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: Ah! They fucking shot me! Dog
: Well, fucking shoot 'em back!
: Jesus, Plank, couldn't you have got smokeless cartridges? I can't see a bloody thi - Ah! Shit! I've been shot! Dog
: I don't fucking believe this! Can everyone stop gettin' shot?
: What the fuck is that? Mickey
: It's me bren gun. Dog
: Couldn't you have thought of something more practical?
: I'll find you... I'll find you. Bacon
: 'Course you will sweetheart!
[Ties Dog's hands behind him
: I'll find you. Bacon
: What d'you think this is? Fucking hide and seek?
: So we've got a bit of a problem, ain't we? In fact, this is a bit more than a bit of a problem. I'd say it's the Mount fucking Everest of problems! And the reason it's such a fucking monstrosity of a problem is, *you haven't got the first idea who did this to us, have ya*? Plank
: We've been up all night. It's no one from round here. We've had 'em all lined up against the wall. If it was a toerag from the manor, we'd know. Dog
] You'd know? You'd fucking know? You wouldn't know if it was the next door *fucking* neighbours! Get out there and find them! I'm sick of the fucking sight of ya!
[Kicks Plank's head through a wall, revealing a set of listening equipment
: Golf - the best way to spoil a good walk. Winston Churchill said that. I say it's a dog-eat-dog world. And I got bigger teeth than you two.
: Where the fuck did she come from?
: That is it. Tie her up. We're outta here.
: So they had the cash. Paul
: And the puff. Dog
: Cheeky bastards. Count it. John
: Shit, Dog. There's a lot. Don't you wanna do it next door? Dog
: We're not going next door until we flay them dead men walking.