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Yeah, all right.

- Payment's gone through?
- Yes, mate.

Cheers, Sidders, to our continued success.

I'll fucking drink to that Tel.

Oh, hold up a minute.

Drop it round the villa
when you've finished, yeah.

- Yeah.
- And Sid,

don't forget you take
everything I've got, yeah?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Go on.

Naquinta?

Ken!

What the fuck is happening?

We're half empty.

We're out of pills mate.

All we've got left is a few is
a few stragglers doing coke.

It's shit in here.

Have you told Tony?

No, not yet.

Where is he?

He's in the back office with Craig.

I don't know what the fuck
they're doing.

♪ How does it feel ♪

♪ To treat me like you do ♪

♪ When you laid your hands upon me ♪

♪ I thought I was mistaken ♪
- Watch what you doing,

you prick.

♪ I thought I heard your words ♪

Get that cunt out of here.

♪ Tell me how do I feel ♪

♪ Tell me now how do I feel ♪
- this is a fucking joke.

♪ Those who came before me ♪

- Who's there?
- It's Pat.

- Pat who?
- Don't fuck about

open the door!
- Pat-a-cake?

Open this fucking door
before I smash it in you cunt!

I was only having a laugh.

Yeah, well you ain't
fucking funny are you?

Who's this?
- Well, we caught this cunt

serving Charlie in the toilet.

- Please, I'm sorry.
- Shut your fucking mouth.

Do you wanna have a go?

No, run him through, mate.

Well, I'll have a go, Tone.

Have you seen it out there?

It's like a fucking bomb scare.

No pills, no punters.

I've been trying to get some

but there's nothing around, mate.

Well, we're gonna have to
fucking sort it then, ain't we.

Well, we are trying to sort it.

You know what fucking winds
me up about you pair of cunts?

Is all you wanna fucking
do is get on the sniff,

24/7, and fuck about with idiots.

We're running low on fucking pills.

And the place is falling apart around us.

You've got to fucking sort it out.

I mean it.

What's fucking wrong with Pat?

He's always been a fucking
miserable cunt for weeks.

Here you are mate.

You finish up here.

I know exactly what
Patrick needs.

Oh that's nice.

Do you know what that says?

It says you are a cunt.

- Do you want a drink Tony?
- Two vodka tonics

please, Dean.
- I'm not drinking mate.

You can one fucking drink.

What's the fuck
the matter with you?

Tony, do me a favour,

there's fucking nothing wrong
with me.

I'm not.

It's like looking
at my fucking misses mate.

Look, just fucking leave it, yeah.

- Look, okay.
- For fuck's sake.

Well, just stand here and sulk then.

Here's to long faces.

You cunt.

You slippery no good cunt.

You fucked thing spiked
my drink didn't ya?

Do you love them, my
best friend?

It's the only way I can
get you to fucking talk.

It's that cunt Harris.

It's fucking killing me, I
can't stop thinking about it.

Five fucking years.

And he's walking around like
nothing fucking happened.

If I know that cunt he's fucking laughing

about it right now.

He's probably forgotten
all about it mate.

Yeah well, that makes
it even fucking worse.

I want him fucking bad.

And I also want that cunt who
done me with a fucking hammer.

You just need to fucking
knock this on the head mate,

and actually have some fun.

You're the only cunt I know
in the world who takes an E

and still wants to kill people.

Come on babe.
♪ I really can't believe ♪

♪ You control me ♪

♪ Move your body ♪

♪ Move your body to the rhythm of love ♪

Pat the fucking hard man.

As far as the fucking Spanish
old bill is concerned,

they love it when gangsters
start killing one another.

Oi!

Where the fuck's Harris?

Can I help you?

I've come here for Harris.

Who?

Frank fucking Harris.

I've never heard of him.

Never heard of him,
he fucking lives here.

He doesn't, I live here.

- For how long?
- Two years.

Two years.

Fuck.

I, I don't know what to say, I'm so sorry.

I am so sorry for disturbing your game.

Got the wrong house.

Okay.

Excuse me.

Could you call me a taxi?

Can I help you mate?

Yeah, looking for a
geezer called Harris.

Frank Harris.
- Never heard of him.

Well, how about now?

Well, I don't know anyone called Harris.

Give's that fucking back then.

Jesus Christ, slow down son.

I've been here 20 years

and I know pretty much everyone else.

Well that's good.

But it's got a little fucking bird wrapped

round him called Charlotte.

Gorgeous little brunette,
you would never forget her.

Yeah, a bit of a sniff-head.

Yeah, fucking bang on it.

Now where can I find her?

She's shacked up with a geezer

with a great big boat down the port.

Is that right?

Yeah.

Oi, I've told you what you wanted.

Do you know how many
fucking boats there are

in that marina, do you?

You fucking milk.

Well fuck me.

What a fucking surprise.

Now where's fucking Harris?

Now you fucking tell me where Harris is

or I'm gonna pull your fucking wank

through the back of your cunt.

Let him fucking go, Patrick.

What do you mean, Harris is dead?

He died two years ago mate.

If you'd just fucking listen to me

and stop your going on and on and on

and shouting and screaming
at fucking people,

you'd have found out.

How?

She fucked him to death.

There are worse ways to go, Pat.

She nicked Harris' books, his ledgers,

the whole fucking lot.

I just took over the fucking empire.

You know I'm looking around here, Tel,

and I'll say it again, you've
had a fucking touch ain't ya?

I've had it off mate.

Yeah, 'cause he's partnered up with me.

Well, now you need to
throw something my way.

