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Come on ladies, we're pushing pennies around like a load of old tarts here.
Let's see a real bet.
Raise.
- That's better. - Fold.
All in.
Good morning, mate. Delivery for you.
Fresh as you like.
Bloody hell.
What you plan on doing with that?
I'm gonna chop his head off.
- You know I'm a vegetarian?! - For Christ sake, Tim!
I'm not asking you to fucking eat it.
Only chop the head off.
Ben, I can't mate. Really, I can't.
The head...
is mine.
Al right.
Johnny's got the head.
I've got the belly.
Which leaves you
the legs,
the gut,
or the fucking tail.
Where's the other fellow?
You're late.
Did I not make myself clear?!
The other fellow, where is he?
We can handle it!
Guaranteed!
I need three of you inside.
You've got three of us.
You mean to tell me that Tinker Bell here is gonna go inside?
No... Tinker...
Tim... will stay in the van.
Al right.
So Tink takes the wheel
whilst you and Lard-ass there go inside?
The two of you?
- I trust him with my life. - Yeah, well, I don't.
So you find someone else, otherwise, the deal is off, al-right?!
Al-right.
I'll find another guy.
OK?
If...
And I mean if this goes according to plan..
He's got a ring.
You take it!
The ring is very important to him.
You might say it's his little friend.
Adios.
Fucking tosser!
- Hello? - Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Michael
Happy birthday to you.
Wow, I'm touched.
Love you so much.
Sounds like I'll come in for a very good night, tonight?!
Oh, yes, but it was different in my dreams.
Why is that?
You've been having those dirty dreams about me again?
Mm-hm, but it happened in a Polish restaurant.
- Oh, shit. - Oh, yes.
No, that's no good, 'cause since you've met me, all your dreams have come true.
I know, Michael. Look..
I've ordered a table at Gordon's, just the two of us.
We have to be there in an hour.
An hour?
Yes.
Well, at least it's not Polish.
Definitely not. And I have a surprise for you.
Yeah, you should do.
Besides, I've got a little surprise for you, too.
Surprise?! I'm finally going to meet the queen?
Who told you?
Everybody's talking about it.
No, but...
I do have a little..
Michael?
Now, there is a surprise.
What?
I'll be there in a jiffy.
OK.
What the shitty fuck?!
Let go of me!
What the fuck?!
Take it off!
Please, let go of me.
Help?!
I'll give you anything!
You work for her Majesty?
What's it got to do with you?
You'd take a bullet, in your buttocks, for queen and country?
What?
Even though the old dear makes you work on your fucking birthday.
Johnny, you fucker!
Happy birthday, mate.
God save the Queen.
Piss off, Ben!
Come on! Come on! Let me out!
You scared the shit out of me.
Here. Happy birthday fellow.
Yeah, what were you doing with that bunny rabbit, eh?
That is Jess..
Well it was just Jessica's present.
I was thinking about you, the whole time.
Oh, you pervert.
- And you? - Sorry, Michael.
We just wanted to give you the best surprise ever.
Oh, why, well, you certainly did that, Tim.
No problem there!
Al-right, let's go!
- Go? Go where? - Here.
Al-right, what?!
A rank looking strip club. Even you're not thick enough to think of going there.
Oh, yeah, we forgot.
You're into cuddly toys now, aren't you?
I am not going in there!
I don't care what you say, I've had enough!
Jessica.
- Mickey?! - No. I'm sorry, I've got to go.
- Must see Jessie, she's waiting on me. - Mickey, for fuck's sake.
Will you just calm down?! Mickey, please?!
Look! I have to go and see Jessica, al-right?! She's waiting for me.
Al-right. I see the surprise is out the window.
But we have to go and tell the girls. Please, ten minutes?!
No, thank you. It's not my business!
Come on, mate, please, for fuck's sake, do us a favour.
Al-right, five minutes, al-right?!
And not a heartbeat more!
OK, Mickey. Just turn the van around.
These girls might take us by force.
