M NOT SURE IF MY FRIEND'S
GONNA TURN UP OR NOT.

YOU CAN MEET
YOUR FRIEND LATER.

ALL RIGHT.

AFTER, YOU KNOW,
WHAT HAPPENED,

I WAS KIND OF JUST--

I TOOK A LOT OF TIME
OFF WORK BECAUSE...

HEY. WE'RE ALL SET, OK?

YOU'LL CALL ME
WHEN YOU GET BACK?

OK. SEE YOU.

CHARLIE, IT'S RAY.

Charlie: HOW WAS
YOUR FLIGHT?

NOT BAD.

A LITTLE TIRED,
BUT, UH--YEAH.

I'LL GET SOME KIP
AT THE HOTEL LATER.

YOU LOOK WELL, CHARLIE.
YOU LOOK WELL, MAN.

YEAH.

YOU GOT TO GET ME
A TAPE

OFF OF RILEY.

200 GRAND IN A BAG.

HE'S PROBABLY
WITH SOME BIRD,

BLOND, SKINNY
FUCKING BITCH.

PROBABLY A HOOKER.

YOU GOT TO GET ME
THAT TAPE, RAY.

VERY IMPORTANT.

THIS IS THE, UH--

IT'S THE BIRMINGHAM
JOB, ISN'T IT?

YEAH, YEAH.
BIRMINGHAM JOB.

6 SURVEILLANCE
TAPES. I GOT 5 BACK.

HE'S GOT
THE OTHER ONE.

SOUNDS LIKE RILEY.

YEAH.

CAN YOU DO THAT?

YEAH, I CAN DO IT.

I DON'T CARE
HOW YOU GET IT BACK.

I DON'T CARE WHAT
YOU DO TO HIM.

GET ME THAT
FUCKING TAPE.

CAN I ASK YOU
A QUESTION, CHARLIE?

WHAT?

WHY'D YOU CALL ME?

BECAUSE I DID.

I JUST DID.

DO YOU WANT TO FUCKING
DO IT OR NOT?

OK.

I'LL CALL YOU
TOMORROW.

Ray: WHAT TIME
IS IT, MATE?

4:19.
THANK YOU.

HEY. EDDIE?
IS THIS EDDIE?

EDDIE, THIS IS JACK'S
FRIEND FROM LONDON.

WHERE AM I GOING?

NO, NO. I'LL REMEMBER.
JUST--JUST TELL ME.

WHAT TIME?

OK. THANKS, MAN.

DON'T TURN AROUND.

LOOK IN
THE GLOVE COMPARTMENT.

IT'S A 9-MILLMETER GLOCK.
IT'S CLEAN.

HOW LONG YOU NEED
THE CAR FOR?

ABOUT A WEEK.

OK.

HOW'S JACK?

HE'S, UH--

DON'T TURN AROUND.

HE'S GOOD.
HE SENDS HIS BEST.

LISTEN. I DON'T
KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

I DON'T KNOW
WHAT YOU'RE UP TO.

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK.

I DO NOT WANT TO
GET INVOLVED.

I'M DOING THIS
FOR JACK.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND
WHAT I'M SAYING?

BUT WHATEVER IT IS,
WHOEVER YOU ARE,

GOOD LUCK.

THANKS, EDDIE.

YOU DON'T HAVE
TO THANK ME. GOOD LUCK.

OH, GOD.

HELLO?

Riley: HI, BABE.

HEY.

WHAT HAPPENED
TO YOU?

I GOT UP EARLY.

I HAD TO TAKE CARE
OF A COUPLE OF THINGS.

I'M HERE AT THE APARTMENT
ON HIGHLAND.

WHY DIDN'T YOU
WAKE ME?

I WANTED TO SAY
GOOD-BYE.

NO, NO. YOU WERE
SLEEPING LIKE AN ANGEL.

I DIDN'T WANT
TO WAKE YOU.

WHAT TIME
WILL YOU BE BACK?

AS SOON AS I FINISH UP
THE DEAL WITH CHARLIE.

THE PACKAGE IS
IN 805, RIGHT?

YEAH.

I'LL GET THAT
AFTER I GET THE CASH.

THEN WE CAN FUCK OFF
TO VEGAS.

OK.

I'LL CALL YOU LATER.
LOVE YOU.

I LOVE YOU, TOO.

BRICE, IT'S RILEY.
YOU THERE?

I'LL CALL YOU BACK

AFTER THE DEAL
WITH CHARLIE IS DONE.

SHOULD BE DONE
IN ABOUT AN HOUR, OK?

RAY BURNS?
WHAT THE FUCK?

WHAT ARE YOU
DOING HERE?

HELLO, RILEY.

WHAT ARE YOU
DOING HERE?

I'VE COME TO PICK UP
A TAPE FOR CHARLIE.

WHERE'S CHARLIE?

HE'S NOT HERE.
HE SENT ME.

YOU GOT THE MONEY?

GOT SOME DOUGH
IN THE BAG HERE.

CAN I COME IN?

YEAH. COME IN.

YOU DON'T NEED THAT.

COME IN.

HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY.

I'M CLEAN.

ALL RIGHT. INSIDE.

LONG TIME, NO SEE, EH?

OVER THERE.

NOW, SHOW ME
THE MONEY.

OK?
OKEY-DOKE.

NO. I'LL HAVE THAT.

YOU DON'T NEED THAT.

COME ONE. THEY MAKE
ME NER--FUCK.

JUST PUT IT DOWN,
PLEASE.

WHO FINGERED ME,
RILEY?

EH?
WHO FINGERED ME?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

I DID 8
FUCKING YEARS, MAN.

8 FUCKING YEARS,

AND I DIDN'T SAY
A WORD TO NOBODY.

