Rise of the Footsoldier: Retribution (2026) Movie Script
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No.
No.
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Ah, you fuck! I'll
fucking kill you!
Fuck you!
Where were you?
Where were you?
I'm so sorry.
Where were you?
They killed my best friend.
Now they all have to die.
What the hell was that?
This is a
fucking robbery!
Nobody moves,
nobody gets hurt!
Shit!
Put your hands up.
Put your hands up.
Move, move. Move!
No, please don't.
Please, no!
Take cover!
You!
- Take me to the vault.
- I can't.
I said take
me to the vault!
I can't.
Where the fuck
did they come from?
Open it.
Get the crates out of here, now!
Captain Sergio!
There is more cargo
than we expected!
No!
Colonel Sullivan says hello.
I'll take it from here, darling.
What's that?
Your champagne, sir.
I didn't order any champagne.
Mr Fisher?
Yeah?
My name is Mustafa El Habib.
I believe you are expecting
to have a meeting
with my brother, Mo.
Who the hell is this guy?
So, where is he, then?
Don't worry, Mr Fisher.
Everything regarding
your next shipment of pills
is in hand.
Please,
with my compliments.
We're here.
I'd also
like to discuss
an extra bit of
business with you,
but not here.
What sort of business?
Lucrative.
A pleasure meeting
you, Mr Fisher.
What are you two gawping at?
Go and make yourself busy.
How much?
Cheap.
Ok, I'll take one.
Is it real?
What the fuck you take me for?
Go.
Careful.
It's loaded.
Now's your chance.
Hey! Hey, you!
Where do you think you're going?
- What's it like?
- It's massive.
We're gonna make
a killing in here.
Good. Go get me the manager.
About time he met
his new business partner.
Can I get you a drink, sir?
No, thanks.
They don't look happy.
What do you mean?
Tate.
Remember me?
Oh, fuck.
You! Stop!
Tate!
Shit.
Move!
Oi! RICKY: Move! Move!
Fucking idiot.
What you doing?
Hello.
Listen.
It's Ricky.
We've got a huge problem.
Ricky?
Hello?
You've broken my leg!
Please!
My fucking leg!
Please!
I know
nothing about Kenny.
Please, Pat!
I had nothing to do with this!
I liked him. Please!
I didn't touch him.
I had nothing to do with it.
I know nothing, Pat. Nothing!
Please, Pat!
Please, please!
Stop!
Where did Fisher go?
I don't know where
he went! Please, Pat!
I'm gonna ask you
just fucking once.
Where's Mo?
- Where's Mo?
- I don't know!
I don't want to die!
Well, that was
clever, wasn't it?
See, where I come from,
you're supposed to get
the information first
before you kill 'em.
So what now?
I'm going to kill
the rest of them.
Any problems?
Take care of the smugglers.
Make sure you pay them in full.
Thank you for your help.
What now?
Now we go and see Mo.
Get rid of the bodies!
- Hey, boss.
- We just had confirmation.
The guns are on the island.
Keep it quiet.
Right.
What the hell is going on here?
I don't know.
Six bodies in as many weeks.
Why don't they just
let us arrest them?
How long is this
going to go on for?
As
long as it takes.
Agent Miller.
I guess the situation
is to do with the targets.
I believe so.
There's something else.
Yeah.
My men pulled this
off the CCTV camera.
One of yours?
- No.
- Well,
it looks like you
got another problem.
Got to get out of here.
I should have killed him myself.
Come on.
Going somewhere?
Jesus Christ, Michael,
you scared the life out of me.
I'm getting out of here.
Tate's in Ibiza.
- I know.
- You don't know him like I do.
He won't stop until he's
killed every last one of us.
We killed his best mate.
What do you mean, "we"?
Yeah.
What's the matter, Terry?
Can't stand the heat?
Well, you didn't look too hot
last night, did you?
Let Tate run through
the lot of you.
So pipe down and get back
in your little box.
All right,
all right! Enough!
Frankie,
I told you to look
after Terry last night,
and you let me down.
Get out of my sight.
You're useless.
What the fuck, Michael?
You heard him.
Who
the fuck does he think he is?
Listen,
Mo never showed up
to the meet last night.
Some geezer turned up,
claiming to be his brother.
The whole thing stinks.
Relax.
I've already spoken to Mo.
He wants to meet tomorrow
at the Festival Club.
He said he's got
something big on.
Aren't you forgetting something?
Tate?
Don't mention Tate.
I'll deal with him.
We got an old score to settle.
Do you like it?
It was my father's.
Hola.
I put some
flowers on Kenny's grave
the other day.
Thanks, mate.
Which reminds me.
The reason for my little visit.
Sam, I can't. You've done
enough for me already.
Then forget this business
and come home.
You, above all people,
know that I can't do that.
Kenny is dead, Pat.
Nothing you do here
will bring him back.
You have to come home.
When's it gonna end?
How many more of them
do you have to kill
before enough is enough?
How long do you think
you can carry on like this?
How long before
your luck runs out?
Pat, listen to me.
We've already lost Kenny.
If you carry on like this,
you're gonna end up dead.
Well, none of us
live for ever, do we?
I've just had some information.
Our little Dutch
friend from the club is
drinking in a bar
in San Antonio.
Thank you, Maria.
Hey,
you okay?
What?
Yeah, of course.
Well, come on then.
And do me a favour.
Let me do the talking this time.
We don't want a repeat
of earlier, do we?
Give me a drink.
"Get back in your box."
Stupid ass.
I'll put you in a fucking box.
Careful, Frankie.
Walls have ears.
Fuck you.
And fuck them.
Now pour me another.
Buenos dias.
Hola, hombre.
What the fuck are
you talking about?
Fish Shack!
What is the matter with you?
I said I'd do all the talking.
Yeah, but you're taking
too long as usual.
What do you mean?
I was just warming him up.
And what do you think
you're going to do with that?
Good afternoon,
Colonel Sullivan.
Looks like you just
missed the party.