- Why?
- Because you fucking owe me.

How do you work that out?

You're the one who
made the fucking intro.

You took me up into that
fucking cunt in gaff

in the fucking hills.

Five years in the fucking shovel.

Five years I've done for
that fucking wrong'un.

So don't sit there making fucking faces.

Down to the old pal's
act, you fucking owe me.

Listen mate, I'm fucking
strictly wholesale now mate.

30,000 pills, minimum fucking order.

That's 40 grand Patrick.

That ain't a problem.

All right, I'll tell you what I'll do.

You come up with half of it up front

and I'll give you a squeeze
and give you the rest on tick.

How's that?

Done.

Where are you
gonna get 20 grand, Pat?

None of your fucking
business, nose ointment.

- Who's this?
- It's Pat.

You finish what you started?

- No mate, didn't work out.
- Probably for the best, mate.

Tone, listen to me, don't talk.

I need you to get out
here lively with 20 large.

Fuck off, Nigel's fight on Saturday.

I'm walking him out.

Yeah, well, don't worry about that

'cause I'll get you back in
plenty of time, trust me.

- I don't know Pat.
- Yeah?

Well lucky I fucking do

because Essex is running low on pills

and I've just made a contact
who can put us right back

on top of the fucking game.

- How much?
- 20 buys us 30.

- Thousand?
- Fucking right.

I'll see you in a couple of days.

Nice one, son, looking good.

Have a drink, we'll crack
on in a minute, all right.

What do you think Tone?

You're gonna fucking kill him, Nige.

- Aye, aye.
- Pack a bag

and a passport Rolphe,
we're going to Spain.

What, what for?

Don't ask just fucking do it.

Keep the noise down,

you're interrupting his fucking training.

Fuck me Tone, he's not much
to look at up close is he?

I thought you'd be bigger.

Your mate's got a big mouth.

No manners Tone.

Who you fucking talking to?

I eat cunts like you for breakfast.

Well, how about you jump in here

and we'll find out then.

I ain't gonna hurt him
before his fight am I?

You ain't even gonna
touch him son?

'Gin, 'gin.

Don't block him, oh knock him out.

Hit him, that's it.

Come on Rolphe, hit him.

Give it to him.

Knock him out, Rolphe,
go on, knock him out.

How's he gonna win a fight, yeah,

if he don't throw any punches?

Is he fucking snoring?

No mate, he's swallowing his tongue.

Fair play.

Charlotte, it's 11 o'clock
in the fucking morning,

what are you doing?

You're boring me.

Listen, we've got a six foot four

psychotic yeti wrapped round us, right,

so keep it together.

That's on you Terry,
he's your problem now.

Yeah, well not for long.

What, you think he's
just gonna disappear

when you ask him to?

Yeah, that's right.

'Cause me and you are gonna
do what we do best babes.

We're gonna rob the cunt.

Fucking hell, look who's here look.

What you doing drinking
in this fucking shithole?

What does it look
like, I'm having a beer?

Well fuck that, come on
jump in, we'll go to my gaff.

Yeah, why not.

Right, get in the back.

- No.
- Get in the fucking back.

- No way.
- Listen to me,

don't fucking bad mouth in
front of this geezer now, right?

Now get in the fucking back, you cunt.

No no, please, ladies in front.

No, you're twice the size of me.

Go on.
- And you are lovely.

Yeah, there she is.

Beautiful.

How about a little help.

What's the matter with you?

Door won't open.

Well, it's got child locks on it.

Open the fucking door, Terry.

- Jump over the front.
- Open the fucking door!

- Woo, woo, woo, fuck me.
- No, shut up.

I'll open the door.

Thank-you Pat.

At least there's still one
gentleman left in this world.

Fucking hell, who's is this?

- This is my gaff.
- What about the boat

and the gaff we were in this morning?

I've gotta be funny, you
must be fucking caked.

Don't let no cunt know where you are.

There's always someone gonna
wanna take what you've got.

Here's to my business.

Cheers, Tel.

So come on, tell me, when's the drop?

As soon as you show me the readies.

No, don't fucking worry about that.

It'll be here in a couple of days.

- All right.
- What's he fucking

doing here?
- Oh, you remember him do you?

Oh I fucking remember you.

You do know that cunt
got me fucking nicked?

Welcome to Gibraltar, cunt.

You were lucky.

I wanted to cut your throat,
let you bleed to death

in the boot.

- Yeah?
- Listen woo, woo, woo,

he works for me now,
Pat, not fucking Harris.

He's just a footsoldier
doing his fucking job.

You know the drill.

He's a fucking wrong'un Tel.

Yeah, and he's fucking sorry, ain't ya?

Yeah, I'm broken fucking hearted.

What do you want anyway, Dave?

I've been to see the fat lad.

You need to call him, pronto.

All right, I will do.

Listen, me and Pat got
a bit of business.

Take the night off and I'll
call you in the morning.

- All right, see you around.
- Yeah.

- Don't worry about him.
- What is it with you hey?

Why have you got that
fucking Scouse milk wrapped

round you for?

Listen, I ain't got him
wrapped round me right.

I've got every cunt in my badge wants

everything I've got.

Fucking hell.

Do me a favour, pour me a large one.

I'll give this fat cunt a call.

Stevie, it's Fisher, what
are you fucking playing at?

Now you listen to me mate.

We've been doing fucking
business for two years.

I don't fucking care what he says

or what you're gonna fucking do,

I run the fucking show
around here, not you!

Fucking cunt.

How are we gonna get this fucking money?

