Outlaw Page #2
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- Year:
- 2007
- 103 min
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- Dunno. Not much. Might go boxing.
Hello, Intelligent Solutions.
Frank speaking.
Oi, Dekker.
I heard you just closed Bertle.
Sling me a bone. He's my pal.
It's my deal.
F***ing won't be.
I'll pull him out.
It's on you, Dekker. Watch your back.
See you later.
Elizabeth Emanuel wedding dress,
the one you liked.
in the Maldives, the one you liked.
How weird's that? This is the same place
where I had that dream the other night.
It says here I should order this now.
Unless we fancy driving into town
at the weekend.
Here, mate. Is that an M3?
F***ing hell. F*** this.
- What's wrong with you?
- Sorry.
- Listen, mate. I'm so sorry.
- What's the matter with you, c*nt?
Sort your f***ing driving out, you c*nt!
- State of him...
- Baby?
OK, OK, OK...
Morning.
Just in case.
Listen. What do we really know
about Manning?
Is he capable of getting to me?
- Ease up. What's the matter with you?
- Just call it professional curiosity.
I just need to know
about these people.
And if there's something you think...
What does it matter what I think?
I'm just a driver.
But if you have your suspicions,
shouldn't you tell someone?
Who? The police?!
Cedric?
You back, babe?
Put down the knife.
We just wanna talk to ya.
Tell your husband to back away
from the Manning case.
Tell him yourself, you coward!
No! No!
Get off me! Get off me!
- No! Get off me!
- Give me the f***ing knife!
Get off me!
I must point out the room has never
been used as an office by Manning.
But instead as a storage space
to house our client's extensive collection
numbering in excess to 1,400.
You getting in?
I've seen inside your room, sir.
Yeah? What did you see?
Would you like a cup of tea?
AK-47 s, Remingtons, Glocks, Sigs.
I'm guessing you were in the army.
You can't get that on the street
unless you're friendly with the Taliban.
I wanted to be in the army. They
wouldn't let me. Got a criminal record.
In the TA for a while.
Got kicked out of there.
Got a bit heavy with one of the NCOs.
F***ing Black thought he was Rambo.
Came unstuck with me, though.
Here, talking about Blacks, guess what's
happened to an old barrister of mine.
No?
Someone's only gone and stabbed his
pregnant missus in the stomach.
Killed their baby. How sick's that?
People like us...
We wouldn't stand for it, would we?
I'd kill them with my bare hands.
What did you do?
Didn't do nothing. He was my barrister
years ago. Something about football.
- No, I mean, what do you do?
Here?
Head of security. Good job. I like it.
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