Let's sort the buyers from the spiers...
the needy from the greedy...
and those who trust me from the ones who don't...
because if you can't see value here today...
you're not up here shopping.
You're up here shoplifting.
You see these goods?
Never seen daylight, moonlight, Israelite...
Fanny by the gaslight.
Take a bag.
I took a bag home last night.
Cost me a lot more than ten pound, I can tell you.
Anyone like jewelry? Look at that one.
Handmade in Italy, hand-stolen in Stepney.
It's as long as my arm.
I wish it was as long as something else.
Don't think because these boxes are sealed up, they're empty.
The only man who sells empty boxes is the undertaker...
and by the look of you lot...
I'd make more money with me measuring tape.
One price. Ten pound.
- Did you say ten pound? - Are you deaf?
That's a bargain. I'll take one.
Squeeze in if you can. Left leg, right leg...
your body will follow. They call it walking.
You want one as well, darling?
That's it. They're waking up.
Treat the wife.
Treat somebody else's wife.
It's a lot more fun if you don't get caught.
Hold on. You want one as well?
Show me a bit of life, then.
It's no good standing out there like one o'clock half-struck.
Buy them. You better buy them.
These are not stolen.
They just haven't been paid for, and we can't get them again.
They've changed the bloody locks.
Here. One for you.
It's no good coming back later when I've sold out.
"Too late, too late" will be the cry...
when the man with the bargains has passed you by.
If you've got no money on you now...
you'll be crying tears as big as October cabbages.
Bacon, cozzers!
Shit.
So I said I'm on the roam
So I need a car
And I know that I'm getting alive
And I say I got faith and a season
And I say that's where I'm going to...
Ed can hustle a few quid here and there...
but his real talent lies in cards and gambling with cards.
Bacon could see that his days...
of selling moody goods on street corners are numbered.
It's time to move on, and he knows it.
So I said I'm on the roam
So I need a car
And I know that I'm staying alive
And I know that my faith is in season
And I say...
What are you talking about?
I'm bloody skinny, pal.
Yeah. Of course you are. All right?
Nick the Greek, always a pleasure.
Tom, what have you been eating?
I've been telling him this.
Enough, already! You two, join me in my office.
So how much is it, Tom?
You know how much it is, Nick.
That includes the amp?
No, that does not include the amp.
Shit, Tom. I thought it included the amp.
Well, it doesn't.
I'll throw in one of these telephones...
but it does not include the amp.
Very nice.
I hope it includes the speakers.
It doesn't include the speakers, it doesn't include the amp...
and it's not supposed to include me...
getting the hump with your stupid questions.
Now, you want it, Nick, you buy it.
What else do I get with it?
A gold-plated Rolls-Royce, as long as you pay for it.
Don't know, Tom. Seems expensive.
Seems. Well, this seems to be a waste of my time.
That is nine hundred nicker in any shop...
you're lucky enough to find one in...
and you're complaining about two hundred.
What school of finance did you study?
It's a deal. It's a steal.
It's sale of the fucking century.
In fact, fuck it, Nick. I think I'll keep it.
All right, all right. Keep your alans on.
Here's a ton.
- Jesus Christ! - Jesus Christ!
You could choke a dozen donkeys on that.
And you're haggling over one hundred pound.
What do you do when you're not buying stereos, Nick...
finance revolutions?
One hundred pounds is still one hundred pounds.
Not when the price is two hundred pounds, it's not.
And certainly not when you've got...
Liberia's deficit in your sky-rocket.
Tighter than a duck's butt, you are.
Come on. Let me feel the fiber of your fabric.
The skinny one is Tom...
and he's the entrepreneur of the bunch.
He's got a couple of dirty little fingers...
in a couple of dirty little pies.
Nick here, however, has made it his business...
to have all twenty fat little fingers and toes...
in every dirty bent and stolen pie in London.
Between the two of them...
there ain't much you can't get ahold of.
That's my twenty-five grand. It's all there.
It took me a long time to earn that...
so you treat it with respect.
What about the chef?
What have you come as?
Cupid, stupid.
That's the last time I'm getting any more fruit off of you, Tom.
Do you call that fresh?
There was more small hairy armored things in your fruit...
then there was fruit.
You should open a butcher's, not a grocer's.
If you will order stuff from Katmandu...
don't be surprised if it picks up a few tourists en route.
Anyway, enough about that. Where's the money?
Oi! Keep your fingers out of my soup.
Soap is called "Soap"...
because he likes to keep his hands clean...
of any unlawful behavior.
He's proud of his job and even more proud that it's legal.
He represents the more sensible side of the four.
You sure you can afford twenty-five?
That depends on how you look at it.
I can afford it as long as I see it again.
Got the rest from the fat man and Bacon?
Fat man, Bacon, and myself.
Looks like it's time to make that call to Harry.
Who's this fat man, then, eh?
Eh?
Do you want a sandwich, Bacon?
It's not easy to take a seat...
at this card table.
The amount of money involved has to be 100 grand upwards...
and there's no shortage of punters.
The man who decides whether you can play or not...
is this man... Harry...
or as some, including himself, like to call him... Hatchet Harry.
You got it all?
One hundred grand.
Well, if you got it, you got it.
Now, if you don't mind...
What's this Eddie like, then?
He's a fucking thief.
Harry has a colleague...
a monster of a man... Barry the Baptist.
The Baptist got his name by drowning people for Hatchet.
Are you going to fucking pay?
Yeah, I'll pay. I said I'll pay. Aah!
Barry makes sure...
the administrative side of the business runs harmoniously.
The boy's got a rare ability.
He seems to make cards transparent.
All right. All right. So we can say he's good.
Oh, no. He's better than good.
He's a fucking liability.
Here, hold on. What do you think of these?
We're selling hundreds.
Very nice, Harry.
What's it for?
Oh, don't play innocent with me, Bazza.
Spanking.
Twenty-five from me, Tom, Soap, and yourself.
It's a hundred grand to the pound.
So why the fuck are you counting it?
Because I like to.
A reasonable return should be in the region of 120 grand.
That's for 25 grand invested, going on previous experience.
Going on optimism.
Whatever it's going on, it should be enough...
to send you on a cooking course.
You're not funny, Tom.
You're fat and look as though you should be, but you're not.
Fat? Who are you calling...
Jesus! It's good in here, isn't it?
Handy for the tube, great electrics.
I can see why you moved in.
Don't knock it. It's "cheap," like the budgie.
Nobody wants to live next to the people we live next to.
A bit antisocial, to say the least.
What do you mean?
He means they're thieving bastards.
