A Gangster's Life

I miss you, dear.

I keep thinking about our life out there.

What it could be.

- It's good to have a dream, Anthony.

What's your dream, Thea?

You know my dream.

Come back and make it true.

It won't be long now.

Business is going well and everything's looking up.

I'm so proud of you, Anthony.

Just be careful.

There's no rush.

I'm not rushing.

I just know what I want and you know me.

When do I ever get myself into any trouble?

What about here?

That hurt.

How about...

Here?

Huh? Not even on the joint?

Give him a little dangler.

That's a point.

Here.

Not gonna need that anymore.

- It's come to my attention that I'm missing funds.

Do I look like a bookkeeper to you?

No, sir.

No, sir.

Yet here I am, wasting my time.

Hmm?

You're perspiring.

Some fluids are meant to be outside the body,

some are not.

One of you...

is responsible for my loss.

Let's start simple, shall we?

How did you take my money?

Such a shame.

Just that these floors clean.

It's a virus!

A virus?

It's...

Yes, it's...

It's on your phone.

Yeah. Go on.

- Uh, it, um, it...it tracks what you buy

and where you shop and what you like.

And then next time you go to buy that thing,

it sets up a fake payment page.

So, um, instead of charging, say, 100.

- It charges me 100 fucking grand.

Yeah.

- Well, actually, it's not so much charging.

It gets to the payment faster,

but it manages to go around the bank's safeguards

It charges more.

It's smart.

Good money.

Yeah.

It charges more.

Clarky. I'm light.

How many body parts you reckon it'd take to make up 100 grand?

Hmm?

How much blood do you think will make me happy?

I mean, some.

Definitely get some out of them.

- It's not like you to be afraid of a little blood.

Nah, it's not that.

It's got me thinking.

That virus of theirs seems pretty useful.

I mean, we could use it.

Business first and all.

Business first.

I'm a very private man.

I'm not known in the public eye.

It's difficult to put a target on someone that's so obscure.

You need to have an in.

Someone with knowledge.

Position.

And a sense of...

self-entitlement.

Someone who needs to learn their place.

Fuck!

Fuck you!

You're mine now.

Business first.

Dig.

I ain't got all night.

Ant.

Ant!

Ant.

Not now, Dick.

Ant, I'm a bit worried.

Oh, I can't imagine why.

- Do you think they're going to kill us?

Nah. No, they need us.

- Yeah, I know that but you're not listening.

They don't need us.

They need our system.

So, yeah, you know they're not going to kill us now.

But they are going to kill us.

Yes.

Once they've worked out our system.

That's our stick.

Not so distant future.

Big old bag of Darren.

Oh.

Except it won't be Darren.

It'll be a bag of Ant.

Bag of dick.

I don't want that.

I do not want to be a bag of Dick.

We need to see Thea.

Thea's nice.

- No, I bought us a villa in Greece.

All with cash, completely untraceable.

Oh!

It was for all of us.

I'm not going to leave you here with these lunatics, am I?

Right.

Just how do we get out?

He's on a call.

Does he know anything?

- No and I need to keep it that way.

Because if he finds out it was me.

Yeah, I know.

- Hmm, we didn't say anything in there.

Good.

No thank you?

Thanks.

You're welcome.

- Listen, just do as you're told until we work this out.

He's a nutter.

- Yeah. Don't worry. we'll play ball.

I don't really want to end up as a big old bag of Darren.

You're alive then?

- It's that high level of observational skills

that makes M the perfect receptionist.

Ah, I am not a receptionist.

- I am a... - Personal assistant.

We know.

Go on then.

Where were you last night?

We were kidnapped.

Okay.

No, no, we were kidnapped.

We...we were chained up.

We witnessed a murder, and then we buried the body.

Mhm-hmm.

It's not one of your best jokes.

It's not a joke.

It happened.

What the fuck?

- What happened? - Okay,

s the bloke that we scammed, he's a fucking mobster.

Oh, fuck.

- Yeah. Yeah. And he said he owns us.

What does that even mean?

- It means that we work for him now.

And who is he?

- Um, okay, this is a real issue, so just...

It's Emery.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, God.

What, are you mad?

You don't mess with Emery.

Well, we didn't know.

Darren just told us it was some rich old bastard

who deserved it, we didn't know it was him.

Fuck! We're fucked.

No one messes with Emery.

Does he know about me?

- So we get taken away and roughed up.

And your first... your first concern is,

does he know about me?

- Well, I'm just thinking about my family.

- Mhm. Well, I can categorically state,

no, he knows absolutely nothing about you.

I'll just...

Hello?

And would Mr. Emery like anything else?

Uh.

Who was that?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

What did he want?