CHOIR SINGS IN DUTCH
Maybe it's a sign.
SINGING STOPS
Through Darkest Clouds Of Condemnation.
That was beautiful. Thank you.
Although... the word "condemnation" gives me pause.
We are all guilty of it, whether we like to admit it or not.
Sometimes it comes in the form of a more popular word -
"criticism" -
placing our judgement on another
without fully understanding who they are,
from where they've come
or what life journey they've experienced.
But that is not what the Good Book is telling us to do.
Luke 6:37.
"Do not judge, and you will not be judged.
"Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned."
And this is the best part.
"Forgive...
"and you will be forgiven."
Looked to me like this may have been your first service.
In a church, that is.
Yeah, well, looks aren't always deceiving, then, are they?
No, they aren't, no.
But regardless, we're happy to have you.
Bye-bye.
But you really should make your way around the house for a proper meal.
We'd like to have you.
I'd love to...
if your daughter will allow it. CHUCKLES
I'll see to that. I hear you have a race car.
Yeah. Yeah, I have a few, actually. CLEARS THROAT
Maybe you can take me for a spin one of these days.
You can count on it, Father. LAUGHS
And I mean "Father" as in "Father".
You know, I'm not asking for your daughter's hand in marriage and all.
Farrell, I'd like you to meet our other pastor.
Although I prefer to call her Mum.
- Hi. Nice to meet you. - Hi.
I-I-I didn't know you were both of the cloth, so to speak,
but it was a beautiful sermon.
Thank you. Pleasure to meet you, Farrell.
We've been hearing a lot about you.
Only the good bits, I pray.
I'm just happy to hear you pray.
Yeah. More and more every day.
Well, that's good, son.
MONITOR BEEPS
GRUNTS SOFTLY
Hey.
Missed you.
I'm right here.
DOOR OPENS, DOORBELL TINKLES
There. No, hey.
That should just about... disinfect your gashes. Huh?
See, that's me doing you a favour. Hm?
Now it's your turn.
Ask the little bastard where the prick who popped me brother is.
I need to know who's in charge.
Who pulls you and your mates' strings?
Does it look like I speak rubbish?
Does it? Huh?
WHIRRING, HE SCREAMS
Please, stop!
Stop, stop, stop!
HE SPLUTTERS, PANTS
Have you anything to add?
Oncko.
I just work for Oncko, man.
Yeah, we know that, don't we?
We want to know who Oncko listens to.
- I fucking don't know, man. Please. SHOUTS: Bollocks!
I'm gonna chop your flute off. - OK, OK.
Right.
Here's where you do me a favour, hm?
You tell this Oncko, or whoever the fuck is in charge,
that before more blood spills, we're ready to negotiate.
Create rules of engagement.
There's plenty of business for everyone.
So we can all live in relative harmony.
Now, can you do that for me?
- Yeah. - Fantastic.
Dry him off.
I said dry him off.
You sure about that?
You disagree?
Don't you think it sends the wrong message?
Let that be my concern, not yours.
Don't make me say it again.
HE WHIMPERS, SCREAMS
KNOCKS ON WINDOW
Sorry to interrupt. You ready?
David, this is Marco de Bont. EyeSpy.
Marco. Yeah. This girl loves you... and your company.
So, we closing the new round of funding?
Um... Maybe.
Actually, we're working on another deal. A big one.
Really? That's great.
Well, glad to finally meet you, Marco. Nice jacket.
- Thank you. - David.
David.
- If you need anything, let me know. - I will.
Take your time.
SHE CHUCKLES
Anyway...
Oh.
Fuck this shit. I need real drugs.
We don't do pharmaceuticals.
This is from the earth.
It will help you. Just be patient. DOOR OPENS
I'm just saying it's a fucking option.
Do you want to end up looking like that? Cos I don't.
No offence, mate.
Keithen thinks we should cut our losses, abandon Rotterdam.
- That's not what I'm suggesting. - Oh, no?
No. But with all the police business
and Irish lunatics putting people through car washes?
