All language subtitles for White Gold - 02x04 - Small Victories_track8_[eng]

["Everybody Wants to Rule the World"
playing]

Be honest. What do you think?
Too Maggie Thatcher?

[inhales] Even sexier, I'd say.

Oh, don't muck about. This is a big deal,
and I wanna make a good impression.

I'm sure you'll make
exactly the impression

that jumped-up little prick wants you to.

What's that supposed to mean?

I've been to these
trade exhibitions before.

They're full of lecherous old creeps

lusting after anything
that wiggles in a skirt.

Oh, so I'm there as a skirt, am I?

Thanks for assuming
my only value to the business

is the clients
can fantasize about fucking me.

- That is not what I meant.
- Mm.

I just know what pigs they can be.
That's all.

I'm sure you'll knock 'em dead
with your charm and your brains.

The brains they wanna fuck out of me?

Probably, yeah.

♪ Welcome to your life ♪

♪ There's no turning back ♪

[Jo] All right, if Vincent can't be arsed
to turn up here on time,

we'll start without him.

What's this?

Some market research
I had commissioned at Everest.

It looks at the buying habits
of our customers in the northwest.

Well, that instantly makes it
a load of old bollocks.

How so?

Well, it's based on northerners,
for a start.

They all live in caves or down pits.

You'd probably have to spend
about three hours

trying to teach them
the concept of a window.

"They're like walls,
but you can see through 'em." [laughs]

We're getting off track here.

If you read it,
you'll see some interesting trends.

I don't see any harm
in trying to up our game.

Thank you, Martin.
One thing that research does show

is that only 8% of sales
originate from showroom visits,

which means most of the time
you sat there,

you're next to fucking useless, Brian.

Starting tomorrow, we'll be running
sales training exercises during the day.

Training? Me?

Look, I'm sorry, love,
but that is like trying

to teach Jimi Hendrix
how to play the guitar.

Well, it's happening, so get used to it.

And on to item two.
And try not to choke

on your own vomit at this news,
Mr. Hendrix,

but I'm suspending your commission
on the Murphy job.

[Vincent] The whole Murphy debacle started

with Fitzpatrick getting a hot lead
on a traveler's site.

[Lavender] See?

This is why you wanted to drag me along.

- You're scared to go in.
- I'm not scared, Lavatory.

All I'm asking is you come in
and watch while I pitch.

Then make sure they don't pull
any of their gypsy shit.

I'll sling you a 50 for your trouble.

Okay. I'll do it for 50 quid.

- Cheers.
- And half the commission.

Fucking hell. All right, then.

[Vincent] A gentleman
by the name of Mick Murphy

had recently inherited
a nice little windfall

and was looking to transform his caravan
into his dream home.

Oh, hey, lads. I've already started
on the, uh, extension for Mick Junior.

- Oh, uh, you live with your son?
- No, you idiot.

Come here, Mick.

I've had Mick's box attached.

Now we can have our tea together.

[Vincent] Sensing that Mick maybe wasn't
the sharpest knife in the drawer,

Fitzpatrick jumped in and sold him
a full set of windows,

along with a huge conservatory.

When Barry turned up to install,

Mick told him he planned
to fit everything himself.

Being a chronically lazy bastard,

Barry was only too happy
to unload the windows

and spent the rest of the day
down the pub.

And that was the last anyone saw
or heard of Mick Murphy.

Well, how is this our fault?

It's Barry that's fucked up here,
as far as I can see.

I agree. All we did was
get the deal over the line.

You didn't think there was anything
suspicious about an unemployed gypsy

signing up for £30,000 worth of windows
for his 500-quid caravan?

This is all starting to sound
a little bit racist to me.

Until you can get Mick Murphy
to pay in full or recover those windows,

I'm docking the stock costs
on future commissions.

No fucking way! [stammers]

We don't have to take this from her.
We've got rights.

Well, you have the right to quit
if you don't like working here.

Oh, it's like that, is it?

Consider your bluff well and truly called.

I'd love to see you try and run this place
without a sales team.

Come on, Lavender.

Walshy'll give us a job.

Yeah, I'm not quitting.

I'll be seeing you then, Brian.

I want you to think very carefully
about this, Martin, okay?

Don't let this be another
Paul Young-level fuck-up for you.

Fine.
This company's finished anyway, mate,

and, you, you can shove your training

and your market research
right up your northern arsehole.

You'll have to get his nose
out of there first.

- [sighs]
- Thank you, Martin.

