Original subtitles

Welcome to South A-fuckin-merica, dickhead!

This is a stag do, yeah? Anthony?

And I have a wife and kids at home these days, isn't I, mate?

We're not 16 anymore, are we, Kai?

- What's up with Greg? - I think I need to shit.

Cocaine?

El Puerco Negro operates according to an ecosystem

all of its own.

Everything here costs money.

Borrow Selma's money.

Why has he got you in a bath filled with ice?

So he could harvest my organs!

Your friend Greg is not a millionaire.

It's an expensive thing to purchase emergency surgery

when you're outside prison.

But it is an incredibly expensive thing

to purchase while in prison.

So, who's getting in the fucking bath?

♪ Well, C, is the way you begin ♪

♪ H, the next letter in ♪

♪ I am the third ♪

♪ C, for to season your bird ♪

♪ K is the fillin' in ♪

♪ E, I'm near the end ♪

♪ C H I C K E N ♪

♪ That's the way to spell chicken ♪

Fuck.

Come on.Andale.

That's both kidneys now from your esteemed friend.

Who's gonna give me the third?

Either someone gets in the bath,

or I'll start shooting again and pick for you.

Like the old days, lads.

Come on.

Shortest stick loses

like when we used to choose a goalie.

What are we gonna tell Ruby?

Jesus Christ. His fucking kids.

You, go help your friend pick up your other dead guy friend.

The fuck is wrong with you, Kai?

Those bits belong inside Ant.

Leave him alone. He'll be in shock. He's just...

You've known him your whole fucking life,

you goddamn bastard!

Okay, pussies, who's got that next kidney for me?

Oh, no, John.

Okay, no. Not him. We don't want the old guy.

Pick again.

Hugo.

I-I... I'm so sorry, mate.

If I do this, yeah, then I want compensation.

Yeah... yeah, yeah, of course.

What the fuck do you think that looks like?

Oh, take issue with that, do you?

You about to jump in the fucking bath?

Hey!

Time's up. Let's go.

You guys take on any share of my debt, okay?

- Okay? - Uh-huh.

And I want guaranteed bed rest.

Oh, putain! Putain! Fuck!

I don't know if I can... Oh! I don't know if I can... Fuck!

Hang about, Hugo.

I think it's me.

See, mine's... mine's... mine's the shortest.

- Son... - I got the shortest one.

What the fuck are you playing at?

Don't you dare get in that bath, Kai.

- What fun. - You hear me?

Wow!

Oh!

Now, that is in low supply. This is unprecedented.

Don't you dare get in that bath, do you hear me?

Kai? Get out of that fucking bath, do you hear me?

Get out of the fucking bath! Get out!

Let me go, Dad.

No, no, no.

For interrupting, you'll die,

and I'll feed your old meat to my dogs.

I'd sooner kill you pussies than return to this shithole.

Stay beneath my attention from this day on,

or your heads go up on my wall.

You, my friend.

Bravo! Remarkable team player.

One very special little monkey.

So you keep your kidneys.

The rest of you, maybe not.

Hey, wait, wait. Where the hell they taking him?

Take him to the men on the roof.

If we have enough money for a decent burial,

we'll find what's... we'll find what's left of him there.

Men on the roof. What is that?

They're the, uh, undertakers, sort of.

Clem, are you doing all right?

Not really, Hugo.

Not really doing all right, no.

First I had to operate on Greg and now this.

Has anyone got the first idea what the fuck is going on here?

Get your hands off her!

Where are they taking her?

I can't believe Ant's just gone.

I fucking watched him grow up, for Christ's sake.

He was a lovely lad.

Who gives a shit about lovely lad?

They just shot him in the head!

That psycho seems to run the prison, and we are in it.

Still alive. So how do we get out of here, huh?

Talk about that.

Ey, ey, ey, ey! No, no, no, no, no!

He's got half a fucking head!

How do we stop that from happening to us, huh?

Hugo, fucking once in your life, shut your mouth!

Ey! Boys!

What we need now is rest. Yes?

We need to try and shut our eyes and get some...

