Alytna Large (2014), dir. Luke Enfield; I: ft. handsome enzo and eva green

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Alytna Large
Written and Directed by: Luke Enfield
Produced by: Crimson Media
Studio: Remedy Studios UMC
Runtime: 144 minutes
Budget: §35 million
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[warning]AGE RATING: 18+
CONTAINS: STRONG LANGUAGE, STRONG VIOLENCE, BLOOD & GORE, HARD DRUG USAGE, PARTIAL NUDITY[/warning]
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Female: I'd make the most of your time. You know, it's becoming ever-increasingly likely for me to see familiar faces come back.
Male: Oh yeah?





Female: You'll be back.
Male: ... I wouldn't count on it.











Michael: Rufus...



Rufus: Michael...



Michael: How are things?
Rufus: Well, let's put it this way - that's six years of my life I'm never gonna' get back. You got anythin' else to say?
Michael: I don't think so. You look like you could use a drink. When that time comes, maybe then I may have a thing or two to say to you.
Rufus: Drive.



Rufus: What's with the fancy suit yet the not-so-fancy wheels?



Michael: Why don't you take a look out the window and see what you've missed, huh? See how things have changed? Don't ask questions. Familiarise.





Rufus: So this is the Marvegan Fantasy?



Michael: Not quite. Come inside...



Rufus: Seems like a fantasy to me, Mike. The reception is... well, pretty remarkable.
Michael: Yeah, it's a nice place, isn't it?



Rufus: Is something the matter, Mike? From what I recall, you were always the talkative guy.
Michael: Well, I kind of took the hint from you - you didn't want me aiming a shitload of questions at you as soon as you walked out of that prison, that right?
Rufus: A question or two more would have gone down just fine, but you're right - a shitload of 'em would've been less desirable.
Michael: You were always the vexatious one, weren't you?
Rufus: Let's keep it that way. So come on, show me what I've really missed out on.



Michael: Here it is. Sorry, it's not much but... my domicile.
Rufus: 'Not much'? I'm sorry, but what!?
Michael: Yeah, take a seat.



Rufus: Oh... Mikey, Mikey, Mikey... I don't care what you think, but I see that you've clearly done well for yourself.
Michael: I guess.
Rufus: You had me worried.
Michael: Really?
Rufus: Yeah, considering the wheels and all.
Michael: Understandable.
Rufus: Y'know, don't you sense irony in the fact that I served six years for money laundering and yet you are clearly doing well for yourself but refuse to buy yourself a decent set of wheels?
Michael: It's not like I need to keep a low profile or anything. I just figured I'd better go all-out when I retire.
Rufus: Looks like I'm going to be asking the questions tonight then, pal.
Michael: How do you mean?



Rufus: Six years ago, we were going at things like rabid dogs in endless store stick-ups. After years and years of saving and investment, why is it that I get caught red-handed, hey? Why is it that I had to lose it all? I lost my car dealership, I lost my taxi firm, I lost my nightclub... and I lost my strip club. That's not just bad luck, Mike. I see that as no motherfucking luck at all.
Michael: Don't go beatin' yourself up about it, Rufus.
Rufus: But I did lose six years of my life.
Michael: So? We can fix it.
Rufus: Really?
Michael: Yeah... really. I'll help you get work.
Rufus: Now it finally emerges. I hope you didn't expect me to rummage behind couches and under bed mattresses for the rest of my life. Fact number one - this line of work is what I do best. Fact number two - who would employ me with a criminal record apart from a criminal?



Michael: You make a good point.
Rufus: Now where's that drink?
Michael: I lied. I'm all out.
Rufus: Seriously? Well... such poverty. You know Mike, maybe you're going a little wild.



Michael: Rufus, don't start. I don't need this.
Rufus: You do. You need this so you have the ability to realise that someone finally understands.



Michael: Everybody understands excluding you, though. You've missed out on six years of the fun.



Rufus: Yeah, so stop reminding me and tell me who the fuck you're working for.
Michael: ...
Rufus: Get that fat thing out of your mouth and put it to a better use - like asking my question.