I mean, when they're not picking peanuts out of poop...
they rip off unfortunate souls of their hard-earned drugs.
Not exactly thick, these walls.
Nice work. Get yourself a drink.
Is that it?
How many times do I have to tell you, Plank?
You find us a job worth doing...
you'll find your share improving.
Have you got a problem with that?
Charlie?
Police and thieves in the street
Fighting the nation with their
Guns and ammunition
You know, Charles, this gear is getting heavier.
I've a strong suspicion we should have been...
rocket scientists...
or Nobel Peace Prize winners or something.
Peace Prize?
Ooh. Be lucky to find your penis for a piss...
the amount you keep smoking.
Who the hell's that?
All right, Willie?
Does it look like I'm all right? Take this.
I'm in danger of breaking sweat at any second.
Charles, why have we got that cage?
Uh, security?
That's right.
That's right. Security.
So what's the point in having it...
if we're not going to fucking use it?
I would have used it, Winston, but this is Willie...
and Willie lives here.
Yes, Charles, but you didn't know it was Willie...
until you opened the door, did you?
Chill, Winston.
It's me. Charlie knows it's me.
What's the problem?
The problem is, Willie, that Charles and yourself...
are not the quickest of cats at the best of times...
so just do as I say and keep the fucking cage locked!
What is that?
That's Gloria.
Yes, I know that's Gloria.
What's that?
Uh, fertilizer.
You went out six hours ago to buy a money counter...
and you come back with a semiconscious Gloria...
and a bag of fertilizer.
Alarm bells are ringing, Willie.
We need fertilizer.
Mm-hmm. We also need a money counter.
This money's got to be out by Thursday.
I'm buggered if I'm going to count it.
Oh, and if you do have to buy sodding fertilizer...
could you just be a little more subtle?
What do you mean?
We grow copious amounts of ganja, yeah?
Yeah.
You're carrying a wasted girl and a bag of fertilizer.
You don't look like your average horti-fucking-culturalist.
That's what I mean, Willie.
One, two, get down
Paid the cost to be the boss
I paid the cost to be the boss
Look at me...
How long has he been in there, son?
About twenty minutes.
He's on his own?
Yeah. Just carrying a bag.
Let's pay him a little visit, then, shall we?
See a bad mother
Big Chris settles debts for Harry.
The only thing he cares more about than an unsettled debt...
is his son and heir, Little Chris.
Look at me
Know what you see?
See a bad mother
Shh!
This is one of them high-powered jobs, isn't it?
Ohh!
Some bad news for you, John.
What the fuck?
You mind your language in front of the boy.
Jesus Christ!
That includes blasphemy as well.
Now, tell me, John...
how can you be concentrating on improving this lovely tan...
and it is a lovely tan, by the way...
when you've got more pressing priorities at hand?
Tell Harry...
I mean Mr. Harry...
I've been busy. I'm nearly there.
Check his locker, son.
I don't suppose there's any chance of you...
lifting this sun bed up, Chris, is there?
He's not poor.
He's got over a monkey here, and that's just in his wallet.
Fucking hell, John...
you always walk around with that in your pocket?
Use language like that again, you'll wish you hadn't.
Sorry, Dad.
Right. Put the rest of the stuff in that.
You can go home in a plastic bag tonight, John.
You owe what you owe...
and by the time this tan's faded...
you want to have paid.
You never would have paid.
Who would pay for shit?
Yeah. Exactly. I mean, we had to do certain...
What the hell are you doing here?
Why? What's up?
Let me guess. My foot in your ass.
Game of cards... Hatchet Harry?
You're supposed to be getting your rest in, boy.
You playing cards tonight, son?
With Harry?
Oh, don't be silly, Dad.
I wouldn't have anything to do with that.
Where did he get a hundred grand?
He's got some adhesive mates.
I mean, they're like brothers.
They've tossed up between them.
And J.D. is his dad and owns the whole property?
No mortgage, no debts.
Lock, stock, the fucking lot.
Don't you worry, Harry.
I've got it under control.
Good. You can get this under control now.
It seems Lord Appleton Smythe has run out of money...
and these little beauties are up for auction.
But I'm not paying a quarter of a million quid for them...
if you know what I mean, Barry.
Make sure we get everything from inside the gun cabinet.
I don't want to know who you use...
as long as they're not complete muppets.
And don't tell them what they're worth, Barry.
In the cool of the evening
When everything is getting kinda groovy
Right. Where was we?
Shotguns?
What, like guns that fire shot?
Oh, you must be the brains, then.
That's right. Guns that fire shots.
Make sure you bring everything from inside the gun cabinet.
There will be a load of old guns.
That's all I want.
Everything else outside the cabinet you can keep.
Oh, thank you very much.
There had better be something there for us.
It's a fucking stately home.
Of course there will be something there.
- Like what? - Like fucking antiques.
Antiques?
What the fuck do we know about antiques?
- We rob post offices. - And steal cars.
What the fuck do we know about antiques, mate?
If it looks old, it's worth money. Simple.
So stop fucking moaning and rob the place.
So who's the guv? Who are we doing this for?
You're doing it for me is all you need to know.
You know because you need to know.
I see. One of those...
"on a need-to-know basis" things, is it?
Like one of those James Bond films.
Careful. Remember who's giving you this job.
Right. I'm off.
Call me when you're done.
Ta-ta.
Fucking northern monkeys.
I hate these fucking southern fairies.
You always keep me guessing
I never seem to know what you are thinking
Ed has been playing cards...
since he could lift them up...
and he soon discovered that he had a big advantage.
It's not that he's good with cards...
or even good at counting them.
It's that he's good with reading peoples' reactions...
no matter how subtle.
And everybody has reactions...
...especially when it comes to money.
Hold my hand
Love is kinda crazy
With a spooky little boy like you
Spooky
- Invitations. - Invitations?
Yeah. Invitations.
Four pretty, white pieces of paper with your names on.
We've got 100,000 bits of paper with the Queen's head on.
Will that do?
All right. Just you.
The others, they can wait next door in Samoan Jo's.
Samoan Jo's? You mean the pub. Hold on.
Hold on to your fucking tongue...
and I will hold on to my patience, OK, sonny?
No one in here tonight but card players...
and I do mean no one.
Evening, Frazer, Don, Phil.
It's a bit dramatic, isn't it?
Is this supposed to be symbolic?
Apparently it's for security.
I'd have brought my gloves if I'd have known.
You must be Eddie, J.D.'s son.
You must be Harry.
Sorry, didn't know your father.
Never mind, son.
You just might meet him if you carry on like that.
