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

Yeah, otherwise, why would they arrest all of us?

I can make all of this go away.

All I need is a phone.

You did so well, Clementine.

I'm not a surgeon. I'm a vet.

Come in here, you losers. Sing.

♪ Ahhhh ♪

All your friends in here, they all think

this is my fucking fault and only my fault.

What are you...

You must never allow yourself to be alone

with that man in a toilet.

♪ Na, na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na, na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Here comes the hotstepper ♪

♪ Murderer ♪

♪ I'm the lyrical gangster ♪

♪ Still love you like that ♪

Where's that chicken?

I am not a bad person.

No, no. Of course not.

No. Not bad.

I... I was defending my friends.

I was, I promise. You got to believe me.

I don't know because I'm pretty sure you killed your friends

then stuffed them down toilets.

Hmm? I'm pretty sure that's you.

I... I didn't mean to kill him.

- Hmm. - I swear, promise.

Don't say a-anything.

- Hmm. - You gotta believe me.

Hey, do we believe him? Hmm?

We think he's a liar, don't we? Hmm?

We think he better do what we ask him to...

or else we talk.

Don't we? Hmm?

I...

Because I need you and you need me.

Don't you?

You're gonna play them with chicken.

Yes?

It was here.

Jesus. One job!

Do you know what?

You really know how to shit the tent, Kai.

- I didn't shit the tent! - Proper.

It was here. The chicken was here the whole time.

I don't understand.

Right, shoes.

- What? - I want your shoes.

Why should I be the one walking round

getting God knows what on my feet

when you let the chicken I bought go?

I didn't let the chicken go, Dad. I didn't.

What do you want me to say, Kai?

I'm sorry, but we're not tucked up in bed reading

Horton Hears a fucking Who! Anymore, are we, son?

What we are is hungry.

Try starving.

Okay. Shoes. Fine.

Take the shoes. They don't fit you anyway.

I'm a seven.

And what are we gonna eat, Kai?

All right.

That's my fucking chicken.

Oh. Was this already ours?

Stu, seriously, where did you find that chicken?

I... I... I can't guarantee I can sell this idea.

It's no problem.

You give them the chicken, then you are a hero.

And then you have to say this.

So, look, I've got an idea.

Apparently,

the cocaine factory are always looking for new people.

Who? The what?

They make coke here. Like openly.

We could get ourselves down there tomorrow,

make a bit of coin.

That one chicken won't go far, right?

We need to make money to buy food.

Hate to run up Stu's arse, but...

Probably wouldn't hurt with that mad Selma bint

if we could show her we're at least pulling in

some money for ourselves, right?

Easter Saturday tomorrow,

most people here will be at home, observing it.

We turn up ready to work, might put us over the top.

Now, what boss doesn't like a hard worker?

Just gonna go for a slash.

What are you doing?

It is what it is, yeah.

Stupid really. I'm just, um... I'm still thinking of Ant.

Yeah, I can see that.

I should've been there for him, John.

I should've seen him off, you know?

Right, look alive. Outside. We're having a service for Ant.

Like, now, though?

Get up. We all need some closure.

Who's going to say something?

I fucking love you, Ant.

It was always the three of us.

And then the four.

Then the four of us.

Anthony, I watched you grow up.

You were a little shit,

but little boys are supposed to be little shits.

You were kind, though, too,

and you stayed kind.

Most men don't.

He was funny.

He was fucking funny.

He deserved better than this.

To me, Ant...

Like fuck you're saying anything.

Ry.

Probably still got parts of him under your fingernails,

you fucking psycho.

Ry.

You know, he was pretty fucking at home picking parts

of him up off the floor, Kai.

So, I'm thinking maybe Greg had helped him.

Maybe that was you, right? So shut up.

Who, Kai?

Kai had nothing to do with any drug trafficking.

Thanks, Dad.

Whoever dreams these sort of schemes up has to be smart.

So look at it for what it is. It's hardly gonna be Kai, is it?

Hey.

Ow! Balls!

- Sí? - Sí.

- Como? - Sí!

Qué?

♪ Ave Maria ♪

- Wonderful. - I'm glad you like it.

