Cheeky bastard.
-Okay, lads.
-Get him on his feet.

Get back down...
...or you will not be coming up
next time.

Bollocks to you.
This is sick. l'm out of here.
You're not going anywhere,
you thick lump.

You stay until the job's done.
It turned out that the sweet-talking,
tattoo-sporting pikey...

...was a gypsy bare-knuckle
boxing champion.

Which makes him harder
than a coffin nail.

Right now that's the last thing
on Tommy's mind.

If Gorgeous doesn't wake up
in the next few minutes...

...Tommy knows he'll be buried
with him.

Why would the gypsies
want to explain...

...why a man died in their campsite?
Not when they can bury the pair
of them and just move camp.

It's not like they got
social security numbers, is it?

Tommy, ''The Tit''...
:21:35 praying.
And if he isn't...
...he fucking should be.