:08:00
Style. "I'm-fucking-peccable. "
:08:03
What a man.
:08:05
I mean a real man.
:08:10
- All right, how are you doing?
- Yeah, good.
:08:15
- Do you want a drink?
- Yeah.
:08:19
'Cause you look a bit scared, son.
Are you scared?
:08:23
No.
:08:26
Scared?
:08:28
I didn't need a drink. I was drunk enough.
:08:30
Drunk on the smell of Italian leather.
:08:32
Arse-holed on the smell of success.
:08:35
I hear you've been hanging around
with Mad John.
:08:37
Yeah.
:08:38
This incident last week.
Apparently you handled yourself quite well.
:08:42
Yeah.
:08:44
- Trevor heard that as well, didn't you?
- Yeah.
:08:51
- He thinks you're a bit of a laugh, I think.
- Does he?
:08:55
He's a bit of a wide boy, our Trevor.
Bit of an independent thinker.
:08:58
Enjoys taking the piss.
The things he gets up to.
:09:03
You see, when you work for me
you do things my way.
:09:06
There's no going behind my back.
There's no going out on your own.
:09:10
And there's no independent
fucking thinking.
:09:13
Fuck!
:09:15
Freddie.
:09:17
Because it irks me.
:09:18
I can't fucking see.
:09:24
Yeah. That's the word, "irks. "
:09:28
Anyway...
:09:30
...it appears we have a vacancy.
:09:35
You're in, son.
:09:37
Straight off he gives me £500.
:09:39
£500 in my hands! I mean, this is 1968.
:09:43
And do me a favor. Take out the rubbish.
:09:56
And get yourself kitted out.