The Crew Page #2

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he's done one to Marbella, hasn't he?

- Anyone f***ing following this?

- Hang on, Ged. You're gonna like this.

- We're talking Brewster's.

- I hope that's all we're talking.

That's the thing, you see, Ged.

The game's wide open.

And it needs someone to step in.

Not just any c*nt, no.

- It needs someone known...

- Shut the f*** up. What've I told you?

Just hear the lad out.

Things have changed in that game.

It's a f***ing global enterprise.

A what?! A f***ing...

A f***ing global what? F*** off!

You haven't heard the f***ing numbers!

Look, it's 20 times

on every key you bring in.

I can hook us up with at least

20 dealers. That's 20 times, Ged.

Shut the f*** up!

I'll give you numbers.

I'll give you f***ing numbers.

25 f***ing years.

Does that ring a bell with you?

25 f***ing years. That's what you'll get

if you mess with this sh*t.

Or worse still, you'll end up cut

to f***ing ribbons like fat f***ing Leo.

Now, you listen to me, gobshite.

There is no f***ing me and you!

F*** off, scum!

The likes of you do not hook up

the likes of me with no f***ing c*nts!

George, will yous keep the dogs

out the bar, please?

Do you wanna tell me

what the f*** that was all about?

I am f***ing disappointed in you, lad.

- What the f*** was all that about?

- He's a f***ing dinosaur.

Trying to do him a favour,

put work his f***ing way!

I know. Forget about it.

You're doing it.

You've got the car, the lifestyle.

You've got your own f***ing crew. Every

c*nt round here's talking about Ratter.

If we're taking over Leo's patch,

we'd better make sure the buyers

are all right with us supplying them.

The main one's that Scottish c*nt,

Matty. We'll see him first.

We go straight to him,

he's gonna think it's a bit convenient.

Plus we need someone

to front us the money.

- Who?

- I reckon the Serbs.

If we can get them

to front us the money,

then we'll be sorted

on our deal with the Irish.

What, you can't do the full 50?

No.

A little business deal

didn't quite go to plan recently.

- I see.

- You will get your money, Keith.

Just not today.

Ged, I hope you don't mind

me asking, but...

are you sure you can get

the rest of the investment?

I'm sure one of the other guys

wouldn't hesitate

to step in and take some of your stake

and downsize yours, if it would help.

I'm in for 250,000, Keith.

250,000 is what you're gonna get.

Good man.

I'd hate to see you

miss out on this one, Ged.

Good man.

Should have seen them all before.

Every c*nt wondering who done Leo in.

Wankers haven't got a clue.

Richie reckons that some smackheads

are putting it about

that they might know what happened.

Like what?

That they just might have seen

something that happened.

That they saw us kill Leo.

Right.

Well, we can't have that, can we?

Richie.

Sure they're definitely up there?

Yeah. We've been watching them.

- They reckon they saw something?

- They f***ing know it was us.

Remember, lads, in and out, and don't

leave a f***ing thing behind, yeah?

F***ing smackheads.

- Who is it?

- It's pest control from the council.

- Can you open up, please?

- What do you want, though?

We just want to have a look inside.

If you open the door, please.

It's not really raining now.

- Sony PlayStations.

- The new ones?

Mm-hm.

That's Fritzy's

communion pressie sorted.

Oh, and listen, knobheads,

don't forget the 20th, eh?

Why? What's happening, Mobes?

The communion, d*ckhead.

You'd all better show up.

- When is it?

- The 20th.

What day are we talking, Ged?

Could go any day.

Stand by your phones, yeah?

You listening to me, John Paul?

This could go any day. You with me?

So just lay low, yeah?

Moby, stay out of town.

I mean it. Just keep your head down.

Just until this is sorted. Then we can

all do what the f*** we want then.

It's a big one, this, lads.

More than make up

for that shambles the other day.

How big, Ged?

How big, boss?

Big. Very big.

Give me a minute.

- Hiya. Good to see you. How are you?

- Hello.

I invited Pam over

when we were having a drink last night.

- This is for you.

- Thank you.

We're on our way to a charity do

at the Royal Liverpool.

Do you play golf?

F***ing dirty bastard!

It's good for the roses, I hear.

Listen, help yourself

to whatever you fancy, yeah?

- Thanks.

- Back in a minute. Debs.

- Hi.

- Hi. I'm Marie.

- Pamela.

- Keith. Nice to meet you. Hi.

- Can I get yous a drink?

- Sure.

- What are they doing here?

- What is your problem?

- I'm talking business with the boys.

- They won't be staying long.

Then you can carry on

talking business with the boys.

I wish you would talk to me

before inviting whoever you want.

What? Ged,

I have not invited whoever I want.

I invited Pam and Keith because

they are friends of ours, real friends.

They are not freeloaders

who just constantly take from you.

When was the last time that that lot

ever offered to do anything for you?

So what's the story, morning glory?

- We live down the road. Neighbours.

- Nice.

- You?

- I'm just sort of a brother of our Ged.

You see that guy there, Moby? Moby!

He's a cousin.

Big piece of sh*t, but he's a cousin.

That's the boys. That's my nephew.

I'm better looking than all these

f***ers, wouldn't you say so, love?

- I wouldn't know.

- You with him?

- Yeah.

- It's a shame.

- Not for me.

- How d'you know our Ged, then?

Just a little business opportunity

we've been putting together.

- Like what?

- Ask him.

- You've met my baby brother.

- That's right. F***ing hell.

I am a brother, aren't I?

Am I half a brother or the full brother?

Or was I adopted? Sometimes it's hard to

f***ing remember who I'm supposed to be.

- Why don't you go and play, John Paul?

- What?

We're just chatting.

These are your new friends.

We're talking about

your little business opportunity.

I'm your brother

and these are your friends.

You're doing business with them.

So what's the f***ing problem?

- Get the f*** off.

- All right.

Just having a f***ing chat.

What's the f***ing problem?

F***ing big brothers, eh?

Always telling you what to f***ing do.

I'll see you later, love.

- Come on, lad.

- Get the f*** off. Get off!

I'm all right. Come and play

with your Uncle Ratter, eh? Come on.

- Sorry about that.

- It's no problem.

- Don't worry.

- We should get going.

- Absolutely.

- Thanks for coming.

No problem.

- Oh, are you going?

- Yeah, afraid we have to go.

Thanks for inviting us.

We're having a little drinks party

tomorrow night at our house.

We'd love you to come.

For a few of our major investors.

- We'll be there. Thank you.

- Yeah? Six?

- OK, six.

- Bye.

Come on, Ged.

Stevie.

Stevie. Stevie.

Eh, how the f*** is it OK for you to be

out doing deals behind our backs?

We can't do f*** all without you.

How the f*** does that happen?

- Because I pay you, that's how.

- Pay us?! Pay us?!

You give us f*** all.

Your jobs are worth sh*t.

That's if they f***ing happen.

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