Who fucking does that, by the way? I'm just saying,
maybe the smarter play would be to skip town.
Lay low for a while. Let everything cool off.
- Dude, we would lose our customers. - Exactly.
Keithen, darling,
that may be the dumbest thing that has ever come out of your mouth.
- I agree. Very fucking dumb. - Fuck you!
Fuck you, and fuck you and all!
Keep going the way it is, and we're all gonna end up cooked.
Should we talk about what's making you feel so angry?
"Feel"?
I am sick to the back teeth
of you spouting off about "feelings".
Everything out of your mouth "feels" like horseshit!
All right, just let it out.
Just let it all out.
Oncko is right. It's good to express yourself.
You'll feel better afterwards.
You are both fucking maniacs!
INHALES, EXHALES DEEPLY
He did have a point about the car wash.
That wasn't nice.
What's the appropriate response?
MONITOR BEEPS
Sorry. CHUCKLES
How does that feel? - Like someone bloody shot me.
THEY CHUCKLE SOFTLY
Well, the doctor said you're gonna live a long life.
If, of course, you don't do anything stupid...
again.
What about "happy"?
A long, happy life.
I don't know, I think that's up to you.
That's interesting, cos I thought it was up to us.
Right. CLEARS THROAT
I think we should have this conversation
when you're out of the hospital gown.
- I'll take it off right now. - Not what I mean.
You need rest, and I need a sandwich.
Rika.
Has Marco been by?
Every day.
CALLUM: Really? - Yeah.
I don't usually associate history buffs
and the enlightened modern businesswoman.
- Oh, I'll take that compliment. - As you should.
My mum always told me that if you know and respect the past,
you won't repeat the same mistakes.
Was she referring to life or... business, or men?
Speaking of history, we've come to the end of the tour.
De Witte Huis.
White House. - Wow.
Name's a touch on the nose. SHE CHUCKLES
But it's magnificent.
It was the tallest building when it was built in Rotterdam in 1898,
and the last of its kind still standing
after the Second World War, so there you go.
Certainly don't make them like that any more.
PHONE BUZZES Sorry, I'm gonna have to take this.
Yes. Marco. - 'I've been calling you.'
Yeah, I recognise that.
'I'm in the middle of something. What is it?'
I met with Jolie to talk about our vertical integration.
SHE LAUGHS That could be taken multiple ways.
'Strictly business.
'She wants to set up a handful...' - Go ahead.
'..of subsidiaries.'
Sorry, what was that?
- Who are you with? - 'Is that any of your business?'
I don't know.
Are you doing any business that would be pertinent to your COO?
Well, if you must know, I'm not. I'm with Callum.
Oh. Him.
Can we talk about the integration later?
Yeah, sure.
Oh, Marco. How's the Tobias problem?
- Under control. - 'Good.'
Our T-shirts are coming ashore soon.
DOCTOR SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY
..massive amounts of trauma... KNOCKS ON DOOR
Hey. SPEAKS DUTCH
Hey.
How you doing? - Hey, mate. I'm doing OK, I think.
That's really good to hear.
You gave us a good scare. - Sorry about that.
Here. Brought you this.
THEY CHUCKLE A friend for Inez.
- How's she doing? - She misses you.
- You're feeding her every...? - Every four hours.
So, Doctor, what's the prognosis?
He's family.
I was just saying, sometimes a bullet ricochets inside the body,
creating massive amounts of trauma.
But the fortunate part in this case
is the bullet entered and exited in a straight line,
so Tobias should heal fairly quickly.
Great. That's great. So that means he can go home.
The unfortunate part is the bullet grazed his liver.
Sounds bad.
It just means we need to keep you here
to monitor your liver function.
- Monitor how? - A simple blood test.
If it's just blood tests, he can do that as an outpatient, right?
I'm afraid not.
We also need to check for internal bleeding,
abdominal pain or excessive swelling.
- I think we can do that. - Marco.
Sorry.
I just don't like seeing you like this.
It's OK, mate.
I'm good here.
Of course. However long it takes.
Fuck!