YOU DID 8 YEARS

BECAUSE YOU
FUCKED UP,

YOU AND YOUR TEAM.

YOU FUCKED UP,
AND YOU DID 8 YEARS.

THAT'S WHY.

WHAT ABOUT TERRY?

WHAT ABOUT HIM?

WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?

I DIDN'T KILL HIM.

HE'S A FUCKING
JUNKIE, A SMACKHEAD.

YOU CAN'T TRUST
A FUCKING SMACKHEAD.

WHO GIVES A FUCK?

WHO GIVES A FUCK?

THAT'S RIGHT.
OK.

YOU GOT THE TAPE?

YEAH, I'VE GOT
THE TAPE.

THERE'S 100 GRAND THERE.

GIVE IT TO ME,
AND I'M FUCKING GONE.

HOW MUCH
DID YOU SAY?

100 GRAND.
YOU FUCKING HEARD ME.

NOW THE DEAL IS
FOR 200 GRAND,

NOT 100 GRAND.

YOU GO AND TELL HIM
GET THE REST

OF THE FUCKING
MONEY, OK?

YOU FUCKING CALL HIM YOURSELF
BECAUSE I'M LEAVING.

YOU FUCKING SPEAK TO HIM.

PUT THAT MONEY DOWN.

I CAN'T DO THAT.

TELL FUCKING CHARLIE
TO GIVE ME

THE 200 GRAND.

THEN HE CAN HAVE
THE TAPE.

OK. ALL RIGHT.

OK.
GO.

TELL CHARLIE I WANT
THE REST OF THE MONEY...

JUST RELAX,
ALL RIGHT?

BEFORE HE CAN
HAVE HIS TAPE.

OK. ALL RIGHT.
ALL RIGHT.

ALL RIGHT.
JUST TAKE IT EASY, OK?

GO AND TELL HIM

I WANT THE REST
OF THE MONEY.

YEAH. I WILL.

THEN HE CAN HAVE
HIS TAPE.

OH, FUCK.

FUCK.

WHAT?

DON'T YOU
FUCKING MOVE.

GIVE ME THAT.
GIVE ME THAT.

GIVE ME THAT.
GET IN THERE.

NOW WHERE'S
THE FUCKING TAPE?

DON'T YOU FUCKING
MOVE A MUSCLE, MAN.

ALL RIGHT. GIVE ME
THE TAPE, RILEY.

GIVE ME
THE FUCKING TAPE.

I DON'T HAVE
THE TAPE.

YOU DON'T HAVE IT?

OH, JESUS! FUCK!

WHERE'S
THE FUCKING TAPE?

WHERE'S
THE FUCKING TAPE?

I DON'T HAVE
THE FUCKING TAPE.

YOU NEVER, EVER
PLAYED IT STRAIGHT,

DID YOU, RILEY?

HELLO?

JACK, IT'S RAY.

IT'S DONE.

HE'S GONE, OK?

THANK YOU.

I'LL SEE YOU
WHEN I GET BACK.

YEAH.
THANK YOU, RAY.

GOD BLESS YOU, TERRY.

HOT ENOUGH FOR YOU?

I'M TELLIN' YA.

SO WHAT HAVE WE GOT?

WE GOT A MALE CAUCASIAN,
MID TO LATE FORTIES.

ONE GUNSHOT WOUND
TO THE CHEST

AND ONE TO THE BACK
OF THE HEAD POINT BLANK.

IT'S A FUCKIN' MESS.

A MESS?
I JUST HAD MY LUNCH.

WE STAR 69ed THE PHONE.

LAST CALL CAME FROM
THE GAUNTLET HOTEL.

WHOA, WHOA, WHOA.

WE STAR 69ed
THE PHONE?

YEAH.

THAT WAS CHRIS'
IDEA?

CHRIS, NO BULLSHIT.
WAS THAT YOUR IDEA?

I MIGHT HAVE SAID
SOMETHIN' TO HIM.

GREAT POLICE WORK.
YOU ARE TO BE COMMENDED.

ANYWAY, I FOUND
THESE NEAR THE BODY.

GET YOUR ASSES OVER
TO THE GAUNTLET.

YES, SIR.

THAT'S FUNNY.

HOW YOU DOIN',
DETECTIVE?

VERY WELL.
UH, OFFICER GOMEZ.

OFFICER GOMEZ,
HAVE YOU BEEN INSIDE?

YES.

HAVE YOU THOROUGHLY
FUCKED UP MY CRIME SCENE?

ABSOLUTELY NOT.

GOOD.

AND NOW IT BEGINS.

HERE YOU ARE,
GENTLEMEN--19209.

IF YOU NEED ANYTHING ELSE,
JUST GIVE ME A CALL.

HERE'S MY CARD.
GREAT.

ABOUT TIME.

HI, MA'AM.

SORRY TO BOTHER YOU.
HI.

I'M OFFICER
CHRIS ANDERS.

THIS IS MY PARTNER,

JOE BERTO
FROM L.A.P.D.,

AND WE'RE CONDUCTING
AN INVESTIGATION,

AND WE'D LIKE TO
ASK YOU

A FEW QUESTIONS
IF YOU DON'T MIND.

SURE. INVESTIGATION
INTO WHAT?

DO YOU KNOW RONALD RILEY?

YEAH.

WHAT'S YOUR RELATIONSHIP
WITH HIM?

HE'S MY BOYFRIEND.

Anders: AND WHAT'S
YOUR NAME, MA'AM?

SAMANTHA FAY.

WOULD YOU MIND COMING DOWN TO
THE STATION WITH US,

ANSWERING A FEW QUESTIONS,
PURELY PRELIMINARY?

HAS SOMETHING
HAPPENED TO RILEY?

UM, I'M GOING TO
GO TO THE BATHROOM,

OK? AND GET
MY JACKET.

