No!
FX presents Mr. Inbetween.
Hmm.
Who let you in?
Your mum.
Hmm.
How you feelin', all right?
Not bad...
...for a bloke who's been in a fucking coma.
Went and saw that brother-in-law of yours.
He fucking set me up.
Uh-huh.
And what'd you do to him?
A bit of this.
Bit of that.
And the other pricks?
They'll live.
I fucking owe you one.
I'll add it to the list.
Nah, it give me the shits.
And what's with the fuckin' cowboy hat?
In the old country days, fuckin' hardly anybody
-wore a cowboy hat. -Mm.
Especially inside.
Johnny Cash never wore one.
Fuck, Johnny Cash never wore one.
Now every cunt's wearing a cowboy hat.
Yeah, I think-I think their record company
tells 'em to wear the hat.
You know, like it's... like it's fuckin' advertising.
-Probably. -World's gone to shit, mate.
Everything's just money, money, money.
That's it.
Fuck.
So, are you still moving jewelry?
Yeah. What do you need?
Girlfriend's got a birthday coming up, so...
How much you wanna spend?
200
Yeah, I'll see what I can do.
Bewdy.
-Here's trouble.
What's going on?
Hey.
Did you tell Britty there's no such thing as Jesus?
No, she asked me if Santa was real...
I don't care about Santa.
Do you want me to tell you what happened or not?
-Sorry. Okay, yeah. -Okay.
So, she asked me if Jesus was real,
and I said, um, I don't know for sure
hundred percent if he was real,
but I said he could have been real.
You know Quentin and I are raising your daughter
as a Christian, right?
Yeah, I know that, yeah.
So why would you tell her something like that?
'Cause I don't want to lie to her.
You don't want to lie to her,
but you tell her unicorns exist?
-Bye. -Bye.
-Love you. -Love you.
Color suits you.
Matches your eyes.
What'd you say?
You heard.
Did you hear that, Britt?
No. Finished.
Beautiful.
Can you paint my nails, please, Dad?
Uh...
Please?
All right, here.
Jeez, mate.
-BRUCE: Fuck!
Careful, Britt. Stay away from that glass there, love.
Nothing fucking works anymore!
Sit up, sit up, sit up.
You all right? I'm gonna lift you up, all right?
Lean against here, buddy.
-I'm fucking over this. -I know you are, mate.
I know you are.
You all right?
I'm sorry, Britt.
Looks like I owe you a dollar.
It's okay.
But, yes, you owe me three dollars, actually.
She's onto it.
She certainly is, mate.
I'm gonna get you out of here, mate,
so I can clean this up, all right?
-Yeah.
...a feeling of-of power, of empowerment.
Hi. Come in, come in.
-Yeah.
I'm Peter.
-Good to meet you.
Yeah, you, too.
This is Steve, Bob, Carlo, and, uh...
this is Max.
-Take a seat. -Cheers, mate.
All right, so now... now we're all here,
we can get started.
Um, the first thing we'll do is we'll, uh...
we'll go around the room, introduce ourselves,
and, uh, you know,
just tell us a little bit about why you're here.
Ray, do you wanna...
you wanna get us... get us started?
So... so what do you want me to do?
Well, introduce yourself first
and then tell us why you're here.
Okay. My name is Ray.
Um... I'm 40.
Divorced.
Got a kid. Um...
Work security.
That's about it.
And why are you here?
Oh, I bashed a bloke.
And you've been ordered to be here by the court.
Mm.
Do you think that you've got an anger problem?
No.
Okay.
Carlo, do you wanna go next?
Um, yeah. Um...
So, I'm 43.
Um, got a young son... and-and daughter.
Work in the building industry,
and I've been married for 12 years.
And I'm here 'cause, um...
'cause my wife said she'd divorce me
if I didn't attend, so...
And why does your wife want you to be here?
Uh, she reckons I'm angry.
PETER: What do you reckon?
Sometimes.
And when you... when you get angry, what do you do?
Sort of, um...
sort of lash out sometimes.
PETER: At who?
My wife. Kids.
PETER: You lash out physically?
Yeah.
Thanks, Carlo.
Uh, Steve.
Yeah. Um...
Hey, I'm 38.
Uh, married, no kids.
Uh, we're separated at the moment,
my wife and I.
Um...
I'm not working at the moment, so it's pretty tough, you know.
Reason I'm here, I just wanna patch things up with the missus.
