How much do you want for it?
Okay, so what do you want for it?
l want you to do something for me.
There is a fight in couple of days.
What kind of a fight?
Unlicensed boxing.
There is a bookies l know
that will take bets.

lf you place one down for me...
...we will call it quits.
-Why don't you put it down yourself?

...there is not too many bookies
that takes those kind of bets.

And l already have an outstanding
debt with the house.

l know something most don't.
So, nu?
What do you know?
lt's a campsite. A pikey campsite.
-Ten points.
-What are we doing here?

-We're buying a caravan.
-Off a pack of fucking pikeys?

What's wrong with you?
This will get messy.

Not if you're here.
Oh, you bastard.
l fucking hate pikeys.
That's a flash car, mister.
Not as flash as your bike.
Who are you looking for?
Mr. O'Neil.
-Want me to get him?
-That's a good lad.

Piss off.
-Are you going to go get him for me?

-What are you waiting for?
-The five quid you'll pay me.

Fuck off, l'll find him meself.
-Two fifty.
-You can have a quid.

You're a real tight fucker.
There was a problem with gypsies.
What're you doing?
Get out of the way, man.

You can't understand
what's being said.

You Tommy? Come about the caravan?
-Mr. O'Neil.
-Fuck, man. Call me Mickey.

Not Irish, not English.
-How are you?
-Weather's been kind.

It's just Pikey.
Would you look at the size of him?
How big are you?