Michael: I'm not sure if it's in my right to tell you, Rufus. Sorry.



Rufus: So you do expect me to laze around twenty four-seven and be as clueless as yourself!? Do you not realise what this is doing to you?
Michael: I think I do, Rufus. But something tells me you have something in mind that I don't.
Rufus: On the one hand, you're becoming a charity. You've got shitty wheels and no booze, yet you're livin' it up in this condo wearing a designer suit. Been overdrawn hey, Mikey? Got no bucks left? Or maybe you're in debt? Something like that?
Michael: I told you. Retirement, Rufus. Retirement. That will be when my future is paved with gold.
Rufus: No - that's when your future becomes dreary. That's when you get to become a full-time slipper-wearing, pipe-smoking old bastard like you do part-time currently. What's with the booze shortage then? Why lie?
Michael: I just wanted your company, that's all. The least we deserve is a catch-up.
Rufus: This is hardly a catch-up, Mike.
Michael: Rufus...



Rufus: I want to know who you're working for and I want to know now. That has the partial aim of uncovering the truth - whether you're on the verge of bankruptcy or whether you're just being austere.
Michael: Whatever the case was, Rufus - it will all be prosperous soon.
Rufus: Really? Can you guarantee the same for me?
Michael: We need to get you work.
Rufus: I want your work. Your people. I can trust them... if I can trust you obviously. That seems possible. You're my uncle, I've known you since birth.
Michael: Okay, okay. So we'll go robbing... soon. Or, you will at least.



Rufus: What do you mean?



Michael: I... I said about retiring. Well, I'm retiring soon.
Rufus: How soon?
Michael: Almost immediately.



Rufus: I waste six years of my life away in a cell with no high life, then I come back to hear that you want to pack it in now after making the most of things in MY ABSENSE!? BUT YOU'VE ROBBED ME!



Michael: But I'm forty-seven years old now, Rufus. Too old to go robbing. You can most certainly do these things by yourself. You've just gotta' find the right people.
Rufus: I thought that YOU were the right person! It appears not. Well thank the fucking saviour, Michael Kinsley! You're a prick.
Michael: I know that, so it's good to see you know it too.
Rufus: Why retire though?
Michael: So I can move away and live my life quietly without bother. Splash out a little.
Rufus: As if you haven't splashed out enough.
Michael: Look Rufus, I can understand why you're upset but you need to trust my choices. Stick by them. Ultimately, just trust me pal. I'm not asking for much more.



Rufus: I still... I still don't understand this. So what have you got in return, Mikey?



Rufus: Who are you working for?
Michael: I am retiring, so I need to help you to compensate for that and your time away in jail.
Rufus: Don't act like this is an angelic act or something. I came out expecting something big. I want to have it... NOW!
Michael: The guy's Jan Bakker. A Karetian. Moves a lot of dope, carries out heists. You name it - he covers it. I started working for the fella a few months after your time in jail began.
Rufus: These heists big?
Michael: Yes, Rufus. Bigger than you've ever seen before. He's going to get you financially secure for the rest of your life, just like he did mine.
Rufus: I have a question, though. Not many people get out of this line of work alive. Once a criminal, always a criminal. You may fulfil your dream, but you can't just back out. You go when you're no longer of use. What's the deal with Bakker?
Michael: Yeah, that's right... and I'm no longer of use.
Rufus: (Sniggers) We know that's not true. We're gonna' see if that's the truth soon, Mike. Just me and you. Mark my words. I'll give you a good going-over. I'll analyse those peaks and troughs.
Michael: Then do it - but I'm just about done. Jan will confirm this.
Rufus: So you're good friends, I take it?
Michael: We're not friends. We're work colleagues.
Rufus: Oh, are you now? So you're treating all o' this shit professionally?
Michael: Okay, I admit - we are.



Michael: It's our way of living.
Rufus: Fuck you. You're doing this on purpose.



