Sexy Beast

Find my coin, McGraw.

The perpetrators will be dealt with severely.

She's 19 years old.

She feels the whole world's against her.

I've not seen her for two days.

What are you really doing here, Gal?

What, do you think I'm going grass you up to filth,

tell them all the shit I know Larry's been telling me?

I'm the one that should be mad at you

for scheming behind my back with him.

What was that for? - Felt like it.

What the fuck is going on here?

Rick, I got an offer I can't resist.

These blokes, they don't care about contracts.

Tell me about Freddie McGraw.

Bit of a hothead.

What are you looking at, cunt?

The back of your head.

Hello, Trish.

Gal Dove.

Treated me like a cunt...

holding on to this thing.

It's clear he's trying to find out what it is.

I knew I'd seen it somewhere before.

This is the Laotian fighter statue.

Laos. It's near Vietnam.

- Is it valuable, one of these? - Yes.

It's very, very valuable.

Does he know?

He knows its history.

I don't think he knows who it belongs to.

It's a national treasure in Laos.

It was stolen from the royal family.

27 people were killed in the palace during the raid.

Maybe we miscalculated with these boys.

If anything, I think we underestimated them.

Hmm.

This thing has a messy history, Gal.

Watch yourself.

Can't say I'd be doing anything different

if I was in his shoes.

We could take them all out...

start again.

Roger wouldn't like that, Ted.

I got a better idea.

Please.

Please. I don't know anything.

What are we paying you for, Inspector?

I brought him here.

I think I'll make you my driver next week.

I've always wanted a police escort.

Ah, Jesus Christ, Mr. McGraw.

I swear to God, I don't know anything.

- Who is he? - Give us a name, Dave.

I swear, all I heard, that nothing was taken but a coin.

- What do you reckon? - Dave don't have much heart.

If he knew, he'd tell you.

Isn't that right, Dave?

How's your heart, George?

Because you're going to find yourself

right under the same shoe.

I'm on it, Dominic.

As God is my witness, I'll turn over every fucking stone.

Quiet down, Dave.

You been drinking?

Our business with Eaton--

our future's tied to him for the time being.

Yeah, I get it, Dad, okay? I get it.

I need you to take a personal interest, Freddie,

son or no son.

There's room for three under this shoe.

No, wait.

Wait.

I thought you gave him it already.

No. And I'm glad I didn't.

The more I find out about it, the more I start to worry.

People have been looking for this thing for three decades.

It's some serious shit.

- Oh, fuck. - So what are you saying?

I'm saying that we're not giving it to Ted,

not until we find out what it's all about.

- You're losing your mind, Gal. - Oh, maybe.

How long do you think that's going to work--

not giving it to him? - We're giving it to him.

We're giving it to him right now.

He ain't going to stand for it. Neither will my sister.

No, we're not.

Help me out here, Aitch.

You sure you know what you're doing, Gal?

Look, people have been killed over this.

This is bigger than we think, much, much bigger.

We got hired to do a job.

We decided to do it. We did it.

We didn't actually all decide.

- Shut up! - Oh, he's right.

Let's just give it to him and move on.

Let's just think it through for a moment, okay?

We rob a secure van for just a coin.

Then we do the second job, and there's nothing there--

by the statue, a foreign statue.

If we want to move up, if we want to be in the big-time,

then we've got to stop letting them treat us

like baggage handlers.

If we're doing a job, we need to know everything.

What do I tell Cecilia?

Tell her nothing.

And what if you're wrong, Gal?

What then?

Well...

I guess I wind up like Larry.

They beat Tony to within an inch of his life, okay?

He'll never walk again. It was horrible.

They're animals, these McGraws.

How could you have got into business with them?

It's not like I had a lot of choice.

It was the only way we could keep us going,

plus their connections with the police.

I mean, fuck.

Are they watching me? Following me?

Look, I'm sorry, honey. I just--

I'm scared.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

So what now? What does this mean?

It means they want you to keep making movies for them.

It's... Jesus, Ricky.

Oi. Oi, Sidney, what you fucking doing?

I won. It's not paying out.

- Everything okay? - Mm.

What are you doing?

Someone's been stealing from us,

jamming our machines with these fake maggies.

We have to discourage this kind of behavior

in every way possible.

Right.

You know what we're trying to do here?

- Mmm. - We plan to expand.

This just for you, even more me.

Are we still doing that?

- Yes, we are still doing that. - Right, right.

But, uh, I thought you wanted to slow down.

Just find out who's responsible.

And you was always the clever one, Gal.

And I thought I was the funny one.

What, holding on to it? Are you nuts?

Don's right. You can't hold it forever.

Exactly.

Yeah, but Gal's right and all.

Huh?

You got to know what the fuck you're getting into.

Never take a job till you know all the details.

Look, no one else-- well, as far as I hear--

is looking for it.

No police reports filed, nothing from the insurance.

Someone is going to be looking for this, all right?

It ain't that lawyer from Levison Financial.

So, if we could just at least find out

who we've stolen from.

All right, I'll keep looking.

And you'd better and all, because before long,

Teddy is going to come collecting.

And he's going to take a few organs with him.

Right. I'll be right back.

Can you take a quick look at this for me?

Don, we ain't got time for this.

He can take a look.

Someone's been jamming up the machines with them.

That looks like the work of Eddie Bartlett.

Where can I find this cunt?

Thing is, it can't be Eddie.

He's doing three to five in Parkhurst.

Parkhurst?

Yeah.

So, with Eddie out the way...

there's only one person who I know would be this good.

How long is this going to take?

Just sit tight.

But don't forget, you owe me a favor.

Are you sure you know what you're doing

with this statue thing? - Yeah.

Um, right now we've got all the leverage.

Once we let them have it,

they're not going to have to answer anything.

All right, all right.

- Mrs. Bartlett. - Who the fuck are you two?

Well, deary...

My name's Don Logan.

Does that ring a bell? - No. Should it?

It very well should.

I've had my fair share of bitch boys

suck the milk out of me,

and he's more my type than you are.

- So give me a hint. - All right.

This jog your memory?

Is this is what you earn on Fleet Street,

giving reach-arounds?

Can you believe this muncher?

I don't know what the fuck you two want,

but I would get out of here before my husband comes home

and bends you over the kitchen table.

What a mouth on this one.