Stags (2024) s01e01 Episode Script
The Bath
[alarm blaring]
[metal scraping]
[clank]
[blaring stops]
Shh.
[speaking Spanish]
[panting]
[muffled scream]
[whimpering]
[screams]
[whimpering]
[growling]
[whimpering]
- [growls]
- [screaming]
What made you think
this was a good idea?
- Fuck even is mudlarking?
- Oh, right. Yeah.
How about piss
off then? Not now.
It was a good idea!
It was. It was a good idea.
I was gonna just spot
the diamond in the mud
and then pull the ring out
all, "Oh, babe, what's this?"
[phone ringing]
It's Kai.
Oh, shit.
- Yeah?
- Shit.
Just keep it in, mate.
It's all right, mate.
We all do stupid things.
Don't be too hard
on yourself, yeah.
Was a 5,000-quid ring, Ant.
All right, be very
hard on yourself.
That's moronic just to
leave that lying around.
What you doing?
I'm just a fucking I'm
an idiot. I'm a fucking
- Come on.
- I'm a waste.
Jesus fucking
Look, come here.
Fucking course she
fucking deserves it.
Look at ya. You're beautiful.
She'd be lucky to have you.
I was gonna point to those
million quid penthouses, yeah?
And tell her, "That's
where we're going, babe!
That's where I'm
taking you in life.
Because you are a queen."
My queen.
You wanted to tell her you're
taking her to Woolwich?
[snorting]
Fuck off, Ant.
[chuckling]
Hey, fucking look.
You just just
breathe a second, right?
Think about it.
Close your eyes. Go to
your little mind palace.
Come on. [inhales deeply]
Ant: Not this shit again.
[exhales]
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Fuck it.
["Gasolina" by
Daddy Yankee plays]
I fucking love you!
Take it easy.
Yeah, he's ready.
Get down here.
We love you.
Ryan: Right, where are
we doing your stag?
Hooray! Wakey, wakey!
[laughter]
Arriba!
Welcome to
Le gusta gasolina ♪
Dame mas gasolina ♪
[phone ringing]
[toilet flushing]
[ringing continues]
Sam:Hi. Babe?
Are you okay?
Not good.
I feel the madness starting
already and I just
just wanted to hear your voice.
Stu, I love you. Look
after Kai and my dad.
Sam, I've got to go.
[retching, vomiting]
[toilet flushing]
That was really horrible,
I mean, that was.
Well, we all did it.
You wouldn't understand.
Listen.
Whilst we're here, you're
the best mans, right?
Mine. All mine.
Just like old times.
Agreed?
Oi. Taking ages.
I'm stuck listening to Clem
and you're gonna whine on about
your university days, Stu.
I need a fucking
brain bath after that.
Listen, it's like
old times, right?
So I don't want any
of this nicey, nicey.
- I just want worst behaviours.
- Mate, wise up.
I'm a fucking mister wife
and fucking kids now.
And Stu wouldn't be settling
down, getting married
like a sad twat if
that's what he wanted.
Speak for yourself, Ant.
Listen, what happens in
Mexico stays in Mexico.
Who's in Mexico?
Oh, shut up. Look, listen.
We are all here. Seven
of us have flew in.
No, eight of us.
Greg's coming later.
Greg? Who the fuck is Greg?
He's Good boy is Greg.
- You'll like him.
- Who fucking cares?
I want fucking best
friends, fun in the sun.
Fun, fun, fun, fucking
big soapy tits.
Simple fucking fun.
And I don't care if
it's not Mexico, okay?
What happens in not Mexico,
stays in not Mexico.
Right. Boop.
Get out.
What am I doing?
["Simon Says" by
Pharoahe Monch plays]
Shh. My dad.
Oh, no.
Oh, come on, mate. This is
a stag do, yeah, isn't it?
Yeah. And I have a wife at
kids at home these days, mate.
We're not 16
anymore, are we, Kai?
Might be time to act like it.
[all grunting]
Clem, Hugo, come
on. Don't be shy.
You two never a couple then?
- No. Jesus Christ, no.
- Sorry.
Did he say much to you
about us lot? Did he?
All right, Kai. Let's have a
look at your fourth nipple.
Uh, not really, to be honest.
[banging]
Pipe down, will ya?
Police! Police! Open up!
You'll get us all nicked.
Ello, mate. You all right?
Where's Stu? Stu!
[yells]
- Greg!
- Come on.
[chanting] Greg! Greg! Greg!
Greg! Greg! Greg! Greg!
Greg! Greg! Greg! Greg!
Greg! Greg! Greg! Greg!
Greg! Greg! Greg! Greg!
Greg! Greg! Greg!
[yells]
Time, soul, and peace of mind.
Double stitched,
though, isn't it?
Have yourself a look at that.
Have yourself a look at that.
- It's silk. Silk?
- Yeah, lovely, isn't it?
Isn't it lovely? Isn't
it fucking lovely?
Hey, could I see
that, por favor?
Hey.
What do you do in London?
I work for like a tech start-up.
Like a tech finance start-up.
He wants to give
children credit cards.
♪
Could I call you Dad
because I just feel so
lucky to marry into this
this family, right?
The best family. Yeah.
Just you wait.
Wait and see what it'll be.
- Hey!
- Hey!
Have a go at this.
- No?
- I'm fine.
[sniffs]
- Andale, andale!
- [laughs]
- Oh, there he is!
- [cheering]
[shouting]
Jumping up so fucking high!
[cheering]
[lights buzzing]
[woman on p.a. speaking Spanish]
We'd be through by now if we
just used the first gates.
Okay. It was too bright.
Too many screaming kids.
No regrets here, though.
These will open soon enough.
I got Zoom calls to do,
for work. With grownups.
Clem: I had to open my eyes
with my fingers this morning.
Right.
- Ryan?
- What?
Are you fucking
having a laugh, or
- What?
- No, no, no, no.
- Why'd you bring it here?
- Just fucking relax.
Small quantities are fine, yeah?
