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Are you gonna come in?

Or you gonna stand there and drool?

You've got a mouth on you.

'What else is it good for?'

Why don't you come in and you'll find out?

So what's your name, pretty?

Call me whatever you like.

I'm yours for tonight. Courtesy of Santiago.

Since you look good enough to eat,

I think I can call you...

...Candy.

What makes you think I'm sweet?

Now, why don't you show it to me.

Wow.

Whatever you say, beauty.

Like a baby's arm holding an apple, huh?

About big enough for the birds, I reckon.

What the...

Just like cocks, power comes in all different shapes and sizes.

You name it. Sex, money, class, politics.

Or just the sheer will to put the other man down

and leave 'em bleeding on the floor.

But power is nothing without respect.

If they don't respect you, sooner or later some cunt

is gonna come along and take that power away from you.

You!

Fucking kill him.

So this is me. Name's Scarlett.

London girl, through and through.

The big bastard is Nacho, but don't lose

any sleep over him, he totally has it coming.

You're not real.

This feel real enough?

Oh, you dirty fucker.

Oh, hello.

Oh, no.

As you can probably tell I've come

a long way from Peckham.

But I ain't done anything to be ashamed of.

Well...

Fuck sake!

Not much anyway.

Actually hang on a minute. I'm getting way ahead of myself.

To really understand where this all started

we have to go back a bit.

Back to when I met the man who changed everything.

No, not him. That's just a mark.

And not him either. That's Adam.

Think of him like Fagin to me Artful Dodger.

Wherever I could pinch, he took his cut and watched my back.

Now, that's my bestie, Michelle.

Alright, babe, let's go to work.

If we saw an opportunity we took it.

Back then I had fuck all to lose.

No, I'm talking about the other bloke in the background

who I didn't even see coming.

Yeah.

Okay.

Was that Victor?

We're all set. Charlie takes delivery on Friday.

Hey, whoa, whoa.

Let's not ruin the moment.

I've been watching you work. You got some nice moves.

- What is this, a bust? - No.

Cops don't cut the hands off the people

they catch stealing from them.

- I'm just kidding. - So how's about you let me go?

How's about I don't?

Listen, my boyfriend's over there

and you do not want to mess with him.

So do yourself a favor and piss off.

You do have a sting in your tail, don't you?

Yeah, that's right. So sling your hook.

- He's not your boyfriend - Oh, yeah?

He's beneath you. Anyone can see that.

You are all charm, ain't ya?

Now, how about you let me go?

I think you owe me a drink.

You really are a glutton for punishment.

Do I look like I give a shit?

Vodka, straight up.

Single malt scotch on the rocks.

Thank you.

You better drink that quick.

'Cause when he sees you over here, he'll be in your face

with a broken bottle, before you can blink.

So listen to my eyes and walk away.

Why don't you walk away, I'll take my chances.

You got some bollocks on you, I'll give you that.

When you're down there gettin your face

stitched back on, don't say I didn't warn you.

Look, we can dance around this all night, or we can just

cut to the chance. I like you.

Well, you can't have me.

So put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Get yourself a new watch while you're at it.

That one's fucked.

You're very observant.

Oh, I have to be, in my line, you know.

Fuck, here he comes.

What's going on here then?

Are you bothering my girl?

Here we go.

Never a dull fucking moment.

Will you excuse me, ladies?

He's nobody, he was just asking for time, alright?

You hear that? You're nobody.

You wanna know what time it is.

It's time to fuck off, mate. Go on.

There's a good boy.

Everything alright here, gents?

We're bailing. You've attracted enough attention for one night.

Take care of it, will you, Jimmy?

Oi, oi. Not so fast.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

That's Rob McNaughton. The future love of my life.

Ex-marine, ex-con, excellent in bed as it turned out.

And oh, yeah, extremely fucking dangerous.

Billy Baraka a mercenary from Angola.

Grew up fighting for freedom in the civil war

before fighting for cash in the Congo.

Teamed up with Rob 20 years ago.

And they've had each others backs every fucking since.

Danny Oswald, ex-SAS.

Served his time in the sandbox, before going into

the private sector and putting his skills to better use.

Namely, profit.

He met Rob in a South African jail.

Been thick as thieves for ten years now.

These were The Three Musketeers.

"All for one, one for all."

And anyone that fucked with them, came a cropper.

Think it over.

Danny, I want to know everything about her.

Certainly know how to choose 'em, mate.

Choice has nothing to do with it.

Hi, there.

Can I help you, darling?

I'm looking for someone.

Aren't we all?

Aunt Nellie, smartest woman I know.

Mid-twenties, blonde hair, blue eyes.

That'll be Scarlett.

She's over there in the ring, love.

And you must be Aunt Nellie, with the right hook?

Back in the day, love. Back in the day.

It's a nice place you got here.

Some women buy hair salons

I bought this place.

It's got character.

I've got character. This place has rats.

Scarlett, there's a young fellow over here looking for you.

Jesus, young one. How many times.

Keep your fucking guard up.

How the hell did you find me?

- I asked around. - That's a bit stalkery.

No, stalking would be unwanted attention.

Boyfriend, remember?

You're still flogging that shit?

We, uh, we haven't been properly introduced.

I'm Robert. Friends call me Rob.

Scarlett.

Like Scarlett O'Hara?

My mum said I was born stubborn.

When are you going to learn to stay down, girl?

Never.

- Where you from? - The US originally.

But, uh, work keeps me overseas.

Oh, yeah, what work is that then?

Supply and demand.

Based out of the Canaries, but, uh

most of our product comes from Africa.

- You've ever been there? - Never been anywhere.

Oh, Africa is beautiful.

But she'll challenge you every step of the way.

You like a challenge then?

If it ain't worth a fight

it ain't worth having.

You sound like gangster.

Do your worst.

I can go all day.

Keep 'em coming.

So what about you, what's your game?

