Snack Bar Budapest Page #2

the benefits, maybe not right now...

but before summer.

A whole new world!

Starting right here.

I got three hotels...

all for a pittance because

business was going so badly.

The ground floor of one burned down,

another was done over twice.

The owner of the third decided to sell to me

after 24 hours.

- Mutual interest.

- I bet.

No, Mr Lawyer, I don't think you

really understand.

Just picture it...

A city full of people set on having fun

with money to burn.

They are there simply to gamble,

get drunk and catch the clap.

An enormous theme park of a city.

You out down a few pine trees...

and build a karting circuit

and conference hall...

to stage magic shows and

a Miss Golden C*nt.

Slap bang in the city center...

a skyscraper of a casino

bigger than in America...

full of Swiss and Milanese.

On the enormous terrace...

squeezed in among the men in black tie

and women in evening dress...

an illuminated boxing ring...

where two blacks fight for the European title...

beating the hell out of each other...

egged on by a frenzied audience, bookies, tannoys...

whipped into a frenzy at the sight

of such violence.

- Do you dream?

- I sleep to get some sleep.

- Well, you can't sleep tonight.

- Why?

I'm throwing a party for Faffo.

It's true.

It's true alright, nobody gets to sleep

tonight, Faffo's coming home.

Shame my sister's in hospital getting deflated.

She'll be on her feet tomorrow,

she can work with her ass for a bit.

Girls back to work, boys with me -

we're taking Mr Lawyer to the flicks.

- How much does the Commander pay?

- I get 1.5 of the five he gives Sapo.

- But I get most mornings free.

- To do what?

Sleep.

Do you like porn films?

Sex makes me want to smoke.

Even when other people are at it.

I just like cartoons.

Fire!

Delinquents! This is my job.

Work is for losers.

Good.

Very good.

This cinema is indecent, if you hadn't

done this, I'd have done it myself.

Come on out, we won't hurt you... much

Out or I kill you.

I'll count to three, if you don't come out...

you're dead meat.

One...

Two...

Two and a half...

And three quarters...

Please don't nun us,

we're not doing any harm to nobody.

Let us go, we've got nothing to do

with any of this.

What did we do?

Three minus not much - I'm going

to slit your throat.

He corrupts little kids, he's a pig,

out him up.

Good man.

I don't want to see you in here again,

you bore me, you make me sad.

Done.

That's that.

Who transformed everything he touched

to gold?

Donald Duck's dad.

You're amazing.

I can buy the cinema now.

Come to the tent at 8pm.

It's a party for Faffo! Don't miss it!

You know he smacked a judge, years back.

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