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1:27:00
Where is my fucking prisoner?
1:27:02
- You old ladies couldn't catch a cold.
- Sir, I just...

1:27:05
Shut up, you soppy wanker.
1:27:08
- Indigo...
- Dingo Bongo.

1:27:12
- Is this area now secure?
- Yes, sir.

1:27:15
You can fuck off, then.
1:27:17
So where are the pills, genius?
1:27:20
I think this is them now.
1:27:26
What the fuck?
1:27:31
- Couldn't leave this behind.
- Greenies.

1:27:37
You are in the wrong game.
You should work with us.

1:27:40
- Are we square?
- Yeah, we're sweet.

1:27:44
It seems so. Your pills
are in the back. Help yourself.

1:28:22
Hello.
1:28:25
OK. Yes, I will do. Bye-bye.
1:28:33
You're off the hook, Morty.
Freddie Hurst is out of his coma.

1:28:40
Good news.
1:28:43
- Yeah.
- Good news, mate.

1:28:45
Listen, I've got one for you.
1:28:48
Irishman caught his son snorting charlie.
1:28:50
He said, " If I catch you doing that again,
I'll rub your fucking nose in it."


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