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My name is Turkish.
Funny name for an Englishman,
I know.
My parents were on the same plane
when it crashed. That's how they met.
They named me after the plane.
Not many people are
named after a plane crash.
That's Tommy.
He tells people
he was named after a gun.
But I know he was really named after
a famous 19th-century ballet dancer.
Known him for as long as I can
remember. He's my partner.
Doesn't mean we hold hands
or take walks.
It means I try to keep him out of
as much trouble as he inflicts on me.
I give him a hard time.
Keeps him in check.
But really, he's like my brother.
What do I know about diamonds?
I'm a boxing promoter.
I was a happy boxing promoter
until a week ago, and then:
What do I know about diamonds?
Don't they come from Antwerp?
— Himy, would you listen to this?
— Do we have a choice?
It wasn't meant to be taken
literally.
It's a nice story, Adam and Eve.
It's bound with moral fibre…
…but asking a grown man
to believe it?
What is it?
Well, what is it?
What you want I should do,
drop my pants?
Okay, go through.
It's a nice story.
It's just that. Just a story.
Catholic religion is based
on a mistranslation.
Enough already.
Ruben, say something.
Listen. Are you busy?
I'll tell you the whole story.
The Septuagint scholars mistranslated
the Hebrew word for “young woman”…
…into the Greek word for “virgin.”
It was an easy mistake to make…
…because there was only a subtle
difference in the spelling.
So, they came up with a prophecy:
“Behold, the virgin shall conceive
and bear us a son.”
You understand? It was “virgin”
that caught people's attention.
It's not every day a virgin conceives
and bears a son.
But leave that for a couple
of hundred years to stew…
…and next thing you know you have
the Holy Catholic Church.
Oy vay, what are you saying?
I'm saying, just because
it's written…
… doesn't make it so.
Gives them hope. It's not important
whether it's fact or fiction.
— People like to believe.
— I don't want to hear any more.
Anyway, who is it that we're seeing?
— Michael.
— Hello ?
Mutti.
Rudy! Rud, Rud, let them in, please.
Rud, it's okay, let them through.
— Michael.
— Mutti.
You kept us waiting for half an hour.
Are you trying to give me heartburn?
Lie down on the floor.
Get on the floor!
Lie on the floor!
Get on the fucking floor!
— Get down!
— Get fucking down!
Down on the floor! Get down!
On the ground!
Get down, I say!
— Time.
— Seven minutes!
Where is the stone?
Where is the stone?
Where is the stone?
Michael, where is the stone?
When does your plane leave?
Twenty minutes.
Give me your gun.
When you get to London…
…if you want a gun…
…call this number.
— Boris.
— Boris.
He can get you anything you need.
Is he allowed to do that?
It's an unlicensed boxing match.
It's not a tickling competition.
These lads are out
to hurt each other.
What's with those sausages,
Charlie?
Two minutes, Turkish.
Look at it. How am I supposed
to run this thing from that?
We'll need a proper office.
I want a new one.
You're going to buy it for me.
Why me?
Well, you know about caravans.
How's that?
You spent a summer in one.
Which means you know more than me.
And I don't wanna have me pants
pulled down over the price.
What's wrong with this one?
Oh, nothing, Tommy.
It's tiptop.
I'm just not sure about the colour.
It's all arranged.
You just got to pick it up.
Here's an address.
It's a campsite.
You've got 10 grand, and
it would be nice to see change.
— What's happening with the sausages?
— Five minutes.
It was two minutes five minutes ago.
They ain't pikeys, are they?
I fucking hate pikeys.
You're a sensitive boy, Tommy.
Fuck me. Hold tight.
— What's that?
— It's me belt.
No, Tommy. There's a gun
in your trousers.
— What's a gun doing in your trousers?
— It's for protection.
Protection from what?
“Zee” Germans?
What's to stop it blowing your
bollocks off when you sit?
— Where did you get it?
— Boris The Blade.
You mean Boris the sneaky
fucking Russian.
Heavy, isn't it?
Heavy is good.
Heavy is reliable.
If it doesn't work,
you can always hit him with it.
Boris The Blade,
or Boris The Bullet-Dodger.
Bent as the Soviet sickle and
hard as the hammer that crosses it.
Apparently, it's just impossible
to kill the bastard.
Back to my partner, Tommy.
Tommy runs the other business…
…the slot machines…
…which keeps rain off our heads
and gloves on Gorgeous' hands.
However, Tommy's a little preoccupied
with protection at present.
