A Town Called Malice (2023) s01e02 Episode Script

The following program contains
strong language,
and violent scenes.
I'd remember if I'd seen
you in here before.
I'm Cindy. Like the doll.
There was a time when the
name Lord counted for something.
Russo, take that left, yeah?
You and your old man are done.
Come here! Your one of the Lord
boys, aren't you?
Not so dangerous after all.
Get in!
You get yourself to Spain!
Uncle Tone will look after yer.
I don't wanna go to Spain!
I need to speak to Eddie Smith.
You ever heard of extradition?
Well, there is none here.
Means you can't get arrested
by British police.
Better make it count girl.
Remember that fella from
the club, Ernesto?
We were gonna do a deal until
he went cold on me.
Fuck you!
Tony, no, fuck!
Tony, don't.
(GUNSHOT)
Ernesto shot Tony.
I love you.
Of course you fucking do.
Hola muchacha.
Fuck.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(SIRENS)
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Oh.
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Gene!?
What have we done Cind?
All we were supposed to do was lie
low and keep our heads down.
What was he thinking? Walking into
Escobell's with a fucking gun.
Always the showman.
Cind, I saw my uncle on the floor,
with his canister blown off!
He's gone, and now we've
got nothing.
We've got each other.
Listen. All you tried to do
was broker a deal.
You don't get it, do you? We can't
wind the clocks back.
We're on our toes, my uncle's dead,
and we've got nowhere left to run.
And for what? For this
stupid piece of paper.
Wasn't your fault.
Yeah. Yeah you're right
it wasn't my fault.
That's why we're gonna come
clean Cind, yeah?!
Tell the police everything.
We've got nothing to hide.
Gene, the last thing we should
do is talk to the police.
Look.
All we gotta do, is lay low.
Right?
Then we can plan
our next move.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Gene, Gene. Look at me.
Fucking look at me!
Our whole lives depend on how you
act in the next five minutes,
alright? Don't say a word.
I am so sorry, to be
the one to tell you.
Did your uncle ever mention the
name Ernesto Alvarez to you?
No, why?
They met around the time he was
killed - did he not tell you?
Tony was a very private man.
And where were you yesterday,
at around sunset?
At work.
No, I wasn't talking to you.
Gene?
We were at work together.
Yeah.
Tony was planning on doing some
building and asked us over to help.
Help how?
We're in construction. He wanted us
to stress test his properties.
And do you have someone to
corroborate this?
We did. But he's dead.
Convenient.
If we had something to hide.
Well this is part of a
murder inquiry so, if you do
think of anything else, please
contact the station.
All the details,
including mine, are here.
And I would prefer it if you
didn't leave town just yet.
Are you sure there's nothing else
you'd like to tell me before
I leave?
No. No.
Very well. (SPEAKS SPANISH)
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Cind, we're gonna sell this land
and get the hell out of here.
(CAR STEREO PLAYS)
Livin' in a shack in a
one-horse town.
Trying to get to heaven ‘fore
the sun goin' down. ♪
(HUMMING)
Gonna be alright Cind.
Tony's land, including Ernesto's
field, could be worth fifty
thousand pounds.
That's our ticket out of here.
You need to call your dad, Gene.
He's gonna find out one
way, or another.
Yeah, you know, he always
looked up to Uncle Tony.
He'll be devastated.
You'd better make space for me
in that bloody coffin.
Yeah, he's a prick, but he's
still your dad.
Be alright.
(PHONE RINGING)
(PHONE RINGING)
(TV PLAYING IN BACKGROUND)
Is someone gonna get that, or what?
Why's it always me?
Gene for you, Alb.
He says it can't wait.
Alb.
What is it boy?
It's Uncle Tony.
He's dead.
(LINE CLICKS, DIAL TONE)
What did he say?
The less they know about
Tony the better.
Yeah, and hopefully the moment he's
buried, they'll fuck off.
Oh Mickey, you're so fine,
you're so fine you blow my mind,
hey Mickey. ♪
Alright love, that'll do.
They can hear you back in Bermondsey.
We've been stood out here ages.
