DING
LIFT BELL DINGS
KEYS JANGLE
DOOR OPENS
Look at that view!
What a place! MARCO CHUCKLES
What are you doing?
LAUGHS Looking for leprechauns.
- Leprechauns? - Yeah.
I think we may have just found a pot of gold
at the end of the bloody rainbow.
There's no gold unless we pony the port.
Come, see this.
Antwerp.
Second largest port in Europe.
And we've got a front-row seat.
It's a good find, mate.
It's downright perfect for the boosters.
So, how much of the pot is actually ours, then?
Depends. Size of the shipment. Current market price.
Overhead costs. - Ballpark.
I have no idea.
Just for fun. Guess.
- One brick of pure cocaine. - Street value?
- 100K? - So, how many in each shipment?
I don't think there's enough treats in this bag.
Round number.
Let's call it 100.
So, that's 100K multiplied by 100 kilos.
That's 10 million euros.
- And then 5%. - 500 grand.
That's 250K each for one shipment.
With expenses off the top, yeah.
Maybe I was wrong about all this.
Sorry for doubting you.
Don't be. Just don't do it again.
CHUCKLES
Watch out, man. I think she likes blow.
I could've bought me and Rika a house in the countryside with...
No, we're not going there. Tonight is boys' night.
- Like old times. - Like old times.
But this time with "fuck it" money.
OK, yeah. What do lads do with "fuck it" money?
- On your left! On the left! - Oh!
Move!
Argh! Oh, shit!
# I need a gun
# I need a gun... #
MUSIC FADES, THEY GROAN AND GRUNT
SQUEALS
No, no, no, no, no.
Oh, man. Just let me have a little moment, please.
TOBIAS GRUNTS, MUSIC RISES
- "Fuck it" money! # Even there's no question
# The answer is yes... #
MARCO: Smell that? - Smell what?
Us...
..making money.
ENGINE REVS, TYRES SCREECH
PHONE BUZZES
# Fade, fade, fade, fade, fade
# Fade into you... #
ONCKO: My grandma once told me we're all unique.
Every one of us.
But unless you do something with that uniqueness...
..you aren't special.
To be special, you have to be bold enough
to show the world how you are unique.
Black and Scottish.
Well, I'd say my uniqueness is always on display.
- Nothing bold about that. - That's just confusing.
Maybe going after the product was too bold.
No, we had to do something.
Ulva. She just texted me.
What does that fucking barnacle want?
Does she know something we don't?
If we can't get the product, there's no way the Irish can.
Aye, no way.
- That fact or speculation? - I'm just assuming?
Fantastic (!)
Except now is not the time to speculate or assume.
CALLUM: Three bedroom, three bath.
I'd turn one room into an office.
Third bedroom's on the small side, so... leave that one for guests.
Don't want them to get too comfortable.
Otherwise they'll never leave. SHE CHUCKLES
Kitchen could use a few upgrades.
You're handy in a kitchen?
I specialise in freezer to microwave.
Perfect.
So, how's the new job?
It's going reasonably well, I guess.
- Problems? - No, not really.
Just that... not everyone loves new competition coming to town.
SHE CHUCKLES
- I can relate. - So, what do you think?
- It's beautiful. - Mm.
Although it could do with a little more furniture.
Ah! Good point. Yeah, I'll make a mental note of that.
Do.
It's not too much, is it?
You could go for less, if that's what you'd prefer.
I'm not in the market for less.
OK.
TOBIAS: The pipeline.
Not now, man. I'm gonna need you to focus on how to install that pony.
And I will. If our cut after costs comes off the top,
the best way for us to maximise our profit
is to help them reduce expenses.
By making the pipeline more efficient.
Exactly. If we're able to monitor every aspect of the operation,
we can highlight the pitfalls, then find ways to improve it.
Including identifying the cheapest delivery methods
and the least patrolled routes.
- To reduce losses. - Exactly.
Streamlining the flow of product from farm to nostril.