It wasn't for your benefit.

I take it if I find Mr. Murphy
and get him to pay up,

I get to keep Fitzpatrick's half
of the commission?

[pop music playing]

[man] Here we are, Sam.

Over 20,000 people will walk through
these doors over the next three days.

And will they all be
as half-cut as this lot?

Absolutely.
It's basically a jolly for builders.

Buyers meet suppliers on their stands,

and to keep 'em happy,
they get a well-oiled

and perma-tanned dolly bird
to serve 'em some nibbles.

Sophisticated.

Right. Shall we?

I swear, Brian, if this is another windup,

I'm gonna throw you through the window
of this competitively priced conservatory.

Now listen, okay?

I think it's fair to say
that your skill set

isn't exactly suited to being
the public face of Wuh-Windows.

Double-fucking-U Windows!

Case in point. And look,

what you've got here is a quality product

allied with top-notch technical support.

You're just a head of sales
away from cracking it again.

- Which is where I come in.
- Oh, I see.

You've been slung out by that toe rag,
Vincent Swan.

No. I walked.

Cachet's a fucking disaster
waiting to happen.

All right, I'm listening.

I want 20 grand basic salary,

7% commission, plus car.

How about no basic, a three-month trial,
10% commission, no car?

No trial, 10% commission.

You take over the lease of my BMW,
plus 20 grand basic.

That's more than
your fucking original offer!

Which is why you probably
should've taken it, Tony.

So, what's it to be?

Well, seeing as you've already told me
you're out of a job,

I'd say I'm holing a handful
of fucking aces, Brian.

[telephone rings]

Hello.

It's W Windows!

Yes, I fucking know
it looks like a mistake!

Hello? [sighs]

Yeah, I wouldn't say
you're holding all the aces.

All right, I'll take your first offer,

- on one condition.
- Which is?

You start this second.

This fucking place is giving me an ulcer.

[pop music playing]

[Vincent] Over at the travelers site,
Lavender was starting to realize

that all the lucky heather in the world
wouldn't let him track down Mick Murphy.

[laughs]

Boysey! You made it.

And one clearly non-boysey, I see.

Pleased to meet you, young lady.

Sam, this is Geoff Kemp,
part-time M.D. of the Profile Company

and full-time piss-head.

- Hello, Geoff.
- A pleasure to meet you, Sam.

You'll have to tell me
which agency you came through.

I think Stevie Wonder must've booked
the girls for our stand.

I mean, it's like they literally
put lipstick on pigs.

Ah, no, no, no.
Geoff, Sam's not a promo girl.

She's the newest member of our sales team.

[laughs] Oh, crikey.

I do apologize, Sam.

Nice to see the Profile Company's
kept up the tradition

of having the Ferrari
of exhibition stands.

Well, summat's gotta make up
for me tiny penis.

Let me get you both a drink.
[whistles]

What you drinking, Sam?

Uh, I'll just get a Coke, please.

Oh, lightweight alert.
Lightweight alert! [laughs]

She'll have a vodka in that, my love.

And get Martin and me a couple of beers,
too, please, Francesca.

All right, yeah. When in Rome.

Have an orgy, you say?

Although, is it still an orgy

if it's just the two of us, Sam?

I think one of your customers is trying
to get your attention there, Geoff,

the one throwing up in a pot plant.

Oh, Christ.
Excuse me one minute.

[man] You all right there, mate?

- [Sam] Thank you.
- There you are.

- Beer.
- Cheers.

So, no one's told Geoff he could save

an absolute fortune on exhibition space

if he just took his clients
directly to a brothel?

Now, now.
We're not here to judge, Samantha.

We just want his advertising spend.

I know. And Vincent did warn me.

It's just gonna take some acclimatizing.

It's okay. You can do this.

- Yeah.
- [Geoff] Sorry about that.

Now, where were we?

Well, Geoff, as an exhibition virgin,

I was hoping you could tell me. Cheers.

[glasses clink]

Chin-chin.

I wasn't sure if you wanted this.

It's not mine.

- Do you want it, though?
- No.

Sorry. You didn't really have much
in the way of personal belongings.

Got your gentleman's mags.

Yeah, all right. Thanks, Carol.
Put it away, please.

Can I go now?
'Cause I hate all this.

It's like reliving my parents' divorce.

No, don't go.

Listen. Don't panic, okay,
but I've got a proposition for you.

How would you like to be
my new junior sales assistant?

What? I've never done selling before.

Ah, doesn't matter.

