Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So, you've wasted your fucking time.
and dumped into that part of the adult prison...
Get rid of him.
MUSIC: "Red Right Hand" by Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds
John! You have no bloody right, Tommy!
No.
Pol? Polly?
that's made our brother go all soft.
Why here?
How is it you take all the risks
I told her what you told me.
And we'll search them one by one.
All right? Because, I need someone.
Do you John Michael Shelby take Esme Martha Lee
You're a good Catholic girl, aren't you?
Do it properly. These cigarettes are not fit to sell.
I was pretending I was you.
What are we celebrating?
These are new times I'm told.
John will make his own decision.
Are they not?
But on a more pressing matter...
All we found was stolen tobacco and whisky. Which you left in place.
After he's said his piece
God takes the best first.
You must think I'm an idiot.
Inspector, Stanly Chapman is a bigger fish than Freddie Thorne.
Story of your fucking life, Arthur.
For what?
No, you sit down.
Her dad is giving you a car.
Your boys tried to kill me - it didn't work.
WOMAN SQUEALS
No.
There remains one more part of the ceremony.
That'll shut him up.
She's going off like a firecracker.
You're taking me away from my baby?
What orders? Always keep contraband near to petrol boat moorings.
I know what was in the envelope.
..where men have most appetite for boys like him.
have your heads stoved in with mallets and spades.
They will take up their pitch at your convenience, Mr Kimber.
Business is good.
And how we get our booze and where we keep it.
Be ready for anything.
Now, what's your point?
To think I used to live in a shit-hole like this.
♪ I'm asking forgiveness
Take Lizzie to the country.
I got you ten minutes with her.
This is instead of Freddie Thorne. No deal.
Have another.
He's not speaking to me.
♪ Oh, I slept all night
They smell like rotting water. And look.