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Boys will be boys.

Until one of them, Kilburn Jerry...

... shoots himself stone dead.

This is a bit of a dilemma.

This desperate posse can't call the law

or an ambulance.

Morty, out of some mad

f***ing sense of loyalty...

... actually volunteered

to dispose of the body.

No head.

But things went a bit wrong.

The guy Larry told to help him

was Freddie Hurst.

The total imbecile had fallen asleep

at some traffic lights...

... in a drunken,

drug-induced stupor.

Morty was still shut up in the van with

the headless body of Kilburn Jerry.

Being black was even worse

than being Irish.

They threw the book at Morty.

Freddie got three years

for aiding and abetting.

Morty did 10 years because

Freddie Hurst fell asleep?

But he kept his mouth shut.

Did his bird.

Earned a lot of respect for that.

All because some kid

was being ridden against his will...

...by a psychotic lunatic.

- Who?

But you, you f***!

Larry.

- Crazy Larry was gay.

- He was never gay.

- Larry used to say...

- F***ing females is for puffs.

So who shot Crazy Larry?

A boyfriend?

Probably.

Larry made enemies very easy. Took

liberties with too many straight lads.

Not for me.

Listen, son. Let me explain

something to you.

Freddie's in intensive care

with a bit of a brain hemorrhage.

You were there at the scene.

That's called joint venture.

Now, if Freddie dies,

you're either in the dock with Morty...

...or you're in the witness box

putting him away. Think about that.

You know, I will have one of those.

- All right, fellas?

- Where's Duke?

- I don't know.

- What do you mean?

- I don't know. I thought he was here.

- Well, go and f***ing find him.

He's probably having a night out

while us mugs babysit these.

Gene, what the f***

am I gonna do about these Serbs?

Come here.

I have something for you.

- You're gonna need one of these.

- F*** me, Gene.

I f***ing hope not. Are you trying

to scare the sh*t out of me?

I mean, I f***ing hate guns.

Although that one is really pretty.

Is that Second World War?

Hey, point it upwards.

Oh, for f***'s sake.

Here, let me see if it's loaded.

You look like

you could do that blindfolded.

I can, and I do.

I find it very relaxing.

Good for meditation.

Meditation is concentrating the front

of the mind with a mundane task...

...so the rest of the mind can find

peace.

And you find peace with guns.

Well, on occasion.

It has been known.

Listen. I know it's not your thing.

But if you ever have to kill somebody,

never ever tell a living soul.

- Who is this?

- My name is Dragan.

How did you get this number?

Boatman Paul gave me your number,

in the end.

I believe you have some property

that belongs to my employer...

... and you're the person I should talk

to about the return of this cargo...

... stolen by your associate,

the Duke.

Dragan, the Duke

is nothing to do with me.

Mr. Duke came to Amsterdam,

used your name...

... said he worked for you.

- Are you listening?

- Dragan...

...Ive got an idea. Why don't

you come round for breakfast?

I'll squeeze some orange juice,

and we'll talk about this like adults.

- How does that sound?

- Sounds very hospitable.

- Do you know where I live?

- No.

Well, f*** off, then.

Duke's gone missing.

He's a f***ing liability.

The pigs are everywhere.

This was meant to be easy. No sweat.

Calm down, Gazza.

I'm sure Duke's just fine.

You've got 48 hours to find a buyer

or I'm sending them back, okay?

Now, listen.

Don't do anything stupid, Gazza.

It ain't worth the grief. We've gone

underground, off the radar.

Nothing personal,

but I don't trust you.

Listen, I just had a phone call

from Gazza.

Being a cry-baby. Threatening

to offload those pills in 48 hours.

Between you and

that gobshite Duke...

...he's promised Jimmy

a bumper payday.

- So get busy.

- I said to Jimmy I'd try and...

He put yous together.

You and Duke. That's his job.

If you two can't make music, he's

gonna want his whack out either way.

That's business.

- I hope you put this Dragan straight.

- Yeah. I told him to f*** off.

What? Please tell me

you're f***ing joking.

Well, I am beginning

to regret it now.

We've gotta find the Duke,

find these f***ing pills.

We can't rely on these monkeys

to call Gene.

We've looked everywhere.

There's no sign.

You can't find any of his firm?

Maybe this Dragan geezer's

already found the Duke...

...and done the business.

Yeah, well, there is someone

I can call. Keep looking.

Wait. You're gonna leave it to us?

This Dragan geezer is phoning me.

I am the target.

And if we don't find the Duke,

this, everything, all over.

- It's me. Sidney's mate.

- Oh, hiya.

- What took you so long to call?

- I've been busy.

- You sound sleepy. Just woken up?

- Not long ago.

- So when am I gonna see you?

- What are you doing now?

Nothing. No, I was just lying in bed,

wondering what to do.

- You still in bed?

- Yeah.

You lying there naked?

I've got a little T-shirt on.

But that's all.

Here, wait, listen to this.

What's that?

I was just rubbing the phone

against my fanny.

Did you like it?

My, oh, my, it's fresh this morning.

Look at my nipples, standing up like

little soldiers. What is a girl to do?

Tammy, why don't we meet up now?

I'll book a table for lunch.

St. Martin's Hotel.

Don't worry about a table.

We'll have room service.

- Yeah, okay.

- One hour.

Hang on.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, leave it off, Sidney.

He's driving me f***ing mad.

- We're not expecting Sidney, are we?

- He's too busy kissing Duke's arse.

Not round here, I hope.

No, over by Greenwich market. So

you can relax. It's just the two of us.

Patience. All good things

come to those who wait.

Stay put.

Come on.

Hello, it's me. It's me.

Shut up and listen.

Duke's nephew is working down by

Greenwich Market. Go and look.

- Room service.

- Look for that yellow Range Rover.

Okay.

- Your champagne, sir.

- I didn't order...

One moment, Mr. Troop.

I want to hear what this bastard

has to say for himself.

I'm Jimmy's old colleague,

Eddie Temple.

- F***!

- He told you to locate my daughter.

Hunt her down

like some lost mongrel.

He said you asked for his help.

Mr. Troop could find anyone

on the planet in 10 minutes flat.

If you'd laid a finger on my daughter,

you'd be over the edge like that.

You'd join that sh*t, Kinky...

...who thought he could take

my 5 grand and f*** me over.

The audacity.

How f***ing dare you?

I've known Jimmy Price for 45 years.

It pays me to keep an eye on him.

Do you know what a remora fish is?

- Yes.

- Oh, you do?

Well, Jimmy has been swimming

in my slipstream all my f***ing life.

I thought he might put some

volatile psychopath on the job.

But I've checked you out, son.

You're a smart boy.

But you keep

very, very bad company.

You know, I host a charity

golf tournament every year.

Quite an event in the social calendar,

if I do say so myself.

I like to invite Jimmy. Some of my

friends find him absurdly hilarious.

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