Get Lucky Page #2

- This is ridiculous.

I gave you money to get a proper

motor, not this piece of sh*t.

There they are.

I'll lose him through here.

He's going on the

race ground, follow him.

- Let me out.

- What?

I have the cash.

They'll follow me.

- No.

- I'll lose them in the old sewers.

Kirby!

No, no. Leave him.

We follow the money.

Kirby, it's me, again.

Let me know you're okay.

About bloody time.

Don't even ty that sh*t with me.

Where's the money?

Not until I know he's okay.

Your mate's hanging in there.

Now where's the money?

It's not here. You can search the

place if you don't believe me.

Where's the money?

Where's Kirby?

Shall we call him?

F***!

Out.

Well, about time.

I thought you went for a

romantic dinner, or he shot you.

What? This runt?

He couldn't even pick up a gun,

let alone use it.

If you want a romantic dinner,

you're going about it the wrong way.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What have I told you

about them anger issues?

- Count to ten.

- Exactly. Count to ten.

And then if you still want to

smash his skull in, you can.

- One, two, three, four, five, six...

- Kirby!

- ...seven, eight, nine, 1 0.

- Kirby!

Right.

I'll leave you to it.

I'm gonna go and sort that mug out

who sold me that BMW.

Whoa, hang on a minute.

We still need to sort out the business

that we're dealing with now.

I ain't counting to ten with that guy.

He's f***ing dead.

First things first, Kramer.

If you let him go, he'll give

you the money back, okay?

- Please, you don't have to do this.

- Sebastian.

He isn't breathing.

He hasn't got a pulse.

And I think he's quit smoking.

You are seriously not well.

You've killed him?

Well, not intentionally, but, yeah.

Yeah, that seems to be the case.

You'll be a dead man walking.

So let's get down to

brass tacks, shall we?

You pay us 200 grand,

or we kill you.

End of negotiations.

Jesus Christ!

I thought you said he was dead?

Not actually a doctor, am I?

Don't touch me!

Don't touch me! Help me!

Sebastian!

What the hell is going on here?

None of your business.

Not yet.

Just be careful, Niko, yeah?

Mmm.

Oh!

I heard about you losing

the money of my uncle.

"Oh, I heard about

you losing my uncle's money."

How come he got to shoot him?

I wanted to shoot him!

8:
00, but only if you

were being serious.

Planning your night out?

Run me a bath.

Show me how much you love me.

Hey, magic boy.

Meet me at Kami's Bar

tonight at 8:
00, but...

It's me.

I'm in trouble.

I need to see you.

They tortured

him and shot him.

Car's gone, money's gone.

I'm f***ed, Raph.

I need 200 grand, or I'm dead.

Two hundred grand?

I don't have that kind of cash.

There's no one else I can ask.

Now, look,

you're gonna have to disappear.

I'm not running away again.

You're my brother, Raph.

Okay.

Look, I didn't want to tell you this.

I didn't want to get you involved.

I've been planning a job.

It's not some backstreet,

sleight-of-hand scam or a con.

Okay.

In my county,

if a man has nothing,

he has no honour.

He is nothing.

Yesterday,

I had two hundred thousand

in the safe.

Today,

I have nothing.

Does that make me a man

without honour?

We're getting your money back,

Mr Zigic, you have our word.

If you don't,

I'll have your heads.

Hello, Sebastian. And, uh...

I'm sorry,

I keep forgetting your name.

- Mr Kramer.

- Missed a brain, more like.

Hey, hey.

Keep your dog on a leash,

Sebastian.

Otherwise,

someone's going to put it down.

Ooh! See you later, girls.

You should have let me

smash that little prick up.

Yeah, listen to me.

We're already on the blacklist.

Do you think having a fight in

his club is going to help us?

- I don't care.

- Yeah, well, I do, and so should you.

'Cause slippey Niko

is looking to take our place.

So we gotta use that.

You are having no problem?

- One or two are a little resistant.

- But nothing we can't handle.

Mmm.

It troubles me when our clients

forget the protection

insurance we offer.

That may happen to some of

your other men, like Sebastian,

but we will always deliver.

Yeah, even if it means

burning down a restaurant.

No.

No more fires.

That stupid stunt of yours caused me

a lot of stress with the authorities.

These people are not

cheap to pay off.

Understood, Uncle.

If you want to rise

through the family business,

you must be patient.

Work hard.

Respect me financially.

Mmm.

Earn your place.

Hey! Audition time.

"Earn your place"? He sits there doing

f*** all, while we're out and about...

Ty not to let everyone hear!

Once we do Raphael's job

and give my uncle a slice of the take,

then he'll see that

I have earned my place.

You mean we?

Of course.

Come to Daddy!

And they're professionals,

that's what the important thing is.

We can't take any

chances with this.

There you are.

Been looking for you.

Well, this is romantic.

Eli, Niko,

meet my little brother.

Lucky.

By name or nature?

Until recently, both.

Oh, well, that fills

me with confidence.

Let's hope your luck

changes then, eh?

Here's the plan.

It's a secret casino.

Doesn't officially exist.

Invitation only.

Who owns it?

The Stocks Brothers.

Yorkshire men.

I am worried

about who is inside.

They are the a**holes

we'll be dealing with.

There'll be a collection of

people who shouldn't be in the county.

Like traffic wardens?

Warlords, gun-runners,

international drug dealers.

Sure. Any naughty people?

Maybe some bankers.

The exterior of the casino

will be heavily guarded.

I'm talking about trigger-happy

lumps with machine guns.

Bring it.

How do we get inside the building?

- That's where BG comes in.

- Ram-raid.

I've got the truck,

I'm just waiting on the rod.

You haven't built it yet?

No, Niko, I haven't built it yet.

Do you want to come and help me?

Maybe get that shiny suit of

yours a little bit dirty?

Why not?

Look, I trust him,

so you trust him.

- Once we're inside, there will be some...

- We'll take care of them.

No witnesses.

This is a heist,

not a killing spree.

We're just supposed to get

in and out alive. That's it.

That is easier if people are dead.

No one gets killed.

Sure, sure.

Eli, once we're in,

you're on the bar girl.

She might look angelic, and I'm

sure she can make a mean martini,

but she also has a revolver strapped

to her thigh. You take her out quick.

Wild West sh*t.

I like it.

Niko,

you're on the cloakroom girl.

- Be my pleasure.

- Don't be fooled.

She's got a trench-gun

under the counter

and dead men will assure you

she knows how to use it.

What are we packing?

Nothing that can be

traced back to us.

I've gone old-school.

"Old-school"?

More like ancient-school.

Untraceable.

Untouchable, more like.

They do work, right?

Oh, yeah, they work.

What about their backup?

We're going in hard and fast.

There won't be time for anyone

on the outside to get to us.

- How do we get into the safe room?

- I'll take care of that.

Oh, you take care of that?

Whilst we're crowd control,

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