A Town Called Malice (2023) s01e01 Episode Script

The following programme contains
strong language and violent scenes.
(TAPE PLAYER CLICKS)
RADIO JINGLE:
Two-seven-five, two-eight-five
In stereo VHF! ♪
'You're tuned to Radio One,
two-seven-five and two-eight-five
'on the medium wave
and in stereo on VHF.
'Welcome to the show,
I am Gary Davies,
'we have got a packed one
full of hits.
'Including Blondie, Visage,
Toto and The Human League, Adam Ant,
'the nation's favourite song
of all time,
'the musical double
comes from Foreigner
'and today's one that got away
is by Aussie rockers INXS.
'So, sit back, relax,
as we kick off with this,
'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 fucking 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 fuckable,
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 fucking twelve years old.
He should be home, wanking,
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 fuck'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 killed me.
It's a fucking scratch, boy.
(SLAP)
Leonard!
Yeah.
Round up your cousins,
get down there!
They can't walk over us anymore.
We're fucking 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? Fucking madness
I'll fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking lose you.
Thank you For what you said
Oi, Gene. Come on?!
(FOREBODING MUSIC)
(GUNSHOT)
You don't have to do this, Gene.
I'm here, aren't I?
WHISPERS:It's too quiet, Len.
Fuckin' won't be in a minute.
(TENSE, FOREBODING MUSIC BUILDS)
You want the Lords' gear?
You gotta get past the Lords.
Fuckin' 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 fucking do them!
(ROWDY SHOUTING)
(THUDDING) (IMPACT GRUNTING)
Len?
(THUD)
Uh! Fuck 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. Fuck sake.
Fuck.
Fucking 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)
Shit. Move. Move.
Get out of here. Gavvers, move!
Oh shit.
Fuck!
(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 fuckin' 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?
Fuck.
Not so dangerous after all.
(TYRES SCREECH)
(PAINED GRUNT)
(CAR REVERSING)
Get in!
Cindy, what the fuck?!
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 fuck 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 murder.
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 fucking 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. Fuck Off!
THE CLASH: I Fought The Law ♪
(POLICE RADIOS MURMUR)
I'm sorry.
Let's go.
Fucked 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 fucked.
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)
Fuck.
(LINE BLEEPING)
Robbin' people with a six-gun
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 fucking plane!
We're gonna be alright.
I got you, Cind.
Fuck!
(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 fucking 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 killed the radio star
RADIO:
Video Killed 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 fuck any bird in here.
Brenda!
Smashed her last night. Ooh.
This is the jewel in my crown.
There is more
fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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?
Fucking 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 fucking 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.
Pussy.
Hm.
Well, that makes two cunts 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 murder 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 fucked 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 fuck?
..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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucked 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 fucking 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 fucking 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, cunt.
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 fucking 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 killed 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 fucked 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)
Fuck 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 fucking 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 fucking 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?
Fuck knows. Your lipstick.
QUIETLY:Cunt!
(SLOW, DISCORDANT MUSIC)
(KNOCKING)
(DOOR LOCKS CLUNK)
Enter.
(INTENSE, FOREBODING MUSIC)
Tone, just relax.
(FOREBODING MUSIC CONTINUES)
Wanker!
(DOOR BANGS)
Why the guns?
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 fucking puta.
Now, get off my property.
Let's just go, Tony.
Fuck you.
Hmmm.
(GUNS COCK)
Fuck!
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 ♪
Fucking fuck
You think you can humiliate me?
You think I'm some
fucking skint waife?
I'm Tony fucking Lord,
you fucking Stora.
Gene, wait, wait.
What for?
This is what for!
TONY!
(GUNSHOT)
(DISTANT GUNSHOT ECHOES)
(PAINED GROANING)
Go and get the car started.
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
(PAINED GROANING)
(GUNSHOT)
Fuck.
Gene?
("SUNDAY GIRL" CONTINUES)
Ernesto, Ernesto vente.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Come on, Ernesto,
you fucking Spanish wanker.
Adios Muchacho.
(GUNSHOT)
Fucking Hell, Tone. Cind.
Oh, fuck.
(DOORS BANG)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Cindy.
Please don't kill 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 kill me
over a field, Tony?
(GUN COCKS)
Tony, don't. Please?
It's not just a field.
(GUNSHOT) (MUSIC STOP ABRUPTLY)
(BODY THUDS)
("SUNDAY GIRL" CONTINUES)
(CLATTERING)
(GUN COCKS)
Uncle fucking 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)
(GUNSHOT) (BODY THUDS)
(PANICKED BREATHING)
(GUN CLATTERS)
Ernesto shot Tony.
He's gone, Gene. I'm so sorry.
He's dead.
But we gotta go, right.
Now!
Fuck!
(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 fucking 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 ♪
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