Plunkett & Macleane Page #2

...I'm a gentleman

and, well, no offence intended...

...but would you mind awfully f***ing off?

Whoops. Sorry. What to do

with these f***ing beggars.

Bastards!

Ooh, hello.

- No, I didn't think so.

- Apparently some sort of child prodigy.

- What, on the piano?

- Yes.

Course, the problem is...

You know the rich...

...but you ain't one.

They're laughing at ya.

- Poppycock.

- I could set you up.

Young man.

More money than sense.

They'd welcome you with open arms.

Then you'd discover

who was worth stealing from.

When. Where.

Right?

I'm not sure.

I'm sick of taking scraps.

I'm talking...

...big.

- You forget something. I have morals.

- Oh, do ya?

Most definitely. Yes, I do.

How big?

Big.

America. One or two big jobs, then I'm off.

- Hm. Hardly a place for a gentleman.

- Exactly.

I've got the brains, skill...

And you can pass yourself off

as a gentleman.

You in or out?

To pass as a gentleman I would need

a good address, exquisite clothes...

...servants, a huge pile of loot.

Let's shop.

- # You are my whore

- Here we are, sir.

# You are the one I adore

# You're the one

# My heart beats for

# You are my whore

# Even now, old and poor

# You're the one

that my twisted heart beats for

# You are my whore

# Like the dog, I will gnaw

# Like the dog, a dog

# I will paw

# You are my whore

# On my knees on the floor

What?

# You're the one, the one

# I adore

# You're the one

that my twisted heart beats for

What?

The walk?

Everyone's doing it this summer.

Come on, then.

Don't let playing the gentleman

go to your head.

All of this is business.

I wouldn't be seen

dead with you otherwise.

Wanker.

Oi! Catch.

Spend it wisely.

- So, who are we looking for?

- Old friend. Knows everyone.

Oi! Ten says the black kills the white.

- Rochester!

- Hello. You're looking rather dashing.

- Last I heard...

- Yes?

...you were in the vagrant cage. Again.

Vicious rumour.

I have rooms at the Athena.

Really? Hm.

I must come up and see you sometime.

Still swinging both ways, Rochester?

Jamie...

...I swing every way!

Twenty to one, then?

Well, hello. And who is this

delightful piece of rough?

- My man.

- Really?

Don't you just love a juicy cockfight?

Hm?

Oh, please.

Ten guineas, I believe.

- Did you know something I didn't?

- I know everything.

- So where's the game tonight then?

- Chez moi.

And do bring your man

along with you, won't you?

Home, please, and don't spare the horses.

- F***!

- Oh!

Bad luck, Jamie.

Mm! I win. I win.

Again.

There you are, my darling.

Have a chocolate.

Not your night, Jamie, hm?

I'll win it back.

So, who else does

fortune favour this evening?

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