Layer Cake (2004) Edit

A shot at the title? A seat by the band?

About how this hooligan outfit from down your end,

Actually volunteered to dispose of the body.

Adios, amigos.

After sending us over in the first place.

After that business with Kilburn Jerry...

After we do the business, walk slowly back.

After your jolly little reunion the other day.

All because some kid was being ridden against his will by a psychotic lunatic.

All right, mate. I'm the Duke's nephew.

All right? Where do you want the money sent, lah?

All right.

All the drugs and cash go through Gene.

Although that one is really pretty. Is that Second World War?

Always doing loads of drugs.

Always remember that one day all this drug monkey business will be legal.

Always remember, the art of good business is being a good middleman.

Always work in a small team.

And after a couple of days, Eddie's little getting in and getting out speech

And avoid like the fucking plague

And don't be leaving it to that pair of ponces, Cody and Tiptoes,

And in a week, it will be ready for collection,

And puts your head through the window!

And then leave quietly forever.

And what's the idea of telling Duke those pills ain't worth shit?

And you find peace with guns.

And you, fucking tell him now. What geezer?

And you! Stay down! Stay down!

And you're the person I should talk to about the return of this cargo,

And you've forgotten what shit even looks like.

And, anyway, this Serbian maniac's in hot pursuit.

Another twisted bastard from the old neighbourhood.

Anyway, I'll get to the point. I need a favour.

Are you enjoying this?

Are you fucking demented?

Are you listening? Find a buyer for those pills.

As do guns.

As if it was some little kiddie's piggy bank.

As long as you don't take the piss, people will always come back for more.

As you're driving it yourself, probably green.

Asked me to fly to Zurich to see the minister,

Baby, baby, baby, baby!

Bad juju.

Bad news about our little venture, Jim.

Bad.

Because I am not a fucking prick.

Because the other way is my friend takes you

Because you make too much money for people like me.

Been with him since way back.

Being a cry baby. Threatening to offload those pills in 48 hours.

Being black was even worse than being Irish.

Best of luck.

Between you and that gobshite Duke, he's promised Jimmy a bumper pay day.

Big fat fucker. On little Jimmy's nest egg.

Black. Yeah, black.

Black's the colour for a hearse or a taxi.

Boatman Paul gave me your number, in the end.

Boss wants to see you in his office.

Brighton. She kept begging Kinky to go with her.

Bunch of under endowed, ageing fuck pigs.

But for me this is all over. I'm getting out.

But he got unlucky because this lot are wanted for fucking war crimes.

But he kept his mouth shut.

But how much can you spend in Parkhurst or the Scrubs, Gene?

But I sees this geezer all in black. It's like something out of a kung fu film.

But I'll let Jimmy explain.

But I'll tell you,

But I'm prepared to do you a favour.

But I've always said, have a plan and stick to it.

But I've checked you out, son. You're a smart boy.

But I've come unstuck in my attempts to provide a spectacle for my chums.

But if you ever have to kill somebody, never, ever tell a living soul.

But it wasn't for me.

But let's forget about all that.

But never be too greedy.

But she ain't behaving like a lady.

But they're nothing to do with the Duke.

But this is now.

But we had nothing to do with the acquiring of said merchandise.

But why did you keep the gun?

But you keep very, very bad company.

But you're not the first to point a gun at me.

By the way, Jimmy would like to see you tomorrow for a spot of lunch.

C'est la vie.

Calm down, Gazza. I'm sure Duke's just fine.

Calm down. You'll feel better once you've got your money.

Can you find somebody for me really quickly?

Can you see that guy on the left?

Champagne. Fucking good gear and all.

Charlie woke up, found him cold, freaked out, fucked off down to Brighton.

Charlie, bless her.

Chuck 'em a few quid, they'll cough.

Clarkie, have a sniff about. Make some phone calls, but really quietly.

Clarkie.

ClD was geezers you was at school with routine?

