All language subtitles for Revolver.2005.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC5.1-[YTS.MX]

One thing I've learnt
in the last seven years--

In every game and con,
there is always an opponent,

there is always a victim.

The trick is to know
when you're the latter

$0 you can become the former.

Just got to take care
of one little problem and it's yours.

I don't want this to haunt me, Paul.

Bury that shareholder, deep.

Today is the last you'll hear of it.

Casino will be yours by morning.

Oh, and by the way,

Jake Green got out today.

Seven years goes by quick,
doesn't it?

Have someone keep
an eye on him for a while.

Dorothy Macha,

the man responsible for the time I served--

A man who'll pass a death sentence

quicker than you'll pass the salt.

How deep did you bury
that shareholder, Paul?

Deep.

Are you sure
this is a good idea?

He has to pay us
something, doesn't he?

You got more money
than you could ever spend.

That's all you think about nowadays.

He owes me, and he owes you.

Now he has to pay.

It's cause and effect.

But he still has to pay.

He has to pay something.

Anything.

I need to see him squirm.

Every man has a weakness.

His...

he'll eat a yard of his own shit

before he'll look bad in public.

Macha's been busy building himself an empire,

and he's done well.

Very well.

He hasn't seen me for nine years,

but he'll know I'm here
before I've crossed the state line.

French Paul, his gravedigger to the stars.

He'll tell him to throw me out the door I came in.

But I know Macha.

He won't send me packing
till he's shown his audience

that he's still the boss

by giving me a mouthful of words
that taste like bullets.

Sorry, sir. This table is closed.

Send him up.

I'm not sure that's a good idea, Mr. D.

He's got better. I mean, a lot better.

All the tables are closed.

Send him up, Paul.

Like I said, every man has a weakness.

Mine? I don't like tight spaces.

Twenty.

Hold on.

Then we'll take
the stairs, eh, Billy?

You wanna walk 20 flights, Jake?
Don't be silly.

Don't like to feel trapped.

Never did, never will.

Why should a man do
what he doesn't like to do?

Look, Jake, if you wanna
take the stairs, we'll take the stairs.

There's always a choice.

What's wrong with the stairs?

Go on. Be all right.

Now I've got to spend
the next two minutes shaking,

sweating like a crack whore
clucking for a fix.

Should've taken the stairs,

'cause it's getting very, very tight in here.

I'm afraid it's only two
at the table, Mr. Green.

Freddy, you're done.

Have a seat, Mr. Green.

I hear you've done
very well for yourself.

Against all the odds.

Well, they do say,

the harder the battle,
the sweeter the victory.

I've been warned
if I let you sit down at this table,

I might regret it.

They say you've become
very ambitious in your maturing

and you now wish
to acquire yourself a business...

a business like my business.

But we both know what you are,
don't we, Jake?

You're a man who needs a master.

You're an employee.

So what's in it for me?

The pleasure of doing
an old employee a favor

by reminding him of the position

nature chose for him.

Rade, how much you got?

What's that
got to do with you?

Toss you for it.

He's got you there, Rade.

It's not worth a heart attack.
Get on with it.

I'll toss you for a tenth.

You're a risk-taker
of the highest caliber,

ain't you, Rade?

I'll take red.

Very impressive, Mr. Green.

You've honed those talents
most skillfully.

Pay the man his money, Billy.

You have to teach me
that trick sometime.

You're on.

I'll toss you for everything
under your chin.

There isn't a problem, is there, Mr. D?

You got a big mouth
on a small head, sunshine.

I'll take purple.

You're on.

Come on.

Mr. Green?

Mr. Macha would appreciate it
if you came back to the table.

I haven't finished with him yet.

Now would be a good time.

I think it's time to fly,
don't you, Jake?

- Excuse me.
- Hey, coming through.

Relax.

You're in trouble, Mr. Green.
We could help.

Thank you.

Taking the stairs.

Body's not listening
to the brain no more.

Should feel pain,
but the mind's been frozen...

caught by a puzzle that it can't solve.

It was the man with the card.

How did he know
what he couldn't know?

He got lucky, Mr. D, that's all.

Fuck luck! The man's a danger.

Since he's been out,
he's made a fortune, Mr. D.

He's fat and comfortable.

He's got what he wanted.

I'm sure we won't be
hearing from him again.

He ate seven years, Paul.

Seven years doesn't taste nice.

Not to mention the accident
with his brother's wife.

And what the fuck does
"I haven't finished with him yet" mean?

Get rid of him.

And I don't want any mistakes.

No crackheads with sharp sticks

acting like silly fucking gangsters.

You take Sorter and Slim Biggins,

you do it quickly, you do it quietly.

We don't know
what caused the blackout,

but we've run some blood tests,

and we'll have the results
within a few hours.

It's a miracle you didn't sustain
any damage from your fall.

Can I go now?

Once you put
your clothes back on.

And we'll call you back
with the results.

All right. Look,
I'll take him on back.

Billy, you go home.
It's late.

Go easy now, yeah?

Get down!

Move!

- Joe!
- Jake!

- Joe!
- Move! Get out of here!

Get in the fucking car!

- Go!
- But--

Get in the car.

If I wanted you dead,
I would've shot you already.

Sit back and be quiet.

And here he is again.

Following disasters
like pain follows pleasure.

What?

You missed?

Sorter never fucking misses.

