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Well, get a wiggle on.

While I'm still young.

London's massive!

London is...

I've been to Paris. It's a big town.

It's a big town.

There's no doubt about that.

Very, very, very, very big town.

But nothing compared to London.

All the roads, all weird. All medieval.

We got medieval stuff.

Don't get me wrong,

our medieval stuff's

better than

their medieval stuff.

But our medieval stuff's

easier to drive around.

Do you know what I mean?

Listen, oi, you'll love this.

I had a geezer in earlier, sitting

there casual as you like,

browsing through a porno mag.

Nothing horrible,

just your basic

top-shelf sh*t,

you know what I mean.

But still, I mean, that ain't

normal behavior is it? Eh?

What?

Porno mag, in a taxi,

ain't normal, is it?

And that's got me thinking.

Who reads porno mags anyway,

these days, eh?

It's all for free on the Internet, innit?

You don't need it.

Who would volunteer that?

Go into a shop, pick up a magazine,

then you've gotta pay for it.

Surely, that is humiliating

but people must do it,

otherwise

they wouldn't be there,

all stacked up, proud as

punch, in all their glory.

- Are you all right, mate?

- Huh?

Only you don't look too good,

if you don't mind me saying.

Shitty day.

All right, brother. We've all had 'em.

We've all had 'em.

Get a haircut, man!

Who are you?

Matt.

F*** off, Matt.

I'm here for Keon.

What do you want?

Just, uh... some drugs.

Drugs?

Anything in particular?

Cannabis.

Are you police?

No.

No.

I'm just f***ing with you.

Police wouldn't have

looked like a limp dick.

Keon's asleep, but I'll...

Sort you out.

Enter.

Wait in here.

Jesus, can you smell yourself?

When was the last time

you took a f***ing bath?

Get in there.

Sit.

Sit.

F***ing sit!

F***ing pricks.

You all right?

You all right?

Oh, god. Oh, my god, Anna.

I'm so, so sorry.

And I didn't...

I didn't know, babe.

I swear I didn't know.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

You got a smoke?

You got a smoke?

Hmm?

You got a smoke?

I'm f***ing talking to you!

- Do you understand

what I'm saying?

You understand?

Get to f***, you Mong!

Oh, my god.

What you doing?

Uh...

I need to use the toilet.

You should have

gone in the lift.

Get a move on.

You two, wait in here.

Hey, where's

my f***ing phone, man?

Hey, where's my

f***ing phone, man?

How the f*** do I know?

Give me a tip.

What's this fool sleeping for?

Hello, sweetheart.

Who are them two?

Punters, man.

Yeah?

How long am I gonna

have these f***ing

white boys in my

living room for?

I'll deal with 'em now.

Hey, have you seen my phone?

What did you want?

Um...

Uh, one, one bag.

One bag?

Yeah.

What the f*** is a one bag?

You know, just...

One bag.

I'll give you a special.

Heavy smokers only.

Three grams for 120 quid.

It's pollen.

It'll fluff out.

F***'s sake.

You can owe me.

Hey!

You take my phone?

You take my f***ing phone?

Well, someone did. Someone

took my f***ing phone.

This'll be fun.

Hey, listen,

am I a f***ing d*ckhead?

You playing that f***ing game

while I'm talking?

Where's my phone?

Where's my phone, huh?

And what the f***

are you laughing at? Huh?

- You think it's funny?

- I wasn't laughing.

No one is leaving here until I get my sh*t.

You understand?

You think this is

a f***ing joke? Huh?

Him. The other one. Get up.

Do you have my sh*t?

Do you have my sh*t?

No. No? Well, someone does.

Where's the other

white boy? Huh?

You understand me? You understand a

word coming out of my mouth? Huh?

Where is the other white boy?

Ah, you.

Where the f*** have you been?

Hmm?

Where the f*** have you been, boy?

Hmm?

- You stole my phone. Huh?

- Huh?

You stole my phone. Yeah.

He stole my f***ing phone.

You stole my f***ing phone!

Where is it?

Where the f*** is it?

Where is it?

Where's my f***ing phone? Where's my phone?

Where is it?

Where's my...

He took my phone.

- Have you been robbed?

- Yeah.

I've been robbed. I had it

when I went in the room.

Now it's gone.

Where is it?

- I don't know! I don't know!

- Don't f*** with me.

- Where's my phone?

- I didn't take no one's phone.

Yeah, shut up. I know what he's done.

I know what he's done.

I saw him dropping

the stuff to his mates

through the window in that room.

That's what you f***ing did,

didn't you, you motherf***er?

I'm gonna go down. I'm gonna go

down and speak to his mates.

I'm gonna go down

and I'm gonna roughen 'em up.

Roughen 'em up.

That's what I'm gonna do. I'm

gonna f***ing sort 'em out.

Oi!

Oh, sh*t!

You f***ing prick!

Come on.

Sh*t!

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

Get him!

Come on.

You gonna order something, boss?

Yeah, I'll get

a double beef Bangla burger.

With chips, yeah?

I'm all right.

5.50, Bruv.

I didn't want any Mayo.

- It's garlic sauce, innit?

- I don't want any.

Give me another burger

without mayonnaise.

It's not Mayo.

It's garlic sauce.

Give me another burger!

What, what is it?

Are you the manager?

Yeah.

Sorry, um...

Is there a problem?

Can I use your toilet?

Yeah.

Down the hall.

What's going on?

What is the problem?

Stupid customer, innit?

Wait!

What are you doing?

Don't call the customer stupid.

Don't think about

customers like that.

You get out!

Bloody waste of space!

You gonna order something, Bruv?

Yeah, I'll get

a double beef Bangla burger.

- With chips, yeah?

- I'm all right.

Your clothes. Off.

Just f***ing get it done!

Hey... What is that back there?

What were you watching?

- What is that?

- Watching?

Yeah.

Nothing.

I'm not watching anything.

- What are you doing there?

- I saw you earlier filming me.

You're part of this, aren't you?

I want you out.

Get out!

Get back! Get back!

Get back! Get back!

Drop the ladle!

Drop the ladle.

Drop it.

Is this a game? Huh?

Is this a game you bet on?

Huh?

Take my girlfriend, nearly

kill me, for a f***ing game?

Are you a part of this?

Who are you?

I just make the burgers.

I know nothing.

This isn't real.

None of it's been real.

This gun is...

Isn't gonna kill anyone.

It's not even real.

You f***ing...

Sh*t!

- You motherfucking... You shot my leg!

- I'm sorry.

- You f***er! Mother...

- I'm so...

- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

- You f***er!

You motherfucking Bhenchod!

He shot my bloody leg!

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

I'm sorry, Anna.

I'm sorry for everything.

You're an arsehole.

Come on then!

No!

Get your f***ing hands off me!

No! No! No!

No!

F***ing... f***!

No! No! No!

No!

No!

Hello, Matthew.

Well done. It's over.

She's just through that door.

You should be proud.

You got to see

who you really are.

It's been fun.

Anna! Anna!

Anna?

No.

Is this what you want?

For me to kill someone?

Is this what you want?

I want to know who I am.

You don't have to do this.

I do.

Oh.

Matt, what... What's

happened to you? Matt!

What's happened to you?

Matt, please...

What's happened to your face?

Who has done this to you?

Matt, please.

Matt... Matt.

What are you looking at?

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