01x01 - I Want to Know What Love Is

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'from Boney M...' ♪
Freeze, I'm Ma Baker

♪ Put your hands in the air
And give me all your money... ♪

♪ BONEY M: Ma Baker ♪

♪ This is the story of Ma Baker

♪ The meanest cat From
old Chicago town... ♪

(INSTRUMENTAL)

MOUTHS: ♪ She was the meanest
cat MOUTHS: ♪ In old Chicago town

MOUTHS: ♪ She was the meanest cat
MOUTHS: ♪ She really mowed them down

MOUTHS: ♪ She had no heart at all
MOUTHS: ♪ No, no, no heart at all

MOUTHS: ♪ She was the meanest
cat ♪ For she was really tough

♪ She left her husband
flat He wasn't tough enough

♪ She took her boys along... ♪

So, what made your
eyes fall on me?

I'm not sure I can tell
you without getting a slap.

I don't think you would.

(CHUCKLES)

I thought they'd be older...

What my work mates? What,
they're not your brothers?

I thought you were
one of the Lord boys.

So, that's why you
showed out to me.

There's a certain excitement
that comes with your family name.

Look, I don't think I'm the
Lord you're looking for.

No?

My family couldn't
lie in bed straight...

But that's not me, y'know.

Toilets are over there if that's
what you were about to ask?

I'm just gonna powder my nose.

(BONEY M MUSIC
CONTINUES TO PLAY)

♪ BONEY M: Mirror Mirror ♪

To heal your broken heart.

She was all fur coat,
and no knickers anyway.

Yeah, what are you?

See for yourself.

I'd remember if I'd
seen you in here before.

I'm Cindy. Like the dolls.

I'm Gene.

Hi, Gene.

You gotta tell me, Cindy,

what you doing working
behind the jump in here?

Trying to make an honest living.

And... tell me something, Gene.

Why did your eyes fall on her?

For a minute...

I thought SHE was the most
beautiful girl in here.

(GIGGLES)

What?! I'm sorry.

So, Gene, what d'you do?

Me? Newspaper editor.

Hmm.

I'm just gonna ask...

About midnight.

♪ BONEY M: Mirror Mirror ♪

My family ran this whole area.

Not any more. Really?

We used to pile in
here mob handed.

Then my dad would let us fight
for the front of the queue,

I was... I was always last
'cause I'm the youngest.

They should have put you first.

Yeah, well, you... you
don't know my family.

(CHUCKLES)

So, how about you?
Where's your flock?

Anyone at home?

(CHUCKLES)

You like it that way?

♪ FOREIGNER: I Wanna
Know What Love Is ♪

I like this song.

Me too. Mm...

D'you mind if I just...?

Spoiling my view.

Oh, God, look. (EXHALES)

There's something I
need to tell you...

Please don't tell me
you're already taken?

I'm not actually a
newspaper editor. Hmm.

I just work in the print.
But I've got plans...

Yeah? Big plans.

Yeah? Yeah.

You gonna take on the world?

So, why did you
tell me the truth?

Because I was hoping you'd stick
around long enough to find out.

And I don't wanna make
a fool of myself...

so just tell me if you
think I'm coming on too...

♪ I wanna know what love is

♪ I want you to show me

♪ I wanna feel what love is

♪ I know you can show me... ♪

(GIGGLING) (SATISFIED GROANING)

♪ I wanna know what love is

♪ I want you to show me... ♪

(PANTING, GROANING)

Oh, I think I love you. Hmm.

Course you f*cking do.

♪ I know you can show me

♪ I wanna know what
love is ♪ I wanna know

♪ I want you to show me... ♪
(MUSIC FADES)

You sure you're ready for this,
cos there's no turning back now.

(CHUCKLES)
(HANDBRAKE CRUNCHES)

It's alright, my heart. I
know I'm gonna love them.

Yeah. It's not you I'm
worried about, Cind.

♪ THE JAM: Going Underground ♪

(RAUCOUS CHATTER)

♪ Some people might
say My life is in a rut

♪ I'm quite happy
with what I got

♪ People might say That
I should strive for more

♪ But I'm so happy I
can't see the point

♪ Something's
happening here today

♪ A show of strength
With your boy's brigade

♪ And I'm so happy And
you're so kind... ♪

What you got the hump about,
Dad? Just bought you a pint.