I don't know what happened.

Something went wrong.

I had him in my sights...

three times.

You never miss,
let alone three times.

Somebody told him
we was coming.

Something is
very wrong here.

Yeah, something's
fucking wrong all right.

Don't make me angry, Slim.

I might have missed him,
but I ain't gonna miss you,

not at this range.

Maybe it's better
you just drive.

Doreen, Mr. Green.

Mr. Green, Doreen.

Good morning, Mr. Green.

Avi.

Mr. Green.

Mr. Green, Avi.

Sit down.

I gather
you're quite the player.

I'm a bit
of an enthusiast myself.

I thought...maybe
we could have a few games.

I think you should tell me
what's going on, don't you?

We have your medical results
from the hospital.

It's not important
how we got them.

What is important,
however, is...

what it has to say.

You will die within three days
from a very unpleasant ailment

that contaminates
your blood and organs.

Thanks, fellas.

Get back to you
on this one, yeah?

Mr. Green.

30 seconds
and you can be on your way.

Longer you listen,
the sweeter the pitch.

30 seconds.

We've already saved
your life once.

The next time
will not be for free.

We shall assist you
under two conditions.

These conditions
are not negotiable.

Oh, I'm being grafted.

Condition one...

we will bleed you dry.

Have to pawn a pet shop before
you bleed me dry, my friend.

You will give us
every penny you have got.

- This is a con.
- It is only natural...

...that you think that you
are somehow being conned,

but think a little harder

and you'll realize
that this is not a trick.

Now, condition two...

you will do as we tell you
without argument.

This includes answering
any questions that are asked.

You don't have a lot of time.

And in reality,
you don't have a choice.

Now the most sensible thing to do
would be to get a second opinion.

Macha has unleashed
his legions.

We can protect you
from the dangers you face.

That is our deal.

You have three hours
to decide.

After that, you will be
beyond our help.

Think I'm gonna part
with my hard-earned cash

for a set of homemade
hospital results?

I don't think so. Not today.

I don't have good news,
I'm afraid, Mr. Green.

They've thought this one through, all right.

Oh, they're smart.

Smart as a pair of little boy's shoes.

She has to be in on it.

That's how they got the results.

Gotta find someone they couldn't have got to.

Well, Jake...

we...

there's no easy way
to tell you this.

You...

you have a rare blood disease.

How'd they get to him?

He's in on it.

More than a few days,
I would think--

- How much they pay you?
- What?

- Who?
- How much?

What are you talking about?

You got five seconds.

Five.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

- Four.
- But I--

- Three. Two.
- I don't know!

I have no idea what
you're talking about!

When you're winning,
who thinks about losing?

But when you're faced
with what I'm looking at...

a new and cold reality dawns.

A fact we like to ignore...

you can not win.

The only prize they guarantee
when you play this game

is that you will lose.

It's only a question of when.

I made a mistake.

You never miss,
so why now?

And why three times?

Well, I had a bad feeling.

Feeling?

I'm not sure if I paid you
to have feelings,

now did I, Sorter?

I paid you because you're
the best in the business.

Why would you let feelings
confuse that relationship?

Hmm?

Listen to me.

Urgency has become
something of an issue...

so if you could restrain
those feelings

until you've completed
the mission,

I would be most grateful.

Do you think
you could do that for me?

Sure.

I'd appreciate it.

If there's one thing
I've learnt about experts,

they're experts on fuck all.

If there's a rule, you can bend it.

If there's a law, it can be broken.

And from now on, I'm breaking all the rules...

because desperate men do desperate deeds.

Cash just seems
to remain king, doesn't it?

New bills. Not too many
of them in this town.

Mmm-mmm!

I love a new bill.

Represents so much hope.

Look how clean
and stiff it is.

It even smells proud.

Your work starts now.

You'll be driving.

We are--

And I apologize
for the unnecessarily dramatic moniker--

loan sharks.

People hate and fear us
just like you

will learn to hate and fear us.

We know how much
you love a dollar bill,

and it won't be easy watching them
fall through your hands,

because it will be your money
that we will be loaning.

Don't say a word.

Just hold the bag, and if we nod,
leave it on the table.

There is nothing left.

It's a very sad story,
Mr. Horowitz.

My sympathies are
with you and your colleague.

Maybe I am being conned.

Maybe I am being fooled.

Excuse us for having to know
the reason for your loan,

but we have to assess
our clients very carefully.

They say the sentence has been passed,
the certificate signed.

So? What's the point?

The point is, this is the only option.

If you snap those fingers at me again,
I'll fucking break 'em.

You know our rates, right?

And our policies?

No offense, gentlemen,
but you have a reputation.

I wouldn't be speaking
to you if I had a choice.

It's a strange thing,

but I still don't like to give it away.

I know I can't take it with me,

so why the pain?

Why the fuck does it still hurt?

And greasing the sheaths
of these two pricks

isn't making it any easier.

What did I sign up for?

I try to make sense out of it.

Not now,

'cause it doesn't make sense.

Hang the old brain up for a while.

It's just been getting me
into trouble anyway.

Just know if you start a job,
then finish it.

In three days,
we'll have it.

- I promise.
- Yes, you will.

Goddamn right.

Their idea of discretion
is to choose a motel

whose only clients are blood,
come, and Afro Sheen.

Here, make yourself at home.

