Alright, let's sort the buyers from the spyers, 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? You've never seen daylight, moonlight,
Israelites, Fanny by the gaslight.
Take a bag, come on, take a bag. I took a bag home last night,
it cost me a lot more than ten pound, I can tell you.
Anyone like jewelry? Look at that one there.
Hand-made in ltaly, hand-stolen in Stepney.
It's as long as my arm, I wish it was as long as something else.
Don't think 'cos these boxes are sealed up, they're empty.
The only man who sells empty boxes is the undertaker.
And by the look of some of you lot here today, I'd make more money with my measuring tape.
Here, 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.
Do you want one as well darlin'? You do, 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? OK, darlin', show me a bit of life, then.
It's no good standing out there like one o'clock half struck.
My own you'd better buy'em, 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. No good coming back later when I've sold out. - Nice bit of stuff.
- "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!
'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.'
What you talking about? I'm bloody skinny, pal.
Yeah, yeah, 'course you are. All right?
Nick the Greek, always a pleasure. Tom, what have you been eatin'? - I've been tellin' him..
- Enough, already!
You two, join me in my office.
So how much is it then, Tom?
You know how much is, Nick.
- And that includes the amp, yeah? - 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 if you like,
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?
You get 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 900 nicker in any shop you're lucky enough to find one in
and you're complaining about 200?
What school of finance did you study?
It's a deal, it's a steal.
It's the sale of the fucking century.
In fact, fucking, Nick, I think I'll keep it.
All right, all right, keep your alans on.
Here's a ton.
Jesus Christ!
You could choke a dozen donkeys on that,
and you're haggling over 100 pound.
What d'you do when you're not buying stereos, Nick,
finance revolutions?
£100 is still £100.
Not when the price is £200, 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!
Now come on, let me feel the fibre 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 20 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 hold of.'
That's my 25 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've you come as?
Cupid, stupid.
That's the last time I'm getting anymore fruit off of you, Tom.
You call that fresh? There was more small hairy armoured things in your fruit than it was fruit.
You should open a butchers, not a grocers.
Well if you will order stuff from Kathmandu,
don't be surprised if it picks up a few tourists on 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 behaviour.'
'He's proud of his job and even more proud that it's legal.'
'He represents the more sensible side of the four.'
Are you sure you can afford 25?
It depends on how you look at it.
I can afford it as long as I see it again, if that's what you mean.
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, ey?
Ey?
D'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?
100 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 ever gonna fucking pay? - Yeah, I'll pay!
- Are you ever gonna fucking pay? - I'll pay, yeah! Yes, I'll pay!
'Barry makes sure'
'the administrative side of the business runs harmoniously.'
The boy's got a rare ability.
He seems to make cards transparent. He's got..
All right, all right, so we can say he's good.
Oh no, he's better than good. He's a fucking liability.
Yeah, 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!
There's 25 from me, Tom, Soap and yourself.
It's a 100 grand to the pound. So why the fuck are you counting it?
Because I like to.
So a reasonable return should be in the reason of 120 grand.
As 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 you calling.. Jesus!
It's good in here, innit? Handy for the tube,
great electrics - I can see why you moved in.
Don't knock it, it's "CHEEP", like the budgie.
And nobody wants to live next to the people we live next to.
- Anti-social to say the least. - What d'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 own earned drugs.
Ssh. Not exactly thick, these walls.
Nice work, John. Get yourself a drink.
Is that it?
How many times must I tell you, Plank?
You'll find a job worth doing, you'll find your share improving.
Have you got a problem with that?
You know, Charles, this gear is getting heavier.
I've a strong suspicion we should've been rocket scientists or..
Nobel Peace Prize winners.. something..
Peace Prize?
Be lucky to find your penis for a piss if you keep smoking.
Who the hell's that?
All right, Willie?
Does it look like I am all right? Take this.
I'm in danger of breaking sweat at any second.
Charles, why've we got that cage?
Security.
That's right. That's right. Security.
So what's the point in having it if we're not gonna fucking use it?
