[Mark walks up to Simon sitting on a stone wall at a coastal town]
Mark: I didn't know.
Simon: Okay, okay. I might've heard something. I'm sorry I didn't mention it.
Mark: You might've heard something?
Simon: All right, **** it. I knew. I knew, and I could have served you up to him on a plate any time I wanted to.
Mark: I bet you were **** looking forward to it, too, weren't you?
Simon: Yeah, yeah, I was. I was looking forward to it.
Mark: I ought to **** kill you.
[Van pulls up]
Mark: **** is this?
[Door opens and a slavic-looking young mafia-esque man gets out and says; "Get in".]
Doyle: It's Mark and Simon, right? Do you know who I am? Good. So you know that I own a couple of saunas in the north of Edinburgh. In fact, you boys should know, I own all the saunas in Edinburgh. So your venture was never gonna happen, was it? I couldn't have you on my doorstep in competition for my members of staff, for my clientele. It was never gonna happen, Simon, was it?
Simons: No, Mr. Doyle.
Doyle: Right answer. I wouldn't let it happen. And it's not gonna happen, right? Thankfully for you two, I've done some due diligence on you, and what I hear [Scene of Doyle is showing their picture on his phone to sauna girls who nod in recognition] is you're a couple of losers. Two absolute losers. How's that sound, Simon?
Simon: Yeah, yeah, that's probably right enough.
Doyle: Aye. "Probably right enough." Right answer. Take your clothes off. All of them. ****'s sake.
...
[Mark and Simon are walking through dairy pastures completely nude]
Mark: "Probably right enough, Mr. Doyle."
Simon: If you groveled a bit more, we might not be going home in the buff.
Mark: At least I have my dignity.
Simon: Is that what you're calling it?
Mark: Are you ready?
Simon: No.
Mark: Come on.
Mark: I didn't know.
Simon: Okay, okay. I might've heard something. I'm sorry I didn't mention it.
Mark: You might've heard something?
Simon: All right, **** it. I knew. I knew, and I could have served you up to him on a plate any time I wanted to.
Mark: I bet you were **** looking forward to it, too, weren't you?
Simon: Yeah, yeah, I was. I was looking forward to it.
Mark: I ought to **** kill you.
[Van pulls up]
Mark: **** is this?
[Door opens and a slavic-looking young mafia-esque man gets out and says; "Get in".]
Doyle: It's Mark and Simon, right? Do you know who I am? Good. So you know that I own a couple of saunas in the north of Edinburgh. In fact, you boys should know, I own all the saunas in Edinburgh. So your venture was never gonna happen, was it? I couldn't have you on my doorstep in competition for my members of staff, for my clientele. It was never gonna happen, Simon, was it?
Simons: No, Mr. Doyle.
Doyle: Right answer. I wouldn't let it happen. And it's not gonna happen, right? Thankfully for you two, I've done some due diligence on you, and what I hear [Scene of Doyle is showing their picture on his phone to sauna girls who nod in recognition] is you're a couple of losers. Two absolute losers. How's that sound, Simon?
Simon: Yeah, yeah, that's probably right enough.
Doyle: Aye. "Probably right enough." Right answer. Take your clothes off. All of them. ****'s sake.
...
[Mark and Simon are walking through dairy pastures completely nude]
Mark: "Probably right enough, Mr. Doyle."
Simon: If you groveled a bit more, we might not be going home in the buff.
Mark: At least I have my dignity.
Simon: Is that what you're calling it?
Mark: Are you ready?
Simon: No.
Mark: Come on.
[ Mark walks up to Simon sitting on a stone wall at a coastal town ]
Mark : I didn't know.
Simon : Okay, okay. I might've heard something. I'm sorry I didn't mention it.
Mark : You might've heard something?
Simon : All right, **** it. I knew. I knew, and I could have served you up to him on a plate any time I wanted to.
Mark : I bet you were **** looking forward to it, too, weren't you?
Simon : Yeah, yeah, I was. I was looking forward to it.
Mark : I ought to **** kill you.
[ Van pulls up ]
Mark : **** is this?
[ Door opens and a slavic-looking young mafia-esque man gets out and says; "Get in". ]
Doyle : It's Mark and Simon, right? Do you know who I am? Good. So you know that I own a couple of saunas in the north of Edinburgh. In fact, you boys should know, I own all the saunas in Edinburgh. So your venture was never gonna happen, was it? I couldn't have you on my doorstep in competition for my members of staff, for my clientele. It was never gonna happen, Simon, was it?
Simons : No, Mr. Doyle.
Doyle : Right answer. I wouldn't let it happen. And it's not gonna happen, right? Thankfully for you two, I've done some due diligence on you, and what I hear [ Scene of Doyle is showing their picture on his phone to sauna girls who nod in recognition ] is you're a couple of losers. Two absolute losers. How's that sound, Simon?
Simon : Yeah, yeah, that's probably right enough.
Doyle : Aye. "Probably right enough." Right answer. Take your clothes off. All of them. ****'s sake.
...
[ Mark and Simon are walking through dairy pastures completely nude ]
Mark : "Probably right enough, Mr. Doyle."
Simon : If you groveled a bit more, we might not be going home in the buff.
Mark : At least I have my dignity.
Simon : Is that what you're calling it?
Mark : Are you ready?
Simon : No.
Mark : Come on.
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