The Long Good Friday (1980)
Dave King: Parky
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Quotes
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Harold : [pouring a drink for Parky] Here.
Harold : [to Razors] Ey, give us that case.
Harold : [to Parky] You can check it out, will you?
Parky : What is it?
Harold : It's the bomb from the casino.
Parky : You're driving around with a bleeding bomb?
Harold : It's awright. It's been disconnected.
Parky : I'll get the bomb people to have a look at it.
Harold : No Parky, get it checked out privately, right?
Parky : Cheers.
Harold : Cheers. I wanna the name of your top grass
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Harold : I want action on this, Parky.
Parky : Well, the Yanks are clean. We checked them out.
Harold : Yeah, you gotta go down to a third division messenger to even come up with a sniff of villainy with that lot. What about Tottenham?
Parky : They can't even nick car batteries without being electrocuted.
Harold : Yeah. Some of the Clancy mob are out?
Parky : Nah. This is too... ah... accomplished to them. Besides, no one's had his teeth pulled out.
Harold : Yeah. The spades?
Parky : Do they overlap?
Harold : [shaking his head] I've never dealt in narcotics. 'Ow would I know? And what they're after. Do I?
Parky : Well, I'll check it out. I'm sorry about Colin.
Harold : Yeah, I'm putting 'im in the missing persons' list. That should 'old it off for a while.
Parky : It's just as well... a commissioner poking around.
Harold : Well, stall 'im. I should've this sorted out by this afternoon, I'm 'oping.
Parky : We're looking forward to this deal of yours, Harold, with the Yanks for the legitimisation of your corporation. I don't like fuss, I can't in mixed areas. At ten years there hasn't been no aggro, and it has all been down to you, Harold. You've had it under control. Do yourself a favour. Get this lot under control before a heavy mops you like a ton of old shit.
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Harold : I wanna the name of your top grass.
Parky : No way, Harold.
Harold : I can get more out of 'im than you can.
Parky : That's true.
Harold : Do you realise how much this deal is gonna be worth in 1988, dear? Billions. I'll cut you in for percentages for the name of your grass.
Parky : He trusts me, Harold.
Harold : I trust you.
Parky : I've known 'im for a lot of years.
Harold : Then you should remember 'is name, shouldn't you?
Parky : If I give it to you...
Harold : No ifs, Parky.
Parky : A percentage?
Harold : Yeah.
Parky : Erroll.
Harold : Erroll, the ponce from Brixton?
Parky : [leaving] Yeah.
Harold : Can't trust nobody.
[to Razors]
Harold : Did you 'ear all that?
Razors : Yeah.
Harold : [opening the car door] Brixton. C'mon.