They're not looking
for small quantities.
Your fucking nose.
Are you carrying coke?
Have you've never seen
"Banged Up Abroad"?
Yeah, exactly.
People do it all the
fucking time, all right?
Oi, oi, shh, shh.
Watch this.
[sniffs, clears throat]
What's he
[man speaking Spanish]
[man speaking Spanish]
[electronic whirring]
[intense music]
Hey!
[heartbeats pounding]
Gracias.
Stupid, lucky
Clem: Why do I associate
with the prick bastards?
Hey! What a legend!
What a le A legend, is it?
[speaking Italian]
You're not kids doing
dares in the park anymore.
Stu, your mates are
special cases, understand?
Cave people who live in a cave.
Square wheels on their cars.
Went on fucking
airplanes. Just morons.
- No one likes you, Hugo.
- Settle down, mates.
That one? Midnight
Express over there,
trying to get us all arrested.
Ryan talks about you nonstop.
Pretty sure he actually
wants to fuck you, Stu.
- Like full sex.
- You don't even know us, mate.
You're his fake mates from Uni.
Kai, Kai. No offence
little fella but, yes.
Yes, I do. You You're
an enchanted donkey.
Someone put a spell on
you and now you can talk.
Me next then, is it, Hugo?
Hugo: "Oh, I miss my family."
- Please, boy.
- [arguing]
- Behave yourselves.
- You fucking wank.
- Calm it down, man.
- La vie de twat!
Shit time with shit people.
Go back to the Shire with
all the other Hobbits.
- Stu.
- Clem, they're just
Stu, what's up with Greg?
[groaning]
I'm fine.
I think I need to shit.
I think I need to shit.
[barking]
[speaking Spanish]
[barking continues]
Cocaine?
A lot. A lot of it.
The balloon's planted
in his stomach.
He's very lucky to be alive.
Sorry. Balloon? You
did say balloon?
Yeah.
[blowing]
You know, balloon?
Yeah, I know what a
bloody balloon is, mate.
- Stu?
- What?
Why did Greg need a
different layover flight
to the rest of us?
[man shouting in Spanish]
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, hey!
[all shouting]
Please. Please.
No, it's okay.
I'm a vet. Uh,medica. Medica.
Doctora.
Clem. Clem.
Leave her alone. She's
done nothing wrong.
Am Am I still
getting married?
Am I still getting married?
[shouting in Spanish]
[shouting in Spanish]
I don't understand.
There's women here too.
So, what have they
done with Clem?
I just don't understand
how this could be happening
without us even going
in front of a judge.
Silencio!
And it was only Greg
that was smuggling.
You put your hands up to
this whole fucking mess.
You hear me?
Dickhead, oi!
The whole fucking thing,
do you understand?
[giggles]
- [punch lands]
- Fucking idiot!
He's just had an operation.
What are you thinking about?
Open up his bloody stitches?
Guard:Silencio! Silencio!
Come on.
[shouting in Spanish]
You're trying to
get us all killed?
The fuck are you doing?
Come on.
Come on.
[panting]
- Keep going.
- [groaning]
- [machine gun firing]
- [shouting in Spanish]
Fuck!
♪
Ant: Fuck me.
I thought it was gonna
be like Alcatraz,
but this is fucking worse.
Makes Guantanamo look bougie.
- [gate slides open]
- [man shouting in Spanish]
[shouting in Spanish]
[speaking Spanish]
Oh, fuck.
[grunting]
No, no!
Oh, bloody hell.
This poor bastard's
hit in the skull.
Jesus.
We're fucked.
Orale!
Do you need any help?
[groaning]
Stu, what the fuck you doing?
[coughing]
Did you see the
[man speaking Spanish]
Ant: We're in a
prison in a country
famous for overcrowded prisons.
Why is this bit empty?
So, where's the
prison walls then?
As in, where's the prison walls?
No idea. They look like
they're going somewhere.
Jesus Christ. Am I going mad?
Is he making a run for it?
[rifle cocks]
- [gasps]
- Fuck!
D Did Did
that just happen?
Yeah.
Over there. Looks important.
Civilized action, yeah?
Right. Let's get in there.
I'll do the shouting.
You do the translating.
John, where you going?
He needs a doctor.
- I'm fine.
- What about
What he's trying to tell
you, Kai, right, is fuck him.
- And fuck us.
- Even as a little kid,
you always were a mouth.
Put no more words
in mine, asshole!
What I was gonna say is we
go in there, me and Kai,
find whoever's wearing
the biggest bloody hat,
demand to see the
British Consulate
for the lot of us, understand?
Mean time, you lot
stretch your legs,
try finding a
doctor for that one.
[sighs] Come on.
We'll be as quick as we can.
You're still a
fucking show, Ryan.
Right, we need to sort this out.
I'll tell you right now,
I am not moving a muscle
toward that fucking stain.
I'm fine.
To be fair, mate, Greg
wasn't the only one
trying to shift drugs pass an
international border, was he?
Fuck off, you soppy twat.
That is completely bloody
different, you know it is.
[scoffs]
Right.
Dickheads, mate.
- Ry! Ryan.
- Hold tight, yeah.
We'll be back with
help, all right?
I'm fine.
Hugo, you you good, yeah?
Get in there. Go.
Ryan!
No dying.
Hey, hey.
You stupid bastard.
I'm fine.
[wheezing]
Ryan! Ryan.
- We're mates, yeah?
- What you talking about?
'Cause mates
mates don't do that.
Mates don't palm mates off
like they're some fucking
worm or something.
Do they, though?
It just wasn't
He's bleeding through his
clothes. You wanna do this now?
We're supposed to have
each other's backs, yeah?
Since school, since fucking
school I've had yours.
We was the Three Musketeers.
You, me, and Kai, of course.
Now you've been on
walkabout with Sam and Uni
and fucking bumming it about
with flipping Clem and fucking
What's his name back there?
Fucking dickhead boss baby.
- Hugo.
