01x04 - Let's Go All The Way

[bunniefuu]

This programme contains
very strong language.

This Cindy,

she's hiding something from
us. She has already got a man.

You know what you're
doing with that, yeah?

It's not my first rodeo.

How d'you know my
mother? Your mother?

The truth is, you've got
nothing and you know it.

(SPEAKS IN DUTCH)

We own this land now. What
do we know about building?

Who actually builds
these places?

Gitanos. Local gypsies.

Let's break bread with the Gitanos.
What's the worst that can happen?

I make you right. The Gitanos weren't
showing you the respect you deserve.

(g*n CLICKS)

(SHOUTS IN SPANISH)

The g*n was empty!

You'll never put up your hotel.

Please.

♪ PHIL COLLINS: In
the Air Tonight. ♪

(RAVEN CAWS)

(DRUM SOLO)

♪ I can feel it coming
in the air tonight,

♪ Oh lord.

♪ I've been waiting for this
moment for all my life. ♪

(SPEAKS IN DUTCH)

(MEN CHATTER IN DUTCH)

(SINGS BADLY): ♪ I can feel it
coming in the air tonight! ♪

(WOMEN CRY)

May I help you, ladies?

You most certainly
can. (g*n CLICKS)

And you can start by unloading
your truck, you Dutch b*tch.

♪ ADAM ANT: Kings Of
The Wild Frontier ♪

You wouldn't.

(g*nsh*t)

Oh, we would.

Take everything you want.

VILLAGER: Bingo!

♪ I feel beneath the white

♪ There is a redskin suffering

♪ From centuries of taming

♪ I feel beneath the white

♪ There is a redskin suffering

♪ From centuries of taming. ♪

Look what your pig of a
father has done to you.

♪ A new royal family,
a wild nobility

♪ We are the family (Yeah)

♪ A new royal family,
a wild nobility

♪ We are the family ♪

Lola, the daughter.
She liked you.

She knew you were
speaking sense.

Til my dad tried to
k*ll her old man.

Wasn't exactly a
charm offensive.

Yeah. He's offensive
without the charm.

(CHUCKLES)

Well surely with all your
charm, it's worth a final try?

'What were you
expecting, Albert?'

Peace pipes with the Gitanos

after you tried to stick a b*llet
in Diego's f*cking canister?

Gene, he made me
beg... like a child.

Takes a big man to
seek forgiveness, Alb.

Swallow.

You'll always be the
power in this family.

No one can rally
the troops like you.

But maybe it's time to delegate.

Swallow.

Empower your boys.

Make them feel valuable.

Tell them what
they need to hear.

But never forget...

you're the Gansa Macher.

'But what would I say?'

'That he's a little man with
big ideas about himself,

'and they don't have
to deal with him...

You're forgetting he
owns the land, Cind.

Look, just get Lola and the Gitanos
back onside and he'll see sense.

Money talks, trust me.

You gave up everything for me.

And I'd do it again
in a heartbeat.

Then let's do this together.

We'll set up a meet with Lola.

For us.

f*ck the rest of them.

Let's hope she's in a better
mood than her old man.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(TYRES SCREECH)

(HORSE NEIGHS)

f*ck.

We thought we'd save
you the trip this time.

(g*ns CLICK) Maybe I wasn't
clear last we talked.

We want nothing to
do with you Lords.

Two minutes is all we need.

Por favor, Senora.

I swear to you,
it'll be worth it.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC RISES)

These are the plans
my uncle left.

It'll provide work for
your whole community.

You really think we'll
pack up and leave, huh?

For some scraps of work?

I'm not suggesting that.

I have this land in my blood,

like my father and
his father before him.

We are not going anywhere, OK?

So please leave, while
I'm still in a good mood.

Thank you.

Lola.

Do you really want to ignore someone
who talks to you like an equal

and wants your people
to prosper, hmm?

Who has ever done
anything for your lot?

We don't work for no one...

ever!

OK?

But partners...

maybe?

Yeah? You have collateral?

