BAXER: That's Dominic.
No! Get down!
Quinn!
WOODY: Quinn, you've killed a cop!
WOODY: Let's get out of here. Get to the mainland.
CAPTAIN ON PA: Welcome aboard Balearia Ferries to the island of Ibiza.
What did I say?
Main thing is, we're off the island, that's all that matters.
RICK: Yeah, going to another bleedin' island.
BAXER: I think this, right now, is the start of a whole new life.
For all of us.
I put the money in the back of the car.
RICK: I mean, that might as well say, "Please, launder me"
in the watermark.
British banks, they don't take this.
CARMEN: I've been watching you.
And maybe I can help you.
QUINN: What made you think you could trust her?
CARMEN: My colleague, Hector, will call you at your apartment
when the money is ready.
Then you must go to this village.
- (WHOOPS) -Come on!
-We're rich, boys. -Let's go home, boys.
(GRUNTS)
Jesus, ears ringing or what?
They blew our car up.
They blew our fucking car up.
It was supposed to go off before we got hold of the money.
It was supposed to go off while we were still in the car.
(SMALL EXPLOSION)
No way, no way, Quinn.
Somebody knows what we're doing, all right?
Somebody wanted to stop us picking up that bloody money!
Why?
Well, presumably because they wanted the bloody money for themselves!
-No, mate, I'm not having it. -Boys, boys... Hey, hey!
Come on, come on, come on. Quick!
Jesus, stay down.
What the bloody hell was that? Let's get out of here.
Uh, hang on. It's a bit steep, innit?
Doesn't matter. Come on, we gotta move.
Argh! Fuck this!
How can I be walking down a fucking mountain again?
Aaaaaaargh!
- (BUZZING) -Ah, you...
Oh...
(SIGHS)
I'm done. I've had enough.
Hold up!
I've been chased, shot at, beaten,
blown up.
I'm finished.
What are you gonna do, mate? Are you just gonna sit there?
I don't care any more. I'm... I'm going home.
Says he's going home.
Yeah, well, we're all going home.
-I'm not. -Where you going?
It's best if you don't know, innit?
-Why? -Because he shot someone.
He shot someone.
You ran somebody over.
And you stole drug money.
And I've had enough.
So I'm going.
This ain't the time to go fucking solo, Rick.
-Yes, it is. -No, it's not.
We're far safer if we stick together.
No, Woody. Safer if we go it alone, mate.
BAXER: No, I think Woody's right.
I mean, what happens if one of us gets arrested?
Just gonna drop the other three in it, aren't they?
Arrested?
I thought you said that the cops wouldn't admit to the money existing.
So why are they going to arrest us?
Or you're changing the story now?
That's not what I meant, Rick.
Do you know what? I've had it with you, Baxter.
I've had it with all of you.
I don't know why I came on this stupid fucking trip.
I should have gone to Wales,
with Nina and her mum, like I was supposed to.
Right.
I want my share of the money.
-Now? -Yeah, now.
I'm going. Right now. I want my share.
All right, then I'm heading off, on me own
and I'm just going to be responsible for myself.
Yeah.
Me, too.
Right, okay.
Let's divvy it up then.
Come on.
Hey, Rick!
Rick!
Hey, Rick!
Hold up.
-Can I ask you summat? -What?
Before you go.
How do you do that money wiring thing?
Do you, um... Can you go into any bank or...
Well, you can, yeah, but it's complicated, innit?
Can you help me with it?
Woods, I told you. I just wanna be responsible for myself.
It's just, you know, I'm no good at any of that stuff.
Jesus Christ.
It's gonna be dark in an hour.
I think I might go back to that village.
You know which way it was?
I think it's this way.
WOODY: Bax!
Where you going?
Going back to that village before it gets dark.
Find somewhere to stay the night.
Wrong way, mate. Down here.
-Are you sure? -Positive.
Hey, Woods,
have you worked out how you're gonna get your money back?
Well, Rick's gonna help me.
Rick.
Rick, do you reckon you could help me with the money and stuff?
You might as well do mine and all then, Rick, you know,
get it all done in one fell swoop, eh?