Sorry about the mess.
Me and my colleague Aziz had
to do some housekeeping.
And who are you?
You're here
to do business with Mo.
Turns out my brother
is not the man
we all thought he was.
I will pray for his soul.
In that case, there's
nothing more to discuss.
I take it the guns
are on the island.
What do you know about my guns?
Everything.
Make sure you only take
a sample of the merchandise
to the meeting.
I don't trust him.
How was the meeting with Mo?
Messy.
We're meeting their
buyers tomorrow.
Where?
What do you think?
He's looking to sell.
How do you know?
Let me tell you something.
You owe them absolutely nothing.
So I'm gonna ask you this once.
Where is Fisher?
And where is Mo?
Please, Pat, no more.
Mo's got something planned.
I don't know what it is.
I swear.
But he's meeting Greener
and Fisher tomorrow
in an abandoned nightclub
on the south side of the island.
What else?
I don't
know what else.
You need me.
I'm gonna take you there,
and I'll put a fucking bullet
in Fisher's head myself.
You know this place
he's talking about?
Yeah,
the old Festival Club
from back in the '70s.
Well, it looks like I actually
don't need you any more.
No, no.
No.
Just so you know...
No. No!
Don't do that. Please.
Fisher's mine.
I'm gonna let you fucking rot.
Festival Club, you said.
Let's go and spoil the party.
Right, get to the bar.
I'll call you when I'm done.
You want to go with
him, don't you?
He's my friend.
Listen,
I know we've got
a lot to talk...
You don't have to say anything.
You call me out of the blue
and ask if I could
help your friend.
And I've done that.
Look, I know you're
angry with me
and you have every right to be.
But I just want you to know
that nothing was your fault.
Sam,
if you're getting
out of the car,
then just go.
Please, Maria.
Hey.
I've already lost a mother.
Don't make me lose
a father as well.
You remind me so much of her.
Just be careful.
Oi!
Sam, what are you doing?
Go with Maria.
I can handle this.
I thought you might need someone
to do the talking for you.
Oh, please, mate.
Oh, this place.
Believe it or not, back in 1976,
this was the place to be.
I used to bus them in
from all over the island.
Rumour has it
Bob Marley performed here.
Sam.
Sam! Get back! Move!
Everybody out!
Secure the area! Move!
When will they
want full delivery?
They don't know
that they have
bought them yet.
Why would Mo want
to meet us here?
Are you sure this is the place?
Yeah, looks like it.
Mr Fisher, Mr Greener.
Let me introduce
Colonel Sullivan.
Right, a couple of things.
Who are you?
How do you know my name,
and where the fuck is Mo?
Mohammed always said
you get straight to the point.
Terry, you once told my brother
that you and Mr Greener can
handle anything
if it's the right product.
This
is the right product.
Is this for real?
This is very real, Mr Fisher.
Very real.
Sergio.
Bingo.
I ain't sure about this.
This is terrorist shit.
Listen,
I'm a drug dealer,
I'm not a gun runner.
Let's just stick
to the pills, yeah?
How much?
Maxim.
Hmm.
Good morning, gentlemen.
Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm just a tourist taking
a trip down memory lane.
I saw nothing, I heard nothing.
I'll be on me way.
Don't move!
This is beautiful.
Who are you?
Like I said,
just a tourist.
You out of your mind?
Holster that firearm.
Who are you with?
No one.
No one.
You're not with anyone.
Sergio,
kill him.
Hey!
Let him go!
Tate!
- Who is this man?
- He's nobody.
Just a parasite, upset
I killed his little friend.
Still allergic to
the seafood, I see.
Now, listen to me.
I don't care who you are
or what you're doing.
I'm here for Fisher and Greener.
Looks like your cowardly friends
have left.
Fucking bitches.
Who
are you talking to?
I'm going in for a closer look.
Davis. Davis, get back here!
That's an order.
God damn it, Davis.
Patrick,
nobody needs to die here today.
You do.
You tried already, remember?
Time to give up now. Enough.
Now drop your gun
or I'm gonna kill your friend.
Don't do it, Pat.
You put that gun down,
you're as dead as I am.
I'm gonna
count to three.
One...
Two...
Whoa, whoa, wait. Wait, please.
You win.
Three.
Oh, my God.
It's a trap!
Aziz!
Take cover!
Contact!
Hey! English!
He's running
through the forest!
Find him!
You looking for me?
Get in.
How the fuck
did they know we were there?
I told you to secure that area.
We're gonna have to move
the merchandise now.
Assume that the
current location has
been compromised.
Isabella!
What's the issue?
It was a set-up.
We were ambushed.
We have a traitor among us.
Colonel Sullivan, I found this
on one of the dead men.
ATF.
But the man who
escaped was English.
So were the buyers.
Go and bring me
Fisher and Greener.
Now.
You seem to
have landed yourself
in a whole heap of shit,
and I can't quite work out
whether you know it or not.
You need to tell me who you are.
Agent Jim Cartwright,
CIA.
This is Agent Miller
with the Bureau of Alcohol,
Tobacco and Firearms.
We've been following you
for a few days now,
ever since your display
in Es Paradis the other night.
What is your
connection to this man?
Remember me?
I don't know. I've
never seen him before.
His name is Terry Fisher.
Mr Fisher was also in Es Paradis
the same night you were.
It's a big club.
Do you know this man?
Richard Thomson.
He was also at the club
at the same time.
Later, he was found
dead on a beach.
With crabs crawling
out of his ass.
The Spanish police are
very eager to find out
how he met his demise.
Yeah, well, perhaps
he can't swim.
And lastly, this man.
I take it you don't
know him either.
Put the gun down.
No.
You sure about that?
Look real close.
Mohammed El Habib.
An ex-soldier turned
high-ranking member
of the Moroccan mafia,
with powerful connections
to persons we're
extremely interested in.
He was, also,
a paid informant.
What do you mean, "was"?
He was found at his villa
with his throat cut.
Be under no illusions
as to the seriousness
of your situation.