It's fucking roasting.
And these Bensons taste funny.
(CAR HORN)
Fucking hell.
Always had style, our Tony.
You alright?
Alright.
Poor Uncle Tony. What a
fucking way to go eh?
Yeah, tell me about it.
Where's Kelly?
Plotted up. Arm's still fucked.
Hiyah. Good to see you.
Yeah you too.
Missed you. This car is amazing.
Poor thing, having to
deal with all this.
I missed you, Mum.
Don't worry, I'm here now.
Come on.
Alright, shall we?
Maybe your father should drive?
It's his car now.
Fuck me, it's palatial.
This'll do.
He wasn't joking when he
said he was caked.
Cind, whatever happens, don't
mention the land, or the deeds.
We've rung the bell.
Oh my God. Leonard look at this.
Are you having a fucking laugh?
This is ours now. All of it.
This'll help put us back
in the game Alb.
Mum. There's a fucking
swimming pool in the garden.
Alright, we'll take the
top room now, yeah.
Yeah. We want the one-
Shush!
Your father needs space.
Do him a tea.
I'll show yer.
Dad, are you alright?
We need to talk. Boy to man.
Walk me through what happened.
I've no idea what happened Dad,
I wasn't there.
It's a police matter now.
Police?
We don't have it with gavvers.
What d'you tell ‘em?
The truth.
The truth, so what's the truth?
Don't you get tricky with me, Son
- it doesn't end well.
Dad, we were plotted here all
afternoon. Alright.
Gimme a memory.
Something I can hold onto.
He loved to sing, Dad.
He had some voice.
Police. Spandau Ballet, Video Killed-
- the Radio star.
Yeah. Gonna miss him.
Hold me, boy.
Look lads, I found this hat in
his bedroom. Natty eh?
Natty? Looks fucking
ridiculous. Take it off.
What?
Take it off!
Fucking hell. Alright.
So, did he try it on with you?
Who, Tony?
Couldn't keep his cock in his pants.
Tried to fuck me every time
Bert had his back turned.
Hmm, lovely thought.
I had my moments.
Maybe I wasn't his type?
Anything with a cunt was his type.
I'm really glad you came out here,
Mint Ma. Gene needs you.
None of this is his fault, you know.
I only did it to save him
from getting nicked.
You must think I'm some
kind of bitch.
You, a bitch..? Nah.
You're a survivor.
Thanks, Mint Ma. Appreciate that.
You can drop the Mint, now.
I hear they're talking about you
back in London, Geno.
About the scrapyard. Bods saying
you're the new Ronnie Biggs.
You've come of age, kid.
Well, this is nice - us together.
Cheers darling.
What the fuck is that?
Dirty banana.
I say this with a heavy heart, as
our short time here fills me
with sadness.
Tony, you were a gentleman and
will be missed by us all.
But where there's an ending,
there's a beginning.
Here's to us. The Lords.
ALL: The Lords
(SPEAKS DUTCH)
(SPEAKS DUTCH)
Fucker.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Hi.
Cindy, hola. How are
you holding up?
Oh, you know. The family are
here for the funeral and
we're sharing memories
and some tears.
Well, I have news. Good news.
We found Ernesto Alvarez near Escobells,
with a bullet in his chest.
Alive. He's recovering in hospital.
Wow. That's, that's
wonderful. Did he talk?
Oh, he will. And hopefully,
as our only clear witness,
shed some light on what happened.
Yeah.
Anyhow. I thought you'd
like to know.
Thanks.
And you still have my card if, you
remember anything else that
might help my investigation.
Yeah, of course
Buenos tardes.
Whatever happens, we're in this
together alright. You and me.
We need to act fast.
I'll go to the hospital, I
I'll try and talk to him.
And say what?
Offer him a deal,
like half the land.
See if he keeps schtum.
He'll never agree, Cind.
What else we gonna do?
Even if he tells the police we were
at Escobells, we haven't got
blood on our hands.
We're in the clear.
You think he's gonna hold his
hands up to killing Tony..?
He'll stick it on us.
Cind, you don't know that.