Be in your hands
in a couple of days.

How do you fancy doing
a bit of graft for me?

Depends what
fucking type of graft dunnit.

- Persuasion.
- Persuasion?

I'll drink to that,
that's what I'm good at.

Cheers Tel.
- Cheers.

Oh, that is
fucking beautiful isn't it?

That's a nice drop of scotch that.

Do you remember that?

Yeah, you do remember that.

Is it hot in here or is it me?

- What?
- Is it hot in here

or is it me?

It is like a fucking small sauna.

- I think I've over done it.
- It is fucking hot.

You lie down.

You lie down you greedy cunt.

I'll have that, fucking finders keepers.

Fucking key, key key key.

Where's the fucking key,
where's the key, key.

Where's the fucking key, you cunt.

The key.

What the fuck are you
doing up here, Patrick?

Are you coming in or what?

Oh, okay.

Where are you going?
- Swimming.

- Where's Pat?
- How should I know.

He's your new pet.

Oh mate, what a fucking night.

I've got an absolute splitter,

can't remember a fucking thing.

Did we drink the whole
bottle of fucking whiskey?

Yeah, yeah we did.

Listen, I want you and Dave
to run errands for me today.

I ain't going anywhere with that cunt.

Oh fucking hell.

Listen, mate, make your fucking mind up.

You're either in or out.

All right, Tel,
whatever you fucking say.

Now what am I doing?

Dave will fill you in on the way.

I want some tablets, I'm in fucking bits.

Come on Craig, come
and have a bang on this.

Ah, I can't have anymore Tone.

I feel like I'm gonna have a heart attack.

Well I ain't fucking flushing it,

and I ain't carrying it, so get over here

and stick your fucking nose in.

Shh, shh, keep, keep it
down Tone, keep it down.

Ah, Rolphe.

What the fucking hell,

what is the fucking matter with you?

Look!
- Come on Rolphe,

do it, do it, do it,
come on Rolphe, do it.

All right, fucking all right.

Look at that Tone, it looks
like the hind leg of a poodle.

Fucking do
it, now, fucking do it.

- Argh!
- Fucking do it, ah.

That's it, sniff it all up boy.

Thank-you.

Thank-you madam.

Thank-you.

Thank-you madam.

Passport sir.

And your boarding pass sir.

Stop there.

What are you looking at?

What?

You got a problem?

- No.
- Do you wanna

fucking make on cunt.
- Woo, woo!

Wait Tone, that gear's fucking popping,

I'm fucking hallucinating.

While you were talking,
I just heard him say

we're going to fucking Amsterdam.

Nah nah, you did.

- What?
- Well, we're going

to Amsterdam.

What are you on about, we're
going to fucking Amsterdam?

You silly fucking cunt.

Look, the flights were cheap

and there was a connecting flight.

We're going to be in Spain
in the morning.

Look, this way, we can have
a night out in Amsterdam.

You're not as fucking silly

as you look are you?

You're still a cunt,
though, argh.

Argh!

One of Terry's clients.

Thinks he doesn't wanna
work with us no more.

So we're gonna help him
hange his mind.

Pick a tool lad.

Woo, woo, woo, the day
I need a fucking shooter

to change someone's mind is
the day I fucking retire.

So watch and learn.

Fair enough.

Now you fucking listen to me Stevie.

- Pat.
- And you listen fucking good.

Terry Fisher's a fucking pal of mine

and you do not fuck about with him get it?

- Pat.
- What do you fucking want?

That's not Fat Stevie.

Are you fucking mad?

Look at the size of him.
- Stevie's fatter.

So where's your boss?

I don't know, check the office.

All right Dave, you wanker.

What are you
even doing here, Ricky?

Delivering a fucking message.

And you didn't want to
bring the fucking guns.

Oh come on, all of these
fucking sillies just...

Ugh.

Argh!

Argh!

Fuckers!

Argh you fucker, fuck you!

Argh!

You fuck.

Let's go.

Let's go!

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

You mugs.

Can you walk?

That's a fucking stupid question to ask.

Of course I can't fucking walk.

Look at my leg.

Help me up mate.
- Give me your hand.

Come up.

Now you listen to me.

You my friend, you're gonna
be all right.

We'll get you walking in no time.

Thanks mate.

Argh!

You should've fucking dumped me

when you had
the chance you woman cunt.

- What do you mean he's dead?
- They fucking killed him,

cut his throat.

Who?

I don't know, there
was five or six of them.

All I can remember is Dave screaming

out some fucking geezer's name, Ricky.

Oh fucking hell, no.

Now, Tel, you've gotta tell me

what's fucking going on here,
'cause I nearly got killed.

It's this fucking geezer called Greener.

He been trying to take out my
business for the last year.

Yeah, and it looks like he's gonna

fucking do it, done it?

What are you being like that for?

Because it's the fucking truth innit?

I mean with Dave out the way
you're fucking fair game.

You've gotta remember something Tel,

you're a fucking middle
man, you ain't a villain.

And I'm telling you now,
they will take your business,

and you'll end up dead in a fucking hole.

Don't you think I
fucking don't know that.

You gotta help me mate.

Don't make your problems my problems.

Listen, I'll pay you.

You'd fucking have to.

How much?

I tell you what, you wipe
the tick off the gear I owe,

and I'll make sure every cunt

in Marbella knows not to fuck with you.

Oh woo woo woo woo woo,

don't start making them fucking faces.

I know exactly what you're thinking.

Don't even fucking
dream about haggling me.

You make sure you
deliver me that 20 grand,

and I'll wipe out the rest of it, deal?