Who says I've got the hump?
This is my happy face.

Drop him out, babe. He's
in one of them moods.

I must say, Leonard Lord,

you're looking
particularly f*ck,

in your Gabicci cardi
on this fine afternoon.

Thanks, babe.

Oi! Mush! What
you doing? What?

I'm just playing, Dad. Where'd
you get the knife from?

Oh, leave him, Len.
Come see Grandma.

I'll give you money
for the machines.

My favourite, ain't
yer? Yes, Grandma.

He's not f*cking
twelve years old.

He should be home, w*nk*ng,
not playing Pac-Man.

Alb.

Look who's here.
Alright, sweetheart.

Oi. Oi. This is Cindy...

Hello, yeah good to meet you.

My brother, Len. Hi,
babe. Nice to meet yer.

Nice to meet you. I'm
Carly. You look amazing.

Very pretty. Thank you.

You alright, Carl? It's
been too long, Gene.

You must be Mint Ma.

Thoughtful girl, aren't you?

Welcome. Thanks.

He's punching above
his weight. He sure is.

Gene. Hey, ma.

Missed you, son. Come with
me, babe. Sit down here.

WHISPERS: Go and
say hello. For me.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Alright, Dad.

You alright, boy. ♪
Goin' underground... ♪

They used to take the whole
school down Camber Sands

on this rickety old bus

and I swear to God, them
people that live by the sea,

yeah, they, they've never
seen a black person before,

'cause they were all coming
up to me and touching my hair.

Of course, my sister Rosemary
took up with a black fella,

so you're hardly
exotic round here.

Got my beautiful Wesley and
Gilbert, haven't I, boys?

BOTH: Yes, Ma.

Go on.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Mum, Dad... Everyone.

I wanted to wait
for Kelly, but...

There's a reason I
invited you here today.

Erm... Ha, ha...

I had it all worked out
what I was gonna say...

Get on with it, bruv!

I know I'm not
around that much...

I've come here today,
to tell you all that,

I've asked Cindy to
marry me. Oh, my God!

WHISPERS: Six weeks,
for f*ck's sake.

I don't know any of you, erm,

apart from the kindness
you've shown me today...

(CLEARS THROAT) but...

I look around this
pub, and, um...

I see family.

That's all I've ever wanted.

Come here. (GIGGLES)

(DOOR BANGS) Dad!

Kelly! Dad! They stabbed me.

It hurts so bad, Mum.

Carly, get some towels and
a bottle of Gin. Now, girl.

On it. On it! Move!
Let me see my son.

It was them Peckham Boys, Dad.

They got me at the
lockup down the yard.

Said if we don't pay our
debts, they'll take everything.

They nearly k*lled me. It's
a f*cking scratch, boy.

(SLAP) Leonard! Yeah.

Round up your cousins,
get down there!

They can't walk over us
anymore. We're f*cking Lords!

You lot, round the boys
up! Gene! Where you going?

Your brothers need
you. (PAINED GROAN)

Listen, Dad. Use your head.

The Peckham Boys'll annihilate
you if you just stroll in there.

Gene, knit it. Knit what,
Len? f*cking madness...

I'll f*cking annihilate you if
you don't get down that yard.

Dad... Are you a Lord
or are you a mug?

Albert. Please. Leave him alone.

Bert. Enough.

What you f*cking looking at?

I'm going too, Dad. No way.

He goes, end of! Now chop
chop! This ends today!

Right, lets tool
up and get going!

Your brother will sort it.

What are you doing?

No, no, you're not going.
Cinds, you heard him.

No! No! No! I don't
wanna f*cking lose you.

Thank you... For
what you said...

Oi, Gene. Come on?!

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

(g*nsh*t)

You don't have to do this, Gene.

I'm here, aren't I?

WHISPERS: It's too quiet, Len.

f*ck' won't be in a minute.

(TENSE, FOREBODING MUSIC BUILDS)

You want the Lords' gear?

You gotta get past the Lords.

f*ck' Lords? You're two-bob.

You and your old man are done.

