:47:01
But it weren't like marijuana.
:47:03
We couldn't afford to lose one package.
It was worth too much.
:47:06
But if our sacrifice worked
and we kept the mayor sweet...
:47:11
...we'd wind up with more money
than we could dream of.
:47:15
Ah, I'm so pleased
you invited me down here, Frankie.
:47:18
- I don't know how I'll be able to repay you.
- I'm sure you'll find a way.
:47:21
So, what was it you said you wanted me to do?
:47:23
Oh, just meet some fella.
:47:25
- What's he buying?
- A bit of this, son, a bit of that.
:47:29
Usual stuff.
:47:31
Sweet. You know, I'm so glad I'm clean again,
:47:34
otherwise I'd be in a squat in Peckham
with a needle hanging out my arm.
:47:37
Clean? I thought you said
he was bang in trouble, you cunt.
:47:41
Fuck it. We'll get him drunk.
:47:45
Give us my Wilson.
:47:47
- What's that?
- A putter.
:47:50
Ow! Fuck!
:47:51
Sorry, I'm a bit rusty.
:47:53
I see it didn't take you long
to buck up with your mates again.
:47:56
Well, no-one else wanted me.
:47:58
Seeing as me and Ronnie are old pals
and went to school together,
:48:01
it seemed stupid to fall out
over something so silly.
:48:04
- Why don't you fucking grow up, Sam?
- I wish I could, Charl.
:48:07
- How are you two doing, anyway?
- Yeah, not bad.
:48:09
- Just brushing up with my irons.
- It looks that way.
:48:12
Here, can't you find
your own fucking club to play in?
:48:16
- I'm a member.
- Hark at it. It talks.
:48:19
- That's what they say about you.
- Yeah?
:48:21
It's a bit strong, innit,
coming from a known grass?
:48:23
Fucking grass?
:48:25
Who did you get that from?
:48:26
- Danny.
- How come you've never done any bird, then?
:48:29
Cos I'm sensible, prick.
:48:31
Talking of pricks, how are you doing, Frankie?
:48:33
- All right, boys?
- All right, Carl?
:48:36
- How are you, darling?
- All right, Frankie.
:48:39
- How are you?
- Shut up, you slag.
:48:41
Fuck off, Sammy. Don't try and make
a fool of me in front of your mates.
:48:54
Birdie.
:48:59
We had more coke
than we could handle.