Hopefully.
You sure are fucking cunts!
Let me tell you what, John. He's gonna go ape-shit when he finds out. It's a fact, mate.
Fuck you and your facts, Tim. We stick to the plan!
Here.
We're closed.
Closed or not, mate, I have to drop this off.
You're not dropping anything off, mate.
I told you, the bar is closed. So fuck off and come back tomorrow!
Shut it, Dickhead!
You know the trouble with the world right now, Karl?
Not enough trust.
But I'm gonna trust these cards.
When I said use your head, I meant your own one.
Fresh meat.
What?
Wait! Wait! Wait! Don't you flinch!
Put your hands on the table!
Where I can see them!
What the fuck is going on here?
Shut your mouth!
Or I'll shut it for you!
Open it up! Come on!
I think you pricks are a little confused.
Slowly, don't you make me fucking nervous. Come on!
Do you have any idea who owns this establishment?
Who sent you?
The International
Red fucking Cross!
Let's gather the harvest.
Come on, gentlemen!
Come on!
Faster, gentlemen! Faster!
I said...
five minutes!
Fuck!
Come on! Faster, you fucking cripple!
Aren't you forgetting something?
Like what?
Your ring!
Are you deaf?!
Put the ring on the fucking table!
Shoot!
What?
Shoot him!
No! Oh, no! I can't..
I can't do it!
Fuck! Shoot him!
Motherfucker, I'm telling you!
I can't!
Blow his fucking brains out!
Now!
I can't.
You're such a fucking pussy!
Oh fu...
Get back!
I promise I'll aim better next time.
You're fucking mental!
Really?! You're not the first to notice.
I'll find you!
I'll fucking find you! And when I do...
I'll cut of your fucking balls...
and when you fucking eat them...
I'm gonna pull them out of your fucking asshole with this hand!
You fucking fat cunt!
Oy?!
Is this what you were looking for?
What?
Don't play silly puppets with me!
You wanted your play with his ring, didn't you?
Well, as it happens...
I've grown quite fond of it.
I think I'll just adopt to it.
I'll think of it
as a present!
Fucking knew.
You fucking snake!
Come on! Come on!
Move! Move! Move! Now!
Move! Fucking move!
You come and investigate, you're the police.
I'll call you back.
Mickey start the van!
Wait, what happened?
Drive! Just fucking drive!
Now wait a minute.
- Move! - Al-right!
Shittin' Jesus Christ.
What was all that about?
Nothing, Mickey.
- We're all good. - Good?!
How can it be good, Johnny? I heard a fucking gunshot!
Need to clear your ears out, mate.
Probably just me fartin'.
Oh, fuck off, Ben!
Calm down, Mickey.
Girls just...
got a bit upset, that's all.
But we got you a present.
Piss off with your presents!
Are you sure about that?
Don't think you want me fucking around with your future.
What is that?
Problems with your eyesight, lad?!
Oh, fuck! No!
No! No! No! No! No!
What did you do, Johnny? Eh?
What the fuck did you do?
Set you up, mate.
Tell me you're just having another laugh, al-right?!
Tell me that this is just a fucking wind-up.
Not really.
I know you're pissed off now, mate.
But please,
just try to calm down.
You tell me to calm down
just one more time
I will fucking end you!
Look at it, we always said we were to start it new.
Now we can. All of us.
We're sorted.
Whose money is that?
Look at it as a long-term loan.
With payment optional.
Who saw you? Hm?
As far as I'm aware, no one!
You're in the clear, mate.
And by the time those guys sort themselves out,
we'll be long gone.
Gone?!
Gone where?
Malaysia, my friend.
Sunshine. Paradise is just around the corner.
And we've got a place for you.
If you're willing to join us.
Shit!
This is fucking real?!
You really are all just the sneakiest, fucking donk shit, right?!
You're right, Johnny, you clever bastard.
Nobody did see me.
So I weren't there.
Just so we're clear?!
I didn't do anything!
