The Big I Am Page #3

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Maybe they can tear a strip

off your ass and graft it on

like Zsa Zsa f***ing Gabor.

- It ain't f***ing funny.

- Stop whinging.

- [Screams]

- [Groans]

[Breathing shakily]

Who sold me?

Okay.

Have it your own way...

you dozy c*nt.

[TV playing indistinctly,

cellphone rings]

Keys?

Hey, man. How's it going?

Yeah, bit of a strange night here,

to be honest.

Listen, I think I can pay Robbo off,

though.

F***ing brilliant, yeah?

[Laughter on TV]

Hey, man, listen...

I've been smoking

the spider weed, yeah?

And it makes you feel

exactly one centimeter tall.

[Snickers]

See you, man.

Mickey, what's going on?

MICKE Y:
Nothing.

Why are you sending

your miniature friends 'round?

Look, if you're in trouble, you've --

No, everything's sweet, Bets.

Mick?

It's not your first time

on the wrong end, then, eh?

You ever thought about

giving it another crack?

Tooley Street, was it?

[Engine turns over]

[Dialing]

[Tires screech]

Good evening, Mr. Barber.

Give him the keys.

Lose the motor, Gregory.

Two coming up.

You're Don Barber, ain't you?

Liza!

Like a drink?

What are you worried about?

What happens next.

We all wonder that.

That's the trouble with the present.

There, good as new.

- Good.

- But I do recommend --

Have you spoken to Floyd

about tomorrow night?

Yes. No problem.

I'll leave you these.

They're prescription,

so you might be feeling

some sort of nausea.

Having a Glock wrapped around

your skull -- that's f***ing nausea.

How are you, darling?

A sight better than some.

[Moaning, grunting]

[Laughs]

When you didn't call, I was worried.

What?

I was worried.

About?

You.

You ain't here to worry about me,

darling.

[Paper rustles,

safe closes, beeps]

[lndistinct radio chatter]

[Camera shutter clicks]

So raise your fee.

It's f***ing money, Oscar.

It's always as f***ing simple

as that.

Just f***ing call him.

Well, Johnny won't ignore my call.

Can't give you

any more of my love

I can't give you

any more of my love

I hear you beg for more

But you've had enough

I can't give you

any more of my love

That's lawyers for you.

Professional ethics cost

a f***ing fortune.

A deal to you

you'll never forget

I'm a love machine

I'm a young boy's dream

I am a love machine

There's your cash.

Na zdorovie!

You can't take it

when I bring you down

Why do you suffer

when I push you all around?

It's the dirty little things

that you never allow

Move over,

let me show you how

[Ringing]

[Cellphone rings]

Chief?

Yeah. No, I kind of got plans.

Yeah, you know, like plans.

Love is not mine

Girl like me

is so hard to find

I'm a love machine

I'm a young boy's dream

Duty calls, babe.

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