Evening, Tanya. Been a while.
All right, Ed.
Right. We call each other "Kenny," OK, Gary?
All right, Kenny.
You going to put your stocking on or what?
I've just spent two hundred and twenty quid on me hair.
If you think I'm pulling a stocking over it...
you're very much mistaken.
You're going to have to put something on.
This is three-card brag, gentlemen.
Three threes are the highest...
then three aces, then running down accordingly.
Then it's a running flush, a run, a flush, and then a pair.
An open man can't see a blind man...
and it will cost you twice the ante to see your opponent.
Now, don't fuck around, fellas.
You all know the rules...
and you know I won't stand for it.
What are you doing? Put that back!
We're here to rob the guns.
Put it back. It's crap anyway.
Come on. Come ahead.
What sort of pub is this, then?
It's a Samoan pub.
What's that?
It's a cocktail. You asked for a cocktail.
No. I asked you to give me a refreshing drink.
I wasn't expecting a fucking rain forest.
You could fall in love with an orangutan in that.
You want a pint, go to the pub.
I thought this was a pub.
It's a Samoan pub.
Well, whatever it is...
can you get your man to turn the TV down?
You can ask him if you like.
If I was you, I'd leave him well alone.
Here. Get rid of that.
Bring us a Diet Coke.
Excuse me. Can you turn that TV down?
No.
- Ooh! - Ooh!
Whoa! Whoa, Kenny!
What are you doing?
I am trying to find out where they keep their money.
You twat. Can't you see these people have got no money?
They can't even afford new furniture.
We've got the guns. What's the matter with you?
Every time we do a job...
you have to go burning peoples' feet.
What's wrong with you?
You want to be more careful, old fella.
You very nearly took my man's head...
clean off with that.
You all right, Kenny?
Kenny?
Ten grand... blind.
Twenty grand... open.
Deep end, eh?
Fold.
Gotcha.
Twenty grand... open.
I'll fold.
Don't go spending that all at once, boy.
Bloody hell.
What?
I thought you said there'd be no staff, Barry.
Did you get those guns?
You want to see what they did to poor Gary?
Gary! Gary!
I said, did you get those guns?
Yes! We got them!
Good. I'll speak to you later.
Gary, if you can hear me...
get back in the car now, mate, OK?
Barry? Barry?
Fucking, sodding, shandy-drinking bastard.
Gary!
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Your nose is longer than a telephone wire
Best be heedin' what I'm sayin'
You've been out all night
Know you've been bad
Don't tell me different
Know it's a lie
Come to me, honey, see how I cry
Why must you hurt me, do what you do?
Listen here, girl, can't you see I love you?
Make a little effort, try to be true
I'll be happy, not so blue
Owww!
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Your nose is longer than a telephone wire
You keep on tellin' me those lies
Soon going out with other guys
Give me my money!
Give me back my money, you fucking snakes!
Take my advice, won't be long
Give me my money!
Give me back my money! Give it back!
Wankers!
Come on. Not now, please.
Not... Oh, you fucking bastard.
Fucking bastard.
Oh, my good God.
We'll take you to the cleaners.
Twenty grand... open.
Thirty thousand.
Back to you already, Eddie.
Fifty grand.
Eighty grand.
One hundred grand.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Look, fellas, I know...
I know you're not in...
which means no one cares what you know.
Two hundred fifty.
That's quite a raise.
That's one hundred and fifty on my one hundred.
Yeah.
And is there anything else you want to say?
As you know, this puts us in an awkward position.
I don't have enough to continue.
We will have to see both your cards...
if no one loans Eddie the money to continue.
It's a loan, or we see both your cards.
I will.
You will what?
I will loan you the money.
No. I think I'd rather just turn them over.
I'm not interested in what you would rather.
I want to keep going.
I'm also offering you the money.
We don't have to turn them over because you can borrow.
I need two hundred and fifty grand.
No. You need five hundred grand to see me.
That's if I want to see you.
You're going to have a problem carrying on.
I'll see you.
OK, before I loan you this...
I expect... if you lose, of course...
my money back within a week.
Crystal?
That's Sunday, OK?
Is that it?
Now let's see his fucking cards.
So messed up
I want you here
In my room
I want you here
Now we're gonna be face-to-face
And I'll lay right down in my favorite place
And now I wanna be your dog
Well, come on
Hello, boy. Feeling a bit poorly?
I know your friends are responsible...
for most of the cash...
so I'm going to give you one week to find it.
Otherwise, I will take a finger...
off each of you and your friends' hands...
for every day that passes without payment.
And then when you run out of digits...
your dad's bar, and who knows what then.
All right, my son?
I've been thinking about
What you have done to me
The damage is much deeper then you'll ever see
Hit me like a hammer to my head...
This doesn't look good.
I wonder, were you pushed
Or were you led?
He then proceeded to explain...
the unfortunate position they were in.
Harry was going to start...
sizing up all their fingers in a week...
because he knew there was no way...
Ed could settle that debt on his own.
Harry saw it as their money on the table...
so it was also their debt off the table.
Ed would hate to admit it...
but he could have kissed the old bastard for that.
If he said he wanted to settle the debt on his own...
it would have been a lie.
Now, I wish to Christ...
he would have let me settle the debt on my own.
I'm going to kill him!
Stop fucking about, Tom...
and think about what we're going to do.
Now, sit down.
What's all the fuss about Harry?
Why don't we just boycott the payment?
Let me tell you about Hatchet Harry.
Once there was this geezer...
called Smithy Robinson who worked for Harry.
It was rumored that he was on the take.
Harry's invited Smithy around for an explanation.
Smithy didn't do a very good job.
Within a minute, Harry's lost his rag...
reached out for the nearest thing at hand...
which happened to be a fifteen-inch black rubber cock.
He then proceeded to batter poor Smithy to death with it.
Now, that was seen as a pleasant way to go.
Hence, Hatchet Harry is a man you pay if you owe.
Don't worry. I'll think of something.
I've been thinking about
What you have done to me
The damage is much deeper then you'll ever see
Hit me like a hammer to my head
I wonder, were you pushed, or were you led?
Why did you do it?
Why did you do that thing to me?
Golf... the best way to spoil a good walk.
Winston Churchill said that.
I say it's a dog-eat-dog world.
And I've got bigger teeth then you two.
I think our friend is trying to tell us something.
Perhaps not.
Perhaps I should take another swing just to make sure.
Give me a five-iron, John.
Certainly, Dog.
Now, keep still.
Yes, Gordon, is there something you'd like to tell us?
It's in the fireplace.