I am, however,
not concerned with you.
Well, not right now.
Five days ago,
a shipment of stolen
M4 assault rifles
was taken from a war zone
in southern Bosnia.
The man responsible
for the theft is this man,
Jack Sullivan,
a former British Colonel
with the Royal Marines.
After his court-martial
during the Gulf,
Sullivan reappeared in Bosnia
as a gun for hire.
These are American-made
assault rifles,
and we want them back
along with the men
who stole them,
before this turns
into an international incident
and an embarrassment
to our country.
These are very serious
people, Mr Tate.
Then I don't need
to tell you that.
One more thing.
I read your files.
Who's, er, who's Kenny?
What the fuck's that
got to do with you?
It seems to me,
everybody who gets
close to you ends up dead.
Well, do yourself a favour
and don't get too close then.
Hmm.
Come on.
You do
know once you start
with this lot
you're in it for life.
So?
What's your point?
I've paid my debt
to you, Michael.
I'm sorry, mate.
I want out.
What are you
talking about, Terry?
We're partners.
We can make millions
on these guns.
Hey!
Fisher!
I spared your life.
Don't even think
about leaving me out here.
Call your mate.
Let him come get you.
Come on.
Colonel Sullivan would like
to speak to you.
Get the other one.
Both of you.
You all right, mate?
Get the cargo
into the tunnel!
Get out!
What is this place?
Welcome, gentlemen.
Beautiful, isn't it?
These tunnels were built
by the revolutionaries
during the Spanish
Civil War in 1936.
You two, move!
They were used
to store valuables
in case the island
become overrun.
During the Second World War,
these passages were sealed
in fear of an imminent invasion
of the island.
Fifty years on,
and nobody even remembers
they're here.
Same shit,
different war.
So what do you think
of my collection?
It was liberated from
the National Gallery
in Sarajevo.
Oh, yeah.
It's very impressive.
It's absolutely priceless.
You're familiar with
the work of, er,
Gabrijel Jurki , Mr Fisher?
I was going to say,
it looks like one of his.
Blinding.
Who was the man at
my meeting today?
His name is Pat Tate.
And what does he know
about my business?
Nothing.
It's a personal vendetta
between me and him.
Give me one good reason
why I shouldn't cut
your fucking head off.
'Cause you need me
to get rid of your guns.
Okay, Mr Fisher.
You owe me 400,000,
300,000 for my guns
and 100,000 for
the inconvenience.
You've got 24 hours
to conclude this deal.
Good luck, gentlemen.
And godspeed.
And don't even think
about leaving the island
because we will find you.
Good luck.
So what are we
gonna do now, then?
How the hell are we gonna get
400 grand by tomorrow?
What can you pull
together right now?
I've got 300 of Hexell's money.
We can't use Hexell's money.
Do we have a choice?
I guess not.
We're still a
hundred short anyway.
I'll get it sorted.
Really hope so, mate.
'Cause it's on us now.
Hey, mate.
Open the gate, will you?
I'm so sorry.
Where were you?
You're
a very lucky man.
The bullet went
straight through.
Who are you?
Trust me, it doesn't matter.
I have saved your
life twice now.
If you do not tell me
what I need to know,
there will not be a third.
My best mate, my... my friend
was murdered in cold blood.
And the men responsible
for that murder
are on this island.
And I will not stop
until they're dead.
'Cause I'm here for one reason
and one reason only.
And what is that?
Retribution.
My name is Isabella Chaika.
I've been tracking
Colonel Sullivan
for the past two years.
My father had a small farm
on the outskirts of Yugoslavia.
One day we were hunting,
and that's when I heard a noise.
Steady.
Take a deep breath.
One,
two,
fire.
Come, Galina.
Your father and sister will
be back from hunting soon.
Mama, who is that?
Patrick,
Sergio, over there.
Well done, Isabella.
Come on, move. Go!
Stay down.
Hello, my friend.
What are you doing here?
This is my land.
Relax, Papa.
We're only passing through.
You have no business here.
My men are
tired and hungry.
You will give them
what they want.
I'll see you in hell.
Galina!
I'm coming!
I'm coming!
Galina!
Yes, you will.
Sergio,
we need to go. We need to go!
They murdered
my entire family that day.
And I did nothing.
I then found out
that that man's name
was Sergio Galcov.
By then, he had become
a captain in Sullivan's army.
So we're both here
for exactly the same reason.
Just different people.
Keep quiet.
Hey.
Hey.
I was in the neighbourhood.
I thought I'd check in,
see how you're doing.
I'm fine, thank you.
Thought you might
like to know that we, er...
We lost our guy today.
He's floating somewhere
along the seabed.
One less thing
I need to be worried about.
I could use a drink.
I'm sorry, not tonight.
It's been a long day.
Really?
No problem.
Another time.
Sure you're okay?
I'm fine.
I'll see you tomorrow.
All right.
Get some sleep, okay?
How's that coffee?
Hot, barely.
You hungry?
Yeah.
I thought you
would like to know,
one of my men was
called to an incident
on the beach yesterday
in San Antonio.
Is that right?
A man was seen
coming out of the sea,
covered in blood.
Go on.
Apparently, he caused chaos
in some beach bar.
This is the part
where you tell me
you have this man in custody.
Right?
No.
We haven't.
He was seen being helped
by a woman on a black motorcycle
before my men could
get to the scene.
So no, we don't have him.
That fucking bitch.
Mike, cover that rear.
Good?
God, you scared me.
Maria, sit down a minute.
I need to talk to you.
It's about Sam.
He, erm...
He didn't make it.
Sam's dead.
Maria, I'm so sorry.
And it's my fault.
It's all my fault.
I should have listened to him.
And I should've
left when he said.
You can't blame yourself.
My father was his own man.
He was more than
just a mate to me.
He was like a father to me, too.
Listen, get some rest.
Tomorrow, I will put you
on the ferry to Majorca,
and from there
you can get back to England.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'm very glad to hear it.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
He was here last
night, wasn't he?