Michael: For fuck's sakes! Is a man not allowed to rest!?
Rufus: Not now! NOT EVER!
Michael: I'm not responsible for your time, Rufus! So please don't hold me responsible!
Rufus: But you need to pay something back!
Michael: Alright! But I'm not sharing cash, I'm just gonna' hook you up with Jan and co.
Rufus: I'm not asking for your fucking cash!



Michael: GOOD!
Rufus: Why's it gotta' be all official with you?
Michael: Because it's BUSINESS! And why's it gotta' be all money with you?
Rufus: ...
Michael: We can't lie, we all want to live a good life. But I thought you were better than that, Rufus. I thought you looked for more in life.
Rufus: I did.



Rufus: ... but I guess none of that matters now. Not now considering that I've been robbed by my own uncle. Forty-seven is a perfectly capable age, I'll have you know. There are actors and actresses who manage their own stunts in their sixties. You're just a bore. A living, breathing billboard for the boring. A nobody.
Michael: WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO RUDE!?
Rufus: I'm just being honest.



Michael: Hey, Rufus! Where you goin'? We're not done!
Rufus: You made my first day out of the can a shit one Michael, give yourself a great big pat on the back.
Michael: Hey, you'd be nowhere if it weren't without me! You should think yourself lucky for still having these kind of opportunities in spite of my plans! You have to respect your uncle's intentions.



Michael: Hey! You miss the world for six years yet that fuckin' Alytna Large jacket clings on to you?
Rufus: Shut up. Right about now I don't care about anyone else's wellbeing other than myself or Rebecca's.
Michael: Well, I suggest you treat her well! Don't go and bust her neck because she hasn't done what you supposedly wished for her to do, even though you never asked for it.
Rufus: It should've been inevitable, Mike. I want work. I can't go on without it.
Michael: You might want to listen then...



Rufus: I'm listenin'.
Michael: Meet me at Victoria's Palace Private Club tomorrow at two p.m. Maybe from their we can negotiate some sort of work arrangement or contract with my dear old companion Mr Bakker. I think you'll like him.
Rufus: Good. I'll be there.
Michael: Oh and Rufus...
Rufus: Yeah?
Michael: How are you gonna' get home? You've got no money for a taxi...
Rufus: Well you clearly haven't neither, so don't bother emptying your pockets.
Michael: I meant that maybe I could give you a lift!
Rufus: In that piece of shit? No thanks. You should be less austere in future if you ever want to live, you boring old prick.



Michael: Oh. Just... just fuck off...!







TV: ... in other news, we have learnt that a woman of aged twenty-seven, Rebecca Malone, is to remain in police custody amid a trial two months away.



TV: She is being questioned in connection with a money laundering scandal which saw Malone's partner, Rufus Yeoman, at the forefront of. More news when we recieve it.







Rufus: AGH! FUCK LIFE!



















Rufus: (Knocking on door) Coco? Coco!? You there? It's Rufus, we need to talk.



Coco: Oh my goodness, Rufus! C... come in! I didn't know you got out today.
Rufus: I didn't. I was out yesterday.
Coco: Then why the hell didn't you come to see me before?
Rufus: I got caught up in a little spot o' bother with my uncle.
Coco: That's awful, I'm sorry to hear that.
Rufus: Don't be.



Coco: Please Rufus, come in. I wouldn't want to keep you waiting out here. There are some things that you must know.
Rufus: Oh please, not more...



Coco: So I guess you watched the news?
Rufus: Unfortunately, yes.
Coco: Well, you would've had to find out sooner or later.
Rufus: I feel so worthless, Coco. Michael is denying me what I want yet deserve somehow and... Rebecca has gone and lost it all because of me too. It's such an inconvenience to snatch her before I had the chance to stop 'em.
Coco: Calm down. Do you want a drink?



Rufus: Yes. Please. If it isn't too much to ask, that is...
Coco: Don't try and be too kind.
Rufus: Well the last person to deserve the recieving end of my bad temper is you, Coco.
Coco: (Sighs) What do you want, Rufus?
Rufus: Employment. A life to live. It's not too much to ask, everyone else has one. Including you.
Coco: I meant to drink...
Rufus: Oh! Just... just water, please.
Coco: Fair enough.