I have a wife and kids at home,

these days, isn't I, mate?

Put that someplace safe, Kai.

That ring's all we have left of Ant now.

We need to try and get this day behind us.

I'm sorry, Ryan, Stu.

I'm sorry it made you angry when I did what he told me.

I just... Well...

I loved him, too, you know?

You know I... You know I did.

Oh!

Stu.

Stu.

Outside.

Come. Come.

I think maybe there's more than just Greg in on it.

What's that? I can't hear you.

I think maybe there's more than just Greg in on it.

Jesus. What, seriously? Who?

I don't know. But that fax.

It doesn't make sense, does it? For him, see?

He said that we was all in on it.

Yeah, if it was, why would they arrest all of us?

Now they're talking about a hundred years.

Yeah? Unless they set it up.

So that means that Greg definitely had help.

I can't believe it either, mate.

Can't sleep. I've just been replaying it and replaying it.

I can't... I can't do this.

I-I literally can't think.

You just tell me who you think's responsible, mate.

I swear I will go in there, and I will pull them apart.

You know, if any of them had half a brain,

they'd be pointing the finger at me.

You can be a shit, yeah, but you're not this.

You're not a fucking monster!

So, what are we gonna do then, mate?

We should talk to fucking Greg.

Right? Get the truth out of him.

Me and you together.

Us two? We need to stick together, mate.

Old times, mate.

Dad!

- Dad! - Huh?

What is it, Son?

Ryan and Stu, they're gone.

And they've taken Ant's ring.

They're gone.

With the only thing we had worth having, so...

- That's a little funny, no? - Could be an explanation.

A good one.

Donde esta... Greg?

No.

You did so well, Clementine.

The doctor was quite happy.

Does that mean I can... leave?

No.

Also, no more working around my brother.

His toys never did survive very long.

You'll be safer with me.

You are the kind of woman I can get along with.

You should run along now, Clem.

Clem? Clem? Are you all right?

Is this where they're keeping you?

Why are you two... What's going on?

We're here for Greg.

Or the bastard's answers, more like.

Can you tell me what the fuck's going on, please, Stu?

Can you tell me why I got shipped here alone,

straight into the care of some cracked bitch

who's making me carve actual people up?

A minute ago I was on holiday, Stu.

What even happened to him? What the fuck is going on, Stu?

We wanna ask him the same thing.

Let's see if he's woke up.

He's just through there.

Can I trust you both to keep it together when you see him?

Of course. Of course!

Ryan, do you understand?

You need to stay cool.

There are people with guns here.

Ant's dead! He's fucking dead, alright? Fucking dead!

Stu!

What do you mean he's dead?

- He's fucking dead! - What, like, dead dead?

Fuck.

Fuck! The Ant Man's dead.

Nobody called him that, you fucking scum.

I called him that. It was our little in joke.

Alright! What happened?

A psychopath turned up and blew his fucking face off,

about 18 inches from where we were all stood.

A psychopath who happens to be the brother

of the woman who owns this place.

Owns the bed you're laid in.

Fuck. We need to get out of here.

Who's fucking we, bruv?

Who's fucking "we"? 200k she wants!

Two hundred fucking thousand pounds!

For your medical bill! Our asses!

Do you have that fucking money?

Fuck! I'll get it!

- Fuck. - Stu, come on, mate.

I'll sort this out. You know me. We go way back.

No, no. We've known Ant since we were nine years old, mate.

Nine years old.

Why the hell were we all arrested?

Who's in on it with you?

Alright, man, chill out. I'm sorry, okay?

Look, I can make all of this go away.

- I promise! - Bollocks!

- Ryan, hit him. - Okay, okay.

- Don't. - Tell us how.

The drugs I was carrying

obviously weren't for me, were they?

They weren't mine!

The people I work for, they have connections.

Here and all over the region.

Which means I've got connections.

Some people even call me Papi Chulo around here.

- Fuck off! - Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!

Keep fucking Hagrid away from me!

Ryan.

It's okay. It's okay.

Alright. Listen. Fuck this. You lot need me.

I'm sorry, but you do. Alright?

