:23:02
l want him to get used
to the shop, don't l?
:23:07
Stop the dog!
:23:08
Come back!
:23:10
All right, Boris?
:23:12
-Don't worry about the dog.
-l'm not.
:23:16
What can l do for you?
:23:19
l have a job for you.
:23:20
l already have a job.
:23:23
Fifty grand for half a day's work.
:23:27
Go on.
:23:28
l want you to hold up a bookies.
:23:36
From Russia with love, eh?
:23:38
l have stones to sell...
:23:41
...fat to chew and many men
to see about many ducks...
:23:44
...so if l am not rushing you....
:23:46
Slow down, Franky, my son.
When in Rome.
:23:50
l am not in Rome, Doug.
:23:53
l am in a rush.
:23:55
l got to make the bookies.
:23:57
Bookies?
:23:59
-What are you betting on?
-Bomber Harris.
:24:03
The unlicensed boxer?
:24:07
Do you know something that l don't?
:24:09
Bubbe, l probably know
a lot you don't.
:24:15
He's bad to the bone,
ain't you, Tyrone?
:24:18
Of course l am.
:24:19
Tyrone'll drive for us. He's
done a rally driving course.
:24:23
Of course l have.
:24:27
l don't want that dog
dribbling on my seats.
:24:30
Your seats?
:24:31
Tyrone, this is a stolen car, mate.
:24:34
While l'm at the wheel, it's my car...
:24:36
...so stop that dog dribbling
on my seats. All right?
:24:40
l can't believe you found it.
Where'd it go?
:24:43
lt went back to the gyppos.
:24:45
Shut up.
And how could it find them?
:24:48
Well, l don't know.
l'm not a dog, Sol.
:24:52
Ask him.
:24:54
lt's like he's
a fucking homing beacon.
:24:57
Steady on the brakes.