- Hugo. Thank you.
But I just need to know that
you still know what's important.
Uh, there might be
a way out of here.
Right? So, is it
still me and you, Stu?
We're Friends.
Oh, God, for
Of course I have
your back, Ryan.
All right?
All for one and one for all.
[sniffing]
Fuck it. Let's go get him
a fucking doctor then.
[grunting]
Yep.
Uh, no, no.
[whistling]
Stu: Just walk.
There's gotta be a
doctor in here somewhere.
- What's going on here?
- Why the fuck you're asking me?
Don't look 'em in the eyes.
[chattering in Spanish]
This is insane. Insane.
Is this even a fucking prison?
Rouge fucking state maybe.
[chickens squawking]
Chickens.
Lads, lads, lads.
Enfermería, right?
That must mean there's a
doctor pointing this way.
Come on, come on,
come on. Let's go.
Go on. Ask him.
[speaking in Spanish]
Here's the story we spin
to whatever it is
lives behind the door,
and I will demand they're
both innocent of all charges,
caught up among some scum.
No, I wouldn't even be here if
Stu wasn't marrying that Sam.
We want to see the governor.
[gentle music]
You all right?
Well, they're my friends, Dad.
[sighs]
[man speaking Spanish]
[eerie music]
Take a seat please, gentlemen.
Man:Rápido!
Why'd you have to be such a
fucking idiot and do this to us?
[groans] Fuck.
I'm okay.
[groans] It's
just a small cut.
Wonder what they'll want.
Greg: You can handle them.
You work with kids, right?
I work for a company
trying to infect children
with a taste for high
interest credit, Greg.
I never said I was Patch Adams.
Uh, Doctor.
Doctor.Sí?
Por favor.
Computer voice: You need
money. I sell money.
Dad borrow from
his boss, Branco.
He's crazy. Talk to me.
I work for Selma.
She is reasonable.
Uh, he needs a doctor.
You should get him to a doctor.
Sí! Por favor. That's
what I'm fucking saying.
Everything here costs money.
You have no money.
Borrow Selma's money.
Fucking kids.
Selma's deals are shit.
Borrow from Branco.
What the fuck is a Branco?
- Branco is the boss.
- Right, how much?
Both phones:35 percent a week.
Get a job here, pay me back,
or Branco takes the
value out of you.
Out of me? Out of me?
What does that even mean?
Por favor, amigo.
Sí, sí. Por favor.
No, you give me the
phone first. Thank you
Por favor.
Greg, what are you doing?
We're not accepting this.
You're dying anyway.
It's too expensive.
Fucking Lehman Brothers.
¿Comprende?
Greg: It's too late.
I've sorted it.
[girl speaking Spanish]
Great.
- [banging]
- Hello!
Por favor! Por favor!
It's an emergency, man!
- [rattling]
- Stu, they're fucking staring.
Stu, we've tried, right?
- What?
- You're making a scene.
[rattling]
Oh, shit.
Uh, you you you a doctor?
El
Me-Medical.
Sí.
[speaking Spanish]
Mi Mi amigo Uh,
mi amigo is muy
[groans]
[man speaking Spanish]
Buggered if I know. Sorry.
I can mainly order lager, mate.
Nice one.
Uh, who's going to say yes?
Sí, señor. Sí.
No, no, no, senor,
mi mi amigo
[speaking Spanish]
Just get inside.
You seem to think
you're being held here
as criminals, is that correct?
Well, I mean, we
are in a prison.
You certainly are.
A prison in which you're
being held on remand
until such time as your case
goes before a state
judge for decision.
So, how long will that be then?
Five or six years
is a good guess
to face trial,
there thereabouts.
Courts in this country are
sadly rather backed up.
We're British citizens,
you daft prick.
Whatever shit shape your
banana republic's laid up in
is hardly any of his or
my bastard doing, is it?
I take no issue with
alerting the British Embassy
to the facts of your presence
for all the good I
imagine it will do.
Eight westerners
with an objection
to being caught with lots
of drugs in an airport.
Ssss. Ay.
Look, forget the
others. Bin 'em.
What can you can do
for me and my son here?
We are wrongly wrapped
up in all of this,
and I can swear to that.
You'll find, gentlemen,
that El Porco
Negro operates best
according to an
ecosystem all of its own.
The black pig?
It's wisest to go with the flow.
[beep]
[eerie orchestral music]
Hello? Hello?
- [tapping]
- Hello!
[distant yell]
[man speaking Spanish]
Morfina.
Ho, ho, ho.
No, senor, no.
Um,mi amigo is, uh
No mi amigo, no mi
amigo, mi amigo!
He-He-He has [imitates
gurgling, retching]
Fucking Oh
Boom!
[groaning]
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
All right, yeah. Close enough.
[speaking Spanish]
Yeah, senor So can
we andale, por favor.
Mi amigo is
Oh!"Mi amigo, mi
amigo, mi amigo!"
[speaking Spanish]
- What's happening?
- [shouts in Spanish]
- What the fuck?
- [shouts in Spanish]
What is that?
Off!
- Off!
- All right.
- Fuck off!
- Just do it. Do it.
Come here. You remember me.
- ¿Es este tu amigo?
- No, no, no!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- No mi amigo.
[pistol cocks]
No, no, no, no,
no! He's not my
He's not my mate.
- [shouting]
- Jesus!
Oh, fuck!
Jesus Christ, man!
[panting]
Oh, my God.
Hey. Hey, guys!
I want you to know, if I could,
I would be clapping right now.
You saved my life, okay?
You really are the white men
I've been waiting
for my whole life.
What are you talking
Who Who are you?
Forget about that.
How 'bout getting me
untied first, okay?
- I can help you.
- Why has he got you
- in a bath there with ice?
- Yeah. Why?
It's a treatment for
my skin, you know.
And I wanted to
lose some weight.
So he could harvest my organs!
My liver. My kidneys.
Last week's fried
fish I had for lunch.