And, Hagrid, if anything happens to me,

that's 200k down the toilet.

We need to move.

The quicker we move, the better. Alright.

Look, all I need is a phone.

One that I can make calls on and receive calls on.

Get me a phone and I can get us out of here.

You're alright. You're alright.

So, we need a burial plot and a phone.

I-I'm thinkin', right.

We try for a two for one.

- Tell him! Tell him! - Ryan, enough!

Take the grapes, psycho.

Can you tell the nurse I need more grapes now?

- Fuck off, Greg. - It's for my recovery.

Who even is Greg?

I mean, seriously, you don't know him from home.

Me and Clem don't know him from uni.

So, who the fuck is he?

Stu said he knew him from work.

Is something not right there?

You know, I've been wondering something

along those lines meself.

Jesus Christ! Almond butter! She's got almond butter!

Kai, Kai, go. It's your time to shine.

Figure out how much she charges.

He's good at this, isn't he? Kai.

Where's your enchanted donkey now?

Alright. She's not giving it away,

but she says her dad does grocery drop-offs.

Bundles, feed a family for a week kind of thing.

Food is what I'm saying.

Okay, how much is food?

Oh, well she kept changing the figure.

But... I think probably a hundred.

- A hundred? - Oh,ça va.

I'm good for a hundred. I leave bigger tips than that.

Ooh, I'll be back.

Hey! Remember me? Huh?

Hello again, little bitch.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Little bitch.

Okay, whatever. That's me.

Hey. I'll take that money now, huh?

Hey, Kai! What's Spanish for hundred?

- Uh,cien! - Cien.

Cien dolares, por favor. Huh? Little amigo?

No can do. Cheap.

You guys owe Selma 200k.

Ha ha ha.

I heard you needed surgery or something.

Was it for your sick friend

or was it for your vaginoplasty operation?

I hope it was a big success.

Shit. Shit!

No one will be lending any of you a dollar

till Selma gets paid.

Okay. Okay, yes, yes. Okay.Merci.

We can't borrow any money because of our...

Greg's insane debt to that lady.

What the fuck!

So tell me this.

If we've got no money,

and we don't seem to be getting any,

how the hell are we supposed to eat?

Chicken.

- Hey, wait, wait, wait. - Let's do it.

- You've got the ring, yeah? - Yeah.

Ask him if he wants any work done in exchange for food.

I'm strong, huh? Hey, tell him I'm strong.

He says he's got three adult sons in here with him

who are twice the size of us,

so if he needs any work done, he would just ask them.

Bollocks.

Oh, what does he want then?

There must be a kind of a quid pro quo.

Quid pro quo?

- Uh, Dad? - What, Son?

Well, he's asking if those designer shoes

you've got on are the real deal.

You know, I don't see many alternatives if you want to eat.

- We can make some new ones. - Make some?

Out of what, old laid-around shite?

They're dead stock!

Fuck. You know,

I seriously don't know if this is a good deal.

Look, no one's going to lend us any cash, John.

And a chicken goes a long way.

You've had my eyes out there, you crafty old bastard.

Here we go. Looks like we got a chicken.

What's taking so long, then?

Stu, man, can I ask you something?

Do you reckon it's a little bit my fault?

As well as... as well as Greg's,

'cause I put that stuff in me trousers at the airport?

Do you reckon that it is?

I don't know, mate.

But you seemed pretty sure yesterday

that was totally different, didn't you?

The ring. The ring, yeah?

Uh...

Uh, please, help us.

Señores, only little English. Okay?

Uh, we think our friend is here.

We think he was brought here.

Uh, I need...

We would like you to bury our friend.

Sí. Yes. Understood.

We... We brought this as payment for him.

Yeah! Very good.

Is normal. Okay?

Normal? What's...

No, no, no. It's a good ring, mate.

I mean, look. It's lovely, isn't it?

And I need a phone. To call England.

A phone, señor? A telephone?

It's a good ring.

It's a nice ring, mate.

Entendio, señor.

The ring of your friend. My phone.

Sure.

Well, um... Well does it... does it have credits on the phone?

