The Making of 'The Crew' Page #4

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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?

- Got to.

- What's so important?

Stick around. Have another few drinks.

The night is young.

See you later, mate.

They're a great couple, those two.

God, they're so boring downstairs.

I know.

Do you think they're gonna come up?

No.

You're so beautiful.

I love you.

Stop whingeing, Mobes.

Need to f***ing clean it.

F***'s sake, Gerard.

Look at me. You OK?

I'm f***ing telling you.

F***ing Lepi's crew.

What did I tell you?

He's done this for 900 quid?

It's not about his tab, is it?

This was for your benefit.

If it was Lepi's crew

that done Leo the Pig and now this...

F***ing pigs.

I need you to do a straightener for me.

- Not gonna give you any trouble, is he?

- Is he f***!

F***ing have the bastard, Mobes.

F***ing have him.

Good lad.

I'll go and see Lepi in the morning, OK?

Moby, on the head. Go on, lad.

- F***ing state of that.

- F***ing hell.

Cheeky bastards.

Half time, boys.

A few surprises for them.

Let me tell you about those Serbs.

They would be f***ing unstoppable

if they could just get f***ing started.

We're not gonna let that happen.

It's being dealt with,

so I don't wanna hear another word.

I'm having a straightener.

- F***ing shut up, will you?

- Can we get on with why we're here?

We're going to fat Leo's f***ing wake

tonight, may he rest in f***ing hell.

You know who's gonna be there.

F***ing eyes and ears.

- Know anything about Leo?

- Franner. I bet he knows about it.

You happy about that? I'm not.

- I don't know nothing about him.

- You must know something.

I've got a f***ing reputation.

I'm gonna restore that reputation.

- What are you doing?

- George is gonna start us off.

That's for your time.

It's for your time.

We'll have the two Jimmys fencing,

as per usual.

Good lad. You'll go far.

You f***ing won't.

Lucas, Walker, Bailey, Rats, on the MP5.

Why did you not break his f***ing jaw?

There's a GPS tracker we need to lose.

- What do you know about Leo?

- What about him?

- What, you've heard nothing?

- What's going round, like.

That it was the Serbs.

What about the smackheads

that got carved up?

- Smackheads?

- Don't be cheeky, d*ckhead.

- What about some smackheads?

- What, you've heard nothing about 'em.

F*** all. Have yous heard

anything about some smackheads?

F***ing heard about no smackheads.

We'll be in touch.

John Paul, can I have a word, please?

I've gotta go somewhere, mate.

I just wanna talk to you

about the other day, at the barbecue.

Don't worry about it.

But I do worry about it.

I worry for you.

Anyway, I'm sorry.

I was out of order. I've been a bit

stressed lately with this and that.

Forget about it. It's cool.

This will be big, John Paul.

You will be sorted then.

Do you understand?

Trust me.

I know. Yeah.

Yeah.

Love ya.

John Paul.

Fancy a pint or something?

Do I fancy a pint or something?

I've gotta f***ing see Lepi, haven't I?

Remember? Soft arse.

- Well, do you want backup?

- No, I don't f***ing want backup.

Do you want it to kick off

there and then?

Go home, Moby. Take a nap.

I'll see you at the wake.

And you are not f***ing drinking.

You're going on f***ing Rola Cola.

- Here to see Lepi.

- Who are you?

- Ratter.

- Ratter?

- Yes, Ratter.

- Ratter.

Come here, mate. Come here.

Ratter. Ratter.

Ratter to see Lepi. Get that

in your head and f***ing tell him.

- What do you want?

- I wanna see f***ing Lepi.

- Now get on there.

- Lepi?

What do you want? I'm f***ing busy.

I know, but you're gonna

wanna hear this.

Not you.

What do I want to hear? What?

I'm gonna give you something

that's gonna make you a lot of dough.

It's a job. A f***ing big job.

I'm gonna give you everything, details,

plans, routes, times, everything.

- I'm gonna do that for you as a favour.

- A favour. Very generous.

Not really. This is business.

And I want us to continue

where you and Leo left off.

- That way, we can help each other out.

- Go on.

The best part of this deal is

you get something

I know you really f***ing want.

And what is that, huh? What?

Ged Brennan.

I thought that might get your attention.

Who are you?

You can have him

and his whole f***ing crew.

You take them out and we'll control

the whole f***ing game.

All I want is the money up front

for the trucks.

Lepi, there's someone at the door

to see you.

- Who is it?

- Ged Brennan.

We have an interesting situation

developing here, ladies and gentlemen.

I assume your brother

doesn't know you're here

offering his head on a plate to me?

What the f***'s he doing here?

He must have followed us.

Take it f***ing easy!

- What can I do you for?

- I think you f***ing know why I'm here.

- We have to get off.

- They'll f***ing sort it.

Have you got a back door?

F***ing blah, blah, blah.

Yeah, very f***ing romantic.

You finished now?

I need you to calm the f*** down.

There's only two ways

this can go now, Lepi.

We either have an all-out f***ing war

or we find a nice quiet spot

so that my cousin Moby

- and that f***ing shithouse...

- F*** you!

So that my cousin Moby and that

f***ing shithouse can have a one-on-one.

- The choice is yours.

- One-on-one, huh?

It's called a straightener. It's what

we f***ing do in this city, Lepi.

Although it's probably a bit too

f***ing civilised for the likes of you!

Like a duel, huh? How suave.

Be there tomorrow morning, 8am.

No crew. No f***ing tools.

- No problem.

- You'd f***ing hope so, wouldn't you?

All f***ing Brennans are f***ing crazy!

- 900! You do this to me for 900!

- Have we... Lepi, have we got a...

Have we got a f***ing...

Have we got a f***ing deal?!

- Don't you f***ing touch me.

- The meeting is over.

- I need to speak to Lepi now.

- Motherf***er.

I'm not going out the front.

Where's the f***ing back door?

The meeting's over.

Get the f*** out of here.

Just f***ing... F*** off!

# I'm just a bad boy

# La, la, la, la, la, la

# La, la, la, la, la, la

# Boy

# All dressed up in fancy clothes

# I'm taking the trouble

# To blow my bubbles away... #

- All right.

- Gerard.

Francis.

- Your dad sends his regards.

- Does he, now?

You should go and see him.

- I don't think so.

- How's tricks?

Can't complain, Francis. How about you?

Yeah, not too bad. Heard you had

a bit of trouble with a blag.

Yeah, it was nothing, really, mate.

Right. Let's have a proper drink

and a chat later.

- That'd be nice.

- Thanks for coming.

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