(TENSE, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

I warned you. Your time's up.

Come on, you cowson.

Let's f*cking do them!

(ROWDY SHOUTING)

(THUDDING) (IMPACT GRUNTING)

Len?

(THUD)

Uh! f*ck you, man.

Gene, I'm gonna secure
our lock up! Len!

I want him. The flash prick.

Len?!

(TENSE, PULSING MUSIC)

MUTTERS: Ah no,
no, no. f*ck sake.

f*ck.

f*cking Wankers.

There was a time when the Lord
name counted for something.

Look at you now,
knocking out fur coats.

You and your family
are shot to bits.

We run South London now.

Go on, Barney. Light him up.

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

(FLAMES WHOOSH)
No. Please. Please.

(DISTANT SIRENS WAIL)
sh*t. Move. Move.

Get out of here. Gavvers, move!

Oh sh*t. f*ck!

(SIREN WAILS)

(TENSE, PULSING MUSIC)

Right, Russo, take that
left! Yeah! Yes, Ma'am!

(ECHOING THUDS)

MUFFLED: Help!

(COUGHING)

Help! (BANGING)

(COUGHING)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(CRASHING)

Gene?

I got you, bruv. Come here.

Dad, Dad, I f*ck'
plunged two of them!

One right in his
arsehole! Run, son! Run!

Up there. Go! Go!

Come on, Dad.

Done good, kid.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Ah! Come here.

LEN!

Get off me. Stay still.
You're under arrest.

(PANTING, STRUGGLING)

Right... (HANDCUFFS CLICK)

come here.

Who've we got here, then?

Your one of the Lord
boys, aren't you?

f*ck.

Not so dangerous after
all. (TYRES SCREECH)

(PAINED GRUNT)

(CAR REVERSING)

Get in!

Cindy, what the f*ck?!
Get in now! Quick!

(CAR ACCELERATES) Oi!

(PANTING)

(DARK, ECHOING TONES)

(WHIMPERS)

Hang in there, Russo.

You're alright, kid.
(SIRENS APPROACH)

You're alright.

He's still breathing.

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(SHRILL, DISCORDANT
MUSIC BUILDS)

(GASPING)

(MUFFLED) The gavvers
will be on their way.

The two of you
can't stay in there.

What the f*ck were you
thinking?! (DOOR BANGS)

You get yourself to Spain!
Uncle Tone will look after yer.

(SIGHS) I don't
wanna go to Spain.

Well stay then. Do ten
years for attempted m*rder.

Just get to your Uncle
on the Costa Del Sol.

He'll look after you.

Alright. Thanks, Mum.

Let's jel on. We'll grab yours.

You'll be home in a couple of
weeks. Just let things blow over.

Gene. Please I can't. Cindy.

Uncle Tony's been there
for years, alright,

we're safe with him.

And he's made a fortune,
he's f*cking caked.

(BANGING) Police. Open up.

Carl. Right, come
on, we need to go.

Go on, love. (DOOR CLOSES)

Gene.

You don't have to do this.
You weren't driving the car.

You barely know her.

We'll be back soon.

(DISTANT SIRENS WAIL)

Well, go on then. f*ck Off!

♪ THE CLASH: I Fought The Law ♪

(POLICE RADIOS MURMUR)

I'm sorry.

Let's go.

f*cked your way out of
uniform, have you, girl?

♪ I fought the law
and the law won

♪ I fought the law and the
law won (TYRES SCREECH)

♪ I needed money 'cause I
had none (TYRES SCREECH)

♪ I fought the law
and the law won

♪ I fought the law
and the law won

♪ I left my baby
and it feels so bad

♪ Guess my race is run

♪ She's the best girl
That I ever had... ♪

Your boy is f*cked.

And you lot. You're
hardly the Kray's, are ya?

Airport. Now!

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUFFLED MUSIC)

I need to use the loo.

Just keep your head down.

(CLUNKING)

I need to speak to Eddie
Smith. 'Repeat please.'

Eddie Smith.

His number's eight, five,
double three, four, double one.

'He's not in his
cell, I'm afraid.'

Just get him for me, will
you? 'You'll have to wait.'

TANNOY: This is the final
call for Flight TK64 to Malaga

departing from Gate six.