Well, I would've 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 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?
Err.. fertiliser.
You went out six hours ago to buy a money counter.
And you come back with a semi-conscious Gloria
and a bag of fertiliser?
Alarm bells are ringing, Willie.
We need fertiliser, Winston.
We also need a money counter.
This money's gotta be out by Thursday.
I'm buggered if I'm gonna count it.
Oh, and, if you do have to buy sodding fertiliser,
could you just be a little more subtle?
What do you mean?
We grow copious amounts of ganja, yeah?
Yeah.
And you're carrying a wasted girl and a bag of fertiliser.
You don't look your average horti-fucking-culturalist.
That's what I mean, Willie.
- How long's he been in there, son? - About..20 minutes.
- Is he on his own? - Yeah, just carrying a bag.
Let's pay him a little visit then, shall we?
'Big Chris settles debts for Harry.'
'The only thing he cares more about than an unsettled debts'
'is his son and heir, Little Chris.'
This is one of them.. high-powered jobs, innit?
Aaagh!
I've got some bad news for you, John.
What the fuck!
Mind your language in front of the boy.
Jesus Christ!
That includes blasphemy as well. Now tell me, John,
how can you be concentratin' 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.. l 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 sunbeam up, Chris, isn't it?
He's not poor! He's got over a monkey, and that's just in his wallet!
Fuckin' hell, John, you always walk round with that in your pocket?
Oi! Use language like that again, sun, 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 wanna have paid.
- You never would've paid. - Who would pay for shit?
Exactly. I mean we just had to..
What the hell are you doing here?
What's up?
Let me guess, my foot in your arse.
Game o'cards - Hatchet Harry?
You're supposed to be getting your rest in, boy.
You playing cards tonight, son?
With Harry?
Don't be silly, Dad. I wouldn't have anything to do with that.
Where did he get a hundred grand?
He's got adhesive mates - I mean they're like brothers.
They've tossed up between 'em.
And JD 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 contol now.
It seems that 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 'em.
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 'em what they're worth, Barry.
Right, where was we?
Shotguns. What, like guns that fire shots?
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'll be a load of old guns. That's all I want.
Everything else outside the cabinet, you can keep, it's yours.
Oh, thank you very much.
There'd better be something there for us.
It's a fucking stately home,
of course there'll be something there.
- Like what? - Like fucking antiques.
Antiques! What the fuck do we know about antiques?
- We rob post offices. - We 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-ra.
Fucking northern monkeys.
I hate these fucking southern fairies.
'Ed has been playing cards since he could lift 'em 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 people's reactions'
'no matter how subtle.'
'And everybody has reactions.'
'Especially when it comes to money.'
- Invitations. - Invitations?
Yeah, invitations, you know, four pretty white pieces of paper with your names on.
We got 100,000 bits of paper with the Queen's head on.
Will that do?
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 fuckin' tongue and I'll hold on to my patience, OK, sonny?
No one in here tonight but card players and I do mean: no one.
Evening, Fraser. Don, Phil.
It's a bit dramatic, innit?
Is it supposed to be symbolic?
Apparently it's for security.
Yeah? I'd have brought my gloves if I'd have known.
You must be Eddy, JD'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 gonna put your stocking on, or what?
I spent 120 quid on my hair -
If you think I'm pulling a stocking over, you're very much mistaken.
You're gonna have to put something on.
This is three card brag, gentlemen.
That means three 3s 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 twice the ante to see your opponent.
Now don't fuck around, fellas.
You 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.
What sort of pub is this here?
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 rainforest.
You could fall in love with an orangutang in that.
You want a pint, go to the pub.
I thought this was a pub.
It's a Samoan pub.
Then 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.
Yeah. Get rid of that. Bring us a Diet Coke.
'Scuse me, can you turn that TV down?
No.
Oooh!
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 burn people's feet.
What's wrong with you?
You wanna 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 fold.
Don't go spending that all at once, boy.
Bloody 'ell!
What?
I thought you said there'd be no staff, Barry.
