Hm.
You've got some
competition, Dieter.
Hello, Toronto.
♪ I get up at seven, yeah ♪
♪ Then I go to work at nine ♪
♪ I got no time
for living, yeah ♪
♪ I'm working all the time ♪
♪ Seems to me
I could live my life ♪
♪ A lot better
than I think I am ♪
♪ I guess that's
why they call me ♪
♪ They call me
the working man ♪
♪ Yes, I get home
at five o'clock ♪
♪ And I take myself out
a nice cold beer ♪
♪ Always seem
to be wondering ♪
♪ Why there's nothing
going down here ♪
♪ It seems to me
I could live my life ♪
♪ A lot better
than I think I am ♪
♪ I guess that's why
they call me ♪
♪ The working man ♪
♪ They call me
the working man ♪
♪ I guess that's
what I am ♪
[streetcar dinging]
[phone ringing]
I'm traveling.
- [Carla] The car check out?
- Tested pretty well, yeah.
- Where am I going?
- Tungsten Security.
Your SAT NAV should
already be programmed.
There's no drop-off.
- It will be in the package.
- Copy that.
- What's Tungsten Security?
- Armored transport.
They're one of the best-known
security outfits in the world.
So why are they calling us?
Discretion, Frank.
Why they always call us.
All right.
Well, let's get this done.
The package is in a vault.
- And I get it how?
- You're going to sign for it.
Access codes are
in the passport.
Pickup's at 17:28.
Tungsten closes at 17:30.
- Don't be early.
- That's a two-minute
window, Carla.
You get a reputation
for punctuality, people
expect you to be on time.
[sportscaster] Getting
underway in just about an hour,
the playoff debut
of the Ontario Diamonds.
Ian O'Sullivan, businessman
of the year three years
running,
has boldly predicted that
the all-star outfit,
which now features his
eldest son Marcus at center,
will become Canada's
pre-eminent professional
hockey team...
- You'd better believe it.
- ...rivaling the Maple Leafs.
It's really an incredible
story, Jeff, you know,
long time--
[TV muted]
- Heather, another drink?
- Coming.
[man] Who does she
remind you of?
[man] So, are we gonna
get some action...?
[vibrating]
[girl moaning in video]
Yeah?
- It's O'Sullivan.
- I know. What's up?
- Checking in.
- Nothing has changed, man.
Be patient. I will call you
when the courier arrives.
Turn that fucking shit down.
We have to leave
in about 20 minutes.
I know. Be patient,
for Christ's sake.
- This tastes like crap.
- It's the Glantarnich.
I know what it is.
I pay $350 a bottle for it.
There's too much ice.
- Is everything okay?
- Yeah, everything's fine.
- What?
- You've been waiting
for tonight for weeks.
And Marcus can't wait
to have you at a game.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- You've missed a lot
of games this year.
I mean, he'll be happy
that you'll be there.
- Yeah, you're right.
- I'm sorry. The drink's fine.
Lot on my mind.
You know what would
make me feel better?
[chuckles]
Ian...
I'm ready to go.
Come on, my... my hair.
I will not touch your hair.
Come on, sweetheart.
I like the look
of those diamonds.
Do you like them?
Come on, sweetheart,
I've got a hockey game to go to.
Stan Rickel? Really?
Five, three, seven, one, nine.
Let him in.
And at center for the Diamonds
is Marc O'Sullivan,
the young phenom, and he is
carrying a lot of weight
on his shoulders.
Do you think his father bought
him that jersey?
- All I know is he's playing...
- No, that never happens, eh?
Yeah, he's bought
and paid for.
Stan Rickel.
Welcome to Tungsten Security,
Mr. Rickel.
I like her tits.
- But she can't dance.
- What's dancing about, anyway?
- Yeah. Tits.
- Exactly.
[vibrating]
Right on. Let's go.
[buzzer]
- He's making his teammates...
- You wanna turn that down?
...making the hits, and
that's all I care about.
Harry, you check the secondary
short like I asked?
It's done, boss.
It's not in the log.
- I will fill it in after shift.
- Wouldn't want anything
to happen to you
that doesn't make the log,
Harry.
I saw that, Harry.
Write it up.
And I won't say anything
about the unauthorized use
of company equipment
to watch the hockey game.
Why would they let this guy in
without a full scan?
[typing]
After hours. 17:31.
So this...
Stan Rickel isn't really here?
Oh, he's here all right.
Sneddon's with him.
It's OK, Double-D.
[truck beeping]
Thank you very much.
Mr. Mayor, glad you could
make it tonight.
Ian, all the favors I do you,
I had to let you do one for me.
Ha.
I heard that fucking
Sean Gallagher kid
who used to work for you
is writing an article for
the Toronto Star.
You want to
watch the fuck out.