- Dinero on the phone? - Yes, to call London.

Yes, yes. Some.

Enough.

Many call locales, but London,

call London...

One, two time maybe.

Two times. Two times.

Okay. Yeah, okay, deal.

Whoa. But... But wait. Where will you...

Where will you bury Ant?

Bury?

Where are you gonna put our friend?

Plus? As well bury?

No, no, no, no. Señores, no. One only.

No.

No, Ry. Ry, we need the phone, mate.

Sorry. One second.

I'm not... We can't fucking...

Ry, Ry. You, John, Clem, Hugo,

Kai all came here because of me.

You're all here because of me. Now, if fucking Greg

thinks he can get to London, I have to believe him,

do you understand?

Señores, please!

This is your way to make good for what you did.

Go on, Stu. Do it.

Do it.

Fuck sake, Greg!

Want to leave a message?

Sorry. Um, do you know where she is?

Well, you should open the door.

Then we can get to know each other better.

Usually I know where Selma is.

But today...

no, I don't.

Don't really get about like I used to.

What did you do?

Bet you're thinking about getting out.

I can help you escape.

No, I don't think so.

What? Why not?

Why?

Because you're a woman in a fucking cage and I want to live.

If you think you can trust her, you can't.

Because... Wait.

Donde esta Selma?

There's things you can do with a chicken over a fire.

Sear it, fry it, boil it,

make the bones into a soup.

Right, shut the fuck up, please, Son.

Thanks.

I've eaten chicken.

Donde esta Greg?

Alright. Kai, you take the chicken home.

Make sure it can't get out.

Come on.

Greg. We want stupid Greg.

Um...

Try again, but say por favor.

There he is.

Don't be stupid, Greg!

Where did he go?

I'm sorry, Ant.

Uh, what, monstro? Monstro, as in monster.

Did he say monster? What are you saying?

You have no money, so we will dispose of the corpse our way.

Oh,mi amor.

Fuck, it's barely even working.

They're here. They're here. They're here.

Let's just get there. Yeah?

Get to the prick's bed, give him the fucking phone,

and just know...

Right, okay, but if you go in there,

all guns blazing, tell them we've given Greg a phone,

they might think we're in on it.

Yeah, right, yeah.

- Right? - Yeah.

We've got this. Come on.

Oi! Ryan! Did you see him?

He's gone. He's fucking gone! And you! Where's the ring?

- Alright. Hugo. - Where's the fucking ring?

- Hugo! - No, John.

- Where the fuck did you... - Just calm down!

And where the fuck is Stu?

We, uh, took the ring to the roof,

swapped it for a burial plot for him

so that his family could find him.

Oh. That actually...

That actually sounds like the right thing to do.

Did you manage it? To bury him?

Yeah. Yeah, we can't be there when they do it, because, um,

it's outside of prison grounds, the graveyard.

Well, um... Well, where the fuck is Stu, huh?

Took off. I just, uh... I don't know. I hit the cell.

About Stu...

I tell you this, mate. I don't know any drug smugglers.

Right? And I want to think the best of Stu in all this,

give him the benefit of whatever.

You know, he's marrying my bloody daughter after all.

But I can't help thinking...

- The wedding suppliers. - What?

Tell him about the wedding suppliers.

Oh, yeah.

Why have I got wedding suppliers chasing me

for a downpayment on his wedding

if he's got this big job in comms

that takes him all round the world?

John, he's...

You know, I'm currently standing shoeless.

In a prison, Ryan.

It's all starting to strike me as just a little bit mad.

You don't think so?

I don't blame you for thinking the way that you're thinking.

Right? I understand. But...

You don't know Stu like I know him.

Stu would not have done this to you.

'Cause it means he would have done it to me.

And we're not you and him. We are me and him.

He didn't meet me when he was off at university

acting like some flash little twat, did he?

Me and Stu are like fucking brothers.

When I look at him, I don't see what you two see.

I just see a little boy knocking on my door,

middle of the night, crying,

fucking pissing his trousers, right?

So this is Greg. This is all fucking Greg and that's it.