Shut it, you idiot! He'll... Aah!
Yes, Gordon, you were saying?
It's in the fireplace.
Just pull it out. It's in the bottom.
It's in the fireplace, Plank.
Just pull it out. It's in the bottom.
Oh, Dog, I think you want to have a look at this.
You going to let me down now?
No. I'm not finished with you yet.
Steel.
Help!
Help! Aah!
Oh, Dog.
Who the hell is that?
It's only twelve o'clock.
Use the cage. That's what it's there for.
Who is it?
We have got security for a reason, Willie.
Chill, Winston. It's only Plank.
This weed's getting quite a rep, you know, fellas.
All right? Easy.
Jesus!
Never saw you there.
Hello, love. Enjoying yourself?
Is she compos?
What do you think?
Boo!
Fuck me!
Clean that up, Charles.
Sod you. You clean it up.
Sorry, fellas, but that stupid cow...
scared the fucking life out of me.
Never mind. Can you just sit down...
stay out of the way?
How much is it you want?
I'm after a half weight.
Right. Well, that's fifteen hundred, then.
Pass the scales, Willie.
Give us some gear, J.
Any chance of actually seeing the, uh, money?
The odds are a hundred to one.
All as we need is five grand.
I'd rather put my money on a three-legged rocking horse.
The odds are a hundred to one for a good reason, Bacon.
It won't win.
Where's Eddie?
Where do you think?
The bottom of a bottle and has been for two days.
It's hit him hard.
It's hit us all hard.
Yeah, but he's got to tell his dad...
he's about to lose his bar.
Listen to this one.
You open up a company...
called "Ass Ticklers Faggots Fan Club."
You take out an advert...
in the back page of some gay mag...
advertising the latest in ass-intruding dildos.
You sell it with, I don't know...
"Does what no other dildo can do until now.
"The latest and greatest in sexual technology.
"Guaranteed results or your money back."
All that bollocks.
These dils cost twenty-five quid a pop.
That's a snip for the amount of pleasure...
they're going to give the recipients.
But they send their checks...
to the other company name, nothing offensive...
"Bobbie's Bits" or something... for twenty-five quid.
You take that twenty-five quid...
you stick it in the bank until it clears.
Now, this is the smart bit.
You send back the check for twenty-five pound...
from the other company name...
"Ass Ticklers Faggots Fan Club..."
saying, "We're sorry"...
and "We couldn't get the supplies from America...
"because they've run out of stock."
Now, you see how many people cash that check.
Not a single soul...
because who wants their bank manager to know...
they tickle ass when they're not paying in checks?
So how long do you have to wait until you see the return?
Probably no more than four weeks.
A month? So what fucking good is that if we need it in six...
no, five days.
Well, it's still a good idea.
He may know we smoke a lot and burn a bit of profit...
but he can't have any idea...
how much hard currency we've accumulated.
I don't know.
Do you know?
We can just slice it off the top.
You guys got to realize who this chap is.
Might look a bit silly, but he's a fucking lunatic.
And if he gets the slightest inkling...
we're not throwing straight dice...
then you and me are going to know...
what the sharp side of a kebab knife feels like.
So you know these geezers well?
Well enough.
I've been buying gear off one of them for a couple years.
What are they like, then?
Poofs. Nothing heavy.
Four public schoolboys. Soft as shite.
They ponce around in funny hippie clothes...
all day talking bollocks.
They're just good at growing weed, that's all.
Business has got bigger than what they can keep up with.
They can't all be stupid, can they?
Think about it.
They've got a container-load of cash in shoe boxes.
They're selling Class "A" gear.
Don't you think there might be someone sensible involved?
What about security?
There's one steel gate as you go in...
but they never lock it.
What do you mean, never lock it?
What have they got it there for, then?
I must have been there fifty times.
It's never locked. They're not suspicious.
Everyone who goes there is a toff.
They're into that karma crap.
"If I don't harm nobody, nobody harms me" stuff.
No way they can get back to you?
Even if they could, they'd be too shit scared.
I'm a geezer.
They've got no muscle. Gutless faggots.
Fancy one?
What's all the flapping about?
You told the old man yet?
Hoping I won't need to.
I've got a plan.
Now, listen carefully.
Hello, boys.
Harry.
Do you want a drink?
Hello, my son. Do you want a lolly?
Piss off, you nonce.
Oi! Watch it.
No, thanks, Harry. We're both all right.
Nice shooter.
Yeah. One of a pair.
Holland and Holland.
Do you want to hold it?
No. Not my thing. Thanks, Harry.
Business good? I imagine that's why I'm here.
Four young fellas got in deeper than they could handle.
They owe me half a million pound.
How much?
Half a million.
I'm game.
Me, too.
Oh, God.
Right.
We hit them as soon as they come back.
We'll be prepared, waiting.
And they're armed.
What was that? Armed?
What do you mean, armed?
Armed with what?
Uh, bad breath, colorful language, feather duster.
What do you think? Guns, you tit!
Guns? You never said anything about guns.
A minute ago, this was the safest job in the world.
Now it's turning into a bad day in Bosnia.
Soap, stop being such a mincer.
I've thought about that, and...
And what, exactly?
And... all we have to do is find out who's carrying them.
They could all be carrying them, for what we know.
No. Only one of them carries them going to the job...
so I assume the same one...
will be carrying them when they come back from the job.
You assume, do you?
And what do they say...
about assumption being the brother of all fuckups?
It's the mother of all fuckups, stupid.
Well, brother, mother, any other sucker...
it don't make any difference.
They're still fucking guns...
and they still fire fucking bullets.
Soap, if you have a better idea...
how to get five hundred thousand pounds...
in the next few days...
let us know.
In the meantime, Tom...
you talk to Nick the Bubble about shifting the weed.
Weed?
No, it's not normal weed.
It's some fucked up skunk Class "A."
I can't think, let alone move shit.
Doesn't sound very good to me.
No, neither me. But it depends what flicks your switch...
and the light is on and burning brightly for the masses.
Anyway, do you know anyone?
I know a man, yes.
Rory Breaker.
Not that madman with an afro?
I don't want anything to do with him.
You won't have to. Just get me a sample.
No can-do.
What's that, a place near Katmandu?
Meet me halfway, mate.
Look, it's all completely chicken soup.
It's what?
It's kosher as Christmas.
The Jews don't celebrate Christmas, Tom.
Yeah, well, never mind that.
I'm going to need some artillery, too.
Couple of sawn-off shotguns.
This is a bit heavy.
This is London, not the Lebanon.
Who do you think I am?
I think you're Nick the Greek.