THEY LAUGH
That was a good night, man. You sure you gotta be off?
I'm meeting up with Sloane.
I'll make sure to talk to her about that pipeline, OK?
Are you sure you're gonna be fine on your own?
I'll be all right. I've got Inez, haven't I?
Hey, mate, can you get me a gun?
- What? - You know, just in case.
In case you need a paperweight?
In case we run into any more trouble.
Dude, trouble would be you with a gun.
You've never even fired one. - I have.
Halo doesn't count.
Keep your trigger finger for the keyboard.
That's where your glory is.
ENGINE STARTS
ANGELIQUE: Everything look good?
It sure does.
So, er...
..how about a little shift for good luck?
Shift?
Yeah, like a little poke.
I don't speak Irish.
Do you want a kiss?
Yeah, I do.
- OK. - Where you going?
To find someone who can give you a nice shift.
Come on, you know that's not what I meant.
Now drive like you mean it, you Irish stud.
SHE CHUCKLES Yes, ma'am.
ENGINE ROARS Whoo!
TYRES SQUEAL
Whoo!
HE BREATHES HEAVILY
Are you OK? What happened?
Everything's fine.
Were you...
Were you worried about me or something?
Of course I am. You're my ride home.
THEY LAUGH
Antwerp's sorted. But now we're on the clock for a soft landing.
Toby's setting up the boosters as we speak.
- That's the easy part. - You're making me hungry.
We have five days to set up the pony.
It's more than enough. - I appreciate the confidence,
but too much can lead to complacency,
which leads to mistakes, all resulting in a "missing" poster
your poor mother'll be keening over the rest of her days.
Is that a threat?
CHUCKLES
We're well past threats, Marco, but never past worry.
Got it.
Tobias and I were also thinking of ways of improving the pipeline.
DOORBELL RINGS Oh, hold that thought.
DOOR OPENS Hi, welcome. Come on in.
DOOR SHUTS Nice coat.
MAN: Gorgeous.
SLOANE: This is my business partner, Marco.
Marco, this is Callum. - Mm. Hi. Sorry.
Nice to meet you, Marco.
- You're Irish? - Yeah.
You work for the Walshes?
No.
Callum's just moved to town. He's an architect.
Oh. And you two are old friends?
New friends. Friends?
Would you like some wine and cheese?
Yeah. Beautiful spread. Would love some of everything.
Great. Help yourself.
Let's pick this up tomorrow.
CORK POPS
- No worries. - Thanks.
You know what I mean.
- Have a good night. - Thanks, man.
Will do my best.
DOOR OPENS
Your mum would've loved this.
TOBIAS: You know, the little guy.
BARTENDER: You're not that little.
I don't mean physically.
But because I've always been good...
..gifted, even, with computers,
I've always been treated as "less than",
which makes no sense.
Do you know what the most powerful weapon is on Earth?
Nuclear bomb.
Technically, yeah.
But I was thinking more the human brain.
I'd still go with the bomb.
All right, but what invented the bomb?
- The human brain. - The human brain.
Which means smart people should get more respect.
But yet I let my...
..my ex-girlfriend's parents shit all over me.
Why? Because they've got more money.
I'll take brains over money any day of the week.
Depends on how much money.
I'm such a loser.
No, that's no way to talk about yourself.
I'm a strong believer in self-affirmation.
Ever tried it? - No.
OK. Repeat after me.
I am strong.
I am confident.
I am powerful.
I am...
Do you know how I can get a gun?
What?
I am strong.
I am confident.
I am powerful!
- Dude, it's just an affirmation. - You hear me, world?
I am powerful.
Brother. Take it easy.
- Piss off, mate! - Yeah? Get out.
Oi! Get your grubby hands off me, bro.
TOBIAS CHUCKLES
How'd you like me now, mate?
Hey? Boom! LAUGHS
Boom!
BRINA: That's very nice, Callum.
CALLUM: 'It really is a beautiful city.
