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There you go.

Nice one.

- Any trouble, Gully?
- You know me.

I love a crisis.

I'll fucking have you, mate.

- You're dead!
- Shut it, Dobson!

Get this idiot out here now.

Always think well of me.

He was upset about all
that Raven Society lark.

- No surrender!
- He's not one of them.

Dad, don't do this.

God bless England!

There's her whose son killed his father.

I can't even look at you without
thinking about what happened.

I have the results of the
latest Stormcloud tests.

Stormcloud test? That sounds intriguing.

Well, it's all very speculative.
You know these boffins.

You're crazy.

Stop moaning.

I won't hear such talk.
We must think positively.

If our special partner suffered
some sort of... scandal,

Langley would find a way
of showing... gratitude.

Archbishop Potter.

Prime Minister of The English League.

Consider it done.

We've got the money.

A new life.

America, boys.

Slangevar!

Mum?

Alfie... I've been kidnapped.

If you want to see me
alive again, come alone.

Freeze!

They've got my money.
You let them get away!

- What money is that?
- Ransom money.

They abducted my mum! What
the fuck are you doing here?

Take cover, Mary!

Mary!

Mary!

Mary! Take cover!

Dad.

Morning, son.

You are alive.

Am I?

- I'm asking you.
- Do I look dead?

Buh... You don't look well.

You don't look too good yourself.

I'm doing all right.

Don't lie to me, son.

I can tell something is wrong.

Had a bit of a setback, that's all.

Me and Mum and the boys
are going to America.

But some bastard stole our money.

- America?
- England's buggered.

Your Raven Society mob are on top.

- I've got no choice.
- Oh, I see.

Running away.

Abandoning the country you love.

Well, I have to say Alfie.

I'm surprised.

Surprised and disappointed.

I don't like running away.

But what do you want me to
do? Die for a lost cause?

Ahhh.

Eh... Eh...

Ahhhh.

So he still owes you money?

I don't know.

- Do you know?
- What the fuck would I know?

Well, aren't you? Up there
looking down at all of us?

Seeing what everyone is up to?

You think I'm sitting on a cloud
in a white nighty, do you?

Playing a midget harp?

Well... yeah. Something like that.

That's a very childish notion
of death you got there, son.

Maybe I'm not even dead.

Did you see a body?

Maybe I'm in America eating
hamburgers on a beach.

- Are you?
- A minced meat sandwich?

Disgusting idea.

Nice to know who stole your money.

Well, as a general rule,

it's nearly always trusted colleagues

or friends or family that bugger you.

As I found to my own cost, eh?

That's not fair. I didn't...

Oh, fuck!

Of course.

Of course! Why didn't I see it?

On the settee!

And be gentle!

Don't worry, love.
I'm going to help you.

You're gonna be all right.

There's nothing wrong.

You are going to be all right, my love.

You're going to be fine.

- What happened?
- Didn't you hear the mortars?

Woody, first aid tin.

Bastards. Third attack this week.

Yeah, I know. I'll have to fix
the bloody windows again.

Is she all right?

Yeah! She's fine.

It looks worse than it is.

Good, Good. Listen.
I've, um... I've got...

- Put the kettle on, would you?
- Yes, Mum,

and then I really have to run.

Thank you, Woody.

All right. I have to clean this out.

Shall I put a tea in a pot?

Who wants a cuppa now?

It's for cleaning her wounds,
you silly sausage.

All right, Miss Nightingale, kettle on.
Anything else you need?

No, no, we're all right.
You run along if you are busy.

- Sure?
- Yeah. You'll just be in the way.

Right then. Good luck, young lady.

See you later, Mum. And remember
to loosen that tourniquet

every now and again.

- No, really? Be good.
- Yeah.

There you go.

Woody, go and get that
water, a nice clean dish.

Keep it hygienic. Bring a
fresh towel, if we got one.

Scum.

Oi! Martha!

What? You are not talking to me now?

Ah... No, actually, I am not.

Why? What have I done to you?

John Salt?

That piece of shit Nazi
that you let go for money?

Give over. I wouldn't do that.

I'm disappointed. I thought
you were a man of honour.

People disappoint you a lot, don't they?

Perhaps your standards are too high.

I saw your boyfriend at the club.

Changing the subject
doesn't change the truth.

- What boyfriend?
- What? You got more than one?

Thomas Wayne.

He was with that Satanist bloke.