Certainly f*cking do.

(SPEAKS IN SPANISH)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

One hundred blocks.

Each one weighs one kilo.

You know how much that's worth?

It's still soft.
Where'd you get it?

Dutch smugglers landed it
in our cove from Morocco...

so we taxed them.

Listen, you wanna
finance your hotel,

you help me sell this.

What do you get out of it?

Twenty percent of everything.
The land. The hotel. Everything.

Ten percent and we go to work.

And make sure you
keep your dad sweet.

I'll be in touch.

Keep it.

(ENGINES START)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

What do we know
about drugs, Cind?

Listen to me, heart.

This is an opportunity, yeah? A
one-time deal to get some reddies.

After that, we do it all
on the straight and narrow.

Alright, f*ck it!

If we're gonna do this,
let's go all the way.

Trust me?

You know I do. Good.

Cos puff won't build a
hotel, but cash will.

And I think I might
know who can help...

Ola.

I'm looking for the
owners of that car there.

Couple of well-dressed
Dutch cats.

No?

(g*n CLICKS) (SCOFFS)

You've got some f*cking
ba*ls showing up here.

Easy, treacle, I come in peace.

And you will leave in pieces.

Don't play games, English.
Where is the rest of our hash?

Back in your box,
you Dutch f*ck.

Oi, sit down, you old c**t,
or I'll slash his throat.

Listen, you boys will never land
another boat-load past the Gitanos.

Not without us. We can
offer you safe passage.

How? None of your
concern, top g*n.

First, we need to know
where you get it from.

We have a Moroccan connection.

Yeah? We want to meet 'em.

Maybe we could set up
a- Are you f*cking mad?

Ey! Easy...

Look, mate, introduce us

and you'll get access to
the beach you paid for,

and we'll guarantee all
future shipments get through.

No more agg from the Gitanos.

Put that knife down.

After you. Put
that knife down!

Put the g*n down, you Dutch
mug. (SHOUTS IN DUTCH)

Go on, put the g*n
down. Put it down.

(COUGHS)

So...

we have a deal?

You'll hook us up with
your Moroccan connection?

Look...

We're just little guys.

We work for an
organisation in Amsterdam.

(SHOUTS IN DUTCH)

Yeah, well, I speak nothing
but the English language.

But that sounds like
you're f*cked without us.

♪ SLY FOX: Let's
Go All The Way ♪

Here's your drugs, you Toby.

'I'm yours forever, Gene.'

Know that.

Pick any one of those
gaffs up there, Cind.

When we're done, I'm gonna buy
you whichever one you want.

Maybe this can be
home after all, eh?

Yeah. Come here.

♪ Let's go all the way ♪

♪ Let's go all the way ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Let's go all the way ♪

(MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY)

Where is everyone?

f*ck knows.

(VOICES CHATTER IN THE DISTANCE)

♪ FLYING PICKETS: Only You ♪

Oyi! Oyi!

Alright, Kelly, Ant,
how you doing boys?

Why the long faces?

Three. Two. One. b*mb!

Oh, for f*ck's sake!

Nice one, son.

You alright, boy?

Mum.

Eddie...

♪ Came back only yesterday

♪ I'm moving further away

♪ Want you near me

♪ All I needed was
the love you gave

♪ All I needed for another day

♪ And all I ever knew

♪ Only you ♪

Gene, I can explain.

♪ And all I ever knew

♪ Only you ♪

The f*ck are you
doing here, Mum?

I met Gene while you were
inside. It... just happened.

We had to go on our
toes, we came here.

You k*lled a f*cking policeman!

I didn't... I didn't
k*ll him, Eddie.

There was a... a
fight. We had to run.

And... he died.

It was an accident.

When I came home, there
was nothing there.

I didn't know what to do.

I was living off
f*cking Monster Munch.

I'm so sorry, baby.

But they didn't tell
me you were released.

I tried to call you so-And what's
with all this 'Cindy' bullshit?

I've not heard somebody call
you that since I was a kid.

I wanted to leave Mercy behind.

