move it, come on move" i t . vinny enters the pawn shop.
alright sol, lincoln. they are in deep discussion and only lincoln responds.
we have told you before lincoln, you  stick to being a gangster and leave this game to me and sol.
err, it's a dog sol.
it's in here, what's the problem, it's only a dog.
those gypsies, they threw it in with a load of moody gold. sol considers this and decides it can't be all bad.
does it look dangerous?
if it farts we'll all be out.
jesus, where did you come from?
oi sol, boris is here.
they give him wind. tyrone turns round to complain, and narrowly misses a car.
hey watch the road! fuck me, you want this man to drive us sol? can you drive mate?
sol why's he talking like a black man?
roots and what?
got it. it wasn't exactly what i was expecting, mind. mean looking bastard though, that's for sure. sol unzips a bag. inside is a ridiculously powerful shotgun.
it's a shotgun sol.
it will raise hell my old son.
the are psychological advantages to a gun that looks like it can perforate the moon.
what the fuck are you doing?
are you serious,? you' re a getaway driver, you're not here to show your fuckin car off. . the machine starts. they do the windows up and that point the dog lets out a fart. the water starts to hit the windshield so they can't undo the windows. there is more an atmosphere of disbelief than of concrete anger.
you can't leave him on his own, not to begin with, he gets homesick.
he does. if he gets the chance he runs back to the gypsies' campsite.
i don't know sol, i am not a dog. ask him. it' s like he's got a fuckin homing beacon. give him the chance and he's off.
what have you stopped here for? what's wrong with that space?
what are you talking about, tight? you could land a jumbo fuckin jet in there.
a natural fuckin idiot. tyrone, what have you done?
well don't move it now, otherwise people will see the damage. what did you do that for? ^
eh? it's a four ton truck. it' s not as though i t ' s a ferret fuckin a flea is it?
funny angle? it was behind you tyrone, whenever you reverse things come from behind you. i am not happy sol. - the dog starts whining.
give him something to shut him up.
how am i going to get it out?
do you think he'll be alright? sol shrugs.
well let's not stand on ceremony, let's start the show. they get out of the van and go up to the bookies, leaving tyrone in the van. there's a double set of glass doors. sol pushes them open, and vinny walks in first, while sol hangs back with the shotgun.
you can start by giving me all your money.
it. belongs to me now. vinny then leans over the counter to get menacing. pauline looks more than a little concerned
if you know what's good for.  he is cut short, as pauline triggers a button under the counter and a security screen comes flying up at a very rapid rate of knots protecting all the counters. this has the unfortunate consequence of taking vinny with it. poor vin is shot straight to the ceiling, all we can see is half a body and his desperately searching for ground legs. needless to say this leaves sol in a bit of a bewildered state. he's looking the wrong way at the critical moment and is left wondering what happened, not having seen vince impaled on the ceiling. sol extracts the enormous shotgun.
how do i look like i am doing you fucking idiot? i would be doing a lot better if you would stop using my name. consoled that his colleague is not dead it's back to business for sol. he raises the gun and pulls his fiercest face.
can we just get out of here please. i am not feeling too funny. sol's temper does have a limit.
he should be here in a minute. well get him to open it. vinny turns to franky who has tape over his eyes.
oi, you, four fingers, how are we going to get into your case?
you look at us and it's good night. vinny takes it off. franky blinks at the revelation of light. and gets busy opening the case .
and?
i don't believe this. why are you carrying round a case with this little in it? . .
err, because we didn't. now boris we have or rather you have a problem.
keep it. we want this, or at least half of this.
i am afraid it's too late for that boris. - he holds up the diamond. boris1 eyes follow him as he walks back into the room where franky is and puts the diamond back into the case while he's talking and changes the combination.
we want half and that's because we are being generous. we could by rights keep the whole fuckin stone. boris grimaces and pulls out a gun from god knows where, and within a second shoots poor franky in the face. franky's body disappears off the stool that he was sitting on. the black guys are stunned into silence.
well i don't.
lincoln, who is this man?
well thank you, that's a large weight off my mind.
but would you mind very much telling me who the' fuck you are? other than a man that feeds people to pigs of course. the door opens and we see john, who is wearing a pair of extremely large plastic gloves, showing brick top the shotgu that he has found.
no wonder that sneaky fuckin russian didn't want to do it.
do you know where he keeps em? they find the right key.
jesus. what's going on here?
what are we gonna do with em sol?
do they look hard?
 they're replicas.
well come on let's have em. pause while they consider this.
well come on.
how do you know? they're replicas, what do you know about replicas? sol looks at the gun and frowns, "what does he know about replicas"? he pulls the trigger. he fires one shot. it is very loud, the gun goes off near tyrone's ear, he buckles in . pain. the car does a massive swerve and everything nearly ends in disaster, all the windows shatter including the windshield . tyrone regains some control over the car.
well just how fuckin loud did you think it was going to be? it's a- fucking gun sol, guns are renowned for making a loud fucking noise whenever you pull the trigger.
i didn't mean try it in the fuckin car sol.
right now i am not concerned with putting the shits into em sol, i am " " . concerned about taking the pain out of my ringing fucking ears. look what you did to poor tyrone. tyrone you alright? he taps tyrone on the shoulder. tyrone looks up.
are you alright? tyrone spins in his seat and answers a little too loudly.
you idiot what have you done?
the is a dead russian on my lap sol i am not thinking about hitting anybody right now.
well get down, the last thing we want him to see is three brothers wearing ski masks.
i'11 never forgive you sol. sol taps tyrone on the shoulder.
lo number three, he said pull the blind down. he still can't hear him. this is minorly embarrassing.
i'll sort it. .
pass it me. hands hesitates.
err. .
the gun you prick. sol goes for one, and vin goes for the other.
i know sorry doesn't mean fuck all, but we are game on, what do you want us to do?
he's got it.
i changed the stone.
i changed it. i know brick top knows nothing about stones.
yeah well i didn't expect them to lock us up in here did i?
it's at lincoln's.
waiting for us to pick it up.
well we are going to get fucked sol what do you think is going to happen? the door opens.
next door. they open the door.
it was over there. he points to a pile of chewed up cushions.
we left it in a box over there.  somewhere. he walks over and finds the remains of the box.
i t ' s empty.
you can't do that.
stop! i can see it. i can see the stone. hands at the point of entry stops. vinny hops over to the stone and picks it up. tony lets the dog stand but keeps a grip oh the collar. the dog is relieved to be semi-liberated. hands is still on his knees armed with an incredulous stare.
they can't be far.
there they are.
but he always came back.
watch your mouth you cheeky shite.