(TELEPHONE CLUNKS) f*ck.

(LINE BLEEPING)

♪ Robbin' people with a six-g*n

♪ I fought the law
and the law won

♪ I lost my girl
and I lost my fun

♪ I fought the law and the
law won (TYRES SCREECH)

♪ I fought the law
And the law won... ♪

Have a nice flight.

Get out of the way.
Move out the way.

♪ She's the best girl
That I ever had... ♪

Move out the way!

Move! ♪ I fought the
law and the law won

♪ I fought the law and the... ♪

(INSTRUMENTAL)

Police, stop the plane!
Stop the f*cking plane!

We're gonna be alright.

I got you, Cind.

f*ck!

(UPTEMPO MUSIC) (AIRCRAFT NOISE)

(MUSIC FADES)

Why did you come to the yard?

I told you, I'll
always be there.

It's you and me now,
we're in this together.

(CAR HORN HONKS)

There he is.

That's your Uncle?

Wow!

Bienvenido a Espana,
kid. (LAUGHS)

Tony. Come here, boy.

BOTH: Ooh, aah!

Look at yer. Look
at yer. Well...

You must be the gorgeous
Caramel? How'd you guess?

They told me about
you, girl. Yeah?

Did they tell you to
keep your distance?

Nah.

They said, jump in the Corniche
if you wanna taste freedom.

(CLEARS THROAT) Don't
worry, I won't bite.

(YELLS)

(LAUGHS)

Works every time.

You see I repainted the
Primrose. Do you like it?

Beautiful car. Oh, it's
beautiful, isn't it?

(SIGHS) This is lovely.

Yeah, it's nice.

You're not just a Lord
over here, sunshine,

you're a f*cking
King. (CHUCKLES)

(DOOR BANGS) You ready?

I'm ready. (LAUGHS)

(TYRES SCREECH) (LAUGHS)

♪ I heard you on my
wireless Back in '52

♪ Lying awake Intent
at tuning in on you

♪ If I was young It didn't
stop you coming through

♪ Oh-a, oh-a

♪ They took the credit
For your second symphony

♪ Rewritten by machine
On new technology

♪ And now I understand The
problems you can see... ♪

♪ Oh-a, oh-a

♪ I met your
children. Oh-a, oh-a

"What did you tell them?

BOTH:♪ Video k*lled
the radio star

RADIO: ♪ Video k*lled
the radio star... ♪

Nah. Argh.

(MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY)

Hey.

Your Dad ever tell you about
me owning a slice of paradise?

Well, you're about
to walk into it, kid.

(LAUGHS)

Pedro, park her up, son.

♪ INXS: Original Sin ♪

♪ You might know of... ♪

Stick the Lord name, muck, and
you can f*ck any bird in here.

Brenda!

Smashed her last night. Ooh.

This... is the
jewel in my crown.

There is more f*cking
fanny in this gaff

than the whole of south London.

And the lobster! Ooh!

(GRUNTS) Do you
know what that is?

Lobster coming out
of my f*cking ears!

(LAUGHS) (SPEAKS SPANISH)

♪ And wake up To a
brand new day... ♪

I mean, look around,
Gene, what's not to love?

Been here since I went on my toes,
never once missed South London.

Got the gaff sewn up, you
know what us Lords are like.

Cracked it.

Started potless, few
pesetas to my name.

And now I own every
field around here.

96 acres to be precise. You
know what that makes me?

A f*cking
millionaire. (LAUGHS)

Gonna throw a dozen hotels
up. Apartment complexes.

Swimming pools. Golf
courses. (CLACKS TONGUE)

I even spoke to Giorgio
Armani about a shop.

I am talking properly caked.

Shouldn't we be
keeping our heads down?

I stick out like shoes
on a snake round here.

Relax, girl.

I practically own this coast.
Plus, you can't get nicked.

Relax?! I put a police
officer in hospital.

You ever heard of extradition?
Well, there is none here.

Means you can't get
arrested by British police.

That is the beauty of the gaff.

I weren't joking
when I said FREEDOM!

(LAUGHS)

Have another sangria,

while I go and say
hello to my pal Ernesto.

He's not for me.

