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Hey, hey, buddy.

Heard your message. I knew,

you would get in touch with your old buddy Silas at some point.

It's been quite a long time.

Yes. How can I help you?

When you are here you should go to the sights.

For example, you could paddle to the North Gare offshore wind farm,

to enjoy the view.

Relax and swim a little lap to the Jolly Roger.

You could get my darling when you get there.

A piece of cake.

As a thank you, a gift is waiting for you and your little brother

an der Third Bridge.

I'll get in touch when it starts.

And Jack, let's forget the old stories.

No drama.

...later from the southeast, up to force six. Occasional rain, moderate at times.

Forties, Cromarty, Dogger: Changeable...

Simon, what I have to do is today.

I have to go away for a few hours.

Fischer, German Bight: Northwest, five to seven.

What if something happens to you, hmm? Then I'm alone again.

No, it's not anything like that. I'll be back for dinner.

We'll leave right after that. Pack only the bare essentials,

-There isn't much space on the bike. -The bike is junk,

I hear that from here.

-Do you really have to go, Jack? -We already had that, Si.

It's not safe here.

Are you ready, Jackie?

You must take me to shore immediately.

Come on, they'll kill us otherwise!

Jump on, just get out of here.

Come on.

Please speak after the beep.

There's no fucking money here, Silas, you rotten snake.

I'm keeping this stuff until I get my money.

Fuck...

Shit, come on.

Spring an!

Come on, come on now.

Portland, Plymouth: Northwesterly winds around four or five,

Chance of showers: high.

Biskey, Southeast Fitzbury...

Hello.

I stayed lying down. I pay when I fill up.

Hey!

-This is car 23, please come. -Shots reported on Factory Road.

Suspicious person flees on motorcycle. All available units report.

To all units, to all units. Reinforcements are on the way. I repeat:

Reinforcements are on the way.

You have to pay for this!

Hey!

Stand still!

Stop it!

Fuck, stop! I do not want to hurt you.

Okay?

I need help, I was attacked. Farmer's Field,

behind the diner, on Gare Road.

Male person in custody. Drives a white and blue scrambler.

Come on.

Fuck. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up, wake up!

Simon?

Hi, this is Simon. I'm not there right now.

Please leave a message after the beep. Bye.

Fuck!

Really, I can't believe it. Will you stop flexing your muscles?

when I talk to you!?

Did you lose your wits while training, you synapse graveyard?

If you pull that stunt again, I'll cut your damn...

-Who's there? -Jack.

-Which Jack? -Dawson.

Are you here to draw me like the girls in France? Open up.

How the hell are you supposed to be recognized when you arrive like Batman?

And you two fuck off!

No longer in the military?

Yes, nobody knows that.

And what brings you to me?

New clunkers?

Sit down, I'm getting nervous.

Eddy, I need your help.

Simon was kidnapped.

-"Kidnapped"? -Von Silas.

I have something he wants. I trusted him like an idiot.

Why don't you just give Silas back what you got from him?

No, it's not that simple. I get the feeling

-that it doesn't belong to him at all. -Who then?

I don't know it.

And where did you get this something from?

From the North Sea.

-Better bring it back. -No. Not until Simon gets back.

Does your dad know you're back? No.

And so it should stay.

Where is Silas?

I was hoping you'd help me figure this out.

Try the farm.

You might need that.

-These are tough times for the boys here. -Oh shit...

A lot has changed here. England is no longer the same.

Can you please help me with this?

The men here are suffering from an illness, Jack.

But instead of facing their inevitable demise,

they take refuge in meaningless hedonism,

Self-optimization and blingbling.

-Be careful not to end up like her. -How do they end?

Until.

My condolences about your mom.

We miss her.

Thanks.

Be careful, Jack. The way to the hell is paved with good intentions.

Ow, my finger!

You broke him!

What...what's this shit?

-Where is Silas? -I'm telling you shit.

-I have no idea, man! -Do not lie to me.

-Shit, I'm not lying to you, man! -The gun, the horse below

-you chased me. -What? Do I look like I can ride?

-But the shotgun works, huh? -Yes, if you broke in here

-and want to part my head. -Silas!

Dude, really, he doesn't say anything like that to me! I just watch his shit

and I'm freezing my balls off here.

Okay, okay! Over there,

at the refrigerator, there is a flyer there. Please!

By the refrigerator, there!

What's wrong with you?

Shit, my neck...

-"Nocturnal"? -Ja, Nocturnal.

It's a rave going on tonight. He wants to sell his stuff there.

Really, man... You come here, break my finger and choke me half to death.

I just want to get by. Three hungry kids are waiting at home.

-What is this? -'A crypto farm, whatever that is.

-Generates money out of thin air, supposedly. -Silas built that?

Yes... He believes

that cryptocurrency will eventually become the main means of payment for banks.