What's his name? Crowley.

Really?

You didn't know he was back.

I mean... he was with Crowley?

Yeah. Funny, ain't it?

Anyway, be good.

And slow... exactly, yeah!

Should we do the full round?

You want this, mate. You want this one.

- No, no. We'll look somewhere else.
- It's genuine, proper.

- All right, lads.
- We're not buying.

You haven't seen what I got.

More carats than Sainsbury's.
Solid gold setting.

A ring like this'll get
the knickers off a nun.

Yours for a monkey.

Do you, Ken? What happened to us, Ken?

Yeah, I heard. Fucking liberty.

So what the fuck makes you think
we've got a twatting monkey

to spend on your shite
there? What the fuck?

- I'm only asking.
- Are you joking with me, pal?

Relax, brother.

Have you heard anything?

If I heard, I'd tell you, wouldn't I?

- Would you?
- I would.

But you're the man
that hears everything.

People say Ken the Spot
knows what's what.

People say that, right?

If there was talk, I'd have heard it.

There's been no talk.

Tell the truth or die, you Saxon dosser?

Who took our money?

I don't know. I swear, I don't know.

At ease, Private MacDougal.

Wotcher, Kenny.

- What the fuck, lads?
- You try controlling him.

No, brother.

I was just confirming his veracity.

- Fuck's safe, Alfie.
- Yeah, I know, I know.

I'm sorry for the agro.

- We need a moment as it goes.
- No bother.

Got a lovely bit of tom,
if you're interested.

Fuck off, Kenny. Regards to the missus.

He would lie to us, you know.

Yeah, 'course he would.

Shifty bastard. But he wasn't.

I think I know who done it,

and he's nobody Ken'd know.

Well?

- I had a really strange dream.
- Oh, fuck. Here we go.

All right, never mind the dream.

But it made me think, and I realized
the thief must be Gully Troy.

The captain?

Never.

He's SA fucking S.
He'd never rob a comrade.

No, it was him.

- Or someone working for him.
- You have any proof?

Isn't it always a close
friend that fucks you up?

- Someone you trust?
- That's not proof.

All right, who's not afraid of us?

Very few.

And Troy's one.

Who's got enough discipline
to stay under the radar?

And who knew we had all that cash?

Only man I can think of is Gully Troy.

True.

I can't see it. He's a man of honor.

Proved himself a hundred times.

Maybe he's changed somehow.

Suppose he has.

We've no proof at all.

How do we find out for sure?

I'll ask him.

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Good Lord.

We pray you will cleanse this poor soul.

Cast Satan from his heart.

Let him find peace

in the arms of our savior Jesus Christ.

Rise, old chap.

Thank you.

Oh, don't thank me.

You know who to thank.

When I pray alone,
the devil torments me.

How does he torment you?

Temptations of the flesh, Your Grace.

All the many temptations of the flesh.

That's a sad mistake to credit
the devil with our sexuality.

Sex is a gift from God.

A natural blessing, like sunshine.

- We must be doing it differently.
- Ha.

Would you speak with some of my friends?

It would be wonderful
if they, too, could hear

what you have to say.

Friends?

You'd call them my fellow sex addicts.

Poor souls trapped in a
web of their own desires.

You can't imagine what
they do to feed their lust

for debasement.

Naked... shameless animal lust.

You simply can't imagine.

I'll talk with any soul who
wants to hear the gospel.

However sinful they may be.

Thank you.

You're a good man.

Hello.

I'm looking for Mr. Gulliver Troy.

Who are you?

Pennyworth. Alfred Pennyworth.

Mmm.

I've heard of you.

- The famous Alfie.
- Who are you?

I'm Mrs. Troy.

Oh.

Nice to meet you.

Is he here?

No.

Do you know where he is?

Has something bad happened?

No. Just business.

Business.

You don't look like I
expected you to look.

No?

Gully loves you.

Says you're very clever
and hard as nails.

You look soft to me.

Like butter.

Do you know where he is?

What about me?

What about you?

Do I look like you expected?

No offense, Mrs. Troy.
I didn't know you existed.

Gully likes to keep me separate

from the squalid side of his life.

I expect he'll be angry
that you came here.

Look, Mrs. Troy,
if you know where he is...

My name is Melanie.

Why are you carrying a gun?

- It's a war on.
- Mmm. So I hear.

I don't mean your husband any harm

if that's what you're worried about.