You think he's a straight goer?
He killed your Uncle for
fuck sake. He's a snake.
You stole his deeds.
He'll come for us next.
When he wakes up
If he grasses,
that's us gone for life.
End of.
Let's do whatever it takes.
Okay.
Ernesto. (SPEAKS SPANISH)
Gene or Cindy Lord.
(BELLS TOLLING)
This is your chance.
I'll cover for you until
you get back.
Excuse me.
(QUIET CROWD CHATTER)
Hola, my name is Cesar Cabrol.
I came to offer my condolences and
welcome you to our beautiful costa.
Yeah whatever, fuck are you anyway?
I have the honour of being the
mayor of this beloved coast.
I understand this is a difficult
time, I hope your family can
at least enjoy the rich history of
our wonderful country.
Handsome.
Handsome. How?
Senora, it's time.
What did Pedro say?
Not a clue.
Farewell my friend,
this is the end.
Into the next life,
you must send.
From Belfast city to Donegal,
You saw the world, you saw it all.
ALL: # Miss you my friend,
wish you well.
Good luck and fortune
upon you fell.
And now it's time say goodbye.
All men and souls,
must come to die.
Brave you were kind abreast.
Finally at peace, laid to rest. ♪
Hola Chico.
What if I offered you half the land?
Make the police go away.
No one needs to know.
We could make a deal.
All get rich. Mucho dinero.
Why should I deal,
with a murderer?
I know what you did.
Fucking die bitch!
(HEART RATE FLATLINES)
friend to all, blessings
and prayer, upon you fall.
A hero's goodbye,
we stand to sing,
Anthony Lord, born a king. ♪
Hola.
How are you doing young man?
As well as to be expected.
Oh. I don't see Cindy.
You haven't met my brother Leonard,
just flew down from London.
Len. Len.
This is Detective Alfonso - he's
leading the investigation
into what happened to Uncle Tony.
Someone blew his fucking head
off, is what happened.
Anyway, we don't have it
with gavvers.
Who's that cunt?
He's taken it badly.
So, er Cindy? She already left?
Nah, still inside. She just wanted
some alone time with Tony.
Ah. I see.
Wait here.
What did Ernesto say?
Did you find him?
Cindy, what did you do?
I had no choice, Gene.
He was gonna pin it all on us.
Whatever it takes, remember?
I'm the one who's gotta
live with this.
Where's your earring?
And you're bleeding.
Oh fuck.
Senor Lord.
Please.
Ah fuck's sake. What is it now?
Would you like to say a few words
about your brother..?
Yeah, come on then.
I'm not really one for talking,
but well my brother is
was the sort of man who
wanted to be remembered.
It's funny looking out, seeing
all of Tony's pals - all
brilliant white smiles and plenty of
readies - it's all he ever wanted.
And boy did he get it.
A real millionaire.
He never wanted anyone to know that
we were born in the gutter,
that we had to beg on the bombed out
streets during the war, just
to get enough food to survive.
He hated when I told people that we
never tasted Coca-Cola till
we were teenagers.
He used to say “Bert, if you wanna
get rich, act rich, and stop
feeling sorry for yourself.”
Me?
I thought he was a
complete fucking wanker.
I hate people who pretend they're
something they're not.
Money turned Tony bad, not that he
was ever good, and look where
he ended up, look where
his fortune got him.
This place is a shit hole,
so you won't have to put up
with me for long.
Buenas fucking dias.
Come on.
Nice one dad.
Cheers son. See you in the pub.
Yeah.
Come on, we should go. Fuck this.
Sorry if I went a bit strong.
Needed to be said, Alb.
Fucking tea tastes funny.
Spanish cows.
I don't mind saying though, I find
the climate very agreeable here.
Hey.
I know where our home is, Ma.
There.
Perfect. Just like my husband.
Let's sell up and fuck off
back to South London, eh?
What d'you reckon on the desk?
Nah it's not worth nothing. Burn it.
Well at least the house
is worth a fortune.
Woah Dad, what you doing?
We son are selling up!
You what?
