:55:00
I don't want a bunce.
I want him out of the way.
:55:03
Flash young runt.
One of the new breed, ain't he?
:55:07
Reck ons he can just waltz off
into retirement.
:55:11
I want him away for 12.
:55:14
If he's got a kilo of class A,
he's looking at double figures.
:55:17
- I'll put it there myself.
- Sounds personal.
:55:20
He's got a few quid.
He'll come in handy.
:55:23
I set him up with that slippery accountant
in the first place.
:55:27
Fucking rag-head let slip, didn't he?
:55:30
"You will miss him when he's gone,
Mr Price."
:55:34
Is that you, the flash runt
who thinks he's retiring?
:55:39
You'd no idea what Jimmy was up to?
:55:42
How do you think these fuckers
earn a living?
:55:45
I would've thought a smart young man
like you would know that already.
:55:49
- Can I have that?
- Mr Troop.
:55:55
Thank you.
:56:00
This looks like you, son.
Smart part of town.
:56:04
I'll keep an eye open. Must dash off.
Get home. Wash and brush up.
:56:07
Opera tonight. The Damnation of Faust.
:56:10
Man sells his soul to the devil. All ends
in tears. These arrangements usually do.
:56:25
One more thing, young man.
:56:28
Always remember, the art of good
business is being a good middleman.
:56:32
Bye-bye.