Coco: Rebecca did miss you, you know?
Rufus: I missed her too. Including you.
Coco: And I guess you missed Michael too?
Rufus: Yes, I did. But he means nothing to me now.
Coco: Oh, Rufus! You don't mean that!
Rufus: I think I do.
Coco: What is the matter with you two?
Rufus: He's retiring.
Coco: From... from what?
Rufus: Work, Coco. Work.
Coco: Well, what kind of work?
Rufus: Robbing.
Coco: Oh Rufus, please don't tell me you want to go down that route again, after prison and all...
Rufus: The leopard never loses its spots.
Coco: You'll be making a big mistake. You'll lose it all again, especially without Michael.
Rufus: He was supposed to be my partner, Coco. We did everything together. They only got me for the money laundering, though. It caught me by surprise.
Coco: But Frankie's dead.
Rufus: Yep, he is.





Rufus: Oh Frankie boy!
Frankie: ... oh.



Frankie: Oh, I mean... OH! Yeoman! Kinsley! Good to see ya' both!
Rufus: Likewise, Frankie.
Michael: Yeah Frankie - likewise...
Frankie: Who shat in his coffee this morning?
Rufus: I'm sure no one did. He's just being...
Michael: ... human. Y'know, being normal. What do you expect? I have other places to be.



Rufus: He won't embody the spoils of business. He won't trust anyone, not like you. He keeps his money hidden. But at least I get to sleep at night knowing my money, on the other hand, is actually in safe hands!
Frankie: Haha, that's right my boy!



Frankie: Michael, I'm always open to business.
Michael: You're not taking a cut of my earnings.
Rufus: Frankie's a swell guy, that cut of his he has right to - not one man on the east coast will ever get your dough out of the country quicker.
Michael: You can believe what you want, Rufus. It's not for me.
Frankie: Leave him be. Just don't come knocking on my door when you have the pigs towing behind you. Give the cash to me, I'll inform you when the deposit has been made.



Frankie: With more dough comes more problems, folks. Society will try and teach you opposite, and that's true. Life is easier as a sales supervisor, earning §35,000 a year, living in the suburbs of Acopulco with a Landwhale LCS on the driveway. A middle-class Malcolm. But we all get that little bit greedy every now and again.
Michael: Whatever you say, Frankie...
Rufus: They should get you on TV speaking on behalf of the great Marvegan nations!
Frankie: Fucking A-right, my boy!



Frankie: Cause trouble, guys. But when the trouble heads towards you - stay out of it.
Rufus: Later on, Frankie...
Frankie: Bye now! Ha...









Frankie: ... I'LL SEE YOU IN FUCKING HELL!



Frankie: AGH!





Coco: And they're questioning Rebecca because of her connections?
Rufus: Hmm... well, she owns Victoria's Palace, doesn't she? That place is in her name. Now Michael wants to bring me there this afternoon for a chat. That's just adding more salt to the many wounds I've got.
Coco: We need to find Rebecca a good lawyer.
Rufus: Hopefully nothing like mine.
Coco: Right. Plus, I think you need to go see her. When was the last time she visited you in prison?
Rufus: Two months ago.
Coco: I think you definitely need to then, before it's too late.
Rufus: Yeah. You don't know anything I don't, right? She hadn't... moved on, had she?
Coco: How do you mean?
Rufus: Like... found someone else?
Coco: Oh no, of course not.



Rufus: Oh right. I mean, if I was her, I would.
Coco: You're very deserving of a gilfriend, Rufus. Very much so. Don't beat yourself up over what you did. You've served your time. Any girl would be lucky to have you.
Rufus: Thanks...
Coco: ...
Rufus: ...
Coco: Oh, that glass of water...
Rufus: (Chuckles) Ah, yeah...
Coco: (Giggles softly) Sorry about that.
Rufus: Nah, it's fine.