Never let them see me coming.

Not bad for a skinny English girl.

So what about Friday night?

I told you, I can't.

What's the story with you two, anyway?

I was going through some shit and he helped me out.

- So you feel like you owe him. - Yeah, something like that.

He's holding you back.

Look, I appreciate the effort, mate.

But you're barking up the wrong tree.

Will I see you again?

What do my eyes tell you?

Don't get me wrong, I was fucking tempted.

But I ain't the kinda girl who drops her knickers

'cause some bloke gives her the time of day.

Time to pay a visit to the one man I could always rely on.

You alright, lil' bro?

Hey, Dave, have you got any crisps?

Uh, bottom cupboard.

And get me a beer, I'm dryer than a nun's chuff.

Dave, my brother from the same mother.

Loves a curry, cheats at cards.

Cheers.

I met a gangster today.

Oh, yeah. Al Capone was it?

I'm serious, you nob.

A proper fucking gangster.

He's desperate to get in my knickers.

Oh, too much information.

Do you fancy him?

- I don't know. - Of course you fucking do.

You want to be picking pockets for that prick all your life?

No fucking way.

Just ain't used to someone being, you know...nice

Makes me nervous.

You ain't afraid of nothing.

Just don't end up like mum is all I'm saying.

Well...I think I missed my chance now.

There's no point stressing about it.

Alright, then, giz a go.

Alright, keep going up there.

That's it.

Oh, yeah.

Nice one. That's gotta hurt.

Michelle, you ready?

- Babe, what's wrong? - I feel like shit.

I think I'm coming down with something.

Oh, fuck. You should take the night off.

You're in no state to go out.

I can't, he'll go mental.

- You know what he's like. - Well, fuck him.

You're his best earner, but you

ain't good to him like this.

Be an angel will you and bring some chicken soup.

Of course, babe. I'll see you later.

- Careful. - Always.

Alright, I'm off out.

Well, stay out of bother.

And bring me back something nice.

Yeah, whatever.

So there I was. Back to the same old routine.

But I couldn't get him out of my head.

Maybe if I hadn't been so stubborn, so messed up.

Or maybe I won't get a chance like that again.

It didn't matter.

If nothing else, it inspired me to make a change

and take back control of my life.

(Adam) 'What you think this is,'

'the fucking Ritz?'

'Get to fucking work, or get back on the streets'

'where I found you.'

You lazy bitch.

What the fuck.

Fuck! Adam, stop. Stop!

Fuck!

Adam, you're going to fucking kill her.

Adam! Argh!

Yeah.

Okay.

- Rob. - Huh?

I don't know if you give a shit, but...

But what?

You wanted to know everything about the girl, right?

Scarlett Monaghan.

- There. - Thank you.

Hey.

I didn't think I'd see you again.

I did.

Doc, how's she doing?

Two cracked ribs, multiple cuts and bruises

mainly to her own hands.

She put up a good fight.

But she won't say with who.

Maybe she'll tell you.

I already know.

Listen to me.

You're never going back there.

Where am I gonna go?

I can't go to Dave's, if he sees me like this

he'll break Adam's fucking neck.

You care about that piece of shit?

No, I don't want my brother to go to jail.

Nobody's going to jail.

Now, you gotta trust me.

All my stuff's there and--

Forget it. Forget about your stuff.

- We'll get you new stuff. - What about Michelle?

He'll never lay another finger on her or anyone else.

I guarantee it.

Yo, babe.

- Cooey. - Who the fuck are youse?

Now...

We just have to figure out what we're gonna do

about you, aren't we?

- Argh. Fuck. - Shit. You okay?

Yeah, don't stop.

Don't worry. I don't charge by the hour.

What? Oh, fuck, no.

My older brother Jack gave it to me for my 18th.

Two weeks later he was shot dead in the street.

I was standing next to him when it happened.

The only reason I'm alive is 'cause he pushed me clear.

That's how it got broken.

- You've worn it ever since? - Yeah.

Reminds me of Jack and what he did.

Old habits die hard.

We all have shit in our pasts.

Mum called it fertilizer.

Says it helps us grow.

Your mom sounds like a smart lady.

The best.

Except when it come to men.

Your old man?

He was a drunk.

Just angry all the time.

He would come home from the pub.

Face like a beetroot, stinking of beer and fags.

Then he'd beat the shit out of her.

Me and my brother Dave used to hide in my room.

We'd still hear the yelling and screaming from downstairs.

Sometimes when I go to sleep I can still hear it.

Piece of shit.

Where is he now?

He's rotting in jail where he belongs.

A few years back, he shot a security guard

on a botched robbery. Got 20 years for that.

What a fuck up.

You're the first person I've ever told that to.

I have to pee, then you can fuck me again.

Days came and went, bruises healed

and me and Rob got closer and closer.

Anyone who's ever been in love, will know exactly

what I'm talking about.

It's the best drug there is.

And I was high as a fucking kite.

You know what I mean?

I'm sorry, they're my best friends.

Move!

Robert.

Move back.

On me.

Move back.

Stay behind me. Stay behind me. Danny!

Move, mate. Move

Baraka!

Move, move. Shit!

Get in.

And that's when I saw him for the first time.

The real Rob.

The man who'd die for me,

the man who'd kill for me.

Not a word of a lie. It really turned me on.

- For fuck sake, Rob - You guys okay?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Danny, help me with this guy.

- We're gonna use their car. - Alright.

Baraka, you take Scarlett upstairs.

- Okay. - No. no. I don't want to go.

Hey, hey, look, you're gonna be fine

you go with Baraka while I clean up this mess okay?

Look, you take this.

Look at me.

Hey, hey. I'm sorry.

I never meant to put you in any danger.

If you're not here when I get back...

I'll guard her with my life.

- Okay. - Okay.

So do you reckon Charlie's boys?

No, this is too fucked up even for Charlie.

