The Business Page #4
Sammy cut away anyone he didn't need.
Every day above ground
No-one was safe. I'm telling you, f***ing no-one.
Sam, there's a geezer out front
wants to see you.
Who is it?
One of the mayor's lot.
Hello, English. How are you?
What do you f***ing want?
The mayor is having a dinner party
at his residence this evening.
He has requested your company.
What for?
That's between you and him.
A party, eh?
We expect you at six.
It's glamorous casual.
Tell your man we'll be there.
- OK.
I tell my man you'll be there.
Whatever. Come on.
Listen, we can't exactly blank him.
We'll make a night of it.
- What's f***ing glamorous casuals, anyway?
- I'd better dust my tux off, eh?
What for?
For the party.
No need to bother, Dan.
Oh, yeah, Sam? Why's that?
What do you think, Ron?
What's that mean? You dropping us?
No-one's dropping anyone.
But some things are for us only.
- All right?
- I thought we were all partners.
Well, we f***ing well ain't partners, Ron.
You and your pal are on the payroll.
So don't start getting f***ing lemon.
There was never talk of partnerships.
You both f***ing knew the deal
and we've looked after you.
Sammy, are you f***ing winding us up?
No, I'm not winding you up, Ron.
Ronnie, come on.
Let's go.
- What do you reckon?
- F*** 'em. They're gonna have to swallow.
Listen, Frank, this ain't like the real world.
Every c*nt on this coast is your pal
when you're looking after 'em.
The next day, they wanna f*** you,
and the day after that,
they wanna be your pal again.
It's a f***ing dog business.
What about you?
Me?
I'm different.
F***ing hell, kid. This is where you wanna be.
Three years, this'll be mine.
Nice gun.
Tell the mayor
he's got a fantastic place here.
Ask him if we can rent one of the wings.
Le gusta tu casa.
Dice que, "Es posible arrendar un ala aqu?"
Lo primero que me interesa saber
es qu es lo que estn trayendo
en los botes aquellos?
What's he say?
He said, "Thank you."
And?
He would like to know
what are you bringing on the boats?
What boats?
Dice, "Qu botes?"
Dile que, en este mundo, todo
se puede arreglar si uno conoce la gente clave.
He say anything is possible
if you know the right people.
Amigos?
Amigos.
OK.
Una cosa ms. Y es muy importante.
Con la coca, no.
Marijuana, ningn problema.
Siguen trayendola, bueno.
Pero, si con la coca, hay problema.
There is one thing you must know.
The cocaine.
You must never bring it onto his coast.
The marijuana is OK.
But if you sell the cocaine, it is a problem.
And if there is a problem,
you lose.
Buenos amigos, eh?
Amigos.
Ese chico
me lo sientan al lado para la cena?
to sit next to you for dinner.
Tell him it's OK.
Modern Love
# I know when to go out
# I know when to stay in
# Get things done
# I catch the paperboy
# But things don't really change
# I'm standing in the wind...
What do you reckon?
- Oi-oi!
- Wahay!
# Never gonna fall for modern love
# Walks beside me
# Modern love
# Walks on by
- I think we should knock down that wall, darling.
- Whatever you want.
Get rid of all that Spanishified sh*t.
I want red, black and chrome everywhere.
See that terracotta? It's gotta go.
I want marble throughout.
- My gun cabinet?
- Can't you put them under the bed?
#... God and man
# God and man
# No confessions
# God and man
# No religion
# God and man
# Don't believe in...
That should take care of it.
Now f*** off out of my house.
He means it.
Now, be careful, there's a day's money in there.
Go on.
And keep the change, you Toby.
Oooh! Ha, ha!
- I think that was out, Charl.
- Sammy, it was in.
- No, that's... Carl?
- Ace.
- No, it was out, Charl.
- It was in.
It was f***ing out! Don't f***ing cheat!
- C*nt.
Sammy, it was in!
I ain't playing, Charl.
Oi!
- I ain't playing no more, Charlie. And you.
You sad f***.
Come on, mate.
# Modern love
# Modern love
# Walks on by
# Modern love
# Gets me to the church on time
# Church on time
# Terrifies me
# Church on time
# Puts my trust in God...
With the mayor on our side,
we f***ing smashed it.
As long as we wet his beak
and stayed away from cocaine, he loved us.
While the English police sat around scratching
their canisters wondering how we did it,
we opened the club for Sunday lunch,
sat back and enjoyed our roast.
IHola! Magazine.
Leave off, Sam, please.
We only wanna have
a bit of roast dinner.
We don't know
what we're supposed to have done.
Sammy, come on, it's Sunday.
- F*** 'em, Charl, they're not welcome.
- Come on, Sammy, sit down.
Come on.
It's all right, lads.
- Sit down, enjoy your dinner.
- Don't worry about him. Come on, sit down.
Come on.
Oh, here we go.
Oh, look at it.
C*nt.
Ain't got a bit of class.
Thinks it's the bollocks
cos its old man's warm.
I think she's lovely.
- You're just jealous.
- F*** off!
- Shut up. What do you know? It's just a brass.
- That's rich.
Charlie, Frankie, come here.
Come here.
I'd give a grand to f*** you, boy.
If you thought that was bad,
it was nothing compared to what the chef said.
- We've run out of lamb.
- You're joking?
It's My Life
# I've asked myself
# How much do you...
#... commit yourself?
# Don't you forget
# Caught in the crowd
# It never ends
Come here. Charl.
- What?
- See the state of these feet.
Come here.
Go on, girls!
Wahay!
Come on, Ronnie!
Here, you wanna sort your old woman out!
# Two potato, three potato, four
# Five potato, six potato
Go on, love, give it the old...
Wahay!
Hi, Charlie.
How is he?
Please don't blow him out.
You all right, mate?
Yeah. You?
Like my pool?
Yeah, it's lovely.
What are we gonna do, Charl?
- Can we just wipe our mouth and move on?
- No.
I can't just wipe my mouth.
Listen, Sam,
you got Carly, you got your place up here.
We're moving in different directions now.
What's that supposed to mean?
It means I wanna do my own thing for a while,
see how it goes.
Just cos I nicked your watch for a f***ing laugh?
It's not a f***ing laugh, Sam.
You planted it on Frankie and he's my mate.
Well, you've only known that c*nt five minutes.
I've known you all my f***ing life, Charl.
Don't make this difficult, Sam.
I'll still be about.
I just wanna do my own thing for a bit.
Don't give me them eyes.
they make you feel good.
they make you greedy.
My Sharona
What is it?
The future.
Cocaine.
Pure.
What about the mayor?
F*** the mayor.
What do you reckon, kid? Good buzz?
Fantastic. My cock's shrunk
and I can't feel my neck.
What's the plan?
Well, I've got the Colombians sweet,
I've got the pilots sweet,
I've got the drop zone sweet.
Now all we need to do
is get the f***ing mayor sweet.
Come on, kid, think. This is worth fortunes.
How about we stick someone into the mayor?
- A sacrifice.
- Who's gonna do that?
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