That it will become what gold was in the early days of banking.

-That's what Silas said? -Yes, something like that...

My finger...

-What are you looking at? -"Ultimate Motocrosser".

This...this relaxes me and...

Gut...

You're a violent bum, you know that?

Understood? Are you lost? Fancy sniffing something?

-No thanks. -Come on, this stuff is awesome, Digga.

-I only buy from Silas. -Silas? You're buying from that motherfucker?

-You know him? Is he here? -For 50 I'll kill him for you.

The fabric is Armstrong brand. Yes... That will shoot you to the moon.

Not like Silas mangy washing powder.

Do you work for Armstrong?

-No. I am self-employed. -How old are you?

Old enough to flex your mom.

Just stay away from Armstrong.

Do you want to tighten my rear wheel?

-How long has it been? -Five years.

-How is the flock? -There aren't many of us left.

Subculture is dead, man.

Show yourself.

You look worn out, Jack.

New and old scars.

Heard it with your mom.

My condolences.

Why did you bring me here?

What are you looking for here, Jack?

An old spirit.

Buh.

Aren't we all ghosts to you?

Silas.

You left us because of him.

Funny you're coming back for him. What have you done?

-Nothing. -Yes, I've heard that before.

It was so long ago.

Come Dance With Me.

Jack!

This is an illegal rave. Stay where you are!

They're all under arrest!

Jack. Get your shit and come to us. We are at Old Crow's Nest Farm.

Hey! Come here!

Let me go, you bastard! Get off me, now!

Hey!

Get lost, I'm already here!

No, fuck you, man! I discovered it first.

-Please, shut up. -If you don't piss off

and if you're looking for something of your own, I scream so loud that the cops...

What the hell is your problem?

You keep your mouth shut now, otherwise we're both screwed, okay?

Okay?

Was?

You, you look so tough on air, you victim.

Are you the guy Silas was looking for?

What, how do you know Silas?

Where did he go?

Tell me where he's gone! -Fuck you, man!

I'm not your bitch.

-Fuck... -There's nothing here.

-Keep looking, there are some more here! -My bike is right there in front.

-You'll take me to him, okay? -What now, you're kidnapping me?

-No, this is not kidnapping. -And if I just jump down?

-Why would you do that? -Well, because you want to kidnap me.

And you walk around with a crowbar and act like a...

Power Ranger wannabes perform.

So you'd rather trust the cops?

-Fuck! -Los.

Come on, I have my pockets full of parts!

Come on, this is supposed to be a kidnapping!

You fuckers, fuck yourselves!

What now?

How do you know Silas?

I don't know, I just...do it.

I just help him with stuff sometimes.

Actually the fucker let me down,

when the cops broke up the rave.

Listen, I need your help.

You have to go in there and find my brother.

-Your brother? -He was kidnapped.

"Kidnapped"!?

Fuck...

Then you're the guy who was sent to the North Sea.

Silas is pissed because you didn't deliver his stuff, right? Show me.

-Why should I help you? -They would have holed you up

if it wasn't for me.

-Give me your mobile. -Why should I give this to you?

You need my number.

What should I say to him?

It's strange to show up here at the bottom of the world.

Just tell him that Jackdaw is looking for him.

-Really now, "Jackdaw"? -I'll wait for him under the Third Bridge.

His stuff against my brother.

-What does he even look like? -His name is Simon.

When you have it, you call me.

I can not believe it...

-Yo, open up! Here are the police! -Shit, man! The cops!

Fooled! It's just me, Craig. Open the door, I have something to tell Silas.

-Really no cops? -Of course not, man.

I was invisible and crawled across the fields like Delta Force to get here.

Look at it, completely soaked.

Okay, in now.

Leg los, Graggy.

Uh, yeah, so there was this guy, on his motorcycle.

-What did he look like? -How the hell should I know?

He had a helmet on. But he said his name was Jackdaw.

-Yes, and I should tell you something. -Namely?

You should come to the Third Bridge. He trades the stuff for his brother.

-His brother, yes? -Yeah, he said you kidnapped him.

Maybe I have. Maybe, maybe, craggy boy.

Maybe he should have just followed suit and left my property where it belonged.

Why didn't you leave the money for him?

What do you have to do with that?

-Did he tell you that? -No.

No, he just said you owed him money.

-I figured out the rest. -Maybe he wasn't looking carefully.

Am I a liar?

Have you told him anything about me?

No of course not.

And you're not lying to me?

Oder, craggy Boy?

No, man, I'm not lying. I swear.

Gut.

Then a nose, go.

And...

Drive to Third Bridge and get my stuff from the bum.

Come on, you fuckers! Now there's a big party!

Silas. Silas, can I use the toilet here? This stuff gives me a hard time.

Before things go wrong.

Very good.

Hey! Fuck off, you perverted pig!

Shit. Sorry guys, carry on!