So what's the plan?

The plan is, we stick to the plan

and get the fuck out of town.

Baraka!

I sent him home.

You actually stayed.

You know I'm no shrinking violet.

Like I know you fly close to the wind.

That's part of the attraction though, right?

Yeah.

Here, I kept it safe for you.

- You hurt yourself. - It's alright.

No, let me take a look at that.

Deep breath.

Alright, hey, whoa, whoa.

Oh, my God.

You handled yourself well tonight.

But the real test comes when you run out of bullets.

I've been in a few fights.

No, I'm not talking about the boxing ring.

I'm talking about a fight till the death.

Where anything within reach is a weapon,

you'll do whatever it takes to stay alive.

That's when you find out who you really are.

Here you go.

So why don't you tell me who you really are.

Who those men were, who were trying to kill us tonight.

Oh, not us, just me.

For this.

Is that what I think it is?

168 carats of it.

And I thought you peddled dope.

Did once, stole a few cars.

Did a little gun running.

Now I deal in diamonds.

The most important thing to know about the diamond trade

is that it's dirty and corrupt.

Everybody's out to fuck you.

Now, all you can do is have a code.

Me, I won't knowingly deal in conflict diamonds.

But it's impossible to keep 'em out of the mix.

You think your jeweler on Bond Street or Fifth Avenue

really knows where their rocks come from?

No. Truth is they don't wanna know.

Now, 65% of the world's diamonds comes from Africa.

This one here...

...was probably dug up by some poor bastard

slogging his guts out in a ditch somewhere.

Now, he finds it and he knows it's worth a fortune.

What's he gonna do? Fly to Antwerp?

No. So he takes a big fucking risk

shoves it up his ass and he smuggles it out

past the guards with machetes.

Then he sells it on to someone local

for a few hundred bucks.

And then that guy marks it up and sells it on

and so on and so on, until it gets into the hands

of a local warlord, now that's where I come in.

I deal with the regional chiefs direct.

And they are very shrewd when it comes to business.

You fuck with these guys and they chop you into fish bait

and feed you to the crocodiles.

The rocks that I purchase then go to Mumbai

where they get cut and graded.

And from there I sell to my clients in the UK, China,

Russia and the biggest client of all...

good ol' US of A.

Where those rocks ends up adorning the fingers and necks

of movie stars, rap artists and even a few royals.

- That's pretty fucking cool. - Yeah.

It gets cooler.

I picked up this rock for 500,000.

Within 24 hours I got a call from Charlie.

Who's that?

Charlie is, uh...a legend in the diamond trade.

She drinks with drug lords and dines with ex-presidents.

- She? - That's right.

She can place a stone with any buyer in the world

from Saudi Princes to Yakuza bosses.

And she wants this rock.

And she's made me an offer that's well...

...it's hard to refuse.

How much?

15 mill.

And this is just a sample.

Charlie wants a regular supply.

- You can do that? - Yeah.

This is the deal that changes everything.

This is the deal that gets us out.

So what happens now?

Well, now, we do the trade with Charlie.

You wanna come?

- What can I do? - Well, you could...

Watch my back.

Just make sure you wear something, uh,

attention grabbing.

You want me to be a distraction?

No, no. I want you to look hot.

Mm, I'll give it a shot.

Hand-off's in 19 hours.

So until then we gotta sit tight, keep this safe.

Well, I could think of a few things to pass the time.

Scrabble and shit.

Not what I expected from an international crime queen.

What is this place?

When she's not peddling million dollar diamonds

Charlie runs a side hustle in fine arts,

strictly for the wealthiest of clientele.

Cushty.

Wow! Blimey!

This ain't too shabby.

More carats in here than Sainsbury's.

And just, uh, be sure to keep your fingers to yourself, okay?

Best behavior, cross my heart.

I'll let Victor know we're here.

Thanks.

Let's grab a drink.

- Robert. - Hmm.

Welcome.

And you must be Scarlett.

Yeah. Word travels fast.

Scarlett, this is Victor.

Charlie's second cousin, twice removed.

Ah, family business, yeah?

We keep our friends close and our family closer.

Victor Resnick, ex-enforcer for the Russian mob.

Now, he works for Charlie.

What about your enemies?

We have no enemies. Please follow me.

Okay. Never forget.

Wait. Come.

Now, what do we have here?

Hmm. A big boy, yeah.

Easy boys. Any closer I'll have to charge.

Hey, Charlie.

Charlie, looks like royalty,

swears like a docker.

Gentlemen, Scarlett.

Please, come on in.

Does everyone here know my name?

Scarlett Monaghan, born in Peckham, 1995.

Nobody gets through these doors that I don't know.

There were armed, but, uh, nothing else.

Oh, my. That's a big shiv, Baraka.

Planning on taking scalps?

Never know which way the night is gonna go.

You are so right.

It seems we have some trust issues to deal with.

So, ladies, skedaddle.

Go on.

If I am going into business with someone

I like to know who the fuck they are.

And the best way is to ask who they fuck.

He doesn't need to wave a gun in my face to get my attention

if that's what you mean.

Oh, I like this girl, Rob. She's a keeper.

Do you trust him?

Yes, I do.

That's good.

Trust is very hard to find these days.

And he respects me.

Sweet.

You see these ugly bastards?

There's not one of them wouldn't take a bullet for me

some of them already have.

You know why?

'Cause these men are beasts.

Beasts respect one thing...

natural authority.

And you either have it, or you don't.

Isn't that right, Rob?

That's been my experience, yeah.

Why don't we all calm the fuck down

and get on with the business at hand?

It is time for the floor show.

Do you know this man, Scarlett?

- No, I don't. - You certain?

You know a woman can always tell if another woman is lying.

And if you are, I'll get one of my boys to, uh,

drag you into the bathroom and cut out your uterus

with a rusty knife.

- Still don't know him. - Good.

Because this piece of shit...