All right, I'll take it.
There's a reason for Tommy's
newfound enthusiasm for firearms.
Sooner or later, in unlicensed boxing,
you have to deal with that reason:
Brick Top.
If that's not worth a bet,
I don't know what is.
— He doesn't look bad, does he?
— No, he looks great.
He'll do you proud.
You reckon that's what people should
do for me, Gary? Do me proud?
It's what you deserve.
Pull your tongue out of my arsehole.
Dogs do that.
You're not a dog, are you?
No. No, I'm not.
However…
…you do have all the characteristics
of a dog, Gary.
All except loyalty.
It's rumoured that his favourite means
of dispatch involves a stun gun…
…a plastic bag, a roll of tape
and a pack of hungry pigs.
You're a ruthless little cunt, Liam.
I'll give you that.
But I got no time for grouses.
Feed him to the pigs, Errol.
What the fuck are you two looking at?
If you got to deal with him, just make
sure you don't end up owing him.
Then you're in his debt.
Which means, you're in his pocket.
And once you're in that,
you ain't ever coming out.
I hear he's a good fighter,
so I'll use him.
I'll be doing you a favour, boy.
What he means is,
I'm doing him a favour.
Because everybody knows nobody
takes a dive in my fights. Unlike his.
Here, Errol, I don't think
he likes me.
You don't like me, do you?
Don't know what you mean.
I do know I can't wait to get
out of here. It stinks.
My fights finish prompt so we can get
out before the authorities find out.
Play your cards right
and I'll sort you out.
You can sort me out
by showing me out.
It's hard to make a living
in boxing, so now and then…
…you do something
against your principles.
Basically, you have to forget
you got any.
Are they Lancashire pigs?
Who's talking to you?
Oh, yeah, Tommy.
Brick Top loves Tommy.
Don't let me down.
You don't want to
let me down, do you?
See you ringside.
Boris, Franky-fucking-Four Fingers…
…has a diamond the size of a fist.
I have told you it's in the briefcase
connected to his arm.
I sent him to you to buy a gun.
What more do you want me to do,
hit him for you?
But don't you hit him either.
Americans can't know
it was Russian.
It will come back to me.
So, what should I do?
You're my brother, so think like it.
Get somebody else
to steal that stone!
Funny name for an Englishman,
I know.
My parents were on the same plane
when it crashed. That's how they met.
They named me after the plane.
Not many people are
named after a plane crash.
That's Tommy.
He tells people
he was named after a gun.
But I know he was really named after
a famous 19th-century ballet dancer.
Known him for as long as I can
remember. He's my partner.
Doesn't mean we hold hands
or take walks.
It means I try to keep him out of
as much trouble as he inflicts on me.
I give him a hard time.
Keeps him in check.
But really, he's like my brother.
What do I know about diamonds?
I'm a boxing promoter.
I was a happy boxing promoter
until a week ago, and then:
What do I know about diamonds?
Don't they come from Antwerp?
— Himy, would you listen to this?
— Do we have a choice?
It wasn't meant to be taken
literally.
It's a nice story, Adam and Eve.
It's bound with moral fibre…
…but asking a grown man
to believe it?
What is it?
Well, what is it?
What you want I should do,
drop my pants?
Okay, go through.
It's a nice story.
It's just that. Just a story.
Catholic religion is based
on a mistranslation.
Enough already.
Ruben, say something.
Listen. Are you busy?
I'll tell you the whole story.
The Septuagint scholars mistranslated
the Hebrew word for “young woman”…
…into the Greek word for “virgin.”
It was an easy mistake to make…
…because there was only a subtle
difference in the spelling.
So, they came up with a prophecy:
“Behold, the virgin shall conceive
and bear us a son.”
You understand? It was “virgin”
that caught people's attention.
It's not every day a virgin conceives
and bears a son.
But leave that for a couple
of hundred years to stew…
…and next thing you know you have
the Holy Catholic Church.
Oy vay, what are you saying?
I'm saying, just because
it's written…
… doesn't make it so.
Gives them hope. It's not important
whether it's fact or fiction.
— People like to believe.
— I don't want to hear any more.
Anyway, who is it that we're seeing?
— Michael.
— Hello ?
Mutti.
Rudy! Rud, Rud, let them in, please.
Rud, it's okay, let them through.
— Michael.
— Mutti.
You kept us waiting for half an hour.
Are you trying to give me heartburn?
Lie down on the floor.
Get on the floor!
Lie on the floor!