You'll be hearing from us.

We can't see Gold.

What are you talking about?
I've been here for an hour.

They're the ones
who asked for this meeting!

Apparently
no one sees Gold.

We got one
of his representatives.

Walker.

- Lily Walker?
- That's right.

Hi.

Mr. Macha,
I don't think we've met.

I'm Miss Walker.

I work for Mr. Gold.
Do you mind if we walk?

No, no.

I understand
you've been commissioned

to do some work for us.

I thought it might be a good idea
if we had a little chat.

Make sure
you understand the gravity

of the endeavor
you've undertaken.

Yeah, yeah,
I do, I understand.

Everything's set.
The date hasn't changed.

- I'll get the powder by Friday.
- Good.

Mr. Gold has put his faith in you,

and he has people to please.

We've heard you might
be having some problems.

No, no, no, no.

We don't like publicity,
Mr. Macha.

No, neither do I.

I won't let you down.
I won't let Mr. Gold down.

So we're clear?

Mr. Gold
doesn't give more time.

Or second chances.

Good day.

There's your money. What now?

Have a seat.

We need to know how much time you did
and who you did it with.

- Why?
- Why?

The deal is we ask the questions.

I had two choices inside--

14 years normal time
or 7 years solitary.

I chose the solitary.

I spent 20 hours a day locked up
in between two salty convicts.

I've been down there for more years
than I care to remember.

One was a chess master,
the other a master con man.

Never seen or spoken
to each other,

but they might as well
have been married,

they knew so much
about one another.

Once a day, the library on wheels
would be pushed around

by a pair of axe-murdering twins

who pushed the trolley
for 22 years.

My neighbors used
to write down chess moves

and concepts of the con

on the back pages of books
based on subjects like

Theoretical Astrophysics
Part Four,

and The Mathematics
of Quantum Mechanics.

They just used them
for their con.

I used to intercept the books

because I was sandwiched
in between their cells.

Dangerous combination...

chess and cons.

These boys were locked up
for ten years with no distractions,

nothing to do but think about
how to steal one another's pieces.

Oh, yeah, they thought.
They really thought.

I was under the impression
that I was the clever bastard before I went in,

but these boys were
a completely different class.

Head tricksters
of the premier division.

Their sole ambition
was to create the ultimate con

and win the ultimate game,

always thinking quicker,
always thinking bigger.

Gradually they thought they'd
found a formula to the con.

Check. A formula
to win the ultimate win.

The formula.

I couldn't understand
the depth of it,

but they were confident
it was real,

and I believed them.

After all, they'd been right
on everything else.

So now they felt
they'd had their moment

and it was time for them to leave
the confines of their cell.

The concrete and steel
wasn't even mentioned.

I didn't even doubt them.

They got whatever
they wanted anyway.

You could smell their food
through 12 inches of concrete.

Bastards knew
it used to drive me mad.

Oh, you bastards.

We were all gonna go together.
They swore to me...

"You're coming with us,
Jake."

I trusted them.
Never for a second did I doubt them.

Next day, they were gone
without a trace.

For the next week,
the authorities tore the place apart.

Couldn't find evidence
of their existence, let alone their exit.

They just evaporated.

Check.

Two years later I was out,

but those two knew
everything about me.

Everything.

All my dirty little secrets--

How much money I had,
where I kept it.

Hustling bastards
cleaned me out.

They didn't leave so much
as a pair of socks, only a note.

Rule one...

"You only get smarter
by playing a smarter opponent.”

But I had their formula,

and it worked.

It really worked.

Not doing you
much good now, is it?

Checkmate.

He needs to get moving.

Give him the addresses.

Why are they dragging this on?

Just clean me out in one hit.

They want me to suffer.

These twisted bastards
are making me pay...

pay for my own pain.

A part of me dies
every time I think about it.

They found a weakness,

caught me fair and square,
crosshaired, blindfolded,

wrapped and packed and cooked,

hard-boiled, well done,

stick a fork in me and see if I'll bleed.

Checkmate.

You're quite good at this game.

Stuck in a trance,
somewhere between hell and a hard place.

What I want now is a little peace.

Where are you?

The old lady's house.

Does she have it?

Of course she doesn't have it.

She's barely got a heartbeat.

Where the hell is this woman
gonna get that kind of money?

That's what she owes.
Any furniture?

No.

Take the dog.

I'm not taking the dog.

Then take the TV.

TV don't work.

Then get your ass over here.

How do you sleep at night?

How'd we do?

Ask the man.

No thanks, darling.

Time's up. Let's go!

Mr. Green.
You took your time.

Did you get anything
from the old lady?

No.

Did you get anything
from Horowitz?

- No.
- Why not?

Because he didn't have it.

Listen, pal,
either he pays or you pay.

I pay anyway.

Don't be a smartass.

Look, man,

we're not sending you
out to polish doorknobs.

You gotta get with it, man.

Doreen, take his car.

You're coming with us.

What is this?

Where was security?

They gassed them.
We found them tied up.

Hold tight, Mr. Green.

It was a 12-ton
Hermann & Ziegler safe, Mr. D.

It was impossible to break into.

Well, obviously it wasn't
fucking impossible to move,

now was it, Paul?

What did anyone take it for?

We don't even use
that safe, do we, Paul?

Checkmate.

How in the hell did you do that?

Paul?