You don't know me.
And I don't know you.
Any of you!
And if I ever see you again.
You're fucking dead!
I'll kill ya'll!
His name's John.
I don't know his last name.
That's all I know, Paul, I swear.
Believe me.
I know I fucked up, I fucked up big-time, Paul.
But give me a chance, yeah?
And I'll get the fuckers myself.
I promise.
They'll pay.
Yeah, they'll pay.
I'll get the fuckers myself, and they'll pay.
I promise you they'll pay, OK?
I'll get them! I'll get them Paul.
Yeah? I'll get them..
Pst!
...Fuck up!
Or I'll crush you!
I believe you.
Yeah?
Everybody pays.
Yeah.
He was in the fucking van.
He seems fucking familiar to me.
How come?
If that really is him, then...
then we've just been fucked by the honorary guard of her
Majesty, Queen Elizabeth, the fucking second.
If we get this little prick, we find the others.
I want you to take all of our boys,
find out where they fucking live,
where they drink,
and even if they're coming up to the queen of fucking England
I want them crown jewels.
- Hello? - Where are you?
Oh, Jess.
Yeah, I... I'm sorry darling.
- I'm waiting. - Yeah, I'm on my way there now.
Are you OK? What's the matter with you?
No, no...
No. Every thing's hunky...
Every thing's fine!
Hurry up, then.
Yes, yes! I'll be there in a minute, al-right?!
Oh, fuck!
- Oh, shit! - He's inside!
Fuck!
Shit.
Fucker's got away.
I need to go to the toilet.
Tim, what the fuck are you doing?!
You don't know me!
I'll be back in a sec.
Excuse me.
Jesus Christ!
I promised ya'll I'd kill you!
Michael, I'm sorry! I wanted to tell you, honestly.
Where is it?
I'm sorry.
Where is it?
It's on me!
Fuck!
Michael, don't do this! Listen, right! There's no way back!
Mike, what the fuck are you doing?
Mickey...
They found me, Johnny! Do you understand me?!
They found me and then nearly fucking killed me!
Fuck you, Mickeeey!
This is the final boarding call for passengers on the flight F43421C
to Kuala Lumpur.
Please proceed to gate C, immediately.
Thick clouds of ash flew up today,
forcing airlines to cancel thousands of flights.
It drifted at high altitudes south & east, from an erupting volcano in Iceland.
The airspace shut-down was one of the most sweeping ever ordered in peace time.
The cloud made up of minute particles of silicate, that can severely damage jet engines,
left airplanes stranded on the tarmac of some of the world's busiest airports,
as it spread over Britain and towards continental Europe.
5,000-6,000 of the 28,000 daily flights across Europe were cancelled,
or redirected to the nearest available airports, as the results of the ash plume.
The ash plume of volcano Eyjafjallajokull, was reported to be drifting
at 18,000-33,000 feet above the earth.
At those altitudes, the cloud is directly in the way of commercial airliners...
Are you a complete idiot?
Where are you walking?
Fuck off the road!
Excuse me, mate. Where are we?
Do you hear me? FUCK OFF THE ROAD!
Sorry, mate, I don't speak Malaysian, I'm sorry.
We found them.
Well, it's about fucking time.
They didn't get as far as Malaysia.
Some big volcano has just erupted in Iceland.
The flight redirected.
To Lithuania.
Lith-a-fucking what?
Lithuania?!
Not Malaysia?!
It's in Eastern fucking Europe.
And the bastards are still there.
How?
I mean how? How? How did I get here?
You arrived here about two hours ago,
from the airport,
with, uh, three friends.
I like them fucking Islandics.
But I like them volcanoes even better.
Let's get our asses fucking out there.
Hey, barman, give me some vodka.
Cheers, fella.
Benny, my boy, lucky tonight.
See you back at the hotel.
I'll see ya later.
Ben, don't you think we should get back to the hotel.
You've gone fucking soft?!
I'm not going back to some shitty hotel!