Look, I see great potential in you.

Take a seat, Carol.

[Carol sighs]

What's going on now?

I'm interviewing you for the post.

Now, tell me, what do you think
your best attributes are?

My mum used to say I could be
world champion of solitaire.

I didn't go out much as a kid.

Allergies, acne, agoraphobia,

all the "A"s.

Sorry. I'm babbling.
What was the question?

Just calm down, okay?

Um, tell me...

what makes you qualified for this job?

I hate talking about myself.

Brings back all the "A"s.

All right, well, let me help you.

You know the double-glazing business
for a start.

You're bubbly,

uniquely perceptive...

loyal.

You're making me sound like a dog.

I'd also say that,
once they get to know you properly,

you're the type of person
that people just wanna be around...

like, all of the time.

Sorry. It's not for me.

Gonna go now, Brian.

Oh, no, wait.

Carol, don't go, please.

Look...

is there something else
you wanna say to me, Brian?

Yes.

I think the Linda Lusardi issue
of Penthouse is missing, so...

if you see it knocking about,
just keep an eye out for it.

Goodbye, Brian.

[pop music playing]

Someone's made an impression
with our most important client.

- [sighs] Please don't.
- What?

Geoff just told me
he's rebooking the ad campaign

for the Profile Company with us next year.

He said your pitch was professional
and utterly charming,

despite Martin's presence.
His words, not mine.

- That's good, right?
- Yeah, congratulations.

I'm proud of you.

Tonight, we celebrate.

Fantastic. What's the plan, boss?

Geoff has very kindly offered
to take us out for dinner

to seal the deal,
and I'm just hoping that Sam

has a few more hours
of Geoff-wrangling left in her.

Yeah, of course. [laughs]

Daft question,
but just wondering if either of you

have got a spare grope-proof bodysuit
I could borrow?

[Vincent] Finally, Lavender got a lead

that Mick Murphy was a regular
at a local tavern

favored by the traveling community.

[stereo playing pop music]

♪ La, la, la la la... ♪

Excuse me, mate. I'm looking for
a Mick Murphy who I'm told drinks here.

I don't suppose you've heard of him?

All right, listen up, you reprobates.

This fella's looking for a Mick Murphy.

Have we got a Mick Murphy in tonight?

- I'm Mick Murphy.
- Oh, sorry, mate.

It's a different Mick Murphy.

- I'm Mick Murphy.
- I'm Mick Murphy.

- [woman] I'm Mick Murphy.
- I'm Mick Murphy.

- I'm Mick Murphy.
- No, no, I'm Mick Murphy.

- No, not him.
- Here you are, son.

If it makes you feel any better,

you're the fourth
double-glazing salesman this month.

What can I get you, mate?

[Vincent] While Lavender
was having his arse

handed to him
by the Mick Murphy collective,

Sam was having arse problems of her own.

So, I said, "Listen, love.

Just 'cause you got blood
coming out of your money slot

don't mean that you can talk to me
like a prize arsehole.'

[laughs] Now, what did she say to that?

She arrested me
and slapped me in handcuffs.

- Kinky.
- Serves you right.

Aye, it did. And that is why
I no longer drink gin, Sam.

Although I'd down a bottle
of Gordon's this minute

if you promised to handcuff me afterwards.

[chuckles]

Geoff, how old did you say
your daughter is?

- Fifteen.
- Oh, same age as my daughter.

- What size are her tits?
- Sorry?

Well, has she got
a pair of boobs on her yet?

Well, what can I say?
She's developing. [laughs]

Well, hopefully by the time
she gets her first job interview,

she'll have a pair big enough
to get her employer interested.

- [Martin chuckles]
- Now, now, Sam, that's sexist.

- It could be a woman.
- Well, she might be a lezzer.

- Easy, boysey.
- Anybody want more champagne?

[Sam] Mm.

Maybe you've had enough, Sam.

Hey. Maybe if she grows
a fantastic pair of hooters, Geoff,

she could come and work at Daddy's firm.

Okay, I get the message.

And who knows?

Play along with the boyseys,
drop the occasional hint

that she might let them
rest their dicks in her mouth,

and she could even climb the ladder,

maybe even take over the old man's empire.

For a much smaller salary, of course.

Yeah. I said I get it.

If you'll excuse me,
I'm just going to the loo.

[Martin] Yeah, I might-- I might join you.

Need to piss out some of these bubbles.

Sam, what are you doing?

- I'm going to bed.
- No, not that.