Climb a little higher, you take less shit.

Close. No, I said it. James Lionel Price. Good boy.

Cody's gonna find her.

Come here. I have something for you.

Come in. Sit down.

Come on up. I'll leave the door open.

Come on, babe. You all right? Careful here, it's a bit wobbly.

Come on, boys, lively, lively.

Come on!

Come on.

Convinced?

Crazy Larry was no fucking businessman.

Delta Uniform...

Depending which tariff you use,

Did his bird. Earned a lot of respect for that.

Did I fuck.

Do you know something we don't?

Do you know what a remora fish is?

Do you know what? I fucking enjoyed that, brother.

Don't ask me. I ain't fucking touching 'em.

Don't be an idiot. Let me match his offer.

Don't be giving it the big fucking innocent, pal.

Don't be so conservative. Black's a splendid idea.

Don't bother me with details. Just tell me when they're done.

Don't do anything to draw attention to yourself.

Don't go anywhere. Drink some more champagne.

Don't keep fucking saying that to me!

Don't move a muscle.

Don't piss in my pocket and tell me it's raining.

Don't run, whatever you do.

Don't think too long. Someone's gonna make a killing on these pills.

Don't worry about a table. We'll have room service.

Don't worry about it, kidder. Man was a prick, anyway. Later.

Don't you care about dead darkies, Albert?

Don't you fucking talk to me like I'm some kind of mug.

Don't you want to hear what Jimmy has to say about you?

Don't, for fuck's sake, think these pills are worth millions.

Dragan said he wanted the pills and the Duke. Where's the Duke?

Dragan, I've been doing some checking.

Dragan, the Duke is nothing to do with me.

Dragan's killed Paul. He's done the Duke.

Drinks are on me. Drinks for everyone.

Drug money's easy money, not grief.

Drugs changed everything.

Duke and Slasher came by the office the other day.

Duke, don't take this personally. It's business.

England! Typical. Even drug dealers don't work weekends.

Especially you. I like it when you're drunk.

Everyone in Amsterdam believes that he has.

Everyone likes to walk through a door marked Private.

Everything was to your satisfaction?

Everything's sweet. When can we meet?

Excuse me.

Find out where the Duke's holed up.

Flash young runt. One of the new breed, ain't he?

Flinging up skysc****rs. His wife's a proper blue blood.

For once, you might be of some use.

For smuggling two million quid's worth of puff.

Forgive me for stating the obvious, but stay away from the end user.

Freddie got three years for aiding and abetting.

Freddie Hurst is still in intensive care

Freddie's in intensive care with a bit of a brain haemorrhage.

Fuck me, he's loaded.

Fuck me.

Fuck off!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fucking get down! Get down now!

Fucking hell, Duke.

Fucking hell. What you doing down this neck of the woods?

Fucking jackpot. There's fucking millions of the fuckers in here.

Fucking rag head let slip, didn't he?

Funnily enough, it was Jimmy who persuaded me.

Gazza, go and load them pills.

Gazza, look at me. Put it down. You're gonna get us all shot.

Gazza, the Old Bill are outside!

Gazza, this place stinks. We want to get you out of here. 50 pence a pill.

Gene here is Jimmy's right hand man.

Gene, let's listen to this shit.

Gene, that is a lot of pills. What's the tax on that?

Gene, what the fuck am I gonna do about these Serbs?

Gene, who the fuck is Freddie?

Gene, why are we doing business with the Duke?

Gene'll fill you in.

Get in.

Get out in the world, you take more shit.

Get the fucking money!

Getting that smug fucking yuppie bastard to tell Duke those pills were useless,

Getting Trevor's man down here to shoot this Serb in a park!

Good news.

Good times today, stupor tomorrow.

Good. Paying your bit of straight goer's tax, eh?

Good. Tell Morty.

Hang on, you've lost me now.

Hang on.

Has met the development minister of some tin pot republic.

Hashish and LSD arrived on the scene.