Rufus: How's your life been then?
Coco: You know, same old. Maybe you should go and work in a coffee shop and see for yourself. That way things can work out for you.
Rufus: You're still there?
Coco: I only provide for myself, Rufus. I only need to.
Rufus: But you don't want to go down the route of my uncle.



Coco: And what route might that be?
Rufus: The boring one.
Coco: Oh. So you're accusing me of being boring?



Rufus: You're not, no. I know you're young, but that's potentially six years you've spent where you could've done something else.
Coco: Rufus...
Rufus: Yeah?
Coco: Just stop. We don't all want to be like you.
Rufus: But you must strive for glory, Coco. This isn't me scolding you, this is me just reminding you of your potential.
Coco: I am NOT going to aim guns at bank manager's heads if that's what you're suggesting.



Rufus: Ah, thanks.
Coco: So... was that what you were suggesting?



Coco: I can clearly see potential in more things than one for yourself, Rufus. In fact, bank robbing might not be one of them.



Rufus: Oh yeah, so what is then?
Coco: Be a stunt driver or something, perhaps?
Rufus: Isn't that dangerous?
Coco: Well, yes.
Rufus: And bank robbing isn't?
Coco: It is. But if danger is something that arouses you then do that. Just don't threaten over people's lives or finances while you do it. At least, that way - you earn it.
Rufus: I'll never be able to forget what I've done.
Coco: You won't. But blemishes on our life come in all shapes and sizes. The bottom line is though that we all make mistakes.
Rufus: You're beautiful, Coco. Embrace your intuition. I admire your company, too...
Coco: Ahem... thanks.



Coco: Well... I hope your stay was fun. It was nice to catch up.
Rufus: Likewise.
Coco: I'll show you out.
Rufus: Thanks.



Coco: Be careful.
Rufus: You too.
Coco: Remember what I said.
Rufus: You too.
Coco: We're both giving advice here about the same thing, isn't that strange?



Rufus: Someone's gonna' get it wrong, aren't they?
Coco: (Giggles) Yeah...
Rufus: (Chuckles) ...
Coco: ...



Rufus: ... well I'd better go.



Coco: Sure. Goodbye, Rufus.



Rufus: ... bye.









Michael: Ah, glad you could make it.
Rufus: Likewise...



Rufus: ... here I was thinking that you might've gone off and retired some place nice already.
Michael: We're in Brentstone, this is a swell place. And no... not just yet. You were right. I owe you.
Rufus: You owe me big time, you son of a bitch.



Michael: Right. Which is why first I'm actually going to open my wallet so you can relax and enjoy the company of all these lovely ladies, then I'm going to take you to Jan.
Rufus: Great. Sounds good. Well, the 'lovely ladies' part shouldn't considering I'm supposed to be with Rebecca but, Rebecca's probably not coming back anyway.
Michael: How come?
Rufus: Didn't you see the news today?
Michael: No. I didn't.
Rufus: She's in police custody for the connection with well... me, basically.
Michael: Ah, that sucks.
Rufus: Just a little. So this guy you have to offer me... he'd better be good. He'd better also know a good lawyer, a lawyer that can get my Rebecca out of that cesspit. I want her to avoid the wrath of pain and torture inside just because she opened this place with my money.
Michael: So you're clearly pinning a lot of hope on Jan already, huh?
Rufus: Well yeah, he's clearly a top dog in Brentstone. Unless you're suggesting that he's going to be a let-down just like you were yesterday.
Michael: Hey, enough of that. Maybe I was just overwhelmed, Rufus. The thought of to welcome you back into the real Brenstone just must've slipped my mind.
Rufus: Oh.
Michael: So welcome to Brenstone.
Rufus: Gee, thanks.



Michael: So, you like anything you see?
Rufus: Not really.
Michael: Did your time in the can turn you gay?
Rufus: I beg your pardon?
Michael: Trust me Rufus, that's fine by me. In fact, why am I even speaking like that? Of course it's fine. That's the way you are, and I won't judge. I guess I was just a fool for requesting for you to meet me here, though.
Rufus: You said 'anything'. Not 'anyone'. You're awful, Michael.
Michael: How?
Rufus: Referring to these girls as 'things'. They're not objects. This is still a job they're doing that's going to provide for their home life somehow. They haven't just came here for your satisfaction.
Michael: Yeah, but they sure as hell know what they're doing. Ain't that right, Courtney?



