Do you realize l'm
fucking forty grand down?

What's the fucking crack?
-l'll make it up to you.
-l ain't happy.

l'll make it up to you, l promise.
Stand on me.

Oh, that fucking pikey's
put me in it.

Thanks for the tip, Brick Top.
Listen, you fucking fringe,
if l throw a dog a bone...

...l don't want to know
if it tastes good.

Stop me again whilst l'm walking and
l'll cut your fucking jacobs off.

-He's here.
-Well, you explain it to him.

-What you doing?
-The case was attached to his arm.

So why didn't you chop it off?
We ain't fucking butchers, Boris.
But he has the case.
Look, we--
Well, you have a problem.

There weren't much cash
at the bookies.

Here is the 10 grand.
No. Keep it. We want this.
Well, at least half of this.
What was in the case was mine.
What was in the bookies was yours.

lt wasn't much, but here is
the 10 large to help the situation.

No, l'm afraid
it's too late for that.

We want half of this, and that's
because we're being generous.