Yeah?
Congratulations, Mr. Green.
It's past the third day, and you have risen.
I think you're due for a checkup.
Did the bad guys get you?
There's no such thing as bad guys, Rachel.
Yes, there are. That's why Daddy's friend's looking after us.
Never mind about that.
Why don't you be a good girl.
Go and get your Uncle Jake a cold drink.
It's a bit of a mess, isn't it?
Things will sort themselves out.
Is she all right?
Don't you worry about her.
You just look after yourself.
Well, Mr. Green, I don't know how to tell you this.
Our, uh... our first results, well,
they, uh... they must have been wrong.
I cannot apologize enough for this error.
Now, you're not a well man, but I think we...
We have to asses our clients very carefully.
There is something about yourself that you don't know,
something that you will deny even exists
until it's too late to do anything about it.
It's the only reason you get up in the morning.
The only reason you suffer the shitty boss,
the blood, the sweat, and the tears.
This is because you want people to know how good,
attractive, generous,
funny, wild, and clever you really are.
Fear or revere me,
but please think I'm special.
We share an addiction.
We're approval junkies.
We're all in it for the slap on the back
and the gold watch,
the hip, hip, hoo-fucking-rah.
Look at the clever boy with the badge,
polishing his trophy.
Shine on, you crazy diamond...
because we're just monkeys wrapped in suits,
begging for the approval of others.
If we knew this, we wouldn't do this.
Someone is hiding it from us.
And if you had a second chance, you would ask...
Why?
- Why what? - Why am I still alive?
Why did you give my money away?
Why didn't you want 'em to know?
Why didn't you want me to know?
You'll find out soon enough.
Boss, I've been digging around on Lord John.
Came across a couple of cash-talking shit-sniffers
who came up with a name.
Green.
That's right, Jake Green.
- Go on. - I'm working for his brother.
Patrick.
Couple of opportunists, looking after his older brother.
Got a little bit greedy.
Wanted to impress you.
All right, you take Sorter and Slim Biggins
and enough men to avoid an excuse.
It's about fucking time.
Oh, now that is a picture.
You took your sweet-ass time.
We're starting to get bored.
You should've kept yourselves busy with a swim.
Funny you should say that.
Zack's quite a swimmer, aren't you, Zack?
20 lengths in 10 seconds.
We thought it might be a record.
You wanna try to beat it?
Come on in and join us.
I'll just pop upstairs, grab me trunks, and be down in a jiffy.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Oh, why is that, Avi?
Why do you think we're in this bird bath
when we could be upstairs toasty and cozy,
watching the naughty channel?
How long can it take to get five coffees
and a couple of pizzas?
You're on your own, Jakey boy.
Move!
You gotta tell the boss.
Why me?
Because you're the one who ordered the pizza.
Elvis, come here.
If I wanted vinegar, I would have ordered French fries.
Get me something with a price tag on it. Okay?
This Mr. Green, what did he do, anyway?
Hey, Hamish.
It's okay. We're among friends.
Come on. What have you got for me?
- What am I gonna tell him? - That's your problem.
But it'd better be good.
I turned up to pick them up...
And that is what I saw.
That's a fascinating story.
I have one question for you.
How?
- How what? - How what?
There were six of us,
plus Slim Biggins, who counts as another six.
How many were there of him?
- One. - One.
So, how exactly did this one
manage to disarm and overpower...
a four-time national bodybuilding champion...
drag him half a block...
throw him over a six-foot wall,
and then get him to eat his own gun?
Keep your head down!
Don't fuckin' move!
Lou! Lou!
Lou! What the fuck's going on?
I don't know!
Don't fuck this up!
He went in the kitchen!
Don't drop your guns!
Bust nuts!
Take the fucking boss down!
Nice and slowly.
Beauty is a destructive angel.
How could anything that looks so good be so bad?
But there is no angel as destructive as their greed.
In the end, she gets them all.
They think they can handle her...
but greed is the only snake that cannot be charmed.
I should have killed him...
a long time ago.
She shot my finger off! That bitch shot my finger off!
Who is it?
Where's Tony?
Happy Tony, Lord John's man.
Not lookin' so happy now, is he?
Don't worry, he's with Assassin Cho Lea Nokaler.
Check she's dead, Lou.
Greed gets 'em all in the end.
No worry. Cocksucker...
