The Big I Am Page #2

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Not until we know

about the shipment!

Knocking him silly defeats

the whole object of torturing

in the first place!

Dick!

[Breathing heavily]

BARBER:

You come near me again...

I'll bite your f***ing heart out.

[Engine turns over]

Come on, liven up.

There's a lot of DNA

splashed around in there.

[Panting]

Oh, Jesus!

Open the door!

Open the door, you little f***er.

[Engine revs, tires squeal]

- 317 to control.

- What the f***'s going on?

Was that your car, sir?

No, it belongs to a colleague.

I'll need to speak to him

to get some details.

I'll get back to you, control.

Who nicked it?

Some offender I just disturbed

breaking into premises

in Claymore Street.

You chased him all the way here?

Yes, sir.

You're a credit to the force.

Is your colleague inside?

No.

Be my guest.

Bang.

[Cellphone rings]

All right, Robbo.

F***ing useless, the lot of you.

I'm surrounded by pricks.

If I tell you to do something,

f***ing do it.

Exactly what I tell you to do.

Don't try and use your initiative

'cause you ain't f***ing got any.

You f***ing smarten yourselves up.

- You taking the f***ing piss, Skinny?

- What?

Patrick's caught.

You're out.

- I'm a better f***ing runner.

- You tipped them off.

F*** off!

[Gun draws]

If I find out any f***ing different,

you're a dead man, you understand?

I want my money.

Or maybe I'll visit your sister...

...take it out on her.

[Gun c*cks]

Tonight.

P*ssy hole!

[Cellphone rings]

Hello?

Don?

He can't come to the phone right now.

Can I take a message?

You tell him Frankie called.

You need to make some money,

sound of things.

[Pills rattle]

What's your name?

Mickey.

Do I know you from somewhere,

Mickey?

Yeah, you do.

I'm the geezer that just got you out

of the f***ing boot.

Now, where's me money?

I'll give you 5 grand.

- I'm gonna need 10.

- I said 5.

How about I call

that Frankie geezer back

and see what he's offering, yeah?

You'd do that, son?

[Cellphone rings]

F*** me, it's him.

Don?

No, it ain't.

Then who the f***ing f*** is this?

I'm a, uh... friend of Don's.

Don ain't got no friends.

Now, where is he?

It'll cost you.

Who's that, then?

The kid who nicked the motor.

He's still got Don.

He wants to sell him back to us.

I can't f***ing wait.

[Chuckles]

So, what you doing tied up in the back

of a Beemer on a Saturday night?

You throw in the piece,

I'll make it 10.

Can I have it up front?

F*** off, sonny.

You be here when I get back.

I was kind of thinking about...

I'll see you in a minute.

[Siren wails in distance]

Evening, sir.

Look at the f***ing state of it,

Frankie.

What the f*** am I gonna do?

Maybe it'll grow back.

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