Whatever the hell else
this loco puto could pull
out of me alive to sell on
Come on. Help me, please.
[overlapping shouting]
Hey! Guys!
You fucking go over there.
Fuck!
There are instruments there
to cut. Something and a knife.
Uh, okay. This should work.
Where'd you learn your English?
Like, it's really good.
Oh!
[speaking Spanish]
Tell you later. Ahh!
Once I've coaxed my balls
back out of my stomach.
[groaning]
Mate, he's getting
up! He's getting up!
What do I do? What
the fuck do I do?
Hey, hey! Forget him.
He's the shittiest guy.
Don't even feel a
bit bad about him.
[shouting in Spanish]
Help me. Help me.
Help me. Quickly. Come on.
[shouting]
- Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
- Stay away. Hey!
- Stay away, yeah?
- No, no, no, no. Amigo!
Amigo!
Where is he going?
What What What's going on?
Greg:Gracias. Gracias.
[groaning]
Go, go, go!
We gotta go. We gotta
go. We gotta go.
You guys look mental.
Just calm down.
Look, things are
looking up, right?
The prison's obviously sent
these suave-looking
articles to get Brits into.
John, we need to
get out of here now.
I don't know if you've noticed,
but we're in a bloody prison.
Are the embassy coming?
Are they coming to get us?
Do our families know?
Does Ruby know yet?
Look Look, I don't know.
What does that mean?
It means It means what
it means. What can I say?
- What does it mean? Tell me!
- It means I don't know!
I don't know, I don't have
the bloody answers, all right?
Fuck.
We're fucking kids, man. Fuck.
This can't be happening.
This can't be real.
[gentle Spanish guitar music]
[speaking Spanish]
Woman: Help
yourselves to a seat.
Um, look, I don't
know what this is,
but maybe sit the fuck down.
We're not safe.
Here, not safe.
That doctor we went to find.
There's a mini fucking city
the other side of that arch
From London with love, yes?
Hurricane. Warm beer.
Park life.
Oi, oi.
So, if you had to
put a number on it,
how rich would you say your
sick friend actually is?
Uh, sorry. You
mean You mean Greg?
So, just before passing out,
I'm told that Greg,
let it be known,
that his family owns a
massive bakery in the UK
called Greg's.
And that's why he's called Greg.
Any truth to that?
Well, I couldn't say for sure.
He's kind of a
private sort of guy.
Why are you in
here? Which crime?
Greg
Uh, Greg
tried smuggling cocaine
to, uh, England in
his, uh, stomach.
Oh.
A mule.
Greg's a mule.
Your friend Greg is
not a millionaire.
Hmm.
It is an expensive thing to
purchase emergency surgery
when you are outside prison,
but it is an incredibly
expensive thing
to purchase while in prison.
Everybody with me so far?
So
[clears throat]
Either Greg is
what he says he is.
A secret millionaire who
for some yet unknown reason
is transporting petty
quantities of drugs
across continents
in his own stomach
or I have a bunch of Brits
who owe me, say,
$200,000.
Uh
$200,000?
With all due respect,
love, that's, um
I mean, that's crazy.
That's crazy.
[sighs]
There's nothing
crazy about it, love.
It is your new situation.
You owe me a lot of money,
and if you don't pay up,
I start chopping you up
and mailing you back to your
family in little pieces.
Guys, I take it from here.
Um, would you be happy
if we took a bridging loan
from an individual
called, um, I think,
uh, Branco?
Happy?
Branco is my brother.
We are two parts of the
same body in many ways.
But the fact is you
don't borrow money
from the asshole to
pay back the brain.
Cheer up, muchachos.
Maybe sneaky Greg is a
millionaire after all,
or you little piggies
better come up with a plan.
[dramatic music]
Stu, does Greg have that money?
Stu?
Stu?
Un fax.
[speaking in Spanish]
Gracias.
Muchas gracias.
Fantastico.
Uh, he say it's
from the embassy.
Uh, right. Um
They are aware
of our situation.
Okay.
They're aware of our situation.
Is that supposed
to be fucking it?
- What's the rest of it say?
- It always says, um
It says
we're facing a hundred years.
Wha
No way. No way.
What?
Bollocks.
And then it's just signed.
It's signed "Bernerd."
- It's just signed Bernerd.
- Who the fuck is Bernerd?
Sorry. Uh, how do you even get
a 100-year worth of
coke in one stomach?
They've got nothing on us, so
they're having to make shit up.
You know, I think
this is good news.
This is good news, boys.
In what possible sense could
this be good news, Dad?
Because if they're
making shit up,
then they must know we should
have never been arrested
in the first place.
[clears throat]
[speaking Spanish]
He says the embassy have
arranged a cell for us.
[laughing]
Thank you, Bernerd!
The embassy, they're
looking after us.
End's in sight. It is.
Maybe he's right.
100 years, that is ridiculous.
Like, too ridiculous.
It's a fucking stitch-up.
There you go.
Three lines on the
shirt, not out yet.
Um
[both speaking Spanish]
What did I tell you, boys?
I wonder if breakfast
is included.
Can you take it down
a notch, please?
Fuck it. Do you think this means
we get a phone call now, too?
It's gonna be all right.
Shit.
Shit.
That's not gonna be us, mate.
It's nothing.
[indistinct chattering]
Ryan: There's the
fucking ice bath.
We've, uh We've found Clem.
Clem, where the hell did you
Do you know who I am?
I'm a man who you owe
pair of working kidneys.
According this poor bastard.
[speaking Spanish]
Uh
Sorry about the chair.
[all gasping]
Right.
So, there is two fresh kidneys,
and I think I should have
another one for my trouble.
So,
who's getting in
the fucking bath?
I think it might be
more than Greg in on it.
Greg definitely had help.
- I was defending my friends.
- We think he is a liar.
- Stu's sitting there for what?
- Something not right there.
The way things used to be done
around here had more balls.
[shouts]
So, how do we get
out of here, huh?
Are you fucking in?
It's my rules, understand?