Did you get those guns?
You wanna 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, it's OK.
Barry.. Barry!
Fucking, sodding, shandy-drinking bastard!
Gary!
Give me my money!
Give me back my money! You fucking slags!
Give me my money!
Give me back my money!
Give it back!
Wankers! Wankers!
Come on, you. Not now, please.
Not now, oh you fucking bastard!
Fuck.. you 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 and 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 'em over.
I'm not interested in what you would rather.
I wanna keep going.
I'm also offering you the money.
So we don't have to turn 'em 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 wanna see you.
Well, you're gonna have a problem carrying on, ain't ya?
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.
Hello, boy. Feeling a bit poorly?
I know your friends
are responsible for most of the cash..
so I'm gonna give you one week to find it.
Otherwise I will take a finger
of each of you and your friends' hands
for every day that passes without payment.
And then when you've run out of digits -
your dad's bar, and who knows what then.
All right, my son?
This doesn't look good.
'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've kissed the old bastard for that.'
'lf he said he wanted to settle the debt on his own, '
'it would have been a lie.'
I wish to Christ he would've let me settle the debt on my own.
- I'm gonna kill him! - Stop fucking about, Tom.
Now think about what we're gonna 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 was this geezer, called Smithy Robinson, who worked for Harry.
But it was rumoured that he was on the take.
Harry's invited Smithy round 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 15-inch black rubber cock.
He's 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.
Golf - the best way to spoil a good walk.
Winston Churchill said that.
I say it's a dog-eat-dog world.
And I got bigger teeth than 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 kill..
Yes, Gordon, you were saying?
It's in the fireplace. Just pull it out. It's in the bottom.
It's in the fireplace, Frank. Just pull it out.
It's in the bottom.
Oh, Dog, I think you might wanna have a look at this!
You gonna let me down now?
No, I'm not finished with you yet.
Steel.
Help! Help!
Oh, Dog.
Who the hell's that? It's only 12 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 the way?
Look, how much is it you want?
I'm.. after an half weight.
Right. Well, that's 1,500 then. Pass the scales, Willie.
Give us some gear, J.
Any chance of actually seeing the.. money?
The odds are 100-1.
All is we need is five grand.
I'd rather put my money on a three-legged rockin' horse.
The odds are 100-1 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. - Yeah, 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 "Arse Ticklers Faggots Fan Club"
- You what? - You take out an advert in the back page of some gay mag,
advertising the latest in arse-intruding dildos.
You sell it with.. I dunno..
"Does what no other dildo can do until now"
"The latest and greatest in sexual technology"
"Guaranteed results or money back", all that bollocks."
Now, these dilds cost 25 quid a pop
that's a snip for the amount of pleasure they're gonna give the recipients.
They send their cheques to the other company name.
Nothing offensive, "Bobby's Bits" or something, for 25 quid.
You take that 25 quid, you stick it in the bank until it clears.
Now this is the smart bit.
You send back the cheque for 25 pound
from the other company name
"Arse Ticklers Faggots Fan Club" saying "We're sorry,"
we couldn't get the supplies from America - because they ran out of stock.
Now you see, how many people cash that cheque.
Not a single soul.
Because who wants their bank manager to know they tickle arse when he is not paying in cheques!
So how long do you have to wait till you see a 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, 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 have got to realise who this chap is.
He might look a bit silly, but he's a fucking lunatic.
If he gets the slightest inkling we're not throwing straight dice,
you and me are gonna 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 'em for a coupla years.
- So what they like, then? - Poofs! Nothing heavy.
Four public school boys, soft as shite.
They ponce around in funny hippy clothes all day talking bollocks
they're just good at growing weed, that's all.
Business has got bigger than what they could handle.
They can't all be stupid, can they?
Think about it, they got a container load of cash in shoe boxes,
they're selling class A gear -
can't you figure out there's someone sensible involved?
What about security?
There's one steel gate as you go in, but they never lock it.
What d'you mean they never lock it? Why've they got it for there, then?