Simon?

Crap...

-Why are you calling? -Is my brother in there?

-I think I have it. -Secure?

A white guy with brown hair, what else do you want?

-What does he wear? -It's him, he looks like him.

He's wearing some shitty brown lame march clothes.

The other monkeys here all wear tuttifrutti-colored tracksuits.

Okay.

-Find how I can get in there. -No, I've already helped enough.

These guys will kill me if I keep snooping around.

I found the emergency exit.

It's out the back. I'll leave the door open for you.

Silas... You don't mind if I take another pinch, do you?

Cool.

Hey, Silas!

This fat little pervert just walked in on me

and calmly worked on my bare ass.

It's hard to look away, man.

Oh what!? What are you talking about? I was looking for the toilet, man.

Oh yes?

And who did you talk to on the phone?

Simon?

Simon?

Shit, who are you?

What was that?

Darren, Marzy, check the situation.

Who was on the line, craggy boy?

That was just my old mother.

A bit late for that.

-What time is it, guys? -No idea.

Fuck!

Bingo, Motherfucker!

Those fucking junkies.

Fuck, yes! Get it, man!

Get lost! Fuck off! Fuck!

Hey, fuck off! Fuck, stop!

Look what the cat serves us here: a little bird.

Where is Simon?

Do you have my package with you?

It's not yours, Silas.

God, Jack. Do you want to give me a moral lecture?

How about we play a little game? You give me the package

and I'll tell you, if you're lucky, where your brother is.

By fate.

The.

Tell me.

-Throw it over. -Tell me!

Tell me where the hell he is!

-I don't have your brother! -You broke into my house.

I was looking for you.

-Who owns this stuff? -Well guess what.

-Whose is this? -Armstrong!

Big, bad Armstrong! You really screwed up, Jackdaw!

-You wanted to get rid of me. -Daddy's home, Jackie boy!

-Yo, Silas. He wasn't at the bridge. -He is here! He's on top of me, man!

Fuck! Run!

Shit, get the fucker!

"Hier ist Daddy!"

Hey! Do you perhaps still have a spot available for me?

Where is your brother?

Come on, man, get going!

Dude, you have to drive faster!

Hey, hey!

Jackie-Boy!

Quick, they'll catch up with us!

Let's have some fun with the wankers!

Just give me my little package!

My God, you really have a screw loose! Fuck you!

Come on, turn around, turn around!

No more funny.

He's got a gun!

-What's this, man!? -Out of gas.

-Really, I filled up! -Fuck. Disgusting...

So what's going on? Why are you stopping?

The carburetor. The thing is through.

What a surprise.

I know a workshop for it.

Do you want to walk?

Are you coming or not?

What do you want, birdie?

My bike needs to be repaired.

Who is your friend?

Craig.

Are you making some tea? It's cold as shit.

-What's wrong with your arm? -Some knife-wielding lunatic

I wanted to shorten my head a bit.

Sit down, I'll take a look.

-Take off the jacket. -No, I'll never take them off.

I'm already mad that it's broken.

As you wish.

Oh, fuck!

Where do you want to go?

-Who is screaming like that here? -Do you remember Jack, Mia?

The last time you were a child.

Yes, I know exactly who he is.

Hallo, Jack Dawson.

Three-time FIM 500cc champion.

Also called Jackie Boy, Birdie

or just Jackdaw.

Have you heard, Jack? Bo beat your best time at Barleigh Castle: 1:57:415.

What is in the bag?

Yes, what's in there?

Nothing.

-Doesn't look like nothing. -It's something that belongs to Armstrong.

Armstrong?

Oh shit, show me.

Yo, that looks really wild.

Open it already.

No. No, not more trouble. I have to give it back.

He has my brother.

You stole that from him?

You think Armstrong's just going to let you get away with it?

Like you didn't steal anything from him?

He's going to fuck you so hard. And your brother too.

No shit, your brother is probably dead already.

If I were you, I'd leave it alone. And run away with the material.

Mia? Jack's carburetor is probably broken. Can you take a look at him?

-Are you coming with me? -Yes.

Hey, listen.

I don't want Armstrong's gorillas getting here.

So grab your shit and get out.

Do you see? Very easy.

You...just unscrew the lid.

He's just sooty.

Mia, how do Bo and Jack actually know each other?

The two have been fooling around since they were little, until Jack just...

went to the army.

And who is this...Armstrong asshole?

Jacks Dad.

And what bad thing did he do?

He did something terrible.

What?

Do you know that about his mom?

He strangled her. In front of Jack's little brother.

But it's just a rumor.

Is Simon okay?

I don't know.

What have you gotten yourself into, Jack?

Silas offered me money for a simple pickup job.

It didn't occur to me that this couldn't be his stuff.

Do you want to convince me or yourself?

Why have you been avoiding me since you came back?

I would have been a good friend to you, Jack.