YEAH, YOU KNOW WHAT?
LET'S LEAVE THIS OPEN, OK?

WHY DON'T YOU GRAB
YOUR PURSE AND JACKET

AND DEFINITELY
SOME IDENTIFICATION

IF YOU DON'T MIND.

EVERYTHING ALL
RIGHT IN THERE?

FINE.

I DON'T THINK I'VE MADE
A MESS IN THE BATHROOM

FOR A LONG TIME.

HOW LONG YOU BEEN
STAYIN' HERE, MA'AM?

3 DAYS.

Anders: JOE, WE'LL
SEE YOU DOWNSTAIRS.

HE'S JUST GONNA HAVE
A QUICK LOOK AROUND.

YOU DON'T MIND, DO YOU?

HEY. CAN I HELP YOU?

UH, YEAH. I'M SUPPOSED

TO MEET A MATE OF MINE
HERE FOR A DRINK.

I DON'T KNOW IF I'VE GOT
THE RIGHT ROOM NUMBER.

Ray: 19...YEAH,
RIGHT ROOM. 19209.

A MATE?

YEAH, A FRIEND.

IS THIS 19--YES.

AND NOW, UH,
WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?

RILEY?

RILEY. RONALD RILEY?

YEAH, IS HE HERE?

HE'S A FRIEND OF YOURS?

WELL, KNOW HIM
A LITTLE BIT, YOU KNOW.

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

MY NAME'S RAY BURNS.
WHY? WHAT'S YOURS?

I'M OFFICER BERTO
OF THE L.A.P.D.

UH...

YOU--YOU'RE
FROM ENGLAND, RIGHT?

YEAH.

DID YOU KNOW RONALD
BACK IN ENGLAND?

NO. WE JUST
MET HERE ACTUALLY,

AND HE'S JUST SUPPOSED
TO COME MEET ME

FOR A DRINK ABOUT NOW,
AND, UH, ACTUALLY MET

ME AT THE AIRPORT.
UH, I'M ON VACATION.

UH-HUH. UH-HUH.

GEE, SORRY,
NOT THE AIRPORT.

I MEANT AT
SUNSET BOULEVARD.

TOP END OF THAT.

I SAID I'D MEET HIM
FOR A DRINK.

YEAH, GREAT.

WOULD YOU TELL HIM
I STOPPED BY?

YEAH, I COULD TELL
HIM YOU STOPPED BY.

BEFORE I DO THAT, RAY,

WOULD YOU MIND COMIN'
DOWN TO THE STATION

AND ANSWERING A FEW QUESTIONS
ABOUT YOUR FRIEND?

IT SHOULDN'T TAKE UP
TOO MUCH TIME.

I'LL GET YOU BACK
WHEREVER YOU NEED TO GO.

YOU MIND DOIN'
THAT WITH ME?

I DIDN'T REALLY
KNOW HIM THAT WELL,

TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH.

WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT?

IT'D STILL BE HELPFUL IF
YOU'D COME DOWN WITH US.

HUH?

I'D BE GLAD TO.

WILL IT--UH, YOU
WANT TO GO NOW?

YEAH.

I DON'T HAVE A CAR,

SO COULD YOU
DROP ME BACK HOME?

SURE.
OK.

NO PROBLEM.

Berto: THIS WON'T
TAKE VERY LONG.

IT'S JUST PURELY
A FORMALITY.

WE JUST NEED
A STATEMENT

OUT OF YOU, OK?
HOUR AT THE MAX.

OK.

Man: RAY BURNS.

Allen: WELL, THEY COME

FROM 2 DIFFERENT
PARTS OF ENGLAND.

WHAT DID SHE SAY SHE'S
DOING HERE?

VACATION.

SO HE, LIKE--SHE
JUST--SHE JUST MET HIM?

MM-HMM.

RIGHT.

THAT'S WHAT SHE SAYS.

YOU ARE IN OUR CUSTODY
AT THIS POINT.

YOU DON'T SAY SHIT.

I SPOKE TO YOU, I SPOKE TO
THE OTHER DETECTIVE,

THEN I SPOKE TO YOU.

AND BACK AND FORTH
AND BACK AND FORTH.

ANSWER THE QUESTIONS
THAT WE ASK YOU.

AND I WANT TO SEE
SOME OF THAT

POLITE ENGLISHMAN
SHIT. ALL RIGHT?

Allen: YOU OWN A GUN?

NO, I DON'T.

Allen: HAVE YOU
FIRED A GUN

WITHIN THE LAST 24 HOURS?

Ray: WELL, DON'T
YOU FUCKIN' MOVE.

BEFORE YOU ANSWER THAT,
I WANT YOU TO KNOW

WE CAN RUN
A TEST ON YOUR HANDS,

AND WE CAN TELL
IF YOU FIRED A GUN.

I UNDERSTAND THAT.
THE ANSWER'S NO.

STOP THE FUCKIN' BULLSHIT!

AND START ANSWERING
SOME FUCKING QUESTIONS.

SOMEBODY'S DEAD.

HAS FUCK ALL
TO DO WITH ME.

LET'S LEAVE THE LAND
OF THE BULLSHIT

AND TELL US
WHAT YOU REALLY KNOW

ABOUT RONALD RILEY.

I'VE TOLD YOU
EVERYTHING I KNOW.

I MET HIM
IN A BAR IN ENGLAND.

I CAME HERE
FOR VACATION.

GOT HERE 2 DAYS AGO.

THAT'S IT.

SO YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE
HE IS RIGHT NOW?

RIGHT. SO, UH,
WHICH HOTEL WAS THIS?

Ray: GAUNTLET HOTEL.

GAUNTLET HOTEL.

Man: SO YOU JUST
WENT THERE

TO MEET HIM
FOR WHAT?