Prison, your dad, it just...

felt like my past was weighing
down on me, I needed a clean start.

Was I ever part of
that clean start?

Everything I've done
has been for you, baby.

You have to believe that.

If you're gonna stay here,
then you've gotta promise me

you'll be careful, alright?
Stay out of trouble?

I mean it, Eddie. I'm
not gonna warn you twice.

I will.

I promise.

Promise? Promise? Yes.

Yes? Yes, what?
Yes, who? Yes, Mum.

Mh-hm. Yes, Mum.

He's a good-looking
boy, I'll give him that.

Look...

He's been in jail, he'll
fit in fine round here.

Dad, don't it matter to
you that she lied to me?

Hmm?

That she was hiding her
f*cking son from us...

Gene,

I've cut people, torched gaffs,
done bird, been on my toes

you really think that Cindy
not telling you she's got a kid

is gonna spin my nut, hey?

Come on, boy.

Drink up, babe, it'll
make you feel better.

I don't want your tea, Mum.

At least it's a son and
not a f*cking husband.

How did Kelly know anyway?

He didn't just bump into him.

Yeah.

Of course, it was you.

Who else would stick their nose
in? I was looking out for you, son.

Why don't I believe you, Mum?

And you wonder why I wanted to
get the f*ck away from you all.

Gene.

Is that it? Is that the bag?

Yeah.

Full of reddies. All
the way from London.

He had a cricket bat, Dad.

He nearly knocked me
into a c*ck hat.

But I grabbed the yogga and I go,
"f*cking open the f*cking peter!"

Like that.

No, seriously, there's
blood on them reddies

For you.

Good boy.

Go and check on your
brother, will you?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

One. One. Two. Good.

Three. Five.

Come on. One. One. Two.

Come on. What did I say?
Concentrate. Keep you guard up.

Grandad, watch this.

Good boy. Give us a minute, Ant?

Me and your Dad have
got to talk business.

You told me to stay and
listen to the men talk.

Yeah. But now I'm
telling you to f*ck off.

Go on, son.

He's inherited your skills.

And yours.

This Cesar fella. The Mayor?

Can he be a friend?

It's just... I see
you talk to him.

Mum certainly liked him.

If he's the man down here,
and we wanna build stuff,

then we've gotta get him onside.

So...

you find out what he's about.

And if he likes a
lick of the lolly...

offer him a taste.

Why not Gene?

Your brother's
had his head spun.

He's no value at the moment.

Besides, I need my
General on this.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Come on.

Man's shoulders.

You can handle this.

Dad...

Don't do it again.

Not in front of my wife.

Please.

Don't come back
empty-handed, son.

Come on, Kel, let's
get a move on.

Go.

You're really gonna meet
the Moroccans without me?

Don't you see this is
exactly what your Mum wanted?

Us at each other's throats.

Gene, please, we
need each other.

We were just getting somewhere.

Come on mate, let's shake out.

KELLY, FOR f*ck SAKE!!

Why don't you just f*ck
off back to London?

And forget about the engagement.

Give him time, girl.

He just needs to cool off.

We're going to Club Paradiso for
lunch, why don't you come along?

Ever been in a Corniche, son?

Well, get used to it. You're
part of our family now.

♪ VISAGE: Fade To Grey ♪

♪ One man on a lonely platform

♪ One case sitting by his side

♪ Two eyes staring
cold and silent

♪ Shows fear as he turns to hide

♪ Ah, we fade to grey

♪ Ah, we fade to grey. ♪

(SOMBRE AMBIENT MUSIC)

He's a good kid once
you get to know him.

I don't give a f*ck!

Concentrate. We're here.

Alright, don't get lemon.

Right, come on.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

If you insist on
wearing that coat, Kel,

stick your hand in your pocket
like you're carrying a weapon.

It's not my first rodeo, Gene...

Stay schtum and let
me do the talking.

Nah. Don't try and side door
me. I know how to be, you mug.

Ola, Chikkas.

They're Dutch, mate.