Not usually, no.

Sam Gold's powder
was in there.

It came in yesterday.

No, Paul. You're wrong.

Try again.

You stupid motherfucker.

That shit'll rattle him.

The fuck was it doing
on one of our properties?

Why don't you
just fucking rape me, Paul?

Pull the troops together.

Break some bones,
hurt some people.

- Results. You hear me?
- I'll take care of it.

You're damn straight
you're gonna fucking take care of it.

The word "excuse"

does not exist
in Sam Gold's lexicon.

We're the walking dead
until you fucking remedy this situation.

- You understand?
- I'll take care of it.

No, I said do you understand?

- Yes.
- You'd better.

In the meantime,
get some more powder.

I don't care where it comes from

or how much it costs, just get it.

There's only one man that can get us
that amount on such short notice.

Who?

Lord John.

No way.

I'm not nourishing
the competition.

That's twice
the market price.

Come to us to do business

and don't have the money,

waste my time.

Fat Dan, tell the cocksucker
to get out of my office.

Point his compass to a boy bar.

Sorry we can't help,
Mr. Paul.

Tony'll show you the way out.

All right, hold on.

Hold on.

I am prepared to talk.

Talk.

Do you think I have time to talk?

Tell him to go to some scab-covered
old whore and fuckin' talk.

Pete, if you wanna talk,

go talk to the man
who made you them shoes.

I'm too fuckin' busy to talk.

Talk.

What do you wanna talk about?

- Okay, get it.
- What?

Am I having déja vu, Paul?

Didn't I just say get it?

This is Sam Gold
I've found myself chained to!

Mr. Black Magic!

Mr. "I run this game" Gold!

Not some plastic gangster
with a pocketknife for backup.

Gold doesn't give
second chances, Paul.

I want in, and I want rewards.

Got it?

Paul?

When you make the deal,

keep both eyes on that untrustworthy,
greedy motherfucker.

They accept the price?

Yes.

Okay.

They must be desperate.

So set up the transaction, Dan.

Give the deal to Skinny Pete.

Skinny Pete.

Tell him to take enough firepower

to quell any fuckups.

One more thing...

Don't trust those dogs.

If they make you smile,

it's only to steal the gold
that's hiding there.

If anyone asks...

you don't speak the language.

After you, Mr. Green.

I'm taking the stairs.

What's the problem,
Mr. Green?

Don't like elevators.

- What are you scared of?
- Are you fucking deaf?

I said I just don't like them.

Well, tough,
'cause you're getting in.

Everything?

Everything?

He wants a fucking war,

I'm gonna give him
a fucking war!

I don't think
it was Lord John, Mr. D.

He knows you'd
come looking for him.

Well, he's not
far from wrong, is he?

"Cause that is exactly
what I am gonna fuckin' do.

Macha set us up,

and you slept through it.

Why didn't you see this coming,
fat boy?

I'll take the stairs.

Before we do anything, Mr. D,

we have to get Sam Gold his powder.

- Don't pull the trigger on the Lord--
- Shut your fucking mouth!

- I'm getting out.
- You ain't going nowhere.

We might as well
have just given it to him.

- I'm not.
- I said you're staying right here.

Get rid of the Lord...

there will be consequences.

Do I look like I'm afraid
of the consequences?

- I'm taking the stairs.
- You ain't going nowhere!

You motherfucker, listen!

Look at me!

You think I'm afraid
of the fucking consequences?

- Take the stairs!
- You listen to me!

Sit down.
Get back. Sit down.

You open your mouth
one more fucking time,

I'll blow your fucking head off!

Fuck him!

Fuck him.

Fuck the consequences!

Fuck the consequences.

Fuck them all.

Fuck them all!

- Do I look like I'm afraid?
- No.

Do you understand me?
Do you?

Lou, what's going on?

We're here.

They're here.

How many are there?

Six men.

We're doing the deal
in the next room.

We'll trade in the adjacent room.

When do you make the trade?

We've got...

- Ten minutes.
- Ten minutes?

Ten minutes.

Don't trust those yellow dogs.

I don't trust anyone.

Lou?

Talk to me,
you motherfucker,

or I'll kill you myself.

The consequences
can kiss my black ass!

They even stole my watch.

Do not worry. I'll buy you
a new one for your funeral.

This has become
a large problem, Avi.

There's no such thing
as problems, Mr. Green.

Only situations.

Wake up, cocksuckers.

Wake up. The powder's gone.

Sorry, Big Brother.

Wake up, Mr. Green.

Checkmate.

How?

How what?

We've kept you alive,
now you can tell me.

How do you keep winning?

Very simple.

You do all the hard work,
I just help you along.

The art is for me
to feed pieces to you

and make you believe
you took those pieces

because you're smarter
and I'm dumber.

In every game and con
there is always an opponent

and there is always a victim.

The more control the victim
thinks he has...

the less control
he actually has.

Gradually,
he will hang himself.

I as the opponent
just help him along.

So...

that the treasured formula?

The formula has infinite depth
in its efficacy and application,

but it is staggeringly simple
and completely consistent.

Rule one of any game or con...

you can only get smarter
by playing a smarter opponent.

Rule number two...

the more sophisticated the game,

the more sophisticated the opponent.

If the opponent is very good,

he will place his victim

inside an environment
he can control.

The bigger the environment,
the easier the control.

