The Crew Page #7

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

- I will catch them.

- F***ing Ratter!

Trust me.

- Here we go, gents.

- 60 seconds to go.

Get out! Get the f*** out!

F***ing get out! Come on!

Ten minutes, boys! Ten minutes!

- What the f*** are you doing?

- Just in case.

Are you f***ing stupid? It's Franner.

You can't carry a gun. Put it back.

I f***ing mean it, lad. Put it back.

F***'s sake.

What's got into you?

Now, look, let me do the talking.

Ahoy, shipmates.

All right, Franner. Didn't expect to see

you here, but it's always a pleasure.

- You have the cash, I presume?

- Yeah, it's all there.

And... Where are the goods?

There's a bit of a problem

on that score, boys.

Yeah, we've had a few developments

concerning a fat friend of ours.

F***!

Paul!

Franner, mate, I can explain this.

We go f***ing way back, don't we, now?

All right, go on.

- What else?

- We're running the old decoy system.

So they send out a dummy truck

on a different route.

I'm the dummy truck. The dummy truck.

I want all the information

on that decoy truck. All the routes.

What's the point?

They're all empty, aren't they?

- Just get it.

- F***ing hell.

Here you are. That's for your trouble.

- Make sure you drop them two far out.

- Not a bother.

See you later.

All right. So? How'd you get on?

What, totally empty?

I tried. I'll drive myself.

I've got a nice new car there.

See you in a bit.

Make it look good, eh?

I already have, Jimmy.

I already have.

So you've had a good day?

You?

So-so.

Got something for you.

Take care.

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