l'll not bash the fuck out of you
in front of all your girlfriends.

Gonna make it worth my while, mate?
Jesus, you know how it is, man.

Comfortable, Mullet?
lt's sadly ironic it's that tie
that's got you into this pickle.

Now, you take all
the time you want, mate.

What the fuck you doing, Tone?
Driving down the street
with your head in my window.

-What you think l'm doing?
-Well, don't, Tone.

You been using dog shit
for toothpaste?

Slow down, Tone.
Slow down, Tony!
l don't think so.
l think l'll speed up.

Play some music if you like.
l love this track.
l want to know who blagged
Brick Top's bookies.

Yes, Mullet?
l think it's two black guys that work
from a pawn shop in Smith Street.

Better not be telling me porky pies.
l tell you, it's two black guys work
out of a pawnshop on Smith Street.

lt's very effective, Tony.
lt's not too subtle, but effective.
Are we taking him with us?
It's the Russian.
A Russian?
To be technical he's an Uzbekistanian.
Uzbekistanian? l've been dealing
with those sneaky Russian dogs.

-Give me a name.

-Boris The Blade?

As in Boris The Bullet-Dodger?
Why do they call him
The Bullet-Dodger?

Because he dodges bullets, Avi.
He won't fight unless
we buy his mum a caravan...

...and you nicked all our savings.
ln the quiet words
of the Virgin Mary, come again?

He's a stubborn bastard. He said
he's got to look after his mum.