Isabella, what
were you thinking?
He needed my help.
Come on.
He's not going to stop.
Well, then you better hope
we find him fast.
Otherwise, there's gonna be
a lot more blood spilled
on this island.
Maybe that is what they deserve.
Hey.
This isn't a game, Isabella.
Just you remember
where I found you.
If it wasn't for me,
you'd still be rotting
in a prison cell
on your one-woman crusade.
If it wasn't for me
having to whore myself out
for the American government,
then you wouldn't
know jack shit.
So who's playing a game?
You'll have your
revenge, sweetheart,
but in a courtroom.
Just you remember
you work for us
and do your fucking job.
Oh, relax.
If I wanted you dead,
trust me, you'd be dead.
So, what the fuck do you want?
I've got a proposition for you.
There's an old,
abandoned military base
on the north side of the island.
I thought that was
demolished years ago.
Well, it's not.
It is, however, heavily guarded.
So I'm gonna need
you to go down there
and cause a bit of chaos for me.
Why?
We've got history, Pat.
You stole from me in Marbella.
Now I'm calling in your debt.
And what's in it for me?
Two things.
The man who killed
Sam will be there.
And what's the other?
You help me with this,
and I'll give you
the one thing you really want.
Fisher.
Hola, Pedro.
Is your grandfather around?
He's in the barn.
Why?
You need another watch?
Yeah.
A bigger one.
Now this is what
I'm talking about.
Hey, come.
Big boom.
No shit.
Hello.
What are you doing?
My business here is
nearly concluded.
Nothing. Where are you?
Still at the compound.
I need you to be ready
to leave the island tonight.
Yes, of course.
Stay where you are
and I'll have
someone pick you up. Okay?
I understand.
Okay, good.
She was the only other person
who knew about the deal
at the Festival Club.
Then kill her.
With pleasure.
Move! We need to roll out!
So, what's the plan?
Do you think you can take that?
- No problem.
- Good.
Get up there, and you
wait for my signal.
Wait.
Open the gate!
Captain Sergio,
I have arrived at
the target's house.
You know what to do.
Hey.
Is that my money?
What on Earth is that?
That's the Gustaf 8.4
recoilless rocket launcher,
and it's a sample for
your next shipment.
Take this to the
gentleman's van.
And be careful, it's armed.
Yeah, wait a minute.
Did you say "next shipment"?
What did you think, Mr Greener?
That this was gonna
be a one-off thing?
You'll be taking a consignment
of my guns every six months.
Now I ask you again,
is that my money?
And the rest?
What the fuck is this?
Hey. Try this.
Everybody out now! Move, move!
I'll deal with you later.
I said move!
Everybody fall out!
Move! Now!
Yeah!
Go! Move out!
Kill him!
You!
Here, come on.
We're not leaving
here with nothing.
Look, this little lot
could set us up for life.
Grab hold.
Oh, it's heavy.
You might want
to put that down.
Which one of you
want to die first?
I absolutely hate that mug.
Let's take his Jeep!
Oh, who cares?
Come on, hurry up!
Steady.
Deep breath.
One...
Two...
Fire.
Burn in hell.
That's three times now.
Thanks.
Take care of yourself.
Don't worry, I'll
make this quick.
You weren't fucking
quick enough.
Do it.
Drop the gun!
Let him go, Mr Tate.
We need him alive.
You should have killed me
when you had the chance.
Drop the knife.
You're gonna go away
for a long time.
- Agent Miller.
- Yeah.
Let him go.
What?
Excuse me?
Detective.
I think you'll find
everything you're
looking for is here.
What is this?
Cocaine?
Sir, I don't understand.
As far as I can see,
this just looks like some
drug deal gone south.
Well, have your
men take possession
of the evidence, Detective.
Are you kidding me?
You want to talk
me through this?
I have orders from
the top to make
this whole situation disappear.
And from where I'm standing,
it looks like he's
done your job for you.
Search the compound,
retrieve any
outstanding weapons.
Make sure nothing is left.
I want no trace.
It ain't over.
Your time will come.
Yeah, well, maybe.
But not today.
I meant
what I said, Mr Tate.
Disappear.
Listen, erm
if there was one thing
I knew about Sam...
He would have wanted
you to have that.
Thank you.
It's Miller.
You know what to do.
We did it! Mate,
there's got to be
about a million quid's
worth of gold in the back!
Yeah, and
the rest!
That, along with Hexell's money,
we are well on top.
We can go anywhere.
Speaking of Hexell's money,
what happened to
your hundred grand?
- What?
- Newspaper cuttings?
You could've got us killed.
Well, I didn't, did I?
Anything?
Sorry, guv. We checked
everyone on that flight.
Tate's name ain't on it.
The information we got said
that he was gonna be
- on that plane.
- Maybe the tip's no good.
We're gonna find
out then, aren't we?
Come on. Come on!
Nice holiday, Mr Bentley?
I've had better.
Cheers.
Excuse me!
Police coming through!
Excuse me.
Have you seen this man?
Patrick Tate.
I'm Detective Jackson
with the Metropolitan Police.
Do you mind accompanying me
down to the station?
We've got a few questions
we'd like to ask you.
Here he is, Mr Hexell.
Hello, Patrick.
Don't even think about running.
You see, Patrick,
it's not about the 40 grand
you owe me,
it's the principle.
If I don't make an
example out of you,
I'll have every Tom, Dick
and Harry in Essex
taking liberties.
And I can't have that, can I?
I told you
there would be blood.
What's all this going on?
Get out and have
a word, will ya?
Oi.
Over your shoulder, mate.
What's going on?
Oh, nothing, mate.
The gas main's burst
at the top of the road.
Billy the kid.
Look at you, all grown up.
Now, I want you to
think very carefully
about what you're gonna do next.
Get out of the car, David.
Come on, son, you're out
of your league, ain't ya?
You haven't got the bollocks.
Kenny would want
you to have that.
Hey, Terry.
