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(LIGHT MUSIC)
(SLOW MUSIC) (THUNDER RUMBLING)
(LIGHT MUSIC)
(WAVES CRASHING) (SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(BELL TOLLING)
(CHANTING MUSIC)
(MOTOR RUMBLING)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(TRUCK RUMBLING)
(WAVES SPLASHING)
(DOOR SLAMMING)
Yeah, all right.
(TRUCK RUMBLING)
- Payment's gone through? - Yes, mate.
Cheers, Sidders, to our continued success.
I'll fucking drink to that Tel.
(GLASSES CLASHING)
(BRAKES SQUEAKING) (HANDBRAKE CRANKING)
Oh, hold up a minute.
(CAR BEEPING) (TRUNK CLICKING)
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.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Naquinta?
(ELECTRONIC ROCK MUSIC)
(DOORS SLAMMING)
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 ♪
♪ And told me who you are ♪
- ♪ I thought I was mistaken ♪ - Watch what you doing,
you prick. (GRUNTING)
♪ 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 ♪
(DOOR BANGING)
- 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.
(CRAIG AND TONY LAUGHING)
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. (LAUGHING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(KNIFE ZIPPING)
Oh that's nice.
Do you know what that says?
It says you are a cunt.
(SCREAMING) (LAUGHING)
(HIPHOP MUSIC)
- 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.
Why are you acting like such a miserable cunt then?
I'm not.
TONY: 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? (LAUGHING)
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.
(DOOR SLAMMING) (KEYS JANGLING)
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 ♪
♪ Move your body ♪
♪ Move your body to the rhythm of love ♪
♪ Move your body ♪
♪ Move your body to the rhythm of love ♪
♪ Move your body ♪
♪ Move your body to the rhythm of love ♪
(PLANE ZOOMING) (WHEELS SQUEAKING)
(GENTLE GUITAR MUSIC)
(METAL ZIPPING)
Pat the fucking hard man. (METAL SLAMMING)
As far as the fucking Spanish old bill is concerned,
they love it when gangsters start killing one another.
(TRUNK SLAMMING)
(TINKERING)
(SPEAKING IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
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?
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
Can I help you mate?
Yeah, looking for a geezer called Harris.
- Frank Harris. - Never heard of him.
(PAPER RUSTLING)
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 melt.
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
Well fuck me.
What a fucking surprise.
Now where's fucking Harris? (GROANING)
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.
PAT: 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.
(FISTS THUMPING) (MEN PUFFING)
(PHONE RINGING)
- 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.
(PHONE CLICKING) (FISTS THUMPING)
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.
(NECK CLICKING)
I ain't gonna hurt him before his fight am I?
You ain't even gonna touch him son? (LAUGHING)
(FISTS BASHING)
'Gin, 'gin.
Don't block him, oh knock him out.
(LAUGHING) (GRUNTING)
Hit him, that's it. (LAUGHING)
Come on Rolphe, hit him.
Give it to him.
Knock him out, Rolphe, go on, knock him out.
(GRUNTING)
How's he gonna win a fight, yeah,
if he don't throw any punches?
(FIST SMASHING)
(BODY SLAMMING)
(LAUGHING) (SNORING)
Is he fucking snoring?
No mate, he's swallowing his tongue.
Fair play.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(BELL TOLLING)
(CHARLOTTE SNIFFING)
Charlotte, it's 11 o'clock in the fucking morning,
what are you doing?
- (GLASS SPLASHING) - 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.
(SPANISH MUSIC)
(CAR RUMBLING)
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.
(GLASS TINKERING)
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.
(CAR RUMBLING)
Yeah, there she is.
Beautiful.
(KEYS CLINKING)
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.
PAT: 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.
Listen, the secret is, right, they're all rentals.
Don't let no cunt know where you are.
There's always someone gonna wanna take what you've got.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
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.
(KEYS CLATTERING) 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.
(PHONE TINKERING)
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!
(PHONE CLATTERING)
Fucking cunt. (PUFFING)
How are we gonna get this fucking money?
PAT: Be in your hands in a couple of days.
How do you fancy doing a bit of graft for me?
(SIGHING) Depends what fucking type of graft dunnit.
- Persuasion. - Persuasion?
I'll drink to that, that's what I'm good at.
- Cheers Tel. - Cheers.
PAT: Oh, that is fucking beautiful isn't it?
That's a nice drop of scotch that.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(LAUGHING)
Do you remember that?
Yeah, you do remember that.
(SNIFFING) (LAUGHING)
Is it hot in here or is it me?
- What? - Is it hot in here
or is it me?
PAT: 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.
(SNIFFING) (GRUNTING)
I'll have that, fucking finders keepers.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Fucking key, key key key.
Where's the fucking key, where's the key, key.
Where's the fucking key, you cunt.
