The Crew Page #5

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So enjoy yourselves.

Feel free to tip the girls.

You all know where the slots are.

Here's your drinks.

Don't give him a drink, all right?

- Not for him. No drinks for him.

- I've only had one beer.

You've got a straightener

in the morning, soft shite.

- You're making a c*nt out of me.

- You're all right.

- I'll not have a drink.

- You're f***ing right.

So do me a favour. F*** off home! Now!

You'll thank me in the morning

when you're not nursing a hangover.

I'll pick you up at seven o'clock. Maybe

next time you'll f***ing listen to me!

Do you wanna take his place?

All right, Moby.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I spoke to the Irishman about the thing.

- Two whiskies, Joe.

- Coming up, Franner.

- You heard anything about Leo?

- Serbs. That's all I've heard.

- That's what we got told.

- That's why I wanna make this tender.

Big step up for you, lad.

- I'm good for it.

- Leo had a good network.

Solid custom guaranteed.

Whoever takes it on has gotta be able to

maintain that. Think you can handle it?

- Sorted.

- Should have come to me first.

The normal scheme of things,

that's exactly what I would have done.

Things are not normal, Franner.

I had to move quick on this.

I take it your Gerard

knows f*** all about this.

I'd like to keep it like that.

It's not his scene.

He's got his own things happening.

I just wanted to get myself set up,

have my own little thing going.

You good for the money?

Don't f*** them boys about.

It's sweet.

All right.

Keep in touch.

Come on.

- You are one dirty bastard.

- More right.

More right.

Whoa. Back up.

More.

Back. Whoa, whoa.

OK. Go.

Go.

- Push.

- I'm pushing, you dirty f***.

It's coming.

I see it.

Push!

Look at me.

Good night, was it?

No.

Wanna tell me about it?

- No.

- No.

You ever thought

of doing anything different?

You know, if we didn't do what we do.

What do you mean?

I don't know, Moby. Just...

A business or something.

Something different.

There has to be something different.

Years ago

I thought of getting a pet shop.

Exotic pets, snakes, iguanas,

that sort of thing.

- You in a shop?

- Yeah.

Why? What's wrong with that?

Nothing.

- So what stopped you?

- I don't know.

Things come up. You get sidetracked.

Years go by and then it's too late.

Do you regret that?

I sometimes think about it.

Well, it's not too late, you know.

Yeah. Maybe. Why?

After this next job, I'm out.

- I've got the fear.

- Come on.

I keep feeling my luck's running out,

and if it does... I can't do the time.

Not with my little one.

Kid needs a father.

Your Fitzy's getting to that age.

Don't you feel the same way?

- I've never really thought about it.

- You should.

Aren't you tired?

Constantly pulling blags

and knocking skulls together.

I quite like it, actually,

especially the last bit.

- Morning!

- Here we go.

You think about it.

Now go and knock his f***ing head off.

Shall we get on with it, then?

- Let's go.

- Let's go!

I'm so tired.

You know after you left the other night?

I lay there for hours.

- Really?

- I kept thinking about you.

Yeah. Me too.

Thanks for everything, Pam.

I'm having the most amazing time.

- You're welcome.

- You've been brilliant.

I'll pop round as soon as I can.

No problem. Bye.

- Nice to see you ladies working hard.

- Darling. Join us for breakfast.

I'd love to, but I just dropped in

to see Ged. Is he around?

He left early this morning.

I've been told that we'll be signing

for the land tomorrow.

- Four o'clock at our house.

- Brilliant.

Everything's been approved, so we're on.

It's just today is the final chance

to get everyone's commitment.

- Sorry, Debs.

- Oh, no, listen. I'll give him a call.

- I'm sure he won't be long.

- I need to get going.

It's no problem.

Tighter.

Ged, can you call me, please?

It's gone to voice mail.

Oh, bollocks. Um... I'm not sure

I'm going to be able to get back.

What time does the money

have to be in by?

- Noon.

- Can't you pay Ged's part now?

- He'll pay you later.

- It's a lot of money.

Keith, don't be so rude.

Ged's got the money.

- Debs, I'm really sorry.

- Hang on. How much is outstanding?

- 140,000. But we can take care of it.

- No, stay... Wait there.

F***ing c*nt!

Moby. Moby.

I think the lad's had enough.

This ends now.

I think you know what I mean.

82... Come on, lad. 83...

84... Go on.

Keep going, lad. Keep going.

Yeah. Lepi?

Your proposition regarding your brother?

You have yourself a deal, matey.

We're on. We're f***ing on, lad.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Deb?

Deb, are you OK? Are you OK?

- Debbie, are you OK? Are you OK?

- What?

- Where is the f***ing money, Debbie?!

- What?

- Where is the f***ing money, Debbie?

- I gave it to Keith.

- Keith came round here for it?

- For the land sale.

He had to get the money today.

- So why didn't you call me?

- I did. You didn't answer the phone.

How much did you give him?

It wasn't all there.

- Some in the safe and I had some...

- How much?!

108,000.

Don't worry about it.

I'll make up the rest.

Thank you, darling.

Tell Ged he can pay me back

when he's got it.

- Are you drunk?

- What?

We have been celebrating.

Is it because I gave it to him?

Ged, get off!

- Phone Pamela.

- I'm not phoning Pamela.

- Stop panicking. Everything is fine.

- I'm going round there.

- What for?

- Because I wanna see him!

OK, let me have a shower.

I'm coming with you.

I'm going now, Debbie.

All right, lads?

Richie. You wanted to see me.

His sister's been seeing one of them

f***ing Lepi's boys, hasn't she?

Told him they're planning on robbing

thousands of them new PlayStations.

Well, the Brennans

have planned the same job.

It's gonna f***ing kick off

big time, kidda.

- You want a ton for that?

- Yeah, of course.

Why would she say that?

I'll be in touch.

Keep your eye on him.

Are you all right?

You have got to be f***ing kidding me.

F***!

Vamos a uedar aqui in casa

por un poco de tiempo.

Check it out with him.

Tell him to stop dicking me around.

Y, Monica, estaremos aqui esta noche.

Hang on a second. Monica.

Monica, get me a beer or something.

Yeah, I need you to do something for me.

Yeah. Cayman Islands account.

I need you to transfer

the money for me. Yeah.

It's 003-795-160.

No, it went like a dream.

Don't worry about it. Don't worry about

it. I left them a bottle of champagne.

I'll catch you later. I'm a happy man.

Are you?

No!

- I love you.

- I love you too.

See you. Congratulations.

- See you later.

- Bye.

- We should celebrate.

- Definitely.

I don't f***ing believe this.

I must be losing my f***ing touch.

What a f***ing mess.

But they were our friends.

Excuse me?

Friends? They weren't our friends.

They were never our f***ing friends.

- They've been planning this for months.

- God.

I just can't believe

she'd do this to me.

What the f*** is that supposed to mean?

What the f*** are you talking...?

What the f*** are you talk...?

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