– Boss!… Boss!… Boss!
– Alright, alright…
– Get over ‘ere.
– Oi… Look, I need someone for a job, a raid on a cheap wine warehouse. You in tonight?
– How long?
– What?
– How long’s it gonna take?
– We’ll have it done and dusted in half an hour.
– Fine.
– Right, so what time then?
– Whenever you want, mate.
– Sound. I’ll be there in the evening, yeah? Bring a crowbar and an axe.
– Got it…
– You comin’ too? You up for the wine warehouse job? The raid?
– What?
– The wine warehouse, the raid. You in?
– Nah…
– Why not?
– Where is it?…
– You’ve got a bike. Oi…
– Where is it, though?
– In Mikulczyce.
– Bloody hell, forget that.
– So you’re out then?
– (Silent)
– But you’re in, right? And will you actually wash your ears for once?
– Fine, I’ll wash ‘em, yeah.
– Right then, catch ya later.