Hold those two.
I don't normally have anything to do with weed, Nick...
but if it is what he says it is...
I'll take it off him for three and a half grand a key.
That is, if it is what he says it is.
I don't want to see it after a sample.
I don't want to touch it after a sample.
I'll leave you in the capable hands of Nathan here.
He'll sort out the details.
But just let me tell you one thing.
If the milk turns out to be sour...
I ain't the kind of pussy to drink it.
Do you know what I mean?
Rory Breaker.
Rory? Yeah, I know Rory.
He's not to be underestimated.
He's a funny-looking fucker, I know...
but you've got to look past the hair...
and the cute, cuddly thing.
It's all a deceptive facade.
A few nights ago...
Rory's Roger iron rusted...
so he's gone down the Battle Cruiser...
to watch the end of a football game.
No one's watching the custard, so he switches the channel over.
A fat geezer's north opens...
and he wanders up and turns the Liza over.
"Now, fuck off and watch it somewhere else."
Rory knows claret is imminent...
but he doesn't want to miss the end of the game...
so calm as a coma...
picks up a fire extinguisher...
walks straight past the jam rolls...
who were ready for action...
and plunks it outside the entrance.
He then orders an Aristotle...
of the most ping-pong tiddly in the nuclear sub...
and switches back to his footer.
"That's fucking it," says the geezer.
"That's fucking what?" says Rory...
and he gobs out a mouthful of booze, covering Fatty.
He flicks a flaming match into his bird's nest...
and the geezer's lit up like a leaking gas pipe.
Rory, unfazed, turns back to his game.
His team's won, too, four-nil.
Oi! Is your hair supposed to look like that?
- All right, short stuff. - Never mind short stuff.
The next time we do a job like this...
we're going to want more money, Barry...
or we're going back to post offices and cars.
Where's the others?
There was no others.
Stop fucking around.
The others. The old ones.
I don't know what you mean.
There were two old guns there.
Where are they now?
Not in the cabinet, there wasn't.
There was a couple of old hammerlock muskets...
the butler was carrying, but they were ours.
We sold them.
You better un-sell them, sharpish.
We had to sell them. We needed the money.
I'm not fucking interested.
If you don't want to be counting the fingers you haven't got...
I suggest you get those guns quick!
Jesus.
If I pick them up, will they stay in one piece?
Where did you get them?
I got contacts.
Listen, Tom, you point them at me...
I'll shit myself or do whatever you say to do.
Either way, you get the desired effect.
They look very nice, I agree, but...
well, they're lacking in criminal credibility.
I might get laughed at.
How much do you want for these muskets?
Seven hundred each.
What's that? A pound for every year they've been about?
I know they're antiques...
but I ain't paying antique prices.
They're a bit long, ain't they?
Sawn-offs are out. People want a bit more range these days.
Range?
I don't want to blow the ass out of this country, granted...
but I don't want anyone blowing a raspberry at me, either.
I want to look fucking mean.
Of course you'll look mean.
You'll look really scary.
Anyway, enough about that.
What about this geezer who sells drugs?
Rory Breaker's standing by.
You stand to make a lot of money, tubby Tommy.
I understand if this has come as a bit of a shock...
but let me tell you how this can be resolved...
by you, the good father.
Go on.
He likes your bar.
Yes.
He wants your bar.
And?
Do you want me to draw you a picture?
That boy doesn't know his asshole from his earhole.
This is my bar. It's got nothing to do with him.
What, and I care?
Remember, you do have the luxurious advantage...
of being able to sustain your son's life.
And you do have a reputation...
so I choose my words very carefully.
You tell Harry to go fuck himself.
Now...
I'll put that down to shock...
only once.
Only once can I or shall I let you get away with that.
Your son's got three days to find half a mil.
But make up your mind which you prefer...
your bar or your son.
Plank goes in first.
There's a cage, but it's never locked, is it, Plank?
Never.
It don't want to be.
Once he's got himself set, he gets the rest of us in.
Now we get nasty with a couple of them...
shoot them up, gag them, whatever.
These wankers shouldn't give us any problems...
but like any cowboys...
there will be a few tools lying around.
When the job's done...
we come straight back here and unload...
and Robert's your father's brother.
Everyone savvy?
- Sweet. - Sweet.
Have a look at these.
And what are we supposed to do with these?
Put them on your head, stupid!
Christ.
If you think I'm going to turn up there clean-shaven...
and greet them with a grin on my face...
you got another thing coming.
Now, these fellas, they're your neighbors.
I thought it might be a good idea...
to disguise ourselves a little.
Right. Uh, yeah.
Good thinking, Soap. Well done.
I brought weapons, as well.
Weapons? What do you mean, weapons?
These.
Jesus!
Let's keep them covered up, eh?
Couldn't you have gotten anything a bit bigger?
What, like that?
What do you think?
I think you need help.
Bar steward, can we have a couple of drinks, please?
Have you seen your dad?
Hatchet sent one of his men round.
Oh, shit. When?
Crazy...
Where did you get these, a fucking museum?
Nick the Greek. Pow!
How much did you part with?
Seven hundred for the pair.
Drachmas, I hope.
I'd feel safer with a chicken drumstick.
These are going to do more harm than good.
Jesus, Tom. Do these work?
Don't know. Look nice, though, don't they?
I rather like them.
That's top of the list of priorities, that is.
Ladies.
Back to more important issues, if you don't mind.
We have only got two real guns.
Apparently, that's what they are.
So we find a good place to hide next door.
We wait till it sounds like the right time...
then we Jack-in-the-box, look nasty and stuff...
cocoon them in gaffer tape...
nick their van, swap the gear into the new van...
and bring it all back here.
As long as we're all out of our hiding places quickly...
it's the last thing they're going to expect.
Oh, and if Tom or anyone else, for that matter...
feels like giving them a bit of a kicking...
I'm sure it won't do any harm.
Yeah. A little bit of pain never hurt anybody...
if you know what I mean.
Also, I think knives are a good idea...
big fuck-off shiny ones...
ones that look like they could skin a crocodile.
Knives are good because they don't make any noise...
and the less noise they make...
the more likely we are to use them.
Shit them right up.
Makes it look like we're serious.
Guns for show, knives for a pro.
Soap, is there something we should know about you?
I'm not sure what's more worrying...
the job or your past.
Come on, girls.
Where the fuck are they going?
Shift a piano?
I thought this was meant to be a robbery.
Where did they get those outfits?
Not a bad idea, that.
All right. It's Plank. Is Willie there?
No. I'm afraid he's not. He's out at the moment.
Perhaps you can help.