Yeah, done.

So what do you wanna do,
how do you wanna play this?

We're flopping that cunt's restaurant,

and we show face.

Are you ready?

You look good, babes.

I know.

Now I'm ready.

Are you fucking for real?

Have you got any idea
what's going on here?

They could take everything
we've ever worked for.

Hmm, let's go show these
cunts what we're made of then.

Relax.

Heads up, that's them over there.

Do me a favour.

Get rid of that cunt.

No worries.

You're not welcome here, Fisher.

That's fucking very brave.

My money not good enough for you?

Why don't you go and fuck off home.

You should watch your
fucking mouth sunshine.

Now why would I wanna do that?

You see, I heard your pal, Dave,

had himself a little accident today.

How long do you think
you're gonna survive here

without your gorilla?

Well, don't you worry about that.

'Cause I've just replaced him
with a yeti.

Yeti?

Argh!

Stop screaming or I'll
take the fucking fork

out your hand and I'll put it
in your eye.

Now shut up because people
are trying to fucking eat.

Now do us all a favour, and fuck off.

Argh!

Ah ugh, argh.

Argh!

Excuse me, waitress.

You couldn't change that
fork for me, could you,

it's fucking filthy.

Thank-you, gracias.

Who am I looking at?

That's Mark Greener.

A south London firm, heavy duty.

They look like a pair of cunts to me.

Yeah but they killed Dave.

Do you think we made our point?

- Yeah.
- Let's fuck off.

Come on then.

What are you pair of cunts
still fucking looking at hey?

Do you want what he got,

'cause you can fucking
have it if you want it.

- Try me.
- Hey, hey hey hey!

I don't see the point, mate.

Now when we could be working together.

You been in Marbella what?

Two days, Pat.

So don't give me any
bullshit about loyalty.

As far as I'm concerned
you're just a free agent

available to the highest bidder.

And what the fuck
would you want with me?

I er, I wanna make a bid.

Pat's gonna fucking kills us.

Hey Tone, just tell Pat

we couldn't get a connecting flight.

Look, what else are we gonna do?

You can explain it to him,
you booked the fucking flights.

We both got on the plane, Tone.

You fucking soppy cunt.

We're walking around fucking Holland

with a bag full of cash we can't spend.

We didn't pack no fucking clothes,

we've got no fucking gear,

and the flight's not until
tomorrow fucking morning!

What we supposed to fucking do?

Fucking what?

Look, Tone,
there's naked girls up there

and they're looking at us.

Well, of course they fucking
are, they're prostitutes.

Look, oh fucking hell.
- Look at that fat arse

on it, look at the fat arse on it.

That short one, the one
that looks like a fella,

with the adam's apple.

Yeah, Rolphe, peal me
off some of that cash.

Here's some.

Let's go get some fucking pussy!

Ah, fuck, look after my neck you faggot.

♪ This is the rhythm of the night ♪

♪ Oh oh ♪

♪ This is the rhythm of the night ♪

♪ Oh oh ♪

I don't know what it is about Amsterdam,

but all I wanna do is
fuck brasses any day.

Stop it!
- Woo hoo, woo hoo.

Listen, listen...
- Bye, bye.

That was a fucking geezer.

Adam's apple, stubble,
definitely a fucking geezer.

No no, bollocks mate.

She just had those sort of
manly features, that's all.

She wasn't a man.
- Big hands and big feet.

♪ The night, the night. ♪
- It's not funny Tone.

It's not funny at all.
♪ The rhythm of the night ♪

♪ The night ♪
- Here here, Tone, Tone

do you think they're
a couple of brasses?

I don't know.

There's only one way to find out, Rolphe,

fucking ask them.

Excuse me, excuse me, darling,

can you come here a sec please?

Are you a brass?

Fuck off you little creep.

I don't know what you're laughing at.

You're like the fucking Honey Monster.

All right, fair play, fair play.

Trust us to get the only
two fucking Essex birds

in the whole of Amsterdam.

Yeah we are Essex and what?

Look, look, no offence babe,

we only wanna have a good night.

Come, come sit down and
have a drink with us.

- Come on, park yourself.
- Come on.

Babe, couple of drinks.

♪ This is the rhythm of the
night, my life oh yeah ♪

♪ The rhythm of the night ♪

♪ This is the rhythm of the night ♪

- Fucking hell.
- Hurry up love,

we ain't got all fucking night.

Rolphe, do one.

Rolphe, you selfish cunt!

- Who's that?
- Who do you think it

fucking is?
- I was wondering

if you'd call.

- What do you want?
- Same thing as you Pat.

Easy life, pocket full of readies.

- Well I'm listening.
- Why don't you drop by

the restaurant in an hour.

Listen, it ain't as easy as that.

I've got a fucking man down.

I can't just keep fucking
sort, hold on a minute.

You all right Pat?

Morning.

You're blocking my sun.

Are you fucking mad,
the sun's over there.

Worth a try.

They're rented, just like his villas.

Fuck me, you are
starting early aren't you?

Or finishing late.

I haven't been to bed, babes.

You wanna join me for some breakfast?

Well that is a silly
fucking question isn't.

So what's the deal with you and Terry?

With me?

It's strictly business.

Well that's good, 'cause I
ain't gonna be around long.

Yeah, I could've guessed that.

Terry's going down, Charlotte,

and you don't have to
fucking go down with him.

I've seen the way he fucking looks at you,

talks to you, touches you,
and I'm telling you now,

the first fucking chance he
gets, he's gonna put a bit blade

in your fucking back.