- [cell phone ringing]
- We're here to see
a star in the making--
my nephew Marcus,
who we're all rooting
for tonight.
[line ringing]
- Yeah.
- We're on.
- Call me when it's done.
- What about the courier?
- Kill him.
- Just want to be sure.
It's hard to keep up with
all the people you want dead.
Let's go!
- Open the door.
- Those the getaways?
Yes.
Thanks for coming, Stan.
And miss my sister's
son's big night?
That asshole treating you
all right?
Everything's fine.
[cheering horn]
What do you want now?
I thought you
might like a drink.
Get me a scotch.
And I don't want you
drinking tonight.
I'd like to propose a toast.
To the Diamonds,
but more importantly
to the city of Toronto
and its people. There's no
place I'd rather call home.
- [others] Hear, hear! Cheers!
- [applause]
You're to take the package
and leave immediately.
You have 30 seconds
till that door closes.
- There's no destination.
- That's not my business.
[phone beeping]
No reception. Anyway,
you're out of time.
[hockey game playing]
You know, I was gonna
take my nephew.
Yeah, take my nephew
to this game.
I had tickets and everything.
Watch these turkeys get
their ass beat?
You're better off working.
What do you think, Double-D?
Diamonds got a chance?
I think you should stop
calling me Double-D.
Why? It suits you.
Darcy Daniels.
It suits you better, Lester.
Your tits are bigger than mine.
Can you still make face-off?
- Go on, get.
- Really?
Yeah, yeah, it's quiet.
Me and Lester got it covered.
[buzzer]
[ref blowing whistle]
Have a good one, buddy.
I'm off to the hockey game.
The puck is about
to drop for the first period.
It should be quite a game.
And...
- We lost our feed.
- It'll come back.
It always does.
Just give it a minute.
[commentator] Oh, what a hit!
Hey.
- Something's wrong.
- Hey! Ah!
- Ugh!
- Oof!
[buzzer]
Gentlemen, this is a client.
[commentator] Both teams
exchanging blows.
Get to the vault.
Lock yourself in.
But there's a time-lock.
It won't open till morning.
Then this'll be over.
Have a nice night.
Ugh! Ooh!
Oh-ho!
Denied!
- I'm gonna go check it out.
- Go, Diamonds!
- Don't move.
- Look, I know this looks bad.
No. No, the guards aren't
guards.
What?
When did Tungsten start hiring
guys with gang tattoos,
Darcy Daniels?
- How do you know my name?
- Name tag.
Oh.
Get on the floor!
You got to be kidding me.
I'm not the bad guy, OK? Think!
- Speaking of which...
- He could be with you.
If he's not, which he's not,
then we're both dead.
And I can't take him on
single-handedly-- literally.
- Where's the key?
- Um...
I... I must have lost it.
That door's not going
to hold them forever.
They cut the alarm!
- And the phone's dead, and--
- You lost it?
I don't know what happened!
It must have shaken loose
- when you attacked me!
- When I attacked you?
[gunshots]
Darcy, tell me there's another
way out or we're both dead.
[gunfire]
Lester, come in.
Do you read me?
We have a goddamn breach,
the alarms are down,
and Harry's been fucking shot!
- Lester!
- Who's Lester?
Security office. Lester!
You two.
Go to the security room.
You're with me.
Lester. Lester, come in.
We're on the fourth floor,
and I need help.
- Again, we're
on the fourth floor.
- Darcy, is that you?
Oh, God, thank God.
I need you to call the police.
We're on the fourth floor.
We have a goddamn breach--
They're on the fourth floor.
Copy that.
They're up three floors.
What are we going to do?
Well, first, let's lose these.
Is there a place in the building
with tools?
- Like a maintenance office?
- This is an office building,
it's not a construction site.
We've got shrinks,
we've got plastic surgeons,
we've got dentists--
Dentist. Take me there.
Take me to the dentist.
- Oh, uh, uh... could I, uh...
- What?
I drink a lot of water.
It'll be quick.
Oh, no.
Can you just wait here?
- Geez, uh, can you
run the water?
- No.
- Can you sing a song?
- Absolutely no.
Oh, no, no, no,
I gotta wash. Quick.
Ah! Ah!
In here. Quick.
Go, go.
Roco. Roco!
Hurry up! Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go!
- Which way?
- They headed towards dentistry.
Jesus Christ!
Who are those guys?
And who the hell are you?
Darcy, calm down. Think!
Use your training--
assuming you have any.
It wasn't what was
in the vault they were after.
- They were after you. Right?
- Yeah.
- Why?
- Because I have
something that they want.
- Why not just give it back?
- It doesn't usually work
that way.
- What is it?
- Doesn't work that way, either.
Technically, we're not
supposed to open the package.
What does that even mean?
These guys are trying
to kill us!
Just give them what
they want, and let's
get the hell out of here!