Courtney: Damn straight, Michael.



Michael: Alejandro, you in agreement too my friend?



Alejandro: I would like to say yes. They're certainly giving me something that my wife is lacking.



Rufus: You know these guys well then? A regular punter are you?
Michael: Of course. This sweet girl here is Alexis. We've crossed paths many a time, you know?
Rufus: Pfff, spare me the detail. I don't need it.
Michael: Okay, your choice.
Rufus: Anyway... Rebecca. Yeah, Rebecca. I think she's the only girl I should be concerned about right now.
Michael: You gonna' turn a blind eye to everyone in here then?
Rufus: More or less.
Michael: Your loss.
Rufus: I want your help, Michael. I need to trust you on this - that you can help me to protect Rebecca. I don't want her to end up like me.
Michael: Why? You're still sane, if you exclude your fulminating of yesterday evening.
Rufus: But she doesn't deserve prison. She had nothing to do with my criminal activities, all she did was help me cover it up. You have to promise Jan can help.
Michael: I can't promise! He barely knows you.
Rufus: Barely?



Michael: Yeah, your name has came up in a few conversations. But that won't affect anything.
Rufus: You sure?
Michael: Yeah. You'll have to impress him first. He'll throw you a 'small' job, then it's up to you to succeed in whatever he throws at you after. It's known as climbing the ladder to reach the very top. Apart from his spot obviously.
Rufus: I see no primus inter pares in existence.
Michael: And you'd care about that why exactly? We're not all built to be leaders, most of us are followers. But we stack paper and live the Marvegan Fantasy, so I wouldn't complain.
Rufus: You wouldn't complain anyway because you're happy smoking pipes and wearing slippers. You're boring.
Michael: Alright! So I'm fucking boring! Don't listen to me then. Do what you like. But don't say I didn't warn you when you find yourself back in the slammer. Be careful what you wish for.



Rufus: What time are we supposed to be meeting your fucking boss?
Michael: When he's ready.
Rufus: So this is all arranged?
Michael: Yeah. I just figured you'd enjoy killing time here, and of course to have a friendly chat with your one and only uncle. It seems not.
Rufus: No. My mind is on Rebecca.
Michael: Alright, you've made that pretty clear.
Rufus: Rebecca, Michael. Rebecca.
Michael: Yes, Rebecca.
Rufus: You see, saying her name makes me believe you're at least sparing a thought for her. The poor girl. You know I can't stand to be in this place much longer anyway?
Michael: I know why. This place was once owned in her name.



Michael: Your Rebecca... she wasn't a lesbian, no?
Rufus: You're not thinking she opened this place up to satisfy her tastes? No, it was for me. That's another reason why I feel sorry for her. But it's not because I enjoy this kind of stuff, because I don't. It's just another form of making money.
Michael: So they all say, Rufus. So they all say. It is true that money and sex are the two things that make the world go round. Sex creates human life and money is what a human strives for. Essentially, strip clubs are the saviours of the universe.
Rufus: Not quite, Michael. You want pleasure from your sexual desires with these girls. Not a kid.
Michael: True.
Rufus: You don't want a little one, do you?
Michael: At forty-seven? No.
Rufus: Good luck being an unmarried, childless old has-been in your retirement.
Michael: Oh, I can tell you're itching to get out of this place. Well, okay then. We'll leave... if it's enough for you to stop digging your claws into me for once.



Michael: Sorry about this Alexis, but me and my nephew have got to shoot. I'll be sure to come and check up on you soon though, yeah?
Alexis: Fine, Mike. Whatever. Just make sure you mean it next time. I'm not working up a sweat for someone who is more interested in a fucking conversation...



