And if 24 ever became 23 then that'd be tax. Well, Finn, you've got two choices - mild or mild. What about your export licence, Mr Shelby? Girls go out on their own now. Well, if it's so good, why are you here? I don't drink in pubs with blacks. Not to win the Derby, Curly. I told him that I've wanted to see one since I'm always reading about them in the papers. I'm sorry, what are you saying, mate? You have been chosen, Mr Shelby, and there really is no choice.
Thomas then makes his way to meet , who needs him to carry out another assassination, this time of Field Marshal. You are on my hook, Mr Shelby. All over Canada and America, people are making their own booze in bathtubs. You want him to do this job. And what if they don't want to fuck? He's told us a lot about you.
~ Everybody makes fucking jokes. You know, I still don't know what you're going to call your horse. ~ Nevertheless ~ Nevertheless the pro-treaty Paddies and the King want the same man dead. And making your peace with God, perhaps? Which I know to be worthless. Mickey says she has the lungs of an elephant. Fucking tidy profit, though, eh? She don't know where to look.
He's much better qualified anyway. Well, she's from the best stock. When I drove into Small Heath, I thought I was going to get murdered then I mentioned your name. So now they're everybody's problem. Don't know where he is, do you? Now, also, we've been friends.
~ Temporarily, we have a shared interest. Money will be transferred in the event of my death. Don't nick any of me chips, Finn! Because I'm not going to be able to find my way in the dark. Yeah, with little bits of onion. ~ Perhaps we can stick to the agenda. Thomas looks over a file in his parked car. Thomas asks May if she wants to fuck him.
I go to bed late. If I should die, then you will die. Bring me proof the spy is dead and we have a deal. Thomas asks him how much of that 600 was paid for by him, and Arthur pours himself another drink, saying that it's under control. Quite the big scandal in the Telegraph lately.
Every month or so he'd be back. Thomas tells her that he doesn't have any kids, so he's set up a trust fund, and the beneficiaries will be John's kids and Karl, but he needs her signature in order for Karl to benefit. Every penny will go towards future content. Polly and Thomas spit into their palms and shake on it. Mum says you want to be 80% legal within two years. She's surprised that he doesn't water it down with anything and he offers her cordial. You checked out his house? All the time you were talking about dirty fucking Jews.
Sorry, I'm, er, I'm lost here. I'm telling you to leave it, Paddy. ~ I love him, Tom. What if Michael really leaves? Don't like them racing, Tommy, not the way they beat them. ~ Did you ask why in France? You'll take care of them? London, you wouldn't believe it. Oh, God, before you start sizing him up for a wedding suit, he's not interested in me ~ or in girls of any kind.