It's, uh... It's outside of, like, my natural range.

Well, I could not tell.

- Do you know what this is? - No.

It's a land mine. Each Easter,

families gather for dinner to be together,

to give thanks.

It is a special time.

And this year our boss, Senor Gomez,

is coming for dinner and the burning of Judas.

That is when you will place this

underneath the seat cushion of my brother's chair.

He will seat there for 10, maybe 20 minutes before going to bed.

He always does. Then when he stands up,

boom.

Um...

Uh, why would you?

Who would go through the trouble of using a land mine

when knives and bullet exist?

It will look as though Branco was killed by opportunists.

Extreme, unsophisticated opportunists.

He's my brother.

It should not look as though I killed him.

Jesus Christ.

Um...

Um...

I... I... I'm in finance and I'm risk confident,

but when I'm taking a risk, there has to be a reward.

Carefully tell me what you want.

I need to escape.

I don't belong here.

My bet is that you can arrange that.

That you can get me out.

Please.

Yes, it is possible.

Just you, not your little friends.

So, now,

once more from the top.

Uh...

♪ Ah ♪

Come on. Senior Gomez will be here soon.

Keep out of his way.

Ciao, bella.

Davide.

Should we kiss or should we save that for Christmas?

Ooh, let's wait, sweetheart.

We shouldn't indulge ourselves too much at Easter.

We're not heretics.

Baby, could you check on the fish for me?

Ti amo, amore.

Got him well trained, haven't you?

Haven't I just.

You'll have to tell me your secret.

Well, I suppose I just don't treat him

like he's a fucking idiot, Selma.

- And are those for us? - Yes.

How nice.

They'll look lovely in the spare bedroom's toilet.

This is Hugo.

Hugo will be singing for us later.

Branco's been told.

Ooh.

Hello.

Staff over there.

Perfecto.

Oh, shit!

Oi, Dad! Can you plop your teeth back in

and stop dropping sacks like a sad old twat?

I'll show you "sad old twat."

Wait.

No, no, no, no.

Dad, what is this? Come on, mate.

- Get up. - Eh!

Eh!

Can you stop showing off, please?

Go on. Get up.

Hey, what the fuck happened?

What happened? Are we fucking out of here?

Did you get the phone to Greg?

I found Greg, okay?

He took the phone.

What?

That's it. He vanished.

I'm sorry, Ry. I... I... I messed up.

But I've been dreading tell you this.

Vamos! Trabajar.

- Can you guys get back to work? - Fuck off, Kai.

Tell me more about it later.

Did you okay this?

What? Where's the fire?

Yes, she mentioned a chorister.

Give the thing a touch of class for Gomez.

I don't like surprises, okay?

Okay, baby?

Especially if they're from her.

Always trying to bloody control everything.

He's arrived Branco. Come on.

The dinner is for Gomez, not Selma.

- What are you doing here? - What are you doing here?

And what the fuck have you come as?

You look like something

they might pull out the back of a sick horse.

Do you know anything about this fucking VIP?

You need to speed up, mate.

Do you wanna do it, do you?

I'm just telling you what Luba said.

You need to be bricking it as fast as they're mixing...

Why don't you eat my dick, Kai?

Do you want me to tell her you said that?

Oh, just 'cause you speak Spanish, right?

Doesn't change anything.

Doesn't make you Antonio fucking Banderas, does it?

Right? You're still the same bitch

who shits in tents, loses chickens...

I didn't lose the chicken.

Jesus.

Oh, shit. Sorry, sorry. I think that was me.

I opened up a window in the toilet.

She says they're not alarmed, mate.

Ah!

Hmm?

Thank you again, all, for speaking in English.

Davide's Spanish is coming on,

but I'm afraid he's not quite a pro yet.

And it's his home, too.

He should know what the hell is being said at the table,

shouldn't he?

Food should arrive shortly, Senor Gomez.

Been seeing to it myself. It should be a wonderful...

Not much appetite left. I'll eat what I eat.

Salut.

Cheers.

Hmm.Grazie.

I don't get it. If he's such a VIP,

then why have they got a vet operating on him?

They're not telling him I'm a vet, are they?