What you laughing at?

Well, you men are all the fucking same.

He's planning the exact same thing on you.

He's gonna rob you blind, Pat.

Slippery little cunt.

Oh yeah.

So what's in his safe?

Money, drugs, fuck knows what else.

But it's enough to make
it worth our while.

And where's the key?

Right this is what we're gonna do.

You're gonna go to graft
and you're gonna get

that fucking key no matter what you do,

and I'll take care of Terry.

What do you mean "Take care of Terry"?

What do you fucking think?

Come in Pat.

Close the door.

Take a seat.

So, how's Marbella treating you?

No, I ain't fucking
come here for small talk.

What do you want?

Okay, straight to business.

None of your fucking
business knows wants.

'Cause I'm hoping you're gonna jump

on the first flight back to Essex.

And why would I do
what you fucking want?

'Cause you're gonna have no choice.

Now, I'm gonna need you to
pay very very close attention

to what I'm about to show you.

I'm very excited about this.

This is fucking gold.

It's incredible isn't it.

You know, the clarity that you
can get on people's faces now

it's just, its amazing.

Now this is my favourite part.

Watch this, wait for it, wait for it.

Oh ho ho, my god,

you really are a vicious
bastard, aren't you, Pat.

Here, catch.

You see, I've got this
coza, he works for me.

And he managed to snag that before

anyone's had a chance to see it.

How many copies have you got of this?

Just the one.

So where's the original?

Locked up, in there.

Well let me tell you
something, you flash cunt.

I ain't fucking going
nowhere until you get

that fucking tape out the safe.

So get your fucking...
- No no, no Pat.

We both know that's
not how this plays out.

Now I'm guessing you didn't tell

anyone you were coming
here today, am I right?

Yeah, I thought so.

So, it would be very easy
just to make you disappear

and I bet no one would give
a fuck that you're gone.

So this is the last warning
you're gonna get from me mate.

Go home, pack your shit, and get the fuck

out of Marbella tonight.

Now, let's just fucking
take a breath here.

I got a little bit more
business to take care of

in the next couple of days.

If you let me do that business,
then I'll fuck off for good.

I swear to you, I swear on
my baby daughter's life,

I'll be gone.

Okay, two days Pat, two days.

But if you're not gone, then
that tape's gonna find it's way

into the hands of the old bill,

and you're gonna spend 25
years in a Spanish nick.

Now you can keep that.

It's a souvenir.

Well go on, fuck off.

Fuck off.

Hmm, hmm.

Where are you, you cunt?

Who the fuck's this?

It's Pat, where the fuck are you?

- Amsterdam.
- Amsterdam!

What the cunt are you
doing in fucking Amsterdam?

Keep your fucking hair on Pat,

we got a flight to Malaga.

- What time?
- Rolphe?

What time have we got the flight booked?

Er, quarter past nine.

We've got to be there for eight.

Quarter past nine.

What are you talking about,
you cunt,

it's fucking half 10!
- What, are you serious?

It's fucking half 10!

You pair of soppy cunts, you've
missed the fucking flight.

We'll book another one.

Look Tone, listen to me.

I need you out here, I
need you fucking out here,

because it's come on top.

Relax, we'll be there soon.

Just fucking hurry up.

All right, all right, all right.

Rolphe?

Rolphe, go book us a flight.

What did your last slave die of?

Not booking me a
fucking flight, you cunt.

It's all fucked Tone.

All the flights are double booked.

We ain't gonna get a flight
until the day after tomorrow.

You fucking cunt.

We'll have to fucking rent a car.

We should just fucking nick one.

You know how to hot
wire a car now do you?

Well, it's worth giving it a go.

♪ Hey, well, I'm a friendly
stranger in the black Sedan ♪

♪ Ah won't you hop inside my car ♪

♪ I got pictures, got candy ♪

♪ I'm a lovable man ♪
- What the fuck!

♪ And I can take you to the nearest star ♪

♪ I'm your vehicle, baby ♪

♪ I'll take you anywhere you want to go ♪

♪ I'm your vehicle, woman ♪

♪ By now I'm sure you know ♪

♪ That I love ya, love ya ♪

♪ I need ya, need ya ♪
- Tone, Tone,

looks like someone had a bit
more beer than us last night.

Fucking sweet.

- Where the fuck you been?
- I've been out.

- Where?
- What are you,

fucking old bill?

Just remember who you
fucking work for Pat.

Don't matter, come, I gotta go.

I'm gonna be fucking late.

Well, where are we going?

Golf, and get them and all.

You're taking the fucking piss.

- Sidders.
- What are you doing here?

I've been calling you
all fucking day mate.

I've been busy ain't I.

I've got another
package coming tomorrow.

Are you ready?

No, I just can't swing that now mate.

Hold on a minute, we had a deal, mate.

You take everything I got.

Yeah, but that was then, this is now.

Have you been talking to
the other side have you?

I'll talk to who the fuck I like to.

Yeah, Pat?

Yeah, who the fuck's this?

Don't worry about him, he's my caddy.

What do you reckon?

Well, if it was me I'd
use a wood or a long iron.

You know what, I tell you
what, I'll go with the wood.

Do you mind?

The thing is Sidney,
you work for me mate,

and no one else.

You know, the thing is Terry,

I work for who the fuck I like.

Word is you're fucking
finished out here anyway.

That so?

You can't get that kind
of prop round the cap.

That's what I'm good at.

Look at my fucking face.

Get your hands fucking back.

Now look at my face, you cunt.

