The Stoic

Welcome home, girls.

Come on, mind your head.

Come on, this way.

McCrea! Patrick!

Graves, give me his phone.

What was that about?

Other firearms?

All secure.

Fall in, line up!

Seven of you, two women.

I'm not gonna stand here

and bollock all of you, 'cause some should know better.

We had a few surprises in that job, didn't we?

But you all handled yourselves well

and we got the job done, and that's all that matters.

Thanks to the four of you that came on board

at the last hour. Appreciate it.

Now, Jacko's inside, resting up, and I think we all understand

the reality of that situation.

And the women, well, they're our problem now.

Boss.

Pope?

If the women are a liability, then--

Mr. Rhodes wants them, so...

All right, lads.

We're all guests at this beautiful house.

You got one night, have a beer, do a line of coke,

whatever floats your boat, and it's back to business.

Marco, four hours of stag. And they'll give, uh,

Patrick over another go. This time, don't fuck up.

And please, boys, lose those armbands.

Larkin, pick it up.

And stand up straight, will you?

Off you go then.

You're honored.

Mother has taken an interest in you.

And your denial.

Denial of any offence upon you.

Of any slight.

Any fear.

Any pain.

Denial of family, of ego, need.

Your denial of personal loss

will form a basis of loyalty.

The Bonnets are only for the loyal.

He wishes to speak, Mother.

How long?

Fail.

Dad?

Oi, Bollocks! You got my razor?

Assuming I'm "Bollocks," no.

Who are you shaving for?

It's only us.

Peasants.

That being said, there are a couple of lovelies.

Hey! Don't touch the livestock.

If you hurt them, you're liable.

Yeah, I'm liable to get my rocks off.

It's easy to be them.

Don't think about them.

Concentrate on yourself.

Mother.

Your call is well timed.

I have negotiated your stay of execution

with our competitors at great cost.

Thank you, Mother.

You are appeased for now,

but I have guaranteed your blood one day.

I understand.

Do you want to know length of your appeasement?

Yes, please.

Another four years of life.

That includes this Western prison time.

Do not remain longer than necessary.

Was that a derision?

We're not Westerners, Aerellius.

No, Mother.

Four years. Thank you.

Goodbye.

Mother.

Yes?

I must ask for help.

You dare ask for more?

People smugglers.

I won't spare resources for bottom-feeders.

Deal with them yourself.

Attend your incarceration. No more outside attention.

You ask too much.

And she stepped on his balls!

It's bloody freezing.

Here. Get this down you.

Get in there.

No, I don't do water.

You "don't do water?"

How do you pass basic?

I said, "I don't."

I didn't say I can't.

He passed basic fucking moaning.

Fuck it.

Oi! Go on, lad!

Go on! Go on!

Right. Who am I this morning?

"Oh, I've been shot!"

I've been shot!

Why? Why?

Fuck off!

It wasn't even your blood.

Yeah, it was someone's.

It was Jacko's.

How is he?

Anyone?

He's back at the house.

Snug as a bug.

He'll be all right.

Brutal day.

Oi! Delete that.

Delete what?

Delete it, lad.

Just delete it, mate.

Like I've taken your spirit?

Is that racist?

And from the delete file.

All right?

No. It's not all right.

For today, for those two we slaughtered,

and those two lasses. we could do 30 years apiece.

And I'm not doing it for your selfies.

Thanks for this.

Don't thank me.

Hot tub, the lights. It's my daughter's birthday.

I could be a host, but never a father.

Lot of guys out there

for taking down a group of civilians.

One of them doesn't look old enough to drink.

Yeah.

He's good for making the tea.

You know, it's four of us before the recce.

Rhodes gave me some information,

said it was a gang of five men.

Turns out, it was 12, bunked together.

Two houses knocked through.

So, you dug up a list of dishonourable discharges.

And the girls?

Yeah. Rhodes ID'd them as mules.

So, just orders.

What?

Make a better life for them?

You gonna shut them up?

Just one night.

Then after that, we'll dust down before dark.

How long?

Three days, tops.

Jesus. This is the last time.

You're on the leash.

So am I.

I want to deliver to the Coast like always, like we used to.

Remember?

Now, these sick fucks, they want them hooked.

They wanna collect addicts.

"Collect?"

That fucker's not coming here.

No, Rhodes is gonna send men.

I mean, what do you expect?

Expect that this is a stopover till you find somewhere else.

I owe you a favor, but this is it.

Here.

Huh?

Girls and drugs.

It was never like this.

No.

No, it wasn't.

Slavery.

Wow.

Well, don't beat yourself up.

Look at the London elite.

All sat on an immigrant slave population.

Every civilisation since whenever.

It's tolerated.

We supply the tolerable.

"The Banality of Evil."

Hannah Arendt.

Hmm.

Very good.

I read.

Boss? Boss?

You gonna do something about that?

Is he new?

He's last minute.

I'll do it.

Thanks.

The lad knew the risks.

So did I.

I just don't get this waiting around.

It's contract complete.

Only takes one of us to look after two birds.

Job's done, gear's safe.

Everything has to be delivered.

All I'm saying

is it doesn't mean we all have to stand around.

If you want your beer token, just stay put.