CAR UNLOCKS
ALARM SQUEALS
HE BREATHES HEAVILY
I'm familiar with that look.
Look of someone who just got their knob whacked off.
LAUGHS GRUFFLY
You're staying here till this is sorted.
PHONE BUZZES
DOORBELL RINGS
Well, well, well.
HE CHUCKLES Come on in.
It was a beautiful summer day,
and I was riding my favourite mare, Sally Fields,
down this... quiet country road.
And this old truck came up beside me,
looking for directions, so I stop.
But then these two men jump out,
grab my reins and tell me to get into the back.
Sally Fields was having none of it.
She reared up, shook them off and bolted,
and me holding onto her mane with everything I had.
They chased in that truck for about a mile, shooting at us.
And just when they were about to run us down...
..Sally took a sharp right, jumped a ditch
and ran across the field all the way home.
Wow.
That must have been terrifying. - That it was.
Even more so considering I was 12.
- 12? - Mm-hm.
What did they want with a 12-year-old?
Payback for something my dad did.
- What did he do? - Fuck knows.
But that was the last time I saw those men.
- Your dad... - All this to say is...
..I understand what you're going through right now.
Walking on the edge of death.
One day, you might even...
get used to that uneasy feeling.
Embrace it.
Learn to use it to your advantage.
Guess that makes me feel a little better.
Your car. What did you tell the police?
German engineering.
I hope my insurance covers gang warfare.
Who cares?
You're making real money now. Have a little fun with it.
Buy something fucking fast. PHONE BUZZES
Tobias.
Rika?
MONITOR BEEPS
We're good to go.
KNOCKS ON DOOR
Comfortable?
Yeah. Thank you.
No need keeping yourself awake, worrying.
I need you sharp.
All right.
- Good night, then. - Night. Sloane?
Callum.
You trust him?
I think so.
Though... I hardly know the bloke.
Why you asking?
Just curious.
New people in the mix... Makes me nervous.
Tell me about it.
Wait.
WHISPERS: Yes, Marco?
Why so many pillows?
So they don't get lonely.
SNORING
The fuck?!
You answer your fucking phone when I fucking call you.
- I was fucking sleeping! - Oh.
Clearly you were sleeping
when I was trying to ring you five times last night.
I was just having a bit of fun.
A bit of fun, you say, yeah?
A bit of fun, you say, huh?
I'm having to deal with your shite
while you're off having a little fun.
- It's all under control, Da. - Yeah?
Them bastards blowing up one of your tech boy's cars -
that is not what I consider under control.
When did that happen?
ANGELIQUE GROANS
ANGELIQUE, YAWNING: Everything all right?
Yeah, all good, Angelique.
Just go back to sleep. - Yes, yeah. Thanks for asking.
WHISPERS: Who's that? - That's the fucking girl
Mum was telling you about, Angelique.
SHE FARTS
Is it?
SHOUTS: She sounds lovely.
WHISPERS: If you answered your phone,
you'd know what's fucking happening.
Now, get dressed. We have work to do.
That's the craziest plan I've ever heard.
I mean, it's...
With three containers on the ship, if we lose one or, God forbid, two,
we still have enough product to make the deal.
And on the other hand, if we clear all three...
we can control the market.
I said it was crazy, but you didn't let me finish.
It's also very wise.
We can't afford to lose our best European customer.
Can the tech boys handle all three?
Absolutely.
Fine, then. CHUCKLES
Make it rain. THEY LAUGH
How's this going?
And by that you mean, am I pregnant?
No. I'm not.
Have you found the, erm...?
You know, the...
- Sperm donor? - Yeah.
Not yet, although I'm starting to think
bringing a child into this world may not be the best idea.
You don't mean that.
Last thing I need is something that can be used as leverage against me.
Look, you can't let that way of thinking
dictate your life choices.
What do you make of this Callum fella?
What about him, Da?
Well, you two seem to be hitting it off.
KNOCKING
Come in. DOOR OPENS
What's with all the commotion out there?
Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.
Well, you're in now, son. You might as well join the party.
Marcus, right?