Now remember...
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Do not forget this face,
'cause if I hear you're

fucking dealing with Greener again,

and you're fucking dead.

You got me?
- Yeah, yes.

For god's sake.

Argh!

- Now play on.
- Thank-you.

Argh!

What the fuck was that?
- You just hit

that geezer right in the back.
- Jesus, bastard, bollocks.

Well come on, let's fuck off.

Oh fuck he's heading to the golf cart.

Shut up you mug,

fucking talk to yourself, you soppy cunt.

Ah you fucking, fucking woman, shut up.

Oh no, the cunt's coming over.

All right, stop stop stop stop.

Stop stop stop.

Oi, what you talking about?

How can you hit a golf
ball when I'm on the green?

I didn't even fucking hit the ball.

He did, the geezer sitting in the buggy.

- Him?
- He did, yeah.

♪ You lovely cunt ♪

♪ You're lovely ♪

- Pass me the roadmap Rolphe?
- What?

The fucking
roadmap you silly cunt!

- Oh!
- Oh you fucking mug,

it's in fucking Dutch!

No wonder we're fucking lost!

♪ Your lover ♪

- Cheer Tel.
- Don't you think we

should have a little toast to Dave?

I am not drinking to that cunt.

Listen, if he'd been
good at his fucking job,

he would've been here
with us now, wouldn't he.

That is beautiful.

Maybe you can give a
speech at his funeral.

If you keep on at me,
it'll be your funeral next.

You better not be threatening me.

How about you fuck off, how's that?

I'm going for a piss.

I'm in.

No one threatens me, stupid shit cunt.

You just need to find that key.

♪ The lover, ah ah ♪

♪ Stay with you forever ♪

♪ Feelings, strangers to the scene ♪

♪ Yeah we capture what we need ♪

♪ We've got to pave the way ♪

♪ Can a solve relay ♪

♪ The dark shone ♪

♪ That they shine like a light for you ♪

♪ The perception that would
lead you to a latitude ♪

♪ Of self-loving and
know what I was to you ♪

♪ The lover oh oh ♪

♪ The lover hey yeah ♪

♪ Stay with you forever ♪

♪ Stay, stay ♪

Watch out, watch out, watch out!

Sorry mate, I'm
fucking falling asleep here.

Just pull over mate, get your nut down.

I haven't got fucking time.

Just pull over.

All right.

Rolphe, go and have a look
in the back,

see if we can get some
fucking coffee or something.

Ah, shit, all right.

There's some er crisps.

Fuck off, crisps.

I need something to keep
me awake you silly cunt.

Cereal.

Ah, wait a minute Tone,
wait a minute Tone.

Aye, aye, we've only rung the
fucking bell Tone.

Jesus Christ.

Christ Tone, Tone, Tone.

What are you doing in my van?

Look I didn't know it was your mate.

I, I swear.

But you were stealing it, yes?

I, I found the keys in it.

And now you're stealing my narcotics.

No, we're just borrowing them.

Listen mate, we ain't
stealing your fucking van.

We've got somewhere we need to be.

And if you behave your fucking self,

you can have it back when we're done.

What if I don't behave myself?

We'll turn you upside down
and gut you like a fucking pig.

Okay, where is it we're going?

- Marbella.
- Ah, Marbella.

What is your name?

Tone.

- Tony?
- No, I'm Craig.

- Tony Craig?
- Listen you cunt,

my name's Tony, his name's Craig.

Okay, we have a long journey.

Perhaps I should roll us
a jazz cigarette.

Well fuck that mate,
we want something lively.

We're fucking knackered.

I have some nice crack in here.

Tone, what's he doing?

I think he's a bit iffy mate.

- Who's iffy?
- You, you cunt.

Give me a pipe with
that fucking thing here.

I'm iffy?

I'm iffy.

Well he's fucking iffy, but
you're double iffy Rolphe.

You're next, son.

- You're iffy.
- I'm not iffy.

I'm just a cake.

I'm just a cake.

Pat?

♪ You know I love you, I need you ♪

♪ I want to have your child ♪

♪ Great god in heaven
you know I love you ♪

Who the fuck are you?

- Da da!
- Woop di doo!

We fucking made it Patrick.

Where the fuck you two's been, hey?

Fucking state of you,
what have you been taking?

Er, just a little something
to keep the drive all sweet.

And who the fuck's this long'un.

This is Klaus.

I fucking love you Klaus.

He would love.

I'm feeling much love for you also.

If you ever come to Essex,
make sure you look us up.

That is an offer I would
consider most sincerely.

Oh, this is your bag.

Thank-you Klaus

Thank-you.

Fucking diamond geezer,
one of your own.

Yeah, fucking looks it.

Right, let's get some breakfast.

Can I have an ice-cream?

Yum.

Fuck off Tone!

For fuck's sake.

Fucking state of you two cunts.

If you could see your fucking faces now.

Pass me that bag up.

Let me count the readies
while you're eating.

It's all in the bag Patrick.

What's this?

It's money, what does
it fucking look like?

I thought he was our fucking mate.

We did sort of kidnap him.

You think
you fucking know someone.

Made him drive 1500 miles.

Hope you are to a stranger.

And nick his drugs.

- Fucking German cunt.
- Tone.

So the money's gone.

What do you think?

I'll tell you what I fucking think,

how did you pair of dopey
cunts let this fucking happen?

Look, I'm sorry Pat, I'm, I'm ashamed.

Yeah, you should be fucking ashamed.

What's that?

That's an onion.

That's right, it's a fucking onion.

