Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What do you say, Mr Kimber?

What exactly is it that you want, Freddie?

Men should talk, too.

A few cuts and bruises.

Freddie didn't want your money.

Do you have names?

I'll lead. Watch yourself, Danny. Tommy.

My suits are on the house or the house burns down.

Buy the boys a drink. Anybody hurt?

And what did my countrymen want?

Men always tell their troubles to a barmaid.

You ever been in a house this big?

Will you ladies at least let a man sleep on it?

Talk to me about the guns.

Would it be so bad if they stayed?

How many men can you put in the field at one time?

Christ knows you've had your fill of war.

We chased the Lees across the track, right the way down the Devon road.

Side bet. Ten pounds says I'll have her fucked in one.

While he has her.

I'm not finished. Sit down.

Maybe they are. Maybe they're not.

♪ The boys of the old IRA... ♪

And now the coppers are saying if we don't turn Freddie in,

He said a lot, but the only bit I heard... was that their high command

Not the best of tactics, Sergeant.

Chalk for your blackboards.

Why not? I'm a barmaid. It's my job.

..and we fucking volunteered.

I was going to let you go through with it, but in the end,

Well, I prefer to come to the races the back way.

They're going to lose a lot of money on fast women and slow nags.

Can we shake hands and forget this ever happened?

Come on, posh girl. Earn your three quid.

No more CHALKING on Billy Kimber’s boys!

They're called operatives.

A surprise? Where is she?

Why did you change your mind, Thomas?

You thinking Freddie Thorne's back?

He has a place a couple of miles away.