Get the C-4.
- [banging on door]
- Driver!
[banging on door]
I can wait. I am a patient man.
- [buzzing]
- Huh.
We're kind of trapped
in here, right?
Well, you could, uh...
Well, yes.
- Was that part of the plan?
- The trapped part? Not so much.
OK.
Shit.
Um... are you looking
for anything in particular?
- Drill bits.
- Drill bits, drill bits...
What do they look like?
They look like this?
These are supposed
to be diamond.
[beep]
I don't think that's
the ideal application.
You been in this
line of work long?
What, dentistry?
The bad-guy-fighting thing.
[beep]
Ah!
Ugh!
You're getting good at this.
Go. Get to a phone.
- Get out.
- Ah!
Let her go.
You guys look like you could
both use a check-up.
[shouts]
[commentator] Oh, he's taking
a run at him now.
Oops! There's a cheap shot.
Nice use of the hands
right there.
Ahhh!
- Idiot!
- [Roco shouts]
- [whistle]
- [commentator] No good.
[alarm]
[joints cracking]
Score one for Darcy Daniels.
Someone tripped the alarm.
- Let's go downstairs.
- [elevator dings]
- [drill buzzing]
- Rule number three, Frank:
don't open the package.
Diamond.
What the fuck has all this got
to do with a raw diamond?
[ding]
Harry. Shit.
You could say that.
[police sirens]
Throw off the cops
and meet us in the garage.
[police sirens]
You better have made it
out of here, Darcy.
[alarm bell ringing]
- [cop] What've we got?
- There's a guy
on the fourth floor
in a black suit.
He shot the guard and a couple
other people. He's still armed.
[muffled shouting]
He'll come for the girl.
I'll take her to O'Sullivan.
Get the courier
before the cops do.
I want the package.
[alarm bell ringing]
- Mrs. O'Sullivan, I understand
that your husband travels a lot.
- Yes, he does.
[cell phone ringing]
I'm sorry, can you just
give me a minute?
Sure.
What the fuck is going on?
- We do not have the package.
- What do you mean?
The courier managed
to create a little mayhem.
That's what I
pay you for, Leon.
From me you'll get
a big mayhem.
Just get the fucking package.
- [muffled] Let me out!
- [pounding inside trunk]
- Sorry. Where were we?
- Uh,
Mrs. O'Sullivan was just telling
me about some of your charitable
work in Africa. Sierra Leone.
Yes, Africa.
It's one of our favorite
places, isn't it, sweetheart?
[phone ringing]
Where have you been, Frank?
The client called twice, and now
I can't get him on the line.
I've had my hands full, Carla.
I'm not the only one
after the package.
- Who else wants it?
- How would I know?
They're happy enough to kill
people to get it, though.
So drop it off, and get
the hell out of there, Frank.
Well, that's the plan,
Carla, but I still don't know
where I'm going.
The address is on
the front of the package.
No, it's not.
- [typing]
- There is a backup.
You have to open the package.
The rules, Carla, the rules.
Break the rules
once in a while.
I break the rules
at least once a week.
It's a SIM card, like the ones
you put in a phone.
Put it in the port
on the back of the dash screen
so I can access
the drop-off address.
- Do you have the card?
- I do, Carla.
Oh, this is just getting
better and better.
- So, it's like that, is it?
- Frank? Do you hear me?
Carla, I'm busy.
Frank, are you OK?
Toronto traffic
is a bitch, Carla.
OK, the card belongs
to Sean Gallagher,
Frank. 514 Union St.
in Yorkville.
Apartment number 2230.
Sending coordinates.
I'm on my way.
There are video files
stored on it.
Was there anything else
in the package?
There was. A raw diamond.
It was odd.
- The video files are encrypted.
- Well, they must be pretty
important for those guys
to blow up half a building.
[knocking on door]
Sean Gallagher?
Yes, Frank?
What do we know about
an Ian O'Sullivan of Toronto?
Funny you should ask that,
Frank.
I just broke the encryption
on that SIM card.
It looks like a news
item on O'Sullivan.
Lots of photos of a guy
who is not very nice
to the people he works with.
Uploading photo.
He's a big deal
in African mining.
Diamonds. Supplies equipment,
according to the company.
He's not a very
nice man, Frank.
- This is what was
on the SIM card?
- Yes.
- And Sean Gallagher?
- Used to work for O'Sullivan
as a media advisor,
but now he's a reporter
- for the Toronto Star.
- Was a reporter?
- What, Frank?
- Nothing, Carla.
He was doing this
story on O'Sullivan.
Is there anything else?
There is video
as well as photos.
Under the guise of industry
and natural resources
exploration,
O'Sullivan waged a decades-long
campaign against diamond-rich
African nations...
- It's really ugly stuff, Frank.
- ...amassing a fortune
for himself
while leaving behind
a trail of blood.