He'll toss the dog a bone...

find their weakness,

give 'em just a little
of what they think they want.

Check.

So the opponent simply
distracts their victim

by getting them consumed
with their own consumption.

Check.

The word "snake" springs to mind.

Don't knock it.

You only get smarter
by playing a snake.

The bigger the trick
and older the trick,

the easier it is to pull...

based on two principles--

They think it can't be that old,

and they think it can't be that big

for so many people
to have fallen for it.

Eventually, when the opponent
is challenged or questioned...

it means the victim's investment,

and thus his intelligence,
is questioned.

No one can accept that...

not even to themselves.

Checkmate.

I ain't playing you again.

You will always
find a good opponent

in the very last place
you would ever look.

You got more tricks
than a clown's pocket,

don't you, Mr. Green?

Everything all right?

Can they hear you?

Two minutes.

Yeah, you're okay.

Get out, Jake,
as soon as you can.

I had to dig very deep
to find someone who'd talk.

They're the last resort.

They're the last resort.

When no other loan sharks
will lend 'em,

your boys move in.

They've stepped on Gold's toes,
and he wouldn't touch 'em.

- Gold?
- Yes.

The Gold.

Sam Gold.

Mr. Clandestine.

Mr. Ambiguous.

Mr. Mystery.

Get out of there.

Get out of there, Jake.

No one lives
and displeases Gold.

No one but your two friends.

Gotta be something wrong
if Gold won't touch 'em.

Gotta be something wrong
if the Goldfather won't touch 'em.

No one sees Gold,

but Gold sees everything.

The smoke signals say

dodge "em
like an angry bullet.

Tell your friend
to get out of there.

Jake, get out of there.

Get out of there.

Get out of there.

Tomorrow!

You're worse
than a stuck record.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow."

Tomorrow's
never gonna come, is it?

Hello, it's warming up.

Zack, kick him.
See if that jogs him on.

You want to play mother?

I took care of Horowitz.
It's your turn.

Change of plan.

I can see what's coming.

Give it to Mr. Green.

Mr. Green.

Shoot Fred for me.

Not dead, stupid.

Just in the back of the knee.

I ain't shooting Fred, Zack.

Sometimes a little voice

tells you to think about number one.

Told you, Avi.

Never had the gumption.

Never gonna have what it takes.

It's easier than you think.

Just one little squeeze.

Just like a tube of toothpaste.

Who the fuck are you two?

You can't see what's
right in front of you.

You supposed to be stiff,

cold, and horizontal.

And you still don't trust us?

Shoot him in the kneecap.
The debt has to be paid.

Sometimes it's best to listen to it.

Get your ass up, Fred.

Go on. Get out.

He can't do that, Jake.

Then why don't you stop him, Avi?

What the fuck do you know?

Shoot that toad now.

One more step, Avi.

Just like a squeeze of toothpaste.

You realize what
you're doing, Mr. Green?

Hold on, Jake.

This isn't the plan.

This won't have a happy ending.

One more step, Avi.

Wake up, Mr. Green.

Aahhh!

Yeah?

Congratulations,
Mr. Green.

It's past the third day,
and you have risen.

I think you're due
for a checkup.

Did the bad guys get you?

There's no such thing
as bad guys, Rachel.

Yes, there are.
That's why Daddy's friend's looking after us.

Never mind about that.

Why don't you be
a good girl.

Go and get your
Uncle Jake a cold drink.

It's a bit of a mess, isn't it?

Things will sort themselves out.

Is she all right?

Don't you worry about her.

You just look after yourself.

Well, Mr. Green, I don't know
how to tell you this.

Our, uh-- our first results, well,

they, uh-- they must have been wrong.

Um...

I cannot apologize enough
for this error.

Now, you're not a well man,
but I think we...

We have to asses our clients
very carefully.

There is something
about yourself

that you don't know,

something that you will deny
even exists

until it's too late
to do anything about it.

It's the only reason
you get up in the morning.

The only reason
you suffer the shitty boss,

the blood, the sweat, and the tears.

This is because you want
people to know how good,

attractive, generous,

funny, wild, and clever
you really are.

Fear or revere me,

but please think I'm special.

We share an addiction.

We're approval junkies.

We're all in it
for the slap on the back

and the gold watch,

the hip, hip, hoo-fucking-rah.

Look at the clever boy with the badge,

polishing his trophy.

Shine on, you crazy diamond...

because we're just monkeys
wrapped in suits,

begging for the approval of others.

If we knew this, we wouldn't do this.

Someone is hiding it from us.

And if you had a second chance,
you would ask...

Why?

- Why what?
- Why am I still alive?

Why did you
give my money away?

Why didn't you
want 'em to know?

Why didn't you
want me to know?

You'll find out soon enough.

Boss, I've been digging around
on Lord John.

Came across a couple of
cash-talking shit-sniffers

who came up with a name.

Green.

That's right, Jake Green.

- Go on.
- I'm working for his brother.

Patrick.

Couple of opportunists,

looking after his older brother.

Got a little bit greedy.

Wanted to impress you.

All right, you take
Sorter and Slim Biggins

and enough men
to avoid an excuse.

It's about fucking time.

Oh, now that is a picture.

You took your sweet-ass time.

We're starting to get bored.

You should've kept yourselves
busy with a swim.

Funny you should
say that.