What's the matter?
You can't stand the heat?
No.
No.
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Ah, you fuck! I'll
fucking kill you!
Fuck you!
Where were you?
Where were you?
I'm so sorry.
Where were you?
They killed my best friend.
Now they all have to die.
What the hell was that?
This is a
fucking robbery!
Nobody moves,
nobody gets hurt!
Shit!
Put your hands up.
Put your hands up.
Move, move. Move!
No, please don't.
Please, no!
Take cover!
You!
- Take me to the vault.
- I can't.
I said take
me to the vault!
I can't.
Where the fuck
did they come from?
Open it.
Get the crates out of here, now!
Captain Sergio!
There is more cargo
than we expected!
No!
Colonel Sullivan says hello.
I'll take it from here, darling.
What's that?
Your champagne, sir.
I didn't order any champagne.
Mr Fisher?
Yeah?
My name is Mustafa El Habib.
I believe you are expecting
to have a meeting
with my brother, Mo.
Who the hell is this guy?
So, where is he, then?
Don't worry, Mr Fisher.
Everything regarding
your next shipment of pills
is in hand.
Please,
with my compliments.
We're here.
I'd also
like to discuss
an extra bit of
business with you,
but not here.
What sort of business?
Lucrative.
A pleasure meeting
you, Mr Fisher.
What are you two gawping at?
Go and make yourself busy.
How much?
Cheap.
Ok, I'll take one.
Is it real?
What the fuck you take me for?
Go.
Careful.
It's loaded.
Now's your chance.
Hey! Hey, you!
Where do you think you're going?
- What's it like?
- It's massive.
We're gonna make
a killing in here.
Good. Go get me the manager.
About time he met
his new business partner.
Can I get you a drink, sir?
No, thanks.
They don't look happy.
What do you mean?
Tate.
Remember me?
Oh, fuck.
You! Stop!
Tate!
Shit.
Move!
Oi! RICKY: Move! Move!
Fucking idiot.
What you doing?
Hello.
Listen.
It's Ricky.
We've got a huge problem.
Ricky?
Hello?
You've broken my leg!
Please!
My fucking leg!
Please!
I know
nothing about Kenny.
Please, Pat!
I had nothing to do with this!
I liked him. Please!
I didn't touch him.
I had nothing to do with it.
I know nothing, Pat. Nothing!
Please, Pat!
Please, please!
Stop!
Where did Fisher go?
I don't know where
he went! Please, Pat!
I'm gonna ask you
just fucking once.
Where's Mo?
- Where's Mo?
- I don't know!
I don't want to die!
Well, that was
clever, wasn't it?
See, where I come from,
you're supposed to get
the information first
before you kill 'em.
So what now?
I'm going to kill
the rest of them.
Any problems?
Take care of the smugglers.
Make sure you pay them in full.
Thank you for your help.
What now?
Now we go and see Mo.
Get rid of the bodies!
- Hey, boss.
- We just had confirmation.
The guns are on the island.
Keep it quiet.
Right.
What the hell is going on here?
I don't know.
Six bodies in as many weeks.
Why don't they just
let us arrest them?
How long is this
going to go on for?
As
long as it takes.
Agent Miller.
I guess the situation
is to do with the targets.
I believe so.
There's something else.
Yeah.
My men pulled this
off the CCTV camera.
One of yours?
- No.
- Well,
it looks like you
got another problem.
Got to get out of here.
I should have killed him myself.
Come on.
Going somewhere?
Jesus Christ, Michael,
you scared the life out of me.
I'm getting out of here.
Tate's in Ibiza.
- I know.
- You don't know him like I do.
He won't stop until he's
killed every last one of us.
We killed his best mate.
What do you mean, "we"?
Yeah.
What's the matter, Terry?
Can't stand the heat?
Well, you didn't look too hot
last night, did you?
Let Tate run through
the lot of you.
So pipe down and get back
in your little box.
All right,
all right! Enough!
Frankie,
I told you to look
after Terry last night,
and you let me down.
Get out of my sight.
You're useless.
What the fuck, Michael?
You heard him.
Who
the fuck does he think he is?
Listen,
Mo never showed up
to the meet last night.
Some geezer turned up,
claiming to be his brother.
The whole thing stinks.
Relax.
I've already spoken to Mo.
He wants to meet tomorrow
at the Festival Club.
He said he's got
something big on.
Aren't you forgetting something?
Tate?
Don't mention Tate.
I'll deal with him.
We got an old score to settle.
Do you like it?
It was my father's.
Hola.
I put some
flowers on Kenny's grave
the other day.
Thanks, mate.
Which reminds me.
The reason for my little visit.
Sam, I can't. You've done
enough for me already.
Then forget this business
and come home.
You, above all people,
know that I can't do that.
Kenny is dead, Pat.
Nothing you do here
will bring him back.
You have to come home.
When's it gonna end?
How many more of them
do you have to kill
before enough is enough?
How long do you think
you can carry on like this?
How long before
your luck runs out?
Pat, listen to me.
We've already lost Kenny.
If you carry on like this,
you're gonna end up dead.
Well, none of us
live for ever, do we?
I've just had some information.
Our little Dutch
friend from the club is
drinking in a bar
in San Antonio.
Thank you, Maria.
Hey,
you okay?
What?
Yeah, of course.
Well, come on then.
And do me a favour.
Let me do the talking this time.
We don't want a repeat
of earlier, do we?
Give me a drink.
"Get back in your box."
Stupid ass.
I'll put you in a fucking box.
Careful, Frankie.
Walls have ears.
Fuck you.
And fuck them.
Now pour me another.
Buenos dias.
Hola, hombre.
What the fuck are
you talking about?
Fish Shack!
What is the matter with you?
I said I'd do all the talking.
Yeah, but you're taking
too long as usual.
What do you mean?
I was just warming him up.
And what do you think
you're going to do with that?
Good afternoon,
Colonel Sullivan.
Looks like you just
missed the party.
Sorry about the mess.