I'm sending you a clean copy
of both to the SIM card.
Come on, get him. Don't let
him get across the line.
Come on, guys!
Come on!
- [goal horn]
- [cheering]
Yes, goddamn it! That's my boy!
- That's my son! Number 19!
- [cell phone ringing]
Leon. I am disappointed.
The courier will be here
soon enough.
I have the girl from Tungsten.
I want the reporter's story
as dead as the reporter,
you got me?
We have something he wants.
He will come for her.
[cell phone beeping]
Who the fuck is this?
I was wondering if I could
speak to Ian O'Sullivan.
This is O'Sullivan.
It's the fucking courier.
Here's how it's
going to work, chump.
You're going to bring that chip
to my place of business,
and just maybe your girlfriend
will walk out of here
in one piece.
- Girlfriend?
- The girl from Tungsten.
She's not my girlfriend.
And might I suggest
you watch your tone,
or I might get lost
on the way to your hockey game
and end up at the Toronto Star.
They might be very interested
in this diamond that
Sean Gallagher had for them.
Fuck you!
[cell phone beeps]
[cell phone vibrating]
Yeah.
He's on his way.
Bring the girl and stash her.
- What about the driver?
- I'll take care of
the fucking driver.
[muffled shouting]
Watch the corridor.
Stay here.
[muffled shouting]
[goal horn]
- Where's the girl?
- Fuck you!
- Oh, yeah?
- Ugh!
How many of these
clowns are there?
At least three, maybe more.
You OK?
- You came back for me.
- I told you to run.
And leave you behind?
You know how hard it is
to find a good dentist?
Darcy Daniels.
You might need this.
Come on, let's move it.
Come on, Marcus.
Don't be a pussy.
I taught you to be tough.
Marcus!
- [ref blowing whistle]
- Marcus!
You should've flattened that
asshole after he slashed you!
He's gonna salute me.
He said he's gonna salute me.
See that? Behind every
great man is his father.
[cell phone chiming]
[ref blowing whistle]
The courier's here.
He's got her. Go find him, Leon!
Mr. O'Sullivan, please...
be calm.
Calm? Calm,
you fucking idiot?
That courier has got
videotape of you chopping
off children's hands,
and you want me to be
fucking calm?!
I am not a part of this.
Yes, you are part of it!
Don't you remember where you
were before I dragged you
out of the mud?
Yes, I do. And I will not
be going back there.
Get rid of
this piece of shit.
Ugh!
Do not do that again,
or it will be your hand next.
Go on, then.
Go to hell.
We will see each other again.
Not if I can help it.
Call the cops. Give them Leon's
description, tell them where
he put Gallagher's body.
I'm going after
the goddamn courier!
Can you put this
on the big screen?
- I think so.
- OK, go to it.
I'll handle O'Sullivan.
Wait.
That's for luck, Stan.
This is my ice!
Come and get it!
[commentator] Whoa! We've got
the suits and ties on the ice
as well! Can you believe it?
They're gonna get some
scuff marks on their shoes.
There's a couple of haymakers
exchanged there!
Oh-ho-ho, my!
I kid you not, I do not
recall an evening on the ice
like this in some time.
Mr. O'Sullivan needs this
to be broadcast ASAP.
Who the hell are you?
The new program director.
Run it.
Come on, come on.
Yes.
[reporter] Under the guise
of industry and natural
resources exploration,
O'Sullivan waged a decades-long
campaign against diamond-rich
African nations,
amassing a fortune for himself,
while leaving behind a trail
of blood.
[Crowd quietens]
While some who possess
such immense wealth
choose to give back,
O'Sullivan has chosen to only
take--in the economic
and literal sense--
brutally ripping limbs and
lives from those in his way.
Not content to be merely
a profit-driven capitalist
guilty of plundering the
natural resources of
a foreign country,
O'Sullivan bears
a sadistic streak.
Less a capitalist,
or even a colonialist,
Ian O'Sullivan is a barbarian.
[man] Killer!
[man 2] Murderer!
[man 3] You're a disgrace
to the game, man!
[man] Get off the ice!
[man 4] You're a pig,
O'Sullivan!
No! It's not true!
- [man] You're a liar!
- No!
It is true!
All of it!
Yes, I said it.
You're a monster!
[spectators booing]
[spectators cheering]
Marcus!
- Marcus!
- [spectators booing]
It's all lies!
- [man] Get out of here!
- [spectators booing]
[insects chirping]
Hello, transporter.
We could do with a guy
like you for the playoffs.
No, thanks.
- So, that's it? It's over?
- It is for me.
- What happens now?
- I go home.
- Where's home?
- Far away.
Planes to far away don't
usually start leaving
till the morning.
So I hear.
It'd be a shame to spend
all night at the airport.
I guess it would.