Greg's gone, mate. We saw him run.

- He's gone. - The fuck you mean he's gone?

Where's the phone?

- You got the phone? - Yes. Make the call.

Make the call. The others aren't far off. Let's go.

Hi. Yeah, it's one of Guppy's guys. Greg.

Yeah, we were due in yesterday, but we got snagged on the way.

I'm calling from prison. Puerco Negro.

- Around 40. - 40?

- 40 keys. - 40?

Yeah. No, no, no. It was completely unexpected.

He just... One of us got rushed into the hospital

and then it all came apart.

What do you mean? One... One of, mate? One of us? One of...

- Are you fucking kidding me? - Yeah.

Yeah, yeah. Okay.

Listen, mate, I think they're looking to pin this on someone,

money wise.

They're gonna come after my family, mate.

If I don't get this right, they're gonna...

You haven't got much family, have you?

It's just... just you and your mum, isn't it?

Stu, listen to me, mate.

I need you to take the blame for this.

Okay? I'm gonna pin it on you.

Just say that you overpacked the balloon and it burst.

Are you taking the piss?

Why would I fucking agree to do that?

All your friends in here, in this prison with us,

they all think this is my fucking fault

and only my fault.

And I've kept your name out of this to them so far,

and I'll continue to keep my mouth shut

if you take this fucking phone,

and you're gonna tell London that it was all your fault.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

I fucking swear down, Stu.

If you don't, I will tell your friends the truth.

Hey, this is Stu.

Another of Guppy's boys. Here with Greg.

Yeah. Go.

Greg fucked up.

Fuck. What are you doing?

Greg overpacked a balloon.

Stu, you're fucking dead, man. You're dead, man.

Yeah, he overpacked a balloon. It split. Split in his stomach.

OD'd at the airport.

Police arrived. It was a fucking nightmare.

Ahh! You fucking-Ah!

Sorry! Sorry. It's fucking...

There's a lot of fighting going on in the prison, yeah.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Yeah, yeah.

Listen, listen, we were always told,

call this number if you hit trouble.

Yeah, you could bribe the right person, politician, or whatever,

get us out of here.

Yeah. Yeah, we're just in.

Yeah, this is the best number.

Should we expect a call?

Well, we... we haven't much call credits, so I...

Cool, cool.

Stu.

Thank you.

Greg, I'm... I'm sorry about that, mate, but it...

You didn't leave me much choice there.

When we get back to London...

Listen, there was no way

I could throw my own mum in it like that.

Greg.

Greg.

Uh... Uh, it's occupied!

Fuck!

Hey! Oi!

Don't you assholes owe me 200k?

Was I a bit too cuddly with you?

Did I not correctly convey

that I can cut you into little lumps?

Obviously we don't have your money just yet,

but I'm sure with time we can get our hands on

or work off. We could probably work...

- Oh! - Jesus!

Holy shit!

Where's Greg? Where's shit Greg?

She's cut his nose off.

I heard Greg leave.

Good for Greg.

Checked himself out without even a "thank you."

Bad for Greg.

We... We don't know where Greg is.

- We fucking hate Greg. - Yeah.

Yeah, he's the reason we're fucking stuck in here

and he's the reason that your... brother's...

killed Ant.

But we are very, very grateful...

to you.

Yeah, we just got here, yeah?

So we'll work for you. We'll work...

Can any of you losers sing?

Sing?

There's a fucking feast day tomorrow.

Can you sing?

Well, I, uh... I was considered

a bit of a sort in the Durham Revue actually.

Sing.

What exactly did you have in mind when you said you'd like...

♪ All I need is somebody to lean on ♪

Ah. You're here. But I need you here.

It's you,pobrecito.

You will be my little canary.

Oi.

Hey.

You must never allow yourself

to be alone with that man

in a toilet.

We were supposed to have each other's backs.

Since school I've had yours.

Just lie low. If they find us, we're dead.

Get down!

If you want to live, then escape.

Of course I have your back.

Now, where the fuck is Stu?

Mate, what's going on?

Fucking run!

Wait! Don't go there!