:40:02
- No, that's... Carl?
- Ace.
:40:07
- No, it was out, Charl.
- It was in.
:40:08
It was fucking out! Don't fucking cheat!
:40:11
- Cunt.
- Sammy, it was in!
:40:13
I ain't playing, Charl.
:40:14
I ain't playing no more, Charlie. And you.
:40:17
You sad fuck.
:40:19
Come on, mate.
:40:42
With the mayor on our side,
we fucking smashed it.
:40:46
As long as we wet his beak
and stayed away from cocaine, he loved us.
:40:49
While the English police sat around scratching
their canisters wondering how we did it,
:40:53
we opened the club for Sunday lunch,
sat back and enjoyed our roast.
:40:56
iHola! Magazine.
:41:09
Leave off, Sam, please.
:41:11
We only wanna have
a bit of roast dinner.
:41:13
We don't know
what we're supposed to have done.
:41:16
Sammy, come on, it's Sunday.
:41:17
- Fuck 'em, Charl, they're not welcome.
- Come on, Sammy, sit down.
:41:21
Come on.
:41:27
It's all right, lads.
:41:28
- Sit down, enjoy your dinner.
- Don't worry about him. Come on, sit down.
:41:32
Come on.
:41:42
Oh, here we go.
:41:44
Oh, look at it.
:41:46
Cunt.
:41:47
Ain't got a bit of class.
:41:49
Thinks it's the bollocks
cos its old man's warm.
:41:52
I think she's lovely.
:41:53
- You're just jealous.
- Fuck off!
:41:55
- Shut up. What do you know? It's just a brass.
- That's rich.