Hello, boys. Our hen party needs some company.
Where're you from?
England.
Fuck, yes! British!
- Come on girls, surround them. - Al-right, ladies.
Right here, fucking right here!
Fuck!
Oh, you dumb fucks!
- Hello? - Michael?
Jessica, thank God!
Were you ever planning on calling me back?
How could you?
What the hell is going on?
What are you doing? Do you have any idea how I feel?
Yes! Yes, I know.
I'll be back in a couple of hours, I promise!
- I don't give a shit about your promises... - Jessie listen!
- To what? - Airport please, mate.
You're going to the airport? Without me?
Good night, my friend.
And you can't even explain to me where you pissed off to?!
Why is that? I don't want... J-just don't call me any more. I don't want to hear your shit any more.
Jess, it's very, very confusing!
Is it?
But you have to trust me!
Are you sober?
Yes!
So where are you, then?
- Lithuan... Oh, Jesus Christ. - Where?
- It doesn't really matter. - Yes, it does.
I will explain everything to you, when it becomes clear.
Why've we stop... Look, can you just wait a minute? Why've we stopped?
Look! I need to get to the airport, mate! I'm in a bit of a hurry...
Who's this now?
Money, cellphone... Take out everything you have...
Everything, I said.
What's going on?
- What the hell is happening? - What are you doing to me?
Are you at a party?
Fucking catch him!
I can't .
Bastard broke my nose.
He got away, son of a bitch!
You're a son of a bitch, Michael. How can you have fun when my heart's broken?
How can I have ever gotten with you?
And you have nothing to say for yourself?
You can't even explain yourself?
Fuck yo...
How much is in there?
A lot...
Oh, fuck!
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Hi.
I don't even know how I got here.
I don't know where any of my friends are and I need help!
Is your room 1402?
No, yeah... I don't know, why?
They came back...
Hmm... Men!
They said they're friends of yours.
Did they, now?!
Johnny?!
Johnny, where are you?! Show me your faces you little...
- Fuck! Shit! - That's him!
Who are you? What do you want?
I was going to ask you the same thing.
Ask now, there's been some kind of a mistake.
Mistake?!
Where there's a lot of greed, there's plenty of mistakes.
No! You see, I didn't know anything.
They set me up. It weren't my plan.
Plan?!
Your plan's gonna end up the same way as Karl's.
Where is the money?
It was in here. I wanted to give it back to you.
I swear to God, I wanted to give it back to you.
Where's my fucking ring?
What ring? I don't know, I don't know about...
Get him up! Get him up!
OK, it's in... It's in my pocket. The ring.
Where's my fucking ring?
- I just gave... - Tony Montana gave me that fucking ring!
Does that ring any bells with you?
- Now where's my fucking ring? - I don't have anything else to give to you.
I don't even fucking know how I got here. What more can I fucking give?
- Shut the fuck up! - Fucking hell!
Get him in there!
You must fucking like this?!
Open the door! Police.
Hello.
These guys. You know them?
- Yes. yes, I know them, yes. - Good.
You must go with us. Come on!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.
Don't look like we're leaving this place any time soon, lads.
We need a motor. Let's go find uncle Sam.
Officer?! Sir?!
The Mob... Gangsters...
From London, really, very, very serious men.
They're in my hotel. They want their money.
But, it was taken, you see, it's all gone.
You know this?
You want me to be honest with you?!
They're not my actual friends.
In fact, I barely fucking know them, but that is not important.
They are going to kill me.
You have to believe me!
What money?
Who robbed you?
Hm?
How much money?
When?
Money, I...
What money?
No, no, no...
I-it's all good.
It's my fuckup.
All four have silencers... and two magazines for...
Four iron dicks and two balls for each.
How much for all of them?
How much?
Five grand... Can't sell for less...
Eight thousand .. You won't find any cheaper.
Is that right? Is that so?
Cheeky little fucker, isn't he?
Fuck it. Pay him, let's get out of here.
