Original subtitles

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

[Stu] Apparently, the cocaine factory are always

- looking for new people. - [speaking Spanish]

[Branco] Some more champagne, Señor Gomez?

I currently have a cirrhotic liver, you fucking idiot.

I will tell your friends the truth.

- Greg fucked up. - What are you doing?!

We were always told, call this number

if we hit trouble.

[Davide] I think it is very, um, fashionable, these days,

Señor Gomez, to be a bitch.

[chuckling]

[Selma] Do you know what this is? It's a land mine.

You will place this underneath the seat cushion

on my brother's chair.

[Ryan] Greg wasn't the only one trying to shift drugs

past an international border, was he?

Greg made me do it.

- You lying little shit! - [grunting]

[cracking]

[Branco] Davide!

[birdsong]

- [singsongy] Luba... - [romantic guitar music]

[man singing in Spanish]

- [laughter] - [playful growling]

No, no! [laughter]

[sighs]

[speaking Spanish]

[Branco]

[speaking Spanish]

[muffled groaning]

[Branco]

[door slams]

[chuckles]

[screaming]

[chain rattling]

[growling]

[clinking]

[Ryan] Finally. Are you here to get us out?

[Kai]

[Kai] Bloody hell. Un familia.

[Ryan] What did she... Kai, what did she just say? Kai!

There's a "shoot on sight" order out on us.

We need to lie low. If they find us, we're dead.

How do you get into these fuckers?

You just bite into them.

Ali Baba got all the angles.

Look, how--Ask her even-

Why is she even helping us? Why she brought us here?

William Tell, Kai.

Another man with an apple who loved his boy.

- How's your head, John? - It's a bit hot.

[Ryan] Stu, you just let us know now

if you've got any more secrets hidden up your arse.

- [crowd clamoring] - [lively music]

[speaking Spanish]

[wailing]

[wailing]

[lively music continues]

♪

[crunching]

[loud repeated thudding]

[insects buzzing]

[Gemma] It's fun to have a roommate.

If Selma's gone to the trouble of keeping you alive

and locking you in here,

it's because she needs something from you.

But when she gets that something,

you will be killed.

Can we just not talk? Please.

If you wanna live, then your one option is escape.

If you wanna escape, then your one option, it's me.

Get that door open.

Get me out. I've got a plan.

I am your option.

Why are you locked up in here?

[inhales sharply] Drug mule they charged me with,

which is bullshit, by the way, because I'm totally innocent.

I just trusted some fucking asshole.

No. Why are you locked up in here? In here.

Oh.

Because she's fucking insane.

You're not her friend. You're her pet.

Probably the same reason you are in here. In here.

[clinking]

[Selma] Gomez is on his way, so get ready.

You're doing the work. No more unhelpful surprises.

If it's today, you will be dead by tonight.

[Selma] Come on. I don't want you to be late.

[lock clinks]

[Selma]

Where are they, Miguel?

If Branco finds them first, then we're fucked.

No more mistakes, señora.

I promise we'll find the gringos before Branco.

I want my fucking scapegoats!

♪

Was it in all of our suitcases?

Uh...

I don't know. I can't remember.

That's what it said in the fax from the embassy.

Yeah. Yeah, it was.

Nice, mate, 'cause I lied.

[Ryan] How?

Tell me how, Stu.

The fuck you wanna deny you did it?

Mate, what difference does it make?

How'd you do it?

The fucking...

flight home.

Yeah? The night one.

We booked the late one specially

so that all the luggage would get locked up at the hotel.

Fucking Jesus Christ.

- Who even are you? - Wasn't my idea, was it?

It was fucking Greg that actually planted all the coke.

[John] Fuck off it was Greg.

Who do you think you're shining on at this stage?

You worm.

[scoffs]

Worm?

Is your head all right, John?

You never told a lie, huh?

All I wanted was to be good enough for Sam.

[scoffs] Good enough for Sam?

You really are deluded.

Tell me this, cheeky chops.

Where is Greg?

How the fuck should I know?

He... He made me do it.

He made me do it!

He... You honestly don't know what it was like.

- He was dangerous. - Was?