I must've been there 50 times - it's never locked.
They're not suspicious. Everyone that goes there's a toff.
They're all 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 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. D'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.
D'you wanna 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 'em as soon as they come back.
We'll be prepared. Waiting.
And they're armed.
What was that? Armed?
What d'you mean armed? Armed with what?
Bad breath, colourful language, feather duster?
What do you think they're gonna be armed with? 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 'em.
Carying them? Well, they could all be carrying 'em for what we know.
No. Only one of 'em carries them going to the job.
So I assume the same one will be carry 'em when they come back from the job.
Oh - you assume, dear?
And what did I say about assumption - being the brother of all fuck-ups?
It's the mother of all fuck-ups, you 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 £500,000
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.
Oh, neither me - 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 Kathmandu?
Meet me half-way, mate.
It's all completely chicken soup.
- It's what? - It's kosher.. as Christmas.
Jews don't celebrate Christmas, Tom.
No, I never mind that. I'm gonna need some artillery, too.
Coupla sawn-off shotguns.
This is a bit heavy. This is London, not the Lebanon.
Who d'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.
D'you know what I mean?
- Rory Breaker. - Rory?
You don't 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 façade.
A few nights ago Rory's roger iron busted.
So he's gone down the battle cruiser to watch the end of the 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 lizar 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 the fire extinguisher,
walks straight past the jam rolls who were ready for action
and plonks 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! ls your hair supposed to look like that?
- All right, short stuff. - Never mind short stuff.
Listen, the next time we do a job like this we're gonna want more money, Barry.
Or we're going back to post offices and cars. Fuck that!
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.
Oh, there was a couple of old hammer-lock muskets the butler was carrying.
- But they were ours. We sold them. - Well you better un-sell 'em, sharpish!
We had to sell them. We needed the money.
I am not fucking interested.
If you don't wanna be counting the fingers you haven't got,
I suggest you get those guns. Quick!
Jesus! if I pick 'em up, will they stay in one piece?
Where'd 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.
Oh, they look very nice, I agree, but
well, they're lacking in criminal credibility, ain't they?
I might get laughed at.
How much d'you want for these muskets?
700 each.
And what's that, a pound for every year they 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 wanna blow the arse out of this country grounded,
but I don't want anyone blowing a raspberry either.
I want to look.. fucking mean.
Of course you'll look mean.
You'll look really scary.
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?
D'you want me to draw you a picture?
Look, that boy doesn't know his arsehole 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'll 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 mill.
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. - You don't wanna be..
All right, once he's got himself set, he gets the rest of us in.
Now we'll get nasty with a couple of'em, shit 'em up, ok, or whatever.
Now these wankers shouldn't give us any problems.
Like any cowboys - there'll 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.
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 gonna turn up there clean-shaven,
and greet them with a grin on my face, you've got another think coming.
Now these fellas, they're your neighbors.
I thought it might be a good idea to disguise ourselves a little.
Right.. er, yeah, good thinking, Soap. Well done.
I brought weapons as well.
Weapons? What do you mean weapons?
These.
Jesus!
Let's keep 'em covered up.
Couldn't you get anything a bit bigger?
What, like that?
What d'you think?
I think you need help.
Bar steward, can we have a coupla drinks, please.
Have you seen your dad?
Hatchet sent one of his men round.
Oh, shit. When?
Crazy.
Where'd you get these, a fucking museum?
Nick the Greek.
How much did you part with?
700 for the pair.
Drachmas, I hope.
I'd feel safer with a chicken drumstick.
These are gonna do more harm than good.
Jesus, Tom. Do these work?
I don't know. Look nice though, don't they? I rather like 'em.
Oh, that's top of the list of priorities, is that it?
Ladies, back to more important issues, if you don't mind.
We've 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 out the right time, then we, jack-in-the-box,
look nasty and stuff, cocoon 'em 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 gonna expect.
Oh, & if Tom or anyone else for that matter feels like giving 'em a bit of a kicking,
I'm sure it won't do any harm.