Have a look at the geezer at the front, on the door.

Have a plan. Stick to it.

Have you eaten? I'll have a Chinky sent up.

He accused me of instigating it.

He put yous together.

He said you asked for his help.

He said, lf I catch you doing that again, I'll rub your fucking nose in it.

He saw the future was drugs and it needed to be run like a business.

He used to run with me, Morty and Jimmy in this real kamikaze firm.

He'll pick you up at nine in the morning. Gallows Corner. You know it?

He's a fucking maniac, a relic, a throw back, belongs to the Dark Ages.

He's a good mate of my uncle's, the Duke. He was just going.

He's got a few quid. He'll come in handy.

He's just put a bullet between Lucky's eyes. I was there!

He's my bridge to the criminal world, and he ensures that the traffic is one way.

He's no killer. Somebody's made a mistake.

He's probably having a night out while us mugs babysit these.

He's talking shit. Get to Brighton and finish the job.

He's watching our every move. Who's next, me?

Heading for the capital with little resistance.

Hello, Freddie.

Hello, it's me. It's me. Shut up and listen.

Hello, may I help you?

Hello, Slavo. Yeah, this is Duke.

Hello, young man. Thank you for coming at such short notice.

Hello. Ambulance, please.

Hello. Look who it is. Sit down. Do join us.

Help yourself.

Here you are. Payment.

Here, chill. Have a pill.

Here, couldn't make it five, could you...

Here, let me see if it's loaded.

Here, Morty, couldn't spare us a few quid, for old times' sake?

Here, wait, listen to this.

Hey, I love you, man.

Hey, point it upwards.

Hopefully, it'll be mayhem.

How did that other errand go?

How did you get this number?

How do you think these fuckers earn a living?

How is it with that **** accountant I put your way?

How much are we talking?

How much money there is to be made: not millions, fucking billions.

How you doing? What you doing here?

Hugo, follow me.

Hunt her down like some lost mongrel.

I believe you have some property that belongs to my employer,

I can and I do.

I can point you towards your boss's merchandise.

I could get the 13.10 home from here.

I did you a big fucking favour letting you know about Jimmy.

I didn't have any problem doing him.

I do his dirty work.

I don't believe this. Captain's gonna go fucking spare!

I don't care. This is my boat yard.

I don't give a fuck!

I don't know what you two are doing. We can talk about it tomorrow.

I don't know. I goofed out myself.

I don't need to know. It's none of my business.

I don't think anybody gives a fuck about spades shooting spades.

I don't want a bunce. I want him out of the way.

I don't want to add my name to that list.

I find it very relaxing. Good for meditation.

I fucking hope not. Are you trying to scare the shit out of me?

I fucking told you to do it!

I got word they were planning a push.

I hate guns. And violence.

I have to box clever with those college boys from Anti Corruption.

I hear you're doing business with my uncle, the Duke.

I hope you didn't feel too summoned. How are you?

I hope you don't tell the other guns you've got favourites.

I know him from somewhere. This could get messy.

I like to invite Jimmy. Some of my friends find him absurdly hilarious.

I mean, I fucking hate guns.

I need someone who's a bit cute, a smooth operator.

I own a share in a very successful letting agency.

I really think we should keep all of this to ourselves, right?

I reckon they've gone back to London.

I said do you want a line?

I saw it with my own eyes, man.

I set him up with that slippery accountant in the first place.

I should've told you this earlier.

I think I'm entitled. Simple. End of.

I think this is them now.

I think you owe me.

I thought he might put some volatile psychopath on the job.

I told you he was trouble. But he ain't gonna drag me down with him.

I told you, lah. I'm still thinking.

I usually kill for less. I want my cargo and the Duke.

I want him away for 1 2.

I want Jimmy brought here right now, yeah?

I want those pills and that fucking idiot out of here now.

I was just rubbing the phone against my fanny.

I wouldn't know where to begin.