...tried to steal from my business partner.

Which is the same as stealing from me.

And there's one thing I can't abide is cuntery.

If you're squeamish, look away now.

Victor!

Now, I learnt this...

...from a boyfriend...

...in...Bogotá.

- You alright? - Didn't spill a drop.

'Hmm.'

You know...

...I could fetch a couple of mill for that.

I can't say I'm not disappointed

you turning up empty handed.

Where the fuck is my merchandise?

Scarlett, I think Charlie looks like she could use a drink.

Well, fuck me sideways.

Oh!

You are beautiful.

Victor, pay the man.

Alright, take it. I'll meet you out front.

Charlie, it is a pleasure doing business with you.

One more thing before you go.

Now, that we're partners we're more than friends, we're family.

Together we drink the blood of our enemies.

Don't make a cunt out of me.

Here's to the first of many.

Budmo!

Fuck me, that was intense.

- What do you make of Charlie? - She's off her fucking tits.

But I reckon she's a straight shooter.

And you know this how?

Because I'm an excellent judge of character.

Then why are you with a crook like me?

'Cause you make me wetter than an otter's pocket.

You know if I can't deliver, it's my ass.

Pity, it's such a nice ass.

Nicely done. Duchess.

Why, did you just call her Duchess?

Yeah. She handled that shit with grace.

Like a Duchess.

Oh, why didn't you call her a fucking, like

princess or something?

No. Duchess is better.

I like that.

Problem solved.

Stupid.

(Aunt Nellie) 'You should see him'

'before you go.'

(Scarlett) 'Fuck that.'

You can't be afraid of him

your whole fucking life.

Look, what used to I say to you

when you were close to giving up a fight?

Forget the pain and get back in the ring.

Right.

Because the pain goes away.

But the choices you make stay with you forever.

You've never backed down from a fight in your life.

(Frank) 'Well, look what'

'the cat dragged in.'

I see the girl I once knew in the woman before me.

Well...

Nine years and you have nothing to say?

Oh, cheers.

Don't thank me.

It speaks.

Those things will kill you.

Hmm.

You should be so lucky.

What the fuck did mum ever see in you?

I had my moments.

Still do from time to time.

Jesus.

Do you feel anything about what you did?

Doesn't pay to dwell in the past in here.

No, down that road they say lies madness.

What's done is done, can't be undone.

I'm leaving.

Getting away from this place. Away from you.

I just didn't want to go without looking you in the eyes

one last time, to see if there's a soul in there.

Well, what do you see?

Nothing worth saving.

You know you can choose where you're going

but you can't change where you came from.

You have my blood flowing through your veins.

That means you're my girl and you always will be.

- I ain't your fucking girl. - Ah!

Yet here you are.

Looking for what?

Acceptance, absolution?

Closure, hmm?

You know, you can have

the lot of it, if you want if it makes you feel better.

But don't come in here, looking to save my soul.

Because I am beyond redemption.

I've been rotten to the core since the day I was born.

Your mother knew that. She stayed anyway.

No, she stayed out of fear

not love

Let me give you some fatherly advice.

Stop looking for it to make sense, because it never will.

Hmm?

If I could do it all again, would I do things differently?

I'd still be the same old Frank.

Making the same old choices.

You know, I've long since come to accept who I am.

Maybe it's time you did too.

Fucking hell.

To think I actually came here to give you a chance.

Don't kid yourself.

You came here to look in the mirror.

You just don't like what you see.

You're wrong.

I ain't nothing like you.

I'm fucking ashamed you're my father.

Uh-huh. But like it or not, I am your father.

If you come near us, ever again...

I will fucking kill you.

Ooh.

Hmm.

That's my girl.

(Scarlett) Remember how I said,

this man would change my life?

Check this out.

I know what you're gonna say.

He's into some shady shit, but I didn't care.

If I wasn't willing to risk it all for love

then what's the point?

Welcome to your new home.

Fuck me.

Come on.

Oh, my God.

Well...

...what do you think?

Fucking love it.

Come on. Come on.

Wow.

It was like coming home for the first time.

And the whole gang was there to welcome us.

Well. Santiago, Tom.

Santiago, this is Scarlett.

- Scarlett, Santiago. - Hello, pretty.

There was Santiago, Rob's local partner.

All chest hair and too much cologne.

He started out smuggling drugs for one of

the Galician cartels in Spain.

Until Rob recruited him alongside

his halfwit younger brother Marco.

Well, the less said about him the better.

- Johannes. - Howzit.

The walking grease ball was

Johannes from South Africa

Santiago's hired gun and definitely

a few sandwiches short of a picnic.

And last but not least.

And my oldest and dearest friend.

Tom Sullivan.

Tom, this is Scarlett.

Rob may have mentioned you a few hundred times.

Sounds like I got a bit of catching up to do.

I know all of his deepest, darkest secrets.

Enough tequila, you might just get it out of me.

Fuck you, Tom.

Scarlett, welcome.

To Casa Bling.

Santiago, what's, uh, what's with the welcome committee?

It's not really your style, is it?

We heard about what happened in London.

We are a little concerned.

Huh? I got to talk to the guys.

Why don't you settle in?

Maria will take care of anything you need, okay?

- Hola, señora. - See you in a bit?

- Yeah. - Would you like a drink?

Me and you are gonna be best mates.

Let's talk.

Look, whatever shit went down, we delivered the merch

and Charlie's happy.

Let's just make sure it stays that way.

Do you think it was a rival crew?

They knew the exact time and place.

Had to be an inside job.

Rob, you're still with us?

- This is fucking serious. - Yeah, no shit, Santiago.

What's the word on the street?

We talked to all of our usual sources.

Nobody knows shit.

Or they are too afraid to talk.

Then we make 'em talk.

Whoever is fucking with us is already dead.

They just don't know it yet.

In England there's a class system.