UH, FOR WHAT,
UH, DRINK? DINNER?

WHEN, IN THE EVENIN'?

YEAH. WE WERE GONNA
GO AND HAVE A DRINK.

Allen: WELL, YOU'RE HERE NOW
AND YOU'RE BULLSHITTING US.

YOU WANT TO FUCKIN'
DO THIS THE HARD WAY,

WE'LL DO IT
THE FUCKIN' HARD WAY.

I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK.

SIT THE FUCK DOWN,
AND SHUT UP.

DESK CLERK AT THE HOTEL...

DOESN'T REMEMBER YOU EVEN
STOPPING AT THE DESK

TO ASK FOR A ROOM NUMBER.

YOU JUST WENT STRAIGHT UP.

YOUR BOYFRIEND,

UH, UNFORTUNATELY
IS, UM, IS DEAD.

THAT'S BULLSHIT.

THAT'S FUCKIN' BULLSHIT.

YOU KEPT ME IN HERE FOR 4
HOURS AND HE'S BEEN DEAD?

THERE'S NOTHING
MORE I CAN SAY.

YOU'VE ASKED ME
SO MANY TIMES.

NOT ONLY WILL WE
KEEP YOU HERE ALL NIGHT,

WE'LL KEEP YOU
HERE FOR THE REST

OF YOUR FUCKIN' LIFE.

LET'S START
FROM THE BEGINNING.

SO, CAN YOU
IDENTIFY THE BODY?

AND THEN YOU CAN GO.

FUCK YOU FELLAS.

I'LL SEE YOU AROUND.

OK?

I'M TIRED. I'M AGITATED.

Allen: WELL,
EVERYBODY'S TIRED, RAY.

AND I'M GETTIN' WORRIED.

SOMEBODY'S DEAD.

AND I'M GETTIN' WORRIED
BECAUSE I'M HERE

IN THIS FUCKIN' SEAT.

AND I KNOW THE WAY
YOU'RE LOOKIN' AT ME.

IT AIN'T FUCKIN' RIGHT.

YOU HAVE NOTHIN'
TO WORRY ABOUT.

TELL ME AGAIN. RONALD RILEY.

YOU DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING
ABOUT HIS PAST AT ALL?

NO.

NOTHING?
NOTHING.

YOU DON'T
KNOW NOBODY HERE

IN THE STATES, RIGHT?

YOU NEVER BEEN
HERE BEFORE.

BUT I--I'VE
OFFERED INFORMATION.

I'VE ANSWERED YOU
HONESTLY, CLEARLY.

WE'VE BEEN
OVER AND OVER AND OVER

THE SAME--SAME THING.

I CAN'T EVEN
FUCKIN' SPEAK NOW.

I--I--I--NOW I WANT
TO GO, BUT I WANT TO KNOW

THAT WE'RE SQUARE.

WELL, YOU CAN GO, RAY.

BUT WE'RE NOT SQUARE.

BUT YOU CAN GO.

I'LL SEE YOU AROUND.

OK.

I SEE YOU MET CHARLIE.

IT'S JUST BUSINESS.

JUST BUSINESS.

THIS IS USELESS NOW.

I THINK WE'RE
ALL DONE HERE.

DON'T YOU?

YEAH. I THINK
WE'RE DONE.

AH. FUCK.

UH!

JUST SO YOU KNOW...

I LIKED HIM A LOT.

JUST--JUST THE BARBECUE
PORK, BRO.

YEAH, WHAT'S UP?

* NOTHING
BUT FOR NOW, LOVE *

Dillon: RAY?

* I DON'T CARE
WHAT YOU SAY *

RAY?

RAY.

EDDIE. EDDIE. EDDIE.

NO. DILLON.

NO. DILLON.

NO. DILLON.

OK. OK.

WHO'S BOBBIN' FOR APPLES?

I GOT TO CLEAN
THAT UP, TOO?

NO, JUST ME.

OK, RAY.

I'M GONNA GET YOU OUT OF HERE,

AND THEN I'M GONNA BURN
THE FUCKER DOWN, OK?

IT'S CLEANER THAT WAY.
YOU HAVE ANY OBJECTIONS?

NO.

UH, BRING THE BAG BACK.

BAG, YEAH. AND THE GUN?

NO. NO.
OK. MY BAG THERE.

YEAH.

OK, THIS, IT'S GONNA
HURT A LITTLE BIT.

I NEED YOU TO
LEAN FORWARD NOW.

OK, WE'RE GONNA GO
ON 3, ALL RIGHT?

WE GO ON 3.
1, 2, 3.

IT'S GONNA BE ALL RIGHT.

SAY IT. "DILLON,
I'M NOT GONNA TACO."

SAY IT.

SAY IT!

I'M NOT GONNA TACO.

THAT'S RIGHT, MAN.

'CAUSE YOU WILL COMPROMISE

THE STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY
OF YOUR VEHICLE, MAN.

LOOK AT THAT
FUCKIN' THING, MAN.

I NEVER SEEN A FUCKIN'
WOUND LIKE THAT.

THE BULLET'S JUST HANGIN'
RIGHT OUT OF THERE.

TOUCH IT. TOUCH IT,
RIGHT THERE.

NO, NO. OW. DON'T,
DON'T, DON'T, PLEASE.

AM I ALL RIGHT?

NO, YOU'RE NOT ALL RIGHT.

WE GOT TO DETOUR.

WE GOT TO DETOUR, MAN.

SORRY, RAY, IT'S JUST TAKING
LONGER THAN IT SHOULD.

WE GOT TO DETOUR.

YOU'RE BLEEDING.
IT'S FINE.

FUCK YOURSELF,
WHITEHEAD MOTHER FUCKER.

LET GO OF THE
STEERING WHEEL, RAY.

OK.

NOW, WE CAN'T CRASH.