Now, shoot straight, Sorter.
Glad to see you got those feelings in check.
Find a couple of Lord John's boys
and persuade them to tell you where my powder is.
What is the first rule of any game, Mr. Green?
The only way to get smarter is by playing a smarter opponent.
What's rule two of any game?
The more sophisticated the game, the more sophisticated the opponent.
The formula's the same, but where does it stop, Mr. Green?
Where does this game stop?
It stops when you start to give me answers.
Don't let them play head games with you, Jake.
Is it me that's playing head games with you, Mr. Green?
You've heard that voice for so long, you believe it to be you.
Should've taken the stairs.
This is a con.
Hold on, Jake. This isn't the plan.
This won't have a happy ending.
You believe it to be your best friend.
They should believe their opponents would be their best friend.
Where's the best place an opponent should hide?
In the very last place you would ever look.
Do you know who Sam Gold is, Mr. Green?
The Gold.
Sam Gold.
Mr. Clandestine.
Mr. Mystery.
It's all up here...
pretending to be you.
No one sees Gold,
but Gold sees everything.
You're in a game, Jake. You're in the game.
Everyone's in this game,
and nobody knows it.
And all of this...
this is his world.
He owns it.
He controls it.
I've had enough of this shit. It's starting to do my head in.
- Tell him you've had enough. - He tells you what to do...
- Look, that's enough. ...and when to do it.
- Tell him. - I said that's enough, Avi!
Eventually, when the opponent is challenged or questioned...
it means the victim's investment, and thus his intelligence,
is questioned.
No one can accept that.
Not even to themselves.
He's behind all the pain there ever was.
Behind every crime ever committed.
How can I be behind all the pain, all the crime,
if I don't even exist?
And right now,
he's telling you that he doesn't even exist.
No one lives and displeases Gold.
No one but your two friends.
We just put you to war with the only enemy that ever existed.
And you, you think he's your best friend.
And they will protect their best friend...
with everything they've got.
Where's the best place an opponent should hide?
In the very last place you'd ever look.
He's hiding behind your pain, Jake.
Embrace the pain...
and you will win this game.
How radical are you prepared to be, Mr. Green?
You got more money than you could ever spend.
That's all you think about nowadays.
Cash just seems to remain king, doesn't it?
The more power you think you have in Gold's world,
the less power you have in the real world.
You are still in prison, Jake.
In fact, you never left.
Remember who they are, Jake... head tricksters,
word slicksters.
You wanted answers and they gave you riddles.
You know the rules...
the longer you listened, the sweeter the pitch.
He's got all the tricks and all the right answers.
Don't let them do this to you, Jake.
Don't let them turn you against you.
You don't give because it's good.
You give because it hurts him.
Everything all right, Mr. D?
It will be when you take care of my security, Paul.
What are you holding the papers for?
Because you're on the cover of half of them.
If you don't mind me asking,
what has come over you, Mr. D?
Take the credit.
This feels quite good.
Take the credit.
I'm gonna take the credit. They'll never know.
Might come as a surprise to you, Paul...
but I do have a heart.
I have some news about Green.
What?
Whilst you've been sleeping, we've been busy.
Jake!
If Lord John's boys knew where the powder was...
they took it to the grave.
We know Green's behind everything.
It's Jake Green you want.
He's tellin' the fuckin' truth!
He took your powder, not Lord John.
He's been playing games with us, and he's playing games with you.
He's laughing at me. They're all laughing at me.
They don't fear me.
Shut up!
The drums have been talking.
He'll kill me. Sam Gold'll kill me.
I'm a dead man.
No one gets away from Sam Gold.
What are they saying?
They've been saying what Sam Gold's been hearin'.
The word "excuse" does not exist in Sam Gold's lexicon.
This is Sam Gold I've found myself chained to!
Mr. Black Magic!
Mr. "I run this game" Gold!
You're losin'it.
Hearing about the little problems Mr. Green has been givin' us,
that's embarrassing.
We have an address for his brother.
We can take care of him.
Get him to talk. Do whatever it takes.
Take Sorter and an army.
If they give any trouble, hurt 'em!
Let me read about that in the paper!
Get ahold of Green and get my powder!
Go!
- And what more... - We expecting anyone?
I'll get it.
I said, are we expecting anyone?
Hey, shouldn't you check first?