I'll be there.

I'll be very, very unhappy if you don't sell 'em to me.

I'll give you a clue. Eddie Temple. Does that name mean anything to you?

I'll have some binoculars. I'll give you a little signal.

I'll keep an eye open. Must dash off. Get home. Wash and brush up.

I'll let you know as soon as I do. Again, I am sorry about Lucky.

I'll meet you at Greenwich Park Observatory.

I'll meet you at...

I'll see you at the yard tomorrow. Say, four.

I'll squeeze some orange juice and we'll talk about this like adults.

I'll treat tomorrow's lunch like a Last Supper, feign interest in his tales.

I'm a businessman whose commodity happens to be cocaine.

I'm all right, mate, yeah.

I'm beginning to feel left out.

I'm in the best of health, Mr Temple. Thank you for asking.

I'm Jimmy's old colleague, Eddie Temple.

I'm keeping those pills for myself, by way of compensation.

I'm not against it.

I'm not happy.

I'm sorry about that. I won't be around for a while.

I'm sorry, what?

I'm sorry.

I've also got a little business more in your usual line.

I've been thinking, after our chat the other day.

I've got Gene coming down with a buyer. You'll be in your whack.

I've got one for you. Plucked and ready for the pot.

I've got some samples. I'll stay in touch through Gene, OK?

I've known Jimmy Price for 45 years.

If he's got a kilo of class A, he's looking at double figures.

If he's lying, we'll both fucking kill him.

If I do not get my cargo back, you're a dead man.

If I find you trying to find her,

If I sold them to you, I'd have to disappoint him. And he is definitely not...

If this thing finishes here, now, today. Understand?

If we miss this tide, we're not going anywhere till daylight.

If you do it near me, I'll put you in a fucking wheelchair.

If you do, you'll wish this Dragan had shot you between the eyes, understand?

If you find Charlotte, he's got his hostage.

If you have us over, I swear by fucking almighty God, I'll call the fucking law.

If you seek peace, plan for war.

If you two can't make music, he's gonna want his whack out either way.

If you want any running about, I'm your man...

If you're gonna hang around in this game, that's where you've got to be.

In a drunken, drug induced stupor.

In fact, you're gonna be climbing the walls any minute, aren't you?

In his own backyard. It was this sly bastard.

In it for the glory, to be a face, to be a name.

In our case, that's Mr Jimmy Price. He's the top of the pyramid.

In the form of a nice, clean cheque for a round million.

In those days, we were headed up by this guy called Crazy Larry.

In unsolved homicide of Lawrence Gower aka Crazy Larry Flynn.

Iooking for revenge. Look at 'em.

Ioud, attention seeking wannabe gangsters,

Is lopping people's heads off then fetching them back to his boss.

Is that you, the flash runt who thinks he's retiring?

Is that you?

Is this for me?

Isn't she?

It ain't like your lot in the old days.

It ain't worth the grief. We've gone underground, off the radar.

It doesn't matter what I do. This lot are gonna come after you.

It doesn't matter. I've got work to do.

It doesn't work like that!

It gives me an honest income. Looks good on the self assessment.

It is only very, very stupid people who think the law is stupid.

It is vital that we work to a few golden rules.

It pays me to keep an eye on him.

It seems so. Your pills are in the back. Help yourself.

It was demonised by Daily Mail readers getting drunk in naff wine bars.

It would be in your interests

It's a bit unusual for you. What's going on?

It's all about honour and respect.

It's called sacrifice, son. Ask Gene. Ask Morty.

It's Conditions Red down there.

It's just that things have gone a little bit slightly turbo this end.

It's like being out with a pair of kids.

It's like selling anything:

It's no coincidence I met them at your tournament.

It's only a cheeky half mill, Jim.

It's only been three days. What's the fucking hurry?

It's up to you. You're the client.

Jimmy never liked Larry.

Jimmy thought he'd keep Charlotte hostage while you went to get his money.