Uh, it... it's Marco, sir.
Yeah.
Antwerp. Is everything ready to go?
- Yes, sir. - Brilliant.
Well... I'll let you handle that.
And me and the boys will be out
having a bit of good old-fashioned Irish craic.
CHUCKLES SOFTLY
DOOR OPENS
Irish crack?
DOORBELL TINKLES
Either you didn't deliver the message,
or your boss didn't care for it.
Which means I'll have to talk to him myself.
RINGING TONE, CONNECTING TONE
'Yo, where's my juice?'
'Where is he?'
SHOUTS: Oncko, is it?
- 'Yeah, that's right.' - Ah!
I expected something a bit different.
Few more wrinkles under the eyes.
- 'Well, I'm sorry to disappoint.' - No worries.
But I need you to strap on your big-boy boots...
..and tell me who's calling your shots,
so we can do this proper.
'Fuck you.
'Fuck you and your "proper". Where's Cas?'
Your mate's right here.
Tell your boss our offer has expired.
TOBIAS: Ah! Yes!
Has there ever been a more beautiful sight?
That hurts me.
HE LAUGHS Sorry, babe.
Chalk it up to the medication.
You can think clearly, can't you?
We're about to find out.
SLOANE: Congratulations. CALLUM, ON PHONE: 'Thank you.
'It's not the most spectacular location,
'but considering it's my first commission in Rotterdam,
'it feels like cause for a celebration.'
You care to join?
I'm sorry. I have a date with the Prosecco and my tub.
Sounds rather nice.
'Feeling a tinge of jealousy.'
Callum, how well do you know my da?
- YOUR father? - 'I only have the one.'
Not well at all.
You don't have any business dealings with him?
No. Why do you ask?
BEEPING
Sorry, I have to take this.
'Enjoy your celebration.' DISCONNECT TONE
Hello? BEEPING
Yes, I'm here alone.
MAN: 'Is my delivery on schedule?'
Yes, as planned.
'I'm trusting we won't have any more disruptions?'
We won't.
'Or there will be consequences.'
LAUGHING: I'm sorry. Is that a threat?
BEEP
EXHALES SHAKILY
- That a satellite? - Yeah. BlackSky.
It's the world's most advanced space-based intelligence system.
It can see almost anything in real time, day or night.
Like, right now,
I'm using it to track our containers on this ship.
Oh, that's so cool.
It's kind of like EyeSpy, but from space.
Yeah, but it actually works.
MARCO: I like the sound of that. You think we can incorporate it?
Think you might be getting ahead of yourself there, mate.
Not the first time.
- No surprises? TOBIAS: No surprises.
I think there should be enough stimulants in here
to keep your energy levels up. - Ooh!
Oh, those are for Inez, for the road trip.
SLOANE: Callum.
You were right.
About what?
He's in league with my father.
Doing what?
Probably trying to settle his precious daughter down
with a dependable Irishman.
How do you know?
I know my father.
And I asked Callum.
I never liked the look of that little meat puppet.
He told you?
LAUGHING: Course not.
But the long pause spoke volumes.
How did you know?
I hacked his phone records.
You did, did you?
Thank you.
Let's see where these continental fucks are holing up.
CURTAIN DRAWS
FARRELL: Could use a hand.
Er... Hello?
Erm... Yeah, OK, mate. How can I help?
We need to know where that Oncko prick is.
KIERAN: You can find him on that? - Yeah.
With data fusion, I can track the knob's every move.
CHUCKLES Well... Well, shit.
Amazing, huh?
DOOR OPENS
Where'd Mr O'Brien go?
Fuck knows.
He's demented.
DOOR SHUTS, SHIP HORN TOOTS
You're having no trouble embracing the finer things.
Eh, it's all right.
It's not the best part, though.
No birdhouses.
SLOANE, ON PHONE: 'What's the ship's ETA?'
Er, not sure.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Just working on something for Farrell and Mr Walsh.
- You're working for my dad now? - Farrell and Mr Walsh?
'Tracking Oncko.'
Now? Why are you doing that?
Because they asked me to.