I mean-- Listen, forget it.

Why-- Why don't you let me call you a cab?

Believe it or not, Andrew, I've pushed
two children out of this money slot,

married a third fucking child,
raised them all,

and then gone back to work,
so I think I can manage

a short walk back to a different building.

[Sam] Sorry. You okay?

[doorbell rings]

Hello, Vincent.

No cold callers, please.

Oh, come on, Vincent.

We need to talk.

Look, if Ronnie would have told me
you were this against me joining,

I'd have stayed with Walshy.

That's big of you.

- Can I come in?
- No!

It is fine. Kids are asleep.

Fitzpatrick quit.

Ah. It's not as easy as it looks,
this man management lark, is it?

Look, I know you're pissed off,
but Cachet needs Vincent Swan

firing on all cylinders right now.

I'm offering a deal.

Let me manage the showroom for one month.

Lavender and Carol still get to call you
their boss, but we try things my way.

If, at the end of the month,
you still want me out,

I'll walk away and leave you to it.

And what's in it for you?

I don't spend all me energy fighting you,

and as a side-effect of all this peace,
love, and harmony,

we make tons of lovely cash.

I can accept your terms.

Great. I'll see you in the morning
for sales training.

Hmm. Sweet dreams.

Buddy, scotch and rocks, please.

[bartender]
I'll bring it over to you, sir.

Jesus, Sam. Why--

What the hell was that?

Look, if you've come to sack me,
fair enough.

I'm clearly not cut out for this.

I'm sorry I had to fuck up
your biggest account to figure that out.

I'm not here to sack you, Sam.

Look, no woman should have to put up
with that kind of bullshit.

You're an exceptional person,

and I'm proud to have you with me
at Millman Young.

Well, thank you.

And, listen, if that's what it takes
to get Geoff's account,

dangling you like some sort of carrot,
then frankly it's not worth it.

Okay. Well-- [clears throat]

Never been described as a carrot before.

[laughs] No, I didn't--

Relax. It's a joke. I'm joking.

Right.

You know, the most irritating part of this
is Vincent tried to warn me.

Oh, I mean, I can imagine Vincent

being right about anything
being incredibly irritating.

- I will drink to that.
- [laughs]

Cheers.

You're too good for him, Sam.

Yeah, tell me about it.

No, I mean it.

He doesn't deserve you.

Why did you even
give your marriage another go?

[scoffs] The usual, the kids,
the relentless sadness.

Worst thing about it is I still loved him,
even after all that.

You know that's supposed to be
the best part, right?

Mm.

Leave him.

[sighs] It's way past my bedtime.

No, no, I'm serious.

I'd help in any way I could. I--

I'd do anything for you, anything.

Please, leave him.

No, no, Andrew, please don't.

Look--

- I'm so, so sorry.
- No, please...

- I shouldn't have done that.
- Listen.

Please don't say sorry.

[sighs] Fuck, it's--
it's complicated, and it's late.

You are a wonderful man, really.
I just have this rule,

and I can only make one
Titanic-scale fuck-up per night,

so I'm gonna go to bed,
and I'm gonna prevent

a double maritime disaster from happening.

Okay.

Ship isn't sinking tonight.

It's unsinkable.

Night, Sam.

Good night, Andrew.

[pop music playing]

Okay, so hopefully you're starting
to see how role-play

is the most effective way
developing good rapport.

Embrace these techniques,
and you'll be able to close a deal

even after the customer finds out
you've slept with his wife.

Finally, something that could
come in handy.

Ha-ha.
Okay, let's try that as a final role-play.

Lavender, I want you
to close a deal with me.

Let's say I'm a 32-year-old man
called Vincent,

I'm ready to sign for a conservatory,

but I've just found out
you've slept with me wife.

[laughs] This is nonsense.

Clearly. Sam would never cheat on me
for this sack of spuds.

- [laughs]
- Hello, the Mensa twins.

This is a hypothetical situation. Come on.

Get this done, and I'll leave you be
for the rest of the day.

Fine. [clears throat]

Here we are then, Vincent.

If you could just sign here.

We'll take a 15% deposit today,
cash or check,

and we'll be back in touch within 48 hours
with a confirmed fitting date.

Why did you sleep with my wife?

Maybe if you could just sign,
and I'll take questions later.

When did it happen?
Was it when we were separated?

Sorry. Look, I don't really know
what we're achieving here.

Stay in the role, Lavender.

Rapport's the only thing
you can rely on here.

This doesn't really seem necessary now.