Well, perhaps I can't, Plank, if you know what I mean.
Look, if you could just open the door...
so I could talk without shouting.
I can't help you, Plank.
I think you'll find it is in your interest.
Hold on, OK?
Look, Willie, it's Plank outside for you.
He says it's in our interest.
Listen. I don't care if it's King fucking Kong!
He's not coming in here, not today.
Hold on. We are in business...
and correct me if I'm wrong, but that is business.
Corrected.
That's a walking accident. That we can do without.
Jesus, he's OK.
He knows only to buy weights now.
We're looking at at least a couple of thou.
What do you think, Winston?
Willie, this is the last time.
All right?
But you and the money are going out the back.
If he knows you're here, he'll be all day.
Just clear this shit up.
What... now?
Yes! Now!
Just get rid of him quick.
All right. Just coming.
What the fuck is he doing?
Come on.
I can't wait out here all day!
All right. Just coming.
I thought you was going to leave me out there all day.
I didn't know you were a removals man.
Lives and learns, don't you?
Keep the gates locked now?
Yeah. Sorry.
Got to do business like this now.
Can't be too careful these days.
I know. Shut it!
You say a word, the right ear goes, then your left!
What are you doing, Plank?
What do you think I'm doing? Hang on. What are you doing?
Unlock the gate!
Oi, I said, unlock the fucking gate!
That's it. Go, go, go! Fucking move!
What the fuck's going on?
Hang on, I've got the keys.
The gate's locked.
I don't believe the fucking gate's locked.
What you done to Fauntleroy?
I didn't touch him. He passed out.
Shut the door! D'you want the world to see?
What's going on down there?
Shit!
Charles, get the rifle out.
We're being fucked.
It must be this one.
Hold that gun. Plank, give me the keys.
Don't point that at my bollocks!
Planks of wood. I'm working with fucking planks of wood.
Shit! What the fuck is that?
What the fuck's that?
It's my Bren gun.
Haven't you got something more practical?
Don't none of you slags move. I'll kill the lot of you!
Who you gonna kill, Plank? There's no one there.
Aaagh! They fucking shot me!
Well, shoot 'em back.
Jesus, Plank! Couldn't you get smokeless cartridges?
Shit, I've been shot.
I don't believe this. Could everyone stop getting shot?
John, sit down and patch yourself up, you tart!
It's a fucking air rifle!
- What the fuck was that? - The Bren gun.
Fire that gun again, you're a dead man.
No ifs, no buts, you're a dead man!
I've got bollock ache with this. Where's my fucking gun?
Now I've got your attention. Firstly, I'll blow his toes off.
There go his toes.
If you want me out of here, open the fucking gate
or I'm gonna blow his leg off!
They're gonna kill us if we do, man.
Poor J'll certainly get it if we don't. He's serious.
I'm losing patience. Hurry up, girls!
It's all fucking right!
Willie, he doesn't know you're here...
Sort something out.
And all your friends, there's a good lad.
- There's only three of us here. - I don't believe you.
- I'm gonna blow his leg off. - There's only three of us!
- Plank? - Yeah, one of 'em's out.
0pen the gate.
Up, up, up, there's a good lad.
John, get them tied up. Plank, where's the money?
In those shoe-boxes.
- Where? - 0ut the back.
- And the weed? - 0ut the back.
- Point. - With what?
- Your hands! - I'm tied up.
Nod your head or something.
Check it out. Plank, get Paul out that van lively.
Knife.
I'm gonna cut him. Make sure he knows he's dead.
How you doing, Mick?
How d'you think? He's nearly chopped my arm off.
Jesus Christ.
Gordon Bennett.
What the fuck's been going on here?
Shut up, you idiot. It's Hanukkah.
Don't just stand there.
Can you fit it all in?
There's a lot...I can't get Epping Forest in my van.
Bollocks to can't.
You'll fit it all in if you have to make two trips.
Bollocks!
If you don't move it, we will move it.
- I'll only be a minute. - You've already been 15.
- Come and have a look. - At what, exactly?
- The van's half full. - So?
All I've got to do is fill it up, put you in it...
What?
..and I'm off.
Can you carry more than one bag this time?
- I can't. My neck, Dog. - How many more bags?
Just a couple.
Mick, you dead yet?
I'll be all right. 0nce I've dealt with that lanky prick.
Do it quietly.
Time to say "Goodnight, nurse".
Where the fuck did she come from?
Tie her up. We're out of here.
What you doing, Ed?
D'you want one?
No, I fucking don't. You cannot make tea, Edward.
The British Empire was built on cups of tea.
And look what happened.
If you think I'm going to war without one, you're mistaken.
Going to war with what?
Have you forgotten those guns, you dozy prat?
You won't get away with this.
- Paul, what's that? - It's a traffic warden.
What's he doing in the back of the van?
He was gonna call the cozzers.
Fair enough - we'll deal with him later.
How we doing, Tom?
Right as rain.
I'm gonna take care of the cabs.
Keep us posted.
Do you do airports?
Where are we gonna hide?
Don't complicate things. Just hide.
0w! Fuck!
We're on.
They weigh a pound or two!
Shut up and back up!
Spin round, big boy.
Fuck!
Stay down. Stay down!
Tie 'em up. Tape 'em up. Hands and face.
0n the floor!
Bend over the fucking desk.
Keys. I want keys, now.
'Course you will, sweetheart.
I'll find ya.
What d'you think this is? Fucking hide and seek?
That one. Search that one.
Right, I'll see you in the van,
when you've finished with handsome.
Jesus. That wasn't too bad, was it?
When the bottle in my arse has contracted, I'll let you know.
Bacon, see what we've got.
Let's have a butchers.
We've hit the jackpot, lads.
We've got God knows how much of this stinking weed.
A shitload of cash.
And a traffic warden.
What?
Jesus, Ed. We got a traffic warden.
I think he's still alive.
He's got claret coming out of him somewhere.
What did they want with a traffic warden?
I don't know. I don't think we need him.
Knock him out and dump him at the lights.
What d'you mean, knock him out? With what?
Use your imagination.
Don't touch him up. Knock him out.
I'll knock you out!
You wanna knock him out, you knock him out.
I fucking hate traffic wardens.
It's about time you gave my young friends a visit, Chris.
Tomorrow's the day and mum's the word.
I can't have that, can I, Baz?
No, Harry, you can't.
I mean, it's a liberty.
I can't have a liberty taken, can I, Chris?
No, Harry, you can't.
I mean, it's enough to give me the arsehole.
I can't have the arsehole, can I, boys?