Cind, just slow down.
He's all we've got.

Nah, he spins my nut.

Calling me 'girl'.
He makes me nervous.

One night, yeah? That's it.

♪ FRANKIE GOES TO
HOLLYWOOD: Relax ♪

You two must be dying
to clean up and relax.

Lemme show you my Casa.
That's Spanish for house.

♪ Relax, don't do it
When you want to go to it

♪ Relax, don't do it
When you want to come

♪ Relax, don't do it When
you want to suck to it

♪ Relax... ♪
(MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY)

Welcome to Casa Noncerella.

(LAUGHS)

Had it custom built.
Marble floors.

Granite work surfaces.

Six bedrooms. Used 'em all.

Not bad for a boy
from South London, eh?

And just when you think
you've seen it all...

Come here.

(LAUGHS)

Horrible, innit?

f*cking hell. I've never
seen anything like it.

Make yourself at home,
kids, mi gaff su gaff.

It's beautiful, Tone,

we don't want to
overstay our welcome.

What's the point
in making a fortune

if you've got no one
to share it with?

Uncle Tony's gonna cool off.

(SPLASH)

Cind. We're safe here.

He's harmless, look what
he's made for himself,

he's caked. I don't trust him.

We wouldn't even be here
if it wasn't for you.

You'd be in f*cking prison
if it wasn't for me.

Whatever, Cind. (SPITS)

Tone, you got a toilet
I can use, please?

No, I've got seven.

You like getting
wet, girl? (SIGHS)

Haven't got a swimming costume.

Never stopped Uncle Tony. Hm.

(SPLASHING)

My brother told me about you.

I wish he'd told me
about you. (CHUCKLES)

He said you've got the lot.

Brains, wit, savvy.

p*ssy. Hm.

Well, that makes two c**ts stood
around this pool then, doesn't it?

(LAUGHS)

♪ EURYTHEMICS: Sweet Dreams ♪

Tell Gene I'm slipping back
to the club to close a deal.

Laters, Muchacha.
That's Spanish for girl.

♪ Sweet dreams are made of this

♪ Who am I to disagree

♪ I travel the world
And the seven seas

♪ Everybody's
looking for something

♪ Some of them want to use you

♪ Some of them Want
to get used by you

♪ Some of them want to abuse you

♪ Some of them Want
to be abused... ♪

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES UNDER
RINGING TELEPHONE)

Hello.

'Boy?'

Dad?

'Listen to me. That
gavver, Russo...

'..he didn't make it.

'It's a m*rder charge now.

'Your mother wants a word.'

'Gene...

'you don't need to go down
for a crime you didn't commit.

'D'you understand
what I'm saying?'

But I love her, Mum.

'Think about your family, first.

'Come home, son.'

(DIAL TONE)

(PHONE HANGS UP)

Who was that?

No one.

Just someone for Tony.

Look, erm...

about before...

I'm sorry.

Don't worry about it.

You were right. We should leave.

Let's head back to
Uncle Tony's club.

Get some money from him
and go through the slips.

Alright.

Look at you.

So beautiful.

I love you. I love you too.

(KISSING)

(SLIDES CLACKING)

Albert Lord.

Ran Bermondsey back in the day.

Money-lending,
protection, brasses.

But his greed f*cked
him. (SCATTERED CHUCKLES)

Now he's just
another ageing mug.

Telling everyone who he used
to be, once upon a crime.

Oi! Soft Lad.

Don't be fooled by
the curve in my shirt.

I'm a ranked police officer

and you will listen to
me while I'm talking.

Yes, Mam.

Leonard.

Heir apparent and a
chip off the old block.

What he lacks in the
upstairs department,

he carries in his hands.

Kelly, middle boy.
Flamboyant type.

Bit of a ladies' man,
always makes me suspicious.

And then there's Gene.

Youngest and the most unlikely.

All we know about him is
he works in a print mill.

But he's just boarded a flight to
Malaga with a female companion.

I want the flight itinerary,

and I wanna know who
the girlfriend is.

♪ OTTAWAN: D.I.S.C.O ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You gotta admit, Cind,
this is pretty impressive.

♪ D.I.S.C.O

♪ D.I.S.C.O

♪ D.I.S.C.O... ♪
He's gotta be in here somewhere.