Jimmy trusts him with his life.

Jimmy wants 50% netto.

Jimmy was skint, huh?

Jimmy, as usual on the lookout for titbits,

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Just because you pay a fiver a pop down the local cattle market,

Just like the old days, Shanks. A nice bit of armed robbery.

Keep a very low profile. Only deal with people who come recommended.

Keep Mr McGuire posted.

Kilburn Jerry.

Kinky overdosed. He always was a greedy fucker.

Kinky.

Kinky.

Knobheads. Helmets off.

Know and respect your enemy.

Larry made enemies very easy. Took liberties with too many straight lads.

Larry.

Last weekend, right?

Leave it to me, lads. I'll explain to lnspector Cox

Let me state my position.

Let's eat.

Let's have a cup of tea, Mr Hurst.

Let's have a little recce.

Life is so fucking good, I can taste it in my spit.

Like a blood brother. We were at school together.

Listen to me, Morty. I got a call from a cozzer we've got bent.

Listen, I just had a phone call from Gazza.

Listen, I've got one for you.

Listen, son. Let me explain something to you.

Listen. I know it's not your thing.

Listen. Listen to me.

Little Jimmy was so stupid, he thought he couldn't lose either way.

Long live the king.

Look at my nipples, standing up like little soldiers. What is a girl to do?

Look at that wrong 'un waving his money around. It ain't right.

Look, I'm gonna freshen these teas up. They're cold.

Look, there's Amsterdam, and there's Oofdorfe...dorfe.

Look...

Love a bit of cloak and dagger, this lot.

Lovely, isn't she? Isn't she a darling?

Man sells his soul to the devil. All ends in tears. These arrangements usually do.

Mass murder, ethnic cleansing. They're lunatics.

Mate, look, that parcel of pills has got to be worth five million easy.

Maybe he's grateful. He fucking should be.

Maybe someone made a better offer. Forget about it.

Maybe this Dragan geezer's already found the Duke and done the business.

Mechanics. They got a ringing coup going on.

Member of the Regional Crime Squad. Sit back, relax and enjoy.

Monday. No, Tuesday, probably.

Morty and his assistant Terry, they watch my back.

Morty did ten years because Freddie Hurst fell asleep?

Morty learnt caution the hard way. He did ten years inside.

Morty was still shut up in the van with the headless body of Kilburn Jerry.

Morty, out of some mad fucking sense of loyalty,

Morty! Morty!

Morty.

Mr Lucky does a drop of freelance work.

Mr Lucky.

Mr Mortimer reckons

Mr Price is in the Oval Room.

Mr Temple.

Mr Troop could find anyone on the planet in ten minutes flat.

Mr Troop made it for me.

My name? If you knew that, you'd be as clever as me.

My name...?

Nearly took my hand off. He's putting the money together now.

No fucking problem. Boys will be boys.

No harm in it, I suppose. Times change.

No head. But things went a bit wrong.

No wonder it took him 60 years to write it.

No, I didn't think you were.

No, I haven't. He's in here.

No, I'm fine, thank you.

No, I've already got a buyer.

No, mate. You knock yourself out.

No, no. The gun. The fucking gun was the same.

No, over by Greenwich market. So you can relax. It's just the two of us.

No, we got the parcel.

No. On the contrary. Take it as a compliment.

Not a fucking clue. None of them speak English.

Not a two a penny loud mouth. Too many grasses around.

Not for me.

Not round here, I hope.

Nothing personal, but I don't trust you.

Nothing. No, I was just lying in bed, wondering what to do.

Now and then we're asked to do something beyond the call of duty.

Now he's a right wheeler dealer.

Now they're my biggest clients.

Now your problem is how to get your ill gotten gains in.

Now, I explained that wasn't possible. We thought we'd bought a government.

Now, if Freddie dies, you're either in the dock with Morty

Now, listen. Don't do anything stupid, Gazza.

