The Crew Page #3

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We could all be earning a fortune.

Get the f*** off me. Get the f***

off me. You're as bad as him.

It's a shithouse firm.

All of you know it's f***ing sh*t.

Hang around with your poncy mate.

Let somebody else have a go.

- Take it easy.

- Ged, I mean it.

Trying to be the big f***ing "I am".

You've forgotten who you are, mate.

You're a f***ing fraud!

F***ing c*nts, all of you!

So what I reckon is that we have

the same deal as what you had with Leo.

There's no need to get

into renegotiating and all that shite.

But there's certainly...

There's certainly room for expansion.

Oh, for f***'s sake, mate.

What the f***?

Look, you were a valued customer.

I wanna make sure that stays in place.

F***ing c*nt.

I hear that most people think that Porky

getting done in is down to me.

It's just f***ing rumours, mate.

But that's why I think it's wise

if you keep things the way they are.

If you were to start dealing direct,

it might not look so good.

Beat it.

I'm going.

- Oh, darling!

- Ah, my darling!

It's well known that your firm

should have been much bigger by now.

But you're not, are you?

Because of our Ged.

You've had the mockers put on a lot of

your operations. It's the same for me.

So what I'm proposing

is we do a little business ourselves.

Who knows what might happen?

- You like it, Moby?

- Get 'em out. Come on. Get 'em out.

- Moby.

- Listen, how you doing, man?

- It's about your bill.

- Oh, yeah.

- It's getting way out of hand.

- I don't get you.

You owe us 900.

- Jeez. Oh, really?

- Yes, really.

The Brennans getting involved

in the drugs game?

Not exactly, no.

Let's just say that I'm branching out

into more diverse areas of business.

And on that note, seeing as this will be

our first venture together,

I'm gonna have to ask for the money

up front, just to get things moving.

- Why would I agree to that?

- You haven't got a f***ing choice!

Eh, eh.

Who's the b*tch?

F***ing keep it down, lad.

Let me do the talking.

[speak Serbian]

Passports.

I can see you've got your hands full,

so why don't I give you some more time

to think about it?

I don't need more time.

The answer is no.

- C*nt!

- Just take it easy, lad, will you, eh?

He'll come round. Come on.

I need you to get the Irishman

on the phone for us.

All right, boys.

- What are you doing here?

- What do you think?

Didn't think it was your scene,

especially you.

We've gotta get off,

so we'll see you later.

Lads, listen, say f*** all, eh?

You know what Ged's like.

Yeah, don't worry about it. We were

never here, mate. Enjoy yourself.

Yes.

I've got it all in here.

There's three trucks going out, a week

apart. The best one to hit is the third.

If the first two go without incident,

believe me, the third one'll be easy.

I'll bung Terry the usual

to make sure I'm on the third truck.

Now, all the trucks on this run

are fitted with GPS.

At the most you have ten minutes

with the truck being static

before the office puts in a call

to see what's going on.

Right, I'll take you through the route.

Now, as always, there's no guarantee

that won't change.

They could alter the route.

Why? Don't they trust you lot?

What else?

Hang onto this.

Take those as well, will you?

Looking sharp.

Oh!

You looking at me, you piece of sh*t?

Come on, you f***ing pig.

Go on, dance, monkey!

John Paul.

- Thanks for agreeing to see us.

- I was on my way to Manchester anyway.

- I know, but you're busy, so...

- Think you might be able to do this?

I know I can.

- Is your brother in?

- No.

- What does Franner say?

- I'm seeing him later.

- You haven't cleared this with him?

- He'll be sound.

Don't talk to me

until you've been to Franner.

Hang on. Hang on.

Look, it'll be sound. We go way back.

- Speak to him first.

- He knows what I'm doing.

Look, you're a difficult man

to get hold of, aren't you?

I had to take my opportunity to get you.

If you are f***ing me about,

I will f***ing kill you, OK?

Yeah.

Sound, yeah.

Are you familiar with the system?

- So you'll know it's always cash.

- No problem. Have you got a date yet?

- 20th. Any problems with that?

- No, it's sound. Couldn't be better.

- You're a man in the know, are you?

- I keep my ear to the ground.

Good. Good.

Me also.

You wouldn't happen to know anything

about who took Leo out, would you?

Rumours. I'll find out, though.

We'll be in touch.

What the f*** have you been doing?

Nothing.

- Come on. What did he say?

- F*** all, really.

It's safe. Just got to work out

how to get the money.

- How are we gonna do that?

- Lepi.

- He told us to f*** off.

- I'll change his mind.

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

- Shut the f*** up!

You're always so f***ing negative.

What's wrong with you?

Paul. Listen, mate, Paul,

just f***ing...

I need to chill out, yeah?

Look, we're gonna make him an offer

he can't refuse.

Right, lad?

Come on.

So it's on?

It's f***ing on, man.

We're gonna sort him out.

- We're gonna be rich!

- We're gonna be f***ing rich, kid.

Whoo!

Oh!

Hello.

Sue. Sticky Sue.

Sticky Sue.

Yeah, I'm looking at you

on the internet.

F***ing right.

What, now? All right, yeah. I'm coming.

Yeah, I'll be on my way.

Hi, Moby.

There you are!

Send her, then. And get that

f***ing blond lad now, soft shite.

Filthy fat b*tch.

- You're gonna get some of me.

- I'm gonna get all of you.

Tell them about

when you met Bill Clinton.

Moby, you dirty boy.

Get up. In the middle.

Now dance.

Go on! F***ing dance!

No kissing. No kissing.

Dirty, filthy pig.

You f***ing fat b*tch.

- You're gonna get it.

- Go on, then.

It was his car. Bill Clinton's car.

Bill Clinton. I mean, come on.

Come on, fat arse. Grab his arse.

Arse. Nice arse.

Stick your finger in her c*nt.

You f***ing like it, you.

And you now. Grab his f***ing cock.

Grab his cock.

Grab his f***ing cock.

You want some of this?

That's it.

You defer the tax on the properties

for at least five years.

Just buy the right asset

at the right time and sell it on.

Some smackheads are putting it about

they might know what happened,

You wouldn't happen to know...

- You wanna f***ing help?

- All right, all right, all right.

Please.

F*** off!

- Dirty little f***ing smackhead.

- You f***er.

Get the f*** out!

Get out, you dirty f***ing c*nt!

You! Get out! Now!

- Do you wanna dance?

- No, you're all right, darling.

I'm f***ed. I'm having a quiet one.

Hey. Go dance. Go dance.

- What the f*** do you want?

- You know what the f*** I want.

I'm only having a beer. Cheeky c*nt.

I want it dealing with now.

Really? Hello.

When all this has calmed down,

why don't we go away?

Hm? Somewhere else.

Just me, you and the boy.

Spend some time together.

- Turn it off. Ged.

- Sorry.

Now, then.

Keep him there.

I've gotta go.

Debs, it's Moby, OK?

Look, I'm sorry.

- Not yet. The night is young.

- I'm sorry. You throw a great party.

- Here's to many more, yeah?

- Definitely. Sure you gotta go?

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