All language subtitles for White Gold - 02x05 - Capturing the Flag_track8_[eng]

[Ronnie] All right, 240, 245, and 250.

It's all there. Good boy.

Now here's your ticket,

and Mr. Setra will meet you at the hotel.

Go straight there.
Deliver the cash. Get out.

No fucking about. You got it?

Maybe time for a quick dip in the sea?

You fuck this up,
I'll arrange a much longer dip for you.

Jesus, Ronnie.
I was only making a joke.

Well, in that case, so was I.

Have a good trip.

Hello. I've got a business trip
booked to Malta with you,

and I wanted to see if I could book seats

for the rest of my family.

My name's Vincent Swan, Dr. Vincent Swan.

Great.

Also I'm speaking at a medical conference,

and I could use a few hours
on the flight to prepare.

Is there any chance
of a business-class upgrade?

No, just the one seat would be fine.

If Ronnie's gonna treat me like a mule,

I'm gonna make damn sure
I get a kick out of it.

♪ They exchanged a look... ♪

That's the craziest shit I've ever heard.

I know. Can you believe
that Machiavellian bitch Jo

engineered the whole thing
just to get one over on Vincent?

What? No, not that.

The fact that Sam found you attractive.

Thanks very much.

Oh, come on, mate.
She's gorgeous,

and you, you're like
a completely different species.

Now, l-let me get this straight.

You were the one who wouldn't commit?

Can we change the subject?

I mean, you have looked at yourself
in the mirror before, right?

How's the boy wonder working out?

Oh, God, he's even more of a pillock
than I remembered.

Good. That's what I was hoping for.

How 'bout I come over and work for you?

Unfortunately, that ship has sailed.

No, Walsh has made it abundantly clear

that I'm not allowed
to take on any more staff.

Well, can't you just sack RJ?
One in, one out?

Look, if you want to go and
tell his nut case of a dad

that you got his fuck-wit son fired,
then be my guest.

[RJ] Here you go, Brian.

What's that?

Orange juice and lemonade.

I asked for a pint.

Sorry. Got distracted.

Got chatting to the young damsel
behind the bar.

Wow, a real-life damsel in distress.

Quite the opposite, Lavatory.
she gave me her number,

which means, by the end of the day,

she'll very likely be a damsel
out of a dress.

As opposed to in a dress.

Because she'll be naked.

Yes, I think I get it, RJ.

[Brian] Well, this is bollocks.

How did a freak like you
manage to pull her?

If Stratego has taught me one thing,
no advances were ever made

without taking risks, my compadres.

You can't capture the enemy's flag
without coming out of your trench.

You're right. He's right.

You're a creepy genius.

I-It's that simple.

I've got to go.
Thank you, RJ.

Don't thank me.
Thank Stratego.

Well, I don't suppose there's any danger

of you applying this go-get-'em attitude
to selling our windows?

- Wouldn't work.
- Why not?

'Cause ultimately I don't give a toss
about selling windows, Brian.

Yeah, that's the spirit.

[Vincent] Ronnie's errand had at least
put a few thousand miles between me

and that marriage-wrecking time bomb, Jo.

When you're caught between
a rock and a hard place,

it takes the edge off when the rock

is a sun-kissed Mediterranean island.

[clerk] So that's room 211, double bed,
with the pull-out bed for children.

I'm not sleeping with Rob.
You know he stinks of B.O. now.

And I don't want to catch your zits.

You are a royal little shit. Mum!

Excuse me, sweetheart.
Do you have any adjoining rooms?

No, but we have a junior suite available.

Rate is 200 Maltese lira per night.

And what's that in real money?

In English pounds sterling, that's...

£320.

Nice try. You and I both know rate cards

are only used to fleece the terminally
stupid or the stupidly wealthy.

I'm sorry.

I not really understand.

Is there anyone else
who could check us in?

I said only very rich or very stupid,

like that pair behind, pay that.

Now, what can you do for me
on that suite price?

[woman] What did he say?

I'm sorry.
I can't do deals on the price.

All right, how about
a complimentary upgrade?

I'm a very generous tipper
after a good night's sleep.

This is ridiculous.
Can you hurry up, please?

I'm sorry, Your Highness,
but we haven't finished yet.

Come on.
What's your best price?

I'm so sorry.

You know what they say.
If you have to ask for the price,

you definitely can't afford it.

Is there any chance you
could let someone else check in?

It's okay.
Vincent, come on.

Let's just look at the room.

I'm sure it's lovely.

Okay.