Yeah, 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 'em.
Shit 'em 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'd 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.
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's 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.
And 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 gonna leave me out there all day.
I didn't know you were a removals man, Plank.
Lives and learns, don't ya? Keep the gates locked now here?
Ya, sorry. Gotta do business like this now.
Can't be too careful these days.
I know.
Shut it! You say a fucking word, the right ear goes, another one - and 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 say unlock the fucking gate!
That's it. Go, go, go! Fucking move!
What the fuck's going on?
Just hang on, I've got the keys.
The gate's locked! I thought they weren't gonna get the fucking gate locked.
What've you done to Fauntleroy?
I didn't touch him. He just passed out.
Don't you stand there. Get the fucking shut! D'you want the world to see this?
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. Give me the keys, Plank.
Don't point that at my bollocks! Point it in there!
Planks of wood. I'm working with fucking planks of wood.
Shit!
What the fuck is that?
- What the fuck's that? - IT'S ME BREN GUN!
Don't you think you could've brought something a little bit more practical?
Don't none of you slags move. I'll kill the fucking lot of you!
Who you gonna kill, Plank? There's no one fuckin' there?
Aaagh! They fucking shot me!
Well, shoot 'em back.
Jesus, Plank! Couldn't you get smokeless cartidges?
I can't see a bloody thing!
Aaagh! Shit, I've been shot.
I don't fucking 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? - Well, that was the Bren gun.
You fire that gun again, you're a dead man. Understand? Dead!
- No ifs, no buts, you're a fucking dead man! - All right, all right!
I've got bollock ache with this. Where's my fucking gun?
All right. Now I've got your attention. Firstly, I'm gonna blow his toes off.
There go his toes.
Now if you want me out of here, in five minutes flat,
open the fucking gate 'cause I'm gonna blow his leg off!
They're gonna fucking 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 right, all fucking right!
Willie, he doesn't know you're here.., just..
Sort something out.
And all your friends, there's a good lad.
- There's only three of us here. - I don't believe you.
- Fuck, I'm gonna blow his leg off. - I mean it. There's only three of us!
- Plank? - Yeah, one of 'em's out.
Now open the gate.
Up, up, up, there's a good lad.
John, get them tied up. Plank, where's the money?
There, in those shoe-boxes.
- Where? - Out the back.
- And the weed? - Out the back.
- Point. - With what?
- Your fucking hands, now! - I'm tied up.
Well, 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 I'm doing? He's fucking 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.
Look at the bags, can you fit it all in?
There's a lot.. I can't get Epping Forest in my van.
'Can't'. I don't hear 'can't'. Bollocks to 'can't'.
You'll fit it all in if you have to make two trips.
Bollocks!
You got a ticket already. Now if you don't move it, we will move it for you.
- I'll only be a minute. - You've already been 15.
- Look, come and have a look. - At what exactly?
- Well, the van's half full. - So?
So, all I've got to do is fill it up, put you in it..
What?
..and I'm off.
Do you think you can 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. Once I've dealt with that lanky prick.
Do it quietly.
It's time to say "Goodnight, nurse".
Where the fuck did she come from?
That is it. Tie her up. We're out of here.
Not like that, you idiot. Give it us here.
What you doing, Ed?
D'you want one?
No, I fucking don't. You cannot make a cup of tea, Edward.
The entire British Empire was built on cups of tea.
Yeah, and look what happened to that.
And if you think I'm going to war without one, mate, 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.
I can see it's a fuckin' 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 just gonna take care of the cabs.
Keep us posted.
All right, mate, do you do airports?
Where the hell are we gonna hide?
Don't complicate things. Just hide.
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.
On the floor!
Bend over the fucking desk.
Keys. I want keys, now.
I'll find ya.
'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 here.
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, ey?
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.
Knock him out? What d'you mean, knock him out? Knock him out with what?
I don't know! Use your imagination.
Don't touch him up. Knock him out.
I'll knock you out in a minute!
Look, 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.
Now I can't have that, can I, Baz?