No, Harry, you can't.
that I won't find 'em.
All right, that's it. We're done.
We're off.
Ed, are you sure it's a good idea taking this back to yours?
It's the only place we can, and the last place they'll look.
Anyway, fuck it. The battle is over and the war is won.
Tom, take this to Nick the Bubble and get rid of it quick.
This skunk is as good as it gets.
All right. We'll take it. Half price.
I don't think he'll like that.
You said three five a key. That's a good price.
Now it's today, if I'm not mistaken.
We'll take it tomorrow. Half price.
If he wants to get rid of it quick, he'll have to take it.
Look, I've got a race coming up, so if you'd be kind enough...
Lenny,
take that round to Snow White and the three little chemists.
They should have a gander at that.
I want a second opinion.
Hang on a minute, Nathan, something stinks.
Yeah, your fucking aftershave.
Fuck you, funny man.
For God's sake, help me.
I'm in pain. I'm in so much pain!
Go in slowly, Nathan.
Fuck you, funny man. You go first.
Get the fuck in there!
I want this house searched for bugs, stripped.
Even if there was a bug, they'd have taken it with 'em.
Bit late to start thinking.
If it's a possibility, that's good enough for me.
Then I want every slag this side of Ceylon pulled in
and tortured...badly.
I want to know who's responsible for this,
otherwise I hold you responsible.
Not a bad day.
That pile takes care of Harry.
What's left over?
Give me half a chance to count it.
What about this gear, then?
0h, what, you want a toke on that?
No. I don't want any of that horrible shit.
Can we lock up and get drunk now, please?
We shot one of them... in the...er, throat.
What d'you want, a medal?
I'll shoot you if I don't get my ganja back.
The one you shot. Is he still in there?
No, it was another one.
That's more like it. Where is he?
Well, they...they took him with.
He's still, still alive.
What did you shoot him with? An air gun?
Look, we grow weed. We're not mercenaries.
You don't say.
Who could it be? Where do we start, Rory?
Mr Breaker.
Today, my name is Mr Breaker.
You think this is a coincidence?
This white shite steals my things
and thinks he can sell it back to me!
He's got less brains than you, Lenny!
Get Nick - the greasy wop
shistos pezavengy gammore Greek bastard round here now,
if he's stupid enough to be on this planet.
? Come with me, I'll fill you with desire
? Take my hand and we'll walk this land together ?
Your stupidity might be your one saving grace.
Uuh?
Don't uuh me, Greek boy.
How is it your fucking stupid, soon-to-be-dead friends
thought that they could steal my cannabis
and then sell it back to me?
Is this a declaration of war?
Is this some white cunt's joke?
'Cause I'm not fucking laughing, Ni-ko-las!
You couldn't have known my position,
'cause you're not that stupid that if you did,
you wouldn't have turned up here scratching your arse,
with that "what's going on" look on your chevy chase.
But you do know where these people live.
If you hold back anything, I'll kill you.
If you bend the truth, or I think you are, I'll kill you.
If you forget anything, I'll kill you.
In fact, you'll have to work very hard to stay alive, Nick.
Do you understand everything I've said?
Because if you don't, I'll kill you.
Now, Mr Bubble and Squeak... you may enlighten me.
So we've got a bit of a problem, ain't we?
Er, well...yeah, we do.
In fact, this is a bit more than a bit of a problem.
It's the Mount fucking Everest of problems!
The reason it's such a fucking monstrosity of a problem is...
you haven't got the first idea who did this to us, have you?
We've been up all night. It's no one from round here.
We've had 'em all lined up against the wall.
If it was a toerag from the manor, we'd know.
- We'd know. - You'd fucking know!
You wouldn't know if it was the next door neighbours!
Get out there and find them!
I'm sick of the fucking sight of you!
"Scarface" - I've watched "Scarface".
If you want to know how to do a drug deal, watch "Scarface".
That really inspires confidence.
This guy, Rory Breaker...
Rory Breaker - psychotic black dwarf with an afro?
That'll be the same man, yes.
I've heard of him - he's a fucking lunatic.
He can afford the deal at the price we're selling.
It's not worth him giving us any trouble.
He knows we'll be a pain in the arse. Who needs that?
I'd take a pain in the arse for half a million quid.
You'd take a pain in the arse for air miles.
The fatter you get, the sadder you get.
Will you stop flirting for a minute?
After we pay Hatchet, this deal puts us up...
nearly £200,000 each.
Not bad for a morning's work, I think you'll agree.
So they had the cash.
And the puff.
Cheeky bastards. Count it.
Shit, Dog. There's a lot.
Do you want to do it next door?
We're not going next door
till we've flayed them dead men walking.
We'll count it upstairs.
I don't want them to see you fingering the money.
Dog, look...
Give us it here...dozy bastard.
Check your guns. Get yourselves well hid.
Wait till they get right inside the door, then give it 'em.
Give me them shooters, you can use your own.
Yeah.
That's no way to answer the phone.
Is that you, Dean?
It's Lord fucking Lucan. Who do you think it is?
What can I do for you?
Those guns I sold you, I need them back.
Not likely. I don't think I'll be seeing them again.
I've got the money to pay for them.
I'm sure you do. But you don't understand.
I ain't seeing them or the guns again.
We can't get them.
If we can't get them, we can't get them.
You'll have to get them.
We made a deal for everything inside the cabinet.
Inside, outside - I don't give a shit.
Get those guns, because if you don't...
Yeah, Bazza, or what?
Have you heard of Harry Lonsdale?
0therwise known as "Hack You Up With an Hatchet Harry"?
Well, this is...
James Bond, need-to-know time.
When you dance with the devil, you wait for the song to stop.
Know what I mean?
I mean find 'em, torture 'em and kill 'em.
And bring back what belongs to me.
Because if you don't, your family's bang in trouble.
Who was that?
That was Harry Horrible Hatchet.
Jesus, I've heard of him.
Shit, they were his fucking guns we sold.
We've got to find them.
No fucking about, Nick. Where can I find those guns?
Six black cocks and a little white kitten
sitting on the side of the road.
We're gonna do a proper decoration job.
I want the grey skies of London illuminated.
I want that house painted red.
All right, there's this brass standing on the corner.
Dwarf walks up to her carrying a suitcase...
Winston there is gonna come along
and see if he recognises any of them.
Watch out for these fellas -
they've got a bit of an arsenal and they don't mind using it.
I'm taking down her panties...
Does everyone know what they got to do?
Yeah.
What the fuck is going on?
You got something here for me, have you?
Come on. Chop-chop.
Thank you very much.
He's got the guns.
