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Now he's a right wheeler-dealer.

Flinging up skyscrapers.

His wife's a proper blue blood.

I'll give you a clue. Eddie Temple.

Does that name

mean anything to you?

- I know who you mean.

- Now, Eddie's got a daughter.

Charlie, bless her.

The light of his life.

He worships the ground she walks on.

She's a proper beauty, Charlie.

Or to give her her correct moniker,

Charlie Spencer-Temple.

But she ain't behaving like a lady.

She's hooked on the white powder

and loves a wrong one.

This is where you come in, right?

You're gonna find her.

- Find her?

- She's gone missing.

Well, you should get

a private detective.

Oh, right. Some nosy ex-policeman,

still on the Scotland Yard payroll?

She's done a runner from a drug

rehabilitation unit in the West Country.

Rehab.

She got loved up in there with

some lowlife crackhead called Kinky.

I reckon they've gone

back to London.

I wouldn't know where to begin.

Now and then we're asked to do

something beyond the call of duty.

It's called sacrifice, son.

Ask Gene. Ask Morty.

- I'll do my best.

- You do your best and find her.

Keep Mr. McGuire posted.

I've also got a little business

more in your usual line.

Gene will fill you in.

Everything was to your satisfaction?

- F***ing excellent, Angelo.

- Thank you.

Details, details.

Things to do, things to get done.

Don't bother me with details.

Just tell me when they're done.

- Who said that, son?

- Winston Churchill?

Close. No, I said it.

James Lionel Price. Good boy.

I'll see you at the yard tomorrow.

Say, four.

Tell you about that bit of business. I've

set up a meet for five with the Duke.

- What's with him?

- He's just had one of these.

These are super Es.

We'll make millions!

I don't care. This is my boatyard.

I want those pills and that f***ing idiot

out of here now.

- I can't afford to get nicked.

- Paul. Calm down, mate.

I've got Gene coming down

with a buyer. You'll be in your whack.

Here, chill. Have a pill.

Gene, why are we doing business

with the Duke?

Yeah, why are we

dealing with this joker?

He's a f***ing maniac, a relic, a

throwback, belongs to the Dark Ages.

Will you just shut the f*** up?

We're dealing with him because

he has one million Ecstasy pills...

...of very high levels

of MDMA, okay?

One million?

Gene, that is a lot of pills.

What's the tax on that?

Jimmy wants 50 percent netto.

Love a bit of cloak-and-dagger,

this lot.

Oh, yeah. Driving a bright yellow

Range Rover. Very subtle.

Calm down. You'll feel better

once you've got your money.

But how much can you spend

in Parkhurst or the Scrubs, Gene?

Come on.

Oh, don't go getting Duke at it. Jimmy

doesn't want him f***ed about, okay?

Who? Me?

Don't you f***ing talk to me

like I'm some kind of mug.

Duke, don't take this personally.

It's business.

You wanna know

how much they're worth.

Yes, f***ing, please!

Just because you pay a fiver a pop

down the local cattle market...

...don't, for f***'s sake,

think these pills are worth millions.

They're not.

We've gotta find a buyer.

They've gotta split them into parcels.

They've gotta find these people.

You'd give a f***ing aspirin

a headache, pal.

Then you've got currency fluctuations,

police activity, adverse publicity.

Who has got the readies lying around

to pay for a million Es?

- This is f***ing bollocks!

- Slasher, shut the f*** up!

- Duke, we all want a good deal.

- Mate, mate, mate.

Mate, look, that parcel of pills

has got to be worth 5 million easy.

- Five pound each, yeah!

- You are f***ing joking.

It doesn't work like that!

Don't keep f***ing

saying that to me!

I've got some samples.

I'll stay in touch through Gene, okay?

You wouldn't be so f***ing flash

if you didn't have him behind you.

Yeah, well, he f***ing has, ain't he?

Where did these monkeys

get a million Es?

Don't worry about that.

Can you place them?

We know someone up north

who'll buy.

Morty, set up a meeting

with Trevor and Shanks in Liverpool.

What's really bothering me

is what color to get the Aston.

As you're driving it yourself,

probably green.

- Green?

- Yeah.

That's a trifle dull, I thought.

What do you think, girls?

Black. Yeah, black.

Black's the color

for a hearse or a taxi.

Don't be so conservative.

Black's a splendid idea.

Hello. Look who it is.

Sit down. Do join us.

- Can we have a word?

- Our dreary broker has arrived.

Hugo, follow me.

Don't go anywhere.

Drink some more champagne.

Especially you.

I like it when you're drunk.

- You're the master of that.

- What are you up to?

We're doing the number

on these American birds.

- Who am I today?

- The Earl of Oxford.

- The Earl of Oxford.

- F***ing hell.

- What's this business, then?

- It's a bit strange.

Can you find somebody

for me really quickly?

- How quickly?

- Twenty grand quickly.

You've got our attention.

Oh, very nice.

I suppose this is the boyfriend?

It's a bit unusual for you.

What's going on?

- It doesn't matter. Can you do it?

- Yeah.

Should be a doddle.

All the same, junkies and crackheads.

Chuck them a few quid,

they'll cough.

- Is there anything else?

- No.

We must get back to work, old boy.

Look.

All right, mate.

I'm the Duke's nephew.

Remember me? Sidney.

Sidney. Yes. Hello, mate. How are

you? I'm just off. Have a nice night.

How you doing?

What you doing here?

I hear you're doing business

with my uncle, the Duke.

Why don't you tell

the whole f***ing room?

- This is Tammy.

- Who's your mate, Sidney?

He's a good mate of my uncle's,

the Duke. He was just going.

Yeah, well, stick around and

have a drink before you do, yeah?

- Yeah, all right.

- I got VIP down here. Nice little booth.

Charisma, he's f***ing got it.

I know he's my uncle and all that,

but you can't deny it.

If you want anything, just tell me...

...because I got them

straightened out in here.

If you want any running about,

I'm your man...

- Line?

- What?

I said do you want a line?

No, mate. You knock yourself out.

Lovely, isn't she?

Isn't she a darling?

Isn't she?

Siddy, baby,

I could do with a livener.

Sidney, it's been great. I'll see you,

man. Thanks for the champagne.

All right.

You let me know when you're happy,

Mr. Lucky.

- Too warm down your way?

- We're kept busy, Trevor.

Everyone wants a slice as well.

Same wherever you go.

Greedy people.

Yeah, it's all clear, Shanks.

You lot would know all about that,

wouldn't you?

What the f***'s that, Shanks?

Well, not you lot, but...

...that team down your end.

Like you don't know.

No offense, but what the f***

are you talking about?

You really surprise me,

do you know that?

Do you know something we don't?

Don't be giving it

the big f***ing innocent, pal.

Because I am not a f***ing prick.

- I never said you were, Shanks.

- Cool it. They really don't know.

- Explain.

- I was over in Amsterdam.

Last weekend, right?

The whole place is alight

with a rumor...

...about how this hooligan outfit

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