You? Do him harm? As if you could.

Hum.

Fuck!

Second by a nose.

Bad luck.

Are you a betting man, Alfie?

Nah.

If you're not in the know,
it's a mug's game.

He's at the garage.

127 Barnett Road.

Thank you.

Don't tell him I told you.

I'm supposed to keep it a secret.

Then why did you tell me?

Do you always do what
you're supposed to do?

Hum.

Nice to meet you, Mrs. Troy.

You sure about this bloke?

I'm not sure about anyone anymore,

but he was a good teacher.

Good Lord. Katherine.

How lovely to see you.
What a nice surprise.

Hello, Mr. Furbank.

- This is my friend Bet.
- Nice to meet you, Bet.

Any friend of Katherine's and all that.

- But please, call me Dorian.
- I'll do.

Come in. Come in.

Well, welcome to my humble abode.

- To what do I owe the... ?
- We're, um...

- We're on a jaunt.
- A jaunt?

- What's wrong with a jaunt?
- Er, nothing at all.

We'll have some tea if you're offering.

Er, certainly. I'll put the kettle on.

This your stuff on the walls?

For my sins.

A lot of women with no clothes on.

I find the human figure
endlessly fascinating.

I'll bet you do.

You're not much cop, though, are you?

They're all wonky.

What's funny?

They're meant to be that way.

Tits on her.

Two ferrets in a plastic bag.

Forgive my asking,

you're not in some sort
of trouble, are you?

What makes you think we're in trouble?

Uh, nothing. Just...

Nothing.

Kettle.

Artist, my foot.

- Shh.
- He's a perv.

Banjo!

You expecting any visitors?

Building your own tank?

What's it to you?

No trouble, mates.

Alfie. What a nice surprise.

What the fuck is he doing here?

I, er, I heard about your misfortune.

I'm so sorry. You must be gutted.

Fortunes of war.

I still have hopes we'll
get the money back.

Do you? Well, good show.

How did you track me down by the way?

Not hard. People know you're here.

I suspect one of your
lads has been talking.

Huh.

You always used to say a good soldier

gets straight to the point.

So that's what I'm going to do, sir.

Umm. Sir, is it? That doesn't bode well.

I think it might have been you

that took my money and abducted my mum.

I'm not laughing.

That's why it's funny.

You knew I had cash. Nobody else knew.

I expect one of your
lads has been talking.

You haven't denied anything yet.

Well, frankly, I'm speechless, Alfie.

I can't believe we're even
having this conversation.

How could you possibly
think such a thing?

A good soldier is ruthless.

I said that too. Ruthless, yes.

But dishonorable. Never dishonorable.

You haven't told me yes or no.

Look me in the eye, Alfie.

I swear to you on my honor

that I did not take your fucking money.

All right then.

I'm glad to hear you say so.

I did abduct your mother, but hey ho.

Yeah, fair play. Have
a go. But I had to ask.

Who else would have the nerve to rob us?

Flattery now, is it?

I'd be angry if I didn't
feel so sorry for you.

The sawbones call what
you have paranoia.

You'd have it too if you were me.

Alfie.

- Good soldier...
- Has no pity for himself.

Exactly.

Never really knew what
you meant by that.

Not until the last couple
of years taught me.

No.

Before you start weeping
girlishly into my shoulder,

I have a proposition that might
solve some of your problems.

You can come and join us.

You'll have a wonderful time
and you'll make big money.

I'm not a crook.

Nor am I, son. No, I'd...

I'd like to think of myself
more as a... as a privateer.

Same business.

You break the law every week.

- What law?
- Exactly.

I'm ducking and diving.

Robbery is different. It's robbery.

What? Sordid? Dishonorable?

Eh? Come on, spit it out, lad.

Well, yeah. It is dishonorable.

Alfie.

Am I an honorable man?

- Yes. Of course you are.
- As are you.

So what we do is by
definition honorable.

I need your help, Alfie.

I work with Bazza and Daveboy.

I'll hire them as well.

I've got two big jobs coming up.

You can come on board as my left hand.

It'll be just like the old days.

Well, that's the thing, Gully.

When I left the service,
I swore to myself

I'd be me own man,
captain of me own ship.

So far, I've kept my word.

Now, that I do understand.

Not very good at taking orders myself.

Don't get me wrong.

There's nobody I'd rather work for.

But I'd be working for you.

As you wish.

