The Raid 2: Berandal Page #3

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Then we can forgive you

this minor indiscretion.

Now if you would be so kind,

this envelope,

it's still a little light.

He did good.

Hounded him down

quickly and cleanly.

You'd swear he's been

doing it all his life.

Didn't take a wrong step.

Okay.

Uco, give this to the kid.

You handled the situation

well today.

They deserved it.

You were right.

Keep it up.

Thank you, sir.

Okay.

Sir?

Yes?

I was wondering,

what with the way things

have been...

Maybe it's time for me to start taking

on a little more responsibility.

Maybe handle

some of our more--

Hold on.

When the time comes,

I'll know. But it's not now.

Not yet.

Okay?

Anything else?

No.

Okay, thank you, Uco.

Thank you.

Would you like a drink?

No, I'm fine, thanks.

Come on, man, drink a little.

Pour the man a drink.

I'm fine, I've had enough.

If you won't drink, then sing at least.

You've been quiet since you got here.

Don't worry about me,

I'll just watch.

F***, you don't drink,

you won't sing. You should have

told me earlier. We could be

at a titty bar hooking up with Uzbeki

girls instead of sweating in here.

They only have cheap skanks.

Hey, who the f*** are you

calling skanks?

I'm better than you, and you

should know that already.

Prick.

Joanna, don't.

No, no, it's okay.

Joanna,

I'm the kind of guy

that you should be afraid of.

Just look at her.

Oh, yeah?! And who the f*** are you?

It's like this.

The place you work,

the place where you live.

The place where you

f*** your clients,

my father owns all of it.

And it's my job to make sure that

everyone who works in this city

remembers to show

their appreciation.

So you're a debt collector?

F*** it, I'll sing, give me the mike.

No.

Let her talk. She's a big girl,

she can say what she wants.

Exactly.

Go ahead, keep drinking.

It'll numb the pain for later.

What did you just say?

I said,

it's your turn to sing.

I don't want to sing, I want

to know what you just said.

Just f***ing sing! I'm tired

of listening to you, skank!

Yeah, that's you!

Come on, sing!

I'm paying you to either sing or f***.

Which is it? Pick one!

You wanna sing?

Okay, let's pick a song.

Want me to pick a song?

Where's the f***ing songbook?

Quick, we're waiting to sing.

Hey!

Don't f***ing touch that!

Don't you f***ing dare!

This is the problem

with this country.

Everyone promises everything.

Everything's yes, yes, yes!

But when the time comes

to collect, it all changes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't. No, no."

Bullshit!

But not tonight!

Now, sing.

Is everything okay here, sir?

No, we're all good.

Everything's fine.

Is everything fine?

- You see. We're all happy here.

- Please let me go!

- Close the door on your way out.

- Let me go.

Take the girls with you.

Uco.

Get out!

Tonight

is on us, sir.

Thank you.

Are you okay?

I'm fine, I don't care

what some hooker says.

It's that she had the f***ing nerve

to think she was allowed to say it.

I'm more than that.

More than all this.

It's my f***ing time, Yuda.

And I want my father to know that.

It won't be long now.

Oh, yeah? When?

Wait here.

Hello?

I've seen many a man fall

before they should.

They could have lasted

a little longer

had they known when to stop.

But they don't.

In the end,

they all end up

in the same place.

The same shallow ditch.

Under the same river.

Fill it with rocks.

That's the proof.

If you choose to follow us,

you follow us.

Simple as that.

They burn out real fast.

I see it in Uco.

I've tried to ignore it,

but it didn't work.

I know Uco has that fire.

I had to lose a lot in my life before I

could truly see that that was important.

I don't want the same

to happen to my boy.

He won't, sir.

The time I've known him, he

speaks nothing but highly of you.

I hope you're right.

But I know what my gut tells me.

Lately you're his shadow.

So take care of him.

If you see anything weird,

you tell me.

Otherwise, it's like I said,

falling in the same ditch

under the same river.

Hm. I hope for your sake

you can swim.

Toss them back in.

Nothing tastes good here.

The main difference between you

and I can be defined by one word.

Legacy.

Every step I take is a step

forward for my group and family.

Every step that you take

is cloaked in the shadow

of your father.

In my life,

I never have

to follow anyone's rules.

No expectations

of who I should become.

No rules to abide by.

My father,

he was a f***ing road sweeper.

Shining shoes would have made me

a success story compared to him.

So, yes,

you and I,

we couldn't be more different.

But deep inside,

our ambitions are the same.

After all, you came here

of your own accord.

Now we've eaten well,

drank good wine,

there's one thing

that you should know about me.

If I'm the type of person

who likes to impose my will,

I would've already

pointed a gun at your head.

But no, that's not me.

Not today at least.

Today I'm offering you a gift.

An opportunity.

Something that has never

been given to you by your father.

Please.

Those prison gates opened

and not one person

from your group was there

to pick them up.

I was surprised.

Imagine

how surprised they were when

they found out I picked them up

and brought them here

for you.

That's my gift.

I give you the opportunity...

to claim revenge.

And after that?

We talk business.

Just so you know,

if you need financial help...

I need labor.

Oh, that I can do.

So, what do you want exactly?

I've got my eye on

this patch of land.

Whose land?

That's why I need your help.

There are only

two possibilities.

I'm sorry.

But with all due respect,

if I wanted to rent

a patch of land

fair and square,

I'd be meeting your father.

Not you.

It belongs to the Japanese.

Huh.

The spot is perfect

for me to start my business.

Then why are you meeting

with me?

It's their land.

My father would never allow it.

He would never do anything

to disrupt the truce.

I'm not interested

in what your father thinks.

I need your support,

and if I can be frank,

it seems you need

my support also.

What do you mean?

I heard the top brass aren't

happy with your father anymore.

Times are changing. The Goto family

is starting to make connections.

Top connections.

When your father leaves the

office, he goes home, he sleeps.

Meanwhile, Goto's boy is taking

Reza to a club and partying.

Just so you know...

It's easy to sway a cop or a politician

with a little cash and a lot of p*ssy.

What do you want?

Give me your word, and I'll

put an end to the truce.

Put your faith in me and I'll tip the

odds in your favor when the war begins.

Let them all see

how you took charge and made your

family bigger than it's ever been.

And you? What's in it for you?

Everyone has their limit.

After we take over Goto's territory, I just

want a small patch that I can use freely

without having to pay anyone.

No questions asked.

And how do you propose

to start a war between us?

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