Get Lucky

They call him Lucky.

ls he?

Depends who you ask.

Tragic circumstances with his parents' murder.

He skipped the county.

So this guy just wants us to grab him? No bruises?

Yeah. He's got something special planned for Lucky.

-Can l help you, mate? -No.

Come on, stop it!

That's it? No kiss goodbye?

Welcome back to London.

Great to be back.

What brings you home?

That voice you've got, does it hurt when you talk?

Whoever you think l am,

whatever you think l've done, you're wrong.

We know who you are.

Lucky, tell us about your brother.

What's he got to do with this?

Tell us about Raphael.

We need to know if he's trustworthy.

The most honest guy l know.

We've heard that he's the best in the business.

That he's a tactical genius.

We've also heard that he's incredibly handsome.

The funniest guy in the world.

The only person who could truly throw you

a welcome home party.

l wanna kiss that man. Come here!

-(BOTH LAUGHlNG) -George!

-Good to see ya. -How are you, sir?

How's the motor business?

Yeah, well, l've only just finished repairing all those cars that you smashed up.

-Well, l made a pink slip trade. -(CHUCKLES)

-Where's Kirby? -You mean, is he still not in prison?

-Come on. -(LAUGHlNG)

lt's not as if you were going to get the first round.

Kirby. l'm stunned by your generosity. Thanks, mate.

-How you been keeping? -Out of trouble. Just.

What?

Put those on ice. l'm working.

George. Hey! How are you?

-Oh, that's the old Shirley Bunion, isn't it? -(LAUGHS)

-Shirley Bunion, isn't it? -No.

-Yeah. We were in school together. -l sincerely doubt it.

There you go, mate. Welcome home present.

That's vey thoughtful. Good to see you, Kirby.

-Cheers, lads. Cheers.

l need to go and talk to someone.

l need to go and get more champagne.

l need to go for a piss.

-Vodka or gin? -Vodka. Always vodka.

-You always drink alone? -l'm actually waiting for someone.

Ah. Me, too.

You haven't seen her, have you?

She's got the most beautiful blue eyes, blonde hair.

Beautiful smile, red dress, drinks martinis, loves magic.

Oh! (CHUCKLES)

Well, if l see her, l'll let her know you're looking for her.

You do that.

She's a vey lucky girl.

Mate. Mate, mate, mate. A word in your ear-hole.

-Not now, mate. -Yes, now. Come on.

l've just met a beautiful girl, and you want a word?

Okay. Heads, l follow her, tails, l...

lt's always heads. l gave you that coin.

-(SlGHS) -Come on.

How's employment with Mr Zigic?

Ah, you know, some days you're the pigeon, some days you're the statue.

We're supposed to be on our collection rounds,

so if you could cut to the chase.

My inside man has come good.

We're on for Tuesday.

Can you clear your diaries?

l'm sure we can find the time.

No more being a collection goon for your uncle after this.

Let's hope so.

l've just landed, just got back into the county

and you want me to do a job with you tomorrow?

lt's not a "job" job.

Like l say, the guy l do deliveries for owes me a bit of money. That's all.

So why do you need a driver?

Well, if you don't want to help your best mate out, fine.

Your world travels have changed you, haven't they?

And not for the better, may l point out.

Why do you need me to drive?

You're the best driver. Eveybody knows that.

Heads, you do it.

You still got the old Merc?

Yes, dad left it to me.

And, no, l'm not bringing it on some getaway job.

lt's not some getaway job.

Just wanna go cruising with my best mate in a flash car.

Catch the eye of the ladies.

Yeah, well, you need all the help you can get.

-l'll think about it. -All right.

Show me a trick.

Look, useless poker hand.

Royal flush.

That is good.

No, l'm sory, but l can't and l won't pay that kind of money.

l like a man who stands up for what he believes in.

Do you like photography?

l love photography.

Captures memories in such a poetic way, don't you think?

My boss, therefore your boss, Mr Zigic,

he likes to keep things simple.

Black and white, you might say.

You don't have to pay in cash.

They didn't.

Good boy.

lf you see a girl you like the look of, you come and talk to me.

l will arrange a table for you, so you and the girl can get to know each other.

Thank you.

-Hi, Niko. -Hello, Foxy.

All right, Foxy?

-Done deal, Mr Zigic. -l'll take that.

Mmm. We'll speak to the organ grinder, not the monkeys.

Yourjob's done. Now run along, boys.

Sebastian.

Ladies, please. Now come on.

Let's have a little bit of professionalism in here.

We're just messing about, right?

You gonna be all right with that? lt's vey heavy.

Yeah, l'll be fine.

l've heard a little whisper about you two.

Yeah? What about?

No, nothing. Just that someone who knows someone said that

you're into playing little games.

l was just saying what we heard about these two.

Yeah. We were wondering if you fancied a poker night one night?

ls this what l'm paying you for? Hmm?

lt's just a little bit of downtime, Mr Zigic.

One day this week? Poker or blackjack?

Don't touch anything!

-l'm not! l was just... -Don't just.

You nearly done?

Yeah.

Just gonna check the safe, then we can go.

-Please don't touch anything. -l won't.

Mmm.

l'm serious. l've got a huge night on Tuesday.

lf l don't get everything perfect, my boss will kill me.

Ooh, Mr Zigic!

Raph, seriously, you're not even supposed to know his name.

l know, but no one even knows l'm here, right?

No, you're fine.

Why don't l come and help you instead?

-Turn around. -(CHUCKLES)

Goodbye, ladies, see you tonight!

-Shirley Bunion, isn't it? -Fuck off.

Oh, my mistake. l thought we went to school together.

Forget about it, mate.

l've missed you.

Yeah, l've missed you, too.

-So how long's this going to take? -Oh, five minutes, tops.

Just gonna go in around the back. l'll be back before you know it.

Why aren't you going in the front door?

Keep the engine running.

-You told me this wasn't a job. -(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

You just can't keep away from me.

You gonna do more magic on me?

lf you like.

Be careful.

lf l wasn't so innocent, l'd say you were hitting on me.

-What brings you here? -What brings you here?

You.

Look,

you may think you like me, but l'm a whole world of trouble.

Really?

But if it makes you happy, l'll take your number and maybe call you.

SEBASTlAN: lt's too noisy. What do you want me to say?

l can't find my keys. -What do you mean, you can't find the keys?

l can't find my keys.

Well, think, where was the last place you had them?

-Uh... -Come on, think.

They're in the safe, you plum.

My pleasure.

We gotta go! Come on!

Lucky!

-l hope to see you again. -Yeah.

Lucky! Come on!

Let's go.

KlRBY: Can you drive faster?

Just admit this was a job. KlRBY: All right, all right! lt was a job!

Closer, closer.

Come on, come on, come on, closer. What are you doing?

This thing's handling like a bloody blancmange.

SEBASTlAN: Have you got your foot right down?