Do you fucking believe this shit?!
Here. That's him.
What's your name?
What?
Vova.
OK, Vova, listen very carefully, I'm only gonna say this once.
Where did you get that fucking watch?
Help! Heeeeeelp! Help!
Help!
Help! Help-ah... help. Help! Help.
Come on, priest!
My boner's so big, it could hold up the table.
What?
Holy Mary, mother of Christ! Who are you...?
Father, can you help me?
Can you please help me?
Jesus!
What're you doing?
Maybe he hasn't seen my face yet!
Don't be an idiot...
Excuse me?
Will you please...
fucking help me?
Well, what?
Please?!
Help me!
OK. OK.
So? Why, God damn it, is he naked? What does he want?
He wants to go to fucking confession.
FUCKING WHAT???
What, what? He's asking for help!
We're the ones who are going to need help!
He'll tell everyone that we found him... Everyone will know that I was with a hooker...
My career is screwed!
Please?!
People, hear me out!
I - have money
If we can just get back to my fucking hotel
I can pay you
as much money
as you fucking want!
Just please?!
Fucking help me!
OK.
Wait a minute...
Church of Immaculate Conception.
Here, cover your balls...
Who the fuck are you?
Oh, shit.
I can't cut this fucking shit!
Try with a hammer...
Fuck your hammer!
Oh, fuck!
Fuck me.
God damn it!
Hey... Are you fucking insane? What are you doing in there?
Fuck... What the hell...
I have nothing to do with this...
He was like that... we... we found him like that...
Please, I shouldn't be here.
Please, I haven't seen anything.
Just... Just let me go.
What have you done to him?
Me???
Jesus! Are you a complete idiot?
We found him like that... nailed. I'm trying to pull him off the cross.
Please, help me.
I don't need this shit. I'm calling the...
No! Wait... Don't do anything!
Listen... I'm getting my arse out of here.
Stay .. Stay here and watch him ..
Yeah... Should I show him my tits as well?
As if you have anything to show...
You don't know anything...
- You came to your flat and... - And?!
Shut up!
And nothing...
Empty.
Catch him, he stole my radiator!
What are you looking at? It's your radiator!
What the fuck is going on here?
That's him.
Well, get the fucker!
Antanas. I need to go to Mass.
Come on!
It's my first time here and it's really, very nice.
Oh, really?!
We can stop at my place.
- Sorry, I've got to go. - So soon?
The fucker's still alive...
Who the fuck are you? What the fuck is going on?
Leave me be.
This fucker will definitely turn us in.
Back to the grave fucker.
I'll kill you!
What are you doing?
Calm down! Listen to me!
They're fine...
Check them all.
I'm telling you they're good. More real than St. Teresa's tits.
OK.
I've got some tourists visiting today...
Where from?
They don't have signs stapled to their asses, but they paid with the same money.
Copper, where is my fucking money?
Let me go! Fuck!
One more time. Where is the fucking money?
I'll tell... I'll tell...
Fucking drive!
Where is it?
It's under the sofa.
Al-right. Fucking get it out!
Now open the bag!
- Is it all there? - I don't know, count it.
Count it?!
Fucking moron!
Fucking prick!
Hello?
You piece of shit! Asshole!
You haven't even bothered to apologize.
Look, Jessica...
Jessica, please just listen to me, al-right, you don't understand.
Oh, I understand al-right!
You and your Lithuanian bitches!
You met another woman.
- Some other fucking bitch. - Jess, will you hold please.
- I know it.. - Just fucking hold!
Ahh, Jesus.
Can you move?
Your fucking radiator is on top of me.
My radiator?!
Ask me...
how I became attached to this fucking radiator.
I should have killed you in that fucking apartment.
Fuck you!
Help!
You skinny, Lithuanian, bitch!
I trusted you!
And you left me
naked
covered in claret
handcuffed!
Hey, steady...
It's my phone.
It's in the pocket.
Can you help?
Help... you?!
Well, yeah.