Zack's quite a swimmer,
aren't you, Zack?

20 lengths in 10 seconds.

We thought it might be a record.

You wanna try to beat it?
Come on in and join us.

I'll just pop upstairs,
grab me trunks,

and be down in a jiffy.

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

Oh, why is that, Avi?

Why do you think
we're in this birdbath

when we could be upstairs
toasty and cozy,

watching
the naughty channel?

How long can it take
to get five coffees

and a couple of pizzas?

You're on your own,
Jakey boy.

Move!

Aawww!

You gotta tell the boss.

Why me?

Because you're the one
who ordered the pizza.

Ohh.

Elvis, come here.

If I wanted vinegar,

I would have ordered
French fries.

Get me something
with a price tag on it. Okay?

This Mr. Green,
what did he do, anyway?

Hey, Hamish.

It's okay. We're among friends.

Come on.
What have you got for me?

- What am I gonna tell him?
- That's your problem.

But it'd better be good.

I turned up to pick them up...

And that is what I saw.

That's a fascinating story.

I have one question for you.

How?

- How what?
- How what?

There were six of us,

plus Slim Biggins,
who counts as another six.

How many were there of him?

- One.
- One.

So, how exactly did this one

manage to disarm
and overpower

a four-time national
bodybuilding champion...

drag him half a block...

throw him
over a six-foot wall,

and then get him
to eat his own gun?

Keep your head down!

Don't fuckin' move!

Lou! Lou!

Lou! What the fuck's going on?

I don't know!

Don't fuck this up!

He went in the kitchen!

Don't drop your guns!

Bastards!

Take the fucking boss down!

Nice and slowly.

Beauty is a destructive angel.

How could anything
that looks so good be so bad?

But there is no angel
as destructive as their greed.

In the end, she gets them all.

They think they can handle her...

But greed is the only snake
that cannot be charmed.

I should have killed him...

A long time ago.

She shot my finger off!
That bitch shot my finger off!

Who is it?

Where's Tony?

Happy Tony,
Lord John's man.

Not lookin'
so happy now, is he?

Don't worry, he's with
Assassin Cho Lea Nokaler.

Check she's dead, Lou.

Greed gets 'em all in the end.

No worry. Cocksucker...

Now, shoot straight, Sorter.

Glad to see you got
those feelings in check.

Find a couple of Lord John's boys
and persuade them

to tell you where my powder is.

What is the first rule
of any game, Mr. Green?

The only way to get smarter

is by playing a smarter opponent.

What's rule two of any game?

The more sophisticated the game,
the more sophisticated the opponent.

The formula's the same,
but where does it stop, Mr. Green?

Where does this game stop?

It stops when you
start to give me answers.

Don't let them play
head games with you, Jake.

Is it me that's playing
head games with you, Mr. Green?

You've heard that voice
for so long,

you believe it to be you.

Should've taken the stairs.

This is a con.

Hold on, Jake. This isn't the plan.

This won't have a happy ending.

You believe it to be
your best friend.

They should believe their opponents
would be their best friend.

Where's the best place
an opponent should hide?

In the very last place
you would ever look.

Do you know who
Sam Gold is, Mr. Green?

The Gold.

Sam Gold.

Mr. Clandestine.

Mr. Mystery.

It's all up here...

pretending to be you.

No one sees Gold,

but Gold sees everything.

You're in a game, Jake.

You're in the game.

Everyone's in this game,

and nobody knows it.

And all of this...

this is his world.

He owns it.

He controls it.

I've had enough of this shit.
It's starting to do my head in.

- Tell him you've had enough.
- He tells you what to do...

- Look, that's enough.
- ...and when to do it.

- Tell him.
- I said that's enough, Avi!

Eventually, when the opponent
is challenged or questioned...

it means the victim's investment,
and thus his intelligence,

is questioned.

No one can accept that.

Not even to themselves.

He's behind all
the pain there ever was.

Behind every crime
ever committed.

How can I be behind all the pain,

all the crime,

if I don't even exist?

And right now,

he's telling you that
he doesn't even exist.

No one lives
and displeases Gold.

No one but your two friends.

We just put you to war

with the only enemy
that ever existed.

And you, you think
he's your best friend.

And they will protect
their best friend...

with everything they've got.

Where's the best place
an opponent should hide?

In the very last place
you'd ever look.

He's hiding
behind your pain, Jake.

Embrace the pain,

and you will win this game.

How radical are you
prepared to be, Mr. Green?

You got more money
than you could ever spend.

That's all you think about nowadays.

Cash just seems
to remain king, doesn't it?

Mmm-mmm!

The more power
you think you have in Gold's world,

the less power you have
in the real world.

You are still in prison, Jake.

In fact, you never left.

Remember
who they are, Jake-- head tricksters,

word slicksters.

You wanted answers
and they gave you riddles.

You know the rules--
the longer you listened, the sweeter the pitch.

He's got all the tricks

and all the right answers.

Don't let them
do this to you, Jake.

Don't let them turn you against you.

You don't give
because it's good.

You give because it hurts him.

Everything all right, Mr. D?

It will be when you
take care of my security, Paul.

What are you holding
the papers for?

Because you're on the cover
of half of them.

If you don't mind me asking,

what has come over you,
Mr. D?

Take the credit.

This feels quite good.

Take the credit.