It was supposed to be that doctor-y weirdo

doing the transplant, but he's still seeing double

since Ant brained him.

So I'm plan B.

They're trying to pass me off

as some fucking Harley Street whiz.

What do you think they'll do to me, Hugo,

if someone they're scared of dies on my watch?

Some more champagne, Senor Gomez?

I currently have a cirrhotic liver, you fucking idiot.

Lost your sense of humour, Selma?

Hmm?

Somewhere else you'd rather be?

No. Thinking about work.

Never not working, Branco.

I'm sure you almost remember how it is.

Hmm. You know, I think it is very, um...

fashionable these days, Senor Gomez, to be a bitch.

It is true.

But you know what?

I like it. I like bitches.

Hear him? He likes it.

He likes it,cabrones.

Hmm.

Being in here, Clem, all this...

I think I need to pull a lot of my life choices into review.

Like the credit cards for kids?

Bro! It will boost their credit. If anything, I'm helping them.

Right, what are you saying?

I'm saying...

It's great.

This is an actual land mine.

I'm supposed to slip this under Branco's cushion.

I cut a deal with Selma.

I do this, she says she can get me out.

Just me. I asked about the rest of you, but it's just me.

But I think you should tell her I told you.

Use it as leverage to get yourself out with me.

Otherwise, you'll threaten to tell her brother.

I...

Vamos.

What the...

Kai, Kai, shush, mate, shush.

- What the hell? - No, no, no, no.

Wait, it's not fair, is it,

you're not giving me a chance to explain?

Well, go on then.

There's this guy. He's a janitor.

- Mm-hmm. - Well, why is that a secret?

He's not meant to be working today, is he?

If she finds out he's here, he's gonna get it in the neck.

He was meant to descale the pipes

before they broke up for Easter.

Hmm.

Well, we should be helping each other out.

The little guys.

Right, yeah. All right.

Thank you, mate. You did the right thing there.

Yeah. Yeah, time.

That's what I was saying. We have... We need to work.

Come on. Cack to work.

We're not finished here, Stu.

This is Clementine. She's our gifted surgeon.

We're very lucky to have her here with us.

You've done this operation before?

Yes.

Clementine.

Many times?

Many times.

It has been bad for me, living in this condition.

A bad liver does not suit a man

who's forced to move as much as I am.

From a devil to an angel.

One thing growing older teaches you, gratitude.

So I humbly thank you both.

Mmm.

Selma, may I have a word?

Uh, no. I don't think so, Clem.

Run along, please.

No, I don't think this should wait.

If she wants to talk to you, you talk to her, Selma.

Come on. Not everything must be so difficult.

What is it, Clem?

I really thought you were smarter than this.

I'm prepared to go in there and tell him. I am.

I could scream it, right here. I could just screa...

Shut up for a second.

Generally speaking, I like meeting a woman

who's unafraid to push for herself.

But the day you've chosen to push me

is far from fucking general, understand?

Fine. It'll be the two of you.

- Tonight? - Not tonight.

You still need to operate on Gomez.

Once it's done.

I'm going back...

wherever Hugo is.

You need him alive, so safest place for me.

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

Andale.

Oi.

Don't you want to be getting out of here before Luba sees?

Oi. Mate.

Mate. Mate.

Do you actually work here?

Will you believe anything that you are told?

Are you idiot?

Brrr.

♪ Na, na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na, na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na, na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na, na-na-na ♪

Very generous, Branco.

Good of you to go through the trouble.

Branco was telling me when you girls were outside

how he misses the way things used to run around here.

Was he now? And which parts does he miss?

Well, I just think the way

things used to be done around here had a bit more...

Balls.

You really are such a dull bastard.

Whoa, eh, come on! Eh!

Natural order is it when a woman sits

at the top of a jungle?

I mean, what's next? Cats fucking dogs?

Or sandwiches eating people?

All right, enough.

You know, he's campaigned for months

to host it here for Easter, Senor Gomez,

rather than at mine.

He thought he was going to do such a good job

at impressing you with a lot of crabs.

That you'd suddenly think he's fit

to be put back in charge of the place.

Laughable.

I only came here to meet the Harley Street doctor

and look her in the eye.

