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for me, for now.

Move your right and take your

f***ing left hand up and over.

Aw, f*** me.

Not you again, mate.

I'll keep coming back

until you get me

a knife.

Keep your

right hand up.

I keep telling ya.

You're getting

caught with your

left up.

No, that's not him.

Yeah, please.

That's quite important.

Want me to widen

the area for questioning?

Great, yeah.

Great idea.

The gun was a

A SIG or a Glock?

I'll go on

to forensics now.

No?

I don't f***ing know.

I don't know!

I wanna know

the name

of every punk

that you sold

a 9 mil semi-automatic

pistol to in the last

few months.

He's got his back

turned every time.

He knows where

the cameras are.

Don't make me

come back

and give me

the same

f***ing silly

answers, all right?

I'll ring

you when I've

got something.

I want the name, address

and f***ing postal code.

Sarge, come have

a look at this?

We've got no

footage of the killing

of the second officer.

There must be more.

Keep looking.

Sir.

You know what I want...

so spill.

Well, I need paying first.

What do you have in mind?

Serious.

Serious money.

Serious money?

Mmm-hmm.

What, like the time

of benefit?

Yeah.

Bony f***er, aren't ya?

You don't have the brains

of a chicken, do you?

I doubt you have any real

Irish blood in you, Radnor.

Me, I'm a wild streak

and a Celt.

Makes me unpredictable.

Them Irish. Did you know

they invented kneecap?

It's a nasty business.

They fix you up

as best they can...

but you'll

always have a limp.

How does that sound?

Radnor the gimp.

How does that go down

in your retirement package?

A brandy here, Paul.

And a large scotch.

Here's what we'll do.

We'll have a nice stiff drink.

Ought to fire us off.

Well, go on, Rad.

Pay the man.

Well, l-- I don't

drink brandy.

Yeah, keep

the change.

Okay, tell me.

There's this bloke

at the Peacock Gym.

He set fire

to a police dog.

YouTubed it.

Somebody asked him

why he did it. He said...

"Practice."

Well, that's it?

Seriously, he's a nutter.

F***, if we pulled in

every wanker who said that...

we'd be up to our

arse in suspects.

What's his name?

Well, I don't--

I don't-- I don't know.

But I'm meeting a guy

later who's gonna

get it for me.

Don't bother.

I'll go to the gym.

Ask the manager.

But you see, l--

Don't I get something?

I left you the rest of my

crisps, you greedy bugger.

What more do you want?

For f***'s sake.

Are you f***ing me?

Can I have

my change back, please?

F***, I can't walk.

Are you as black

as you're painted?

Disturbing you,

am l?

No, I was just

in the middle

of eating.

Go ahead.

That's your Tex Mex, isn't it?

Christ, what is that?

Hare Krishna food?

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