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We've only got a gallon and a half.

Better not waste it, eh?

Well, next time.

The foreign secretary...

Hold up, pal,

you'll do yourself a mischief.

This takes me back.

Your old man was a barber,

wasn't he, Rosie?

No.

- No, he wasn't.

- Shut your hole, Moody.

- No soap on the gentleman's collar.

- Sorry, sir, it was an accident.

Hair today and gone tomorrow.

I said shut your bloody hole!

He's a right nut, he is. Isn't he?

Now, I want you to mention

what's happened here to your owner.

Tell him I'll be in touch.

In the Mississippi Delta,

an area of nearly 13,900 square miles...

Trend-setting, sir, or what?

I can rely on him.

I can't say more than that, can I?

Thanks, Harry.

Fourteen thousand quid we offered.

I call that equitable.

Three grand a week that boy's grossing,

or I'm a communist.

- What's this about?

- Gordon, what we got in that file?

Joey Maddocks, Licensed Betting Office,

469 Fulham Road, acquisition of.

Plus our letters, sir.

Now, what's all this about

Joey Maddocks?

- You steaming into that slag?

- Of course not.

He's been invited to join...

...our associated group of companies,

my son:

All he needs, Harry, is a little nudge.

I'll nudge him for you,

don't you worry about that, pal.

We've been courteous.

Courteous and generous.

He's an old friend of Chas'.

Good pals, they was.

Like that since they was kids.

Game boy, eh, Chas?

And a blinding left hand.

Bastard. Soon as he come

into the poxy business, he...

- Now, now, calm down, Chas.

- Come on, Harry. You know I'm...

He's a lying slag, he's a grass,

and you know it.

Come on, son,

Water under the bridge, that is.

- You know what I mean, Harry.

- All right, all right.

Well, tomorrow he learns...

...what's true and what's not.

Like small businesses

in this day and age...

...he's against nature.

- Lovely, Harry, I'll learn him.

No. Rosie's gonna handle

this part of nonsense.

I want that shop redecorated

tomorrow night.

- Get the Brown boys, they like a laugh.

- Mad Cyril?

- Why not?

- What?

- Pop in, pop out.

- Absolutely.

You know what I mean? Be...

- Placatory.

- Of course.

- Hold on, Harry.

- I like that, Gordon. Turn that up.

- You want him to stay on and manage...?

- Of course we do.

His name stays over the door

if he wants.

- Right under ours.

- Let me see to the ponce, Harry.

I'll decorate him and his shop.

Don't you ever listen to a word I say?

Keep personal relations out of business.

- Excuse me, but...

- Out!

But your relations with Joey

was double-personal.

Right?

Right then.

And what's my other thing I say?

My motto?

At the death, who is left

holding the sodding baby?

No, go on, what else?

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