:09:03
You see, when you work for me
you do things my way.
:09:06
There's no going behind my back.
There's no going out on your own.
:09:10
And there's no independent
fucking thinking.
:09:13
Fuck!
:09:15
Freddie.
:09:17
Because it irks me.
:09:18
I can't fucking see.
:09:24
Yeah. That's the word, "irks. "
:09:28
Anyway...
:09:30
...it appears we have a vacancy.
:09:35
You're in, son.
:09:37
Straight off he gives me £500.
:09:39
£500 in my hands! I mean, this is 1968.
:09:43
And do me a favor. Take out the rubbish.
:09:56
And get yourself kitted out.
:10:16
There we were, suited up.
Wasted on these fucking toe-rags.
:10:31
- Come here, you cunt!
- Come here, boy!
:10:37
Come here, cunt!
:10:53
No!
:10:56
- Give me till next Thursday, please.
- Thursday never fucking comes!