If you love your daddy, be a good girl.
Hide in that cupboard.
Now.
Check the house.
You know why we're here?
I said...
do you know why we're here?
I've some kind of an idea, yes.
Are you gonna tell me?
Paul, I swear to you,
I haven't got a fucking clue where he is.
He's been moving about.
I swear to you.
I've no idea where he is.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
It's all right. It's all right.
That's it. That's better.
That's better. All right?
I still don't believe you.
You can't trust anyone.
I can't trust anyone. They're out to destroy me.
They're out to destroy you.
They're out to destroy me. Can't trust anyone.
I let Gold down.
He'll finish the business...
then he'll finish me.
He's coming. I won't see it coming.
There's a woman here to see you, Mr. D.
Says she cannot wait.
Don't tell me her name.
Says she works for Gold.
Don't tell me her name. Anyone but her.
What's her name?
Walker.
Anyone but her.
And everybody thought you were such a disgusting man, Mr. Macha.
Here it comes. Here it comes.
Mr. Gold wishes to extend his respect
for such a magnanimous gesture.
But he was wondering...
- That's a wreath. - That's a fucking wreath.
If you can afford the time to give so generously,
why haven't you had time to conclude our business?
Everything's under control. I just need a little more time.
It's anything but under control, isn't it, Mr. Macha?
Mr. Gold doesn't give more time.
And he doesn't give second chances.
You'll be hearing from him.
Good day.
"Good day"? What the fuck does that mean?
Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?
Some fuckin' street hustler?
If he wants to meet me, you send him here
and we'll see what he has to say!
I'll kill him. I'll kill him. I'll kill all of 'em.
I'll kill him first.
He'll fuckin'kill us first...
He'll fuckin'annihilate me.
Beg, beg. Take it back. Quick... beg, beg.
Beg, beg. Take it back.
Beg, you idiot. Beg.
Wait, wait! I didn't mean what I just said!
"Good day"? What the fuck does that mean?
That means he's going to end my game...
and I won't see it coming.
I'm gonna make this fair.
This...
is for you.
These...
are for me.
One good chop...
and you'll make the sink.
Okay, that's enough.
Question me again, Sorter,
and we will have a falling-out.
It's all right, baby. It's okay.
Your daddy's fine. It's gonna be okay.
I'm so sorry, baby.
Your daddy loves you so much. You know that, don't you?
It's all gonna be okay.
Say it with me.
Listen. Listen to me, sweetheart.
None of this is real, okay?
It's just a game that the grown-ups are playing.
Now, what I want you to do...
I want you to get in the cupboard,
and I want you to put your fingers in your ears,
and it'll be over before you know it.
That's right. Do as the man says, baby.
Put your fingers in your ears...
...get in the cupboard. - Sorter!
- Good girl. - Pull yourself together, man!
Sorter!
We're gonna have to take the girl!
Of course you have.
Now all you gotta do is come and get her.
What we doin' here?
One last treat.
You have a meeting.
Give him what he wants.
I'm sure he'll be very happy.
We'll see you soon.
What are we doin'here?
He's the enemy, Jake!
Not me!
Use your perceived enemy to destroy your real enemy.
Do not listen, Jake.
You've got a gun.
Use it!
Don't wake him up. Suffocate him.
Put the pillow over his head.
Let's suffocate him.
He'd do it to you, Jake.
If you can't do it, then you're not a free man.
You are controlled.
Controlled.
Free man.
Jake, wake up!
Look, Mr. Macha... Oh, don't do it.
Very sorry to have woken you. Please listen to me.
Who's that?
Mr. Green?
Mr. Macha. Please. Sorry to have woken you.
Listen to me.
Sorry. Listen at how you sound!
Came to apologize.
Forgive me for the things I said
and for cheating you out of your money.
I couldn't think clearly.
Shut up. No, no, there's still time.
- Shoot the fucker. - Come on, shoot him, shoot him.
He's been trying to kill you. He killed your friend.
Shot like a fucking dog.
That's better, Jake. In control again.
Do the right thing. Take care of your enemy.
Take care of business.
Use any means possible to induce head pain...
...and engage the enemy. - Shut up!
- No! - Wake up, Jake!
- No! - What are you doing, Jake?
Leave it, Jake!
You're groveling.
I now realize you're a man to be feared and respected.