'Doesn't have the old-world charm of much of Europe,
'but the architecture is incredibly progressive.'
Staying in character, are you? Good man.
'Actually, that's... genuine me, sir.'
Oh, right.
Any developments we should be privy to?
'I've seen Sloane a couple of times.
'Casual. Nothing too forced.
'To be candid, I do find her quite...
'..engaging.
'But it's been difficult to get a proper read on her.'
She's very tight-lipped, the princess.
Less chance of being stung that way.
- But there'll be a tell. - Oh. What might that be?
Our daughter values her nights to herself,
so evening meetings are a good sign with her.
- Good to know. - 'She's very focused on her work.'
Yeah, too bloody focused, if you ask me.
If you want to hold her attention,
you'll need to inject yourself into her life
without appearing too needy.
'That's a tricky balance.'
Everything about the princess is tricky.
Runs in the genes.
Well, keep pushing, all right?
Before she does something... scientific.
ROCK MUSIC PLAYS
PHONE BUZZES
Yeah?
ONCKO: 'You ever look in the mirror and not like who's looking back?'
Don't like to make a habit of it, but yeah, sometimes.
I don't.
That's fucking good for you.
I heard what happened at the port. That's a fucking tough deal, man.
'Yeah, well... police are like a plague.
'Shit could've happened to any of us.'
Yeah, it didn't, though, did it?
Nice ride, that race car of yours.
That was you.
ONCKO CHUCKLES, ENGINE STARTS
'You're the paranoid type, huh?'
Yeah, just a tad.
Helps me keep my trigger sharp. ENGINE REVS
'As long as you keep tooling around my neighbourhood,
'I suggest you keep one eye on the road
'and the other in the rear-view.'
Yeah, yeah, why don't you just keep fucking talking?
Cos I'm coming for you.
ENGINE REVS I won't be far.
Motherfucker!
How'd he know I was at the fucking track?
SLOANE: Followed you, maybe?
Look on the bright side. If they're fussing over you,
they're not busy bringing in new products.
That's not what it means.
It also means that when our shipment arrives, the market is ours.
Buyers will be lining up. We can charge whatever we want.
Jesus fucking Christ, Sloane!
He was fucking right outside! He was fucking threatening me!
Hey! HE PANTS
Please don't break anything. At least not in my office.
It's only a threat if you take it as one.
How the hell else am I meant to fucking take it?
As a sign we're on the right track.
We have the tech, and now we have Antwerp.
Everything's going according to plan.
Our plan.
KEYBOARD CLACKS
ELECTRONIC BEEPING
SQUEAKING
WOMAN ON PHONE:
KNOCKS ON DOOR Hello.
Hello?
HORNS DRONE, DRUMMING
Hello?
TRAIN HORN BLARES
BEEP
I am strong. I am confident.
I am strong.
I am confident.
PHONE BUZZES
WHISPERS: Hey. What's going on?
Why are you whispering?
Cos I don't want anyone to hear me.
'What are you doing?'
- I'm ponying the port. - Now?
'Yeah, well, once I get off the phone.'
How?
I hacked into the staff database and got myself a cleaning job.
The overalls are really comfortable.
Toby, if you're in the control centre right now,
why'd you answer my call?
Cos it was you.
'What the...? You can't be doing this on your own.'
Get out of there and wait for me.
No, not this time. I've got this. Talk later.
Toby.
Fuck! TOILET FLUSHES
PHONE BUZZES
EXHALES, CHUCKLES
PHONE BUZZES
OK.
Inez?
WHISTLES Daddy's home.
Inez?
Hiya, honey. What's for dinner, then?
CHUCKLES
Oh, your little girl here isn't much for security, are you, little doll?
Marco's not here.
I know, yeah.
You gonna put that down so we can have a little chat?
So, you and me haven't really...
..had much of a chance to get to know each other, have we?
Which is a shame, because now I need you to do something for me,
and I don't know if I can trust you.