Since you can't help yourself, heh?!
Fine.
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
Lads, lads, lads...
Wh... What's going on?
Wh... What're you doing to me?
Hey, I'm military! Do you understand that?
That means they'll come looking for me.
And they'll find me, too. That...
That... That is for sure!
Oh, come on, lads.
I work for her Majesty' service. Do you understand? The Queen?
Oh, come on, lads.
I am the head of the honorary guard. I'm a very important person!
Yeah?!
You're fucking dead.
Staska, is that you?
Your Saule is a real slut...
...yesterday she came back with a couple of wankers.
I didn't know them.
Fuck.
Tim, get up!
I don't mean to be rude, darling, but...
Do we know each other?
Fuck you.
And by the way...
you both having me a striptease
for my party.
Aw, fuck! Where'd you get my ring from?
You gave it to me
as my wedding gift.
Wedding?!
What fucking wedding?
My wedding, your gift!
Do you remember anything?
Whatever!
I want my ring!
Let me go, man!
This ring costs too much
to give to some fucking...
Fucking hell.
Fuck! Staska.
Who's that?
My fiancée.
We are getting married tomorrow.
Al-right.
Maybe your boyfriend can take us to the hotel.
Jesus Christ, I'll fucking pay him.
Saule, I brought clothes for the musicians... When are they arriving?
What clothes?
What clothes?!
Sober up! Wedding's tomorrow. Or are you going to sing?!
You dirty bastard!
That is not fucking me!
Staska.
Fucking take it.
Who's that?
Look at what those bastards have done.
I've already told Staska. I've seen everything.
You can't see anything!
Staska easy...
Look, love...
just give us the ring back
and we'll fucking leave.
Yeah. We've got to make a move, to be honest.
It's been an absolute pleasure.
Leave the fucking ring, yeah?!
Peace. Bye, bye.
What the fuck is all this "pyst" and "bai bai"?
They are tourists, Staska...
They're from England. Where Andzeika was deported from.
They came here by accident, they thought it was a hotel.
What kind of hotel... in my house?
Where does it say, that my house is a hotel?
Staska, calm down...These people are from the West... What will the world think about us?
No, you calm down! In a second, the world will become very small for you...
Staska, hold on, you don't understand. These poor people are gays from London. Look at them.
They came to that gay parade and got lost.
My house, a gay hotel?!
Staska... Listen... I don't remember much myself...
...I will show them a fucking parade... I will...
Staska, listen... They are only tourists...
Shut up, you slut...
Staska! I'm no slut! I've got dreams...
What?
Dreams! I want to be a film critic...
Fucking WHAT???
I'll make you a film critic myself...
I'll make film critics out of all of you.
Staska, what's going on?
Gay tourists just made a pit stop in my bed!
Bastards! Come here! I'll fucking show you Lithuania!
Fuck!
Forest, Timmy!
Run for the switch!
Hey, pal!
- Can you help us? - Help us!
What the fuck's he running for. What's he...
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Why would you change the side the fucking steering wheel's on?!
Why would you fucking do that?!
- Move over, you fucking cunt. - This fucking country is mental.
Just drive, OK?!
Shut the fuck up, Timmy!
Fuck! Our van!
Staska... cops... ambush...
An ambush, fucking shit... Fucking tourists...
Well, don't just sit there.
Call Johnny.
With what, eh?! The fucking phone?!
It's in the forest somewhere.
You fucking twat.
BORDERLAND
Come on. Fucking get up!
Where?
Which way?
Well, I don't know, do I?
Hey, Tim, look at all this grass.
You eat like a fucking rabbit, don't you?!
I knew this would go tits up.
But, like a mug,
I signed up for it.
With another mug.
You!
Fuck off!
What?
It's a fucking tattoo.
When?
You
are a fucking
twat!
Jesus Christ!
That ain't Jesus.
Not at all.
Excuse me, please
- are we arrive? - Who? You?
We. Arrive.
Where you from, please?