The key.
(CLICKING) (UPBEAT MUSIC)
(WATER RUNNING)
(CHARLOTTE SNIFFING)
What the fuck are you doing up here, Patrick?
Are you coming in or what?
(BIRDS TWITTERING)
(COCKEREL CROWING) (DOG BARKING)
Oh, okay. (PUFFING)
(HEELS CLANKING)
- Where are you going? - Swimming.
- Where's Pat? - How should I know.
He's your new pet.
PAT: 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.
(PLANES RUMBLING) (TANNOY PINGING)
(BOARD CLATTERING)
(TOILET FLUSHING) (MAN GROANING)
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.
(TONY SNIFFING) (TONY GASPING)
(TONY LAUGHING)
Shh, shh, keep, keep it down Tone, keep it down.
Ah, Rolphe. (GRUNTING)
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.
(LAUGHING) Fucking do it, now, fucking do it.
- Argh! - Fucking do it, ah.
That's it, sniff it all up boy. (LAUGHING)
Thank-you.
Thank-you madam.
Thank-you.
Thank-you madam.
Passport sir.
And your boarding pass sir.
(TONY LAUGHING)
Stop there.
What are you looking at?
What?
You got a problem?
- No. - Do you wanna
- fucking make on cunt. - Woo, woo!
(GUN CLICKING) (GUN BLASTING)
(TONY LAUGHING)
(TANNOY PINGING)
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.
(LAUGHING) You're not as fucking silly
as you look are you?
You're still a cunt, though, argh.
Argh!
(TRUCK RUMBLING)
One of Terry's clients.
Thinks he doesn't wanna work with us no more.
So we're gonna help him change 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.
(LIVELY SPANISH GUITAR MUSIC)
(FIST THUMPING) (MAN GRUNTING)
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.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
All right Dave, you wanker.
DAVE: 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...
- (HEAD THUMPING) - Ugh.
(GRUNTING) (FISTS THUMPING)
- (BAT THUMPING) - Argh!
(BAT SMASHING) (TEETH CLATTERING)
Argh!
(BONES SMASHING) Fuckers!
(GRUNTING) (THUMPING)
Argh you fucker, fuck you!
(GRUNTING)
- (BAT WHIPPING) - Argh!
You fuck. (FISTS THUMPING)
(GRUNTING) (YELLING)
(BOTTLE SMASHING)
(MAN GRUNTING)
(SPEAKING IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
MAN: Let's go.
Let's go!
Where are you going?
(DAVE MOANING)
You mugs.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
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.
(DAVE GROANING)
Come up.
Now you listen to me.
You my friend, you're gonna be all right. (LAUGHING)
We'll get you walking in no time.
Thanks mate.
Argh! (FLESH SQUELCHING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
You should've fucking dumped me
when you had the chance you woman cunt.
(DAVE GASPING) (BLOOD SPLASHING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(PAT GRUNTING)
(WATER TRICKLING)
(GLASS TINKLING)
(SHOVEL SCRAPING)
- 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.
(CHARLOTTE SNIFFING)
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.
(LIGHT GUITAR MUSIC)
Relax.
Heads up, that's them over there.
Do me a favour.
Get rid of that cunt.
No worries.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
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! (PEOPLE SCREAMING)
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! (PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(HEAD SMASHING) Ah ugh, argh.
(FOOT SLAMMING) 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.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Do you think we made our point?
- Yeah. - Let's fuck off.
Come on then. (CHAIRS SCRAPING)
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?
(CHAIRS SCRAPING)
I er, I wanna make a bid.
(PLANE ZOOMING)
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
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.
(ELECTRONIC MUSIC)
(MOANING)
- 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.
(LAUGHING)
♪ This is the rhythm of the night ♪
- ♪ The night, the night. ♪ - It's not funny Tone.
It's not funny at all. ♪ The rhythm of the night ♪
♪ This is 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.
(CHEERING) (LAUGHING)
♪ 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!
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(PHONE BEEPING) (PHONE RINGING)
- 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.
(PHONE BEEPING)
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?
(GLASS CLINKING) (LIGHT MUSIC)
Morning.
You're blocking my sun.
Are you fucking mad, the sun's over there.
(LAUGHING) Worth a try.
(PAT MOANING)
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.
(PAT SNIFFING)
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.
(CHARLOTTE LAUGHING)
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.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
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?
(BELL TOLLING)
(DOOR BUZZING)
(DOOR CLICKING)
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.
How long you gonna be in town?
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.
(LAUGHING) I'm very excited about this.
This is fucking gold.
(VHS PLAYS CLICKING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
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.
(GASPING) 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. (LAUGHING)
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.
(TONGUE CLICKING)
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.
(DOOR CLICKING)
Hmm, hmm. (PHONE RINGING)
Where are you, you cunt?