You can trust me.
What kind of car do you drive?
Car?
You can tell a lot about a guy from what kind of car he drives.
So what kind of fucking car do you drive?
I've never actually owned a car.
Oh, for fuck's sake!
I know how.
I used to drive my dad's when he couldn't.
Couldn't what?
CLEARS THROAT
Lost in his cups, was he?
All right, listen.
That Oncko prick stole one of my driver's burners, yeah?
I need you to track him.
OK, yeah. I can do that.
Do you want me to do it right now? FARRELL CHUCKLES
To be honest, man,
I think I'd rather pop my own eyeballs out with chopsticks
than watch you do your fucking computer shite.
FARRELL LAUGHS Well, don't do that.
Listen, Tobias, man...
it's between you and me, yeah?
It's our little secret. All right?
What is this?
It's a present.
Do I look like the type of woman whose love language is random gifts?
You haven't even opened it.
Unless it's my partner offer
folded up neatly inside a cute little jewellery box...
..I have no use for it.
Jolie, please... take it.
It's expensive.
David, I'm serious.
I've proven myself in more ways than one.
I deserve to be a partner. - I'm sorry, Pookie.
No-one gets a key card to the top floor
without bringing in a big deal.
Not even you.
How big?
I can't say for sure, but at least mid eight figures.
I need to run upstairs to a partner meeting.
So, are we still on for dinner and, uh...
..a bit of the other tonight?
Undecided.
KEYBOARD CLACKS, ELECTRONIC BEEPING
Is it ours?
Did you get it?
PHONE BUZZES
Well?
Truck'll be rolling into Rotterdam in the next 90 minutes.
MARCO CHUCKLES That was smooth.
Antwerp's looking good on you, my friend.
Stop. You're making me blush.
GUNSHOT
Truck should be here by now.
PHONE BUZZES
Oh, wait, this is our guy.
For fuck's sake!
Fuck!
KIERAN: 'Are you two trying to give me an aneurysm?'
I'm sorry, Da. I don't know how I didn't see this coming.
And Farrell, why are you sitting there like a mute peacock?
'Have the gowlbags robbed your tongue, as well?'
Why are you going after me?
The whole Antwerp thing was Sloane's idea.
No, no, no. No, no.
'The tech worked a charm.'
It was the ground operation that fell on its fucking face.
Last time I checked, that was your area of expertise.
We'll need to leave for the charity dinner soon.
Fuck the dinner!
Any more of this nonsense, we'll have no quid to put in.
I'm sorry, love. The dinner is very important.
I'm sure Farrell and Sloane are already two paces ahead
with a plan to resolve the situation.
'Isn't that right, my darlings?' - Yes, Mum.
Enjoy your dinner.
I think I can get used to living here.
Not sure me and Inez are ready for a roommate just yet.
Oh, what, it's your place now?
Yeah. PHONE BUZZES
What?
Oncko hijacked the shipment.
Fuck! Fuck!
What are you doing up so early? - Just having a bit of a go.
Hey, take it easy. It's a communal space. No porn.
Come see this.
What are you doing? Are you tracking someone?
I noticed a pattern just outside of Rotterdam,
but I haven't been able to pin down...
Wait, wait, wait. Please pretend like I haven't had coffee yet.
Have some of that.
I'm good.
Farrell asked me to track Oncko.
Farrell...
..asked you?
Am I supposed to take offence to that?
Anyway, look, you're missing the point.
Oncko is somewhere in here.
Which means that our shipment could be.
Maybe.
I just need to pin down an exact location.
Good shag?
- What? - Up this early?
Either you were out all night shagging or we're fucked.
No, I just couldn't sleep.
Best way to ease a troubled mind
is to warm yourself up against a lady friend.
Used to work for me, anyway.
You've been in love, have you?
Yeah.
Once.
Not recent.
Well, what happened?
Beautiful redhead.
Freckles all over her.
Even on her pretty little fingers.
