Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That was a mistake.

think about where you are.

Tommy, do you have someone?

It's a Hamilton Christmas.

I always like to find somewhere dark and quiet.

Right. Ready. You get round the back.

Just checking the time. Carry on.

Let's get you home.

Me beloved greyhounds.

That's all you need to know.

Opposites perhaps.

Were you working?

This is a man's world.

No exceptions, you said.

Get the fuck off me!

They're having a little bonfire.

I'll wait where they lay their bets.

You mean, win or lose?

You're now a prisoner of the Red Right Hand.

You know something, Michael?

Go and drink, enjoy the day. I'll come and find you when the race is done.

Then all the pitches will be allocated instead to Tommy's bookies.

at the Epsom races.

It's gotta stop, Lizzie.

'cause I'm already dead.

and no one at Poplar Docks will lift a canvas.

I know how it is.

We're kings of the fucking world

And my friend upstairs...

- What do you want from him? - Same as you.

Some part of my soul.

But I want you to wash this city out of your hair and your clothes.

you're fucking lying, mate. That's my money.

so you may have noticed I haven't taken a drink.