Me and my colleague Aziz had
to do some housekeeping.
And who are you?
You're here
to do business with Mo.
Turns out my brother
is not the man
we all thought he was.
I will pray for his soul.
In that case, there's
nothing more to discuss.
I take it the guns
are on the island.
What do you know about my guns?
Everything.
Make sure you only take
a sample of the merchandise
to the meeting.
I don't trust him.
How was the meeting with Mo?
Messy.
We're meeting their
buyers tomorrow.
Where?
What do you think?
He's looking to sell.
How do you know?
Let me tell you something.
You owe them absolutely nothing.
So I'm gonna ask you this once.
Where is Fisher?
And where is Mo?
Please, Pat, no more.
Mo's got something planned.
I don't know what it is.
I swear.
But he's meeting Greener
and Fisher tomorrow
in an abandoned nightclub
on the south side of the island.
What else?
I don't
know what else.
You need me.
I'm gonna take you there,
and I'll put a fucking bullet
in Fisher's head myself.
You know this place
he's talking about?
Yeah,
the old Festival Club
from back in the '70s.
Well, it looks like I actually
don't need you any more.
No, no.
No.
Just so you know...
No. No!
Don't do that. Please.
Fisher's mine.
I'm gonna let you fucking rot.
Festival Club, you said.
Let's go and spoil the party.
Right, get to the bar.
I'll call you when I'm done.
You want to go with
him, don't you?
He's my friend.
Listen,
I know we've got
a lot to talk...
You don't have to say anything.
You call me out of the blue
and ask if I could
help your friend.
And I've done that.
Look, I know you're
angry with me
and you have every right to be.
But I just want you to know
that nothing was your fault.
Sam,
if you're getting
out of the car,
then just go.
Please, Maria.
Hey.
I've already lost a mother.
Don't make me lose
a father as well.
You remind me so much of her.
Just be careful.
Oi!
Sam, what are you doing?
Go with Maria.
I can handle this.
I thought you might need someone
to do the talking for you.
Oh, please, mate.
Oh, this place.
Believe it or not, back in 1976,
this was the place to be.
I used to bus them in
from all over the island.
Rumour has it
Bob Marley performed here.
Sam.
Sam! Get back! Move!
Everybody out!
Secure the area! Move!
When will they
want full delivery?
They don't know
that they have
bought them yet.
Why would Mo want
to meet us here?
Are you sure this is the place?
Yeah, looks like it.
Mr Fisher, Mr Greener.
Let me introduce
Colonel Sullivan.
Right, a couple of things.
Who are you?
How do you know my name,
and where the fuck is Mo?
Mohammed always said
you get straight to the point.
Terry, you once told my brother
that you and Mr Greener can
handle anything
if it's the right product.
This
is the right product.
Is this for real?
This is very real, Mr Fisher.
Very real.
Sergio.
Bingo.
I ain't sure about this.
This is terrorist shit.
Listen,
I'm a drug dealer,
I'm not a gun runner.
Let's just stick
to the pills, yeah?
How much?
Maxim.
Hmm.
Good morning, gentlemen.
Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm just a tourist taking
a trip down memory lane.
I saw nothing, I heard nothing.
I'll be on me way.
Don't move!
This is beautiful.
Who are you?
Like I said,
just a tourist.
You out of your mind?
Holster that firearm.
Who are you with?
No one.
No one.
You're not with anyone.
Sergio,
kill him.
Hey!
Let him go!
Tate!
- Who is this man?
- He's nobody.
Just a parasite, upset
I killed his little friend.
Still allergic to
the seafood, I see.
Now, listen to me.
I don't care who you are
or what you're doing.
I'm here for Fisher and Greener.
Looks like your cowardly friends
have left.
Fucking bitches.
Who
are you talking to?
I'm going in for a closer look.
Davis. Davis, get back here!
That's an order.
God damn it, Davis.
Patrick,
nobody needs to die here today.
You do.
You tried already, remember?
Time to give up now. Enough.
Now drop your gun
or I'm gonna kill your friend.
Don't do it, Pat.
You put that gun down,
you're as dead as I am.
I'm gonna
count to three.
One...
Two...
Whoa, whoa, wait. Wait, please.
You win.
Three.
Oh, my God.
It's a trap!
Aziz!
Take cover!
Contact!
Hey! English!
He's running
through the forest!
Find him!
You looking for me?
Get in.
How the fuck
did they know we were there?
I told you to secure that area.
We're gonna have to move
the merchandise now.
Assume that the
current location has
been compromised.
Isabella!
What's the issue?
It was a set-up.
We were ambushed.
We have a traitor among us.
Colonel Sullivan, I found this
on one of the dead men.
ATF.
But the man who
escaped was English.
So were the buyers.
Go and bring me
Fisher and Greener.
Now.
You seem to
have landed yourself
in a whole heap of shit,
and I can't quite work out
whether you know it or not.
You need to tell me who you are.
Agent Jim Cartwright,
CIA.
This is Agent Miller
with the Bureau of Alcohol,
Tobacco and Firearms.
We've been following you
for a few days now,
ever since your display
in Es Paradis the other night.
What is your
connection to this man?
Remember me?
I don't know. I've
never seen him before.
His name is Terry Fisher.
Mr Fisher was also in Es Paradis
the same night you were.
It's a big club.
Do you know this man?
Richard Thomson.
He was also at the club
at the same time.
Later, he was found
dead on a beach.
With crabs crawling
out of his ass.
The Spanish police are
very eager to find out
how he met his demise.
Yeah, well, perhaps
he can't swim.
And lastly, this man.
I take it you don't
know him either.
Put the gun down.
No.
You sure about that?
Look real close.
Mohammed El Habib.
An ex-soldier turned
high-ranking member
of the Moroccan mafia,
with powerful connections
to persons we're
extremely interested in.
He was, also,
a paid informant.
What do you mean, "was"?
He was found at his villa
with his throat cut.
Be under no illusions
as to the seriousness
of your situation.
I am, however,
not concerned with you.