It ain't 20 large is it.

Luckily, and I'll say that
again, luckily for you two,

I got a little plan, where
we can write all this down

as a loss and still come out on top.

That's them now.

He don't look like much.

Who are the two puffs with the beards?

Seriously be
on your toes with them.

That cunt's already put a suit on me.

Gotcha.

So what's the plan?

Upstairs to that gaff is an office.

And in that room is a
fucking safe in the corner.

- What's in it?
- A shit load

of fucking readies.

- How do you fucking know?
- 'Cause I've fucking seen it.

And we're gonna nick
every last fucking penny.

You're just standing
there the pair of you,

I've got a fucking neck brace
on, fucking hurt doing that.

Shut up fucking
moaning and put your back

into it you lazy cunt.

Fucking crack Tone.

It's murder on the way out.

Keep digging you cunt.

You're so good at this Rolphe.

Tone, urgh, thanks for
fucking helping you cunt, ugh.

I tell you what, Tone,
- What the fuck was that?

I've fucking go the fear mate.

The fucking fish come right on me yeah.

I remember something.

We've got to be nicking money
from fucking other villas

so the old bill don't give two fucks.

So we will be back home
on sweet Essex soil

before anyone has a fucking
clue what day it is.

Fucking gorgeous.

Fucking

Drink?

What do you want?

Peace offering.

Come on then.

Ah.

Sorry for biting your
head off the other night.

It's all right.

Both know I can be a cunt.

Yes we do.

Listen Tel, there's
something you need to see.

You know this?

What have you done to me.

You cunt.

You're fucking dead.

- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.

How does that happen Tel?

I'm listening.

You're an embarrassment mate.

There's your knight in shining armour.

He set the whole thing
up from the beginning,

and he's done you up like a kipper.

You lied to me, you disrespected me,

and you threatened me.

I'll send you a postcard, cunt.

- Here you are Tone.
- Cheers for that.

Pat take that.

- Right, are we ready?
- Yeah.

- Get your mask down.
- Oh, wait a second.

It's stuck in the back.

- No just get it down.
- No, no one second.

Ah Pat, ah Pat, ow!

Fucks Agh!

For fuck's sake!
- What you fucking doing,

you silly cunt.

Get out of here, now move.

Shh shh shh shh.
- God.

- Shh shh shh.
- Oh yeah.

Shut your fucking mouth.

Shut your fucking mouth.
- Shh shh shh,

quiet down.

Where's Rolphe?

What the fuck are you
doing, you greedy cunt?

I'm fucking starving.

I haven't eaten in two days.

Fucking move.

And then old Ron said...

Oh, argh!

Combination.

Forget the hat, Pat, I know it's you.

I thought you were leaving.

I am you cunt, as soon
as I'm done here.

Now what's the combination?

What do you want?

Terry Fisher sends his
regards, and a fucking warning.

Stay out of his business
you cunt or you're dead.

Fuck you Pat.

Now give him the fucking combination,

or I'll blow your fucking dick off.

It's 241-5936.

Good boy.

Get the motor.

Be on your toes.

How are we looking?

It's like fucking Christmas.

Grab hold of that.

Uh, fucking hell.

Fucking hell.

For fuck's sake.

Come on, fucking go!

Tone, move!

I'm not fucking
leaving the money!

Come on!

Pat!

Argh!

Fuck!

Fuck!

♪ Old Johnny Green ♪

♪ He has been here ♪

♪ When I fork on down the street ♪

♪ Smiling at the faces that I make ♪

♪ Dad falls back this morning ♪

♪ Now I'm dizzy as big as stone ♪

♪ And when the world stops turning ♪

♪ Then I'm going back home ♪

- You all right?
- Hey Pat.

Which is what?

Pills, cash.

- All right treacle.
- Hello.

So what happens with Terry now?

I'll tell you what happens to Terry.

Terry falls off the end
of the fucking world,

down to my new pal, Greener.

Now, you, get in the car, and
this time sit up the front.

What's wrong?

It won't open.

Are you sure, pull it.

Calm down.

You would've done exactly
the same thing to me

as soon as you found out
Terry was fucking dead.

No, you know that's not true.

That's right, love, your
the first bird in history

to tell the fucking truth.

Why?

I'll tell you why, Char,
do you wanna know why?

Because you're weak and I'm strong.

You can fuck right off.

Let's get going.
- See you later.

Hold.

Come on darling, we're only joking.

Boy your shit don't show.

Fucking cunts!
♪ Dad was away this morning ♪

♪ Now I'm busy at stick and stone ♪

♪ And when the world stops turning ♪

♪ Then I'm going back home ♪

Oh no no, no, no, you fucking cunt.

Wait.

Nigel, Nigel,
Nigel, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel,

Nigel, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel
- It's showtime.

What a magnificent
reception for the champion.

Like Tyson of haggler, Ben
says he's never dumped anybody.

Pat, here Pat, come here,
come here, have a look.

Have a look, there's Tony.

I've never seen him
look so fucking happy.

- Go on Tone!
- Go on Tone!

At 31 he knows
there aren't many nights

like this ahead of him if he loses.

He's met the best and come through.

He's promised to drop everybody tonight.

A terrific reception for Nigel Benn.

Come on Nige.

Once again,
here the ref in charge

Darrow, now to give instructions.

And off they go, unbelievable
atmosphere here in Docklands.

- Come on Nigel.
- Remember the G-Man

McClellan has promised to
finish this in the first round.

A lot of money on the
fight going short as well.

Benn for champion.

And they're going at it,
toe to toe from the start.

