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I'm here, right?

No, you're fine.

Why don't I come

and help you instead?

Turn around.

Goodbye, ladies,

see you tonight!

- Shirley Bunion, isn't it?

- F*** off.

Oh, my mistake.

I thought we went to school together.

Forget about it, mate.

I've missed you.

Yeah, I've missed you, too.

- So how long's this going to take?

- Oh, five minutes, tops.

Just gonna go in around the back.

I'll be back before you know it.

Why aren't you going

in the front door?

Keep the engine running.

You told me this wasn't a job.

You just can't keep

away from me.

You gonna do more magic on me?

If you like.

Be careful.

If I wasn't so innocent,

I'd say you were hitting on me.

- What brings you here?

- What brings you here?

You.

Look,

you may think you like me,

but I'm a whole world of trouble.

Really?

But if it makes you happy, I'll

take your number and maybe call you.

It's too noisy.

What do you want me to say?

I can't find my keys.

What do you mean, you

can't find the keys?

I can't find my keys.

Well, think, where was

the last place you had them?

- Uh...

- Come on, think.

They're in the safe, you plum.

My pleasure.

We gotta go! Come on!

Lucky!

- I hope to see you again.

- Yeah.

Lucky! Come on!

Let's go.

Can you drive faster?

- Just admit this was a job.

- All right, all right! It was a job!

Closer, closer.

Come on, come on, come on, closer.

What are you doing?

This thing's handling

like a bloody blancmange.

Have you got

your foot right down?

- Yes, I've got my foot right down.

- What, right down?

- Right down!

- This is ridiculous.

I gave you money to get a proper

motor, not this piece of sh*t.

There they are.

I'll lose him through here.

He's going on the

race ground, follow him.

- Let me out.

- What?

I have the cash.

They'll follow me.

- No.

- I'll lose them in the old sewers.

Kirby!

No, no. Leave him.

We follow the money.

Kirby, it's me, again.

Let me know you're okay.

About bloody time.

Don't even ty that sh*t with me.

Where's the money?

Not until I know he's okay.

Your mate's hanging in there.

Now where's the money?

It's not here. You can search the

place if you don't believe me.

Where's the money?

Where's Kirby?

Shall we call him?

F***!

Out.

Well, about time.

I thought you went for a

romantic dinner, or he shot you.

What? This runt?

He couldn't even pick up a gun,

let alone use it.

If you want a romantic dinner,

you're going about it the wrong way.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What have I told you

about them anger issues?

- Count to ten.

- Exactly. Count to ten.

And then if you still want to

smash his skull in, you can.

- One, two, three, four, five, six...

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