All yours, although I think you'll find

there's a no-dogs-allowed policy
at this hotel.

[Sam] Vincent. Go.

And you.

[woman] What did he say?

[Sam] Right, try not to drown.

I don't want to spend the whole holiday
filling out forms.

- You're so funny, Mum.
- Last one in the pool

gets the camp bed
with the bloodstained sheets.

[seabirds calling]

Isn't Nat a bit old for Bun-Buns?

She told me to bring him.

Apparently, he's never
been to Malta before.

Oh, that's sweet.

Thank you, Vincent.
I needed a break.

Nothing beats a few days of the four "S"s,

sun, sea, sand, and--

And sharing a room with our two children.

Might need to settle for the three "S"s.

Well, there's always the beach at night.

No, thanks.
I'm not a bloody turtle.

Although I am still a big fan of doggie.

Whoa! Hey, easy, lassie. [laughs]

One of us should watch the kids swim.

Why don't I finish unpacking,

get it nice and cosy in here for us?

That is disturbingly sensible for you.

I quite like this new
being waited on hand and foot.

First you packed the case coming out here,

and now everything
gets hung up at this end.

- It's like having a sexy butler.
- Just call me Jeeves.

- Mwah. See you in half an hour.
- Okay.

That was close.

I probably could have hidden
this roll somewhere else,

but who doesn't enjoy the feel
of a cool five grand in 50s

laying against their nut sac?
Now, in case you were wondering

where the rest of Ronnie's
illicit cash is stuffed...

♪ My mama told me ♪

♪ If I was goody ♪

♪ That she would buy me ♪

♪ A rubber dolly ♪

♪ My auntie told her ♪

♪ I kissed a soldier ♪

♪ Now she won't buy me a rubber dolly ♪

Ooh, bad luck.
Sea view's this side.

["The Clapping Song" continues]

Excuse me.
I'm looking for a Mr. Setra.

Yeah, right there.

- Thanks.
- ♪ The monkey got choked ♪

♪ And they all went to heaven
In a little rowboat... ♪

Ronnie's dirty laundry, I believe.

I'm enjoying the symbolism, Mr. Swan.

Please, call me Vincent.

Do I, uh, need a receipt?

I'm afraid we operate

a strictly sans-paperwork facility, Vincent.

Tell Ronnie we'll scrub this
until it's unrecognizable.

Now, there was one other matter
I was hoping to discuss with you.

When do you leave?

- In a few days.
- Perfect.

That's just enough time to discover

what this intriguing
little island has to offer

and to join me for a spot
of lunch on my yacht tomorrow.

I have to tell you.
I'm here with my wife.

I'm not trying to seduce you,
if you're worried.

[chuckles] Not really.
I get more offended

when people don't want
to sleep with me, Mr. Setra.

It's just she might finally divorce me
if I disappear for an afternoon.

She's more than welcome.

Do you know where the marina is?

I'm gonna guess.
Is it on the edge of the sea?

Pier Seven.
You can't miss us.

I'll see you tomorrow at 1:00.

♪ Missing you... ♪

[Vincent] Now that Ronnie's contraband
was safely delivered,

the only bulge in my underpants was the
one reserved for the woman of my dreams.

["Missing You" continues]

I must admit this was one of
your better ideas, Vincent Swan.

I do have them sometimes.

Thank you.

[Vincent] And Nat was embracing

every teenage girl's rite of passage

by flirting with a greasy Maltese waiter.

I needed this.

So is now a good time to repitch
my sex on the beach idea?

The cocktail or the agonizing

sand-in-the-fanny sexual experience?

One of each?

How 'bout neither?

Fair enough.

How about I offer you
lunch on a yacht instead?

Oh, much better.
Now, if only you had a yacht.

Or knew a man who does.

Serious.
A friend of Ronnie's

has invited us out to lunch
on a yacht tomorrow.

Really?

Wow, I've never been on a yacht before.

- What about the kids?
- Yeah.

Hotel's got a kids club.

They're capable of looking after
themselves for a few hours.

Yeah, why not?

- What is it, Rob?
- Nat's been getting the waiter

to sneak Vodka in her orange all night.

Stop telling tales.

She threw up on her shoes.

[retches]

Oh, sweetheart.

[retches]

[Sam] Don't move.

[Vincent] I'll kill that fucking waiter.

[Nat] It's not his fault, Dad.
I told him I was 18.

Well, he'll be in for
a nice shock when he sees you

at the Teenie Boppers
Kids Club tomorrow.

What? I ain't going to a kid's club.

