Stand Off

[Thunder crashing]

[Lights buzzing]

[Music playing]

WOMAN:

Joe, get back here!

- You cut me, Tracey! Stop!

- You're not leaving me!

- Joe, stop!

- Help! Taxi!

- Help!

- Joe, I love you!

Joe! Joe!

No! Help me!

Joe, stop!

- Drive! She stabbed me!

- Come back!

- Go! Drive!

- Aah! My dad will kill you!

[Yells]

Ow.

# There was an old woman #

# And she lived in the woods #

# Ah, weile, weile, waile #

# There was an old woman #

# And she lived in the woods #

# Down by the River Saile #

# She had a baby

three months old #

# Ah, weile, weile, waile #

- # She had a baby three months old #

- Get in. Get in there, now.

# Down by the River Saile #

# She had a penknife,

long and sharp #

# Ah, weile, weile, waile #

# She had a penknife,

long and sharp #

# Down by the River Saile #

Hey, Da.

Morning, lads.

VENDOR:

Ripe pears, 50p a pound.

# She stuck the penknife

in the baby's eye #

# Ah, weile, weile, waile #

# She stuck the penknife

in the baby's eye #

- # Down by the River Saile... #

- Hey, Sophie.

Good morning, Joe.

How are you?

I'm all right. Nice day.

# Weile, waile #

# There were three loud knocks #

# Came knocking on the door #

# Down by the River Saile #

# And are you

the woman who... #

BUSKER:

# I got love, love #

# I got love, love, love #

# Here's a man with money #

Hey, f*ck off.

But I've got a license.

So have I.

So f*ck off right now.

Here you are.

Oh, lovely.

Did you feed the dog?

Got rid of that idiot, didn't I?

Who?

The busker.

Showed him this.

DORIS:

Oh, my God. It's all gold?

Used to belong

to some Arab in Iraq.

- Do you want to feel it?

- Aye.

Not the gun.

The big lad.

That just shoots blanks.

[Chuckles]

Why'd you have

to go and say that?

Sorry, M.D.

When are you gonna give over

about having babies?

I don't give a shite

what the doctors say.

There's nothing wrong with me.

What are yous looking at?

Come on. Get up.

I'm sorry.

HATCHET:
Place your bets.

- SOX:
Come on.

- Relax.

HATCHET:
No more bets.

SOX:
Look, you've lost again.

Now can we go?

Annie has to get to work, Jimbo.

- JIMBO:
Yeah, yeah. Just one more bet.

- [ Buzzer sounds ]

That's the boss.

HATCHET:
Place your bets.

All right, Chopper?

Uh, Jimbo, there's Mad Dog.

Come on. Let it go.

- 5, 100, black.

- No more bets.

House pays red.

Can I have another 50?

How much is he down now?

- 400.

- 400.

All right, make it an even 5.

Five's not even.

What did you say?

Place your bets.

- Red, 100.

- No more bets.

- Red wins.

- Yes.

Yes. Didn't I tell you?

[Winces]

How much do you still owe me?

HATCHET:
There's, uh, 500

he borrowed at Christmas.

Borrowed another 3,

interest on that.

at the beginning of the month.

- What?

- Comes to 4,900.

How does it come to 4...

Money's expensive these days.

Here.

That'll make it

Is that even, smartarse?

And I want all of that

Monday morning.

Now get out of here.

SOX:
Come on, Jimbo.

Move it.

HATCHET:
Place your bets.

SOX:
What are you gonna do?

JIMBO:
I don't know.

[Overlapping chatter]

[Speaker playing music]

Thank you very much, sir.

Thank you.

Come again.

[Clears throat]

Where's the boss man,

Peter, then?

Who... What?

The boss man, Peter.

Peter. Oh.

He's not here.

He's on vacation.

Vacation?

What the hell is that?

You're a Yank, aren't you?

I'm his cousin,

and, uh, he's overseas right now.

He's doing some charity work.

- Ah, God bless him.

- So I...

We have a nice, big,

comfortable couch,

lovely. You'd sink into it up

to your oxters.

We'll leave it here,

give you a good price.

Excuse me?

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