No, Harry, you can't.
I mean it's a liberty.
And 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.
And I can't have the arsehole, can I, boys?
No, Harry, you can't.
All right, that's it. We're done.
We're off.
Here, Ed, are you sure it's a good idea taking this back to yours?
Why, it's the only place we can take it, and the last place they're gonna look.
Anyway, fuck it. The battle is over and the war is won.
Now, Tom, you take this to Nick the Bubble and we 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.
And you said three five a key. And.. and you know that's a good price.
That was yesterday I said three and a half.
And 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.
Now look, I've got a race coming up in a minute, so if you'd just be kind enough to..
Lenny,
take that round to Snow White and the three little chemists.
They should have a gander of 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, Jesus!
Go in slowly, Nathan.
Fuck you, funny man. You go first.
Just get the fuck in there, will you?
I want this house searched for bugs, I mean I want it stripped.
Where is the poin in that? Even if there was a bug, they'd have taken it with 'em.
It's a bit late for you to start thinking, John.
If it's a possibility, that's good enough for me.
I want you to strip this place. I want every slag this side of Ceylon pulled in.
And tortured.. badly.
I want to know who's responsible for this,
otherwise I'm gonna hold you all 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, ey?
Oh, what, you want a toke on that?
No. I don't think I 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 in the fuckin throat if I don't get my ganja back.
The one you shot. Is he still in there now?
No, it was another one.
That's more like it. Where is he?
Well, they.. they took him with them.
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 that 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 still stupid enough to be on this planet.
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 might be able to steal my cannabis
and then sell it back to me?
Is this a declaration of war?
Is this some white cunt's joke that black cunts don't get?
'Cause I'm not fucking laughing, Ni-ko-las!
I know 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 here" look slapped all over your Chevy Chase.
But what you do know is where these people live.
If you hold back anything, I'll kill you.
If you bend the truth, or I think you are bending the truth, I'll kill you.
If you forget anything, I'll kill you.
In fact, you're gonna have to work very hard to stay alive, Nick.
Now 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, don't we?
Er, well.. yeah, yeah, we do.
Yea, yeah, we do. In fact, this is a little bit more than looking a bit of a problem, isn't it?
On the scale of things, you could say it's the Mount fucking Everest of problems!
And the reason it's such a mon-fucking-struosity of a problem is..
you don't have the first idea who did this to us, have you?
Dog, we've.. 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 round the manor, we'd know.
- We'd know. - You'd know? You'd fucking know?
You wouldn't know if it was the next door fucking neighbours!
Now get out there and find them!
I'm sick of the fucking sight of you! Get out of the fucking sight! You look shit!
"Scarf ace" - I've watched "Scarf ace".
If you want to know how to do a drug deal, you watch "Scarf ace".
That really inspires confidence.
- This guy, Rory Breaker.. - Rory Breaker?
The psychotic black dwarf with an afro?
That'll be the same man, yes.
I've heard of him - he's a fucking lunatic.
Well, he can afford to do the deal at the price we're selling.
It's not worth him giving us any trouble.
Cause he knows we'll be a pain in the arse. And who needs a pain in the arse?
I'd take a pain in the arse for half a million quid.
You'd take a pain in the arse for air miles.
Tom, the fatter you get, the sadder you get.
Will you two stop flirting for a minute?
After we pay Hatchet, this deal puts us up..
nearly 200,000 pounds each.
That's 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
'til we've flayed them dead men walking.
We'll count it upstairs.
I don't want them to see you fingering the money when they walk through the door..
Dog, look..
Give it us here.. dozy bastard.
Check your guns. Get yourselves well hid.
You wait till they get right inside the door, then you give it to'em.
Give me them shooters, you can use your own.
Yeah.
That's no way to answer the phone.
Is that you, Dean?
No, it's Lord fucking Lucan. Who do you think it is?
What can I do for you?
You know those guns I sold you, I need them back.
Not likely I'm afraid. I don't think I'll be seeing them again.
Look, I've got the money to pay for them.
