Snatch Page #4

Don't be silly, Mickey.

Offer the man a proper drink.

You little bugger.

-Is the big fella not coming with us?

-He's minding the car.

-What does he think we are, thieves?

-No, nothing like that.

-He just likes looking after cars.

-Good dags. Do you like dags?

-Dags?

-What?

-Yeah, dags.

-Dags. You like dags?

Oh, dogs.

Sure, I like dags.

-I like caravans more.

-You're very welcome.

Pikeys are well-known for their

skills of negotiation in business.

It's probably why

they talk like that...

...so you can't follow

what's being said.

But if Tommy can get the caravan

for less than the price asked...

...on his return

there will be ice cream.

Good dog, good family.

He'll get a little homesick,

but he'll get over it.

See you later, lads. See you, boss.

All right, Mickey. Laters.

I don't see what the fuss is about.

They aren't bad fellas.

The deal was, you bought it

how you saw it.

Look, I've helped you as much

as I'm going to help you.

See that car? Use it.

You should f*** off now while

you still got the legs to carry you.

Nobody brings you...

...unless they're trying

to say something without talking.

Just give our money back

and you can keep your caravan.

Why do I want a caravan

that's got no wheels?

-You want to settle this with a fight?

-Over my dead body.

Now, go on! Go on!

I'll not have you fighting!

You know what happens when you fight!

Get her to sit down.

For f***'s sake!

Want the money?

I ain't f***ed you.

I'll fight you for it. You and me.

So that's the kind of fight

it'll be.

You want to stay down.

You want to stay down!

Get back down and f***ing stay down.

I promise you, you want to stay down.

Deadly kick for a fat f***er,

you know that?

Cheeky bastard.

-Okay, lads.

-Get him on his feet.

Get back down...

...or you will not be coming up

next time.

Bollocks to you.

This is sick. I'm out of here.

You're not going anywhere,

you thick lump.

You stay until the job's done.

It turned out that the sweet-talking,

tattoo-sporting pikey...

...was a gypsy bare-knuckle

boxing champion.

Which makes him harder

than a coffin nail.

Right now that's the last thing

on Tommy's mind.

If Gorgeous doesn't wake up

in the next few minutes...

...Tommy knows he'll be buried

with him.

Why would the gypsies

want to explain...

...why a man died in their campsite?

Not when they can bury the pair

of them and just move camp.

It's not like they got

social security numbers, is it?

Tommy, "The Tit"...

...is praying.

And if he isn't...

...he f***ing should be.

Bad Boy.

-Sol.

-Easy.

No, it's a moissanite.

A what?

A moissanite is an artificial

diamond, Lincoln.

It's Mickey Mouse.

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