I know I fucked up. Yeah? I know that.

But look.

Look at this. This.

This could seriously still be our way out of here, Ry.

- Is that a fucking-- - That's a phone.

You told me that Greg had fucking knicked that.

Yeah, I did. I did. But that, that's the thing, right?

I-I just need to... I just need to tell you lot

the truth now. Thought I...

I couldn't find Greg.

He was gone.

Ry, mate, he was gone. By the time

I went to give him this, he was already gone!

And I couldn't tell you that I got in touch with London

without him, could I?

London?

Who the fuck are you supposed to be now,

John Le Carre?

The--The people the coke belonged to have connections.

Yeah? They put a bribe in the right pocket,

we'll be out of here.

This phone just has to ring, and this whole mess is over.

Are you that fucking slow?

The clue's in the name. Mule.

You're expendable. They don't need you.

Phone. Give it. I'll have it.

- No. - Give it!

Ry, help me out.

[Kai] Game over, Stu.

Kai, what are you doing? Sit back down,

you plastic fucking gangster.

- Give it. - Ry--

I don't know what you're always looking to Ryan for, Stu.

'Cause it was him?

When you were off traveling?

Shagging Sam?

Sam?

What... Ry, what's he...

What the f-- What's he saying?

Ry, is...

'Bout time someone said it. Banzai!

Haven't paid for all those bastard swing classes

to look a twat on the dance floor, have I?

How about something a bit more up-tempo

for the father-daughter dance. What do you think?

You was never here.

You know, you was like a fucking ghost.

No one had heard from you in months.

Yeah, you might as well have been fucking dead,

- for all we knew. - What, so you...

You take her home and shag her?

You creepy, manipulative bastard.

- We were... we were sad. - We, we, we, oi.

Have you fucking heard yourself?

We were sad? Who's we, Ry?

This was your big chance! You're a fucking predator, mate!

Boys! Boys!

We agreed. Champagne table cloths, not pink.

I don't give a fuck how much pink pops

in the photograph. We agreed champagne!

Hey... hey, come here.

Come here. You see what you've done to this man?

You know what? I can't take any more of this.

I'm getting out.

Look at how much better life is with you in it, Ry.

Kai literally thought let's get away from ya.

[John] End of the day, she'll get over it, your mother.

She just runs hot and cold.

It's not worth getting in a kerfuffle over.

Don't know what you're looking at me for, John.

It was him who cracked your skull open.

- No, it fucking wasn't. - No?

No, that was you.

This has all been fucking you.

You talk about me being a predator?

- What does that make you, mate? - That's exactly what you are.

Fucking sad man.

You... You are fucking...

You are poison, Stu.

You are poison all the way.

[inhales sharply] Ahh...

Well, look at that.

Look who finally fucking woke up.

[ballad in Spanish playing]

♪

♪

♪

Watchtowers, minefield,

scorpions...

snakes...

And sharks, if we made it to the sea.

And I've been trying to calculate

if you jumped off the cliffs here

whether or not you'd die from it.

Oh.

Yeah.

Lovely.

You lot hearing that? Nice bit of music.

No, Dad. I think they're playing it to torture us.

Anyways, if we got past the minefield

and jumped off the cliffs, we could hit the rocks

and survive with just, you know, broken bones.

Yeah, is this supposed to be helping?

Just figuring out our chance of survival.

So let's get real.

From where we're falling,

the heart attacks would kill us before we even...

[grunts] ...hit the ground.

[insect buzzing]

♪

[suspenseful music]

You know, if we make it out of this...

then that's me and you fucked.

You're saying if--if we somehow get out of here alive,

you're saying that...

this might be the end of our friendship? Is...

Is that what you're saying?

[sighs]

You never even deserved her.

- Yeah? - Yeah. Not one day

out of the lot of them have you ever deserved her.

The world doesn't stop fucking turning

just 'cause you've walked out of the room, dickhead.

- Does it not? - No.

Your actions have got consequences.

And in this case, it was me, lonely.

And it was Sam, lonely.

[grunts]

- You missed. - Yeah?

- Fuck you! - Missed you, huh?

How fucking could you?