NO. OH, BUT NON.
FRENCH.

WHY DO THEY BOTHER
WITH THE LANGUAGE?

THEY ONLY USE
ONE WORD, NON.

NON.

DO YOU HAVE ANY,
UH, LIKE, STEAK?

NON.

BLOW ME.
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

MOM?

YEAH, IT'S ME.

AH, I GOT A GUY DYING NEXT
TO ME, BUT, UH, HOW ARE YOU?

YEAH, I GOT
YOUR MESSAGE.

YEAH.

WELL, NO, I JUST GOT A THING
HERE I GOT TO TAKE CARE OF.

I FEEL REALLY COLD.

OK, HANG ON.

RAY! YOU'RE NOT GONNA TACO.

WHY DON'T I CALL YOU BACK

WHEN I TAKE CARE
OF THIS THING, MOM?

ALL RIGHT? OK. I LOVE YOU.

OK. YEAH, OK. BYE.

MIKEY, I GOT SOME
BAD NEWS FOR YOU.

THIS JUST CAME BACK
FROM FORENSICS,

AND THERE'S
NOTHING ON IT.

ALL THEY PICKED UP
WAS A BLURRY IMAGE

JUST FOR A SPLIT SECOND.
THAT'S IT.

THEY WERE ABLE TO GET
A PARTIAL PRINT,

BUT I THINK THE CHLORINE
FROM THE POOL

FUCKED
EVERYTHING UP.

YEAH, I DON'T
KNOW WHAT TO SAY.

I'M SORRY.

YEAH, ME, TOO.

WHAT AM
I NOT SEEING?

WHAT HAVE I GOT?

WHAT HAVE I GOT?

I'VE GOT A MALE,
MID FORTIES,

CAUCASIAN, TATTOOS,

FOUND DEAD
IN A SWIMMING POOL.

GUNSHOT WOUND...

IN HIS UPPER BACK...

AND WRIST.

I'VE GOT A 9-MILLIMETER GLOCK.

FOUND AT THE CRIME SCENE

THAT BALLISTICS SAYS
WAS THE SAME GUN

THAT WAS USED
TO KILL RONALD RILEY.

SO IF LONDON CHARLIE
KILLED RONALD RILEY...

WHO KILLED LONDON CHARLIE?

AND WHERE'S THAT
LITTLE PRICK RAY BURNS?

Ray, voice-over:
DILLON CAME THROUGH FOR ME.

COST ME 50 GRAND
TO GET PATCHED UP,

BUT IT WAS WORTH IT.

BRICE.

I JUST THOUGHT
YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW

THAT YOUR FRIEND RILEY'S DEAD.

WHO'S--WHO IS THIS?
WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT?

RAY BURNS TOOK CARE
OF HIM IN L.A.

AND NOW HE'S BACK IN LONDON.

WAIT A MINUTE. WHAT
ARE YOU ON ABOUT RILEY?

RILEY WHO?

AU REVOIR.

HELLO?

HELLO?

AM I GLAD TO SEE YOU.

COME IN.

YOU GET MY STUFF?

OH, YEAH.

YOU GET EVERYTHING?

YEAH. IT'S IN THE BAG.

GOOD.

YOU OK?

WHAT HAPPENED?

I, UH--I DON'T KNOW.

RILEY'S DEAD. THAT
FUCKING PRICK'S DEAD.

I KNOW. I HEARD.

SO WHAT HAPPENED?
YOU OK?

IT'S ALL FUCKED UP.
I GOT CL--

ARE YOU OK?

YEAH. I GOT CLIPPED,

BUT I GOT PATCHED
UP IN L.A.

WHAT?

I DON'T KNOW
WHAT YOU'RE PLANNING.

I DIDN'T KNOW YOU CARED.

YOU GET MY PHONE?

YEAH.

GREAT.

LISTEN.

BRICE KNOWS.

AND HE'S LOOKIN' FOR YOU.

HOW THE FUCK DOES
HE KNOW SO SOON?

SOMETHIN' AIN'T
RIGHT ON THIS.

NIKKI!

NIKKI, ANSWER
THE FUCKING PHONE!

DON'T YOU FUCKIN'
IGNORE ME.

PICK IT UP NOW.

DON'T FUCKIN'
MAKE ME GET IT.

I'M FUCKIN'
TALKIN' TO YOU.

PICK THAT FUCKIN'
PHONE UP.

FUCK IT.

AAH!

IT'S NOT
A FUCKING JOKE.

THIS IS A FUCKING
BUILDING.

RIGHT, YOU'RE GONNA
FUCKIN' ANSWER IT.

AAH!

Brice: DANNY.

AAH!

HELLO?

HELLO?

Brice: DANNY?

HOLD ON, MATE.

HANG ON!

IT'S BRICE.

Danny: HELLO, MATE.
YES. BRICE.

FUCKIN' HELL,
SORRY, MATE.

SORRY ABOUT
THE MUSIC. YEAH.

Brice: RILEY NO
LONGER WORKS FOR ME.

HE'S DEAD.

IS HE? RIGHT.

YOU'RE MY GUY NOW, DANNY.

WELL, LISTEN,
FUCKIN' HELL,

THAT IS
BRILLIANT NEWS.

LET ME SAY--NO,
LET ME FUCKIN' SAY.

I WILL BITCH
FOR YOU.

I WILL DO
WHATEVER YOU WANT.

I'LL--FUCKIN' ANYTHING.
I'M SHAMELESS, MATE.

WHATEVER YOU
FUCKIN' WANT.

IT'S DONE.
I'LL DO IT.

IT'S FUCKIN' BRILLIANT.

THAT IS A VERY
SMART CHOICE

ON YOUR PART, MATE.

THE ONLY THING YOU
NEED TO DO FOR ME

IS TO MAKE
RAY BURNS DISAPPEAR.

