Hello, Franco.

Simon.

But you're not...

I'm out.

"Out"?

Aye. **** shut up.

Yeah, sorry if I seemed a little shocked to see you, Frank. It's just... Well, I was gonna... I was gonna deal with this myself and then give you the good news, but... You're not gonna believe this. So, two days ago, I got a call from an old friend of mine. Gav Temperly. You remember him?

Aye.

Anyway. He's on business in Amsterdam. And he's in a café one morning, and he hears this voice beside him. A whiny, ****y voice.

No.

So he turns around, right? This is two **** days ago. I'm just getting over it myself. There he is.

Holy **** moly.

Hasn't changed in 20 years. Very same smug, little ****y grin across his ugly face.

For ****'s sake!

Aye, Renton. Mark **** Renton. Living in Amsterdam all this time on our money.

****. Did Renton clock him?

No. So Gav followed him. He went into an office block not far from the center of town. And Gav had to split then, but he's gonna go back. He's gonna hang out, he's gonna follow Renton home, and then...

And we're gonna pay him a visit.

Exactly.

I need a passport.

I can get you one. I'll take some weapons. Well, we can probably get weapons there, Franco.

Aye. Probably. They've got that kind of stuff in Amsterdam, eh?

Aye. Now, the important thing is for you to keep your head down. Low profile till the passport comes through, till I get the tickets. 'Cause this is an opportunity, Frank.

Right.

I'm gonna **** tear him to pieces.

You most definitely **** will.

Simon and I do not sleep together.

No? I had wondered.

Once, but...