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from down your end...

...run by this joker called the Duke...

Gazza, go and find

them f***ing pills.

All right. Come on.

Have a look in here.

They skanked this outfit,

a proper, nutty Serbian militia.

You're the first person ever to be

foolish enough to steal from me.

Shut up.

But you're not the first

to point a gun at me.

Shut up or I'll be the last.

F*** me.

They got lucky. He'd just

knocked up a massive batch.

F***ing jackpot. There's f***ing

millions of the f***ers in here.

Stay down there. Yes?

You watch them.

That looks very heavy for you,

darling.

F*** off.

- Why don't you put it down?

- Why don't you shut up?

- A little girl playing games with guns.

- I ain't no little girl. Shut up!

- You are shaking.

- F*** off!

- Look at your arm.

- F*** off!

- Put it down.

- Why don't you listen to me?

- Sit down!

- F*** off!

Baby, baby, baby, baby!

Come here. Come here.

Baby, calm down, calm down.

This will not be the end of this,

Mr. Duke, believe me.

Gazza, go and load them pills.

But he got unlucky because this lot

are wanted for f***ing war crimes.

Mass murder, ethnic cleansing.

They're lunatics.

They're wanted

by the United-f***ing-Nations.

- Think about that.

- Let's get this clear.

Duke has absolutely sweet f***-all

to do with us, understand?

Everyone in Amsterdam

believes that he has.

- Bandied your names about.

- What?

Word on the straat is they've

unleashed their top boy.

His party piece, right...

...is lopping people's heads off

then fetching them back to his boss.

It's all about honor and respect...

...with these head-banging

nationalist outfits.

They can't have it getting about that

anybody has took liberties with them.

But we had nothing to do with

the acquiring of said merchandise.

Okay, we accept that.

But with you lot up here punting

this shipment, how does it look?

Bad.

You do know that we're only

talking pennies an article?

- Stolen goods.

- You won't want them, then.

Sit down, lah. Let's not be too hasty.

Me and him need to have

a little think.

Don't think too long. Someone's

gonna make a killing on these pills.

They already have.

That's the problem, kidder.

That prick Duke's made us look

a bunch of f***ing amateurs.

I told you he was trouble. But he

ain't gonna drag me down with him.

Try Gene again.

What a f***ing show-up!

- He's not answering, Mort.

- Okay.

Try Jimmy at home.

- You sure?

- Will you f***ing ring him?

- Where are we going, Morty?

- Back to that boatyard.

Somebody's about

to get a f***ing slap.

Yes, Morty. About f***ing time.

Paul?

What a way to go.

An iron burning a hole in your chest

until your heart boils.

Paulie would've told him anything,

then, wouldn't he?

You see, that's what happens

when you do business with loons.

Clarkie, have a sniff about. Make

some phone calls, but really quietly.

Find out where the Duke's holed up.

We're gonna need

an insurance policy.

What's the idea of phoning me at

home and leaving messages, prick!

- Jimmy, it was an emergency.

- Don't f***ing call me Jimmy!

And what's the idea of telling Duke

those pills ain't worth sh*t?

You don't know

the problems you've caused.

And don't be leaving it to that pair

of ponces, Cody and Tiptoes...

...to find that b*tch Charlie.

I f***ing told you to do it!

Are you listening?

Find a buyer for those pills.

The person moving those pills

met a nasty end.

I don't give a f***!

- That was quick.

- The gaff is rotten in there.

- Kinky's still here, isn't he?

- Didn't Tiptoes tell you?

Tell me what? Have you let him go?

No, I haven't. He's in here.

Kinky.

I still wanna be paid.

So, if I'm correct, you three gearheads

are gonna be clucking very soon.

In fact, you're gonna be climbing

the walls any minute, aren't you?

But I'm prepared to do you a favor.

We can do this one of two ways.

We can do it the nice way,

which I think you'll prefer.

Because the other way

is my friend takes you...

...and puts your head

through the window!

Right, so, was Charlie here

with Kinky?

Yeah, she was here for a couple days.

Kinky turned up with 5 grand.

- Who's giving Kinky 5 grand?

- We don't know.

They kept arguing. She was saying,

"Do you think it's that easy...

... taking the 5 grand?"

But she was still caning the rocks.

Where is she now?

Brighton. She kept begging

Kinky to go with her.

The other night, I hears this noise.

I'm looking out there. It's dark.

But I sees this geezer all in black.

Like something out of a kung fu film.

- Pay no attention to him. He's a nutter.

- Shut the f*** up.

And you, f***ing tell him now.

What geezer?

I don't know. I goofed out myself.

The next morning,

she's gone and Kinky's dead.

You're telling me

that somebody's topped Kinky?

Kinky overdosed.

He always was a greedy f***er.

I saw it with my own eyes, man.

You smoke too much

of that f***ing crack!

Shut the f*** up!

- You twat!

- Shut the f*** up!

Get the f***ing money!

Morty! Morty!

This is dodgy.

That kid's talking about murder.

He's talking sh*t.

Get to Brighton and finish the job.

- It all smells a bit fishy.

- I'll double your money.

- All right. And 10 G for finding Kinky.

- That wasn't the f***ing deal.

- Yes or no?

- Yes.

Hello. Ambulance, please.

There's a dead boy.

The door's open.

My name?

I'm not happy.

This sh*t is out of control.

You sort it out, or I'll sort you out.

Morty, Kinky OD'd, that's all.

Charlie woke up, found him cold,

freaked out, f***ed off to Brighton.

Cody's gonna find her.

Look, I'm gonna freshen these teas up.

They're cold.

Morty?

Is that you?

Where you been hiding, then, eh?

F***ing hell. What you doing

down this neck of the woods?

Hello, Freddie.

So...

...Mr. Mortimer.

Here, Morty, couldn't spare us

a few quid, for old times' sake?

You look well flushed, bruv.

F*** me, he's loaded.

Here, couldn't make it 5,

could you...

...mate?

- Let's make it 10.

- Yeah.

Ten's...

...a nice...

...round number.

What's the matter?

What's happening? Been away?

Yeah. Ten f***ing years.

Going off?

Or do you need a red light?

Morty. Enough.

He's had enough.

- I'll tell you when he's had enough.

- What the f*** is this?

But let's forget about all that.

Let's have a cup of tea, Mr. Hurst.

What the f***?

I'm sorry about that.

I won't be around for a while.

- It's me.

- Hey.

Come on up.

I'll leave the door open.

- How's your day been so far?

- Very f***ing funny.

Have you eaten?

I'll have a Chinky sent up.

No, I'm fine, thank you.

Gene, who the f*** is Freddie?

He used to run with me, Morty and

Jimmy in this real kamikaze firm.

In those days, we were headed up

by this guy called Crazy Larry.

Yeah. Got shot, didn't he?

Bit of a lunatic.

That's an understatement.

They were a spun-out bunch.

Always doing loads of drugs.

Not worried about

keeping a low profile.

I love you.

Turn over anyone

who couldn't go to the law.

No f***ing problem.

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