But the offer stands.

Good morning, Your Grace.

Good God.

What on earth... ? Where am I?

Surely you haven't forgotten.

We had a wonderful evening.

An open and honest exchange, as it were.

You're quite the tiger.

Isn't he a tiger, boys and girls?

Now... Now, look here.

I don't know anything about this.

Relax, old chap.

Consenting adults and all that.

You... You tricked me!

Where's the trick?

You got what you wanted.
What you needed.

No, no, no, I never wanted this.

Be honest, old chap.

If you didn't want this, you
wouldn't be here, would you?

I think a group photograph is in order.

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I didn't think he had
it in him, so to speak.

Good God. Poor chap.

Well, that's the end of him, I suppose.

Now, the League have
lost two Prime Ministers.

Poor things will be
in complete disarray.

I don't know.

The Church of England
is so liberal these days.

It might make him more popular.

There are limits, Jimmy, even today.

I mean, vicars can away
with that sort of thing,

but archbishops must keep
their cocks in their cassocks.

Jimmy. You need a nap.
You look fagged out.

How long have you been up working?

There's a war on, old girl.

These damn Northerners
still holding out.

They must be eating their
own children by now.

But yeah, I could do
with a little snore.

If you'll bear with me a
little longer, my lord,

these files need your
attention rather urgently.

They won't take long. Really, Salt...

No, never mind. Lead on, MacDuff.

Sir, there's a woman on the line

who's been calling every
day trying to reach you.

I wouldn't bother you,
but she's very persistent.

She says her name's Bet Sykes.

She says she's a close
personal friend of yours.

For God sake. Bet Sykes.

Do not speak to that woman,
Jimmy. She's not the thing.

- Don't be silly. Put her through.
- Jimmy!

Charles, put her through, please.

Putting her through now.

- Bet?
- Your Lordship!

Thank fuck. I've been trying
to get hold of you for days.

Oh, I'm so sorry. We're very busy here,

what with the war and all of that.

But how are you, my dear?

- How's Peggy?
- Fuck off!

This is a private call.

Peggy is London working,
so I can't turn to her.

I'm in a spot of bother.
I need your help.

What is it? Anything? What's wrong?

Well, I got into an argy-bargy
with a bloke from work.

Long story short,

- I killed him.
- Bet, you are incorrigible.

Thank you. I like to think so.

Any road, seeing as he
was a superior officer,

I thought I'd best leg it.

Now I've got rozzers chasing me
all over the fucking Midlands.

For God sake.

I was hoping you might see
your way to sorting this out,

you being High Chancellor and all that.

Bet, murdering a superior officer,

I mean, it's not the thing.

I know, I know. I'm sorry.

But the bugger deserved it, honestly.

- Where are you?
- I'm in a place called...

Fork Lane Farm, Little Edlesbank,
Northamptonshire.

Okay, you stay there.

I'll send some men to come and
pick you up and bring you here.

Lovely.

Be good to see you again.

Bet, this really is the last time.

You must learn to control your temper.

I know. I will.

Promise.

Thank you.

Much appreciated. See you soon.

- Sorted it.
- Really? Truly?

I told you, didn't I?

Bet Sykes has got herself
into another dreadful scrape.

Go to this address with your best man.

Pick her up and bring her here.

Jimmy, do not bring
disorder acquaintance.

You have responsibilities.

I will make my own friends,
thank you, Francis.

If I may, sir, I must
agree with Mrs. Gaunt.

I know you're fond of Miss Sykes,

but she is something of a liability...

A little unstable?

Thank you, Salt.

When I want your advice,
I shall ask for it.

Now, do as you're told.

At once, sir. I'll come
back for the files.

Listen, Jimmy...

I like her company. That's an end on it.

I'm glad we have this
moment alone together.

Tell me, are you all right?

I'm fine. I'm good.

I can't help notice some sort of tension

between you and your friend.

No.

- Is she your friend?
- Of course she is.

Katherine, you can
trust me with the truth.

What's going on?

You don't want to get involved.

That woman has some power over you.

Yes.

No.

I don't know.

I'm scared of her, but...

she saved my life.

I think she wants to be friends.

She seems somewhat eccentric.

Deranged perhaps.

She's not.

Maybe she is.

Maybe I am.

Katherine, tell me what's going on...

That lavatory's a disgrace.

Single men, eh?

You live like animals.

What were you talking about?

We were talking about art actually.

