:43:01
He wanders up
and turns the Liza over.
:43:04
"Fuck off and watch it
somewhere else."
:43:06
He knows claret is imminent,
:43:08
but he doesn't
want to miss the game.
:43:10
Calm as a coma, picks up
the fire extinguisher,
:43:14
walks past the jam rolls
ready for action
:43:17
and plonks it outside
the entrance.
:43:19
He orders an aristotle
of the most ping-pong tiddly
:43:22
in the nuclear sub
and switches back to his footer.
:43:26
"That's fucking it,"
says the geezer.
:43:28
"That's fucking what?"
says Rory.
:43:31
He gobs out a mouthful of booze,
covering Fatty.
:43:34
He flicks a flaming match
into his bird's nest
:43:36
and the geezer's lit up
like a leaking gas pipe.
:43:39
Rory, unfazed,
turns back to his game.
:43:41
His team's won, too. Four nil.
:44:00
Oi! ls your hair supposed
to look like that?
:44:03
- All right, short stuff.
- Never mind short stuff.
:44:06
Next time we do a job
like this we want more money.
:44:10
Or we're going back
to post offices. Fuck that!
:44:12
Where's the others?
:44:15
There was no others.
:44:16
Stop fucking around.
The others - the old ones.
:44:19
I don't know what you mean.
:44:20
There were two old guns.
Where are they now?
:44:22
Not in the cabinet.
:44:24
There were some old hammer-lock
muskets the butler was carrying.
:44:27
- They were ours. We sold them.
- Unsell them!
:44:31
We had to sell them.
We needed the money.
:44:33
I am not fucking interested.
:44:35
If you don't wanna be counting
the fingers you haven't got,
:44:39
I suggest you get those guns.
Quick!