[groans]

Fucking traitor! You fucking traitor!

You fucking traitor!

- [lock clicks] - Get it!

Fucking shit!

Get the fuck off me. Get the fuck off.

Kneel down! Which little pig shall I shoot first, huh?

You and Hugo are murderers,

and here the price for that is death.

Why did Hugo do what he did?

Thanks for coming. John Dwyer, father of the bride.

Whoa, we didn't fucking kill anybody!

Hugo didn't even know Ant. He didn't even know him.

Who the fuck is Ant?

He was our friend.

He was our fucking friend they shot in the head.

Do it.

What did you pieces of shit have against Davide?

- Nothing! - I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

We didn't kill anybody! We didn't fucking kill anybody!

When our Sam first brought Stu home for dinner,

I thought, I'll be honest,

this little shit...

I'd rather have that bastard

who puts cats into bins join the bloodline.

Come on, old man.

No, wait, no. He doesn't know what he's doing.

He's been going on.

We've been trying to fucking just figure out

what's fucking... how it works!

- We don't know what's going on! - We got a job.

We was working for your sister so we could pay her back.

And that was it. That's all we've been doing.

Why didn't Hugo want a job at my factory?

Uh, because he--he, um...

He'd already got a job the night before.

She gave it to him.

What was the job? Selma's job?

- She--She--She was-- - She what?!

She wanted him to sing. To--To sing at your party.

Wasn't she there?

She came and collected him, right?

[gunshots]

[distant gunshot]

[Branco] Selma!

What the fuck is that?

Dad?

- [Branco screaming] - [gunshots]

[gunshots continue]

[gunshots]

The phone. We need it to get out.

- Where's the fucking phone? - Dad? Dad!

No, Kai! Kai, you can't go out there!

[distant screaming]

You better be right fucking behind me!

[Ryan] Wait!

- Dad! - [gunshots]

[gunshots]

Right.

[gunshot]

- [gunshot] - [groans]

[Ryan] Wait! Wait! Fuck!

[gunshots]

[speaking Spanish]

[crowd clamoring]

[screaming]

[grunts]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[guard urinating]

[distant gunshot]

- Dad! - Let's go!

John Dwyer.

Dad!

[distant gunshot]

[speaking Spanish]

[radio chirps]

[laughs]

[groaning]

[groaning]

No, no, no. [speaking Spanish]

[guard speaking Spanish]

No, no, no!

[gasping]

[labored breathing]

[breathing stops]

[panting]

[radio chirps]

[breathing heavily]

Hey! Oi!

- What are you having? - [echoing] I'm having

- a whale of a time! - Lovely, the vol-au-vents?

You try the vol-au-vents? Fucking lovely, they were.

[harrowing music]

Oh, what is it?

[radio chirps]

Dad!

Dad! No, no, no, no! No!

Dad, come back!

- [electricity zapping] - [screaming]

[mechanical clunk]

[chattering]

[electric trimmer stops]

[electric crackling]

Dad, please?

[heavy breathing]

[chattering]

[prisoners shouting]

[clamoring]

Dad, can you please come back?

[gunshots]

Wait, wait, wait. Hold on.

We better go before they shoot us.

- The fucking front door's open! - They're escaping.

Stu, the fucking front door's open!

Jesus Christ, they're escaping!

- [laughter] - Come on! Come on!

Now I can get out of here and get the fuck away from you!

[clamoring]

[chuckling]

[Kai] Come back, Dad.

[gasps]

[indistinct shouting]

Dad!

Dad, please, don't leave me alone!

Dad you're not well! Come back!

You need to slow down!

Jesus Christ!

We're headed the wrong way. The church is that way.

Dad, just stay still, please. Please. Please.

[coughing]

[Stu] I trusted you. Fuck you, you cunt dickhead!

- Fucking twat! - I barely touched you.

Not my fucking fault you're built like

a fucking Girl Guide.

What? Fuck you!

[grunts]

I trusted you, you cunt!

Fuck is wrong with you? Fuck you!

[electric humming]

Stu, stop! Stop!

[Stu] We're free! We're free!

- [alarm blaring] - No, Stu, stop!

What the fuck are you doing?