Who, me?! I'm from England. Where the fuck are you from?
And what you're doing all cooped-up in there?
England.
- England. - Get the fuck off!
Thank you, my friend.
What the fuck are you doing?!
BAR "LAIR"
We're short on strong beer.
Excuse me.
Do you speak English?
We're a bit lost, yeah?!
And we need to call a taxi.
Taxi?
We need to go back to the...
hotel.
Andzeika.
Andzeika!
What do you want?
What! What!?
Don't listen to him.
Andzeika worked in England, in construction somewhere...
Then he murdered someone there, but got away... he proved he's nuts.
Hello.
We need to call a taxi.
English!!!
Do you know how badly they fucked us there?
They fucking cheated us!
You want call kurwa (whore)?
Twenty pounds kurwa.
One minute.
What? We only need to call a taxi.
Kurwa, twenty five pounds.
Fuck off! It's just a short call.
What kurwa?
OK. OK. We'll take it, yeah?!
But you call the taxi.
Zdiska... Hi, it's me... Listen, get your shit to Zita's bar... Now...
Some fucking tourists from England need a taxi...
I don't know where they want to go...
Where you want kurwa go?
The hotel.
What kurwa hotel in this town?
No, no. Not "Kurwa" hotel.
Vilnius, yeah?
We need to go to Vilnius.
Are you kurwa nut?
Your village is a three hundred kilometres from where.
No one kurwa in here never go, that's for kurwa.
Fucking hell!
- What? - What kurwa?!
Your fucking Vilnius
is zbyt daleko (too far) stop kurwa.
Now kurwa, give me my twenty five pounds!
Fuck off!
We need to call our friends!
The money is in the hotel
and they will bring it here, al-right?!
I said kurwa, put the money on the table!
Or you have kurwa big problem!
Brother, come here.
Don't fuck with me!
One call!
That's all I'm asking.
Now give me
the fucking phone!
Kurwa give me my money!
Kurwa!
Where are my Africans?
Where are his Negroes? Hm?
I told ya!
I don't know!
I left them in a fucking wood somewhere.
Oh, my Goooood!
He doesn't know. God...
Ben!
There is no God in this fucking country.
It's not our plane for Malaysia?!
Get me the dogs!
Simona... where are you?
Simona... It's me...
Sandra?
Simona... what are you doing there?
Are you stupid? Get us out of here!!!
OK. Can you tell me why he's strapped to this radiator?
Damask.
I need coffee.
So, coffee for you?
Sure.
Hey, thanks.
No problem.
So I'm a...
flying off to Malaysia tonight.
My mates are probably...
on their way already.
I'm jealous.
Hold that thought.
I will be back in a sec.
So, what's next?
I'd just love to get rid of this thing.
Keep it as a souvenir.
OK, let's go.
Fuck!
Come on!
Motherfucker!
Go! Go! Go!
Bang on it!
Motherfucker! Come here, you motherfucker!
Let's go! Go!
What the fuck is going on?
Just drive! Move! Move! Move! Move!
Get closer to it, so he can get a shot at it!
This is just fucked! Move!
Sima are you OK?
Get back here!
Get back!
The money's in the hotel.
In the toilet. I'll show you everything.
Don't worry about the money.
We have the money.
I got a little surprise for you.
Mickey, forgive me.
Forgive me, Mickey.
I will fucking kill you myself!
You fucking cunt!
Are we finished, ladies?
Now where's my fucking ring?
Ring?
That fucking ring!
Fucking Johnny, you cunt!
Don't fuck with me!
Hello, Johnny?
Johnny?
It's Ben, hello?
You listen to me very carefully!
Who is this?
Where's Johnny?
Where's Michael?
Your two mates will fucking live
as long as my patience holds out.
Now, you bring my fucking ring to me,
and you bring it very delicately, between your fucking teeth!
Do you understand?
I said, do you understand?!
Now, one more pause out of you
and I'm gonna blow his fucking skull away
over this fucking call!