Now, this favour. It's not for me, truth be told. It's for a good friend of mine.

Now.

Of Jimmy and a cozzer called Albie Carter.

Of very high levels of MDMA, OK?

Oh, don't go getting Duke at it. Jimmy doesn't want him fucked about, OK?

Oh, don't start, the pair of you.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Oh, fucking hell.

Oh, leave it off, Sidney. He's driving me fucking mad.

Oh, right. Some nosy ex policeman, still on the Scotland Yard payroll?

Oh, very nice. I suppose this is the boyfriend?

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Oh, yeah. Driving a bright yellow Range Rover. Very subtle.

OK, Mr Temple. Three million. Done.

OK, we accept that.

OK.

OK. OK, I'm sorry. I was just saying...

OK. Yes, I will do. Bye bye.

One day, it will be you sitting here telling some young Turk the facts of life.

One million?

One moment, Mr Troop. I want to hear what this bastard has to say for himself.

One more thing, young man.

One recovered cartridge casing.

Open this fucking door!

Opera tonight. The Damnation of Faust.

Or me.

Or to give her her correct moniker, Charlie Spencer Temple.

Or you're in the witness box putting him away. Think about that.

Patience.

Patience. All good things come to those who wait.

Paul and the tide ain't gonna wait.

Paul the boatman was topped last night. I've got to get on my toes sharpish.

Paul the boatman.

Paul, you ain't being paid to moan. You're being paid to get my cargo home.

Paul's dead, Jimmy's dead. Duke and Slasher, fuck knows where they are.

Paulie would've told him anything, then, wouldn't he?

Pay him. In full, on time, without fail, no short counts.

Please, follow me, gentlemen.

Poor little Jimmy.

Probably.

Profits, shares, long term investments, short term investments.

Putting people together. I'll always thank Eddie for telling me that.

Quit while you're ahead.

Read it. Read it out loud.

Read the fucking ballistics report.

Really?

Reckons he can just waltz off into retirement.

Recreational Drugs plc. Giving people what they want.

Remember, it's a stroll in the park.

Right, expansive. Good answer.

Right, so, was Charlie here with Kinky?

Right.

Say hello from me next time you see him.

See you at Stoke Park at one.

See you tomorrow at dusk by the statue. Remember, I will be watching you.

Seems they sent our friend out for something to eat.

She didn't mean that. She's upset.

She got loved up in there with some fucking low life crackhead called Kinky.

She's a proper beauty, Charlie.

She's done a runner from a drug rehabilitation unit in the West Country.

She's hooked on the white powder and loves a wrong 'un.

She's off to Arizona for a course of intense treatment.

Should be a doddle. All the same, junkies and crackheads.

Shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up.

Shut up and listen. No more insults, no more games.

Shut up or I'll be the last.

Shut up, you soppy wanker.

Siddy, baby, I could do with a livener.

Sidney, Duke's nephew is working down by Greenwich Market. Go and look.

Sidney, I've told you, stop answering my phone, OK?

Sidney, it's been great. I'll see you, man. Thanks for the champagne.

Sidney, remember? Yellow Range Rover?

Sidney. Yes. Hello, mate. How are you? I'm just off. Have a nice night.

Sit down, lah. Let's not be too hasty. Me and him need to have a little think.

Sit down, mate. Got a little treat for you.

Six minutes to twelve.

Slasher.

So barring any fuck ups, I'm leaving it all behind.

So don't fuck things up again, OK?

So I'm sure you must have lots to discuss,

So if I gave you three million, that would keep everyone happy.

So the rest of the mind can find peace.

So what's the next move, boss?

So when does the target get here, then?

So where are the pills, genius?

So who shot Crazy Larry? A boyfriend?

So, if I'm correct, you three gearheads are gonna be clucking very soon.

So, until prohibition ends, make hay while the sun shines.

Someone who can eliminate the problem. Someone who's a bit handy.

Something I've long suspected.