And a bloody good thing they did.
His cell signal just blew through my geofences.
He's heading your way.
Tobias, listen carefully. You just concentrate on the ship,
and when it docks, those three containers.
'Understood.'
Switching the satellite back to the ship now.
Should be at the port in approximately seven minutes.
Great. Anything changes, just let us know.
RINGING TONE
Where are you, Da?
Don't concern yourself.
Just get those shipments out of the port.
And what are you gonna do?
'What Walshes always do.'
Look out for one another.
There.
Gotta run.
- Hey. - Hey, babe.
Cute shirt. - Thanks.
What did I miss?
Where do I start?
Now they know we're fucking coming!
Good!
Trucks are in place.
Well, Miss CEO, I think your prize is on that ship.
Our prize, Mr COO.
TYRES SCREECH
METALLIC CLANG FARRELL: Ah!
FARRELL: Stay on them.
Motherfucker!
Fuck. They're playing with us.
PHONE BUZZES
- Hello. - Who the fuck is this?
Rika. IMITATES HIM: Who the fuck is this?
Must be Farrell.
What's going on, mate?
I need eyes on these wankers like yesterday.
I'm on it.
PHONE BUZZES
'Your call is being forwarded to an automatic voice message system.'
PHONE BEEPS
PHONE BUZZES
Marco.
Got him.
TOBIAS: 'Take a left, then the next right up.'
About 40 metres.
You'll run into a real shitshow. There's about a dozen of them.
Jesus!
This technology's grown on me.
PHONE BUZZES
Hey, mate. I'm here.
I need you to stay with us. Are you in the control centre?
Easy. I'm looking for the containers now.
WHISPERS: Fuck!
RINGING TONE
PHONE BUZZES
Hold on, Marco. Farrell's calling me.
Farrell?
Yeah, no-one's fucking here!
Sorry. Look, hang on.
"Hang on"?
Marco, I'll be back at you in a minute, all right?
- No, Toby... - No!
Call him back!
I'm checking now.
Yeah, well, you just take your sweet fucking time, then (!)
OK. Got him.
BEEP
Oh, shit!
BEEP
Oh, fuck!
"Oh, fuck" what?
GUNSHOT
GUNFIRE THROUGH PHONE
ENGINE REVS
KIERAN: Farrell!
BARKING
Tobias, what's happening?
Farrell and... and Kieran, they're...
They're in the middle of a shootout.
What?
Don't worry about them. They can handle themselves.
What about the containers?
'The power.'
What about the power?
The power in the hospital went out. My computer's dead.
SLOANE AND MARCO: Fuck! TOBIAS AND RIKA: Fuck!
GUNSHOT
Wait, wait, wait! You do it.
Who is "you"?
Marco.
You really are a genius.
'I'm gonna need your help. Let me call you back in a minute.'
I can control the pony from here.
They're up on the top deck.
All right, three, two...
one...
Now what?
Upper right corner, "Container ID" - click on it.
Got it.
Input the container's ID.
- First one? - Yep.
The container is three-deep.
We're gonna have to wait for the two on top, or you move them.
Move them.
ONCKO: I suppose now is a good time to start the negotiation.
It would, would it?
Imagine what we could accomplish together.
Call it a joint venture.
"Joint venture", he says.
I'm afraid that door is closed.
That would be your mistake.
This is our territory. We won't stop.
Until you run up against the wrong Irishman.
First one's moving.
TOBIAS: 'Good on you, mate.'
I was expecting a bit more from the King of the Irish.
But no.
You're just old...
and out of touch.
Let him go.
Uh-uh. Lose the weapon.
Lose it. - No, son.
No. Show him how we do it.
- No, Da. KIERAN: Go on.
Pull the fucking trigger!
Right here!
You Irish are all the same.
Mouthy, but with no teeth.
Oi! Willy Woncko.
ENGINE RUMBLES
- That one ours? - Yep.
Lifting now.
You've got this, Marco.
It's Zora.
Everybody's dead.
Oncko too.
OK.
Do it your way.
EXPLOSION
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