:33:04
Is traynor about?
:33:21
- Jesus!
- Oh, sorry, john. Just a quick question.
:33:25
You're not aiming to start a gang war,
are you, between the cahills and hutch?
:33:29
- Jesus. She's famous.
- Shut up, you.
:33:32
I have a feeling you've been feeding me
a line of shite about the monk.
:33:36
What are you talking about?
:33:38
Get the south and north side gangs to kill
each other so someone else can take over.
:33:42
You're talking out of your arse.
Get outta here. Unless you wanna join in.
:33:46
You told me you were there, john.
:33:49
- I've done you a lot of favours.
- I'm the one doing the favours.
:33:53
I've done you the favours! Don't forget that.
:33:57
I tell you what i know.
I don't tell you what to do with it.
:34:01
You come in here calling me a fucking liar!
:34:04
That's a bit of an overreaction there, john.
:34:15
- Why don't you come and have a pint?
- Too many journalists for me.
:34:20
You can't join a club
if you ignore the members, veronica.
:34:23
I know what they say about me:
No journalistic experience,
:34:26
i'm exaggerating the drug problem,
my sources are unreliable, i can't spell.
:34:30
- Pretty accurate.
- I know i'm no great writer.
:34:34
Well, i think you're a poet, veronica.
:34:41
Go on. Go on, cantona!
:34:45
That's poetry.
:34:47
- What's the score?
- Nothing-nothing.
:34:50
Cantona's a fucking vacuum cleaner today,
man. It's unreal.
:34:56
He's what you call a striker.
Number seven. Watch him.