Sorry, mate, what was that?

Sorry?

Sounds silly now, but it was my favourite.

St Martin's Hotel.

Stand by.

Started to make sense.

Stay put.

Stay there!

Stick to your fucking sums.

Stolen by your associate, the Duke.

Stop, Morty. Enough. He's had enough.

Success, as far as I could make out.

Taking the five grand? But she was still caning the rocks.

Tammy, why don't we meet up now? I'll book a table for lunch.

Tango Foxtrot, over.

Tell me what? Have you let him go?

Tell you about that bit of business. I've set up a meet for five with the Duke.

Ten K. Hardly seems worth the bother.

Terence.

Thank you.

Thanks, Trev.

Thanks.

That his suspect has scarpered 'cause of your blundering.

That prick Duke's made us look a bunch of fucking amateurs.

That was Gazza on the phone. It's on.

That way, we all come out with something.

That'll cost you either 28 grand or 15 years in prison,

That's a trifle dull, I thought. What do you think, girls?

That's business.

That's good news. That should cheer Gene up.

That's it, son. You do him. Bollocks!

That's not to say we don't weave that magic that makes two kilos into three,

That's where playing at being a gangster gets you.

That's why he set up the whole Amsterdam business with Duke.

That's why I did it.

That's your privilege. That's your business.

The amount of trouble you've caused the last few days.

The audacity. How fucking dare you?

The communists have broken through.

The Duke.

The first five minutes, nobody'll have a clue what's going on.

The guy Larry told to help him was Freddie Hurst.

The king is dead.

The light of his life. He worships the ground she walks on.

The lorries come in one colour, go out another.

The next morning, she's gone and Kinky's dead.

The odds, as you can see, are against you.

The one he stole from my flat.

The other chap's Albert Carter.

The other night, I hears this noise. I'm looking out there. It's dark.

The person moving those pills met a nasty end.

The pigs are everywhere. This was meant to be easy. No sweat.

The target? The target's gonna be here at exactly midday.

The total imbecile had fallen asleep at some traffic lights

The Tylers are bringing in shooters from Jamaica via Manchester.

The whole place is alight with a rumour

Then came the Summer of Love.

Then we'll have to trust each other, won't we? Sit down.

Then you've got currency fluctuations, police activity, adverse publicity.

There were villains locked away for 12 years for robbing a bank of 10 grand,

There.

There's a dead boy. The door's open.

Therefore, have a good reason to be affluent.

These are super Es. We'll make millions!

They already have. That's the problem, kidder.

They are guaranteed to bring you trouble.

They can't have it getting about that anybody has took liberties with them.

They don't mean to fuck up. They just do.

They found Jimmy's body last night.

They got someone in Immigration straightened out.

They kept arguing. She was saying, Do you think it's that easy

They skanked this outfit, a proper, nutty Serbian militia.

They threw the book at Morty.

They won't leave it to people like me when they figure out

They'd kill you like you'd take a piss.

They're didgy as fuck. They haven't moved from that lock up.

They're not.

They're too long in the tooth to rampage round the country,

They're trawling the West for investments.

They're wanted by the United fucking Nations. Think about that.

They've even made him an honorary citizen. Even made him one of the tribe.

They've got history.

They've got to split them into parcels. They've got to find these people.

This desperate posse can't call the law or an ambulance.

This Dragan geezer is phoning me. I am the target.

This gear is knock off, and the Serbs you nicked it from,

This is a bit of a dilemma.

This is Clarkie. Double first at Cambridge in Industrial Chemistry.

This is dodgy. That kid's talking about murder.

This is just so beautiful.

This is the end, Mr Duke, as I told you.

This looks like you, son. Smart part of town.

This monkey business is in your blood, under your skin.

This shit is out of control. You sort it out or I'll sort you out.

This thing ends here, tonight. You understand?

Time?

To baffle your opponents and cover your tracks.

To find that bitch Charlie.