Does anyone got the first idea
what the fuck is going on here?
[metal scraping]
[clank]
[blaring stops]
Shh.
[speaking Spanish]
[panting]
[muffled scream]
[whimpering]
[screams]
[whimpering]
[growling]
[whimpering]
- [growls]
- [screaming]
What made you think
this was a good idea?
- Fuck even is mudlarking?
- Oh, right. Yeah.
How about piss
off then? Not now.
It was a good idea!
It was. It was a good idea.
I was gonna just spot
the diamond in the mud
and then pull the ring out
all, "Oh, babe, what's this?"
[phone ringing]
It's Kai.
Oh, shit.
- Yeah?
- Shit.
Just keep it in, mate.
It's all right, mate.
We all do stupid things.
Don't be too hard
on yourself, yeah.
Was a 5,000-quid ring, Ant.
All right, be very
hard on yourself.
That's moronic just to
leave that lying around.
What you doing?
I'm just a fucking I'm
an idiot. I'm a fucking
- Come on.
- I'm a waste.
Jesus fucking
Look, come here.
Fucking course she
fucking deserves it.
Look at ya. You're beautiful.
She'd be lucky to have you.
I was gonna point to those
million quid penthouses, yeah?
And tell her, "That's
where we're going, babe!
That's where I'm
taking you in life.
Because you are a queen."
My queen.
You wanted to tell her you're
taking her to Woolwich?
[snorting]
Fuck off, Ant.
[chuckling]
Hey, fucking look.
You just just
breathe a second, right?
Think about it.
Close your eyes. Go to
your little mind palace.
Come on. [inhales deeply]
Ant: Not this shit again.
[exhales]
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Fuck it.
["Gasolina" by
Daddy Yankee plays]
I fucking love you!
Take it easy.
Yeah, he's ready.
Get down here.
We love you.
Ryan: Right, where are
we doing your stag?
Hooray! Wakey, wakey!
[laughter]
Arriba!
Welcome to
Le gusta gasolina ♪
Dame mas gasolina ♪
[phone ringing]
[toilet flushing]
[ringing continues]
Sam:Hi. Babe?
Are you okay?
Not good.
I feel the madness starting
already and I just
just wanted to hear your voice.
Stu, I love you. Look
after Kai and my dad.
Sam, I've got to go.
[retching, vomiting]
[toilet flushing]
That was really horrible,
I mean, that was.
Well, we all did it.
You wouldn't understand.
Listen.
Whilst we're here, you're
the best mans, right?
Mine. All mine.
Just like old times.
Agreed?
Oi. Taking ages.
I'm stuck listening to Clem
and you're gonna whine on about
your university days, Stu.
I need a fucking
brain bath after that.
Listen, it's like
old times, right?
So I don't want any
of this nicey, nicey.
- I just want worst behaviours.
- Mate, wise up.
I'm a fucking mister wife
and fucking kids now.
And Stu wouldn't be settling
down, getting married
like a sad twat if
that's what he wanted.
Speak for yourself, Ant.
Listen, what happens in
Mexico stays in Mexico.
Who's in Mexico?
Oh, shut up. Look, listen.
We are all here. Seven
of us have flew in.
No, eight of us.
Greg's coming later.
Greg? Who the fuck is Greg?
He's Good boy is Greg.
- You'll like him.
- Who fucking cares?
I want fucking best
friends, fun in the sun.
Fun, fun, fun, fucking
big soapy tits.
Simple fucking fun.
And I don't care if
it's not Mexico, okay?
What happens in not Mexico,
stays in not Mexico.
Right. Boop.
Get out.
What am I doing?
["Simon Says" by
Pharoahe Monch plays]
Shh. My dad.
Oh, no.
Oh, come on, mate. This is
a stag do, yeah, isn't it?
Yeah. And I have a wife at
kids at home these days, mate.
We're not 16
anymore, are we, Kai?
Might be time to act like it.
[all grunting]
Clem, Hugo, come
on. Don't be shy.
You two never a couple then?
- No. Jesus Christ, no.
- Sorry.
Did he say much to you
about us lot? Did he?
All right, Kai. Let's have a
look at your fourth nipple.
Uh, not really, to be honest.
[banging]
Pipe down, will ya?
Police! Police! Open up!
You'll get us all nicked.
Ello, mate. You all right?
Where's Stu? Stu!
[yells]
- Greg!
- Come on.
[chanting] Greg! Greg! Greg!
Greg! Greg! Greg! Greg!
Greg! Greg! Greg! Greg!
Greg! Greg! Greg! Greg!
Greg! Greg! Greg! Greg!
Greg! Greg! Greg!
[yells]
Time, soul, and peace of mind.
Double stitched,
though, isn't it?
Have yourself a look at that.
Have yourself a look at that.
- It's silk. Silk?
- Yeah, lovely, isn't it?
Isn't it lovely? Isn't
it fucking lovely?
Hey, could I see
that, por favor?
Hey.
What do you do in London?
I work for like a tech start-up.
Like a tech finance start-up.
He wants to give
children credit cards.
♪
Could I call you Dad
because I just feel so
lucky to marry into this
this family, right?
The best family. Yeah.
Just you wait.
Wait and see what it'll be.
- Hey!
- Hey!
Have a go at this.
- No?
- I'm fine.
[sniffs]
- Andale, andale!
- [laughs]
- Oh, there he is!
- [cheering]
[shouting]
Jumping up so fucking high!
[cheering]
[lights buzzing]
[woman on p.a. speaking Spanish]
We'd be through by now if we
just used the first gates.
Okay. It was too bright.
Too many screaming kids.
No regrets here, though.
These will open soon enough.
I got Zoom calls to do,
for work. With grownups.
Clem: I had to open my eyes
with my fingers this morning.
Right.
- Ryan?
- What?
Are you fucking
having a laugh, or
- What?
- No, no, no, no.
- Why'd you bring it here?
- Just fucking relax.
Small quantities are fine, yeah?
They're not looking
for small quantities.
