Free Fire

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Move your fat ass.

Shut the f*** up, Bernie. My f***ing

head is about to explode here.

That guy shouldn't messed you up.

Oh, I ever see him again,

he's dead.

Not so pretty now, huh,

pretty boy?

I look like I try to f*** a

reluctant panda bear.

Hell, you did worse than that.

I don't like f***ing talk about it.

Didn't happen. Okay?

- Where the f*** are they?

- It's okay, we have ten minutes here.

Oh Frank, stop giving up

like an old lady, will ya?

I just one everyone go home

happy from this deal.

Exactly, do you hear that, Frank?

F***ing hate the sh*t.

I'm gonna take as him.

The bag of charm has lost its charm.

Do you have word apparently?

Look at this f***ing mullian.

Man her a**hole brother's got his feet

so fine to the f***ing table.

The way you should do,

you should just tell him to leave.

I can't man,

since all part of the deal.

Man, I hate houseguests.

Yesterday he put my shoes

out on the porch and polished them.

I mean, what the f***

does that even mean?

- Oh, Jesus do you got any headache pills?

- I got smack.

Talking about a f***ing sledgehammer

to crack a nut.

There you go.

Where your lady's at?

- I haven't been home yet.

- Alright.

- She is pregnant.

- Oh, sh*t. Again?

Considering how much you hate her,

you sure seem to f*** her a lot.

Where are we going?

So what's the deal with you and Frank?

It's Frank's job

to make sure no one gets in my way.

And it's my job to make sure that Frank,

doesn't get in his own way.

- Hey, Saint Francis, what's going on?

- Get over here.

Where the f*** have you been?

My sister worried a second about you.

Don't worry about it. When she's

pregnant, she's to call a cop.

- Geez.

- What happened to your eye?

Listen son, don't you show me off.

I'm trying to help you here,

giving opportunity, bring you in.

- Why you polished my shoes?

- What?

I got work gloves.

Come here, Justine...

You're not FBI?

Are you?

- I'm IIFM.

- What?

In it for Myself.

- Alright?

- F***.

- F***ing sort it right.

- Jesus, Frank.

F***ing pull off man.

Get over here.

Straight up, you look like a

f***ing hunchback in Notterdam.

- F***.

- Beautiful balls.

- I introduce yourself to the lady.

- Sure. Stevo.

- Justine.

- Nice to meet you.

Charlie's missing an angel tonight huh?

My God.

Beautiful...

Great.

So Stevo,

where did you get that vehicle?

Oh the vehicle, that's cool.

I did exactly what I was told.

That's a first day.

Hey Justine, need some of that brown stuff

you girls like to try all over your face.

- What do you mean like powder?

- Yeah, yeah.

I feel a little

conspicuous with the black eye.

Yes, Stevo,

I'll do it for you.

- I'll help you out here. Oh whose that..?

- Hey, careful, careful, Chris.

- It's bruised.

- I'll do it, it's fine.

I will f***ing do it.

So where's your guy then?

We didn't come 3000 miles for the view.

Here he is.

I'll handle it.

Whoa, whoa..

Slow down, now sweetheart.

Christopher?

- So, What do you think?

- She'll give him the...

- Tell me like it's jumper.

- Thousand Apologies.

I hate it when people are tardy.

This is Ord.

It's good to meet you boys.

Thanks for coming out.

Maybe later.

You didn't masturbate before

you got here, did you?

What?

Told you, I don't work with anybody

who's carrying a loaded weapon.

So if you need time

to find yourself a dark corner..

I'm just saying relax.

It's all good.

If you wouldn't mind, as we agreed upon,

I'll check for wires.

Got a gun.

Good. Soon, you guys

will have even more.

Come on, big guy.

Uh-huh.

You know where I am from boy,

we would be half way up there by now.

Would you hold your makeup

there for me? Thank you.

- Alright there, Smokey.

- You smell good.

Thank you.

That's your mother.

Ok, no wires, if no one listen again,

because we're all friends.

The fag and the retards are

an interesting choice of muscle,

to bring to the party.

- Look there.

- Aw.

You know what, f*** this small talk.

Let's buy some guns eh?

Alright, step into my office.

- What the f*** are you doing?

- I'm leaving a trail of breadcrumbs.

So what Justine tell

you about this people?

Why don't we hear from you, fella?

Yeah, I appreciate that

you're a serious guy,

I mean 'F*** Britain' and in all that.

But you're on a different level now..

The guy who represents

this merchandise,

his lounge's bigger than

your whole f***ing country.

As big as your f***ing mouth.

Tell me Frank, is it true, you people

live in houses with mudfloors?

I'm just saying. You know my ancestors

probably ate raw Indians and f***ed goats.

Nah. Don't thing they

were that advanced.

- Oh, God Damn it.

- Watch yourself there.

- Look at this sh*t.

- It's a real f***ing palace.

Hey, beggars can't be

choosers, Cinderella.

I wonder what kind of factory it was.

What ever it made,

nobody wants it now!

It's cold.

Think this is cold sweetheart?

You should try Hollywood in February.

Freeze the tits of a bra switch.

So f***ing dirty.

Who turned the lights on?

Only thing a girl needs to stay warm

in Los Angeles is a flexible outlook.

I'm not talking about your Hollywood.

I'm talking about the real Hollywood.

Hollywood, County Down, Northern Ireland.

You guys got a Hollywood

too? That's great.

Carry that sh*t there..

That's what I like about this business.

You could be financially rewarding and you

can still learn something new every day.

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