Talk!
Listen Ben!
We need the fucking ring!
What fucking ring?!
We need cash!
Ben, listen.
There's no money.
What?
Just bring the fucking ring, we're gonna fucking die.
Just bring the fucking ring!
That's great, Johnny, that's right.
That's right, Johnny, bring the money.
They'll bring the money.
I don't have the ring.
I don't have that fucking ring, OK, but...
Great!
That's great! You've got the ring.
No ring, Johnny!
No ring!
Good news, mate.
Tell us where you are?
Yeah, where are you, Fuckface?
We... We're at the...
Lithuanian wedding.
What?
They're coming to the wedding.
What the fuck is a Lithuanian wedding?
Dear friends, family...
We are blessed by God to be able to witness...
...the joining of this beautiful couple in the sacrament of holy matrimony.
Let us pray.
Fucking Malaysia.
Fucking sunny beach.
Hey!
Dress up! You'll be dancing 'cause of wedding.
As confirmation of your vows to join your lives,
to work at all times to create a life that is complete
and unbroken, and to love each other without end.
Ring fits perfectly. A good sign.
Really Christian...
Happily ever after. Hallelujah!
One-two-three Staska is the best one! Three-two-one Staska is the boss off all!
Already Mrs.
Let's drink!
Bottoms up, Staska!
Bottoms up!
Staska, we hope you never change.
Where are the pricks?
Getting dressed...
And Vycka?
On the central street. Waiting...
Now, I don't give a fuck who you two are.
But I wanna know where the fat man is?
Fuck off, Asshole!
Gimme the money. Sharpish!
Turk.
Where's the fat man?
'Un smooga', you cunt!
Be careful! Smile.
Good. Such a nice present.
Very good.
Look at the camera... raise your hand just a little bit higher...
Very good.
Smile... a little bit bigger...
Staska! The fucking Englishmen are attacking!
Jesus. Staska.
Jump!
Staska, wait! Take me down...
Jump! Now!
Saule jump! I'll catch you.
Jump... jump.
The English...
I see.
Staska... Who are they? Where are they from'?
The gay parade.
Jesus Christ.
I'll need that fat piece of shit.
Now, where the fuck is he?
What does he want?
He wants a piece of fat shit...
Tell him...
...that he'll get a loadful of dicks
...if he doesn't give me back my Africans... And the money...
I don't know how to say loadful of dicks in English...
Fuck you!
'Kamatzo' to you!
Give my fucking dollars and motherfucking Negroes!
Now, you listen to me, you fucking gipsy!
You get me that fucking prick!
Otherwise, I'll end every fucking body here
and I'll level this fucking place!
Now, where the fuck is he?
Vycka get the guns.
Where the fuck is he? I'm losing my patience.
Where's the Red Cross now, you fucking salad swerver?!
This is the part you give me back my fucking ring.
Wait!
He don't have it.
He doesn't have the fucking ring!
Not again.
Look, she's got it.
What do these dickheads want?
Staska.They want me...
English gays want you?'
Vycka. give me.
My kitty... I'll show you the ass parade...
Get a hold of that fucking ring.
Kurwa!
I'm out.
Fuck it!
Motherfuckers.
Let's kick some ass, boys.
We fight for Lithuania!
Oh, kurwa.
Please? Please? Please?!
Staska?!
Staska!
Where're you going, you fat bitch?!
Back off, you little cunt!
Staska!
I'll fuck them up...
Where's that fucking ring, you fucker?!
You al-right?
Yeah.
Just fucking perfect.
Over here.
Come on boys, up here.
Jesus Christ.
Hello, mate.
I wonder if you could help us.
We're a little bit lost.
What? Where the fuck did you come from?
Who the fuck are you?
Sorry mate, didn't get any of that.
We just wanna go home.
England.
Airport.
Which way is it?
Where are your passports?
Put your hands behind your heads!
Just like that!
And now move forward. Now! Move!
Run! I said run!
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