Your fucking nose.
Are you carrying coke?
Have you've never seen
"Banged Up Abroad"?
Yeah, exactly.
People do it all the
fucking time, all right?
Oi, oi, shh, shh.
Watch this.
[sniffs, clears throat]
What's he
[man speaking Spanish]
[man speaking Spanish]
[electronic whirring]
[intense music]
Hey!
[heartbeats pounding]
Gracias.
Stupid, lucky
Clem: Why do I associate
with the prick bastards?
Hey! What a legend!
What a le A legend, is it?
[speaking Italian]
You're not kids doing
dares in the park anymore.
Stu, your mates are
special cases, understand?
Cave people who live in a cave.
Square wheels on their cars.
Went on fucking
airplanes. Just morons.
- No one likes you, Hugo.
- Settle down, mates.
That one? Midnight
Express over there,
trying to get us all arrested.
Ryan talks about you nonstop.
Pretty sure he actually
wants to fuck you, Stu.
- Like full sex.
- You don't even know us, mate.
You're his fake mates from Uni.
Kai, Kai. No offence
little fella but, yes.
Yes, I do. You You're
an enchanted donkey.
Someone put a spell on
you and now you can talk.
Me next then, is it, Hugo?
Hugo: "Oh, I miss my family."
- Please, boy.
- [arguing]
- Behave yourselves.
- You fucking wank.
- Calm it down, man.
- La vie de twat!
Shit time with shit people.
Go back to the Shire with
all the other Hobbits.
- Stu.
- Clem, they're just
Stu, what's up with Greg?
[groaning]
I'm fine.
I think I need to shit.
I think I need to shit.
[barking]
[speaking Spanish]
[barking continues]
Cocaine?
A lot. A lot of it.
The balloon's planted
in his stomach.
He's very lucky to be alive.
Sorry. Balloon? You
did say balloon?
Yeah.
[blowing]
You know, balloon?
Yeah, I know what a
bloody balloon is, mate.
- Stu?
- What?
Why did Greg need a
different layover flight
to the rest of us?
[man shouting in Spanish]
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, hey!
[all shouting]
Please. Please.
No, it's okay.
I'm a vet. Uh,medica. Medica.
Doctora.
Clem. Clem.
Leave her alone. She's
done nothing wrong.
Am Am I still
getting married?
Am I still getting married?
[shouting in Spanish]
[shouting in Spanish]
I don't understand.
There's women here too.
So, what have they
done with Clem?
I just don't understand
how this could be happening
without us even going
in front of a judge.
Silencio!
And it was only Greg
that was smuggling.
You put your hands up to
this whole fucking mess.
You hear me?
Dickhead, oi!
The whole fucking thing,
do you understand?
[giggles]
- [punch lands]
- Fucking idiot!
He's just had an operation.
What are you thinking about?
Open up his bloody stitches?
Guard:Silencio! Silencio!
Come on.
[shouting in Spanish]
You're trying to
get us all killed?
The fuck are you doing?
Come on.
Come on.
[panting]
- Keep going.
- [groaning]
- [machine gun firing]
- [shouting in Spanish]
Fuck!
♪
Ant: Fuck me.
I thought it was gonna
be like Alcatraz,
but this is fucking worse.
Makes Guantanamo look bougie.
- [gate slides open]
- [man shouting in Spanish]
[shouting in Spanish]
[speaking Spanish]
Oh, fuck.
[grunting]
No, no!
Oh, bloody hell.
This poor bastard's
hit in the skull.
Jesus.
We're fucked.
Orale!
Do you need any help?
[groaning]
Stu, what the fuck you doing?
[coughing]
Did you see the
[man speaking Spanish]
Ant: We're in a
prison in a country
famous for overcrowded prisons.
Why is this bit empty?
So, where's the
prison walls then?
As in, where's the prison walls?
No idea. They look like
they're going somewhere.
Jesus Christ. Am I going mad?
Is he making a run for it?
[rifle cocks]
- [gasps]
- Fuck!
D Did Did
that just happen?
Yeah.
Over there. Looks important.
Civilized action, yeah?
Right. Let's get in there.
I'll do the shouting.
You do the translating.
John, where you going?
He needs a doctor.
- I'm fine.
- What about
What he's trying to tell
you, Kai, right, is fuck him.
- And fuck us.
- Even as a little kid,
you always were a mouth.
Put no more words
in mine, asshole!
What I was gonna say is we
go in there, me and Kai,
find whoever's wearing
the biggest bloody hat,
demand to see the
British Consulate
for the lot of us, understand?
Mean time, you lot
stretch your legs,
try finding a
doctor for that one.
[sighs] Come on.
We'll be as quick as we can.
You're still a
fucking show, Ryan.
Right, we need to sort this out.
I'll tell you right now,
I am not moving a muscle
toward that fucking stain.
I'm fine.
To be fair, mate, Greg
wasn't the only one
trying to shift drugs pass an
international border, was he?
Fuck off, you soppy twat.
That is completely bloody
different, you know it is.
[scoffs]
Right.
Dickheads, mate.
- Ry! Ryan.
- Hold tight, yeah.
We'll be back with
help, all right?
I'm fine.
Hugo, you you good, yeah?
Get in there. Go.
Ryan!
No dying.
Hey, hey.
You stupid bastard.
I'm fine.
[wheezing]
Ryan! Ryan.
- We're mates, yeah?
- What you talking about?
'Cause mates
mates don't do that.
Mates don't palm mates off
like they're some fucking
worm or something.
Do they, though?
It just wasn't
He's bleeding through his
clothes. You wanna do this now?
We're supposed to have
each other's backs, yeah?
Since school, since fucking
school I've had yours.
We was the Three Musketeers.
You, me, and Kai, of course.
Now you've been on
walkabout with Sam and Uni
and fucking bumming it about
with flipping Clem and fucking
What's his name back there?
Fucking dickhead boss baby.
- Hugo.
- Hugo. Thank you.
But I just need to know that
you still know what's important.