Where you're born, which school you go to

how to pronounce your fucking Ts.

It's been like that for a thousand fucking years.

And it ain't about to change.

But down here no one gives a monkey's.

The only rule is survival of the fittest.

And that's a rule I can relate to.

There she is.

Good morning, beautiful.

- You like my pet? - Cute.

Can you make her sit?

Well, let's do this.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

You okay? Oh!

I just want to say I fucking love you.

You're incredible. You know that?

- I have my moments. - I'll see you later, okay?

See you later.

- Good morning, boss. - Not a fucking word.

- Good morning, Maria. - Good morning, señora.

You wants something? English tea?

Hmm, I know my way around the kitchen.

Señora, it's no trouble.

Alright, but only if you give it a rest with the señora

and join me for a cuppa.

Okay.

Nice work.

Good job.

How's my favorite greengrocer Kamal?

What the fuck?

- What? - Down!

Rob!

Rob!

Rob!

We can't stay here.

Get the fuck out of here. Let's move.

Move.

Changing.

Move.

Nice shot.

Unit.

Move.

They got us boxed in.

Who the fuck are these guys?

How do we get out of this one, Butch?

This is how.

Come here. Get behind me. Come here.

Go get the truck!

Let's go! Let's go!

Hey, there.

No!

Why don't you just give me what I want?

Hey!

Do you like to play rough?

- You little English bitch. - Get the fuck out of my house.

Sorry. Can't do that.

Maria, get behind me.

What? You think I came here for her?

What can I tell you?

It was him or me.

But looking at him laying there bleeding on the floor

I didn't feel a fucking thing.

Maybe I was more like me old man than I thought.

But I also knew I rocked the boat big time.

And I didn't know how Rob would take it.

Oh, fuck.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

You alright?

Yeah, yeah, Rob.

Little bit of an issue.

You okay?

Thank you, Duchess.

Come here.

Where's Scarlett?

- She's upstairs, mate. - Shit!

Get rid of that. Baraka, give him a hand.

I'll go get a rope.

Maria, hey.

It's not safe for you here. Okay?

You take this.

You never come back. You understand?

- You understand? - Gracias, Senor Robert.

No, no. Oh.

For fuck sake.

(Rob)'Scarlett!'

Scarlett!

Are you hurt?

I'm alright.

Fuck.

Talk to me.

What the fuck!

Rob, talk to me.

Please.

I could've lost you.

One, two, three.

Come and get it.

Oh.

- Yeah. - Marco's dead.

- What the fuck happened? - Look, it doesn't matter.

He was a fucking pig and he got what he deserved.

'Alright, Rob, I need you to listen to me.'

He came to my fucking house,

he came after Scarlett. He crossed a line.

This was Jack's problem, he never listened.

Alright, I'm listening.

Marco was a piece of shit, but blood is blood, Rob

and Santiago isn't just gonna let this go.

Well, at least we know who's trying to fuck us now, right?

For now, I just need you and Scarlett

to get to a safe house and lay low.

'What about you?'

Santiago is a business man

I'm gonna try to appeal to his sense of greed.

If not?

Then you my friend are gonna do what you do best

kill the son of a bitch.

- You got everything? - I think so.

Let's go grab that one.

- Rob, meet us out front. - Yeah.

Okay. Come on, guys, let's go.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

- Thanks, Danny. - Come on.

- Thank you. - Come on, come on.

Going somewhere?

Santiago.

You piece of shit.

Why don't you just make yourself at home, huh?

There is an old saying, Rob.

That seems pertinent to this occasion.

Never invite a vampire into your house

it renders you powerless.

Well, this is all about blood

do you mind if I just have one last drink?

- Be my guest. - You wanna join me?

Fuck you.

We always said, business comes first.

No matter what.

But this just got very personal.

You know...

I always knew that someday, someone would step up

to challenge me.

I just hoped that when that day came

they'd have the balls to look me in the eye

and not stab me in the back.

He was my brother, Rob.

You of all people should understand that.

But... I'm a reasonable man.

Business first, right?

So you want the Charlie deal to go through?

And I want my pound of flesh.

Hey, hey.

I wouldn't do that if I were you, okay?

You can't threaten me anymore, Rob.

There was a time when nobody would fuck with you.

You had the world by the balls.

And you let it go.

Is that what this is about?

You want the old Rob back?

You know, you should be

careful what you wish for.

The old Rob may have been crazy,

but at least I could respect him.

This new Rob, all talking and no...

Run!

Run!

No!

You really should put that girl on a chain.

She's out of control.

What did I say, Rob?

You never fucking listen.

Now, it's too late.

No. No, you fucker.

- Rob. - Fuck, that was uncalled for.

How long have we know each other?

How long has it taken us to build this?

20 fucking years.

But where has your old pal Tom been all that time?

Right by your side.

Always the bridesmaid, never the fucking bride, huh?

Fuck you.

I've sacrificed way too much to stand by and watch you

piss it all away for a fucking skirt.

I will not let that happen.

For the record.

It was Santiago who told Marco to kill Scarlett.

I thought it was a bad move.

Seems I was right.

As for you...

...that's on me.

You piece of shit. You're dead.

No, Rob, you are.

Just like your no good brother.

I'm gonna fucking tear your heart out.

- Get 'em out of here. - No.

Baraka, the loyal dog.

Faithful to the end.

Better a dog, than a rat.

You know power commands treachery.

Otherwise it stagnates.

You know, sooner or later someone's gonna try

to take it away from me.

I just hope, I don't get screwed over for something as stupid

as love.

See, Rob loves his bitch, you love your friend.

Look where it's gotten you.

Now, I've heard you like to feed the animals.

So why don't you go feed the animals.

Your choice, bro. Dead or alive?

You talk too much, get it over with.

Why waste a good bullet on a piece of shit like you.

Alright, drop it.

Who's the piece of shit now?

They've taken Rob and Scarlett.