(PHONE CLICKING)
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?
CRAIG: 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.
TONY: 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.
(MOTORBOAT CHUGGING) (MOPED WHIZZING)
(GASPING) 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.
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
♪ 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.
(VAN RUMBLING)
- Where the fuck you been? - I've been out.
- Where? - What are you,
fucking old bill?
Just remember who you fucking work for Pat.
(SIGHING) Don't matter, come, I gotta go.
I'm gonna be fucking late.
Well, where are we going?
Golf, and get them and all.
PAT: You're taking the fucking piss.
(CART RUMBLING) (BRAKES SQUEAKING)
- 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?
(CLUB WHACKING) (SIDNEY GROANING)
You can't get that kind of prop round the cap.
PAT: That's what I'm good at.
(SIDNEY COUGHING) (CLUB WHACKING)
(SIDNEY GROANING)
(SIDNEY COUGHING)
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. (COUGHING)
(CLUB THUMPING) Argh! (COUGHING)
- Now play on. - Thank-you.
(CLUB WHACKING)
- (BALL WHACKING) - Argh!
- What the fuck was that? - (LAUGHING) 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.
(MAN SHOUTING) 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.
PAT: 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.
(FIST SMASHING) (LIVELY MUSIC)
♪ You lovely cunt ♪
♪ You're lovely ♪
- Pass me the roadmap Rolphe? - What?
TONY: The fucking roadmap you silly cunt!
- Oh! - Oh you fucking mug,
it's in fucking Dutch!
No wonder we're fucking lost!
♪ Your lover ♪
(GLASSES CLINKING)
- 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 ♪ (HORN HONKING)
Watch out, watch out, watch out!
(PUFFING) 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.
(PUFFING) All right.
(VAN RUMBLING) (TYRES SQUEAKING)
Rolphe, go and have a look in the back,
see if we can get some fucking coffee or something.
- (CRAIG GROANING) - Ah, shit, all right.
(CUPBOARD CLICKING) 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. (LAUGHING)
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.
(LAUGHING) (LIGHT MUSIC)
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? (LAUGHING)
I'm iffy.
Well he's fucking iffy, but you're double iffy Rolphe.
You're next, son. (LAUGHING)
(TONY GRUNTING)
- You're iffy. - I'm not iffy.
I'm just a cake. (LAUGHING)
(WHEELS SQUEALING)
I'm just a cake.
(GUITAR MUSIC) (PAT SNORING)
(CHARLOTTE SNIFFING)
Pat?
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(LIVELY MUSIC)
♪ 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. (LAUGHING)
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.
(LAUGHING)
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 (LAUGHING)
Thank-you. (DOOR SLAMMING)
Fucking diamond geezer, one of your own.
Yeah, fucking looks it.
Right, let's get some breakfast.
Can I have an ice-cream?
Yum.
- (TONY GROWLING) - 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.
(TONY LAUGHING)
What's this?
It's money, what does it fucking look like?
(CLATTERING)
(WHEELS SQUEALING) (ROCK MUSIC)
(KLAUS LAUGHING)
I thought he was our fucking mate.
We did sort of kidnap him.
(SIGHING) 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.
(MEN CHATTERING)
That's them now.
He don't look like much.
Who are the two puffs with the beards?
PAT: 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.
(CRAIG AND TONY LAUGHING)
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(SHOVEL SCRAPING)
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.
(GROANING) Fucking crack Tone.
It's murder on the way out.
(LAUGHING) 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.
(GUN CLICKING)
So we will be back home on sweet Essex soil
before anyone has a fucking clue what day it is.
(GUN COCKING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(FEET THUMPING)
(CAR DOOR SLAMMING)
(COINS RATTLING)
(CAR RUMBLING)
(CASE CLICKING)
(WATER WHOOSHING) (SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(DOOR SLAMMING)
(CLOCK CLICKING)
(BIRD SQUAWKING)
- (GUN FIRING) - Fucking gorgeous.
(GUN FIRING)
(LAUGHING) Fucking (DROWNED OUT BY GUN FIRING)
(SHOTGUN BLASTING) (GLASS SHATTERING)
(CRAIG AND TONY LAUGHING)
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
(LIQUID SPLASHING) (GLASSES TINKLING)
Drink?
What do you want?
Peace offering.
Come on then.
Ah. (GLASS CLATTERING)
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.
(TELEVISION CLICKING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
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.
(CHARLOTTE SPITTING)
I'll send you a postcard, cunt.
(CLOCK CLICKING)
(KEY TINKERING) (SAFE CLICKING)
(BRIEFCASE CLICKING)
(TRUCK RUMBLING)
(BRAKES SQUEAKING)
- Here you are Tone. - Cheers for that.
Pat take that. (GUNS CLICKING)
- 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!