Uh, there might be
a way out of here.
Right? So, is it
still me and you, Stu?
We're Friends.
Oh, God, for
Of course I have
your back, Ryan.
All right?
All for one and one for all.
[sniffing]
Fuck it. Let's go get him
a fucking doctor then.
[grunting]
Yep.
Uh, no, no.
[whistling]
Stu: Just walk.
There's gotta be a
doctor in here somewhere.
- What's going on here?
- Why the fuck you're asking me?
Don't look 'em in the eyes.
[chattering in Spanish]
This is insane. Insane.
Is this even a fucking prison?
Rouge fucking state maybe.
[chickens squawking]
Chickens.
Lads, lads, lads.
Enfermería, right?
That must mean there's a
doctor pointing this way.
Come on, come on,
come on. Let's go.
Go on. Ask him.
[speaking in Spanish]
Here's the story we spin
to whatever it is
lives behind the door,
and I will demand they're
both innocent of all charges,
caught up among some scum.
No, I wouldn't even be here if
Stu wasn't marrying that Sam.
We want to see the governor.
[gentle music]
You all right?
Well, they're my friends, Dad.
[sighs]
[man speaking Spanish]
[eerie music]
Take a seat please, gentlemen.
Man:Rápido!
Why'd you have to be such a
fucking idiot and do this to us?
[groans] Fuck.
I'm okay.
[groans] It's
just a small cut.
Wonder what they'll want.
Greg: You can handle them.
You work with kids, right?
I work for a company
trying to infect children
with a taste for high
interest credit, Greg.
I never said I was Patch Adams.
Uh, Doctor.
Doctor.Sí?
Por favor.
Computer voice: You need
money. I sell money.
Dad borrow from
his boss, Branco.
He's crazy. Talk to me.
I work for Selma.
She is reasonable.
Uh, he needs a doctor.
You should get him to a doctor.
Sí! Por favor. That's
what I'm fucking saying.
Everything here costs money.
You have no money.
Borrow Selma's money.
Fucking kids.
Selma's deals are shit.
Borrow from Branco.
What the fuck is a Branco?
- Branco is the boss.
- Right, how much?
Both phones:35 percent a week.
Get a job here, pay me back,
or Branco takes the
value out of you.
Out of me? Out of me?
What does that even mean?
Por favor, amigo.
Sí, sí. Por favor.
No, you give me the
phone first. Thank you
Por favor.
Greg, what are you doing?
We're not accepting this.
You're dying anyway.
It's too expensive.
Fucking Lehman Brothers.
¿Comprende?
Greg: It's too late.
I've sorted it.
[girl speaking Spanish]
Great.
- [banging]
- Hello!
Por favor! Por favor!
It's an emergency, man!
- [rattling]
- Stu, they're fucking staring.
Stu, we've tried, right?
- What?
- You're making a scene.
[rattling]
Oh, shit.
Uh, you you you a doctor?
El
Me-Medical.
Sí.
[speaking Spanish]
Mi Mi amigo Uh,
mi amigo is muy
[groans]
[man speaking Spanish]
Buggered if I know. Sorry.
I can mainly order lager, mate.
Nice one.
Uh, who's going to say yes?
Sí, señor. Sí.
No, no, no, senor,
mi mi amigo
[speaking Spanish]
Just get inside.
You seem to think
you're being held here
as criminals, is that correct?
Well, I mean, we
are in a prison.
You certainly are.
A prison in which you're
being held on remand
until such time as your case
goes before a state
judge for decision.
So, how long will that be then?
Five or six years
is a good guess
to face trial,
there thereabouts.
Courts in this country are
sadly rather backed up.
We're British citizens,
you daft prick.
Whatever shit shape your
banana republic's laid up in
is hardly any of his or
my bastard doing, is it?
I take no issue with
alerting the British Embassy
to the facts of your presence
for all the good I
imagine it will do.
Eight westerners
with an objection
to being caught with lots
of drugs in an airport.
Ssss. Ay.
Look, forget the
others. Bin 'em.
What can you can do
for me and my son here?
We are wrongly wrapped
up in all of this,
and I can swear to that.
You'll find, gentlemen,
that El Porco
Negro operates best
according to an
ecosystem all of its own.
The black pig?
It's wisest to go with the flow.
[beep]
[eerie orchestral music]
Hello? Hello?
- [tapping]
- Hello!
[distant yell]
[man speaking Spanish]
Morfina.
Ho, ho, ho.
No, senor, no.
Um,mi amigo is, uh
No mi amigo, no mi
amigo, mi amigo!
He-He-He has [imitates
gurgling, retching]
Fucking Oh
Boom!
[groaning]
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
All right, yeah. Close enough.
[speaking Spanish]
Yeah, senor So can
we andale, por favor.
Mi amigo is
Oh!"Mi amigo, mi
amigo, mi amigo!"
[speaking Spanish]
- What's happening?
- [shouts in Spanish]
- What the fuck?
- [shouts in Spanish]
What is that?
Off!
- Off!
- All right.
- Fuck off!
- Just do it. Do it.
Come here. You remember me.
- ¿Es este tu amigo?
- No, no, no!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- No mi amigo.
[pistol cocks]
No, no, no, no,
no! He's not my
He's not my mate.
- [shouting]
- Jesus!
Oh, fuck!
Jesus Christ, man!
[panting]
Oh, my God.
Hey. Hey, guys!
I want you to know, if I could,
I would be clapping right now.
You saved my life, okay?
You really are the white men
I've been waiting
for my whole life.
What are you talking
Who Who are you?
Forget about that.
How 'bout getting me
untied first, okay?
- I can help you.
- Why has he got you
- in a bath there with ice?
- Yeah. Why?
It's a treatment for
my skin, you know.
And I wanted to
lose some weight.
So he could harvest my organs!
My liver. My kidneys.
Last week's fried
fish I had for lunch.
Whatever the hell else
this loco puto could pull
out of me alive to sell on
Come on. Help me, please.
