Gangster No. 1 Page #2
No ambition. Not like Freddie.
Not like me.
Yeah?
Shut up a minute!
Turn that f***ing music off!
Eddie!
Turn it off!
Turn the music up, Eddie!
- Turn the music on.
- Turn the bloody music...
Right.
Boys...
- Get in the car.
- What?
The club's on fire.
- Club's on fire?
- See you later, love.
Come on, Derek.
Let's get a move on, Derek.
Come on.
All right, all right.
- How long you been here?
- Just pulled up.
- Did you see anyone?
- No.
No one on the door?
It was supposed to be Joe.
I don't know where he is.
- Everyone get out?
- Yeah, I think so.
Tell him.
I'm really sorry, Freddie.
What's he gonna do, take it
out of your wages? Tell him.
There were two of them.
Table six.
Ordered champagne.
Didn't eat nothing.
Couple of minutes after they left:
Whoosh!
- Lennie Taylor.
- Regulars, were they?
All right, it was an oversight.
She's paid for it.
All right, angel,
try and describe them.
What's he up to?
Lennie Taylor's goons.
Torching our club?
Lennie Taylor, you c*nt.
Think you're better than Freddie Mays?
Lennie-f***ing-Taylor,
you little piece of dead meat.
Pea-brained little f***!
What did I say?
What did I f***ing say?
Right out in the open!
What did I tell you?
What do you do?
What do you go and do?
- He was one of them.
- You shut your f***ing mouth!
What was I supposed to do?
He started the fire.
He f***ing shot at me.
F***!
Being flash and a coon...
...Roland had to be different.
Goes in with the shaft,
bends the f***ing thing.
I tell a lie,
breaks the f***ing thing.
Bish-bosh.
Mad John's doing his feet
with meticulous attention to detail.
Billy's doing his ribs.
Stone Age xylophone.
He'll be all right.
All right?
The c*nt's in traction
for the next nine months.
Might need a wheelchair!
Plastic surgeon!
All right?
It is not f***ing all right.
It is all f***ing wrong, you morons!
Saw him about a year later.
Some scarring, bit of a limp.
Seemed all right.
He bought me a drink.
What can I say?
He misbehaved.
Got punished.
F***!
Fore!
Should've seen the looks
when we returned the clubs.
Remember what I said?
"This is a delicate matter."
What do you do? You go
and give the c*nt a handicap.
F***ing grief you've caused me.
"F*** what Freddie says!"
Is that it, eh?
Is it?
There's the chair.
Who wants it?
There it is! Come on, who wants it?
Come on, who wants it?
No.
You ain't got the bollocks,
none of you.
And you, you c*nt!
Striding along like John Wayne, looking
for a f***ing bullet in your brain.
Arsehole!
Right.
that sh*t Lennie Taylor.
No. Sit down.
You.
You're coming with me.
- Now?
- Yes, now.
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