No scouting measures here at all.

A lot of leather being thrown
very early on in this fight.

Benn coming along the ropes here.

He's trapped on the ropes and
McClellan and he's a late,

he's gone through the ropes!

There a play for the wait here
in the very first seconds.

Right through the ropes,
crazy at the ringside.

Can Nigel Benn get back in time?

He's been pushed back in by
a couple of commentators.

He's in, he's okay.
- Come on, Nigel.

He's going
to be allowed to continue

but for how long?

Can he survive this opening round?

Keep your arms up Nigel!

McClellan,
ready to finish this,

right here and now.

Go on Nigel!

Hello?

I can't hear ya, hold
on a minute, hold on.

Pat, it's Ken.

Listen, mate, we've got
a big fucking problem.

Yeah well spit it out, I've
got a fucking fight to watch.

Some kid's been
taken to the hospital.

So what?

He took one of them pills,

one of them new ones from Spain.

- And what happened?
- I don't know mate.

He's been rushed to hospital.

It's not looking good.

I've bill all over the gaff,

asking questions,
asking for you by name.

Now you listen to me carefully,

you flush everything you've got.

You go through everyone else's pockets

and you do the fucking same.

If anyone breathes a fucking word

to the old bill they're dead.

Yeah, no worries, Pat.

That's it, will power

and they're fighting hard.

The left arch is swerved Nigel there.

He's got McClellan in trouble as well.

We've got to go now.

- What, what?
- Now!

He's surely
gonna have to go down here.

He has gone down,
McClellan, in the corner.

The referee urges him to get up.

He should be counting him.

McClellan in a dark place now.

Fucking hell Pat, I
can't believe we've got

to get rid of all those pills.

Listen, if we're
connected to those pills

and that kid dies, we're
going down for fucking murder.

Is that what you want?

Is that what you want?
- No, well of course not.

It's just, just look
how many there is mate.

It's sacrilegious look, think
of all the fucking waste.

Them pills are fucking poison.

Sooner we get rid of them the better.

- Yes, yes yes!
- Things are going his way.

Good punches coming in from Nigel Benn.

The G-Man is in big big trouble.

Big upper cut, he's wobbled, he's down.

Last one, lovely boy.

Eight, he's reached nine.

It is all over.

Benn is the winner.

Benn is still the champion.

- What?
- Good news mate.

False alarm.

What you fucking talking about?

That kid that
got taken to hospital.

Turns out he's an epileptic or something.

Forgot to take his insulin.

Them pills are sweet mate.

Caw Pat, coming right on me.

They're the best fucking pills
I've ever taken in my life.

No no no no no.

Fucking hell!

♪ Naughty naughty very naughty ♪

♪ There's a guy in a place ♪

♪ Who's got a bittersweet face ♪

♪ And he goes by the
name of Ebeneezer Goode ♪

♪ His friends call him Eezer
and he is the main geezer ♪

♪ And he'll vibe about the
place like no other man could ♪

♪ He's refined, he's sublime,
he makes you feel fine ♪

♪ Though very much maligned
and misunderstood ♪

♪ But if you know Eezer
he's a real crowd pleaser ♪

♪ He's ever so good,
he's Ebeneezer Goode ♪

♪ You can see that he's mischievious,
mysterious and devious ♪

♪ When he circulates amongst
the people in the place ♪

♪ But once you know he's fun
and something of a genius ♪

♪ He gives a grin that goes
around from face to face to face ♪

♪ Backwards and then forwards,
forwards and then backwards ♪

♪ Eezer is the geezer
who loves to muscle in ♪

♪ That's about the time the crowd ♪

♪ All shout the name of Eezer ♪

♪ As he's fucking in the corner,
laughing by the bass bin ♪

♪ Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode ♪

♪ He's Ebeneezer Goode ♪

♪ Has anybody got any veras ♪

♪ Lovely ♪

♪ Ha ha ha ha ha ♪

♪ Ha ha ha ha ha ♪

♪ A great philosopher once wrote ♪

♪ Naughty, naughty, very naughty ♪

♪ Ha ha ha ha ha ♪

♪ Ebeneezer Goode, leading
light of the scene ♪

♪ Know what I mean, see ♪

♪ He created the vibe ♪

♪ He takes you for a ride
and as if by design ♪

♪ The party ignites
like he's comin' alive ♪

♪ He takes you to the top,
shakes you all around ♪

♪ Then back down, you
know as he gets mellow ♪

♪ Then as smooth as the groove
that is making you move ♪

♪ He glides into your mind
with a sunny "Hello" ♪

♪ A gentleman of leisure,
he's there for your pleasure ♪

♪ But go easy on old Eezer
he's the love you could lose ♪

♪ Extraordinary fellow,
like Mr. Punchinello ♪

♪ He's the kind of geezer
who must never be abused ♪

♪ When you're in town
and Ebeneezer is around ♪

♪ You can sense a presence
in the sound of the crowd ♪

♪ He gets them all at it,
the party starts rocking ♪

♪ The people get excited
it's time to shout loud ♪

♪ Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode ♪

♪ He's Ebeneezer Goode ♪

♪ Got any salmon, sorted ♪

♪ Ha ha ha ha ha ♪

♪ Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode ♪

♪ Oh what a carry on ♪

♪ Wicked ♪

♪ He's Ebeneezer Goode ♪

Wait.

Listen mate,
they both fucked us,

Pat Tate and Charlotte.

And I've got something you didn't know.

You've got three seconds, go.

I've 250,000 pills
landing in Ibiza next week.