I'm gonna take the credit.
They'll never know.

Might come as
a surprise to you, Paul...

but I do have a heart.

I have some news
about Green.

What?

Whilst you've been sleeping,
we've been busy.

Jake!

If Lord John's boys
knew where the powder was...

they took it to the grave.

We know Green's behind everything.

It's Jake Green you want.

He's tellin'
the fuckin' truth!

He took your powder, not Lord John.

He's been playing games with us,

and he's playing games with you.

He's laughing at me.
They're all laughing at me.

They don't fear me.

Shut up!

The drums
have been talking.

He'll kill me.
Sam Gold'll kill me.

I'm a dead man.

No one gets away from Sam Gold.

What are they saying?

They've been saying

what Sam Gold's
been hearin'.

The word
"excuse" does not exist

in Sam Gold's lexicon.

This is Sam Gold
I've found myself chained to!

Mr. Black Magic!

Mr. "I run this game" Gold!

You're losin' it.

You're losin' it.

Hearing about the little problems

Mr. Green has been givin' us,

that's embarrassing.

We have an address
for his brother.

We can take care of him.

Get him to talk.
Do whatever it takes.

Take Sorter and an army.

If they give any trouble,
hurt 'em!

Let me read
about that in the paper!

Get a hold of Green
and get my powder!

Go!

- And what more...
- We expecting anyone?

I'll get it.

I said, are we expecting anyone?

Hey, shouldn't you check first?

If you love your daddy,
be a good girl.

Hide in that cupboard.

Now.

Check the house.

You know why we're here?

I said...

do you know why we're here?

I've some kind of an idea, yes.

Are you gonna tell me?

Paul, I swear to you,

I haven't got a fucking clue
where he is.

He's been moving about.

I swear to you.

I've no idea where he is.

Aah! Aaahhh!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh.

It's all right. It's all right.

That's it. That's better.

That's better. All right?

I still don't believe you.

You can't trust anyone.
I can't trust anyone.

They're out to destroy me.
They're out to destroy you.

They're out to destroy me.
Can't trust anyone.

Can't trust anyone.

I let Gold down.

He'll finish the business...

then he'll finish me.

He's coming.
I won't see it coming.

He's coming.
I won't see it coming.

There's a woman here
to see you, Mr. D.

Says she cannot wait.

Don't tell me her name.

Says she works for Gold.

Don't tell me her name.
Anyone but her.

What's her name?

Walker.

Anyone but her.

And everybody
thought you were

such a disgusting man,
Mr. Macha.

Here it comes.
Here it comes.

Mr. Gold wishes
to extend his respect

for such
a magnanimous gesture.

But he was wondering...

- That's a wreath.
- That's a fucking wreath.

If you can afford the time
to give so generously,

why haven't you had time
to conclude our business?

Everything's under control.
I just need a little more time.

It's anything but under control,
isn't it, Mr. Macha?

Mr. Gold
doesn't give more time.

And he doesn't give
second chances.

You'll be hearing from him.

Good day.

"Good day"?
What the fuck does that mean?

What the fuck does that mean?

Who the fuck do you think
you're talking to?

Some fuckin' street hustler?

If he wants to meet me, you send him here

and we'll see what he has to say!

I'll kill him. I'll kill him.
I'll kill all of 'em.

I'll kill all of 'em. I'll kill him first.

He'll fuckin' kill us first...

He'll fuckin' annihilate me.

Beg, beg. Take it back.
Quick--beg, beg.

Beg, beg. Take it back.

Beg, you idiot. Beg.

Wait, wait! I didn't mean
what I just said!

"Good day"?
What the fuck does that mean?

That means he's going
to end my game...

and I won't see it coming.

I'm gonna make this fair.

This...

is for you.

These...

are for me.

One good chop...

and you'll make the sink.

Okay, that's enough.

Question me again, Sorter,

and we will have a falling-out.

It's all right, baby. It's okay.

Your daddy's fine.
It's gonna be okay.

I'm so sorry, baby.

Your daddy loves you so much.
You know that, don't you?

It's all gonna be okay.

Say it with me.

Listen.
Listen to me, sweetheart.

None of this is real, okay?

It's just a game that
the grown-ups are playing.

Now, what I want you to do--

I want you to get
in the cupboard,

and I want you to put
your fingers in your ears,

and it'll be over
before you know it.

That's right.
Do as the man says, baby.

Put your fingers
in your ears...

- ...get in the cupboard.
- Sorter!

- Good girl.
- Pull yourself together, man!

Sorter!

We're gonna have
to take the girl!

Of course you have.

Now all you gotta do
is come and get her.

What we doin' here?

One last treat.

You have a meeting.

Give him what he wants.

I'm sure he'll be very happy.

We'll see you soon.

What are we doin' here?

He's the enemy, Jake! Not me!

Use your perceived enemy

to destroy your real enemy.

Do not listen, Jake.

You've got a gun.

Use it!

Don't wake him up. Suffocate him.

Put the pillow over his head.

Let's suffocate him.

He'd do it to you, Jake.

If you can't do it,
then you're not a free man.

You are controlled.

Controlled.

Free man.

Jake, wake up!

Look, Mr. Macha... Oh, don't do it.

Very sorry to have woken you.
Please listen to me.

Who's that?

Mr. Green?

Mr. Macha. Please.
Sorry to have woken you.