I'm sure you do. But don't think you understand.
I ain't gonna be seeing them or the guns again.
We can't get them.
If we can't get them, we can't get them.
Well, you'll have to fucking get them.
We made a fucking deal for everything inside the cabinet.
Inside, out-fucking-side - I don't give a shit.
- You get those guns because if you don't.. - Oh yeah, Bazza, or what?
Have you heard of Harry Lonsdale?
Otherwise 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.
Now no fucking about now, 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, right?
Dwarf walks up to her carrying a suitcase..
Winston there is gonna come along
and see if he recognises any of them.
Now watch out for these fellas -
they've got a bit of an arsenal and they don't mind using it.
And I'm taking down her panties..
Now does everyone here 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. Go ahead you get them. - Why me?
You're supposed to be the hard case..
You go get the guns! I drive the car!
Good boy.
- Go get the fucking guns. - I'm not going get the fucking guns! YOU get the fucking guns!
You fucking big..
All right. Wrap them guns up.
Count the money.
Put your seat belt on.
Fucking guns, we've got to get the fucking guns or we're dead!
..so I made sure I fucked the one that was coughing.
Out of the car, you yuppy fucker! Aaaaaaaagh!
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.
No, fuck that, you can think about it.
I'm 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.
- And 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.
This is dangerous shit there. We don't even know who lives there.
Listen, I don't care who lives there!
All's I know is that 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, all right? That was supposed to be his money.
Whether he cares about us or not, 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.. l wanted to talk to you about that.
I'll bet you do.
I got half a million nicker sitting here,
which means some poor sod doesn't.
You've been upsetin' a few people, boy.
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 over here now. And I do mean now!
Bastard! You fucking 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, now?
You all right down there, mate?
Very fucking funny. Where's what I want?
I've just left it in the office.
Well, we'd better go to the office and get it,
that is if you want your son to see his next 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.
Oh, 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'll see you in the car. I'm gonna take these guns. - Tom, don't fuck about!
- I'll see you in the car. - Tom! - It'll only take a minute.
What is going on?
I don't know, but what I do know is there's no more Harry.
Which means there's no more debt.
And if there's no more debt, there's no more problem.
And there's no problem with the neighbours - because 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!
You all right, mate?
Cheeky bastard!
'Now 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.
'And Tom had to respect the fact that they were not loaded.
'So without anybody losing too much face,
'Tom left through a side door and Chris left with the money.
'And everybody else got arrested.'
He's not one of 'em.
I think your dad would like a word with you, Ed.
Where are the others?
They got out yesterday. They're back 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. 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, my friend.
Well, everybody's dead, Dad.
I think 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, didn't you, Tom?
I wanted to talk to you about that.
Well, talk.
Well, actually.. no.
I've got them sittin' in the car, I.. I was gonna sell 'em back to Nick the Greek,
but I am having a bit of a problem gettin' 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 costed 700 quid. I'm not gonna throw 'em away.
And they're hardly likely to trace 'em back to us, are they?
Do you really think it's worth taking the the risk for £700?
Tom, you're a dick!
Now you take those guns and you throw 'em off a bridge.
And throw yourself off while you're at it.
Now.. Tom.
- 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 now, 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.
Now you've presented me with a problem.
I've lost my employer.
So I've taken care of meself and me son.
Now if you think that's unfair, you come and pay me a little visit.
But you better be waving a white flag,
high and clear so as I can see it.
Or it'll be the last little visit you ever make.
You understand?
That's all I've come to say.
There is one more thing..
It's been emotional.
We are now officially in the money-lending business, all right, son?
Put your seatbelt on.
We're out of here.
It's empty.
What's his number?
Don't! Don't! You'll jam the line! I'll call him!
My fucking batteries!
- No, you muppet! - Give me the phone! Give me the fucking phone!
- I'll dial it! - Tell me the number!
- Now give me your phone! - You'll break it!
- You give me the phone! - You'll break it and it'll be fucked!
You shut it. It's fucking ringing!
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