It's interesting, innit, you know,
how I'm everybody's best mate all of a sudden.
I wouldn't go that far.
BAXER: What's that?
It's a shrine, innit?
RICK: It's a monkey.
WOODY: More like a weasel.
Maybe it's a Spanish monkey.
BAXER: It's a bit weird, is that, innit?
-Oh, Jesus. -BAXER: What?
-That's Alvo's. -What are you on about?
That's Alvo's. That's what I hung in the car. On the mirror.
You know what this is, don't you?
What?
This is all that fucking voodoo shit.
Don't be fucking stupid.
I'm telling you, the crucifix, this kid here, Spanish monkey.
Somebody's put a curse on us.
(MOTORBIKE APPROACHING)
WOODY: Shit.
Where did he go?
Did we lose him?
How could we have lost him?
Yeah. Well, let's not wait around, eh?
Come on.
Hey. In here.
Baxter. Quick.
(SIGHS)
We need a car.
Well, we could always nick one.
Can we just stop breaking the law?
Please, just for one hour.
(PANTING)
I don't think we should go back to the apartment.
Yeah, and I don't think we should be running around
with all this fucking money.
No way. Someone sees it, they're going to call the police.
RICK: Ain't the police we need to worry about.
What do you mean?
Well, all right.
It's up to me, is it?
It's up to me to mention the elephant in the room.
What elephant?
They've come after it, haven't they?
-They've come after us. -Who have?
Whoever the fuck that money belongs to.
They phoned my home pretending to be Alvo. They blew our car up.
-They know everything. -Right.
We need to find somewhere to hide the money.
-Start looking. -Yeah, you're right.
Good idea.
(KNOCKING)
(HOLLOW SOUND)
Hey. Give me a hand getting her down.
Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?
(GRUNTING) Putting her on her side.
(GROANS)
-What? -You can't do that.
It's disrespectful.
I'm sure she's a woman of the world, Rick.
Well, that's just it, Woody.
She isn't, is she?
Shove it up her.
-What? -The money.
Come on.
-It's only a statue, boys. -It's the Virgin fucking Mary!
We're all going straight to hell.
-Okay. -Yeah. Two, three.
(ALL GRUNTING)
Beautiful.
How along are we gonna wait, then?
They must have gone by now.
It's been an hour.
He hasn't come back,has he?
I'm not spending the bloody night in here.
Come on.
Let's go and find a car and get the fuck out of here.
(MOTORBIKE ENGINE REVVING)
(MOTORBIKE DEPARTING)
-I'm not going out there. -I'm not going out there.
(SIGHS)
RICK: We could just leave the money here, you know.
We could get off the island, we could come back in a year or so, you know,
when everything's quietened down.
Leave it where?
Up Mary?
I kind of need it, you know? That's why I took it.
Yeah, I definitely need it now.
Yeah, we've come this far.
What do we have to do, Rick? Just find an internet cafe, is that it?
And four banks.
That shouldn't be too difficult.
No.
As long as we can reach the cashier's window without getting blown up.
(HIGH-PITCHED NOISE)
Now, what was that?
-Huh? -I heard something.
(HIGH-PITCHED NOISE)
Sounds like a baby.
-(BLEATING) -BAXER: (CHUCKLES) It's a goat.
RICK: I'm not being funny.
Goat signs haven't exactly boded well for us lately.
(MUTTERING INCOHERENTLY)
(METAL CLANKING)
(CRIES OUT)
-BAXER: Oh, Jesus Christ. -What did she go and do that for?
Oh, man.
(MUTTERING)
She's a fucking voodoo or something.
-She's just a nutter, Rick. -She's putting a curse on us.
Listen, we're in a small Spanish village,
not Lord of the fucking Rings.
-You don't know that. -She's not well, kid.
Jesus!
We leave early, yeah?
-Tomorrow. -Yeah.
(WOMAN MUTTERING)
(CAR DOOR SLAMS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
What the hell happened?
Hector was supposed to deliver my share of the money last night
and now he's not answering his phone.
BAXER: What do you mean? Why is he not answering his phone?
I don't know. What are you doing here?