Listen to me.

Sorry.
Listen at how you sound!

Came to apologize.

Forgive me
for the things I said

and for cheating you
out of your money.

I couldn't think clearly.

Shut up.
No, no, there's still time.

- Shoot the fucker.
- Come on, shoot him, shoot him.

He's been trying to kill you.
He killed your friend.

Shot like a fucking dog.

That's better, Jake. In control again.

Do the right thing.
Take care of your enemy.

Take care of business.

Use any means possible
to induce head pain...

- ...and engage the enemy.
- Shut up!

- No!
- Wake up, Jake!

- No!
- What are you doing, Jake?

Leave it, Jake!

You're groveling.

I now realize you're a man
to be feared and respected.

I now realize you're a man
to be feared and respected.

Stop groveling.

Where's your pride?

Where's your pride, Jake?

- I made a big mistake, Mr. Macha.
- Shut up!

I underestimated your power
and your intellect.

- I want you to--
- Shut up!

I want you
to forgive my stupidity.

Wherever you don't want to go

is where you will find him.

What is it that you're
afraid of, Mr. Green?

Why are you
doing this to yourself, Jake?

Too tight, Jake.

You gotta get out.

Look at the tiny, tiny space, Jake.

Jake!

- After you!
- No, no, no, no!

- Jake...
- Stop, stop.

- It's tight, Jake.
- I'm scared.

- I gotta get out!
- I can hear you.

I can hear you.

- What?
- I can hear you.

I'm on to you.

Been listening to the other side,
ain't you, Jake?

Listening to people
that want to hurt you.

- New people, new!
- Not old friends like me.

- People you shouldn't trust.
- We're best pals, Jake!

- You wanna get rid of me?
- You know life without me?

- You don't know life without me.
- Do you know life without me?

No! Because it doesn't exist.

Get rid of 'em, Jake, forever.

They're the enemy, not me.

They're new, I'm old!

I stay, they go!

- I say, you do!
- You're weak without me. Weak.

It's us against them, Jake.

It's us against them.

I'm coming to get you.

You wanna get rid of me, do you?

Do you?

You wanna get rid of me?

Me, me, me?

Boom! Ha! Hee!

Still here, Jake!

Can't win this one without me.

Oh, no, no, no.

Know why?

I am you.

You ain't me.

The greatest con
that he ever pulled...

was making you believe...

that he is you.

You ain't me.

I am you!

You're not me.

Come on!

Your best fucking friend!

I am you!

You don't control me.

I control you.

You come to my house

with a loaded gun?

You speak to me

like I'm a fucking idiot?

What's your game?

What's your game?

Speak to me.

Speak to me...

or I'll kill you
like the fucking dog that you are.

Fear me.

Fear me.

Fear me!

Fear me!

Fear me. Fear me.

Fear me.

Fear me.

Fear me.

You know what's elegant
about this little game, Jake?

Nobody knows where the enemy is.

They don't even know he exists.

He's in every one of their heads.

And they trust him...

because they think they are him.

It's beautiful, man.

You have to admire
the opponent's elegance.

Check.

You're quite good
at this game, Mr. Green.

I know, 'cause I'm
quite good at this game.

Check.

Check.

Check.

The art is for me to feed pieces to you

and make you believe you took those pieces

'cause you're smarter and I'm dumber.

Wake up, Mr. Green.

You can't see what's
right in front of you.

I never saw or spoke to those boys
in all those years.

You know, I'd have died
for either one of them.

One was a chess master,
the other a master con man.

Dangerous combination,

chess and cons.

Those two knew
everything about me,

all my dirty little secrets,

how much money I had,
where I kept it.

Hustling bastards cleaned me out.

My neighbors used
to write down chess moves

and concepts of the con
on the back pages of books

based on subjects like

The Mathematics
of Quantum Mechanics.

Wake up, Mr. Green.

We were all gonna go together,
they swore to me.

"You're coming with us, Jake."

We were always going
to take you with us, Jake.

You just weren't ready to hear
how hard that was going to be.

Checkmate.

The ego is the worst
confidence trickster

we could ever figure,

we could ever imagine.

"Cause you don't see it.

And the single
biggest con is...

"I am you."

The problem is that the ego

hides in the last place
that you'd ever look--

Within itself.

It disguises its thoughts
as your thoughts,

its feelings
as your feelings.

You think it's you.

Peoples' need to protect
their own egos knows no bounds.

They will lie, cheat, steal,

kill, do whatever it takes,

to maintain what we call
ego boundaries.

People have no clue
that they're imprisoned.

They don't know
that there is an ego.

They don't know
the distinction.

At first it's difficult

for the mind to accept
that there's some--

Something beyond itself,

that there's something
of greater value

and greater capacity
for discerning truth than itself.

In religion, the ego
manifests as the devil.

And of course, no one
realizes how smart the ego is

because it created the devil
so you could blame someone else.

In creating this imaginary
external enemy,

it usually made
a real enemy for ourselves,

and that becomes
a real danger to the ego,

but that's also
the ego's creation.

There is no such thing
as an external enemy,

no matter what that voice
in your head is telling you.

All perception of an enemy

is a projection
of the ego as the enemy.

In that sense,

you could say that 100 percent
of our external enemies

are of our own creation.

Your greatest enemy...

is your own inner perception,

is your own ignorance,

is your own ego.