- You get them. - Why me?
You're supposed to be the hard case...
You get the guns! I drive the car!
Good boy.
- Get the fucking guns. - Y0U get the fucking guns!
You fucking big...
All right. Wrap them guns up.
Count the money.
Put your seat belt on.
We've got to get the fucking guns or we're dead!
..so I made sure I fucked the one that was coughing.
Get out the car, you yuppie fucker!
He's the one we shot in the neck.
Is that right, Mr Botanical?
Jesus!
I don't believe this. What the fuck has happened here?
Jesus.
The money. The gear.
This is fucked.
No money. No weed.
It's all been replaced by a pile of corpses.
All right. Don't panic. Let's think about this.
Fuck that, you can think about it.
I am panicking and I'm off.
How did you get your hands on these, then?
The boys had 'em.
I know you like these sort of things -
wondered if you wanted 'em.
Yeah, I'll have 'em.
- Was it hard getting the money? - Not especially.
Upset a few characters, though.
Have you counted it?
Yeah, it's all there, to the pound.
- They were gonna pay? - Looks like it.
But who knows? The opportunity was there.
In my experience, it's best to take that opportunity -
if it's there.
Good work, Chris.
We've got to get those guns.
We don't know who lives there.
I don't care who lives there!
All's I know is it's preferable to death by Hatchet.
Fair enough. Let's go.
I don't think it's the right move.
It's either that,
the old boy's place and we lose a digit daily.
- I'm gonna phone him. - As if he'll care.
He'll care. That was supposed to be his money.
Whether he cares about us is different.
Pass me the phone.
Yeah? That you, boy?
It's Ed, if that's what you mean.
'Pay day, ain't it?'
Yeah...I wanted to talk to you about that.
I'll bet you do.
I got half a million nicker here,
which means some poor sod doesn't.
You've upset a few people.
But that really isn't my concern, is it?
What does concern me... is the guns you had.
'I want to talk to you about that.'
So get your arse here now. And I mean now!
Bastard! You fucking bastard!
Bastard!
What the fuck are you doing here?
Job well done. We made a few quid out of that one.
Son...?
Made a few quid, did you?
Where's what I want?
You all right there, mate?
Very fucking funny. Where's what I want?
I've just left it in the office.
We'd better get it, if you want your son to see his birthday.
- Now chop-fucking-chop. - All right. Fair enough.
Where you going?
It's a thirty second drive or a five minute walk.
I couldn't have parked outside, I'd have got a ticket.
I suppose that don't matter now, does it?
Just be careful.
Right.
You and me.
You and who?
You know where the door handle is, Tom.
? "The Payback" by James Brown
? Payback
? That's it, payback
? Revenge, I'm mad
? Get down with my girlfriend
? That ain't right ?
0h, no. Not again.
That's it. I'm off.
Tom...that is our bag.
- Ed...! - Hold on.
This is our bag.
That's it. We're off.
- I'm gonna take these guns. - Tom, don't fuck about!
It'll only take a minute.
What is going on?
I don't know, but I do know there's no more Harry.
Which means there's no more debt.
If there's no more debt, there's no more problem.
And there's no problem with the neighbours - they're all dead.
And I think, if I get this right,
we haven't done anything wrong and we're in the clear.
Never ever...
has anyone been as fucking rude...
..to me as you!
You fucking...bastard!
All right, mate?
Cheeky bastard!
'This was an embarrassing position for Tom to be in.
'But Chris had to respect the fact that he was holding
'what appeared to be a pair of loaded shotguns.
'Tom had to respect the fact they were not loaded.
'So without anybody losing too much face,
'Tom left through a side door and Chris left with the money.
'Everybody else got arrested.'
0dds, chaps, gotta remember the odds.
He's not one of 'em.
? Sitting in the cheap seats underneath the stiles
? I'm heading back to base
? I'll drop you off at my house ?
Your dad would like a word with you, Ed.
Where are the others?
They got out yesterday. They're at the bar.
All right, Dad?
I'm all right. How about yourself?
I'm all right. Could do with a drink, though.
All in good time.
So, are you in the clear?
More importantly...am I?
It appears so.
Appears? You'll have to do better than fucking appears.
Well, everybody's dead, Dad.
That's about as clear as it can get.
How about that drink?
You know where the bar is.
Eh?
Don't make yourself too comfortable.
Alan's got to sit there. Alan!
You're lucky you're still breathing,
let alone able to walk.
I suggest you take full advantage of that fact.
You took your time. Where the hell have you been?
Sit down. I'll tell you.
The traffic warden identified the neighbours' bodies.
Which sort of puts us in the clear.
The only thing connecting us with the case...
..is those shotguns.
And Tom took care of them.
You did take care of the shotguns?
I wanted to talk about that.
Well, talk.
Well, actually...no.
They're in the car. I was gonna sell 'em to Nick,
but I couldn't get hold of him.
You dippy bastard.
So...the only thing connecting us with the case
is in the back of your car, which is parked outside?!
They cost 700 quid. I'm not gonna throw 'em away.
They're hardly likely to trace 'em back to us, are they?
You think it's worth the risk for £700?
Tom, you're a dick!
Take those guns and throw 'em off a bridge.
And yourself while you're at it.
Now.
Look, all I'm...
Now, Tom!
Can I have a beer, please, Dad?
I'm busy. Get it yourself.
It seemed Hatchet underestimated you lot.
And it seems to have cost him.
I ain't gonna make the same mistake, am I?
So I've decided to bring your bag back.
I think the word you're looking for, gentlemen, is "thank you".
Thank you.
You've presented me with a problem.
I've lost my employer.
So I've taken care of meself and me son.
If you think that's unfair, pay me a little visit.
But you better be waving a white flag,
high and clear so as I can see it.
0r it'll be the last visit you ever make. Understand?
That's all I've come to say.
There is one more thing...
It's been emotional.
? "Fool's Gold" by The Stone Roses
? The gold road's sure a long road
? Winds on through the hills for fifteen days ?
We are now officially in the money-lending business, son.
Put your seatbelt on.
We're out of here.
It's empty.
? The pack on my back is aching
? The straps seem to cut me like a knife
? I'm no clown I won't back down
? I don't need you to tell me what's going down...?
What's his number?
You'll jam the line! I'll call him!
My fucking batteries!
- You muppet! - Give me the phone!
- I'll dial it! - Tell me the number!
- Give me your phone! - You'll break it!
You'll break it and it'll be fucked!
Shut it. It's fucking ringing!
? "0h Girl" by Mauro Pawloski
Sub Edited by : Cg.Habib