QUINN: Don't ask.
Somebody blew our car up.
What?
-Have you got a car? -Yes.
Right. Let's get out of here.
(WOMAN SPEAKING SPANISH)
What is she saying?
She says we are in a lot of danger.
And if we leave now,
we are gonna die.
She's drawn a line across the square, in blood.
We must not cross it.
Right. And, um,
why are we listening to her exactly?
Because she's a santera.
She practises Santeria,
a kind of religion.
We must trust her.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Gracias.
She says we can wait in her house
until it's safe.
You're not seriously going to listen to that, are you?
I don't know.
I'm going.
RICK: How long did she say?
CARMEN: She'll tell us when it's okay.
(INSECT BUZZING)
Feels like we're trapped here.
I always feel like I'm trapped here.
When you live on a small island.
So, do you, um,
believe in all this? Do you believe her?
If you want to go, go. But for me it's impossible
-not to take notice of what she said. -No...
If she says we are in danger, then we are in danger.
I didn't mean it like that.
Really, I know. I get it, I get it.
Everyone here believes in witches, do they?
No, we don't believe in witches.
But we're sure they can fly.
I haven't come in here to talk to you so don't be getting ideas, eh?
You believe in all that?
Power of suggestion, innit?
I know what it suggests to me.
Don't fuck with it.
You think that bar's open?
1 0:00 in the morning?
Well, they aren't expecting me in the office today.
Actually, they are.
Let's go.
Do you have a wife in England?
No.
Well, technically, yeah.
We're in the middle of a divorce.
Children?
Yeah. Two.
Teenage daughters.
-Now I see why you need the money. -Mm. (CHUCKLES)
So, where is it?
We hid it.
You knew the risks, didn't you? Before you got involved in all this.
Of course.
So, why?
Why do you need the money?
To stop feeling trapped.
The thing is,
I've always gained tremendous strength
from my complete lack of faith.
Not having to believe is a blessing.
But I'm at a bit of a crossroads.
You see, somehow...
I have to learn to live with myself.
Now I'm not a bad person.
But I killed someone.
And that's not sitting very comfortably with me.
Yeah, I wish I hadn't done it.
But if I hadn't,
you see, we'd all be dead.
Okay, so you tell me
what the fuck was I supposed to do?
Sorry, do you want one?
Mate, stop asking me, will you? If I wanted one, I'd have one.
I don't want one.
I admire your willpower, Woody.
Seriously, I think it's great.
Considering what happened, come on, with the car.
Running him over.
Not sure what I'd do, you know, if it was me.
You were in that car as well, Rick.
We're all responsible.
Hmm...
Maybe.
What are you trying to say?
-It's just down to me? -No.
-That I killed him? -No.
No, of course not.
I mean, we don't even know if he's dead, do we?
Fuck.
What if he's not dead?
(SOBBING)
Say he is dead...
If we're literal,
it's manslaughter, right?
-You're not helping. -Play it through. Play it through.
If it went tits up,
I'm talking you and me,
sitting in the police interview room, tape recorder,
cops firing in questions.
I mean, we should be prepared.
I mean, say we answer with complete honesty.
"Did you take that money? "
"No, Officer, Baxter did."
"Did you kill the bent cop? "
"No, Officer, Quinn did."
"Did Mr Woods run that guy over deliberately? "
"No, sir. No. No, no way.
"No way.
"He was shooting at us, the car swerved out of Woody's control
"and he may have accidentally clipped him."
You and me stick together, kid.
Keep our stories straight.
Worst-case scenario, we might be okay.
Well, I'm not drinking again.
No, this is just to take the edge off,
deal with the stress and everything. It's not like a proper slip.
Ah! It's a blip. It's a blip, not a slip.
I can't... I can't...
I can't believe...
-What? -...that you asked for 25%.
Don't hold it against me.
(PANTING)
(COUGHING)
MAN: Hello?
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
You speak English?
Yeah, I speak English.
I got a bit lost.
Get in the fucking car.
-(SPEAKING SPANISH) -All right. All right.
MAN: It's all right, isn't it, Ibiza?
Did you blow up our car?
