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hwp When I was born,
the world was a far simpler place.
It was all just cops and robbers.
Fucking get down! Get down now!
And you! Stay down! Stay down!
But it wasnt for me.
Then came the Summer of Love.
Hashish and LSD
arrived on the scene.
There were villains
locked away for years...
... for robbing a bank of grand...
... doing time with drippy hippies
doing months...
... for smuggling two million quids
worth of puff.
I mean, work it out, mate.
Were in the wrong fucking game.
Drugs changed everything.
Always remember that one day this
drug monkey-business will be legal.
They wont leave it to people like me
when they figure out...
... how much money there is to be
made: Not millions, fucking billions.
Recreational Drugs plc.
Giving people what they want.
Good times today, stupor tomorrow.
But this is now.
So, until prohibition ends,
make hay while the sun shines.
Im not a gangster.
Im a businessman whose commodity
happens to be cocaine.
Ten years ago, charlie was for pop
stars or a celebritys birthday bash.
It was demonized by Daily Mail
readers getting drunk in wine bars.
Now theyre my biggest clients.
This is Clarkie. Double first
at Cambridge in Industrial Chemistry.
Well, hes gotta pay off
his student loan somehow.
Today, I only deal in kilos.
Depending which tariff you use...
... thatll cost you either grand
or years in prison...
... which is more time than a rapist.
Cest la vie.
It is vital that we work
to a few golden rules.
Always work in a small team.
Keep a very low profile. Only deal
with people who come recommended.
Its like selling anything:
Washing machines,
handmade shoes, blowjobs.
As long as you dont take the piss,
people will come back for more.
Thats not to say we dont weave that
magic that makes two kilos three...
... but never be too greedy.
Know and respect your enemy.
It is only very, very stupid people
who think the law is stupid.
And avoid like the fucking plague...
... loud, attention-seeking
wannabe gangsters...
... in it for the glory, to be a face,
to be a name.
Hello, Slavo. Yeah, its the Duke.
Everythings sweet.
When can we meet?
They dont mean to fuck up.
They just do.
Forgive me for stating the obvious,
but stay away from the end-user.
They are guaranteed
to bring you trouble.
As do guns.
I hate guns. And violence.
But as some Roman general
once said:
"If you seek peace, plan for war."
Morty and his assistant Terry,
they watch my back.
Morty learnt caution the hard way.
He did years inside.
Hes my bridge
to the criminal world...
... and he ensures that
the traffic is one-way.
Look, theres Amsterdam,
and theres Oofdorfe... dorfe.
Not a fucking clue.
None of them speak English.
- Get in the car. Im sure its that way.
- Move up.
- I bet you its that way.
- Weve already been that way.
Yeah, but were gonna go
that way again. Give us the map.
Oh, dont start, the pair of you.
Its like being out with a pair of kids.
- All day youve been moaning.
- It cant be that difficult.
How many fucking greenhouses
can there be?
Morty.
Terence.
Clarkie.
Very, very important:
Pay your supplier prompt.
In our case, thats Mr. Jimmy Price.
Hes the top of the pyramid.
Pay him. In full, on time, without fail,
no short counts.
You get no second chances.
Jimmy calls the shots.
Where the fuck is Gene?
- I dont know. Ask me one on sport.
- What time does your watch tell?
- The same as yours.
- Hes never late.
Shut the fuck up.
Patience.
Gene here is Jimmys right-hand man.
Been with him since way back.
All the drugs and cash
go through Gene.
Jimmy trusts him with his life.
By the way, Jimmy would like to see
you tomorrow for a spot of lunch.
Wait a minute. Is there a problem?
Why does everybody assume theres
a problem because he wants a word?
Maybe hes grateful.
He fucking should be.
See you at Stoke Park at one.
This is just so beautiful.
We need to get in and out
of here sharpish.
Paul and the tide aint gonna wait.
Everyone likes to walk
through a door marked "Private."
Therefore, have a good reason
to be affluent.
I own a share in a very successful
letting agency.
It gives me an honest income.
Looks good on the self-assessment.
Whereas years ago scallywags were
trying to get money out of banks...
... now your problem is
how to get your ill-gotten gains in.
Thats a job for Mr. Singh.
He does my laundry.
And in a week,
it will be ready for collection...
... in the form of a nice clean check
for a round million.
The business is on the up and up.
But Ive always said,
have a plan and stick to it.
Quit while youre ahead.
So barring any fuck-ups,
Im leaving it all behind.
No, we got the parcel.
Yeah, better than expected, actually.
Its just that things have gone
a little bit slightly turbo this end.
Come on, boys, lively, lively.
If we miss this tide, were
not going anywhere till daylight.
Paul, you aint being paid to moan.
Youre being paid to get
my cargo home.
Come on, babe. You all right?
Careful here, its a bit wobbly.
Life is so fucking good,
I can taste it in my spit.
Ill treat tomorrows l