Yes, you are.

Why do you have to be
so embarrassing all the time?

Says the girl who pebble dashed
the hotel bar floor.

Mum, tell him--

Oh, God.

- [retches]
- Oh.

That's it, baby. There you go.
Get it all out.

At least you'll be the first
kid at Teenie Boppers

- to turn up with a hangover.
- Shut up! [coughs]

[retches]

[Lavender] Look,
I'm taking a few days off.

Yeah, sure.
When were you thinking?

- Well, from now.
- Oh, no, sorry.

I've got Vincent swanning off
on some Ronnie-inspired errand.

I can't lose me only other salesman.

I wasn't calling for permission,
I'm just letting you know.

Thank you.

What a thoroughly decent
arsehole you are.

You've betrayed my trust,
fucked up my career

and potentially a marriage

just to score
some cheap point over Vincent,

and I'm the arsehole?

Christ, you're such a drama queen.

Are you even gonna
tell me what you're doing?

I'm capturing the flag.

[jet engines roaring]

Right, Carol.
You've been promoted to field sales.

Show me you can outperform Lavender
in the next two days,

and you can have his job.
Any questions?

You're not in Kansas anymore.

What you doing?

- It's not a dream, is it?
- No.

Please don't make me reconsider.

And before you hang up
your receptionist boots,

find me the number to wherever
that fucker Vincent's staying.

[pop music playing]

Oh, God,
I think I'm gonna puke.

I get nerves.

Breathe, Carol.
Nerves are perfectly natural.

You'll not tell another soul this,

but I wet meself
when I closed me first deal.

Did you, though, or are you just
trying to make me feel better?

Both.
Still carry spare knickers in the car.

- [laughs]
- Just remember,

they requested more information.

You're here to gently nudge that interest

towards a purchase,
so make it memorable for 'em.

Be engaged. Flatter 'em.
Make 'em laugh.

Sounds more like a blind date.

Actually, it's a lot like that.

How do you manage
your nerves on a date?

I just try and pretend
to be someone else.

Good. That's just what selling is.

You're presenting a heightened
version of yourself.

Okay. I can do that.

Good.

[pop music playing]

Right?

[doorbell rings]

I think I'm gonna need to borrow
those spare knickers later.

Are you sure you don't want a tea?

No. Water's fine.

[glugging]

[sighs]

Carol, do you want to tell Dave and Annie

a little bit more about who we are?

[posh accent] My name's Caroline Ewing...
the III.

I know what you're thinking.

Why is someone like me sitting
in your beautiful front room

attempting to extol the virtues
of replacement windows?

I weren't expecting that.

Neither was I, Annie.

But at 18, I decided to turn my back

on a life of luxury and comfort

and go out into the big, wide world

to make something of myself on my terms.

- Good for you, love.
- Yeah.

["Back on the Chain Gang" playing]

[seabirds calling]

[Vincent] Meanwhile,
Lavender's mission to capture the flag

had entered a critical phase.

It was time to go over the top.

[Sam] You've only got to be
a Teenie Bopper

- for one afternoon, Nat.
- But what if Christo sees me?

Well, he'll just think
you're looking after

your little brother
while your wonderful mother

swans off for a swanky meal
on a luxury yacht.

- Don't take the piss.
- I'm not. I appreciate it.

Cool. We're going hunting.

Can we really be
from the same gene pool?

We'll be taking photos, you dim.

Right, here's some money.

Don't let Robbie blow it all
on the arcade machines, okay?

Be back in a few hours.
Come here.

Oof, did you wash your hair?

I just got a whiff of vodka orange puke.

You didn't, did you?

Go on. Gotta go. Bye.

Sam. I need to talk to you.

Jesus Christ, Martin.

What are you doing here?

I needed to see you.

Shit. Vincent will be down any minute.

It's okay, I can say
whatever I've got to say

- in front of Vincent.
- No! No!

Wha-- Just calm down.
What are you talking about?

- Why are you even here?
- This can't wait,

Sam, I've wasted so much time already.

You asked me once
if I was ready to commit.

What?

Of course this can fucking wait.

You have flown halfway across Europe

and ambushed me on my family holiday.

I'm assuming you haven't got
any other pressing engagements

- in Malta later today?
- No.

No. Good. [sighs]

Okay. I'll be back in a few hours.

Just keep a low profile,
don't let the kids see you,

and when I get back,
we can talk, just you and me.

But I've got to go, Martin, please.

Okay.