[overlapping shouting]
Hey! Guys!
You fucking go over there.
Fuck!
There are instruments there
to cut. Something and a knife.
Uh, okay. This should work.
Where'd you learn your English?
Like, it's really good.
Oh!
[speaking Spanish]
Tell you later. Ahh!
Once I've coaxed my balls
back out of my stomach.
[groaning]
Mate, he's getting
up! He's getting up!
What do I do? What
the fuck do I do?
Hey, hey! Forget him.
He's the shittiest guy.
Don't even feel a
bit bad about him.
[shouting in Spanish]
Help me. Help me.
Help me. Quickly. Come on.
[shouting]
- Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
- Stay away. Hey!
- Stay away, yeah?
- No, no, no, no. Amigo!
Amigo!
Where is he going?
What What What's going on?
Greg:Gracias. Gracias.
[groaning]
Go, go, go!
We gotta go. We gotta
go. We gotta go.
You guys look mental.
Just calm down.
Look, things are
looking up, right?
The prison's obviously sent
these suave-looking
articles to get Brits into.
John, we need to
get out of here now.
I don't know if you've noticed,
but we're in a bloody prison.
Are the embassy coming?
Are they coming to get us?
Do our families know?
Does Ruby know yet?
Look Look, I don't know.
What does that mean?
It means It means what
it means. What can I say?
- What does it mean? Tell me!
- It means I don't know!
I don't know, I don't have
the bloody answers, all right?
Fuck.
We're fucking kids, man. Fuck.
This can't be happening.
This can't be real.
[gentle Spanish guitar music]
[speaking Spanish]
Woman: Help
yourselves to a seat.
Um, look, I don't
know what this is,
but maybe sit the fuck down.
We're not safe.
Here, not safe.
That doctor we went to find.
There's a mini fucking city
the other side of that arch
From London with love, yes?
Hurricane. Warm beer.
Park life.
Oi, oi.
So, if you had to
put a number on it,
how rich would you say your
sick friend actually is?
Uh, sorry. You
mean You mean Greg?
So, just before passing out,
I'm told that Greg,
let it be known,
that his family owns a
massive bakery in the UK
called Greg's.
And that's why he's called Greg.
Any truth to that?
Well, I couldn't say for sure.
He's kind of a
private sort of guy.
Why are you in
here? Which crime?
Greg
Uh, Greg
tried smuggling cocaine
to, uh, England in
his, uh, stomach.
Oh.
A mule.
Greg's a mule.
Your friend Greg is
not a millionaire.
Hmm.
It is an expensive thing to
purchase emergency surgery
when you are outside prison,
but it is an incredibly
expensive thing
to purchase while in prison.
Everybody with me so far?
So
[clears throat]
Either Greg is
what he says he is.
A secret millionaire who
for some yet unknown reason
is transporting petty
quantities of drugs
across continents
in his own stomach
or I have a bunch of Brits
who owe me, say,
$200,000.
Uh
$200,000?
With all due respect,
love, that's, um
I mean, that's crazy.
That's crazy.
[sighs]
There's nothing
crazy about it, love.
It is your new situation.
You owe me a lot of money,
and if you don't pay up,
I start chopping you up
and mailing you back to your
family in little pieces.
Guys, I take it from here.
Um, would you be happy
if we took a bridging loan
from an individual
called, um, I think,
uh, Branco?
Happy?
Branco is my brother.
We are two parts of the
same body in many ways.
But the fact is you
don't borrow money
from the asshole to
pay back the brain.
Cheer up, muchachos.
Maybe sneaky Greg is a
millionaire after all,
or you little piggies
better come up with a plan.
[dramatic music]
Stu, does Greg have that money?
Stu?
Stu?
Un fax.
[speaking in Spanish]
Gracias.
Muchas gracias.
Fantastico.
Uh, he say it's
from the embassy.
Uh, right. Um
They are aware
of our situation.
Okay.
They're aware of our situation.
Is that supposed
to be fucking it?
- What's the rest of it say?
- It always says, um
It says
we're facing a hundred years.
Wha
No way. No way.
What?
Bollocks.
And then it's just signed.
It's signed "Bernerd."
- It's just signed Bernerd.
- Who the fuck is Bernerd?
Sorry. Uh, how do you even get
a 100-year worth of
coke in one stomach?
They've got nothing on us, so
they're having to make shit up.
You know, I think
this is good news.
This is good news, boys.
In what possible sense could
this be good news, Dad?
Because if they're
making shit up,
then they must know we should
have never been arrested
in the first place.
[clears throat]
[speaking Spanish]
He says the embassy have
arranged a cell for us.
[laughing]
Thank you, Bernerd!
The embassy, they're
looking after us.
End's in sight. It is.
Maybe he's right.
100 years, that is ridiculous.
Like, too ridiculous.
It's a fucking stitch-up.
There you go.
Three lines on the
shirt, not out yet.
Um
[both speaking Spanish]
What did I tell you, boys?
I wonder if breakfast
is included.
Can you take it down
a notch, please?
Fuck it. Do you think this means
we get a phone call now, too?
It's gonna be all right.
Shit.
Shit.
That's not gonna be us, mate.
It's nothing.
[indistinct chattering]
Ryan: There's the
fucking ice bath.
We've, uh We've found Clem.
Clem, where the hell did you
Do you know who I am?
I'm a man who you owe
pair of working kidneys.
According this poor bastard.
[speaking Spanish]
Uh
Sorry about the chair.
[all gasping]
Right.
So, there is two fresh kidneys,
and I think I should have
another one for my trouble.
So,
who's getting in
the fucking bath?
I think it might be
more than Greg in on it.
Greg definitely had help.
- I was defending my friends.
- We think he is a liar.
- Stu's sitting there for what?
- Something not right there.
The way things used to be done
around here had more balls.
[shouts]
So, how do we get
out of here, huh?
Are you fucking in?
It's my rules, understand?
Does anyone got the first idea
what the fuck is going on here?