What the fuck we gonna do, B.?

What the fuck can we do?

It's just us now.

(Rob)'Hey.'

Hey, come here.

You know, I've been thinking when we get through this shit...

what do you say we get married?

Santiago was wrong.

There is some crazy still left in you, isn't there?

Because I wanna marry you?

'Cause you think we're gonna get through this shit.

Whatever happens, I got you.

Oh, shit.

(Scarlett) Lee-Roy and Nacho...

Tom's muscle and a right pair of cunts.

You got any famous last words?

Fuck you.

I expected something better.

Hey, hey, hey.

- Don't be afraid. - Tom wanted to be sure.

- Don't be afraid. - No, no, no.

- You got this in the front. - You're gonna be okay.

No!

No, no!

No! No, no.

No!

You fuckers. You fuckers.

Say goodbye, bitch.

They look kinda sweet. Laying there like that.

Fuck this.

Leave the dogs... to do the clean-up.

- Let's get a beer, bro. - Let's go.

I never felt so empty in all my life.

I couldn't feel pain. I couldn't feel anything.

My one true love was gone, just like that.

All I could do was take what I could carry

and get the fuck out.

(Aunt Nellie) What used to I say to you

when you were close to giving up a fight.

You've never backed down from a fight in your life.

This is Scarlett.

Can we meet?

Scarlett, it's good to see you again.

Though I wish it were under different circumstances.

Rob was a good man.

The best.

That's why I came here to make sure

his legacy doesn't die with him.

I only agreed to this meeting

out of respect for Rob.

Well, I admire your spirit, but, uh

let's get fucking serious.

You're nobody with nothing to bargain with.

You're no skin off my back, if you were to

fuck off and die in a ditch.

But I like you so, uh

I won't help you to do that.

Victor...show Ms. Scarlett the door.

Oi.

Do you really think I'm the kinda girl

who's gonna let this go, hmm?

Hmm? Alright.

I will give you four and a half minutes.

I'm gonna take it back.

The entire operation.

And if I succeed I'll deliver everything Rob promised you.

If you succeed.

Do you know what it takes to survive as a woman in our world?

It's not enough to be as good as a man

you have to be twice as smart.

Twice as ruthless, three times a lady

and ten times a bitch.

No ifs, buts or maybes.

You better fucking succeed, or they will eat you alive.

And, um...

...from where I'm sitting I don't think

you've got what it takes.

So, I am sorry for your loss.

But from now on I'll be dealing with the other side.

Hmm.

Don't suppose I can convince you otherwise.

I listened, that's as good as you're gonna get from me.

Okay.

- Whoa. - How about now?

Pick pocket, bitch.

Anybody move, I'll blow her fucking brains out.

I told you I liked you

but you really are trying my patience.

Desperate fucking times, desperate fucking measures.

Do you know how many people have drawn a gun on me and lived?

Not too many, I should think.

Zero. Point zero.

They killed every part of me.

Left me with nothing

but skin and bone.

Then you should be very grateful they left you that

and get out while you can.

If you had the choice again, would you?

Mm.

Then you know I have to see this through.

Two weeks.

Either it's done, or I'm dead in a ditch.

Or kill me now and be done with it.

That's how you're going to beat 'em.

When I was little, my grandmother used to

tell me stories about a woman from her hometown

they called Lady Death.

This was in the Ukraine.

Her real name was Lyudmila Pavlichenko.

She would have been about your

age when she joined the army

to fight the Nazis attacking Sevastopol in 1941

and her particular skill was with a rifle, a long-range, and

she was so fucking

good at it.

She eventually chalked up 309 confirmed deaths.

That's more than any of the men did in her unit.

I mean, she became a national hero.

And she was as tireless and fearless

and ruthless a bitch, as you could ever care to meet.

And I think, that you two would have got along.

Come on. Skedaddle.

Go kill 'em all and when you're done, call me.

As long as you're still alive, the deal stands.

- Hey. Stop, stop, stop. - Hey.

- It's me. - Let go, Danny.

So you can slot him in the street.

It's a big fucking plan, is it?

- I just want him dead. - Yeah, well.

You know, well, so do I.

But you can't get emotional about this kinda shit.

You gotta remain detached.

This is what I do, so let me fucking help you.

What about Baraka?

- Did he make it? - We split up. It's safer.

Well, if he's smart I think he'll be long gone.

- That means it's just us then. - Yeah.

You in?

Yeah.

(Scarlett) Are you gonna come in?

Or you gonna stand there and drool.

You got a mouth on you.

What else is it good for?

Fuck sake.

Have some fucking dignity.

You won't kill me.

You don't have the balls, bitch.

What have balls got to do with it?

Jesus!

Oh, fucking hell.

Get in the fucking car, Duchess.

Where the fuck did you come from?

I've been staking out this place for a week.

Imagine my surprise seeing a dead woman walk out the door.

Good to see you too.

Danny, keeping out of trouble, I see.

Then explain to me what the hell you were thinking?

Who knew he'd fall out the fucking window

things didn't go to plan?

Things rarely do.

Instead of bitching about it, why don't you help us out?

What is she talking about?

I'm talking about taking back the kingdom, Baraka.

I'm gonna kill every last fucker that betrayed Rob

and I'm just getting started.

You put her up to this, didn't you?

Are you fucking out of your mind?

I've never been so clear about anything in all my life.

What happened to you?

I've nothing else left to lose.

How about your life?

They can't kill me, I'm already dead.

Do you have any idea what you're up against?

I don't care.

Oh, come on, B.

Won't be a party without you, mate.

You're as crazy as she is.

If I help...

it's just this once, then I am done.

Once is all we need.

Just so you understand, Duchess, what're you're asking

is a blood oath.

We do this, or we die trying.

With Danny out of action, we'll need an extra hand.

That's very fucking funny, mate.

Do you know anyone we can trust?

Family.

But first we need to get you off the street.

