1:13:06
- Tommy.
- Tommy.
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Did you tell him yet?
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- On you go.
- What?
1:13:17
There's this mate of Swanney's.
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- You know the guy. Mikey Forrester.
- Aye.
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Well... he's come
into some gear.
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- A lot of gear.
- How much gear?
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About two kilos.
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So he tells me.
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He got drunk in a pub
down by the docks last week...
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where he met
two Russian sailors.
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They're fucking carrying the stuff.
For sale there and then, like.
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So he wakes up next morning...
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realizes what he's done,
gets very fucking nervous.
1:13:55
He wants rid of this, right?
1:13:57
- So?
- So he met me.
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And I offered to take it off his hands
at a very reasonable price...
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with the intention of punting it
on myself to a guy I know in London.
1:14:08
We've just come back
from Tommy's funeral...
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and you're talking
about a skag deal?
1:14:14
Aye.
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What was your price?
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- Four grand.
- You haven't got four grand.
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- We're 2,000 short.
- Well, that's tough.
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Look, Mark, every cunt knows
you've been saving up in London.
1:14:32
- I'm sorry, boys.
I do not have two grand.
1:14:35
Aye, you fucking do.
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I've seen
your bank statement.
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- For fuck's sake.
- Two thousand...
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one hundred
and thirty-three pound.
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Two kilos.
What is that, ten years?
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Mikey Forrester. Russian sailors.
What the fuck are you boys on?
1:14:54
Eh? Spud, you've already
been to jail.
1:14:57
What's the deal?
You like it so much you want to go back?
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I just want the money, Mark.