- What are you doing? - The mines are back on.

- [explosion] - [Stu] Get off me!

- [explosion] - Fuck!

[speaking Spanish]

[blaring continues]

[sobbing]

[clamoring]

- [explosion] - [debris patters]

Jesus, Christ, Kai! Jesus Christ!

What is this place? Where the fuck--Where are we?

I just need you to promise me something, all right?

Just need you to stay still for now. Yeah?

Ah. Is she all right though, mate?

Is she--Is she doing all right?

Sam's fine, Dad.

Sam? No, your mum. Your mum.

Is your mum doing all right?

- Is she--Is she happy? - [man crying]

- [explosion] - Fuck!

[groaning]

[man] Marco! Marco!

[yelling in Spanish]

Well, when she walked out, you know...

Fuck me.

Honestly, it--it nearly did me in.

I thought if she was gonna do it,

it would've been when you were little.

It's okay.

It's okay, Dad. Just calm. Calm.

Good for her, you know? I mean...

I think I actually mean that

when I look back on the size of things.

Good for her.

Yeah, Dad, she's happy.

[ragged breath] She's happy.

And I'm--I'm--I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't look in more on you and your sister

when you were, you know...

Can't have been easy for you two either.

It's okay.

You see, my dad, Kai...

My example of fatherhood, he was a...

Well, he was a solid man, my dad, but...

where he grew up, it was just fields.

Just fuckin fields, mate. So he--he didn't get it.

He didn't know how to give it.

And I--I wasn't much better.

But I--I felt it.

I felt it, mate.

I just...

wish I'd shown you more.

Wish I'd shown your mum more.

[sniffles]

How are you?

What are you crying for, eh?

Come on, then. Let's hug it out.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, Dad, please. Just stay still.

- [mine chirps] - [explosion]

[debris pattering]

[high pitched ringing]

[somber music]

[no audible dialogue]

[ringing continues]

- [ringing fades] - [cell phone ringtone]

[panting]

[ringtone playing]

Is...

Is... I-Is that my phone?

Is that my fucking phone ringing?

Ry, can you hear that?

Kai!

- [ringtone continues] - Kai!

Kai!

Throw the phone, Kai!

Jesus fucking Christ. Have a heart.

He fucking lost his...

Kai, Kai.

Throw the phone.

- Fuck the phone. - Throw the phone!

- Kai, Throw the phone! - Fuck you!

Throw the phone!

Fuck you! Fuck you, Stu! Fuck you!

The fucking phone! The phone, Stu!

Get me out of here!

How are we gonna do that?

How are we gonna do that?

[ringtone continues]

I don't wanna die here! I don't wanna fucking die!

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

I'm sorry, but...

Please, I wanna live! Get me out!

We can't! We can't help you!

But you, you can still help us!

Kai, you can-- you can still help us.

[distant gunfire]

[distant gunfire]

[ethereal music]

[Stu] Throw the phone, mate.

It's ringing!

Please! Please, just throw me it!

- [ringtone continues] - Please!

Just throw me it!

Please, please. Just throw me it.

[ringtone continues]

Please.

Fuck you!

[ringtone continues]

[wailing]

[sobbing]

[ringtone continues]

Stu, Guppy here.

[laughing]

What the fuck have you done?

You fucking killed us.

What the fuck have you done, Kai? You fucking killed us!

Is that--This was our way out!

You fucking killed us!

[somber music]

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck.

Fucking hell.

[Ryan] Fucking, this guy.

Tough spot, huh?

[Kai] Help me!

Very tough spot that your friend is in.

Well, I have an indecent proposal to make to you two.

You guys, you want to escape, right? Huh?

Yes. Fuck, yeah.

[Kai] Boys, what's happening?

And I think I overheard something

that you needed this, no?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

[Kai] Boys!

Ryan, please!

- Stu, let's leave... - Somebody talk to me!

Wait, wait, wait!

Stu, where are you going?

Wait, wait, wait. Don't leave! Don't leave!

You can help me, man!

Ryan, please!

Don't fucking leave me out here!

Ryan, I'm still here!

[tense music]

[mine chirps]

♪

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