(DOOR RATTLING)
- For fuck's sake! - What you fucking doing,
you silly cunt.
Get out of here, now move.
(SPANISH GUITAR MUSIC)
(CUTLERY CLATTERING)
(WOMAN GASPING)
(SPEAKING IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
- Shh shh shh shh. - God.
- Shh shh shh. - Oh yeah.
TONY: Shut your fucking mouth.
- Shut your fucking mouth. - Shh shh shh,
quiet down.
(CRAIG GROANING)
Where's Rolphe? (GATE CLATTERING)
What the fuck are you doing, you greedy cunt?
I'm fucking starving.
I haven't eaten in two days.
Fucking move. (HAND SLAPPING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
And then old Ron said...
(LAUGHING)
Oh, argh! (GUN SLAMMING)
(FURNITURE SLAMMING)
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.
Now what's the combination?
Fuck you Pat. (GUN SLAMMING)
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.
(SAFE BEEPING) (SAFE CLICKING)
How are we looking?
It's like fucking Christmas.
Grab hold of that.
Uh, fucking hell.
Fucking hell.
- (BAG CLATTERING) - For fuck's sake.
Come on, fucking go!
Tone, move!
TONY: I'm not fucking leaving the money!
Come on!
Pat! (GUNS FIRING)
(EXCITING MUSIC) (GLASS SHATTERING)
Argh!
Fuck! (DROWNED OUT BY GUNS FIRING)
Fuck!
♪ Old Johnny Green ♪
♪ He has been here ♪
(GUN FIRING) (METAL PINGING)
♪ 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 ♪
(GRAVEL CRUNCHING) (BRAKES SQUEAKING)
- You all right? - Hey Pat.
Which is what?
Pills, cash.
(DOOR CLICKING)
- 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.
(DOOR SLAMMING)
(DOOR CLICKING)
What's wrong?
It won't open.
Are you sure, pull it.
(LAUGHING)
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.
(CRAIG AND TONY LAUGHING)
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.
(MEN LAUGHING)
Hold.
Come on darling, we're only joking.
(LIVELY ROCK MUSIC)
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 ♪
(TERRY GROANING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Oh no no, no, no, you fucking cunt.
(DOOR SLAMMING)
(PHONE BEEPING)
Wait.
(GUN FIRING)
(BELL TOLLING)
CROWD: Nigel, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel,
- Nigel, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel - It's showtime.
ANNOUNCER: 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!
ANNOUNCER: 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.
(CROWD CHEERING)
Come on Nige.
ANNOUNCER: Once again, here the ref in charge
Darrow, now to give instructions.
(BELL RINGING)
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.
(FISTS THUMPING)
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!
(CROWD MOANING)
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.
ANNOUNCER: He's going to be allowed to continue
but for how long?
Can he survive this opening round?
Keep your arms up Nigel! (CROWD SHOUTING)
ANNOUNCER: McClellan, ready to finish this,
right here and now.
Go on Nigel! (FISTS THUMPING)
(BELL RINGING)
(CLUBBING MUSIC)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(FISTS THUMPING)
(BOXERS GRUNTING)
(SIRENS WAILING)
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.
KEN: 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.
(OMINOUS MUSIC) 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.
(CROWD CHEERING) (FISTS THUMPING)
ANNOUNCER: 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!
ANNOUNCER: He's surely gonna have to go down here.
(CROWD CHEERING)
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.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(LIGHTS BUZZING)
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.
(BAG SLAPPING) 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.
(CROWD ROARING)
- 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.
(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)
Last one, lovely boy.
ANNOUNCER: Eight, he's reached nine.
It is all over.
(CROWD ROARING) Benn is the winner.
Benn is still the champion.
(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)
(PHONE RINGING)
- What? - Good news mate.
False alarm.
What you fucking talking about?
KEN: 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.
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
CRAIG: Caw Pat, coming right on me.
They're the best fucking pills I've ever taken in my life.
(CRAIG GROANING)
No no no no no.
Fucking hell!
(FOGHORN BLOWING)
♪ Naughty naughty very naughty ♪
(ELECTRONIC MUSIC)
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode ♪
♪ He's Ebeneezer Goode ♪
♪ Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode ♪
♪ He's Ebeneezer Goode ♪
♪ Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode ♪
♪ He's Ebeneezer Goode ♪
♪ Has anybody got any veras ♪
♪ Lovely ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode ♪
♪ He's Ebeneezer Goode ♪
♪ Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode ♪
♪ He's Ebeneezer Goode ♪
♪ Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode ♪
♪ He's Ebeneezer Goode ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode ♪
♪ Wicked ♪
♪ Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode ♪
♪ He's Ebeneezer Goode ♪
(DOORS SLAMMING)
Wait. (GUN FIRING)
(PUFFING) 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.