YOU WANT ME
TO KILL HIM?

YEAH.
RAY BURNS.

BE A FUCKIN' PLEASURE,
LITTLE RAT. WHERE IS HE?

NO, I'M FINE. ALL RIGHT.

NO, NO, NO, NO, YOU'RE
RIGHT. NO, OF COURSE.

I'LL FUCKIN'
FIND HIM TONIGHT.

I'LL FIND HIM.
I'LL GO OUT NOW.

I'M FUCKIN' LEAVIN' NOW.

LISTEN, I'M LEAVIN'.

RIGHT. I'M GOING NOW.
I'M GONNA FIND HIM.

ALL RIGHT. DONE DEAL.
BYE-BYE.

ALL RIGHT, CHEERS.

YOU NEVER TOUCH THAT
FUCKIN' PHONE AGAIN.

YOU UNDERSTAND?

SO I'LL SEE YOU AT
YOUR PLACE AT 8:00. OK?

8:00.

8:00. TAKE THE
MONEY OUT OF THE BAG

AND JUST WRAP IT UP
IN SOMETHING.

I KNOW WHAT TO DO.

I KNOW.
I'LL SEE YOU LATER.

Cindy: IT TOOK ME A LITTLE
WHILE TO KIND OF SETTLE IN

AND FIGURE OUT WHETHER
I WAS GOING TO STAY

AND WHAT I WAS
DOING HERE, YOU KNOW.

Danny: TELL ME.
ALL RIGHT, LISTEN.

I'LL PUT 200 QUID
YOUR WAY IF YOU DO THIS.

YES, I'M FUCKIN'
SERIOUS! HOLD ON.

TWO QUID. ALL RIGHT?

NOW LISTEN TO ME.

RAY BURNS, I FUCKIN'
NEED TO FIND HIM FAST.

GET OFF THE FUCKIN' ROAD!

NO, I'VE GOT TO HELP HIM
OUT WITH SOMETHIN'.

BRICE, HELLO.
I'M FUCKING SORRY.

PLEASE DON'T HANG UP.
LISTEN TO ME. ONE SECOND.

I'M IN FUCKIN'
PICCADILLY CIRCUS.

I'M--NO. I'M NOT GOING

TO THE FUCKIN' CINEMA.
I'M GOING--

TERRY REALLY BLAMED HIMSELF
FOR WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU.

AND EVEN DESPITE DRUGS
AND USING

AND THE FUCKING CLOUD
THAT WE WERE IN,

YOU KNOW, HE--
HE'D BRING IT UP.

HE WOULD TALK ABOUT IT.

HE TALKED TO YOU
ABOUT IT?

Danny: RICKY, YOU
FUCKIN' ANSWER ME NOW.

WHO ELSE IS THERE?

'CAUSE IT SOUNDS TO ME
LIKE I FUCKIN' CAUGHT YOU

IN THE MIDDLE OF SHAGGIN',
THAT'S WHY.

I AM FUCKED, MATE.
I AIN'T FUCKIN' SLEPT.

I'M FUCKIN'
EAT OFF MY HEAD.

I'M DRIVIN' LIKE
A CUNT...

FUCK OFF.

THROUGH THE FUCKIN'
WEST END.

I'M LOOKIN' AT PAKIS TO SEE
IF THEY'RE FUCKIN' RAY.

LITTLE PAKIS FROM THE BACK

WHO MIGHT PISSY
LOOK LIKE HIM.

DO YOU KNOW RAY BURNS?

RAY BURNS.

ALL RIGHT.

WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?

FUCKIN' PAKIS.

LIKE YOU FUCKIN'
UNDERSTOOD A WORD I SAID.

I FOUND OUT THAT TERRY
PASSED IN PRISON.

IN THE FUCKIN'
NEWSPAPER.

AND I COULD NEVER
UNDERSTAND WHY...

HE WOULD GIVE ME UP.

LISTEN TO ME.

I NEED--I NEED YOU
TO FIND RAY BURNS.

I KNOW YOU CAN'T FIND HIM.
GET SOMEONE TO WHEEL YOU.

GET YOUR FUCKIN' SOCIAL
WORKER TO WHEEL YOU IN,

AND I WILL MINT YOU
A HUNDRED POUNDS.

I LOVE YOU, MATE.
I FUCKIN' LOVE YOU.

MAKE A HABIT FOR ME.

HOW?

HOLD UP. FUCKIN' HELL.

HE WANTED TO VISIT YOU.

HE DID.

AND, UH, AND WE'D SAY WE WERE
GONNA COME AND WE WOULD MAKE--

MAKE NOISES ABOUT IT,
AND IT WAS GONNA HAPPEN,

AND THEN, YOU KNOW.

NO, NO, NO, NOT YOU--I'M NOT
FUCKIN' SCREAMIN' AT YOU.

I THOUGHT I SAW THE CUNT.

NO, IT'S NOT.

IT'S A FUCKING BIRD,
FUNNY ENOUGH.

FUCKIN'...FUCKIN' BIG UGLY.

Cindy: I THINK HE PROBABLY
COULDN'T...

FACE YOU, TO BE HONEST.

I DON'T CARE IF WHEEL
OF FUCKIN' FORTUNE'S ON.

I WILL GUARANTEE YOU
A HUNDRED POUNDS.

HOW'S THAT?
GOING PAST THE RITZ.

YEAH, I'M GONNA BE IN THERE.
THAT'S FOR FUCKIN' SURE.

I'LL GIVE YOU
FUCKIN' 3 TABS

IF YOU CAN
HELP ME FIND HIM.

YOU LISTEN TO ME.
YOU REMEMBER LAST WEEK

WHEN I FUCK--
HOLD ON. STOP.

HOLD ON.