I've done that. I'm leaving.

Sing.

I said fucking sing!

♪ Ave Maria ♪

♪ Na, na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na-na-na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na-na-na ♪

Dad, get up.

Oh, good. Here he is. The gaffer.

Why does everyone always take the piss out of me, hmm?

Why's it always gotta be like that?

Probably best if you don't press me for an answer

on that one, Son.

I'm only trying to do my best, Dad.

I know you are, Kai. I know you are.

Can't be easy being you, can it?

You just don't fit. You never have.

It's not your fault.

If you don't mind me saying, Son,

it's exhausting to be around.

So if you wouldn't mind.

Come on.

♪ Na, na-na-na-na ♪ ♪ Na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Here comes the hotstepper ♪

♪ Murderer ♪

♪ I'm the lyrical gangster ♪

♪ Murderer ♪

I knew it.

Kai?

Kai?

Hello in there, Stewart.

We're gonna talk about shitting intense.

Enough.

This isn't finished, yes?

Clearly, you've got some sort of a stick up your ass.

Which we should remove.

For now, though, it's still Easter.

I always knew it was you, Stu.

Why do I allow myself to take the blame?

Why do I allow people to take the piss out of me?

It's about time I call time.

Stu?

Where'd you get the chicken, Stu?

Kai, mate, what's gotten into you?

You were so convinced it was me because I was so messed up.

Even though we were all messed up.

And you know what you guys are like.

I was going to say anything about it, was it?

- And it might've been me. - Yeah.

But it wasn't. I didn't shit in the tent.

You did, Stu.

You did.

Jesus, mate. We were only ever having a laugh.

Your janitor friend fell out of the wall, by the way.

- So? - So?

Who was he, mate?

What the fuck?

She wants to know why I opened the door?

I can make a guess.

Shall I put it to her, Stu?

Someone left through the front door. Who was that?

It was me, Ry.

I shit the tent in the Isle of Wight.

It was me, all right? You happy?

- You what? - Yeah.

I was... I was completely spangled.

I was full of pills and I'm not gonna admit that.

'Cause obviously why would I admit that?

It was just a little white lie.

I didn't... All right? So...

Do you actually know what you're doing here then?

Yes. No. I...

- Which one? - She showed me how to arm it.

I think maybe you should be somewhere else.

Just in case.

We're getting out of here, yeah?

I'll be over there, okay? Okay?

Yeah, Stu, what exactly is happening here?

He, uh... He...

Greg.

Greg made me do it.

You lying shithead!

I swear. I swear.

You fucking lying little cunt!

Wait. Wait.

You lie! Fucking get off of me!

Fucking get off me, Ryan!

I'll fucking kill you! Get off, Kai!

- Fuck off, mate! - The fuck!

Get the fuck off me!

Oh, fuck. I can't see.

- Just stop. - I can't fucking see.

Stop. Stop.

Fucking hell, Dad.

Fucking hell.

- John? - Dad.

- Dad. - John.

Dad.

Oh, John.

Help yourself, why don't you?

Hugo, wasn't it?

Such a beautiful name.

Why don't you come sit over here, Hugo.

Hmm?

Besides me.

We can get to know each other.

I'm so sorry about the whiskey.

Nonsense. It's okay.

I know the feeling all too well.

Come away from there. Come closer to me.

Come on over here and tell me about yourself.

I want to know where you're from. What...

What is that?

I'm recording our conversations for the CIA.

I think maybe I should go actually.

Wait here, Hugo. Wait, please. I know people.

I can help you escape here, okay?

I bet you would like to escape, yes?

Yes?

You will be amazed at the ways I can help you.

Please don't tell the others what you've seen.

This is for Selma!

Hugo.

Branco needs you in the garden.

Davide?

Davide!

Davide?

♪ Ave Maria ♪

Dad.

He's his pops.

Oh, thank God.

- Thank God. - Jesus Christ.

You're okay?

Dad, are you okay?

Who the fuck are you?

- John. - Wait, wait.

It's all right.

Calm down, Dad. It's all right.

It's me... Kai. Dad? Dad, it's me.

- Dad. - John.

- Dad! - John.

Dad?