(SPEAKS IN DUTCH)

(EERIE MUSIC)

♪ BONEY M: Sunny ♪

What was you inside for, Ed?

GBH.

Must have been hard on your
mum, having you so young.

S'pose.

It's not easy keeping you kids
on the straight and narrow.

She tried her best.
Course she did.

You only need to look
at you to know that.

You gonna get in
that pool or not?

Don't be shy.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Go on.

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(GULPS)

'If you're in South London and
you mention our name, the Lords,

you'd get anyone to the table,
you'd certainly get bought a drink.

That's a big deal
where we are cos'...

I believe you have something
that belongs to me.

We're just messengers...

Welcome. So, tell me...

These Gitanos are
protective of their land.

Anything that passes through
it is theirs for the taking.

They call it a tax.

The only problem is, the land
belongs to my family now,

so it's not in
their jurisdiction.

So, that's where you come in?

Correct. And what do
you get out of this?

An opportunity to meet
your people in Africa.

You've run hash before?
Listen, son. Listen, right.

You lay it on us
and we'll move it.

Right, we've got
England cornered off.

We could flood the gaff if we
wanted to, but-Kelly, shush.

Alas...

We're done here.
Tariq, please.

Truth is, we're
out of our depth.

We're on the street in London,
nothing more. Speak for yourself.

If you want a safe
passage for your hash...

I'm the only one that
can make that happen.

What I lack in muscle,
I make up for in brains.

And let's have it right,

those two are pretty
f*cked in that department.

I tell you what.

I'll arrange for you to
meet my people in Morocco...

on one condition. Name it.

You return these
Dutch boys hash...

by tomorrow.

It's not mine to give.
I'm not in charge of it.

You are now.

8:00PM. Boatyard. Inshallah.

Don't be late.

Who's the Toby
now? Yeah, jog on.

(HENCHMAN TALKS IN SPANISH)

Let's hope that
Lola plays along.

Don't f*cking shush me, Gene!

Not in front of people!

(SPEAKS IN SPANISH)

Stop! Why?

I need to check your bag? Why?

Oi! c**t! You tryna make
out my boy's a thief?

Exactly. What you doing?

Give me that! You
wanna check his bag?

Yes. Right, here goes.

This is not your wallet, Sir.
I didn't take that, I swear.

This is a respectable club.

That how you operate, is it?

Spot a dark mush and
try and set 'em up?

That's right, pick it up!

And as for you Spanish mugs,

you can all f*ck
off, the lot of you!

The gaff is shot to bits anyway!

Come on.

Welcome to the family.

(80s SYNTH MUSIC SWELLS)

Mayor Cabrol? Senor Lord.

Call me Cesar, please.

You play tennis? I'm
hardly John McEnroe.

(MIMICS MCENROE): "You
cannot be serious?!"

I am.

Listen, I wanted to ask
your advice on something.

We've been talking
with the Gitanos

about maybe throwing something
up on the land, together.

Like what?

Isn't it obvious?

If you were a
little less cryptic.

f*cking hotels, mate. What
else d'you build on the Costa?

Mr Lord, if you wish to
submit a planning application,

you should contact my secretary.

I was hoping we
could swerve that.

I beg your pardon?

Thought you might fancy
a lick of the lolly.

A bag of cash. That's
how you operate?

Just wanna help the community.

Tomorrow, I leave for Tangier.

So, if you're looking
for planning permission,

I suggest you make an
appointment for when I return.

It can't wait.

If it really can't wait...

I'm contactable here in Morocco.

And, Mr Lord, don't ever
try to buy me again.

Adios.

If he says he didn't steal
anything, I'd tend to believe him.

Anthony can be a
little f*ck. Yep.

Can't have been easy
bringing him up on your own?

We got by.

I saw his back.

Nasty burn.

Silly thing scalded himself with
a hot pan when he was a baby.

Chavvies, eh?

Take your eye off 'em for a
minute and they cause you grief.

We need to take a drive.

Come on.

