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close to the money.

And we can, because Eddie will come

to me for The Gent's entertainment.

He always does.

That's all right.

So there's just Eddie, his

boy, and a girl up there?

Why? Who else

could there be?

Well, I don't know,

copper, you tell me.

Look, I'm not expecting you to

go charging in there tonight

on my say so, am I?

Well, that's very kind of you.

I'm not unreasonable.

Take a few days.

Stay here over the weekend.

Do your homework.

Get some sleep. I'll check

in with you tomorrow.

It's then I realize why

they get called "coppers".

Because copper is one metal

that is easily bent.

And once upon a time...

Well, that's a pisser.

Once upon a time,

I was a hell of a good copper.

Yeah, well.

That was then.

This is now.

Ha!

You taste like sh*t.

Sorry.

Never mind. I thought you

were never coming home.

I'm ready to go.

Let's do it.

Jenna, I've had a hell of day.

I don't think I'm up for it.

Freddie, you know

what Dr. Johnston said.

Just 'cause we've run out

money for the treatment,

doesn't mean we should give

up on the old-fashioned way.

Wanker!

Freddie.

The amount of money

we've already palmed him,

you think he'd give us

one of his own kids.

Frederico!

Please.

Take this seriously.

Now, remember what he said.

Yeah, I know

what he said, Jenna.

It's just I'm so tired

I'm knackered.

Don't you want babies,

Freddie? Is that it?

You know I do, beautiful.

It's not that.

Well, get to it, then.

Go on, Freddie.

Yep.

Goon.

Go on!

Yeah.

Think of the babies, Freddie.

Think of the lovely babies.

What?

The babies, Freddie. Think

of the babies we're making.

No, no, no.

Stop. No, no, no.

What?

Look.

You can't talk about babies

at a time like this.

What do you mean?

It's a little bit

of a mood killer.

But Dr. Johnston said

visualization is the key.

Honey, I don't give a sh*t

what Dr. Johnston said,

there is no way we're

going to get anywhere

if you start putting images of

little bald bastards in nappies

in my head at crucial moments.

Sorry, Freddie.

What you doing?

What's it look like I'm doing?

I'm finishing off the job.

No, I'm sorry, that's it.

What, but...

No buts, Jenna.

The flag's at half mast

and coming down fast.

Well, let's see if we can

raise it up again.

No, you've got more chance in

raising your mum.

You want me to talk

filthy dirty to you?

No. Look, I'm done,

that's it.

Well, that's just great.

Jenna, baby.

No, I'm not a baby. I want a baby.

Shame you don't.

I do. I do.

Where do you think

I've been all night?

How should I know?

Eating dog sh*t

by the taste of you.

I've been working on

getting the money we need

for Dr. Johnston's

next round of treatment.

Really?

Really.

You got the money?

Not yet, but I'm

going to get it soon.

How soon?

Really soon.

I love you.

You are going to have a baby.

No matter what it costs,

I promise you.

And you are going to be

the best mum in the world.

You get it?

How many more?

Dagenham's next.

Clacton's straight after.

Then we finish off

with a trip to South end.

We stay the night, get back

in town Saturday afternoon.

South ends the last one?

South ends the last one, yeah.

I f***ing hate South end.

What a shithole.

Don't worry. I'll buy us

an ice cream on the pier.

So this girl of yours,

is she a bit of a looker?

Yeah. What you think?

I'm doing some

rank stuff or something?

Yeah, I bet she's a cracker.

Where is she?

Back in London town, isn't it?

Do you trust her?

What? What you saying?

Nothing, just...

Just what?

Well, you know.

A good-looking girl

on her own in the town,

I'd be worried somebody would

be trying to pick her up.

Only if it was me.

Bruv, ain't nobody

hitting on my girl, yeah.

Leroy see to that, you get me?

Leroy's looking after her?

Yeah.

Hmm.

What the f***'s

that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Nah, f*** nothing. What?

You think Leroy's

going to try hit on my girl?

I didn't say that, did I?

I didn't say anything.

Nah, f*** you, old school.

Me and Leroy's be tight, yeah?

He doing me a favor

proper, you understand?

Sure, of course.

Good.

Tight-ass f***er. Jimmy The Gent?

Jimmy the f***ing Jew.

You know, I'm going to give him

a quarter of a mill, cash,

and he still won't

buy me a f***ing drink.

F***ing club!

Hello. Oh, hi, Eddie.

Yeah, sure,

he's in here somewhere.

It's Eddie for you.

You going to put some

make-up on or what?

It's a real turn-off,

darling.

Yeah, I was just going to.

Hey, Jackie.

What do you say to a tart

with two black eyes?

Nothing. 'Cause you

already told her twice.

That's a good one that, yeah?

Yeah.

Do I have to tell

you twice, Jackie?

No.

"No" what?

No, Daddy.

Good girl.

Eddie, what can I do for you?

Tomorrow night?

Yeah, of course.

How young exactly?

Eighteen, but what, she can look younger?

How much?

Good. Just don't

push it, yeah?

Nothing obvious, like a school

uniform or anything crap.

We did that last time,

he saw right through it.

Got the right hump all evening.

Which I do not need, yeah?

This f***ing money.

It's eating me up.

Having to give it away, to him.

I'd rather give it

to a charity, you know.

I know.

Plus a girl. A young

girl Sick bastard.

Sick bastard.

God, I wish he'd die Slowly.

Why don't we just tie something to

his legs, throw him off the pier?

Job done.

Don't you know anything?

There's nothing I'd like more

than to throw him

the hell over the pier.

All I want is for him to die

a horrible f***ing death.

Look, I tell you something, if he

died it'd be back to London for me.

They'd make me boss

'cause I'm next in line.

No one else has done

what I've done. Nobody.

What you thinking?

We hit his place now

while he's here?

Do you know how long

he's going to be here?

No.

Me neither.

Well, what then?

It's all about who you know.

I shared a cell

with Joyce Patton.

I stroll on over there,

drop Joyce's name.

Eddie has his little boy go

off to make a phone call,

see if what I'm saying is true.

He floats some questions

at me to see if I stumble.

And I don't stumble.

Boy comes back, gives the nod

about Joyce that gets me in.

Eddie buys me a drink, share

a laugh, jokes, some banter.

Some crikey villain banter.

Eventually he invites me back

to his house for more drinks.

It won't be tonight, it won't be

tomorrow, but eventually he will.

And then I'm inside.

And insider jobs are so much safer

than going into the unknown.

Aren't they, copper?

See, this is why

I hired a professional.

But I kill him,

how long's it going to be

before the whole gang is

down here looking for me?

It's not like it's a big f***ing

secret that I hate the cocksucker.

What?

I got Alzheimer's

all of a sudden?

I invite you over and forget all about it?

Who the f*** are you?

A friend.

I got friends.

There's just not enough love left in

the world for any more, all right?

Now piss off.

You don't want me to do that.

No? Really?

Really.

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