I blame meself, really.

I mean, how fucked
must my marriage have been

for Sam to have an affair
with me best mate?

What the fuck is going on here?

I mean, how did I, the great Vincent Swan,

let me wife slip so far away from me

that she'd fall in love with a man

so spineless he'd make a jellyfish
look upstanding?

Lavender?

I was gonna tell you, mate,
but you and Sam patched things up first.

I don't believe what I'm hearing!
You and Sam behind my back?!

I mean, to be fair,
you were openly in a relationship

with your son's teacher at the time.

You need to get the fuck out of here!

Vincent, we should probably
talk this through.

Oh, morning, everyone.

Really needed that lie-in.

I'm a big fan of these training mornings.

I said get the fuck out!
You're sacked!

I hate to be the bearer
of even more bad news,

but you don't have sole authority
for the hires and fires anymore.

No, no, that's fine. I'm going.

I'm sorry, Vincent.

Fuck you, Jo!

You fucking bitch.

Not in front of the children, Vincent.
Shall we take this upstairs?

Is this all part of the training?

[soft music playing]

[Sam] Hi.

Morning, Sam.

You sleep well?

Not particularly. You?

No. Not really.

I'm gonna get something from the buffet.

Be quick.
We, uh, gotta leave in five minutes.

Morning, boss, Samantha.

Now, that was some night.

Oh, I'm such an idiot.

Was Geoff furious?

No, on the contrary, Samantha,

Geoff felt so guilty
about being such a pig,

he committed his firm's
entire advertising budget

exclusively to Millman Young.

It's the biggest deal we've ever landed!

Amazing, eh, boss?

It's great news.

We better be going.

[Sam] Bloody hell. I'm shocked.

I guess you can teach an old boysey
new tricks.

I think you've turned Geoff
into a feminist, Sam.

My God, when did all this happen?

At 3:00 a.m. Got him plastered
and took him to a strip club.

That guy is such a feminist.

["Caribbean Queen
(No More Love On the Run)" playing]

Listen, now before you get
all Captain Caveman on me,

let me just say one thing.

Is everything all right between us?

You've barely said a word to me all day.

Ah, I've had a few things on my mind.

Okay, well, if it's about last night--

No, it's not about that, Sam.

[sighs] I've had some difficult
phone calls with the owner.

We haven't had the best year.

He's asked me to cut staff by 10%,

so I'm really sorry, Sam,

but I gotta let you go.

Oh. Shit.

Well, didn't you tell him
about the Geoff Kemp deal?

I thought that was a game changer.

I can give you two weeks' paid notice.

You don't have to come in to the office.

Well, I don't know
what's more disappointing,

you being worse than Geoff fucking Kemp
or Vincent being right again.

You really are a jumped-up little prick.

["Caribbean Queen
(No More Love On the Run)" continues]

Ah. Come to spend your 30 pieces of silver

on Corringham's number-one
double-glazing system, have you, Judas?

[laughs] I'm having second thoughts
about leaving Cachet, actually.

Oh, dear.
Well, unfortunately for you,

like a certain Mr. Paul Young,
I don't do second chances.

Yeah, I've already hired a young hotshot
to complete my sales team.

Seriously?
Are you fucking with me?

I'm not gonna beg.

Look, I warned you.

You snooze, you lose.

[car horn honks]

["2 Minutes to Midnight" playing]

♪ Kill for gain or shoot to maim ♪

♪ But we don't need a-- ♪

[engine and music stop]

- Gentlemen.
- [Lavender] This is your hotshot?

Got 'em to throw in a waxing
for free at the carwash, boss.

All right, Lavatory?
Had to part ways with the Anglian boys.

Turns out they couldn't handle
a maverick like me in the machine.

But I guess W-Windows is the w-winner

in this game of high-stakes poker,
eh, Bri? [clicks tongue]

It's W Windows, RJ.

For fuck's sake!

Well, in that case,
I've got a little gift for you.

Call it an opening-day bonus.

[pop music playing]

This mean we can cease
all the hostilities?

Some way to negotiate a peace settlement.

Well, they don't call me
Dr. Kissinger for nothing.

It's funny, isn't it?
Told you it'd happen.

[chuckles] Yeah, it's amazing.

I mean, how do you do it, Mystic Meg?

I just looked into your crystal balls.

[telephone rings]

Hello.

Yeah, uh, put her through, Carol.

Hello, sweetheart.
Yeah. Yeah, of course.

What, um, time does your train get in?