We thought you were dealers from the mainland.
We didn't realise that you were...
whatever it is you are.
Anyway, we missed, so what's the problem?
Who are you?
I'm the man whose money you took.
Want an ice-cream?
-No, thanks. -Go on. Have an ice-cream.
-No, I'm all right. -Have a fucking ice-cream.
All right, I'll have an ice-cream.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Eh?
Something about Quinn, innit?
Mmm.
Baxter!
-Bax! -Yeah. I'm in here. What?
Have you seen Quinn?
No.
-Have you two just been pounding? -Nothing at all to do with you.
(CARMEN SPEAKING SPANISH)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
-Quinn left with somebody in a car. -What?
That's Ibiza.
Majorca.
Minorca.
I'd better do Formentera.
Move your foot.
Give us your ice-cream.
-What? -You said you didn't want one!
Call this one million euros.
And this is the equivalent in dope
that used to come into the islands each summer when I was starting out.
Send that to Minorca.
Compare that to 20 years later,
when the psychotropics started to come in in quantity.
We'll route that through Majorca.
And now, per season, we're looking at ecstasy,
coke, weed, you name it, it's gone bonkers!
So,
what does that tell us?
Well, it tells me I'm glad I didn't want that ice-cream.
It tells you that if you come in at the beginning of a growth market,
unless you're an idiot, you're going to do very well.
I'm very, very wealthy.
I could let three million go without thinking.
But because of who I am, I can't let it go, you understand?
I'll tell you what, I'll get you uno mas ice-cream
and then I will tell you exactly what is going to happen.
RICK: You do realise he crossed the whatsit.
The juju line.
If he's been kidnapped,
he's gone.
BAXER: Jesus!
-Quinn! Quinn! -Here, mate.
-You all right, mate? -Quinny.
-Get him up. Okay, come on. -You all right? Come here.
-Come on, man. You okay? -Shit!
BAXER: Anything broken? Can you walk?
Come on.
-Just take it slow. -What's that on your face?
It's vanilla.
Right. We leave now.
We get back to the UK, we turn ourselves in to the cops
the minute we step off the plane.
I'm not turning myself in to the friggin' cops. No chance.
We should just take a ferry and get to the mainland.
All right. Okay, good, I'm with you. We do a runner.
You do realise we did a runner from Majorca and he found us within 1 2 hours.
-We'll charter a boat then. -Fucking hell. Listen to you!
-What? -You know how to do that, do you?
Do you know who to ask, who's not going grass us up?
Listen, why don't we just do what he's asked?
Give him the three million back.
We don't have three million! That is the point!
We're short, Woody. We're well short.
If we'd got on the boat, like I said, we'd be in Barcelona by now.
Jesus wept, stop banging on about the fucking boat.
Did you explain everything to him, Quinn?
Of course I fucking explained.
All right, tell us exactly what he said.
All right. If we don't give him three million... Boom!
I cannot believe this is happening!
-RICK: Have you tried Hector? -Yes.
Well, try him again! Go! Get off your arse! Phone him again!
Don't take it out on her.
I'm not taking it out on her.
Oh, Christ. Yeah, that's all we need.
-Baxter's got a crush. -Fuck off.
-You fuck off! -No, you fuck off!
-No, you fuck off!
Both of you shut the fuck up!
Shut up!
Right, we've got three million, less, um...
2,886,000 euros. Less the 25% that Hector took.
Let's assume that we can get that back, right, Carmen?
-I hope. -Which leaves us with what?
1 1 4,000 euros. Which is just under 1 00,000 sterling.
-In 24 hours. -Which is about 25,000 each.
Joking, aren't ya?
I should just go and find Hector.
Seriously, I reckon we should split up and get out of here.
Every man for himself.
I think I'll just wait outside.
-What about her? -Not our problem.
-We got her into this. -No, you got her into it.
Can always take her with you.
Guys! I think there's something going on out there.
There. Someone is signalling.
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
(PEOPLE TALKING)
No, I think that's just a broken light, isn't it?
(SCREAMING)
-Hector -Oh, shit!
Jesus.
(GASPING)