The Crew Page #6

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Oh, you... Look at me!

Look at me! Look at me.

Look at your husband. Look at me.

Mm? Open your eyes, Debbie.

F***ing open your eyes.

Little f***ing pretty cokehead,

was she, eh?

Little f***ing pretty cokehead?

Reeled you in, didn't she?

Well, she f***ing

ripped you off, Debbie!

- They've f***ed off with the money!

- No! She wouldn't do it to me!

She wouldn't do it to me!

F***!

Jimmy? I'm coming over

to your place right now.

No, right f***ing now, Jimmy!

- What's up?

- Get in.

There's a change of plan.

We're doing the first truck.

What? That's in two days' time.

It's too soon. Anyway, I'm not driving

that one. I'm driving the third...

Jimmy, we're doing

the first f***ing truck.

You make sure you're f***ing driving it.

F***.

Ged, it's gonna cost you.

F***ing say that to me again.

F***ing...!

Tell me you're not f***ing

taking the piss!

- All right.

- You're getting enough out of this.

Just f***ing make sure

you're on that f***ing truck!

Go on, f*** off!

F***ing...

...be prepared, and we're now

doing it on the 20th. OK?

Does it have to be that day?

Can't we do the second one?

Anthony, I'll get you back in time

for your communion. Stop worrying.

- You're late.

- What's the panic?

Changed the date, lad.

We're doing the first one on the 20th.

- Same day as the communion.

- He says we'll be finished before that.

Since when do you give a f***

about a communion?

- 20th a problem for you?

- No, it's sound.

It's not a problem, Ged.

Francis.

- Are you up for going to the communion?

- Course I am.

What, now?

Well, yeah. I'm kind of in the middle

of something. Can't it wait?

- What are you wearing?

- A suit, I think.

George, I'll see you later.

Right, guys, see yous all on the 20th.

- Get a good rest, eh?

- So that's it?

I was f***ing called here for that?

Are we finished?

- He's changed the plans?

- Don't worry about that.

Tell Lepi it's the same job,

details, route, just a different date.

Got you.

Don't make it sound as if it's anything

to panic about. Don't flap.

Flap? What do you mean? I don't flap.

- What the f*** are you doing now?

- I don't f***ing flap!

For f***'s sake, Paul!

Get out the car.

You get in the car.

Just get out the car, will you?

- A picture.

- Please, no!

- Richie, you piece of sh*t. Smile.

- You f***ing c*nt!

- Did you get that?

- Yeah, got that one.

All right, lads.

Get me down. Please.

Please.

Stop.

No, please, no more.

Tell him. Tell him what you told me.

Tell him. Tell him, Richie. Tell him.

- F***ing...

- Francis.

F***ing take him down, will you?

- Tell him.

- Ratter.

- Who?

- It was Ratter.

- F***ing hell.

- Tell him. Tell him.

Tell him what you told me.

- Who?

- Ratter.

Who?! Who told you?

Francis...

Who told you?

Ratter! F***ing Ratter!

Ratter told me.

- What did he tell you to do?

- To kill Leo.

- What?

- To kill Leo.

Just shut him up now.

- Kill Leo!

- Shut him up now.

- F***ing why?

- To take over his patch.

Ratter told us to do it.

- That's enough now.

- What the f*** are you doing?

Shut the boy up. You know

I've got f*** all to do with this.

- Do I?

- Yes, you f***ing do.

You see, he would have had

to have had the nod from you, Francis.

You f***ing did,

cos I watched you do it.

Tell me you f***ing gave him the nod.

You gave him the nod.

Yeah, to take over Leo's patch,

but not to f***ing kill him.

I can't believe you'd do that to me!

I can't f***ing believe you're making

little land deals behind my back

without cutting me in on it.

But we do things, Gerard.

It's what we do.

All right.

This... This PlayStation thing.

- You're gonna have to drop it.

- F***ing no chance.

I'm f***ing doing it.

I f***ing am. I'm doing it, Franner.

I've heard the Serbs

are gonna be involved.

Be a f***ing blood bath.

You wanna watch yourself.

That is a f***ing chance I'm gonna take.

Understand me?

Because I'm f***ing doing that job.

Besides, that little f***ing land deal

has gone f***ing tits up.

F***ed off with my money.

Are you telling me you got shafted?

Yeah. I'm losing my f***ing touch.

- Who was it?

- Slick little f***er.

Called himself Keith Thompson.

F***ing little husband and wife team.

I checked him out. He seemed kosher.

I f***ing hold my hands up.

They f***ing took me for a ride.

That is why I am f***ing doing this job!

Do you f***ing understand me?!

I f***ing need it!

Don't f***... Don't f***ing stop me!

- Gerard...

- Don't f***ing stop me.

I'm not asking.

I'm telling you. For your own good.

You're not doing it.

Please...

Maybe you're right.

See? Wasn't that hard, was it?

No.

Are you your brother's keeper?

No.

Don't worry about your kid.

I'll take care of that. For you.

OK?

You just clean this mess up.

F*** off.

Please don't. Please.

- See you, Richie.

- Just get me down. Please.

Please, Ged. Please.

Please.

- Shh.

- Please. Please.

Don't...

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes. Close your eyes.

Shh, shh, shh.

Shh. Richie.

- Close your eyes.

- Please.

- Ged, please.

- Close your f***ing eyes!

- Don't be late for that service, you.

- I'll be there.

We've f***ing done it. We've done it!

After this,

no one will be f***ing with us.

We're f***ing gonna be untouchable.

It's just the f***ing start, mate.

We'll be making much bigger f***ing

deals than this, I promise you, lad.

Come on!

Listen, I'm gonna have to go, mate.

See you later. All right?

Oi, Jimmy.

You have to finish that before you get

in. There's no food or drink allowed.

- It's the rules.

- Jimmy! Jimmy! You haven't signed.

Oh, sh*t.

- Sorry, mate.

- OK, don't worry about it.

- All right. Don't panic.

- Yeah, all right.

- Ged.

- All right, boss.

All right.

Everyone's here,

but I can't f***ing get hold of Rats.

He's not coming.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

It's gonna be

the year of the f***ing Rat, mate.

And the year of the f***ing Hom.

Gerard? Gerard f***ing who?

Shut the f*** up, will you, Paul, lad?

F***'s sake.

- Can I have some more?

- Easy with that!

Checking in. One, two. Hear me?

All good this end.

Richie, it's Paul.

Get back to me, you little prick.

What's the story with Rats,

then, George? Why isn't he here?

Rats isn't coming. Simple as that.

End of story. So just forget

about the f***er, will you?

- The f***er should be here.

- Well, he's not, is he?

So just f***ing shut up, will you?!

This isn't like Ged. Last-minute job.

Well, sometimes

plans have gotta change, haven't they?

That way, you stay ahead of the game,

don't you?

- If this is a dud, we're off.

- F***ing behave, will you?!

If Ged says it's gonna be a big one,

it's gonna be f***ing big, all right?!

Eh, Tony, what if

these f***ing Brennans show up, mate?

F*** them. They won't turn up.

Don't worry about them.

We'll have to go right through

these c*nts if theys turn up.

Shut the f*** up. Let's get this job

done and get the f*** out of here.

You've forgotten who you are.

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