Snatch Page #4

And why's that?

Because the deal is, the Russian

gets the case, we get the money.

What's in the case?

For f***'s sake, Tyrone, just

concentrate on the steering wheel.

Jesus.

-Private night tonight, chaps.

-I'm well aware of that, my son.

That's why we're here.

Well done. This is the back way in.

Oh, really?

I thought it was the front.

-Private night tonight, chaps.

-We know. That's why we're here.

Tickets.

Are we ever gonna get into this place?

Avi, Avi, you gotta understand.

This ain't exactly Vegas,

and this ain't exactly legal.

I'm not looking for Vegas

or for legal.

I'm looking for Franky.

I know that,

and he said he's gonna be here.

-If there's gambling, he'll be here.

-Let's not have a f***-up.

You won't let us down.

He's going down in the fourth,

don't you worry about that.

Is that him?

I don't know.

How many fingers did he have?

Sorry, I didn't get

the binoculars out in time.

Let's not stand on ceremony.

Let's start the show.

Do you know who

this bookies belongs to?

If you know what's good for you

you'll give me everything--

What are you doing?

What does it look like

I'm doing up here?

This is starting to hurt, Solomon.

Drop the screen now.

How you doing, Vince?

I'd do a lot better

if you'd stop using my name.

-Fill that bag.

-All bets are off.

I am not in here

to make a f***ing bet.

Appreciated...

...but all bets...

...are...

...off.

If all bets are off, then there

can't be any money, can there?

I ain't f***ing buying that.

That's handy because I ain't

f***ing selling it. It's a fact.

What have you got?

Nothing, really.

A few coins, but no notes.

Show me your hands.

You've got five fingers.

Copper coins.

What do you mean,

copper-f***ing-coins?

It won't open

because it's a security door.

Hold that.

My leg.

What are you moaning about?

It didn't even touch it.

We're f***ed.

What the f*** are you two doing?

Get us out of here.

Tyrone, what are you doing?

Get us out of here!

Who the f*** is this man, Tyrone?

He's a man with four fingers

and a briefcase, Vinny.

In the red corner...

...we have the young

and unchallenged....

So, Mickey, you're going down

in the fourth. Is that clear?

Just make sure he doesn't kill me.

So give it up

for the bone-crunching...

...one-punch machine gun...

...Mickey!

And in the other corner....

Now, I know he looks

like a fat f***er--

Well, he is a fat f***er,

but he's dirty and he's dangerous.

Bomber "The Mad Man" Harris!

Now, try and look like a fighter.

Let's get ready...

...to rumble!

Do you realize I'm

f***ing forty grand down?

What's the f***ing crack?

-I'll make it up to you.

-I ain't happy.

I'll make it up to you, I promise.

Stand on me.

Oh, that f***ing pikey's

put me in it.

Thanks for the tip, Brick Top.

Listen, you f***ing fringe,

if I throw a dog a bone...

...I don't want to know

if it tastes good.

Stop me again whilst I'm walking and

I'll cut your f***ing jacobs off.

-He's here.

-Well, you explain it to him.

-What you doing?

-The case was attached to his arm.

So why didn't you chop it off?

We ain't f***ing butchers, Boris.

But he has the case.

Look, we--

Well, you have a problem.

There weren't much cash

at the bookies.

Okay.

Here is the 10 grand.

No. Keep it. We want this.

Well, at least half of this.

What was in the case was mine.

What was in the bookies was yours.

Okay?

It wasn't much, but here is

the 10 large to help the situation.

No, I'm afraid

it's too late for that.

We want half of this, and that's

because we're being generous.

We could, by all rights, keep

the whole f***ing stone, Boris.

Watch out!

Drop the gun, fat boy.

You f***ing idiots.

He could not know my name.

Give me the stone.

-It's in the case.

-What?

It's in the case.

You put the stone in the case?

Open it and give me the stone.

The only man who knew

the combination, you just shot.

Now, it's not too clever to hang

about after Mickey's performance.

Brick Top, in short, will be looking

to kill Tommy, Mickey and myself.

I know he's looking for us,

but I don't have a choice.

I'm happy to leave the country,

but I need money to do so.

But any money I have is in the safe,

which is in the office.

Once I have that, it's--

Oink, oink.

Sh*t.

So that's where you keep the sugar.

What brings you two here?

Run out of pants to sniff?

That sounds like hostility,

doesn't it?

And we don't like hostility,

do we, Errol?

No, we don't, John.

I just had them polished.

Go and put the kettle on.

-You take sugar?

-No, thank you, Turkish.

I'm sweet enough.

He's now your problem.

Okay?

You can keep the 10 grand,

along with the body...

...but if I see you again,

you motherfuckers....

Well, look at him.

I've got a bare-knuckle fight

in a couple of days.

I want to use the pikey.

All right. Of course.

Of course, f***ing of course.

I wasn't asking, I was telling.

But this time...

...I do want him to go down

in the fourth.

And I do mean it, this time.

Now, I know you come back here

to open your safe.

So now you can open it.

Turkish has been a busy

little bastard.

I think he's got away with enough.

Thinking can get you into trouble,

Errol. I shouldn't do so much of it.

That takes care of one little piggy.

Now find me the silly sods

who blagged the bookies.

Find them today.

Top of the morning

to you, Mrs. O'Neil.

Tommy.

You're a snake in the grass,

ain't you? Where'd they come from?

You're looking for my boy, are you?

-Do you know where I can find him?

-Yeah.

Would you like

to share that information?

I don't want you getting

my boy into trouble.

He's my only boy.

And he's a good boy.

He's coursing.

What's coursing?

Hare coursing.

They set two lurchers--

They're dogs, before you ask.

On a hare.

And the hare has to outrun the dogs.

So, what if it doesn't?

Well, the big rabbit gets f***ed,

doesn't it?

Proper f***ed?

Yeah, Tommy.

Before "zee" Germans get there.

Do you know these tits, Errol?

I know a lot of tits...

...but I don't know any

as f***ing stupid as these two.

John?

I can't help, guv.

Tyrone.

You silly, fat bastard.

-Do you want to do it?

-That depends.

On what?

On you buying this caravan.

Not the rouge one. The rose.

-It's not the same caravan.

-Not the same fight.

It's twice the size of the last one.

The fight is twice the size.

And me ma needs a caravan.

I like to look after me ma.

It's a fair deal. Take it.

You're lucky we aren't worm food

after your last performance.

Buying a tart's mobile palace

is a little f***ing rich.

I wasn't calling your mum a tart.

I just meant...

Save your breath for cooling

your porridge.

Right. And she's terrible

partial to the periwinkle blue.

Have I made myself clear?

Yeah, that's perfectly clear, Mickey.

Just give me one minute

to confer with my colleague.

Did you understand a word

of what he said?

I'll tell you what.

F***er.

I'll bet you for it.

You'll what?

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