We're gonna get
out of this shit hole and back
to Bermo where we belong.
Ah shit.
What d'you reckon on the Yucca, Ma?
That's not a yucca.
Well, whatever it is, it's gotta
be worth thirty innit?
What about that end table?
We're not taking anything home Ma.
Mum. Dad.
We're not taking anything.
Just stop. Okay. There's
something I need to tell you.
Well go on!
None of this is his alright,
Tony died penniless.
This house, the car, it's all.
it's all borrowed, or stolen.
He lied to us.
What?
He was potless. And he was singing in
Club Paradiso to make ends meet.
Take a look.
The real owners are a Swiss
family who live in Monaco.
Mum.
I'm sorry, Dad.
Fuck's sake. Get us a beer, will ya?
But I'm winning. Go get it yourself.
What have I brought you
out here for then?
A holiday?
Carl.
Oh fuck's sake!
Alright babe?
You alright bruv?
Yeah I'm alright mate.
Listen, there's something
I've gotta tell you bruv.
Oh shit
Leonard?! Len open the fucking door.
Len? Please, Len?
You knew didn't yeah..?
Len? Len?
All the way from the
fucking airport.
Yeah, alright Dad, alright.
(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
You enjoyed that did yer?
Telling us he had fuck all.
Don't start Dad. Please.
Why did you wait till now eh, to
tell us that he was potless.
What did I do to deserve this?
I'm sorry it weren't what you
wanted to hear, alright.
What do you mean potless?
I bathed you. I fed you.
I fucking clothed you.
You never wanted for anything.
Yeah Dad, just-
You keep out of it.
Where did I go wrong, son?
Maybe it was having you.
Dad. Please.
Well, you got what you wanted,
didn't yer. I'm the fool.
Going home broke. You win Gene.
You're the better man. Happy?
We are going home, Ma.
Don't be too hard on him Gene.
He's found this whole
thing really difficult.
Truth is, he just wants
you close to him.
Come home with us, babe. There's
nothing here for you.
What about Cindy? She'd
be stuck here.
Darling, you hardly know her.
Don't you think things have gone
pear shaped, since you've
been wrapped around her..?
She's hardly the marigolds
in a sink type, is she?
What are you trying to say, Mum?
I'm saying we look out for each
other in this family.
And Cindy'll always land
on her feet.
Think about it. For me.
I love you son.
I was just saying how unfair
I think Albert's been.
What if we didn't sell them?
The deeds. Maybe your
uncle was right?
Maybe we're sitting on a fortune?
What do we know about hotels?
It's not just about a hotel -
it's about freedom.
Your Dad's got his hand around
your throat, and it'll never
change unless you break free.
Why did you really go back
and steal them deeds?
You risked everything.
This could be your time Gene -
but you gotta take it.
Break free from you family and
make a name for yourself.
Emilio Suarez?
Yeah. He designed the hotel model
for Tony. He's gonna help us.
I just wanted to say thank you
so much for seeing us
Mister Suarez, and what a beautiful
place you're building here.
No, thank you, it's my pleasure.
Your Uncle was one of the most
charming guys I ever met.
Charming, indeed. We're gutted.
Hmm. You know this was his
favourite cigar, Cohiba Epicure.
We would sit and smoke together for
hours and err, every time I
built a new hotel, he would tell me
that his was gonna be bigger
and greater, you know,
always with this energy.
Oh man. If life rewarded dreamers,
he would have been a millionaire.
That's for sure.
That sounds like Tony. Who
actually builds these places?
Gitanos - local gypsies.
They work like cart horses - “for
peanuts” - as Tony used to say.
And what are the building laws like?
My uncle said they were relaxed.
Yeah. He was right.
The only law here is Cesar Cabrol,
he's the local mayor.
But get him on side and you
can build anything.
And with that land, the
world is your oyster.
We're gonna do this
Cind. You and me.
Get the Mayor on side and
get shot of my family.
Let's stick a big fuck off hotel,
right in the middle of that land.
Look at you.
Just fuck off!
Shut up, where the fuck are they?
What the hell?