["Brother Louie" playing]

Mr. Swan, sorry to bother you,

but I have a message for you
from your employer.

Oh. Well, that's funny.
She's here with me now.

- What did you want, my darling?
- This is joke, yes?

Barely, but, yes, he's joking.

I think she means Ronnie, darling.

No, telephone call was from Ms. Jo Scott.

She asked you to call
the showroom urgently.

Well, that's a bit fucking weird, innit,

Jo tracking you down on holiday?

Not really.
She's off her trolley.

Probably looking
for where we keep the teabags.

Well, then you better call her back then.

No, fuck her. She can wait.
We're on holiday.

If I need someone to remind me
what an asshole I am,

we could bring Nat to lunch.
If she calls back,

tell her I said she's not my fucking boss.
Got that?

An absolute pleasure meeting you both.

Oh, good luck with the new windows.

You'll be the envy
of all the neighbours.

- Thank you.
- And don't brag too loudly

about my godfather Philip
using the same style windows

in the Balmoral refurbishment.

Okay.
Well, thanks very much. Bye.

["In Between Days" playing]

Fuck me.

Too much?

Research is the key to great
character writing for me.

My next novel's

about a double-glazing
salesmen serial killer,

hence being here.
Don't worry,

I'm not gonna kill you
and wear your skin as a dress.

[laughter]

Probably my biggest part
was playing Violet Beauregarde

in Willy Wonka
and the Chocolate Factory.

Wow. A bona fide child star
in our front room, Trevor.

Wasn't Violet Beauregarde American?

[Texan accent] She sure was, buddy.

[woman laughs]

Why did you quit?

Let's just say the Everlasting Gobstopper

wasn't the only thing
the producer asked me to suck on.

[woman] Oh. [chuckles]

Bloody hell, that is a yacht.

Why, what'd you think I meant
when I said, "Lunch on a yacht"?

Well, I guess I was half expecting
a bag of chips on a pedalo.

- How do you know these people?
- Friends of Ronnie's.

Permission to walk your plank, Mr. Setra?

You know you always have my permission, Vincent.

And who's this delightful creature?

- Hello. I'm Sam.
- Hi, Sam.

Pleasure to meet you.
My name is Roland,

although most people seem
to prefer calling me Mr. Setra.

Must be my schoolmasterly manner.

No, surely it's because
you're a man of distinction, Mr. Setra.

Oh. I can see how this one

keeps you on the straight and narrow, Vincent.

Vincent, Sam, this is
my business partner, Alan Rudd,

and his wife, Maggie.

Pleased to meet you, Vincent.

I've heard nothing but good things.

[Vincent] Now, this man might look
like a Les Dawson impersonator

who's had an accident
with a tin of creosote,

but in reality, he's one of Europe's
wealthiest time share property developers.

For the uninitiated,
time share worked like this.

For an affordable upfront fee,

any schmuck could now part-own
a luxury property on a resort,

the trade-off being
that they could only use it

for a few weeks a year.

More importantly, time share was like
the fucking Wild West for selling,

unethical practices, zero regulations,

and the opportunity to make
life-changing amounts of money.

The hedonistic distractions

were also
"fall of the Roman Empire" level.

But we'll come back to that later.

♪ Let's go all the way... ♪

As I'm sure you gathered,
we're looking for someone

to run a line of closers
at the new Marbella resort.

No such thing as a free lunch, eh?

Vincent, are you interested?

I'm fairly sure the package
will fare comfortably

into what you're earning with Ronnie.

Boys, the double-glazing
business has been good to me,

but it's not the game it once was.

Trading standards, cooling-off periods,

a relentless tide of charmless fuckers

who've wasted their life savings
on courses on how to sell.

Being a closer isn't something
you learn or even aspire to do.

It's in your fucking blood.
Am I right, Alan?

I'll take that as you,
uh, registering an interest.

Absolutely.

There is, of course,

a large and dangerously
psychotic elephant in the room,

my current employer.

He might not be too keen
about me walking away from Cachet.

[sighs] I've known Ronnie
for a very long time, Vincent.

He might not be
as intractable as you think.

With your permission, may I deal
with the Ronnie issue directly?

Be my guest.

What about Sam?
You think she could be persuaded

to up sticks, take the kids out of school?

Sweetheart, how do you feel

about leaving Essex behind
and going to live

by the Mediterranean for a few years?

Oh, sunshine and yachts
over rain and the oil refinery.

Might need a few seconds
to think about that, babe.