♪ D.I.S.C.O... ♪

Excuse me, mate? Mate?
We're looking for Tony?

Who? Tony Lord, the owner.

You mean Tony the
entertainer. What?

(GENTLE PIANO MUSIC)
(PUNTERS SHUSHING)

♪ So true

♪ Funny how it seems

♪ Always in time... ♪
What the f*ck?

♪ ..But never in line for dreams

♪ Head over heels
when toe to toe

♪ This is the sound of my soul

♪ This is the sound

♪ I bought a ticket to the world

♪ But now I've come back again

♪ Why do I find it hard
To write the next line?

♪ Oh I want the
truth to be said. ♪

BACKING SINGERS: ♪
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... ♪

He doesn't own the
club, he sings in it.

♪ I know this much is true

BACKING SINGERS: ♪
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... ♪

♪ I know this much is

♪ True. ♪

(APPLAUSE, WHISTLING)

(INDISTINCT MUTTERING)

(LAUGHS)

I am here every night,
top of the bill.

Thanking you kindly.

(MICROPHONE
SQUEALS) (CHEERING)

♪ TOTO: Hold The Line ♪

Thank you, see you later.

A f*cking pub singer. Living
off the potatoes in your hat.

Pesetas. And I'm a
crooner actually.

Why don't you just tell
us the truth, Tone?

The house, the club, the car,
none of it's yours, is it?

Hmm.

"I've got lobster coming
out of my f*cking ears."

Pfft. Shame on you.

OK. OK. You got me.

I'm pot less.

So, why did you tell my
dad you'd look after us?

We're f*cked now.

I was working on a few things,
almost there with my land, I just...

I just didn't want my brother
to think I was a skint boat.

Yeah.

But the truth is
you're on the floor,

you're singing in bars,

and you're squatting
in a mate's gaff.

I'm so sorry. Oh, come on.

I can't stand another minute
in this clown's company.

Gene. Gene. Gene.

Please don't tell your dad.

Your f*cking family.

Cind, just give me a minute.

What?

Tone.

Those 96 acres of field we
drove through. Your land.

Is that all bullshit, too? No,
no. That's the one thing I own.

Then, why don't you sell it?

(LAUGHS) Kid.

I'll never sell that
land as long as I live.

It's not only my dream, it's...

it's my fortune.

Then show me.

(SEAGULLS SQUAWK)

I own every field around here.

Been buying parcels...

doing deals with local farmers,
and I was almost there.

Hotel, here.

Olympic pool, there.

Spa, right where you're standing,
you walk to the cove, and bosh,

you're in the drink.

You see?

I wasn't lying when I said
it makes me a millionaire.

Yet you're still a pub singer.

Because there's one
field I don't own.

Two and a half acres standing
in the way of my dream.

And we're stood on it. Oh,
do me a f*cking favour.

So, why don't you own it?

Remember that fella
from the club, Ernesto?

He owns it.

We were gonna do a deal,
until he went cold on me.

He's the only thing standing
between me and a load-a readies.

Oh, well, you know what,

maybe you can grow
some potatoes instead.

Maybe you could disappear?
I'd love to, believe me.

It can be arranged.
Yeah. Try me, c**t.

Cind!

(CHUCKLES)

There you go. One
for the hat, Tone...

Mug. Let me know when
you're done with this joker.

Tone.

Who are those kids?

They're f*cking gypsies.

I'll get shot of them
when I want. It's my land.

You see it, don't you, Gene?

There's a fortune in this
land. You want cash? Help me.

You know you were always
my favourite, don't yeah?

I never cared for the
rest of our family.

My brother, he's bitter
and bent out of shape,

and the rest are two-bob.

Me and you...

SINGS:♪ ..we could have it all

(LAUGHS)

♪ Together. ♪

I love you, kid.

(SLOW, DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Listen, Cind. I know
he's not for you,

but you're just gonna
have to trust me, alright?

Cos I know what I'm doing.

And we've run out
of options now.

See that police
officer you ran into?

Yeah.

He's dead, baby.

We're never going home.

I'm sorry.

Come here.

(SOBS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

We're gonna be OK.

