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, fuck off.

But I've got a license.

So have I.

So fuck 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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