-About it. -And your... your separation--
is that something to do with anger
Yeah.
I just lose my temper.
And how does that manifest itself?
What?
How does, uh...
how does your anger show itself?
Sometimes I hit her and stuff.
Is everything okay, Ray?
I think I'm in the wrong room.
PETER: And what makes you say that?
Well, the person I bashed was a bloke,
not a child or a woman.
And what's your point?
Well, no offense, but I don't really wanna sit here
with a bunch of fuckin' wife bashers and child beaters,
you know what I mean?
-PETER: Okay, no, no.
-You heard what I said. -PETER: Time out, time out.
-No, no, no. -Come on, tough boy.
Hey, hey, hey!
I'll fuckin' fuck you up, you little fuckin' bastard!
-Fuck off me, man! -Outside. Outside, please.
-I'm good, mate.
CARLO: Fuck's sake. Fuck!
Look, if you can't take this seriously,
then I'll be recommending jail time instead, okay?
-Not particularly, no.
Well, then I expect you to behave yourself.
If you're gonna cause trouble,
then we'll have to come to some other arrangement.
FREDDY: Okay, next order of business.
Did a mate of yours get bashed recently?
A gun deal?
-I just need to know.
Just, just... tell me.
Maybe.
I gotta ask you,
did you bash the guys that... that ripped off your mate?
Yeah.
Right, so those guys, the ones you bashed,
they belong to a crew
run by a guy called Davros.
And Davros is my son-in-law's brother.
Oops.
Yeah. Hilarious.
So, I need you to go sit down with him.
What for?
'Cause he's fuckin' pissed.
So?
Mate, this guy's family, okay?
I'm asking you a favor here, please.
Just sit down with him.
Why don't you shove a bit more in your gob?
Aha.
Ah, very nice, mate.
Really good.
What do I owe you?
Don't worry about it.
No, I'll give you some money.
Nah. Just buy us a beer.
Done.
Easy.
Appreciate it.
-* Let it be *
* You don't have to fake it... *
All right, what about these ones?
No.
Here you go.
Those.
I thought you wanted to buy me some sexy undies.
Yeah, they're sexy.
They're plain cotton.
They're sexier than those ones.
What do you mean? Guys love the lacy ones.
No, we don't. You guys like 'em.
-Go with the cotton ones. -Oh.
I don't want 'em.
You're gonna pay for them.
No, give 'em me card.
Why don't you wanna do it?
'Cause.
Are you worried they're gonna think they're for you?
Possibly.
Oh, yeah? Shot in 4K.
Oh, yeah, there we go. That's it.
Mmm.
-Fuck!
Jesus fuckin' Christ.
Vasilli? What the fuck?
Yes.
Is it safe where?
Safe, where?
What the fuck are you talking...
-Aah! -Safe! Safe. Money, money! Safe!
Yes, okay, okay, okay!
It's in the fuckin' garage.
-Yes!
Go. Go! Go, go.
Open it.
I don't have the combination.
What?
I wrote it down somewhere.
Where?
I don't know. It's upstairs.
You better no fucking me.
Mate, why would I be fucking you?
Let's go.
Let's go!
-Come on. -All right! Fuckin' hell.
Ah, fuck.
-Come on! -Well...
if it's not there, then...
I'm positive it was up in the top one,
but she moves things around all the time.
-If it's not there, I don't...
I don't know what she's done with it.
I'm just gonna have to give it a crack.
Okay, go. Go.
-Hurry. -Hey, I just got out of hospital, mate.
Just calm down.
Hurry up!
Yeah.
I have to be able to hear the click.
I don't know the combination.
You're just gonna have to give me
about five minutes, all right?
Okay, in five minutes, if not open,
I shoot you in face.
Uh-huh.
You don't believe me?
No, I believe you.
-Two minutes, tops.
I'm nearly there.
Hurry up!
Mate, I almost had it there.
Now I got to fucking start all over again.
-Well, start, then! -Well, fuck, just be quiet.
-Stop talking! -I gotta listen to the fuckin' click.
-You stop talking! -You stop talking!
-No, you stop talking!
I can't hear the clicks. Do you know how this works?
-Ten seconds, I shoot.
Ten, nine,
eight,
six...
I skipped seven. Ten...
nine...
eight, seven,
six, five,
four, three,
two...
Bingo.
Ah, Ha, ha! Good, good, good!
Where bag?
What?
Bag. You know, put shit in.
You didn't bring a bag?
Where bag?