Get on the fucking floor!
— Get down!
— Get fucking down!
Down on the floor! Get down!
On the ground!
Get down, I say!
— Time.
— Seven minutes!
Where is the stone?
Where is the stone?
Where is the stone?
Michael, where is the stone?
When does your plane leave?
Twenty minutes.
Give me your gun.
When you get to London…
…if you want a gun…
…call this number.
— Boris.
— Boris.
He can get you anything you need.
Is he allowed to do that?
It's an unlicensed boxing match.
It's not a tickling competition.
These lads are out
to hurt each other.
What's with those sausages,
Charlie?
Two minutes, Turkish.
Look at it. How am I supposed
to run this thing from that?
We'll need a proper office.
I want a new one.
You're going to buy it for me.
Why me?
Well, you know about caravans.
How's that?
You spent a summer in one.
Which means you know more than me.
And I don't wanna have me pants
pulled down over the price.
What's wrong with this one?
Oh, nothing, Tommy.
It's tiptop.
I'm just not sure about the colour.
It's all arranged.
You just got to pick it up.
Here's an address.
It's a campsite.
You've got 10 grand, and
it would be nice to see change.
— What's happening with the sausages?
— Five minutes.
It was two minutes five minutes ago.
They ain't pikeys, are they?
I fucking hate pikeys.
You're a sensitive boy, Tommy.
Fuck me. Hold tight.
— What's that?
— It's me belt.
No, Tommy. There's a gun
in your trousers.
— What's a gun doing in your trousers?
— It's for protection.
Protection from what?
“Zee” Germans?
What's to stop it blowing your
bollocks off when you sit?
— Where did you get it?
— Boris The Blade.
You mean Boris the sneaky
fucking Russian.
Heavy, isn't it?
Heavy is good.
Heavy is reliable.
If it doesn't work,
you can always hit him with it.
Boris The Blade,
or Boris The Bullet-Dodger.
Bent as the Soviet sickle and
hard as the hammer that crosses it.
Apparently, it's just impossible
to kill the bastard.
Back to my partner, Tommy.
Tommy runs the other business…
…the slot machines…
…which keeps rain off our heads
and gloves on Gorgeous' hands.
However, Tommy's a little preoccupied
with protection at present.
All right, I'll take it.
There's a reason for Tommy's
newfound enthusiasm for firearms.
Sooner or later, in unlicensed boxing,
you have to deal with that reason:
Brick Top.
If that's not worth a bet,
I don't know what is.
— He doesn't look bad, does he?
— No, he looks great.
He'll do you proud.
You reckon that's what people should
do for me, Gary? Do me proud?
It's what you deserve.
Pull your tongue out of my arsehole.
Dogs do that.
You're not a dog, are you?
No. No, I'm not.
However…
…you do have all the characteristics
of a dog, Gary.
All except loyalty.
It's rumoured that his favourite means
of dispatch involves a stun gun…
…a plastic bag, a roll of tape
and a pack of hungry pigs.
You're a ruthless little cunt, Liam.
I'll give you that.
But I got no time for grouses.
Feed him to the pigs, Errol.
What the fuck are you two looking at?
If you got to deal with him, just make
sure you don't end up owing him.
Then you're in his debt.
Which means, you're in his pocket.
And once you're in that,
you ain't ever coming out.
I hear he's a good fighter,
so I'll use him.
I'll be doing you a favour, boy.
What he means is,
I'm doing him a favour.
Because everybody knows nobody
takes a dive in my fights. Unlike his.
Here, Errol, I don't think
he likes me.
You don't like me, do you?
Don't know what you mean.
I do know I can't wait to get
out of here. It stinks.
My fights finish prompt so we can get
out before the authorities find out.
Play your cards right
and I'll sort you out.
You can sort me out
by showing me out.
It's hard to make a living
in boxing, so now and then…
…you do something
against your principles.
Basically, you have to forget
you got any.
Are they Lancashire pigs?
Who's talking to you?
Oh, yeah, Tommy.
Brick Top loves Tommy.
Don't let me down.
You don't want to
let me down, do you?
See you ringside.
Boris, Franky-fucking-Four Fingers…
…has a diamond the size of a fist.
I have told you it's in the briefcase
connected to his arm.
I sent him to you to buy a gun.
What more do you want me to do,
hit him for you?
But don't you hit him either.
Americans can't know
it was Russian.
It will come back to me.
So, what should I do?
You're my brother, so think like it.
Get somebody else
to steal that stone!
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