No, you weren't, you
were talking about me.

- What did you tell him?
- Nothing.

Nothing?

You were holding hands like sweethearts.

No, Bet. It's not what you think.

Dorian was just being nice.

- Nice about what?
- I was just...

Quiet, you. It's her I'm...

Sorry, pet.

This gun's new to me.

I'm off to the club, Mum.

Don't wait up.

All right, sweetheart.

- Be good.
- You seem very cheerful.

Mustn't grumble.

Jackie's going to be all right,
so that's a blessing, isn't it?

- Jackie?
- On another planet you are.

The girl that was here?

Bleeding all over the place?

Oh, yeah. Nice one.

Dr. Patel said I saved her life.

Did he?

Good job. I'm proud of you, Mum.

Yeah. I'm proud of me, I know.

That's what I said to myself.

Sofa's buggered.

Nothing a bit of soap
and water won't fix.

It's good to see you smiling again.

Nothing like a little blood and
guts to brighten the day, eh?

Maybe so.

I won't lie.

And I'm sorry for your
misfortune, but...

I'm happy you're not going
to America anymore.

Who says I'm not going?

Well, how you gonna
go without any money?

You missed a spot.

See you later.

Be good.

I wish you'd stop telling me that.

I'll stop telling you that when
you stop needing to be told.

Bye.

Cheeky sod.

Thank you, Sheri.

She's a gallus wee bird, that Sheri, eh?

She's warming to me, I can tell.

What did Gully say?

He denied it.

- Do you believe him?
- I want to.

He was convincing.

I can't see who else it could be.

Nobody else knew about the money.

Uh-huh.

That's true, most likely.

Most likely.

It's interesting how memories
come back to you, isn't it?

Fuck's sake, Daveboy.

What memories?

Remember that first stack
of American money we got?

- We were so happy.
- Yes?

I took a hundred dollar bill.

Look, I know it was wrong,
but it just looked so nice.

I folded it up little and
I keep it in my pocket,

so I take it out sometimes
and I look at.

Cheers me up. You know.

And I did that earlier.

And I was shocked.

Fuck's sake, Daveboy. What?

I kept that note as clean
as the day I nicked it.

And now look at it now.
It's all dirty. Look.

How the hell I thought.

Then I realized...

... those are beer stains.

I was in a booth with some
guys talking about my ranch

in Montana

and they were laughing at me, the cunts,

so I... I showed 'em
that to shut their gobs.

And there's plenty more where
that comes from I said...

Said to who, exactly?

That's what I don't remember.

Could've been polar bears, Baz.

Fuck's sake, Daveboy.

At least I'm telling the truth, eh?

Bravo. Now we're back to square one.

Anyone could have known.

On the bright side,

I'm glad I wasn't there
when you accused Troy.

Wasn't pretty.

But he's all right, is he?
Not too offended?

Nah. Offered us jobs with his team.

What did you say?

- He said no.
- Why?

They make good money, robbers.

He's a canny man, that Troy.

He likes the edge too much for my taste.

Plus, we are not robbers, are we?

We're better than that.

If you say so.

Same again, lads?

- Yeah, thanks.
- Hi.

- It's a nice piece of tom.
- Thank you.

Well, I like it.

Looks familiar.

Looks like the ring Kenny
the Spot showed us.

Yes, it does.

Five hundred pound ring that is.

No wonder you've no time for me.

Some bastard's been pricing me out, eh?

Who gave you that then?

- An admirer.
- That's a lot of admiration.

- Who is this admirer?
- Vic. Vic Dobson.

For my birthday.

Vic...

Vic? Pikey Vic Dobson?

- He's a good bloke.
- What the fuck.

You've been turning me
away for a twat like that?

That's fucking embarrassing.

Dobson's never had tuppence.

Where'd he get five hundred quid

to buy a ring like that?

Aaaah.

Good question.

Why are you all looking at me like that?

Look.

- Quiet.
- Bet, please, stop.

- You're scaring me.
- Relax, pet.

His Lordship's people will be here soon,

and off we'll be away, safe and sound.

You've got the wrong idea about me.

One more word from you

and you'll be choking on your own cock.

You ever seen someone
choke on their own cock?

I have.

Bet.

He's done nothing wrong. He's a friend.

A friend?

I'm beginning to wonder about you.

I thought you were a good lass.

Maybe I were led astray.

You're all lies and deception you are.

