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Do you like wee lassies, Ray?
Are you into baldy fanny?
Borderline, is it?
40 sheets at 5/1. Come on. 5/1?
Ah, no, maybe you're right.
You're right enough, man.
You have got
absolutely no bottle, Ray.
That is exactly why the Lennoxes of this
world will never oust the Robertsons.
I kid you not, my sweet, sweet friend.
Come on!
- Right then, what's the script?
- The Beast routine.
- It's a bit full-on, Robbo, no?
It's the only language these
schemies understand, OK? Come here.
I want you to show this bastard who the
hardest firm in this city really is, OK?
like the Edinburgh polis.
- Go.
- Right.
Wait two seconds. He'll be firing into
her and we'll catch the stoat in action.
- Another toot for good luck?
- I'm on duty.
Aye.
For God's sake, I'm coming!
- Who the f*** are you two?
- Jehovah's f***ing Witnesses.
Keep your f***ing mouth shut.
You hear me?
You speak when you're
f***ing spoken to. You get it?
- I said, do you f***ing get it?
- Aye, aye, aye!
- Get the f*** out!
- Oh, a lady.
How old are you then, madam?
My father's a very well
respected lawyer, you know.
What does that make me then?
Very good. How old are we?
- Sixteen.
- ID?
No, you don't.
Please note, female is below
the legal age of consent.
Stephanie Donaldson.
No relation to Conrad Donaldson QC
by any chance, are we?
Bingo.
Imagine what your daddy would say.
Please don't say anything.
What's it worth, Stephanie? A gam?
Can you imagine what his
posh pals would say
if they found out that his wee princess
was riding all the low-life scum
he gets paid fortunes for
to keep out the nick?
Do you want to do that to him?
F***ing hell! Jesus Christ!
Who taught you that technique?
A f***ing cheesegrater?
I've got a good mind to tell your daddy now
anyway after that poor excuse of an attempt.
Please, don't.
That's not f***ing fair!
- She told me she was 18.
- Oh, dearie, dearie me.
It's not the best time to be inside
for riding kids, is it?
I make you right. Still, he's
only gonna do six months.
- Ah, posh fanny, though.
- Fair enough. Two years then.
Problem is, if some law-abiding
officers were to tell a strict
- Freemason screw like Ronnie McArthur...
- Ronnie McArthur.
That the girl in
question was 11 or 10...
Or even eight.
- Hey, come on, now, boys, eh?
Then the poor c*nt's life
wouldn't be worth living, would it?
Straight to the Beast's
wing in Saughton nick.
Aye, but hang on a minute.
Suppose this stoat-the-baw
had certain information
that could help the
law-abiding officers.
- With a murder enquiry.
- Ah, f*** sake.
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