Michael: Listen up, kid.
Rufus: I'm too old for that label now...
Michael: Once a kid to me, always a kid to me.
Rufus: I may be your nephew, but there isn't a sufficient age gap between us for you to consider me like a son.
Michael: Stop being so fucking cynical. Let me do the talking when we reach Jan's place. Then, when he asks the questions, you answer. The guy's got an ego, so don't do nothin' stupid.
Rufus: But you know I will get all high and mighty on his ass when the time comes, right?
Michael: Yeah, sure. Come on, let's mush.



Michael: Oh wait, there's a sight there I must capture. You see this? It really is the pièce de résistance...
Rufus: Ah, do what you like. I'm out of here.





Michael: Hey come on Rufus, I was just fuckin' with you. Let's get out here for real.
Rufus: About time.





Michael: Allow me to take the baton here, boy.
Rufus: I kindly pass it on.



Rufus: You've done good for yourself, M. You've seriously done real good for yourself.



Rufus: You sure about just letting ourselves in?
Michael: It's all good. Only when it's me, obviously.
Rufus: This place is gorgeous. Y'know, when I think of the Marvegan Fantasy - MY Marvegan fantasy... a place like this is almost EXACTLY what I imagined.
Michael: Great... maybe you'll get your hands on a place like this one day. Let's focus on getting there first.



Jan: Indeed, Michael. Let us focus on how to achieve our goal first. Playing hard comes as a result of working hard. Welcome, Rufus Yeoman. My name is Jan Bakker.



Rufus: It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Bakker. I hear this ole' boy is too big to play now though.
Michael: He's just blowing things way out of proportion, Jan. Please excuse him. He's just got out of prison. Ha, he hasn't seen Brentstone for six years.



Jan: Ah... smart guy. You can call me Jan. Kindly shut your face, Michael. I think I like him...



Jan: Both of you, come on up. My lovely assistant will show you the way. It's time to talk business...





Jan: Michael, Michael...
Michael: Yes, Jan? I'm sorry if he's not what you were looking for.
Jan: You need to get into a habit of not being hesitant about bringing family into this, Michael. He's perfect.
Michael: Ah, if you say so.
Jan: Get your fat Marvegan ass up those stairs of mine. C'mon.



Jan: Rufus!
Rufus: Jan...
Jan: Welcome to the family! Come here!



Jan: You are most welcome here, my friend. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You hear me?
Rufus: I do.
Jan: Savour it, brother. Come and take a seat next to your friend Jan.



Rufus: Alright...



Jan: I see a good man, Rufus. A man of true valour. A man unwilling to let anybody get in his way. I see a very, very bright future.
Rufus: I'm glad to see I joined a psychic as well as a man of ultimate civil disobedience...
Jan: (Chuckles) Smart kid...
Rufus: I'm thirty-eight now, I mean I don't know what Michael's told you but...
Jan: Me? I'm thirty-five.
Rufus: Wow, I... I must say, it's an honour to have met a man so young who has achieved so much in his life already.
Jan: Maybe you could achieve the same. We needn't spare a thought for those miserable old jocks like Michael. That peak has been and gone.
Rufus: Yes, he's retiring, right?
Jan: Yes Rufus... yes he is. That's what I mean...
Rufus: Absolutely.
Jan: ... he's not much use anymore.



Jan: How long have you been in this game? Exclude your time in prison, obviously.
Rufus: Since I was a boy. My dad had a rebellious young brother, it was Michael. We developed a bond since my birth. He had a care-free attitude to life though. He used to use me to put my little legs to good use. I used to dash in and out of liqour stores, getting what I could. I was caught once, but the store clerk... he... he really got the upper hand on me one day. It's easy thinking things are all fine and dandy, yet it only takes one person to turn shit on it's head. That happened that day.
Jan: It's a risky business, Rufus. But the risk is what stimulates us.
Rufus: You're right. I guess it's a similar story for that day six years ago, the day in which my life changed forever.
Jan: It's remarkable to think of how much we put on the line.
Rufus: Yeah, and I put something on the line and I'm losing it. Now, my partner is faced with that very same prospect.
Jan: Who? Michael?