♪ KEN BOOTHE: Everything I Own ♪

♪ You sheltered me from harm

♪ Kept me warm

♪ Kept me warm

♪ You gave my life to me. ♪

This was one of your
dad's favourites.

♪ Set me free, set me free

Bus goes to Malaga airport,
there's one in an hour.

Take it...

What? Why?

What did I tell you at the beach,
Eddie? Stay out of trouble.

I didn't steal anything!
I don't f*cking care!

Listen...

I messed your life up once.

I'm not gonna do
it a second time.

You're better off
away from here...

away from me.

Go!

Please, Eddie, just go!

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

f*ck you.

'Cindy.'

You done what?!

Told you he'd go
mad. Len, please,

the cove is hidden from the
police, it's safe in a storm.

Why do you think the Dutch
wanted it off Uncle Tony?

It's properly valuable.
All we have to do

is prove ourselves to the
Moroccans and we're in the game.

Dad'll have a f*cking clutcher!
Dad doesn't need to know.

One shipment is all it'll take
to get this up and running.

And once he sees the
reddies, he'll be sweet.

And you let this
happen, silly bollocks?

I was told to shut up, wasn't I?

Len. We're talking over
half a million quid, mate.

Better than knocking out chawed
fur coats down East street market.

Dad was right. Your
judgement's shot.

We have got a hundred acres
of prime development land

and yet we're still potless!

How d'you wanna be?

What you playing at, Gene?

This ain't a bit of you,
mate. Your telling me.

Two weeks in Spain and he
thinks he's Ronnie f*cking Kray.

Come on, Kel. If he wants to
dig his own grave, let him.

Better hope to God
dad doesn't find out.

Wait, Len. Hey, Len.

It's alright, I'll sort it.

Sort what, Kell? What
are you gonna sort?

I'm just saying that, y'know.

I'll take care of it,
you know what I'm like.

I do know what you're like.
Stay the f*ck out of it...

Gene's better off without you.

Are you alright, you wanna talk?

I need to find Gene, Carly.

I... He won't talk to me,

he won't sleep in the same bed.

I.. I gotta make things right.

Oh, babe, he'll come round.

He's nuts about you.

And he seems lovely, your boy.

Gene'll see that.

He won't. Eddie's gone home.

Oh.

Oh, shame that.

Gene needs you.

He's out of his league making deals
with these Moroccans and Dutch.

You know, Len reckons it's
all gonna go pear-shaped

and Gene's bang in
the middle of it.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Where is he Carly?!

Please just f*cking
tell me where he is!

You're out of time, English.

I don't see anyone
coming to bail you out.

Gitanos f*cking you over too?

Tariq, just a few more minutes.

(SPEAKS IN ARABIC)

(g*n CLICKS)

(HORN TOOTS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Ola.

The traffic was m*rder.

There's five more
where this came from.

Lucky boys, huh?

Looks like you got
friends. Load up the truck.

Tariq, what about our deal?

I'll be in touch.

(SIRENS WAIL)

(g*ns CLICK)

f*ck.

Oh, don't tell me,
best fish in town?

Easy boys, fingers off triggers.

(OMINOUS MUSIC RISES)

Now. Do you mind if I
take a look in the sack?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Need to get you a
new watch, Lola.

I would have left you hanging
out there on your own,

but she convinced me otherwise.

For an extra ten
percent, of course.

She knew the police
were coming, Gene.

He's been on your tail for days.

And the oranges were
just a precaution.

And as it turns out,
a necessary one.

The truck's parked two streets
away, the rest in there.

Don't call me a
Dutch b*stard again.

Oh, whatever,
b*tch. I am serious.

f*ck off.

You wanna be in the game
down here on the Costa,

you'd better grow up fast.

There's a lot of desert to
dig holes in, comprende?

Sweet.

Alright.

Gene, let me explain.

When Eddie's dad died, I
was on the bones of my arse.

He got adopted, while I...

While I continued
to f*ck my life up.

I was ashamed.

(SIGHS) I couldn't
look after my child.

