Wilson (Terence Stamp) talks to the local head DEA agent (Bill Duke) after nearly being killed and stealing an agent's badge. Wilson: How you doin’ then? Alright, are ya? Now look, squire, you’re the governor. I can see that. I’m on your manor now, so there’s no need to get your knickers in a twist. Whatever this bollocks is that’s going down between you and that slag Valentine, it’s got nothing to do with me. I couldn’t care less, alright, mate? Let me explain to you. When I was in prison . . . the second time, uh, no tellin’ a lie, third stretch, yeah, third, third. There was this screw what really had it in for me, and that geezer was top of my list. Two years after I got sprung, I sees him in Arnold Park. He’s sittin’ on a bench feedin' bloody pigeons. There was noone about, I could've gone up behind him and snapped his f&ckin' neck. (claps hands) Wallop! But I left it. I could've knobbled him, but I didn't. 'Cause what I thought I wanted wasn't what I wanted. What I thought I was thinkin' about was something else. I didn't give a toss. It didn't matter, see? This berk on the bench wasn't worth my time. It meant sod-all in the end, 'cause you gotta make a choice: when to do something and when to let it go. When it matters and when it don't. Bide your time. That's what prison teaches you if nothing else. Bide your time, and everything becomes clear, and you can act accordingly.


DEA agent: And what would that be?
Wilson: The reasons?

Wilson: I would hazard a guess that whatever you’re after involves a considerable sum of money.
DEA agent: And that’s not what lights your fire?

DEA agent: You’re not from around here, are you?
Wilson shakes head.

Wilson: Me? ID? No. No. When your chaps went through my pockets, there was nothing there.
DEA agent: What’s your connection to Terry Valentine?

DEA agent: (interrupting) You think Terry Valentine screwed me out of some deal?
Wilson: It wouldn’t surprise me. I mean, he’s about as straight as a dog’s hind leg. What could this deal have been, I wonder, to have set in motion such an unfortunate chain of events?


DEA agent: (interrupting) The security guy that works with Valentine, he’s the one who sent those creeps after you.
Wilson: I shouldn’t wonder. Yeah. Must have done.



Wilson: Shame about the money, though, going into Valentine’s pocket and not yours.
DEA agent: (Camera moves over the agent's left shoulder out the window. The action then goes outside where other agents are burning heroin) I don’t give a sh!t about the money. Personally, I prefer the heroin. See, crooks move faster than the system, so we’re gonna clean up the neighborhood, we don’t have time to wait for things like search warrants and trials. Procedure becomes whatever you gotta do on the day.
Wilson: Yeah. Cheers, mate. (returns the agent's badge)
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