(SHOUTING)
I am not talking to you!
Dad, dad, what's going on?
Gene just.
Just shush.
We made a deal with your brother,
and we're not leaving until
we get what we came for!
You're Tony's family,
it's your debt now!
What's he talking about Gene?
I don't know, Dad.
We've no idea what you're
fucking talking about.
We paid two million pesetas for a
beach, but he never gave us
the deeds!
Beach? What fucking beach?
Huh, you know what beach -
you fucking own it man!
It's on your land.
We don't know about any beach, so if
you wanna kill us, crack on,
if not, fuck off.
(SHOUTING)
Tony had a beach - we bought the
deeds - we had a deal.
Boys, there is no beach; so, you
take whatever furniture you want.
I don't want fucking furniture! I
want the fucking land or I'm-
Come on then!
Argh! Go on Len, do the cunt!
Ma! Get the gun!
Stop it! Just get them
the fuck out of here.
Get the fuck out of our house.
Get out.
And take your fucking
mullet with yer.
You alright, Ma? Good.
Let's find these fucking deeds!
They're not gonna
be in the fucking sofa!
Right Cindy, let's see what
you're about.
Len.
The desk.
I fucking knew it Another fella.
Mum get down here!
Go on son.
This says er, what's that Carl?
Land certificates.
This is it! The beach!
This isn't just a beach -
this is hundreds of acres.
It‘s a gold mine. Oh my God.
This changes everything.
I fucking love you son!
Yes! I'm back in the game!
This is all my fault.
You should go.
I'm serious.
I'll hand myself in.
You can go back to your life.
It'll be like, you never
walked into that night club.
Never met me. Your Dad can
re-live his past.
And you can be part of it.
Just cut me loose, Gene.
Suits you.
I'm proud of you Alb.
You remind me of someone.
The man I married.
Strong, powerful.
A leader.
Lord by name.
BOTH: Lord by nature.
Come on you lot! Let's celebrate.
We're fucking caked!
Gracias geezer.
(CROWD CHATTER)
You alright girls.
I could get used to this, Ma.
I can see.
Come and have a dance
with your old man?
Oh, I can't get into black
music. You go for it Alb.
Alright! Here y'are girl.
(DADDY COOL BY BONEY M PLAYING)
You wanna be a Lord, you
gotta dance like a Lord.
Come on. Y'alright?!
Good evening.
I didn't mean to scare you.
Don't worry, you didn't.
I wanted to apologise. My timing
wasn't great when we met earlier.
I should have seen you
were grieving.
You're alright mate.
Come on Len, I love this song.
(REBEL YELL BY BILLY IDOL PLAYING)
Oh, I don't dance Carl.
You know that.
But the whole family are up.
Gene! Oh come on. Babe, please
Nah, what the fuck are you
doing? You look ridiculous.
(MUSIC MUFFLED)
Kell. It's Ma, you alright?
Alright Ma.
Yeah. This Cindy.
She's hiding something from us.
The cunt.
She's already got a man.
She weren't for me anyway.
Always knew she was a wrong ‘un.
Yeah, and we're gonna prove it.
Listen Kell,
I need you to do something.
Stick your nose in and find out
who this fella is, yeah?
Yeah, course you know me
Ma. I'll sort it.
My arms better so I'll sort this
and then I'll come over.
I love ya and that
(LINE CLICKS)
Ma?
Frank! Es la hora.
Come on Ginger.
Yer alright?
Yeah. Are you?
Yeah.
No one's ever put their neck
on the block for me.
Stood up for me, stole for me,
killed for me.
You really think I'd turn my back
on you now after everything
we've been through?
We're just getting started baby. We
could have it all Cind.
We're gonna build this
dream together.
What about the deeds? Your family?
Fuck ‘em all. You're all I need.
Come here.
Gene Lord.
You're under arrest for conspiracy
to murder Ernesto Alvarez.
You what?
What?
Oi, you can't just fucking take him
like that. Fucking gavver pricks
Get your hands off me.
Fucking gavver pricks.
(MIMING) Come on,
I'm talking to you. Come on.
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