Well, not right now.
Five days ago,
a shipment of stolen
M4 assault rifles
was taken from a war zone
in southern Bosnia.
The man responsible
for the theft is this man,
Jack Sullivan,
a former British Colonel
with the Royal Marines.
After his court-martial
during the Gulf,
Sullivan reappeared in Bosnia
as a gun for hire.
These are American-made
assault rifles,
and we want them back
along with the men
who stole them,
before this turns
into an international incident
and an embarrassment
to our country.
These are very serious
people, Mr Tate.
Then I don't need
to tell you that.
One more thing.
I read your files.
Who's, er, who's Kenny?
What the fuck's that
got to do with you?
It seems to me,
everybody who gets
close to you ends up dead.
Well, do yourself a favour
and don't get too close then.
Hmm.
Come on.
You do
know once you start
with this lot
you're in it for life.
So?
What's your point?
I've paid my debt
to you, Michael.
I'm sorry, mate.
I want out.
What are you
talking about, Terry?
We're partners.
We can make millions
on these guns.
Hey!
Fisher!
I spared your life.
Don't even think
about leaving me out here.
Call your mate.
Let him come get you.
Come on.
Colonel Sullivan would like
to speak to you.
Get the other one.
Both of you.
You all right, mate?
Get the cargo
into the tunnel!
Get out!
What is this place?
Welcome, gentlemen.
Beautiful, isn't it?
These tunnels were built
by the revolutionaries
during the Spanish
Civil War in 1936.
You two, move!
They were used
to store valuables
in case the island
become overrun.
During the Second World War,
these passages were sealed
in fear of an imminent invasion
of the island.
Fifty years on,
and nobody even remembers
they're here.
Same shit,
different war.
So what do you think
of my collection?
It was liberated from
the National Gallery
in Sarajevo.
Oh, yeah.
It's very impressive.
It's absolutely priceless.
You're familiar with
the work of, er,
Gabrijel Jurki , Mr Fisher?
I was going to say,
it looks like one of his.
Blinding.
Who was the man at
my meeting today?
His name is Pat Tate.
And what does he know
about my business?
Nothing.
It's a personal vendetta
between me and him.
Give me one good reason
why I shouldn't cut
your fucking head off.
'Cause you need me
to get rid of your guns.
Okay, Mr Fisher.
You owe me 400,000,
300,000 for my guns
and 100,000 for
the inconvenience.
You've got 24 hours
to conclude this deal.
Good luck, gentlemen.
And godspeed.
And don't even think
about leaving the island
because we will find you.
Good luck.
So what are we
gonna do now, then?
How the hell are we gonna get
400 grand by tomorrow?
What can you pull
together right now?
I've got 300 of Hexell's money.
We can't use Hexell's money.
Do we have a choice?
I guess not.
We're still a
hundred short anyway.
I'll get it sorted.
Really hope so, mate.
'Cause it's on us now.
Hey, mate.
Open the gate, will you?
I'm so sorry.
Where were you?
You're
a very lucky man.
The bullet went
straight through.
Who are you?
Trust me, it doesn't matter.
I have saved your
life twice now.
If you do not tell me
what I need to know,
there will not be a third.
My best mate, my... my friend
was murdered in cold blood.
And the men responsible
for that murder
are on this island.
And I will not stop
until they're dead.
'Cause I'm here for one reason
and one reason only.
And what is that?
Retribution.
My name is Isabella Chaika.
I've been tracking
Colonel Sullivan
for the past two years.
My father had a small farm
on the outskirts of Yugoslavia.
One day we were hunting,
and that's when I heard a noise.
Steady.
Take a deep breath.
One,
two,
fire.
Come, Galina.
Your father and sister will
be back from hunting soon.
Mama, who is that?
Patrick,
Sergio, over there.
Well done, Isabella.
Come on, move. Go!
Stay down.
Hello, my friend.
What are you doing here?
This is my land.
Relax, Papa.
We're only passing through.
You have no business here.
My men are
tired and hungry.
You will give them
what they want.
I'll see you in hell.
Galina!
I'm coming!
I'm coming!
Galina!
Yes, you will.
Sergio,
we need to go. We need to go!
They murdered
my entire family that day.
And I did nothing.
I then found out
that that man's name
was Sergio Galcov.
By then, he had become
a captain in Sullivan's army.
So we're both here
for exactly the same reason.
Just different people.
Keep quiet.
Hey.
Hey.
I was in the neighbourhood.
I thought I'd check in,
see how you're doing.
I'm fine, thank you.
Thought you might
like to know that we, er...
We lost our guy today.
He's floating somewhere
along the seabed.
One less thing
I need to be worried about.
I could use a drink.
I'm sorry, not tonight.
It's been a long day.
Really?
No problem.
Another time.
Sure you're okay?
I'm fine.
I'll see you tomorrow.
All right.
Get some sleep, okay?
How's that coffee?
Hot, barely.
You hungry?
Yeah.
I thought you
would like to know,
one of my men was
called to an incident
on the beach yesterday
in San Antonio.
Is that right?
A man was seen
coming out of the sea,
covered in blood.
Go on.
Apparently, he caused chaos
in some beach bar.
This is the part
where you tell me
you have this man in custody.
Right?
No.
We haven't.
He was seen being helped
by a woman on a black motorcycle
before my men could
get to the scene.
So no, we don't have him.
That fucking bitch.
Mike, cover that rear.
Good?
God, you scared me.
Maria, sit down a minute.
I need to talk to you.
It's about Sam.
He, erm...
He didn't make it.
Sam's dead.
Maria, I'm so sorry.
And it's my fault.
It's all my fault.
I should have listened to him.
And I should've
left when he said.
You can't blame yourself.
My father was his own man.
He was more than
just a mate to me.
He was like a father to me, too.
Listen, get some rest.
Tomorrow, I will put you
on the ferry to Majorca,
and from there
you can get back to England.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'm very glad to hear it.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
He was here last
night, wasn't he?