This is nothing personal, Bo, I...

You didn't say you were joining the army.

Nobody you were close to had any contact with you.

If you've worked on yourself,

Then why did you get involved with Silas again?

It was clear that he was leading us into a nightmare.

No, Jack.

You alone are responsible for this nightmare.

Where do you want to escape to this time?

Simon can't stay in the house after what happened to our mom.

You couldn't have prevented it, Birdie.

I imagined everything would be simpler.

If you just run away again now,

you will start all over again and nothing has changed.

The one you're running from

you have to get that under control. Here and now.

Bo. Bo, are they here because of him?

Jack!

How...how long was I...?

Don't worry, it was only a few minutes.

Bo, are you coming now?

There's a car parked near the paddock that looks suspicious.

Here.

You led Armstrong's thugs straight to us.

Shit, man! Check it out.

These aren't Armstrong's people. These are from Silas.

Bo, lock the windows.

Dani.

What is the? No shooting here, okay?

-Where is Mia? -She's in the workshop.

We have to get her. And the bikes too.

Hello?

I'm getting out of here. I'm not in the mood for that kind of fucked up shit.

Dani! Jack! Get something for her neck, quick!

Dani, you can do it, sweetie.

Come on, Dani, you're not dying now.

Hey. Hey. Dani...

You...you fucking cunt!

Oh fuck...

Fuck. Crap.

Bo? Bo? Are you doing well? Is everything okay?

Okay.

Let me in. It's me.

-Where is Craig? -They shot him.

Where is Dani?

The.

Mia! Get the bikes ready!

-Where do you want to go? -No idea.

Wherever the wind blows us.

Okay, I'll find you.

You will not.

Oh, damn, Mia.

Ah, shit!

What's going on here, man?

NCA!

Are you a fucking cop?

Undercover-Cop, Mann.

And the Oscar goes to...

-Silas! Is that you? -Who else, you little fucker?

Shit, Craggy, you little bullshit.

And off!

Take me with you, Jack! I'll help you finish this.

But you can't run off with that stuff.

Crap!

Yes. Yes it's me. You have to pick me up.

And hurry up. I got shot and I'm coming off a bad trip.

-Dad... -I didn't cheat.

It's my turn. Give me the dice.

-Here you go, Simon. -Thank you very much.

It goes in a clockwise direction.

So.

There you are. And further.

Jack?

Simon,

come with me. I will take you home.

He is at home.

Come and have breakfast with us. Your sister wants to get to know you.

To you.

Come on, keep playing. Don't let me stop you.

-You owe me a lot of money, Dad. -Sweetheart, you almost gutted me.

It's your turn, Simon.

-Come on, my son. -He is not your son.

That's what you decided when you left him.

You still ride the bike I gave you.

-Come on now. -Sit down, my son!

Sit down and play with your family.

How did you know I had it?

-What? -The package. How did you know?

All roads lead to Rome, my son. And yours too.

So you kidnapped Simon to lure me here?

“Kidnapped”? My own child?

Do you think the bag bothers me?

One of many.

Simon, is what he says true?

-Did I kidnap you? -No, Dad.

Do you see? He's fine.

This is how it should always have been.

There are two nice rooms up there for you and your brother.

No, we don't want anything from you.

Jack, you're still stealing from Daddy to survive.

I would never touch your stuff.

We never took anything away from you.

You, on the other hand, took everything from us.

What was it?

What did she do that you just couldn't stand?

Dad, there's a horse in the garden.

Amy, go upstairs and play.

Nobody steals from me and gets away with it, Jack.

Your mother should have known that when she wanted to run away with your brother.

Then she would still be there to have breakfast with us.

Was that really it?

Or did she just make sure

that we will never be like you?

You have become just like me, my son.

Why does your sister see you with a gun?

Why are you whining about how well your bitch of a mother raised you?

You know what?

I'll give you a chance she didn't have.

You can take your daughter and get out of here.

Otherwise Amy will grow up without a father, like us.

Then do it if you're man enough.

You are.

Or did mommy raise you to be a softie?

Jack?

Let's go home. You're not like him, Jack.

Shut your mouth, boy! You're not going anywhere!

Simon, we're leaving.

You wouldn't have done anything back then either. You're too soft, Jack.

Your mother was right.

You are not like me.

Soft like rabbit fur.

That was for your mother.

It's mine.

Look at me, look at me. It's okay, it's okay. Is okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

-Police! Hands up! -Hands, go! Hands up!

-Jack! Jack, put your hands up! -Hands up!

-Jack, please put your hands up immediately! -Yes Yes Yes. OK.

Any idea where your package went?

Silas hat is.

Fuck.

The flock has left the nest.

-What? -Nothing.

This crazy night remains our secret, yes?

Hua!

Take care of your brother.

I told you it was junk.

I'll show you some junk right away.