Artist?

But you can't even fucking draw.

Actually, she's very gifted.

Shut it, wonky tits.

Fuck you know?

Draw something.

And it better be good

or I'll put holes in Rolf Harris here.

Go on! Draw.

I had a little sister once.

Gone now.

Poor lass could draw
like anybody's business.

You'd think it was a photograph.

Oh. Here we go.

Told you he'd come through.

But it's the police.

What d'you expect? Circus clowns?

Help! There's a mad woman!

Head down.

You're all right.

Poor soul.

The wretched man's left us
in an awful pickle, though.

Our Prime Minister gone and
in such a shameful fashion.

We look weak and ridiculous.

Potter was simply a hastily
elected Prime Minister.

He was well liked, sure,

but weak.

We have plenty of good candidates

to elect in his place.

This must be Crowley's work.

This sort of thing is
his bread and butter.

That grubby little Satanist chap?

He wouldn't dare.

With Raven Union blessing, he would.

This would have come from the top.

How could Jimmy Harwood sink so low?

Fucker.

Ma'am.

Thank you.

Wow!

Fancy.

What a pleasant unexpected surprise.

A surprise is always
unexpected, isn't it?

Well, I got the impression
you were grumpy with me.

- Sulking.
- Me?

- Why would I be sulking?
- Hmm.

When we last met, you held
me personally responsible

for American foreign policy,

said some rather ugly
things, and marched out.

Hence sulking.

I apologize.

I know you're not to
blame for what you do.

You're just a tiny cog in the machine.

I wouldn't say cog. A lever maybe.

You can tell me the truth, you know.

- What truth?
- I won't be mad.

Forgive me. I'm not following
your train of thought.

At first I said to myself...

... no.

No, not Thomas.

He's no saint, but he'd never...

He'd never do something
truly low and evil.

Okay.

I know where this is going...

But then, then I thought, why not?

Why wouldn't you?

You're just a cog, sorry...

... a lever. You're not
morally responsible.

So why wouldn't you help
Aleister fucking Crowley

drive a good man to suicide?

Martha, allow me one
moment to explain...

Tell me it's not true.

Nobody wanted him dead.

You son of a bitch.

Fuck.

God.

Look at that shitehole.

Fucking shameful.

Us, robbed by a wee
dosser like Vic Dobson.

We'd best keep this one quiet, eh?

- Which is Dobson's caravan?
- I don't know.

Of course you do.

I don't.

They all look the same.

Never mind. We'll manage.

Shouldn't we watch a while?

Get the lay of the land?

It's Vic Dobson, not the Waffen SS.

Still.

We shouldn't get complacent.

He's got our money.

Let's go get it back.

Sheri.

Vic needs waking.

Give him a shout.

What? No.

You're perfectly safe. Now go on.

Vic!

Louder, love.

Vic!

Louder!

- Vic!
- Louder!

Vic!

- Louder!
- Vic!

Where the fuck are you
going, you cowards?

Stay here.

Fuck.

Don't do it, Vic.

Oh, my God, Vic.

Oh, my God, Vic.

It's all right, Shezza.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

The money.

Vic?

Where is he?

There.

Where the fuck is the cash?

What the fuck?

He had it a minute ago.

Shame about your car, Baz.

It's a nice moto.

Baz.

Oh, fuck.

- It doesn't look good, Baz.
- No kidding.

Never say die.

- Keep still. I'll get an ambulance.
- Alfie. Don't bother.

This is our ticket home
if ever I saw one.

I'm okay with it.

I'm surprised I lasted this long.

Listen, boys.

You should do me one favor.

All right.

Don't give up.

You'll get to America in the end.

This is just a small step back.

Promise me you won't give up.

Promise.

I swear on my mother's grave.

I want to see you guys living
in the sunshine somewhere.

I want to see you get fat, Alfie.

And rich...

and bald.

Yes.

And have a fat wife
and lots of fat babies.

Done, mate.

Come here.

Lie down. Hey, hey, hey.

You all right?

Very comfy, thanks.

Just asking.

Does the wife have to be fat?

Seriously.

These are my dying words, boys.

You have to do what I say.

All right. Fair play.

Plum wife it is.

First daughter we have,
we'll name her Bazza.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Brother, what should I do, eh?

Anything you say, eh?

Within reason.

Two things.

Brush your teeth more often.

I can do that.

And tell Doris Day...

I said...

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