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a couple of miles down the road.

Pompous bastard. I knew it.

Changes a man, I should think.

We'll see he's well looked after.

I have to see her again.

but I take your point.

I look after myself.

Good morning, Mr. Thurso.

I'm working for them.

I mean, your Brian sucked me off at the Harvest Festival,

Alfie, what is this?

Look, if there's anything shady afoot, I'll leg it.

You look like a hairdresser.

Oh, God. You-you-you can't let them take her.

Alfie, leave off.

and he will die in hellish torment.

but I think you work for some very dodgy people.

I suppose I thought it was romantic,

No gun required.

Don't think I don't give you credit for your progress.

Mr. Thurso, shall we?

I copulate with men,

Why do you care?

I'll give him a wank as we go.

10,000 quid, and she's got plenty more work for us.

They can. They have guns.

Honestly, mate. It's more than my job's worth.

for the Longbrass murder next bank holiday.

What did he do wrong to make you so angry?

Somebody more peaceful.

Well, glasses don't wash themselves.

I'm-I'm... I'm fibrillating.

representing Mr. Ian Thurso.

Good. Good enough.

Yeah, fair play, there is some bad news comes with.

Hey, sit down, Spanish.

I could be persuaded.

And the price of ignorance.

That, young man,

I should hope you are.

Raise your voice.