HELLO, MAGGIE.

FUCKIN'...

ALL RIGHT, DARLING.

WELL, LISTEN,
I GOT TO GO, SO...

OH, YEAH,
THANKS FOR COMIN'.

YEAH. OK.
GIVE US A HUG.

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

I WANT YOU TO SIT DOWN.
WHY--

SIT DOWN.

FUCKIN' SIT DOWN.

AND STAY THERE. GOOD GIRL.

WHAT'S THIS?

GOIN' AWAY?

MAYBE.

MAYBE? FUCKIN'
LOOKS LIKE YOU ARE.

SHIT. SHIT.

BAG. OH.

WHERE'S RAY?

I'M TAKING THIS.

WHERE'S RAY?

I DON'T KNOW WHAT
YOU'RE TALKIN' ABOUT.

AAH!

WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?

HAVE A LITTLE CRY.

ALL RIGHT.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT
YOU'RE TALKIN' ABOUT.

RAY. YOU DON'T
EVEN KNOW RAY.

NO, I SHOULD
HAVE PHONED RAJ.

"OH, RAY. I FUCKIN'
KNOW RAY."

HE'LL FUCKIN'
KNOW, WON'T HE?

THAT'S MINE.
I'M HAVIN' THAT.

WHERE IS HE?
FUCKIN' HELL, MAGS,

YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME
ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.

PLEASE.
COME ON.

PLEASE.

COME ON.
WHERE IS HE?

PLEASE DON'T.

PLEASE, PLEASE.
WHERE IS HE?

COME ON.
IT'S NOT HURTIN'.

IT'S PLAIN SLAPS.
COME ON, MAG.

HERE, USE THAT, MAGGIE.

HAVE YOU STOPPED BLEEDIN'?

IF YOU SEE ANYTHING,
HONK ON THE HORN, OK?

NO, DANNY. NO.

FUCKING TURN IT UP.

FUCKING--FUCKING
TURN IT UP.

RAY. FUCKING, OH.

FAST IN THE
WEST END, DANNY.

WELL, RAY, FUCKIN' SURPRISE,
SURPRISE, SURPRISE.

NICE MOVE, MATE.

THANK YOU. IT IS
MY FAVORITE MOVE.

IT'S THE MOVE WHEN
I GET A BROKEN NOSE.

THAT'S WHAT IT--

HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY.
DON'T YOU FUCKIN' MOVE, MAN.

FUCKIN' MOVE.

DON'T MOVE, DANNY.

I'M NOT MOVING.

WHOO.

Danny: PHONE, AH. PHONE.

YOU GOT A PHONE
CALL, DANNY.

YOU GONNA
ANSWER THAT?

Danny on machine:
IT'S DANNY. TALK TO ME.

Brice: DANNY,
WHERE ARE YOU?

WHAT'S THE WORD
ON THAT CUNT RAY?

IS HE DEAD YET?

Danny: THAT IS...

Brice: YOU FUCKIN' CALL ME.

DO YOU KNOW HIM?

NO. YES.

DID YOU GO
TO MAGGIE'S HOME?

YES, I FUCKIN' DID.

AND SHE'S A FUCKIN' CRYBABY.

YOU FUCKIN'
CROSSED THE LINE!

GIVE ME THE BAG,
SWEETHEART.

NO.
HEY, HEY, HEY.

SHH, SHH, SHH.

IT'S MY BAG.

GIVE ME THE BAG.
IT'S MINE.

IT'S OK. IT'S OK.

SHH, SHH, SHH, SHH.

HERE'S THE MONEY.

YOU WON'T HEAR
FROM HIM AGAIN.

Man: OK, MA'AM,
I HAVE--

I NEED TO ASK YOU
SOME QUESTIONS.

UM, FIRST OF ALL,

UH, HAVE YOU TAKEN
ANY DRUGS AT ALL?

Nikki: NO.

Brice: STINKS
IN HERE, HUH?

I DON'T DO DRUGS.

UM...

WELL, IT LOOKS LIKE
THE FUCKIN' MAID'S

HAD A DAY OFF.

Maggie: YOU'VE GOT HIM
BY THE BALLS.

MAKE THE CALL.

YEP. I'M DOIN' IT.

YOU F--

NO.

BRICE.

BRICE, IT'S RAY.

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO.
YOU LISTEN TO ME.

Brice on tape: THE ONLY
THING YOU NEED TO DO FOR ME

IS TO MAKE RAY BURNS
DISAPPEAR.

Danny on tape:
YOU WANT ME TO KILL HIM?

YEAH.
RAY BURNS?

IT'D BE A FUCKIN' PLEASURE,
THE LITTLE RAT.

YOU HEAR THAT?

DID YOU HEAR THAT,
BRICE?

NOW, THE ONLY THING
WE WANT

IS TO BE LEFT
ALONE, ALL RIGHT?

JUST LEAVE US
THE FUCK ALONE.

'CAUSE IF YOU DON'T,
I SWEAR TO GOD, MAN,

I WILL USE THAT
AND BRING YOU DOWN.

OK, PAL? OK?

YOU FUCKIN'
UNDERSTAND THIS.

YOU'RE A DEAD MAN.

AND FUCK YOU, TOO.

IT'S JUST JACK.
IT'S COOL.

YEAH?

RAY. FRANKIE.

GOOD JOB ON RILEY, SON.

LISTEN. JACK WANTS
TO MEET YOU TONIGHT

TO THANK YOU
PERSONALLY FROM TERRY.

I THINK YOU COULD BE
IN LINE FOR A BONUS.

ANYWAY, IT'S 8:00,

BY THE CAR PARK,
BY THE BAMBOO DRAGON.

THAT'S IN CHINATOWN, RIGHT?

THAT'S RIGHT. CHINATOWN.

