Snatch Page #8

...while he's been cleaning up.

We're worse off now than

when we started.

The next day we went

to the campsite...

...but the gypsies had disappeared

during the night.

Which was probably a good thing...

...considering they'd just buried

Where is he?

He ain't f***ing here,

that's for sure.

We can't ask a man to fight for us

if we can't find him, can we?

You won't find a pikey that

doesn't want to be found.

He could be in a campsite

in Kampu-f***ing-chea by now.

Bollocks! Come on.

-What you doing here?

-What's it got to do with you?

So, what you doing here?

I'm taking the dog for a walk.

What's the problem?

What's in the car?

Seats and a steering wheel.

What do you know about gypsies?

I know they're not to be trusted.

All right, get your dog. On your way.

Get the dog, Tommy.

The dog.

All right, boy. Come on.

Come on, Daisy. No, Daisy!

He loves that dog.

Always playing silly games.

Stop messing about

and get it in the car. Tommy!

Good boy. Good boy.

Good boy, Daisy, good boy.

Could you tell me...

...why you got a dead man

with an arm missing in your boot?

Hey, George...

...is that a tea cosy on his head?

Oh, you love a dog, don't you, Tommy?

Tommy persuaded me to keep the dog.

I eventually agreed,

as long as he took it to a vet.

I couldn't stand

that squeaking anymore.

The vet found half an undigested

shoe, a squeaky toy...

...and an 84-carat diamond

lodged in its stomach.

It's quite amazing what can happen

in a week.

Still didn't shut it up, though.

So, what do you do?

You go see the man that knows

about these sort of things.

So, what do you think?

Do you know anyone who'd be interested?

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