Do you know how it
feels to lose your boy?

Eddie was my life...

and I lost him.

(SIGHS)

And now I've done it again.

He's gone because I
can't look after him.

You think I ain't made
mistakes in my life?

Only difference between us,
Cind, is that I owned them.

When I asked you to
marry me, I meant it.

There is nothing you
don't know about me.

Because I trusted you
with my f*cking life.

And this is how you repay
me? With these lies.

I'm sorry.

You and me both.

Come on, let's go.

(DREAMY SYNTH MUSIC)

How did you get the
Gitanos back to the table?

The daughter, Lola,

I talked to her on the level and
assured her we'd look after 'em.

Right. And what's
this going to cost me?

Just a bit of
mutual respect, Alb.

I'm proud of you, boy.

You're your own man.

Sometimes I hate you for that, but
you've got a fire in your belly.

And you certainly know
how to pick the winner.

It's me who should be thanking you, - Dad.
- Well then do it... loudly.

Come here.

Thank you for helping
me get to Spain.

For calling Tony and
making that happen.

I was in trouble and you were
there for me when I needed you.

That matters to me. Good boy.

He's gonna make me
cry, here. (LAUGHS)

We're almost a normal family,
eh? Yeah. Boat dreams.

- Cheers.Cheers.
- Cheers.

So what happens now?

No more lies, alright.

I have to be able
to trust you...

You can.

Let's get back on track, yeah?

We can still build our dream.

My baby boy! You've
come back, I'm so happy.

I've missed you.

I thought you'd f*cked off - back to London?
- I changed my mind.

I mean there's nothing
there for me, now.

If that's alright with you, Mum?
Yeah. Of course it is, babe.

Here ya are, son. And
you guys, of course.

You should have never
left in the first place!

Do you want to get him
a drink of something?

Yeah, Coke? Yeah.

Pedro! Here ya are, son.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Alright, Dad.

Give us one of those.
You alright, boy?

You know me, Dad. No bother.

You know what I'm like, I
call it as I see it, don't I?

No secrets, especially from you.

There is something you
might wanna know...

about Gene's deal
with the Gitanos.

Go on.

Its this little trip he's
got planned to Morocco...

he's meeting some
drug dealers there.

He'll tell you some sh*t
about importing oranges,

but it's bollocks.

So the Mayor goes to
him, "You play tennis?"

And then Len went,
"Hardly John McEnroe".

And then he goes, "You
cannot be serious?".

And a few jokes later,

Len got the Mayor to give
us planning permission.

You done well, Len. Making
friends with the mayor,

a strong move, it'll pay
dividends down the line.

I'm proud of you, mukka.

Thanks, dad.

What next for you,
Geno? Any moves?

On top of making peace
with the Gitanos...

I might have found a way to
raise some finance for the hotel.

A little import-export thing.

- Go on then.
- An opportunity's opened up for us in Morocco.

Nothing there but desert.

And oranges.

What are you gonna do? Bring
us back some f*cking oranges?

f*cking oranges is the only action
you're gonna get down here, kiddo.

(ALL LAUGH)

♪ SIMPLE MINDS:
Alive And Kicking. ♪

♪ You turn me on

♪ You lift me up

♪ Like the sweetest
cup, I'd share with you

♪ You lift me up

♪ Don't you ever stop

♪ I'm here with you

♪ Now it's all or nothing

♪ 'Cause you said
you'll follow through ♪

Sweet, mate?

Yeah.

Sweet.

Here.

You're cold.

♪ BLACK LACE: Do the Conga ♪

♪ Do-do-dooo, come
on and the conga. ♪

Listen, I know you might
be ashamed of our past,

but I'm not.

You think I'm ashamed? You
couldn't wait to get shot of me.

That's because it's
not safe for you here.

Is it that,

or is it that you just don't want
me to be part of your new family?

They're not my family.

They're nothing to me.

So, why the f*ck
are you still here?

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

To k*ll every last one of them.

(MUSIC RISES)

♪ BLONDIE: Call Me ♪