Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I mean, your Brian sucked me off at the Harvest Festival,

Why do you care?

a couple of miles down the road.

We'll see he's well looked after.

I'm working for them.

representing Mr. Ian Thurso.

Hey, sit down, Spanish.

Good morning, Mr. Thurso.

Pompous bastard. I knew it.

Somebody more peaceful.

Don't think I don't give you credit for your progress.

I suppose I thought it was romantic,

That, young man,

Oh, God. You-you-you can't let them take her.

but I think you work for some very dodgy people.

You look like a hairdresser.

Alfie, leave off.

I look after myself.

10,000 quid, and she's got plenty more work for us.

They can. They have guns.

Look, if there's anything shady afoot, I'll leg it.

Changes a man, I should think.

I should hope you are.

I copulate with men,

but I take your point.

for the Longbrass murder next bank holiday.

and he will die in hellish torment.

Yeah, fair play, there is some bad news comes with.

I'll give him a wank as we go.

No gun required.

What did he do wrong to make you so angry?

I could be persuaded.

Good. Good enough.

I have to see her again.

Raise your voice.

I'm-I'm... I'm fibrillating.

Honestly, mate. It's more than my job's worth.

And the price of ignorance.

Alfie, what is this?

Mr. Thurso, shall we?

Well, glasses don't wash themselves.