What are you doing, Paulie? Get out of the way, man.
You Tommy? Come about the caravan?
Fuck, man. Call me Mickey.
Well, the weather's been kind to us, but the horses, you know—
Fuck me, would you look at the size of him?
How big are you? Hey, kids, how big is he?
Hey, Mam, come look at the size of this fella.
Bet you box a little, can't you, sir?
You look like a boxer.
Get your hands out of there, you cheeky little shite.
Cup of tea for the big fella? Come on.
Oh, you little bugger.
Good dogs. Do you like dogs?
What?
Dogs. You like dogs?
Good dog. Good family. Hold on to him tight.
He'll get a little homesick for a while, but he'll get over it.
See you later, lads. See you, boss.
The deal was you bought it how you saw it.
Now, look... I helped you as much as I'm gonna help you. You see that car?
I suggest you use it before you're not welcome anymore.
I think you should fuck off now while you still got the legs to carry you.
Nobody brings a fella the size of you unless they're trying to say...
something without talking, right, boy?
Why the fuck do I want a caravan that's got no fucking wheels?
Where the fuck you think you're going? Wanna settle this with a fight?
Mam. Mam.
Okay, now. We'll settle this another way. It's okay.
You need to sit down. Get her to sit down.
Fuck's sake.
You want the money. I ain't fucked you. I'll fight you for it.
You and me.
So that's the kind of fight it's gonna be.
Deadly kick for a fat fucker, you know that?
You're not going anywhere, you thick lump.
You stay until the job's done.
How much you gonna pay us?
Me bollocks. Lose more than that running for the bus.
All right.
I'll do it for a caravan.
A caravan.
Top of the range and all that.
It's not for me. It's for me Ma.
Just make sure he doesn't kill me before the fucking fourth.
That depends.
On you buying this caravan.
Not the rouge one. The rose.
It's not the same fight.
Turkish, the fight is twice the size, and me mam still needs a caravan.
And I like to look after me mam. It's a fair deal. Take it.
Save your breath for cooling your porridge. Now look.
Right. And she's terrible partial to the periwinkle blue.
Have I made myself clear?
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.
Fucker.
I'll bet you for it.
I'll do you a favor. You have first bet.
If I win, I get a caravan, and the boys get a pair of them shoes.
If I lose...
fuck it, I'll do the fight for free.
What? Proper fucked?
Periwinkle blue. Bye, boys.
Did you do it?
So, what are you sorry for?
Fuck off, Darren.
Fuck off!
I'll do the fight before he causes any more carnage.
Need a drink.
All right, mates. Amen.
Need to have a shite.
Gonna be a tragedy of a fight.
Be a nice one. Hell of a way to war.
And they're none of yours.