Lily.
Well, she didn't mind my occupation at first.
Not when I was bringing home your average yearly wage in a month.
Then things started getting nasty with the O'Learys.
- What, the O'Learys? - Yeah, the fucking O'Learys.
I used to give Lily a little present each week.
Something small... simple, but she loved it.
The thought, you know.
And then one day, the O'Learys left a little present for me.
Lily opened it, thinking it was for her.
And what, did she...?
No, she didn't.
Well, she lives in Galway...
..with her accountant husband, her three adorable children and her...
..six freckled fingers.
God bless her.
I kept to myself ever since.
Doesn't have to be that way for you, though.
Just need to figure out what's important to you,
and then you protect that with everything you've got.
Because Farrell, if you don't,
you risk not having anyone to warm you up
on those sleepless nights.
ROD: For the T-shirts?
Thought you'd given up on all that.
SHE SPEAKS DUTCH, HE SIGHS
ANNE MARIE:
TOBIAS: He must be on this block.
Or the next one up, or... or maybe one block over.
- That's what, that way or that way? - Either.
There must be an easier way.
Why don't we just call him up, ask him where he is (?)
Yeah, that's a great idea (!) Why don't you do it?
And when he picks up, you just ask him where the drugs are.
VEHICLES APPROACH
Right there.
And that's your decision to make?
Just know that when it all goes to shit with our competitors,
which it will,
and you come crawling back to us, which you will,
expect a renegotiation.
And no need telling you which way the decimal point's heading.
MOUSE CLICKS
SHE EXHALES
FARRELL LAUGHS Here, Sloane.
My "Farrell's up to no good" alarm's just gone off. Why?
Well, I asked our good friend Tobias here to track Oncko for us.
And do you know what?
He's only gone and fucking found him.
What am I looking at?
The livestream of Oncko's headquarters.
Once we found their location,
I overrode the security protocols and gained access to their cameras.
There's four cameras outside and three inside,
of which one of them is looking directly at...
- Our shipment. FARRELL: Unbelievable.
You were right, sis. This tech shite's fucking brilliant!
Well, are we just gonna gloat?
Or are we gonna get our product back?
PHONE BUZZES
Hey, Rika.
Please don't.
OK.
What did Rika want?
We're just discussing the corporate structure.
Is she OK?
She's fine.
Did she ask about me?
She didn't.
Sorry, buddy.
I want in on the operation.
- What do you call this, then? - No, I want IN in.
"Gun in hand, feet on the ground" in.
MARCO: Toby.
All right, fuck it.
You ever held one of these before? - No.
All right. Barrel, slide, trigger, safety, yeah?
Put the clip in, chamber the round, and now it's live.
Barrel, clip, trigger, safety.
That's right.
All right, legs apart, arms up.
Line up the sights in the barrel. When you're ready, pop it off.
Yeah, or if things get really hairy,
you know, you can just turn tail and leg it.
O'BRIEN: Home to tomorrow's best and brightest.
KEYBOARD CLACKS
It's all clear.
All right. Unlock the back door.
It's done.
Starting the security camera loop now.
You stay here.
Sit tight. We need somebody on the lookout.
Yeah, I can do that.
Any sign of a problem, you let me know.
Marco.
Be careful.
HE BREATHES HEAVILY
You all right?
I'm all right.
ELECTRONIC BEEPING
Shit.
Shit, shit.
Come on.
PHONE BUZZES
Fuck.
GUNS COCK
Fuck. Fuck. EXHALES DEEPLY
GUNFIRE
I am strong.
I'm confident.
I am strong.
I'm confident.
Hey!
Marco, get over here!
DISTANT GUNFIRE
HE GROANS SOFTLY
GRUNTING
HE PANTS
HE BREATHES RAPIDLY
DOOR CRASHES OPEN
GRUNTS
Toby? What the fuck are you doing? Get back in the car.
WHISPERS: Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.
DOOR SCREECHES OPEN
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