Stop groveling.
Where's your pride?
Where's your pride, Jake?
- I made a big mistake, Mr. Macha. - Shut up!
I underestimated your power and your intellect.
- I want you to... - Shut up!
I want you to forgive my stupidity.
Wherever you don't want to go is where you will find him.
What is it that you're afraid of, Mr. Green?
Why are you doing this to yourself, Jake?
Too tight, Jake.
You gotta get out.
Look at the tiny, tiny space, Jake.
Jake!
- After you! - No, no, no, no!
- Jake... - Stop, stop.
- It's tight, Jake. - I'm scared.
- I gotta get out! - I can hear you.
I can hear you.
- What? - I can hear you.
I'm on to you.
Been listening to the other side, ain't you, Jake?
Listening to people that want to hurt you.
- New people, new! - Not old friends like me.
- People you shouldn't trust. - We're best pals, Jake!
- You wanna get rid of me? - You know life without me?
- You don't know life without me. - Do you know life without me?
No! Because it doesn't exist.
Get rid of 'em, Jake, forever.
They're the enemy, not me.
They're new, I'm old!
I stay, they go!
- I say, you do! - You're weak without me.
We. It's us against them, Jake.
It's us against them.
I'm coming to get you.
You wanna get rid of me, do you?
Do you?
You wanna get rid of me?
Me, me, me?
Still here, Jake!
Come in this room without me?
Oh, no, no, no.
Know why?
I am you.
You ain't me.
The greatest con that he ever pulled...
was making you believe...
that he is you.
You ain't me.
I am you!
You're not me.
Come on!
Your best fucking friend!
I am you!
You don't control me.
I control you.
You come to my house
with a loaded gun?
You speak to me
like I'm a fucking idiot?
What's your game?
Speak to me.
Speak to me...
or I'll kill you like the fucking dog that you are.
Fear me.
Fear me!
Fear me. Fear me.
Fear me.
You know what's elegant about this little game, Jake?
Nobody knows where the enemy is.
They don't even know he exists.
He's in every one of their heads.
And they trust him...
because they think they are him.
It's beautiful, man.
You have to admire the opponent's elegance.
Check.
You're quite good at this game, Mr. Green.
I know, 'cause I'm quite good at this game.
Check.
The art is for me to feed pieces to you
and make you believe you took those pieces
'cause you're smarter and I'm dumber.
Wake up, Mr. Green.
You can't see what's right in front of you.
I never saw or spoke to those boys in all those years.
You know, I'd have died for either one of them.
One was a chess master, the other a master con man.
Dangerous combination,
chess and cons.
Those two knew everything about me,
all my dirty little secrets,
how much money I had, where I kept it.
Hustling bastards cleaned me out.
My neighbors used to write down chess moves
and concepts of the con on the back pages of books
based on subjects like
The Mathematics of Quantum Mechanics.
Wake up, Mr. Green.
We were all gonna go together, they swore to me.
"You're coming with us, Jake."
We were always going to take you with us, Jake.
You just weren't ready to hear how hard that was going to be.
Checkmate.
The ego is the worst confidence trickster
we could ever figure,
we could ever imagine.
'Cause you don't see it.
And the single biggest con is...
"I am you."
The problem is that the ego
hides in the last place that you'd ever look...
within itself.
It disguises its thoughts as your thoughts,
its feelings as your feelings.
You think it's you.
Peoples' need to protect their own egos knows no bounds.
They will lie, cheat, steal,
kill, do whatever it takes,
to maintain what we call ego boundaries.
People have no clue that they're imprisoned.
They don't know that there is an ego.
They don't know the distinction.
At first it's difficult for the mind to accept that there's some...
something beyond itself,
that there's something of greater value
and greater capacity for discerning truth than itself.
In religion, the ego manifests as the devil.
And of course, no one realizes how smart the ego is
because it created the devil so you could blame someone else.
In creating this imaginary external enemy,
it usually made a real enemy for ourselves,
and that becomes a real danger to the ego,
but that's also the ego's creation.
There is no such thing as an external enemy,
no matter what that voice in your head is telling you.
All perception of an enemy
is a projection of the ego as the enemy.
In that sense,
you could say that 100 percent of our external enemies
are of our own creation.
Your greatest enemy...
is your own inner perception, is your own ignorance,
is your own ego.