Snatch

Your dad's out.

Busted out with Hate 'Em All this afternoon.

He's broken out to get the gold.

Get him off the street. Just get him off the street.

They've blow-piped us, Hate 'Em.

Well, well, well, look what the pussycat dragged in.

You'll get nothing from me!

Do you think your friend Albert Hill

would take the same punishment for you?

I do. Nas Stone is coming to London.

We're happy about this why?

He wants the rest of the gold, Albert.

He says he'll take all of it.

Vic?

Bob?

You don't know, do you?

Know what?

Yeah, Bobby Adams' gang.

I knew it. I bloody knew it!

When I bought this place off Jonesy five years back,

he said, "Tommy, I've had some dealings"

with a bit of a naughty crew."

"Nasty types," he says.

Used to come down here for all manner of mischief.

Last year, they buggered off to Spain.

Let the heat die down after something big.

Here you go.

Oh...

Yeah. Yeah, it fits the intel.

Yeah, you did the right thing, calling this in.

Truth is, I did some homework.

It says, "If no claim is made to articles found at the property",

ownership rights refer to the landowner."

That's me, right? Yeah.

That is you indeed, sir.

Give us a hand to bring it up, will you?

Yeah, all right.

Uhh!

Sir... I found something I think you should take a look at.

Mornin', pal.

Bit chilly last night, eh?

The shelter's just opened on Dexter Street.

Weren't much of a queue there when I went past.

Get a bit of breakfast...

and a shower before the rush starts.

Here...

Get yourself a bacon roll and cuppa

before you go back on the hard stuff.

Don't you know who I am?

I'm Vic Hill!

This... is my manor.

And this... is my rubbish.

So piss off.

No sign of him.

Well... well, you just get back out there, Albert,

and keep looking for him.

Look, I been traipsing around the neighborhood

looking for him all night, okay?

I got my own shit to deal with. He's a big boy.

I'm not gonna follow him around with a mop anymore, all right?

No, that's not okay... Your father is out there

on the street, on his own, and he's not safe!

Okay, well, let's say I do manage to track him down.

Then what, you want me to dart him again?

Maybe this time I'll run him over with the van.

Have you considered, just once,

that Dad is not the bloke you think he is?

He's a selfish prick that doesn't give a fuck

about either one of us!

Oh... Don't worry about it.

I'm sorry. Don't worry about it.

Oh...

Albert...

Ohh. Scooter.

If I ever get out of here,

I'm gonna make a few changes.

I'm gonna be more dependable.

You talking to the fairies, Charlie?

Piss off!

Look here.

There's no need for that kind of hostility.

This is a good time of your own making.

I fail to see how being snatched,

chained up, and beaten by a delusional psychopath

is anyone's idea of a good time.

What you need to do is point me

in the direction of my heart's desire.

If your information bears fruit,

I'll release you from these shackles

and furnish on you a finder's fee of, let's say...

ten percent?

You can propel your finders fee where the sun don't shine.

Looks like I'm gonna have to give you

a professional kicking this time.

Yeah.

But first... breakfast!

Ah.

Don't get any bright ideas.

I'll be back in two shakes

of a lamb's tail.

Nas is in a taxi on the way from the airport.

He's here in London, Albert.

Good, so where's the meet?

Well, I can't take him to Saul's,

so I'm meeting him in the market.

He'll be here in 20 minutes.

I'm on my way.

Okay.

Come on, big guy, pick up... pick up.

Hate 'Em, where the hell have you been?

You match fit?

Vic, now, I'm a little bit confused here.

What exactly happened?

We got darted, Hate 'Em.

Like wild animals on the savannah.

They wanted us out of the picture.

Who wanted us out of the picture?

Albert, Lily.

Albert and Lily?

Don't be stupid.

Oh, well, it appears

I have indeed been stupid, Hate 'Em.

Very stupid indeed.

They got used to me not being around,

Lily all cozied up with Norman,

and Albert wanting to be top dog.

And... I reckon they have the gold, Hate 'Em.

Or at least had it.

But I can't prove it.

I don't have all the pieces of the jigsaw... yet.

So what you're saying now, Vic, is that we're actually

hunting jigsaw pieces, yeah?

Metaphorically speaking.

Oh.

So... seeing as how

I can't go after my own son,

we're gonna start with the weakest link.

An old pal of Albert's.

So, you tidy yourself up.

We're gonna pay a visit to the upper crust.

I'll make you right, Vic.

Norman.

I just don't get it.

Chair's not broken, rope's not cut.

Someone must have untied him. Come off it, Lil.

We tied him to a chair and locked him in a garden shed.

The man had just broken out of a high-security prison.

Honestly, I don't know what we were thinking.

I know, all I'm saying is...

if he'd done it himself,

the chair would be broke and the rope would be cut.

What does it matter how he got free, Lily?

Well, he's gone now.

Got only knows where he is.

I will not have my family estranged

for another 15 years, Norman.

So where is he?

He's not here yet.

Strike that!

He's not too subtle, your mate.

What? Yo! Yo! That's my wallet!

Whoa. Yo! Hey! Hey!

Welcome to London.

I am so sorry, Nas.

Sorry? For what?

First foot on the ground and I'm into some Oliver Twist shit.

I love this town!

Lovely, shall we get going, then?

Oh, no, business can wait.

Ain't every day I get to visit my favorite metropolis.

I gotta soak it up.

Hey, man! Yo!

Hey.

Hyuh!

Ah... Charlie's residence.

Are you shitting me?

I shit you not.

Check upstairs, mate.

Sweet.

En garde, you cad.

Fah fah fah fah fah fah fah fah fah fah fah fah fah.

What's that? Music.

Drop the iron and put your hands where I can see 'em.

Slowly does it.

You're going to be disappointed.

The family coffers were emptied long ago.

Bequeathed to various pawnbrokers

by an esteemed line of forebears.

We're not here for the silverware, mate.

Then I'm not entirely sure how I can help you.

I can assure you that no one will pay my ransom.

Get over here.

You talk too much.

Stay down. Stay!

Ah... now...

where is Charles?

I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to discuss the whereabouts

of my employers.

I was actually hoping you'd say that.

Now, where is he?!