[laughter]

Well, allow me to make a toast

to making obscene amounts of money
in the Spanish sunshine.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

[Vincent] Back at the hotel,
amazingly the Teenie Boppers

were being 100% literal
about their wildlife shoot.

It turns out that the Maltese
have a very liberal attitude to hunting.

The national motto of Malta
might as well be,

- "If it flies, it dies."
- [bird squeals]

While Lavender, having sunk
a few pints of Dutch courage,

was now sleeping like a mad dog
in the midday sun.

[sighs]

["Outstanding" playing]

[Vincent] Walkies.

Just stop it.

Right, you go and get changed,
I am gonna go and rescue Nat

from the slow social death
of Teenie Boppers, okay?

Good plan.

Quick question. What's the rate for
international calls from the hotel?

- There you are.
- Jesus.

It's cheaper to rent a suite here
than it is to phone England?

Hmph.

["Outstanding" continues]

- Scusi?
- Yes, sir?

I just, uh,
dropped my key into the box,

but I need to get it back.
Do you mind?

- It's 212.
- Okay.

- Grazie.
- [speaking Italian]

♪ Excited ♪

♪ It makes me want to shout ♪

♪ Outstanding ♪

That's £14,000 worth of business

in a single day,
plus three Oscar nominations.

Sorry. Was I too mental?

Who cares, baby?
You were sensational.

[telephone rings]

Eh! No more answering
the phone for you, my dear.

[ring]

Hello. Cachet Windows and Doors.

What the fuck are you
playing at calling me out here?

One minute.

Carol, do you mind nipping downstairs
and keeping an eye on the showroom for me?

Thanks.

Clock's ticking, Vincent,
and I haven't had me answer.

Are you coming back to work for me,
or do I have to confess all to Sam?

'Cause we both know
who she'll believe.

This isn't a game, Jo.

We're talking about my marriage,
about my family.

Oh, it's all a game, Vincent,

only some of us are better
at playing it than others.

Is winning that important to you?

Oh, winning isn't the important thing.

It's the only thing.

This is getting complicated.

I can't stop thinking about you, about us.

Really?
So what's it gonna be, Vincent?

What's your next move?

I want you to take your hand and slide it

over that perfect belly,
between your legs.

Oh, I like this move.

What's next?

[unzips zipper]

["Self Control" playing]

What the hell, Martin?

You call this fucking incognito?

Sam. Um, I must have dozed off.

- Did my kids see you?
- No.

No. I've been--
Oh, fuck me.

My feet are on fire. Ohh!

Oh, my God. Ohh.

Are you all right?

Nothing a bit of after-sun won't cure.

Look, we can't do this here.

Vincent's gonna see us.
Let's go inside.

I don't care. I'm here to say what
I should have said that day in the car.

No. You can't do this.

I came for your flag, Sam.

RJ was right.
I've been in the trenches all my life.

Oh, Christ, I'm thirsty.

["Self Control" playing]

- ♪ Oh oh oh ♪
- [zipper zips]

♪ Oh oh oh, oh oh oh ♪

- ♪ Oh oh oh ♪
- ♪ You take myself... ♪

Robbie, what the fuck are they?

Seagulls and a woodpecker.

Jesus, mate.
Where's your sister?

Last time I saw her, she was getting
a massage from the creepy barman.

All right, get rid of those,
and get up to the room.

[pop music playing]

Motherfucker.

Wasn't enough to screw my wife
behind my back, was it?

Vincent, I'm here for Sam.

[gags]

- [onlookers groaning]
- [child] Mommy!

You must have lost your fucking mind
if you think Sam's gonna leave me

for a pathetic wanker like you.

[Sam] Leave him alone.

I think he's got sunstroke.

- I'm so sorry.
- [girl yells]

I'm so sorry, everyone.

Hang on a second.

- You knew about me and him?
- No.

Well, yes, but I only
found out a few days ago.

Right, and you were gonna
mention that to me when, eh?

On the plane home?
Christmas fucking Day? Or never?

Sam, I-I need to say
what I came here to say.

No, you need to get the fuck out of here.

Shut up, Vincent.
I can speak for myself.

Look, if you don't love me, then tell me,
and I will walk away forever.

But if there's even the tiniest bit of you

that still imagines what
our life together could be like,

then we can build on that, Sam.

In what world did you think
this would be okay, Martin, hey?

Flying out here,

embarrassing me in public,

in front of strangers, my family,

and giving me 2 1/2 minutes

to make a decision
about the rest of my life?

Why do men think everything
is that fucking simple?

You need to go, Martin.

You heard her.

I'm fucking warning you, Vincent!

