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have fallen behind.

At least this way there's a finish line.

Two weeks and he's out of our lives.

- Or we'll be dead.

- Either way, it'll be over.

What? Doesn't make it any better!

This way we've got room to manoeuvre.

Surely it's impossible to make

2,000,000 in two weeks.

We need more cards. Bigger spenders.

How do we build up the spending profiles

when we're flying blind for this long?

There's only one way to do it.

We need an inside man.

I know who we need.

No.

Look, I don't want to do it either.

We don't have a choice.

Are you two gonna tell me

what the f*** you're talking about?

Make a decision.

Thank you.

OK, remember Frankie?

She's a data processor with X-Cred.

So, what are you doing?

I'll start by hacking her email.

Can you do that?

It's Webmail. Please.

All right, mate. So, what's the point?

Most people have something in life they want bad

enough that they'd break the law to get it.

We just need to find out

what it is and exploit it.

- This is bollocks.

- Worked on you.

What's that supposed to mean,

it worked on me?

You hacked my f***ing email?

Yep. And Rafa's.

What?

You knew about this?

I picked you both out.

What gives you the right

to go through our personal sh*t?

You work part time for The News

of the World, or something!

I haven't heard too many complaints

over the last year. It made you rich.

You doubled my student loan, mate. It

ain't exactly buying me a Ferrari, is it?

How things started shouldn't matter.

How they end, that's

what's important, right?

To be continued.

F***ing right.

Find anything?

Think so, yeah.

Reckon you can make that work?

Really?

Hey, Dad.

How you feeling?

X-Cred has said

he's in breach of contract.

They say he should have

informed them sooner about his illness.

They're refusing to pay medical costs.

We can't afford the hospice.

He'll have to go back on the ward.

So he can die with people

around him, coughing and snoring.

Mum, doesn't he deserve some dignity?

No way... Frankie?

Sam. What are you doing here?

Stalking you of course. I've been in

that bush for the last two hours.

Bloody hell. Doesn't look very comfortable.

Yeah, tell me about it. I was just trying

to walk off the cramp. Busted.

Nah, I'm just passing through.

Tell me you're not on your way home.

Home.

What would I have to do to get you

to come out for a drink?

Cheer me up.

I needed that.

I'm glad I bumped into you.

Do you believe in fate?

And now you've ruined it.

It was only a matter of time.

Yeah.

Thank you.

I'll get this.

- We can split it, if you like.

- No, no. It's on me.

- Thanks.

- One condition.

You forget about that fate line.

Deal.

You got a secret trust fund or something?

- I wish.

- Well, how'd you get a black card, then?

You asked me how I make money.

Take a look.

It says Charles Burnett on this.

And tomorrow it'll be someone else.

You're a thief?

An opportunist.

Don't you want to know why I do it?

No, not really.

Medical bills. That's how it started...

My brother. He got sick.

About as bad as it gets.

The doctor said he was terminal.

I didn't agree.

Private treatments, mostly in America.

And the costs soon stacked up.

I couldn't afford to pay the bills

so I had to figure out a way that I could.

I knew it wasn't right

but if me risking everything gave my

brother another week, sh*t, another day,

of course I was gonna do it.

F*** whoever told me otherwise.

It turned out the first doctor was right.

Dad's not even

a human being to them.

He's a statistic.

A set of figures that no longer work

in their favour.

I can't do this, Sam.

Why not?

Because stealing from

the company which you work for,

whatever way you look at it, is wrong.

There's no such thing

as victimless crime.

Someone always has to suffer.

The best way to justify it to yourself

is to find someone that deserves to.

And it seems to me that your company

deserve it more than most.

How does it work?

I'm sure I'm telling you

what you already know,

but credit cards operate

on smart neural networks

so they can spot spending patterns.

That's why we try to build up

a profile for each cardholder.

We can access the electoral register,

hack their computer, steal their mail.

Then we buy expensive items

with the cloned cards and sell it on.

How much can we make?

With you on the inside? No limit.

These are good.

With Frankie on board we'll

have access to the personal details

of every client in the X-Cred database.

I'm gonna get everything

you need to clone some big-hitting cards.

Frankie's finding us overseas customers,

we'll go where they spend

and staying within spending patterns.

Why abroad? Why not in London?

Because the customers I deal with

are based here, in the UK.

Right. So use another country's accounts

to avoid being suspected. That's smart.

Got to cover my tracks.

So where we going?

Five cards. All linked to big spenders

who hit Miami at least three times a year.

Combined credit on the cards

is three and a half million dollars.

F***ing hell. Who are these people?

But if you boys wanna go out, hit the town?

That's fine by me, but stick to cash.

These cards are strictly

for the job in hand.

My personal advice would be

to keep a low profile.

First up, Yannick Kieffer.

A banker from Luxembourg

in town selling bearer bonds.

Credit card limit, $500,000.

And we are aiming to take him

for every penny.

What if he's out shopping

at the same time as us?

Won't they notice

two different card transactions?

Of course they will.

That's why we've got to keep an eye on him.

Could you hold the doors, please?

Thank you, sir. I appreciate it.

Y'all having a good day?

Couldn't press nine for me, could you?

Thank you, sir.

We've got him on GPS.

He's heading for his suite now.

Let's get spending.

Is that the top of your range?

It's a difficult choice.

What'd he say to you?

What?

Sam.

When he first made contact.

How'd he get you to join the team?

He promised me a Ferrari inside a year.

Oh, yeah?

And how'd he know

that's what you wanted?

You reckon that's the laptop

they used to hack your email?

These aren't your friends, RAF.

Yeah.

Group's getting bigger.

Our shares are getting smaller.

This whole Marcel thing doesn't really inspire

long term prospects for this crew, does it?

What are you saying?

I'm saying everyone has a price.

A magic number.

When you've figured out what yours is,

you let me know.

Thanks.

Cheers.

You think they're going to be OK?

They're good at looking out for themselves.

How long have you known Sam?

About a year.

He came to me like he came to you,

"Join up and I'll make you rich."

Yeah, he makes

a convincing argument, right?

He likes you. Do you know that?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think so.

And how about you?

Not sure.

Come here. I want to tell you a secret.

What do you mean "a secret"?

A secret about what?

I can't, actually. It's really bad.

What do you mean "bad"?

Oh, come on. You have to tell me now.

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