To senior ranks only. Murder Squad investigation. James Lionel Price.

Today, I only deal in kilos.

Trevor's gonna go ballistic. Now, what the fuck do I tell him?

Troop.

Try Gene again. What a fucking show up!

Try Jimmy at home.

Tuesday? I'm paying over the odds, remember?

Turn over anyone who couldn't go to the law.

Until one day, you're up in the rarefied atmosphere,

Until one of them, Kilburn Jerry...

Using a word like expansive.

Very, very important: pay your supplier prompt.

Wait a minute. Is there a problem?

Wait. I got it. Whoever killed Crazy Larry must've killed Jimmy.

Wait. You're gonna leave it to us?

Was that the hard line communist insurgents

Washing machines, hand made shoes, blow jobs.

We all have to do our bit.

We are in shit. You lot have fucked up again.

We can do it the nice way, which I think you'll prefer.

We can't rely on these monkeys to call Gene.

We know someone up North who'll buy.

We must get back to work, old boy.

We need to get in and out of here sharpish.

We're dealing with him because he has 1 million Ecstasy pills

We're doing the number on these American birds.

We're gonna need an insurance policy.

We've got to find a buyer.

We've got to find the Duke, find these fucking pills.

We've gotta test the snap crackle and pop factor on these babies.

We've looked everywhere. There's no sign.

Welcome to the layer cake, son.

Well, fuck off, then.

Well, he's got to pay off his student loan somehow.

Well, I am beginning to regret it now.

Well, I don't know, Mr Price. That's a very expansive question.

Well, I'm going to bed.

Well, I'm honoured.

Well, Jimmy has been swimming in my slipstream all my fucking life.

Well, not you lot, but...

Well, on occasion. It has been known.

Well, there's only so much in those informer funds.

Well, you've got 48 hours to find a buyer or I'm sending 'em back, OK?

What a way to go. An iron burning a hole in your chest until your heart boils.

What about Gene? Does he suspect anything?

What about Gene? Does he suspect anything?

What about the blokes in red?

What do you want, son?

What is this? A vicar's tea party?

What the fuck are you on about?

What the fuck were you thinking?

What the fuck?

What the fuck's that, Shanks?

What was true then is true now.

What we didn't know, until it all ended in tears,

What?

What? About me working for the old firm? Listen. Gene...

What? Please tell me you're fucking joking.

What's happening? Been away? Yeah. Ten fucking years.

What's that?

What's the fucking idea of phoning me at home and leaving messages, you prick!

What's the matter?

When I was born, the world was a far simpler place.

Where did these monkeys get a million Es?

Where is my fucking prisoner?

Where is she now?

Where the fuck is Gene?

Where you been hiding, then, eh?

Where?

While you deliver the suspect lecture

Who control the country outside the mining areas...

Who has got the readies lying around to pay for a million Es?

Who thought he could take my five grand and fuck me over.

Who? Me?

Whoa! Slow down, kidder.

Why did you kill Larry?

Why does everybody assume there's a problem, just because he wants a word?

Why don't you tell the whole fucking room?

Why?

Will you just shut the fuck up?

With Jimmy gone, these pills will make a nice contribution to my retirement fund,

Word on the straat is they've unleashed their top boy. His name is...

Would you pack that in? I've got a fucking test next week.

Yeah, better than expected, actually.

Yeah, but we're gonna go that way again. Give us the map.

Yeah, everything's under control.

Yeah, it's all clear, Shanks.

Yeah, she was here for a couple of days. Kinky turned up with five grand.

Yeah, well stick around and have a drink before you do, yeah?

Yeah, well, he fucking has, ain't he?

Yeah, well, there is someone I can call. Keep looking.

Yeah, why are we dealing with this joker?

Yeah.

Yeah. Got shot, didn't he? Bit of a lunatic.

Years ago, people would've thought you were a homosexual,

Yes! Fucking! Please!

Yes.

You and Duke. That's his job.