There's something here
for us, on this land.

I can feel it.

I've got an idea.

Just trust me.

(SLOW, DRAMATIC MUSIC)

♪ ROBERT TEPPER:
No Easy Way Out ♪

You alright? (BALL THWACKS)

Can't believe I k*lled someone.

He was just doing his job.

We'll make it right, Cind.

(PANTING)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Excuse me, Senor?

Ernesto right? Si.

Speak English? Hmm.

You need something? I'm just
gonna be straight with you.

I'm the nephew of, Tony Lord.

Please. Not in my tennis club.

I apologise, but I wanted
to introduce myself to you.

Very happy to meet you, just
don't mention your uncle, OK?

OK, look. I know...

I know he's not for
everyone, but I'm not him.

I'm simply asking for a
few minutes of your time.

What for?

To convince me he's
a nice guy? Never.

I know he's not.

But I think he undervalued
the land you own,

it's worth a lot more.

And if you'll allow me
to demonstrate this...

Look, amigo.

You know, I live a
comfortable life.

I don't need to deal
with a puta like Tony.

OK?

Mister Ralveras.

What if it was us
you dealt with?

And why should I believe you?

Because I feel the
same way about Tony.

The man is a puta.

But we see the
opportunity. For all of us.

It could be millions.

Hey, think about it.

You can reach us at the Villa
that Tony claims is his,

but everyone knows
is a complete lie.

Just like everything
in his life.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Come on, Cind.

(BRIGHT MUSIC)

If he calls, we do a deal.

We could parcel that
whole section off.

I make it ten acres.

You offer it to Ernesto.
An olive branch.

You mad? He owns a donkey field.

You're f*cked anyway,
he's not gonna call.

I mean... (INHALES
SHARPLY) why would he?

Look at the state of
you, you're shot to bits.

Shut it. (SCOFFS)

f*ck this. I'm gonna lie down.

Whatever you offer needs to be
so generous he can't say no.

It's called speculation.

DON'T patronise me, Gene,
I know what it's called.

And yet you still don't
own the donkey field.

(SLOW, FOREBODING MUSIC)

(INSECTS CHITTER)

Hello, girl.
(BREATHES SHARPLY)

Don't f*cking creep up on me.

It's time you started
showing me some respect.

Know what this is?

An invitation?

You want it?

A bit of my Jack and Danni.

Take it.

Pfft.

You think you can hurt me?

I've had things done to me that
would give you f*cking nightmares.

I see you coming a mile off.

Big hat, no cattle.

You've got no idea who
you are dealing with.

Relax, girl, won't hurt.

Cross me again...

and every time you
look in the mirror

and see the stitches
holding your face together,

you will remember me.

You'd better make
it count, girl.

'Cause you'll only try once.

(TENSE, PUSLING MUSIC)

You watch your back, girl.

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(TENSE, DRAMATIC
MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SHARP, SHRILL TONES)

(PAPERS THUD)

Flight itinerary, Ma'am.

Funny thing; Gene Lord's
girlfriend purchased a ticket

under the name Cindy Carter.

But we've checked every
single database we have,

and there's no record
of a Cindy Carter.

Anywhere. Well, aren't
you on fire today!

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(TELEPHONE CONTINUES TO RING)

Ernesto.

We're on.

♪ BILLY IDOL: White Wedding ♪

("WHITE WEDDING" CONTINUES)

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

♪ Hey, little sister
What have you done... ♪

(MUSIC STOPS)

Wait in the car, girl.

And do what?

f*ck knows. Your lipstick.

QUIETLY: c**t!

(SLOW, DISCORDANT MUSIC)

(KNOCKING)

(DOOR LOCKS CLUNK)

Enter.

(INTENSE, FOREBODING MUSIC)

Tone, just relax.

(FOREBODING MUSIC CONTINUES)

w*nk*r!

(DOOR BANGS) Why the g*ns?

I thought we were
here to do a deal?

Please sit down.

Allow me to introduce
Carlos and Juan.

Local friends of mine...

whose families farmed
this coast for, oof,

hundreds of years.

Well, in fact, Carlos' family...

were the...

largest exporters of Olive
oil here on the Costa.

Yes, sir.

