:57:00
At a bookies.
:57:01
Bookies?
:57:05
Pass us the blower, Susi.
:57:10
-Bookies got blagged last night.
-Blagged? Speak English.
:57:14
This country spawned the language,
and nobody seems to speak it.
:57:18
Blagged, robbed.
:57:20
We'll see a man
that may know something.
:57:22
l need a gun.
:57:24
You don't, Rosebud, me old son.
You need me.
:57:30
l got fucking black ink all
over fuck boy.
:57:32
He's stained for fucking life.
:57:35
That and the golden teeth as well.
Fucking hell--
:57:37
All right, Mullet?
:57:43
How you doing?
You all right, mate?
:57:46
Nice tie.
:57:47
l heard you weren't about that much.
:57:49
Still warm, the blood
that courses through my veins.
:57:53
Unlike yours, Mullet.
:57:55
Who blagged Brick Top's bookies?
:57:57
-Do me a favour, Tone.
-l will do you a favour, Mullet.
:58:00
l'll not bash the fuck out of you
in front of all your girlfriends.
:58:05
Gonna make it worth my while, mate?
Jesus, you know how it is, man.
:58:12
Comfortable, Mullet?
:58:14
lt's sadly ironic it's that tie
that's got you into this pickle.
:58:17
Now, you take all
the time you want, mate.
:58:20
What the fuck you doing, Tone?
:58:22
Driving down the street
with your head in my window.
:58:26
-What you think l'm doing?
-Well, don't, Tone.
:58:30
You been using dog shit
for toothpaste?
:58:32
Slow down, Tone.
:58:34
Slow down, Tony!
:58:36
l don't think so.
l think l'll speed up.
:58:40
Play some music if you like.
:58:44
l love this track.
:58:46
l want to know who blagged
Brick Top's bookies.
:58:49
Yes, Mullet?
:58:51
l think it's two black guys that work
from a pawn shop in Smith Street.
:58:56
Better not be telling me porky pies.
:58:58
l tell you, it's two black guys work
out of a pawnshop on Smith Street.