Isabella, what
were you thinking?
He needed my help.
Come on.
He's not going to stop.
Well, then you better hope
we find him fast.
Otherwise, there's gonna be
a lot more blood spilled
on this island.
Maybe that is what they deserve.
Hey.
This isn't a game, Isabella.
Just you remember
where I found you.
If it wasn't for me,
you'd still be rotting
in a prison cell
on your one-woman crusade.
If it wasn't for me
having to whore myself out
for the American government,
then you wouldn't
know jack shit.
So who's playing a game?
You'll have your
revenge, sweetheart,
but in a courtroom.
Just you remember
you work for us
and do your fucking job.
Oh, relax.
If I wanted you dead,
trust me, you'd be dead.
So, what the fuck do you want?
I've got a proposition for you.
There's an old,
abandoned military base
on the north side of the island.
I thought that was
demolished years ago.
Well, it's not.
It is, however, heavily guarded.
So I'm gonna need
you to go down there
and cause a bit of chaos for me.
Why?
We've got history, Pat.
You stole from me in Marbella.
Now I'm calling in your debt.
And what's in it for me?
Two things.
The man who killed
Sam will be there.
And what's the other?
You help me with this,
and I'll give you
the one thing you really want.
Fisher.
Hola, Pedro.
Is your grandfather around?
He's in the barn.
Why?
You need another watch?
Yeah.
A bigger one.
Now this is what
I'm talking about.
Hey, come.
Big boom.
No shit.
Hello.
What are you doing?
My business here is
nearly concluded.
Nothing. Where are you?
Still at the compound.
I need you to be ready
to leave the island tonight.
Yes, of course.
Stay where you are
and I'll have
someone pick you up. Okay?
I understand.
Okay, good.
She was the only other person
who knew about the deal
at the Festival Club.
Then kill her.
With pleasure.
Move! We need to roll out!
So, what's the plan?
Do you think you can take that?
- No problem.
- Good.
Get up there, and you
wait for my signal.
Wait.
Open the gate!
Captain Sergio,
I have arrived at
the target's house.
You know what to do.
Hey.
Is that my money?
What on Earth is that?
That's the Gustaf 8.4
recoilless rocket launcher,
and it's a sample for
your next shipment.
Take this to the
gentleman's van.
And be careful, it's armed.
Yeah, wait a minute.
Did you say "next shipment"?
What did you think, Mr Greener?
That this was gonna
be a one-off thing?
You'll be taking a consignment
of my guns every six months.
Now I ask you again,
is that my money?
And the rest?
What the fuck is this?
Hey. Try this.
Everybody out now! Move, move!
I'll deal with you later.
I said move!
Everybody fall out!
Move! Now!
Yeah!
Go! Move out!
Kill him!
You!
Here, come on.
We're not leaving
here with nothing.
Look, this little lot
could set us up for life.
Grab hold.
Oh, it's heavy.
You might want
to put that down.
Which one of you
want to die first?
I absolutely hate that mug.
Let's take his Jeep!
Oh, who cares?
Come on, hurry up!
Steady.
Deep breath.
One...
Two...
Fire.
Burn in hell.
That's three times now.
Thanks.
Take care of yourself.
Don't worry, I'll
make this quick.
You weren't fucking
quick enough.
Do it.
Drop the gun!
Let him go, Mr Tate.
We need him alive.
You should have killed me
when you had the chance.
Drop the knife.
You're gonna go away
for a long time.
- Agent Miller.
- Yeah.
Let him go.
What?
Excuse me?
Detective.
I think you'll find
everything you're
looking for is here.
What is this?
Cocaine?
Sir, I don't understand.
As far as I can see,
this just looks like some
drug deal gone south.
Well, have your
men take possession
of the evidence, Detective.
Are you kidding me?
You want to talk
me through this?
I have orders from
the top to make
this whole situation disappear.
And from where I'm standing,
it looks like he's
done your job for you.
Search the compound,
retrieve any
outstanding weapons.
Make sure nothing is left.
I want no trace.
It ain't over.
Your time will come.
Yeah, well, maybe.
But not today.
I meant
what I said, Mr Tate.
Disappear.
Listen, erm
if there was one thing
I knew about Sam...
He would have wanted
you to have that.
Thank you.
It's Miller.
You know what to do.
We did it! Mate,
there's got to be
about a million quid's
worth of gold in the back!
Yeah, and
the rest!
That, along with Hexell's money,
we are well on top.
We can go anywhere.
Speaking of Hexell's money,
what happened to
your hundred grand?
- What?
- Newspaper cuttings?
You could've got us killed.
Well, I didn't, did I?
Anything?
Sorry, guv. We checked
everyone on that flight.
Tate's name ain't on it.
The information we got said
that he was gonna be
- on that plane.
- Maybe the tip's no good.
We're gonna find
out then, aren't we?
Come on. Come on!
Nice holiday, Mr Bentley?
I've had better.
Cheers.
Excuse me!
Police coming through!
Excuse me.
Have you seen this man?
Patrick Tate.
I'm Detective Jackson
with the Metropolitan Police.
Do you mind accompanying me
down to the station?
We've got a few questions
we'd like to ask you.
Here he is, Mr Hexell.
Hello, Patrick.
Don't even think about running.
You see, Patrick,
it's not about the 40 grand
you owe me,
it's the principle.
If I don't make an
example out of you,
I'll have every Tom, Dick
and Harry in Essex
taking liberties.
And I can't have that, can I?
I told you
there would be blood.
What's all this going on?
Get out and have
a word, will ya?
Oi.
Over your shoulder, mate.
What's going on?
Oh, nothing, mate.
The gas main's burst
at the top of the road.
Billy the kid.
Look at you, all grown up.
Now, I want you to
think very carefully
about what you're gonna do next.
Get out of the car, David.
Come on, son, you're out
of your league, ain't ya?
You haven't got the bollocks.
Kenny would want
you to have that.
Hey, Terry.
What's the matter?
You can't stand the heat?