Giri/Haji

Upon his arrival to London,

the police detective makes enquiries into his brother's whereabouts.

Looking for one lost boy, he takes in another

and discloses the truth of his quest to a woman with a secret of her own.

New players are introduced to an increasingly volatile game.

One member of his family missing,

remerging from the shadows.

Stop the car! Stop the car!

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Am I a fucking horse?

Argh!

I know it's you!

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck! Ah! Fuck!

Fuck!

Fucking hell! Oh, fuck, you're beautiful!

Oh, my...! You're so fucking beautiful!

Oh!

Oh!

I know.

In the interest of safety...

For security reasons,

baggage left unattended will be removed and destroyed.

Lisa, fuck off.

Listen, something happened. Rodney, it's Tiff!

- Babe, slow down, slow down. - It's Tiff!

He took something! I called an ambulance, but it was too late.

You should get going.

I thought we were going to get breakfast?

That's just something nice I say when I want to screw someone.

Sun's up now, time to leave.

Fucking cokehead!

- Abso-fucking-lutely not. - Why not?

I've said all I need to say to that man,

- plus, if we walk in there, - we might not walk back out.

You know what I mean?

This is Britain, there are rules, even for criminals.

No, let me tell you where there are rules - here, this buffet.

Brits love this shit.

Huh! Try and cut in line at the cereal bar, see what happens.

The big stuff? They're maniacs!

This fucking country.

Mr Vickers, it is your responsibility

to exhaust all non-violent options.

I don't believe anyone wants a conflict,

but you need to go to the negotiating table.

Negotiate with what?

You said it yourself, they are animals

and they're looking for a fight.

If Abbot is smart, he'll want to do everything he can to avoid one.

Fine, I'll give it a go.

But if I end the day hanging upside down in some cold storage unit,

that's very much on you. All right?

Can I help you, Miss?

I'm looking for something heavy.

Heavy?

Yeah. - What you playing? - I'm not.

Well, some people swear by a crowbar, or a pipe.

But for me, nothing beats a bat.

Light enough to swing, but you will knock a motherfucker out no problem.

Er... who is this now?

Hello? Does it speak? Is it a mute?

Hello.

Who are you?

- Taki. - Ah!

I'm an entrusted advisor to your father in need of a fast cash loan.

What?

- Money. - I don't have money.

That is crushing. OK.

Wait! Can I come with you?

Bitch, if you can keep up.

That means yes.

- Where are we going? - To a confrontation.

- Do you know what confrontation means? - Yes.

Do you mind a confrontation?

- No. - Good. That will help.

Please tell Mr Abbot that Mori-Kenzo of Tokyo

graciously begs a moment of his time.

I'm shitting myself, in case you were wondering.

- Just keep your cool. - I am cool.

Jesus Christ!

Well, well, well!

Huh! I weren't expecting this

when I was dipping my eggy soldiers this morning.

I thought you'd fucked off back to Baltimore.

- Pittsburgh. - Wherever.

Konnichiwa, and, er... arigato.

Thanks very much for that. It's, er... very kind of you.

Tyler, can you get a bottle of Bunraku down, please?

Sit down, gents. Welcome.

So... right.

Well, look, I know who you are cos I had you followed.

Bit surprised to see you walk in here, to tell you the truth. Ha!

Here you are, so, er... let's deal with that.

We have left a notice of where we were going. So if we don't return...

Yeah, look, I understand,

you've come in here under the flag of peace, I get it.

And I can assure you, nothing's going to happen to you

during the course of this meeting, all right?

On that, you have my word.

- For what it's worth. - Is Yuto here?

He's out the back, I'll just go and get him, shall...

No, 'course he ain't fucking here.

This is for you.

Thank you.

So, er...

...when did this happen? When did you...?

I followed up a lead on Yuto and found Mr Vickers.

Is that right, Mr Vickers?

He wants Yuto, I want my shit back,

so all roads lead to you, like fucking Damascus.

- It's Rome. - Whatever.

Yeah. Yeah. No, look, what can I tell you?

I was going through a bit of a St Petersburg phase.

And now you're in a Japanese phase?

- It's not a phase. - Oh, no, it's a lifelong passion.

You know what they're big on in Japan? Honour, right?

So, why don't you honour our arrangement

- and give me my money back? - Because I've invested it, Vickers, yeah?

That means spent it. Yeah?

And you can have it back once it starts to pay...

- I... - Perhaps as a show of faith, you can make an upfront return payment.

- Say, 10%? - Good. Fine, fine. - As a goodwill gesture.

Yeah, but what about you?

I can't give you 10% of what you want, can I?

- Unless, I dunno, he cuts another one of his fingers off. - No.

I require all of Yuto.

Yeah. Well, I can't do that for you.

There are powerful men in Japan looking for him.

And if I cannot bring him home peacefully,

I have no doubt that they will come here looking for him.

They can send who they want, - as long as you tell

them not to send - anyone they want back. All right?

Violence is bad for business,

and you can easily avoid it by accommodating us in our requests.

- I wish you hadn't done that. - Done what?

- Threatened me. - I'm not threatening you. - No, you did, you threatened me.

You said I can easily avoid violence - if I give you and Vickers - what you want.

That's a threat in anyone's language.

- I apologise. - I fucking don't!

Look, do you want another beating?

- Cos I will happily roll my sleeves up! - This is a business meeting!

It's respectable. We are men.

Yeah, well, er... let's knock this - on the head now cos my cream - is beginning to curdle.

Mr Abbot, Yuto does not belong here.

The British police are closing in on him.

Please let me take him back to Japan, for all of our sakes.

It is my understanding that he has every intention of returning

to Japan, Mori-San, OK?

I mean, we all do.

Come on, Vickers.

Huh! Get the fuck outta here!

Shake his hand.

There you go.

You don't want to mess with me, Connor, trust me. I have backing.

Oh, fuck it!

Argh! - No! - I'm sorry, Vickers.

It's just I can't abide false bravado, it rankles me.

It always has done.

Let's see how tough you are - when I shove the Albanian mafia - up your ass!

- What's he talking about? - Mr Abbot, please...

Look, get him out of here!

And here's a bit of advice for both of you - get on a plane,

cos London is not a safe place for you two any more.

Truth be told, it never was. All right?

And don't forget your pressie. Here you go.

It's disrespectful.

Huh? Fuck him!

- You were supposed to keep your cool. - Oh, Christ, this is a nightmare!

This is a goddamn waking nightmare. You know what I just did?

I lost the element of surprise, and that's one of the useful elements.

- I read that somewhere. - It was worth a try. - Yeah, it was worth a try.

And now, the shotgun-wielding Albanians will get their turn.

- That is a very bad idea. - Ah, the latest in a long line.

What don't you do what he says?

Why don't you get on a plane and go home?

I think you'd be a lot happier staying out of this.

Yuto is involved in this fight, so - I - am!

Fine. I guess I'll just let you know when the shit hits the fan, then.

We'll start a fucking WhatsApp group or something.

Lunch Club - pub edition. Special guest star.

Come on.

Sarah.

You left your brick in my flat last night.

- What? - You threw a fucking brick through my window!

Weitzmann.

You're all drinking together like nothing happened!

- I just want to get on with my life, Sarah. - Oh, bullshit!

- I am watching you! - You're making it worse for yourself.

- Just fuck off, will you? For God's sake, just fuck off! - Don't!

Why'd you come to London, anyway?

- I ran away. - Oh, you ran away?

To the city where your father is?

You're doing it wrong, darling. Got it upside down.

Come on.

Yes?

Brian, these are two of Tiff's friends.