I'll see you there.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah.

Just gotta pick Sam up from the station.

- Look, about this, um--
- Oh, save your breath, Vincent.

I know how this speech goes.
You're a happily married man.

This was just a moment of madness.

Well, I'm not saying it wasn't
off-the-wall mind-blowing,

but we both know it can't become
a regular occurrence.

I'm not gonna run off and tell your wife,
if that's what you're worried about.

- Thanks for understanding.
- [laughs]

What's so funny?

Oh, I understand.

I'm not sure you do.

Well, maybe you can enlighten me.

This is checkmate,

the endgame, Vincent.

Either you buckle down
and work for me at Cachet,

or Sam finds out what an unredeemable cunt
she has for a husband.

[Vincent chuckles]

I'd congratulate you, Jo,

but, see,
unfortunately your plan relies heavily

on me giving a shit about anyone
other than myself.

Touché, Vincent.

I guess the only way to find out
is to call me bluff.

You got 48 hours to give me an answer.

That's plenty of time to work out
divorce settlement costs.

Well, off you run.

Don't want to keep
your sensational wife waiting.

[pop music playing]

Yeah, Lizzie doesn't let me
smoke these in the house.

She said that the smell
clings to the curtain.

I mean, personally,
I can't get enough of it.

The aroma of success.

But like my old man once told me,

the secret to a long and happy marriage
is to let them have small victories.

That was shortly before
his third wife had him killed,

but, still, he had a point.

Ronnie, I've taken a lot of shit
over this past year.

You've also taken 50 grand of my money.

Mm, strictly speaking, I didn't take it.
I was given it.

I'm sure you didn't drive
all the way out here

to discuss semantics, young Vincent.

This is about Jo, I take it.

I wanted to do this personally. Here.

And what's this?

My resignation.

I can't accept someone coming in over me.

She's coming in alongside you,
not over you.

I didn't have you down as a sexist, Vincent.

[laughs] I couldn't give two shits
if she's got tits, a dick,

or a Venus flytrap under her dress.

No, you are gonna have to make a decision.
It's her or me.

But I've already decided.

I want both of you.

So if that was all...

Right. Well, you don't always get
what you want in life, do you, Ronnie?

Well, I don't know about that, Vincent.

Sit down.

Fucking hell.

Right. Well, you've had your little paddy,
stamped your feet.

If you're smart, you might even still
walk away from me with a pay rise,

but talk to me like that again,

and you'll struggle to walk away
from anything, ever.

You got it?

Loud and clear.

Good boy. Now, look,
the reason I brought Jo in

is because she was hurting us.

Yeah, you're still the one I trust, Vinnie.

Which is why I need you to run 250 grand

in undeclared cash to Malta for me.

[Vincent] Now, Ronnie's cash was dirtier
than a nursing home's toilet floor,

but putting as much distance as possible
between myself and that devious bitch Jo

seemed like my only play for now.

I'll tear that little prick
a new arsehole.

Please.
I told you it wasn't his fault.

I couldn't hack it.
That's why I quit.

I'm still having words.

I just wanna leave all that shit
behind me.

Promise me you won't say anything.

[scoffs] All right.

I promise not to confront
the little prick.

However, I don't promise that the tires
on his Jag wouldn't get slashed.

Nor do I promise not to sign him up
for the National Youth Theatre.

That's better.

I know what the Swans need, a holiday.

Have you ever been to Malta before?

I'm so lucky to have you, Vincent Swan.

[Vincent] Mm.

Where the fuck is Malta?

[telephone rings]

Hello.

[RJ] Prepare to be happy, boss.

Who the fuck is this?

Oh, that's not Brian, is it?

Can I talk to Brian from W-Windows?

Double-fucking-U windows!
Hold on.

Brian, have you been hiring staff
without my say-so?

Oh, take a Valium, will you,
Walshy, all right?

It's a commission-only hire,

so the only cost to you is if he sells,
which I assume he has.

Pass him here.

[clears throat]

Ronnie J, what's happening?

Christ,
not Ronnie's fucking runt of a son?

I've only closed a deal for 50 grand,

but if that foulmouthed ignoramus
wants me out,

I'll go and tear up the contract.

No, no, no, no, no.
Let's all just calm down, shall we?

Yeah, no, I'm sure he's gonna be ecstatic

when he finds out you've
just closed a deal for 50 grand.

Don't tell him this.

It was only that chinless wonder Lavatory
who gave me the lead.

Oh, that is sweet.

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