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We've hit the big time here.

Well, what's wrong?

Where's the famous Archy smile?

You gotta watch yourself with this lot.

I mean, times are changing.

- They ain't no respecters of the old school.

- Oh, bollocks.

There's no school like the old school,

and I'm the f***ing headmaster.

That's why he come to me.

Got it?

Yeah, got it.

You think you should have lent him

your lucky picture?

It makes the peasant feel royal.

Don't spoil it,

we need him at the moment.

I want that consent.

Call the accountant

and get her to clear the money.

If Uri's gonna turn over seven large ones

to grease Lenny's contacts...

...he's gonna need it in cash.

And for that,

he needs his personal accountant.

Meet the very gifted

and the financially creative Stella.

You know why you get deals?

Because those sad, fat, old men like it

when you swear at them.

They shake like cocktails

and sweat like Semtex...

...when you raise that posh, little voice.

You, my love, are a rare commodity.

Now, come on, give your Bertie a smile.

I don't feel like smiling.

I'm a 30-year-old accountant

married to a homosexual lawyer.

I'm a beard without kids, Bertie.

For a marriage of convenience,

this can be quite inconvenient.

Stella, we need to talk.

Yes, she's right here.

It's Omovich.

You sure he isn't gay?

But what the Russian doesn't know...

...is that his accountant

has got bored of the safe life...

...and is looking for excitement

in all the wrong places.

Welcome to the Speeler.

This hot little house of crime is home

to a particularly nefarious group...

...of individuals known locally

as the Wild Bunch.

There's no way you're gonna get a five,

understand, Bob?

- They've got nothing on you, son.

- What are you talking about?

Fred, they've got a grass.

They've got an informer.

Got a rat with a roach smoking a canary.

Got more information than the Internet.

All right, ladies.

Cookie, how you doing, son?

Cookie, do you want in?

I did promise the twins

I'd take them fishing, but f*** it.

- Throw us in for a quick spin.

- Hey, Mumbles, can I have a word?

No.

Mumbles, I'll make it worth your while.

Coming, dear.

But in the world of crime,

there's always coincidence.

And the very men she needs

to fuel her thrills...

...are the very men

that owe Lenny two large ones.

What's happening?

You know that lady, the posh pup?

The one that likes a bit of the rough life?

The little dangerous accountant.

You haven't heard from her in a little while.

- I know.

- Well?

Well, she's offered us

a bit of work, right?

But, I mean, like, proper work.

Now, normally, I would just turn her down,

but considering our current situation...

Let's have a meet.

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