I know a place.

We couldn't go via the hospital, could we?

Sorry we're...

Dios mio!

Duchess, you're alive?

It's a nice place you got here.

It's cozy.

It needs some work, but...

But what are you doing here?

I need your help.

I can't offer much besides, a cold beer and a place to hide.

But I will never forget what you did for me, Duchess.

My place is yours.

(Johannes) 'Whoever it was, they'

fucked Nacho up real good.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Fucking Rob's pitbull Baraka avenging his master's death.

Do you think we should warn the others?

Not yet.

Maybe there is a play to be made here.

Like Victor said, it pays to keep your family close.

This is Jono, Baraka's nephew and our first recruit.

- To our friend. - To Rob.

Uncle!

Jono.

- Good to see you. - Good to see you too.

- Danny. - Danny.

- Alright. - Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you. - So...

What are we doing in this shit hole?

This is my place, asshole.

If you don't like it, you can stick it up your ass.

That is Maria and she is with us.

Sorry.

So you deal dope, we deal diamonds.

That's Fredo, a right slippery customer.

Rob never fucked with your business...

...and you never fucked with his.

Everything was, uh...cushty.

So why are you now sticking your beak in where it doesn't belong?

Shit, girl, I dunno what you're talking about.

Word is you are sheltering one of Rob's killers.

I wanna know where.

Listen, Duchess,

or whatever your name is.

You want to play in a man's world

you better be ready to get fucked in the ass.

We all get fucked in the ass sooner or later.

That's the world we live in.

Man or woman, we all look the same from behind.

Why don't you just tell me where he is.

Be a lot easier that way.

I already told you, I don't know shit.

Call it female intuition, but...

I think you're telling me porky pies.

Now, what is a pork and--

Tell me where he is, you fucking slag

or I'll skewer something else to the table.

- Where is he? - Alright. Alright.

I don't know where he is, but I know someone who does.

His name is Riff. Riff.

Cushty.

(Jono) 'So what's she like?'

What, Baraka hasn't told you?

No.

- You hadn't told him. - Nope.

Well, mate, she's like...

...she's like a fucking banshee.

Really?

Yeah, she wears this like, massive tribal necklace

that she made with all the balls

of the men that she's killed.

Yep.

That's our Duchess.

So you better be careful with that loud mouth of yours or...

...snip snip.

She say you can go in now.

You're getting blood on the floor.

Hey...

Here. Duchess never forgets a friend.

- Oi. - Yeah.

- You coming or what? - Yeah.

Chop, chop.

You must be Jono.

Duchess.

Come in, come in, park your ass.

Did Baraka tell you what you're getting into?

- He did. - And you still came anyway.

I ain't afraid of trouble.

Not if it's for family.

But I ain't your family.

Uncle said you're like a daughter to him.

That makes us cousins.

- I have only one question. - What's that?

How the fuck we gonna take down the entire organizations

with two guys, two girls and one armed bandit?

- Careful. - No offense.

Good question.

Look, if we go head to head with these fuckers

we'll get creamed.

So we have to outsmart them.

Hit them, one by one.

and maybe if I live long enough

I'll get to use Tom's balls as earrings.

I thought it was a necklace.

For you I'll make it into fucking cufflinks.

How about that?

Alright.

Yeah, but what we're really

gonna need is more men.

And big fucking guns.

Men and guns don't come cheap.

At least not the ones worth having.

Holy fucking shit.

When the time comes we'll have all the men and guns we need.

But a move like that, draws too much attention.

As long as they think I'm dead, we have an advantage.

Let's use it.

What did you have in mind?

When I was learning how to pick pockets, I would study

how street magicians would draw your attention

away from what's really going on.

They're too busy looking at your tits

they ain't seen your hand lift their wallet.

We apply a little misdirection

the fuckers won't see us coming.

Ain't that right, Michelle?

Easy boys, she's with me.

- Glad you could make it. - Glad you asked.

Everyone this is my mate, Michelle.

Hi, Michelle.

- Welcome to the nuthouse. - The nuthouse?

Yeah. You have to be crazy to be here.

Alright.

Baraka, we need to make a house call.

Who's the target?

Riff, low level gun for hire.

Been known to do the odd job for Tom.

Fuck.

What the hell you were thinking, man?

I dunno, it's a reflex action, is that.

Ninja and shit.

- Okay. - Ow.

Oh, fuck. Fuck you.

I already told you, I dunno where the fuck he's at.

Fuck you. Get me out.

But the trouble is, Riff,

you're a lying piece of shit.

Oh, stop. Fuck.

I'm nothin', okay.

They don't give me the time of the fucking day

I can't tell you what I don't know, right?

Is that how you wanna play?

Okay.

He's all yours, Duchess.

'What the fuck.'

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

Where you going? Wait, wait.

Stop, stop, stop it.

Wait, wait.

Well?

Well, what?

Fuck.

No more piss-assing about, Riff.

(Baraka) 'I'm worried about her.'

Since she came back, she's changed.

Something definitely got fucking broken out there.

Can't be fixed.

The quicker you speak, the quicker the pain stops.

Hey. Wait, wait, wait. What're you doing?

Wait, wait, wait. Please, please, please.

Where is Lee-Roy?

I don't know. He's hiding in his chop shop.

He's hiding in his chop shop by the airport. Stop.

(Baraka) 'That's enough, Duchess.'

Hey.

I ever see you again...I come back to finish the job.

Cool off.

Fuck.

Any chance we could, uh...

...pop by the hospital?

(Jono) 'Two out front, well armed.'

'No sign of Lee-Roy.'

Copy that.

He's in there.

If you ask me, Duchess, and you haven't,

this is a trap and Lee-Roy is the bait.

Don't care. I'm going in anyway.

And I go where she goes, mate.

Quit encouraging her.

You want to live forever?

Nope.

You know, I wouldn't mind.

