:52:17
(MARIE IS CRYING)
:52:33
(TREVOR): Good Christmas, John?
:52:36
(JOHN): Will you fuck off!
:52:41
(CHARLIE): You don't think
Bob's Mr Fix-it, do you?
:52:44
(EDDIE): Mr Know-it, yeah.
Everyone talks to Bob,
:52:48
but he couldn't organise his shit
into the pan without someone's help.
:52:53
My money's on Wynton.
He's always jabbering into his mobile.
:53:00
What do you think, John?
:53:02
I think with all this bunny
we're going to miss the cup draw.
:53:08
About Wynton.
:53:13
He's deep into something, but there's
nothing that pins the rucks on him.
:53:17
- He's always on the scene.
- So are we.
:53:21
What? What did I say?
:53:26
Pompey vs. Arsenal. Should be tasty.
:53:30
We've got to got more specific.
:53:32
We're up to our tits in circumstantial,
But there's nothing to put our targets away.
:53:35
"Targets", bollocks! These people are our mates.
:53:42
Of course they are our mates.
:53:45
I'm having the time of my life.
:53:47
I don't believe I'm hearing this!
:53:53
For fuck's sake, we're cops!
:53:55
(RADIO): ...Shadwell Town.
:53:58
- Yes!
- Yes, yes, yes!