1:10:12
Did you tell him yet?
1:10:15
- On you go.
- What?
1:10:17
Swanney's mate...
1:10:20
You know him - Mikey Forrester.
1:10:22
Aye.
1:10:25
He's come into some gear.
1:10:27
- A lot of gear.
- How much gear?
1:10:32
About two kilos.
1:10:35
So he tells me.
1:10:37
He got drunk in a pub
by the docks last week.
1:10:41
Met two Russian sailors.
1:10:43
They're fucking
carrying the stuff.
1:10:45
For sale
there and then, like.
1:10:47
He wakes up next morning,
1:10:50
realises what he's done,
gets very nervous.
1:10:53
He wants rid of this.
1:10:55
So?
1:10:56
So, he met me.
1:10:58
I offered to take it
at a reasonable price
1:11:02
so I could punt it on
to a guy in London.
1:11:06
We're just back
from Tommy's funeral
1:11:09
and you're discussing
a skag deal?
1:11:12
Aye.
1:11:16
What was your price?
1:11:18
- Four grand.
- You haven't got four grand.
1:11:21
We're 2,000 short.
1:11:23
Well, that's tough.
1:11:24
Mark, every cunt knows you've
been saving up down in London.
1:11:29
I don't have two grand.
1:11:31
You fucking do.
1:11:34
I've seen your bank statement.
1:11:37
For fuck's sake!
1:11:38
Two thousand,
1:11:40
one hundred
1:11:41
and thirty-three pound.
1:11:43
Two kilos.
What's that, ten years?
1:11:46
Mikey Forrester,
Russian sailors -
1:11:48
what the fuck are you on?
1:11:50
Spud, you've been to jail.
1:11:52
You want to go back?
1:11:54
I just want the money.
1:11:57
Keep your mouths shut
and no cunt goes to jail.