Until they were conned
out of their land

by a, um...

cheap English gangster,

who lied and intimidated,

in order to get them to sign
the deeds over their land.

So, now, my friends
have la puta mierda.

Means nothing.

Well, apart from...

a little olive oil,
and a lot of anger.

So, Gene...

you know, while I'm alive...

I'll never sign these deeds away,
or make any deals with your...

with this f*cking puta.

Now, get off my property.

Let's just go, Tony.

f*ck you.

Hmmm.

(g*ns c*ck) f*ck!

♪ BLONDIE: Sunday Girl ♪

♪ I know a girl
from a lonely street

♪ Cold as ice cream
But still as sweet

♪ Dry your eyes, Sunday girl

♪ Hey... ♪

f*cking f*ck... You think
you can humiliate me?

You think I'm some
f*cking skint waife?

I'm Tony f*cking Lord,
you f*cking Stora.

Gene, wait, wait. What for?

This is what for!

TONY! (g*nsh*t)

(DISTANT g*nsh*t ECHOES)

(PAINED GROANING) Go
and get the car started.

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

f*ck! f*ck, f*ck, f*ck,
f*ck... (PAINED GROANING)

(g*nsh*t)

f*ck.

Gene?

("SUNDAY GIRL" CONTINUES)

Ernesto, Ernesto vente.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Come on, Ernesto, you
f*cking Spanish w*nk*r.

Adios Muchacho.

(g*nsh*t)

f*cking Hell, Tone. Cind.

Oh, f*ck.

(DOORS BANG)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Cindy.

Please don't k*ll me.
(PANICKED BREATHING)

Callate, perra.

(GRUNTING)

(SMASHING) (PAINED GRUNT)

♪ When I saw you again
In the summertime

♪ If your love Was
as sweet as mine... ♪

You really gonna k*ll
me over a field, Tony?

(g*n c*ck)

Tony, don't. Please?

It's not just a field.

(g*nsh*t) (MUSIC STOP ABRUPTLY)

(BODY THUDS)

("SUNDAY GIRL" CONTINUES)

(CLATTERING)

(g*n c*ck)

Uncle f*cking Tony.

(DARK, FOREBODING TONE)

And what are you
gonna do with that?

Don't kid yourself.

You haven't got it in you, girl.

(PULSING TONE)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(g*nsh*t) (BODY THUDS)

(PANICKED BREATHING)

(g*n CLATTERS)

Ernesto shot Tony.

He's gone, Gene. I'm so sorry.

He's dead.

But we gotta go, right.

Now!

f*ck!

(SLOW, DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Wait! Stop the car! What?

Stop! (BRAKES SCREECH)

What is it? Just
gimme a minute.

(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SHRILL, DISCORDANT
MUSIC BUILDS)

(MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY)

(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

BREATHLESS: Got
them. The deeds?

Yeah.

(DISTANT SIRENS APPROACH)

You ready? Yeah.

With you by my side.
(INHALES SHARPLY)

(SIGHS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

I love you.

Of course you f*cking do.

♪ THE JAM: Town Called Malice ♪

(BRAKES SCREECH)

♪ Stop dreaming
of the quiet life

♪ 'Cause it's the
one We'll never know

♪ And quit running
for That runaway bus

♪ 'Cause those rosy
days are few Yeah

♪ And stop apologizing For
the things you've never done

'Cause time is short
And life is cruel

♪ But it's up to us to change

♪ This town called Malice

♪ Rows and rows Of
disused milk floats

♪ Stand dying in the dairy yard

♪ And a hundred
lonely housewives

♪ Clutch empty milk
bottles To their hearts

♪ Hanging out their old love
letters On the line to dry

♪ It's enough to make
you Stop believing

♪ When tears come fast and
furious In a town called Malice

♪ Yeah

♪ Bah-bah-bah-ba-baba-bah
Bah-bah-bah-ba-baba-bah, oh

♪ Bah-bah-bah-ba-baba-bah
Bah-bah-bah-ba-baba-bah

♪ Struggle after
struggle Year after year

♪ The atmosphere's
A fine blend of ice

♪ I'm almost stone cold
dead In a town called Malice

♪ Ooh, yeah... ♪