ALL RIGHT, TELL HIM
I'LL BE THERE.

IT'S FRANKIE.
HE WORKS FOR JACK.

HE WANTS TO SEE
ME TONIGHT AT 8:00.

AT THE TOP OF SOHO SQUARE
THERE'S A MUSE TO THE RIGHT.

I'LL BE THERE ABOUT
9:30, OK?

ALL RIGHT.

I'LL SEE YOU LATER.

HI. IT'S ME.
HE JUST LEFT.

HEY, BRICE, THERE'S A CALL
FOR YOU ON LINE ONE.

WHO IS IT?

HE DIDN'T SAY, MATE.

BRICE.

IT'S ME AGAIN.

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?

JUST THOUGHT
YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW

THAT YOUR FRIEND RAY BURNS

WILL BE ON THE ROOFTOP
OF THE CAR PARK AT CHINATOWN

OPPOSITE THE BAMBOO DRAGON
TONIGHT, 8:00.

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?

YOU SHOULD BE THERE.

HELLO. HELLO?

Brice: DON'T YOU
FUCKIN' TWITCH, YOU CUNT!

WHERE'S MY FUCKING TAPE?!

WHERE'S MY FUCKING
TAPE, YOU FUCK?!

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS
FUCKIN' IS?

THIS FUCKIN'
SORTS OUT YOU MUGS.

TAKE IT EASY, OK?

YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT.

YOU THINK YOU CAN BRING
ME DOWN, YOU CUNT? DO YOU?

YOU THINK I'M
A FUCKIN' BASTARD.

I SAID I'LL GET
YOU THE TAPE, OK?

JUST RELAX.

HUH? YOU THINK YOU--

Ray: JESUS.

I TOLD YOU I DID NOT
WANT TO GET INVOLVED.

TWO DOWN, ONE TO GO.

NICE WORK, EDDIE.

I WANT TO HAVE
A WORD WITH RAY.

I BLAME YOU
FOR TERRY'S DEATH, RAY.

YOU'RE JUST AS RESPONSIBLE
AS BRICE AND RILEY.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU
TALKIN' ABOUT, JACK?

HE TRUSTED YOU,

TERRY DID,

AND HOW DO YOU REPAY
THAT TRUST, EH?

BY INTRODUCING HIM
TO THAT FUCKING POISON,

THAT RILEY.
I COULD HAVE KNOCKED OFF

THOSE TWO FUCKIN' SCUMBAGS
BRICE AND RILEY

WHENEVER I WANTED.
BUT NO, I SAID,

WELL, I'LL WAIT FOR YOU,
TILL YOU CAME OUT

SO YOU COULD HAVE THE PLEASURE
OF AVENGING MY SON.

AND YOUR FUCKIN'
FRIEND, HEY? TERRY?

I DID 8 YEARS
FOR TERRY, JACK.

I TOOK THE FALL THEN.
I WAS SET UP THEN,

AND YOU'RE SETTING
ME UP NOW!

I'M JUST A THIEF, JACK.
YOU KNOW THAT.

IT'S NOT MY FUCKIN'
WORLD.

I LOST MY FUCKIN' SON.

AND I LOST 8 YEARS
OF MY LIFE!

YEAH, AND WHAT DID
TERRY LOSE?

THE WHOLE OF HIS FUCKIN'
LIFE, THANKS TO YOU.

HE ALWAYS REGARDED
YOU AS A FRIEND.

YOU SHOULD HAVE
TAKEN CARE OF HIM.

YOU SELFISH LITTLE CUNT.

NOW YOU'RE GONNA TAKE THE
FALL FOR THIS, BELIEVE ME.

NO, I'M NOT.
YEAH?

OH, GO ON.
FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE.

IS THAT IT, JACK?

THAT'S IT.
IS THAT IT?

GO. I'M WARNIN' YOU,
FUCK OFF.

WELL, FUCK YOU, MAN.

FUCKIN' SAY THAT AGAIN,
EH? FUCK ME?

I'LL WRING YOUR FUCKIN'
SCRAWNY LITTLE NECK.

NOW GO AND GET OUT OF HERE
WHILE YOU HAVE A CHANCE.

I'LL SEE YOU AGAIN.

YEAH, OH, YOU'LL
SEE ME AGAIN.

I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN.

ANY MORE OF YOUR FUCKIN'
THREATS, MATE,

YOU'LL SEE ME AGAIN.

NOW FUCK OFF.

FUCK.

FUCKIN' UNDERSTAND THIS.

YOU'RE A DEAD MAN.

Riley: DID 8 YEARS 'CAUSE
YOU FUCKED UP,

YOU AND YOUR TEAM.

DO YOU WANT TO
FUCKIN' DO IT OR NOT?

8 YEARS, AND THAT'S THE BEST
YOU CAN COME UP WITH?

Jack: GOT TO WIPE THAT
FUCKIN' RILEY

OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH.

WHAT ARE YOU DOIN' HERE?

Allen: SIT THE FUCK
DOWN AND SHUT UP.

UH!

Dillon: BULLET'S JUST
HANGIN' RIGHT OUT OF THERE.

Ray: AM I ALL RIGHT?

NO, YOU'RE NOT ALL RIGHT.

I TOLD YOU I DID NOT
WANT TO GET INVOLVED.

I'M RAY. I'M IN TROUBLE.

Brice: WHAT'S THE WORD
ON THAT CUNT RAY?

IS HE DEAD YET?

NOW YOU'RE GONNA TAKE
THE FALL FOR THIS.

Dillon: NOW, YOU'RE
NOT GONNA TACO, RAY.

RAY, I WANT YOU TO SAY THAT.

"I'M NOT GONNA TACO."

SAY IT!

Ray: I'M NOT GONNA TACO.

Woman: RAY. JESUS CHRIST.

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