Hustle

So, I thought I should set up

a meeting for tomorrow morning.

Would you like me to bring

the cash with me, George?

That would be great, yes.

Excellent.

Here's to a profitable union.

Are we solvent again?

We are, for now.

But this won't last us for long.

Oh, Albert will come through.

He always does.

Yeah, yeah.

Right out.

You got to get us a decent place, Ash.

I'm working on it.

Can you work a bit quicker, please?

- Look, we've been through every major hotel in London.

The couple we could have used,

you naused up with dodgy credit cards.

I'm not being funny, mate, okay?

We need a new gaff, 'cause I can smell cats.

Look, I told you.

I'm working on it, all right?

- All right, how about I share a room with Stacie, then?

Make things a bit more, you know, bearable.

For who?

All right.

I know what this is all about.

About the Vegas thing, innit?

Yeah, yeah.

They were identical cases, okay?

It could have happened to anybody.

Except, it happened to you.

- Yeah, every penny we had was in that case.

All you had to do was switch cases.

How hard can it be?

All right.

Hold a grudge, why don't you?

We will.

- I'll give Albert a call, see if we're on.

Clive Hemmings?

The man I came in with.

Is there any news?

He's fine.

His family are with him now.

Michael?

No, no, no.

Nothing, nothing.

Just a little hiccup.

We need this one, Albert.

I've never let you down yet.

I'll call you as soon as we're ready to go.

Don't tell me where to park, son.

I can park where I like.

So the Bentley's in an ambulance bay,

what're you gonna do?

Fine me?

I could buy the flaming car park.

I could buy this bleeding hospital.

And you and your missus.

So get out of my face, all right?

So, what are you?

Old bill?

CIA.

Why can some people manage

to catch the barman's eye and I never can?

Oi, Henry, Harris,

or whatever your bloody name is.

Hannu.

Serve the man.

What can I get for you, sir?

Scotch on the rocks, lots of rocks.

Well, you obviously have the knack for it.

- Well, it shouldn't be hard, I own the gaff.

Oi, Elvis!

What did I tell you about playing that crap?

- You wanna do your own songs, go on Pop Idol.

It's supposed to be a sing-along night, you know,

where you play songs people already know,

so they can sing along to them?

The clue's in the title.

Dickhead.

Can I buy you a drink?

James Parkinson.

Benny Frazier.

Albie.

- We were just about to send out a search party.

Are we on?

- Would you like the good news or the bad news?

The bad news.

Hemmings had a heart attack.

He's in St Mary's hospital.

So the score's off?

I'm afraid so.

And the good news?

I found a last-minute replacement.

Benjamin Frazier, a rather vulgar gentleman

who owns 16 licensed clubs and pubs across the East End.

- Benny the boozer. - You know him?

- Oh, I've never met him, but I know of him yeah.

Nasty piece of work.

He bought the Iron Duke in Bow

about 20 years ago, a right dive it was.

Fights every night.

Benny turned it round by beating the crap

out of the troublemakers.

- What a nice man. - Exactly.

He's a major importer of booze.

Nobody asks any questions because of all the bars he runs.

What they don't know is that he uses his alcohol shipments

as a cover for smuggling in Eastern Europeans.

The police have been after him for a while,

but they could never get anything on him.

Rumor is he hands out backhanders like it was confetti.

Also, he married above himself, some rich sort.

Showers her with expensive presents, you know?

You said 250, right?

- Come on, Benny, this is the genuine article.

It's five grand's worth.

- I'll give you 250. - No, man.

Come on, it's for the wife.

I don't care who it's for.

All right, all right.

You want to haggle with me.

Call it 200 for cash, shall we?

So, we use the wife then, yeah?

Well, that's what I thought at first,

then I discovered he has a greater weakness.

Which is?

He has a 17 year-old son, Joey,

who's a budding rap star.

Rap.

Well, is he any good?

Who knows?

But Benny indulges him.

Oh, wicked.

So, what's our in?

- Well, I told him I had a friend who has a son

who owns a small record company.

Do you mind?

It's not like you to be bashful.

You shouldn't go sneaking up on people.

Well, you didn't lock the door.

Claustrophobic.

What do you want?

Oh, sweet.

Yeah, I found him here.

- Sing. - Eh?

Sing.

What for?

Because I need you to.

- Sing what? - Anything.

Come on.

It's not like you to be shy.

Okay.