Double or Nothing

Yes.

What do you know about Mexican standoffs?

- Huh? - Mexican standoffs.

You gotta be in Mexico to have one,

or you gotta be Mexican, that's what I'm asking.

Well, think about it,

anywhere else in the world do you have a standoff?

It's just called a standoff.

For some reason, Mexico's got its own name for his standoff.

If you're in Pakistan, it ain't a Pakistan doff.

You're in Istanbul, that ain't a Istan...

You hear what I'm saying, right?

Doesn't make any fucking sense to me.

Are you having a fucking stroke?

That's a question.

That's not an answer.

If you don't have an answer,

just fucking tell me you don't know.

Is that her?

Why? You fucking little.

- Well. - Well, what?

I'm in the middle of a fucking very intense game of Alex

the 7-year-old kid.

I think he's seven. He looks seven.

Does he look seven to you?

I hope he's seven.

He's fucking jumping over fucking fire and shit.

He may not be any younger than seven.

Number 53, silver Audi.

I already told you cuz.

- Well, that's 53, but there's no fucking Audi.

- Yeah, well, maybe we got the wrong number.

- Of course you got the fucking wrong number.

All you had to do was read it off a fucking text message,

for fuck's sake.

You know the real reason

why we're sitting here doing this shitty job

is 'cause you won't take a fucking real job.

'Cause you're some kind of pussy now.

I don't get it.

I mean, what are you gonna do, man?

Just work your ass off at the workshop

for the rest of your fucking life?

Getting peanuts?

Is that how we're gonna get rich?

Just find the fucking address.

Please tell me that wasn't what I think it was.

You think it was my phone dying?

It was my phone dying.

Number 53, it was 53 silver Audi.

I'm this sure.

I mean, like this sure.

I'm this not sure. - Shut the fuck up.

If your brains were fucking dynamite,

you wouldn't have enough to blow your fucking ears off.

Did you come up

with that now? - No.

No, Dad used to say that all the fucking time.

- About you? No, not about me.

About fucking you.

- Oh really? He said that? - Yeah. Really.

Just yeah, he did.

He said it about you.

Just.... - At least you know

I'll be an asshole. - Stop.

- When it's him. - Introduce your top lip...

Introduce your top lip to your bottom lip

and shut the fuck up, okay.

That is the best bet.

- You know, it's funny you should mentioned dynamite

'cause... - Hi.

My piece of shit fucking car just broke down.

I just live up the fucking hill,

do you mind giving me a lift?

I'm not interrupting anything, am I?

- No. - Fuck no.

Yeah, yeah.

We'll give you a push, love. - For sure.

So what's your plan here, man?

What are we doing?

Wait till she goes inside

and we steal the car and we take it somewhere

and we fucking burn it.

Burn it?

This is just me, but why would we burn it?

We could send it to fucking space.

What are you fucking talking about?

- I got a friend who just got outta the army.

He's got sticky fingers.

Now, I got some boom sticks in the trunk of the car.

Thanks guys. Have a great night.

How do you like that?

No offer of a beer.

High five, nothing.

Phew, inside.

Like we're a couple of rapists or something.

Dynamite?

You're a fucking idiot.

And we are not blowing up the fucking car.

Why not?

- Do you not remember how you got the nickname

the Gringo Drongo?

Now, get in the fucking car.

Working?

Oh, I know where it is.

The fucking car's broken.

We had to push it here, remember?

Okay. All right.

I need a phone.

So use yours.

No battery, remember?

A little fire jumping asshole.

What do you need a fucking phone for?

Really? I wanna order a pizza.

I'm trying to detonate an application,

a nitro fucking methane and then automobile.

Give me your fucking phone.

That shit's self-explanatory.

Fuck you.

No, there is a lot of really fucking documents,

and stuff on this and I don't wanna lose them.

Oh, okay. Documents. Alright.

Back it up to the cloud and you won't lose them.

I don't know how to do that.

You don't? Okay, give it here.

I bet you don't even use a VPN when you browse the web.

That shit is reckless, my friend.

Fucking reckless.

And all backed up.

Okay.

Let's blow some shit up.

Shut the fuck up.

- Your call could not be connected, please.

Your call could not be connected.

Was it done?

Did you hear a big explosion?

No. No. Heard a bark.

Hey, Pete.

Making house calls, are we?

Not catching you at a bad time, am I?

Come in.

Thought our meeting was supposed to be next week.

Yeah, it is.

I was in the neighbourhood,

so I thought I'd move it up.

Are you sure you should be drinking one of those?

It's only one beer.

It's never one beer though, is it?

No, Pete, it's only one beer, so.

Calm down. All right.

I don't wanna have to write a report

that you can't control your emotions.

Not when you're so close to being done.

You're only two weeks away,

two weeks away from never having to see me again.

So I don't want to write that report, but I will.

How can I help you, Peter?

Alright, let's just get to it.

Not like I don't have somewhere more important to be.

Now, are you still employed?

Yes.

- How many days of work did you take off this month?

None.

- Have you been engaging in any legal activity?

No.

Associating with any known criminals?

No.

What about your anger issues?

Fine.

Why do I get the feeling

that you're not taking this very seriously, Nick?

Maybe you forgot who I am.

I'm your parole officer.

You know what that means, don't you?

- Yeah, no, I got it, mate. I got, I'll go.

You still gambling?

Only with my health.

Hey, listen, it's been two days,

two days since the bin truck came.

And your bin still on the fucking street.

I'm sick of it and I'm sick of you!

It's disgusting.

I've given you five good offers to sell your house,

but no, you wont, you wanna stay.

This street is good and you're ruining it.

Clean your fucking bin, it fucking stinks!

- Hey, open the fucking door. - Hold on, hold on.

Open the door.

I'm fucking trying.

- It's locked. - No, shit, Sherlock.

I can fucking see that, I'm trying to fix it.

Okay, you in? beautiful.

Drive!

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Fuck now.

Where the fuck's Damo?

What do you mean where the hell's Damo?

He's with you.

- I asked him to come out and fucking find you.

There's only one way out the fucking place.