Okay, I'm going.

Goodbye, Sam.

[Sam] Martin?

[Vincent] Oh, my God,
look at the state of him.

[onlookers murmuring, laughing]

Get off me.

How is this my fucking fault?

Why didn't you mention
that you knew about Martin and me?

And how the fuck did Jo find out?

Just calm down, babe.
You all right?

- I can explain.
- Of course you can, Vincent,

'cause you've always got
a fucking answer for everything.

- [yells]
- Oh, Christ.

They're trophies from Robbie's
Teenie Bopper bird hunt.

Look, I need you to know this.
I am not cheating on you.

The only reason I didn't say anything

is because I have no fucking right
to be angry about it.

We were separated,
I'd been a terrible prick,

and, while I hate the idea of anyone else

being with you, touching you,

dickheads in glass houses
shouldn't throw stones.

I'd taken you for granted, baby.

So while it killed me hearing it,

how could I blame you?

Jo is trying to destroy me, baby.

Do not let that bitch come between us.

I want that to be true, Vince.

It is, baby. I promise.

On Robbie's pet seagull's life.

[laughs]

[pop music playing]

Oh, I like it.

Superstar shades
for me superstar saleswomen.

- Look, can I have a word?
- Yeah.

Jesus, what's happened to your eyes?

Oh, I couldn't sleep.

Tried to drink myself out,

but a-all I had in the flat was
a bottle of old cooking sherry.

I think I've had a reaction.
I've been puking all night.

Well, do you want to go home,
sleep it off?

No. Jo, how do you sleep at night?

I've always been a good sleeper.

Here. Take a Valium.

It'll take the edge off.

No, I mean how do you live with it,
lying to all those people?

Honey, there's nothing wrong
with selling people things they need

and making a profit from it.

I mean, you don't object
to being sold things you need,

like food, clothes, ciggies.

Yeah, but Co-op
don't come round my house,

tell me to go smoke,
feed the world for Bob Geldof,

then make me massively
overpay for my groceries.

I never asked you to lie.

Oh, please, can I just
have my old job back?

It's not too late, is it?

I mean, I-I'll take a pay cut, anything.

Oh, come here.

'Course you can.

As long as I can use that Geldof line.

Oh, thank God.

[Vincent] The next day,
Lavender left Malta a broken man.

On top of sunstroke, he'd gotten
second-degree sunburn on his feet.

But nothing ached more
than the poor sap's heart.

At least he'd learnt one important lesson.

Never take life advice
from a Stratego-obsessed freak

with a borderline personality disorder.

And after a few extra Maltese nights,

it was time for the Swans to fly home.

Ah, the wanderer returns.

Miss me?

Strangely, I have.

Must be true what they say.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

[knocking]

[coughs]
Uh, s-sorry to interrupt.

Ronnie's son's downstairs.

He seems really upset about something.

Look, just calm down, all right?

When did you and your mum
last see your dad?

- Friday morning.
- And everything was normal?

He called me a huge disappointment

and left for work,
so, yeah, business as usual.

Maybe he had to go away
on a business trip.

Well, he always checks in
with Mum when he's away,

wherever the antiques business
may take him.

Antiques business?

Hang on. I saw this episode once
of Antiques Roadshow.

The museum owner was killed by
a 300-year-old Japanese sword.

Now, the killer hid in a suit of armour.

Actually, that could have been an episode
of Columbo or Scooby-Doo.

Look, just go home,
and be with your mum, all right?

I'm sure he'll show up with a funny
or terrifying story to tell.

I'll call you as soon as I hear from him.

Okay.

Thanks, Vincent.

Eh! Yeah.

[telephone rings]

Cachet Windows and Doors.

Vincent, Roland Setra calling.
How the devil are you?

Mr. Setra.
To what do I owe the pleasure?

I just wanted to let you know
that I've managed

to take care of your employment issues

and that the path for you
to take up our job offer

is, shall we say, unhindered.

Sorry. Employment issues?

Your Ronnie problem is taken care of.

Look forward to seeing you soon
in Marbella, Vincent.

Okay, Mr. Setra.
That sounds lovely.

See you soon, sir.

Bye.

Fuck.

["Two Tribes" playing]

♪ Ow ow ow ♪

♪ Ow ow ♪

♪ Let's go ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ When two tribes go to war ♪

♪ One is all that you can score ♪

♪ Score no more
Score no more ♪

♪ When two tribes go to war ♪

♪ One is all that you can score ♪

♪ Working for the black mask ♪