:22:00
Shit.
:22:03
Shit!
:22:05
Shut the fucking thing, will you?
:22:14
Fuck...
:22:16
Get Durant on the fucking phone,
right fucking now!
:22:28
Where's my motherfucking chemist?!
:22:30
- Lawrence? He should be in the car.
- Should be?!
:22:33
What kind of fuck-up is this Durarnt?
:22:34
Look, we deal today, or I go to the competition.
:22:38
Look, let me speak to DeSouza.
:22:39
DeSouza? DeSouza?
:22:41
Look, boss, it wasn't my fault.
:22:44
Besides, he was fucking irritating.
:22:46
Right now, I couldn't give a gnat's chuff.
You twat!
:22:49
You just make sure McElroy gets here.
:22:51
Where's my fucking chemist?!
:22:53
- think we need a new chemist Mr. Durarnt
- I know. I know.
:22:56
I can fucking hear him, can't I?
:22:58
Tell him I'm going to get a hold of er...
:23:00
Pudsey Smith, OK?
:23:02
Yeah. I am not buying aspirin
for a fucking arm and a leg.
:23:06
He's getting Pudsey Smith.
:23:07
- Who?
- He's a deaf-mute.
:23:09
Stall him. Just stall him.
:23:11
You keep that Yankee cunt happy. And alive.
:23:14
All right, boss. Yeah.
:23:19
Oh! You fucking twat!
:23:25
What's the plan, then? Freshen up?
:23:28
Massage? Maybe you fancy
a bucket of fried fucking chicken.
:23:32
If I wanted cuisine, I'd have gone to Paris .
:23:35
You can still go to France. It's not too far.
:23:37
It's full of pricks and they hate
fucking Yanks too. Do you fancy a bite?
:23:40
Yeah. All right.
:23:52
Hello, stranger!
:23:56
Said hello to lover boy yet?
:23:59
- Iki, I'm in a hurry.