Okay, Jono, you're up.

- Stay the fuck back. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Take it easy guys. Take it easy, take it easy.

I come in peace as you can see.

I brought you some tasty chicken calientes.

Take a good look.

Gorgeous, right?

Fuck.

- Can't open the gate. - Fuck it.

Let's get this party started.

Click fucking clack.

Get to the back-up car and keep the engine running.

I got this.

Up top.

Go.

It's Lee-Roy. I'm going after him.

Duchess, watch out.

- Shit. Shit, shit, shit. - Shit.

You've got company. Get out of there.

Give it up, B. It's all over.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

It was good knowing you, mate.

I was just following orders.

And now you're gonna die for it.

Please, Scarlett.

Scarlett's dead, my name's Duchess.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

- Yeah. - 'Welcome back from the grave.'

I never talked to a corpse before.

- Me neither. - We have your friends.

But I'm prepared to offer you a deal.

Their lives for yours.

Alright. I'm in.

You still with us, Scarlett?

That's right. Stare daggers.

I know how much you'd like to kill me right now.

And if I were in your shoes I'd feel the same way.

What the fuck is so funny?

I'm just trying to picture you wear my shoes.

(Scarlett) It looks bad I know.

Baraka was right, things rarely

do turn out the way you plan,

but stay with me on this.

Don't make me do that again.

Go and piss up a rope.

You know, you've been pretty busy

since your little resurrection.

But after you killed Nacho, it didn't take a fucking genius

to figure out you'd come after Lee-Roy next.

Still two for two.

- I'm impressed. - Aw.

You're easily impressed, ain't you?

- Fuck you. - No, fuck you.

You know what, Scarlett?

I just, I just gotta make sure

that Rob doesn't come through that fucking door.

Didn't you hear?

He's dead.

Like you?

Bring them out here.

Wait, I thought we had a deal. You gave me your word.

You think I'm a man of my word?

No. Danny.

I'm alright.

Oh, you fucker.

Go on and take your fucking septic cuts.

He's dead, alright.

Well, unfortunately

your being here, is proof to the contrary.

Sorry, Danny boy.

Motherfucker!

Fuck you!

- Fucking dead! - Alright.

Fuck.

Ahh!

You know it's no fun, when they don't scream anymore.

I guess we're gonna have to try something else.

I'm gonna enjoy the hell out of this.

Fuck you.

And when I'm done lobotomizing Baraka...

the girls are next.

Jesus Christ! He's dead, he's fucking dead, alright!

You know what?

I believe you.

I think...I'm gonna be able to sleep a little easier tonight.

You know...

I know why you really killed Rob.

And it wasn't just about the business.

Oh, yeah?

Enlighten me.

Rob had everything.

Not just the power...

...the looks, the charm...

...the style. What have you got?

You got some balls on you, princess.

No, I don't, that's the point.

And it's Duchess, dickhead.

Hey, Johannes.

What if I give you a million dollars

to shoot him in the head right now?

Oh, is, is that your big plan?

To turn us against each other?

No, you already did that.

You killed Rob and his brother.

Johannes, you think a man like this

is willing to share the power?

Won't be long before it's your neck on the chopping block.

- Don't even think about it. - Think about what?

Is she right, bru? You're planning on killing me too?

Don't you see she's fucking with you?

- Am I? - Maybe I kill you first, huh?

Boys, boys, boys.

Don't you think if my plan to go after Lee-Roy

was pretty fucking obvious to you two

maybe it was pretty fucking obvious to me too?

What?

Rob once told me...

...that power, real power...

...can never be given, it has to be taken.

Look around, that's what I'm doing, you stupid bitch.

No, no. That's what you think you're doing.

Fuck you, I don't have time for this.

Men with big fucking guns, remember?

Turns out, diamonds are a girls best friend.

No. No.

Duchess.

- You alright? - Yeah.

Drop it, sunshine.

- Stay back. - Show me your hands.

He's mine.

You wanna show me how big your balls really are?

Come to daddy.

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

This is where your story ends...

Princess.

Do your worst.

Scarlett, please.

It wasn't personal.

Don't. You butchered Rob.

Doesn't get more personal.

But if it makes you feel better.

It was a pleasure doing business.

Oh, fuck.

I think we did enough for today.

Fuck, yeah.

You took your precious fucking time.

I was running out of bullshit.

I find that fucking hard to believe.

Oi, watch it, dipstick.

Oh, that's gratitude for you.

Come on, boys. Get your shit together.

How you doing, Duchess?

We did it. We fucking did it.

No. You did it.

I made it through, by the skin of my teeth.

And there I was with my own fucked up little family.

It should have been perfect

but there would always be one thing missing.

You alright, guys?

Here, fill your boots.

You're not shitting me, are you?

You've earned it.

- How's your arm, Danny? - Tickety-boo.

Duchess... it's Charlie.

Charlie.

'Somehow, I knew you'd pull it off.'

Your first shipment arrives on Friday.

I expect payment on delivery.

What kind of a cunt do you think I am?

'Paying kind, of course.'

I think you and I could do great things together.

Maybe...

In another life, but, uh...

I've come to the end of the line right now.

Baraka will be taking over from now on.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Ciao, Charlie.

Did that bitch just hang up on me?

Duchess...

I did what I set out to do, Baraka.

And now I'm done.

Look after them for me.

So here I am, I've come a long way in a short time.

At the end of the day, I am what I am.

I talk dirty, I hit hard, I drink my vodka straight.

And I don't take shit from anyone.

I've loved, I've lost.

I've taken power and I've earned my respect.

Revenge may be a dish best served cold

but it taste bitter sweet.

I did what I had to do and now I choose to walk away.

Because that's what Rob would have wanted.

Riff.

Hold your horses, did I say you could leave yet?

Now, let's try again, shall we?

My name is Duchess and I live by one simple rule.

Never let 'em see me coming.

Oi!