Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- They looked real. - Not stallions. Not now.
I'll drive you.
Hey!
It's for Mr Shelby.
And therefore,
I have a racehorse.
Grace.
My plan was mutually agreed!
Because that was the plan.
Okay, so the pharaoh. Have you heard of him?
- Where are you from? - I'm from Ireland,
Goldfish, seriously?
It was three.
you're spending two pound a month on worming powder.
She's gonna win the derby.
I know you're unarmed.
When?
I've been ahead of you, every step of the way.
I was.
You think your people are ruthless? Try mine.
- Great big ones. - Arthur.
We don't need more fucking men.
I wasn't sleeping so well.
Yep. He's in England promoting his film.
when I am finished.
He did, he persecuted my race.
He's fucking dead!
Close the door.
in Birmingham and in London.
Living the real life, you know?
and dancing around what we really want to say.
Sign the form.
Fuck you.
Like a magpie sees something,
Esme.
Well, at least you're going to get what you've always wanted.
drink some whisky.
I do...
Because your horse will come fifth or sixth.
Grace, there are some things I have to do first.
I'm sorry.
You people have a lot to learn.
after one whisky and some conversation?
That is what I want.
This.
And my lads, they restrained him.
So tell him the truth.
So sign it.
So that's why you carry on?
Esme, I'll take up their offer. We need men.
You're so respectable,