Snatch Page #3

as he is a f***ing monkey.

He thinks it's good for business.

And in the diamond business...

-...it is good for business.

-Avi!

He'll be there today.

Take care of him.

Avi, you know I won't buy schtrops.

He isn't selling schtrops.

Make it smaller.

Who do you take me for?

This is England.

We play by the rules.

Listen to me.

If the stones are kosher,

then I'll buy them, won't I?

Now, if you'll excuse me,

it's my lunchtime. Bye.

What are you doing here?

It's a free country, isn't it?

Well, it ain't a free shop, is it?

So f*** off.

I want to see you two girls

up in my office.

I had cousin Avi on the phone.

-You got to go see him.

-Yeah, Dad. You told us.

-He's a big mucker in new York.

-Yeah, Dad. You told us.

I want to see you girls

up in my office.

Yeah, Dad. You told us.

The weight is sign of reliability.

I always go for reliability.

I'll take it.

How much do you want for it?

Nothing.

Okay, so what do you want for it?

I want you to do something for me.

There is a fight in couple of days.

What kind of a fight?

Unlicensed boxing.

There is a bookies I know

that will take bets.

If you place one down for me...

...we will call it quits.

-Why don't you put it down yourself?

-Well...

...there is not too many bookies

that takes those kind of bets.

And I already have an outstanding

debt with the house.

I know something most don't.

So, nu?

What do you know?

It's a campsite. A pikey campsite.

-Ten points.

-What are we doing here?

-We're buying a caravan.

-Off a pack of f***ing pikeys?

What's wrong with you?

This will get messy.

Not if you're here.

Oh, you bastard.

I f***ing hate pikeys.

That's a flash car, mister.

Not as flash as your bike.

Who are you looking for?

Mr. O'Neil.

-Want me to get him?

-That's a good lad.

Piss off.

-Are you going to go get him for me?

-Yeah.

-What are you waiting for?

-The five quid you'll pay me.

F*** off, I'll find him meself.

-Two fifty.

-You can have a quid.

You're a real tight f***er.

There was a problem with gypsies.

What're you doing?

Get out of the way, man.

You can't understand

what's being said.

You Tommy? Come about the caravan?

-Mr. O'Neil.

-F***, man. Call me Mickey.

Not Irish, not English.

-How are you?

-Weather's been kind.

It's just Pikey.

Would you look at the size of him?

How big are you?

-Kids, how big is he?

-Big, for sure.

Hey, Mam, come and look at the size

of this fella.

Bet you box a little, can't you, sir?

You look like a boxer.

Get out of the way.

See if they'd like a drink.

I could murder one.

Be no murdering done around here,

I don't mind telling you.

Get your hands out of there.

Cup of tea for the big fella?

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