1:11:02
The one good thing I learned from Freddie:
Keep your own house in order.
1:11:08
1993: Maggie's children suffer
the consequences of the 1980s.
1:11:12
Don't we all? Do we fuck!
1:11:15
Business is as good as ever.
1:11:17
Poor little merchant bankers?
1:11:20
Still got enough for a little toot, though.
1:11:29
1994: Not such a good year.
1:11:33
Mad John murders his wife in a domestic.
Nothing I could do about it.
1:11:37
As it happens in the supermarket.
Fucking sad way to go down.
1:11:42
Taken out of the fucking place
like a poxy, junkie shoplifter.
1:11:45
Last of Freddie's boys. End of an era.
1:11:50
1995, 1996, 1997, 1998...
1:11:54
... 1999.
1:12:01
Freddie Mays is back.
1:12:03
Lock up your daughters.
1:12:05
Chinatown.
1:12:17
Well, Freddie...
1:12:19
... all those years.
1:12:20
How's it been, son?
1:12:22
Tough? Was it tough?
1:12:24
Tough on you? Hard to bear?
1:12:27
Still...
1:12:28
... for my part, I'd just like to say,
Freddie, congratulations.
1:12:34
You're out, fit and well, and I'm happy.
1:12:38
Fuck off. Look at me now, Freddie.
1:12:42
You want a job? Me and you, Freddie.
1:12:47
Just like the old days.