There's plastic bags up in the kitchen.
No, no plastic bag. What are you, stupid? Big bag.
I got a big bag up in the cupboard.
Let's go. Fuck.
Go, go, go!
You know, generally, when you rob somebody,
you bring your own bag.
Shut fuck up.
There. They you go.
Nice, big bag.
Good.
Go. Go.
-Go! -Fuckin' right-o.
-Fill.
Don't look at me, fill.
Ah, careful with gun. Careful with gun.
-Hurry up. Come on. -All right.
I'm going as fast as I can.
Happy?
Well, brother,
I rough with you,
but I need money, so...
no bad feeling, hmm?
-VASILLI: What fu...
You took your bloody time.
Lucky I fuckin' came at all.
Shoot the prick, will ya?
I'm not doing it.
What's your problem?
Well, he's your fuckin' brother-in-law.
Yeah, I know. That's why I don't wanna do it.
No.
Where's your car?
He's not going in my car.
Well, he's gotta. Tat's got the Falcon.
No, I just had it detailed, mate. Forget it.
Well, I'll get a fuckin' tarp.
Cool?
Gotta get rid of him.
Get on the side.
Roll him.
There we go.
There you go.
-Yeah.
All right.
I'm gonna get the car, then I'll back it up.
I knock.
Door opens, he goes in the boot, right?
-Yeah.
Yeah.
-Yeah.
Oh, fuck! Tat's home!
Fuck!
Uh, just-just...
fuckin' just stay here!
GARY: Come on, you fuckin' cunt!
Hey!
What happened to the glass?
Ah, a bird... flew into it.
When?
Just before.
Is the bird okay?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, he just flew away.
He just hit the glass... flew away.
Why you have knife?
'Cause I couldn't find the broom.
So I was just gonna... use that.
It's in the kitchen cupboard.
Ah.
Didn't look. What an idiot.
Go and have a bath. You're gonna get a cold there.
-Da.
Yeah? -Good.
Fuck!
Here. Here.
-Chop him up.
-Fuck off.
He's your fuckin' brother-in-law. You do it.
Why you keep saying that? Who gives a fuck
whose brother Come on.
Fuckin' chop him up later.
I can't chop him up later. We gotta chop him up now.
He'll be easier to get out in smaller pieces.
-Fuck, man, I'll owe ya. -Keep fuckin' saying that.
Hold on. We gotta get him up on the table.
Hurry, hurry, come on, quick!
Not gonna lift the fat cunt meself.
Ready?
Okay, got him? One, two...
BOTH: Three.
Fuckin'...
Get that shit off the table.
Okay, ready?
Okay, good!
Hold on, we gonna get his fuckin' clothes off, then?
Fuck!
Okay, get him... get him up.
Got it.
-RAY: Yeah.
All right. Good, good.
-Babe.
What are you doing?
Cleaning up.
Aah!
Fuck, Ray!
Tanya!
-Tanya! Vasya?
What... fuck goes on?
Your fucking brother tried to rob us.
-Vasya! -Yeah, he held a gun to my head.
He said empty the safe downstairs
or he was gonna kill me.
If Ray hadn't have come over,
he would have fuckin' shot me, you know that?
-Fuck you, Gary! Fuck you! -Gary, stop it, stop it.
Get out of here! Get out of here!
Get out!
(Tatiana and Vasilli shouting in Russian)
-VASILLI: Fuck you, Gary!
What the fuck happened?
VASILLI: Fuck you, Gary!
He wasn't dead.
Oh, thanks, Captain Obvious.
Bullet must have ricocheted off his skull.
You couldn't tell when you were cutting him?
You couldn't tell he was still breathin'
Well, you didn't fuckin' recognize him breathin', did ya?
You were down there.
Where you going?
Fuckin' going home.
Ray!
Ah, fuck!
("The Loved One" performed by The Loved Ones)
* Yonder she's walking *
* She comes my way *
* Red dress on *
* Her long black hair *
* Talkin' like *
* Walkin' like *
* Wantin' like *
* She comes to me *
* Oh, baby, I love you so *
* I need you now *
* I want you back *
* I can't go on... *
Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH
So, what do you want for your birthday?
-I want a TV-- -Whoa, whoa. Hey.
-Why don't you watch where you're going, eh?
-There you go, man.
-The world is full of assholes.
'Cause people let 'em get away with it.
You all right, old man?
-Oh!
So, in your mind, you've done society a favor.
-Yeah.
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