Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Talk to me, Alfie. - Talk to you?

I told him that I'd wanted to see one

- since we was at school. - Yeah.

You are on my hook, Mr Shelby.

When I drove into Small Heath, I thought I was going to get murdered...

Yeah, they're out of fucking control, mate.

I couldn't give a fuck who he is.

But hidden in the packing will be 500 bottles

- Yeah, a written deal. - Written deal, good.

There's coppers all over it.

- We'll go to my cousin's pub. - I like it here.

You have been chosen, Mr Shelby,

Perhaps because I...

and just fucking unlock the fucking gates!

No society party in London is complete without a gangster

Keeping his flame burning.

What do you think, Arthur?

At school, I was top of the class in mathematics,

None of this happened, all right?

And if 24 ever became 23,

You see, at midnight,

You had a deal with Mr Churchill.

Perhaps because I would represent something to you?

Alfie's an old friend.

How much better is it when we're friends?

- Why him? - Did you ask why in France?

Fucking hell, it's packed in here, isn't it?

You think I'd tell anybody anything else?

Mickey says she has the lungs of an elephant.

No, I'm all right.

Girls go out on their own now.

There's not much room in there but...

between the Jews and the Italians.

Did you know they were going to do it before they did it?

John, this woman says she's training Thomas' horse.

And I wouldn't even be counting.

Not with me, they're not.

No. That would arouse suspicion.

Arthur, we can stand him up.

This evening or tomorrow?