:31:00
Even then, Sammy was the only one
that made the call.
:31:03
Sometimes we misjudged the timings
of the patrol boats.
:31:08
And as I wiped Moroccan kids'brains off me,
I questioned my morals.
:31:12
But with the amount of money at stake
and Sammy breathing down my neck,
:31:15
there was no time for regret.
:31:17
It ain't good news. We've lost a few of 'em.
:31:22
Oh, well, you live and learn.
:31:24
Unless you're a dead kid.
:31:26
It was Danny and Ronnie'sjob to get the puff
from the dealers,
:31:29
load up the boats with the barrels and make
sure the mules headed in the right direction.
:31:33
Unless it was Ramadan.
Fucking Holy Month costs us fortunes,
:31:36
because parents wouldn't let their kids go,
:31:38
even when we doubled their carry money.
:31:40
But we got round it. We went to the orphanages.
:31:43
Sammy was the eye in the sky
and everything went on his order.
:31:46
He was the only one
that could give the green light.
:31:49
Me and Charlie were on beach patrol.
:31:51
It was ourjob to make sure
the kids didn't run off with our drugs.
:31:54
They're thieving cunts, Moroccans,
it's in their blood.
:31:57
So we'd grab 'em out the dinghies, sling 'em in
the back of our van before they could run off,
:32:02
then we'd drive into the Linea, switch lorries
and send the puff off to Madrid to be sealed.
:32:08
The bath is empty. I repeat,
:32:10
the bath is empty.
:32:12
Go! Go!
:32:38
- Come on, then, you little fucking pikeys!
- Come on!
:32:45
Come on, venga! Venga!
:32:48
With the Dutch out the way, we changed
the way drugs were smuggled into England.
:32:53
We slashed the prices
and drove them through the Continent.
:32:56
Our operation grew so big,
I was bringing my mates down to help.
:32:59
I lived to regret it cos, like Moroccans,
South Londoners are thieving cunts