War on Everyone Page #2

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Reggie Hayes.

Reggie Hayes.

He, uh, changed it, though, didn't he?

Changed his name.

Joined the Nation of Islam. Reggie X.

Reggie X!

F***in'...

Who's this?

- Glen Campbell.

- Great song.

Masterpiece.

Do you see him?

Probably skulking somewhere.

That's what these criminal types do.

Skulk.

Oh, there he is.

Reggie!

As salaam alaikum.

Doesn't seem very pleased

to see us, Terry.

What's the craic, lads?

You know how to read, don't you,

you Mick bastard?

Or would that be too much to ask?

I'm actually dyslexic. All right?

And I find that statement

to be highly discriminatory.

Are you an actor?

Because they all

seem to be dyslexic nowadays.

It used to be called stupidity.

You know these f***ing pricks, do you?

You shouldn't have done that.

Well, what's he gonna do? Tell his momma?

God!

What the f***? I ain't done sh*t!

Oh, what's that, Terry?

It sure ain't origami, Bob.

You gotta be kidding me.

I suspect it may well be what the authorities

would call a controlled substance.

No!

Mmm.

- Oh, yeah.

- Yeah.

That is most definitely

a controlled substance.

And you say you found this

on the defendant's person, Detective?

- Is that correct?

- It was hidden in his anus, Your Honour.

Oh, you dirty motherf***er!

You dirty motherf***er!

You're a dealer now, Reggie.

You two are f***ed up.

You still running around

with Jimmy Harris?

Not since back in the day,

before the motherf***er moved up a gear.

I guess some people's ambitions

go beyond selling toasters, you know?

OK, you know what? You don't even

know the whole level I'm on.

These were designer

f***ing stolen toasters, man.

Yes, yes! This big f***ing sh*t, man.

Philippe Starck, Moschino.

- Fancy sh*t?

- Yeah, fancy f***ing sh*t.

- Okay.

- Yeah, Moschino sh*t, man.

Moschino don't make f***ing toasters!

But you're friends with him, right?

We knew each other, we're acquaintances.

Oh, OK. Well, have you heard that this

acquaintance of yours is back in town?

- I heard.

- You did? OK.

So, we've been surveilling

the Webb brothers.

Do you know about the Webb brothers?

- Everybody knows the Webb brothers.

- OK. Good, good, good.

Progress already. We're making progress.

OK, so, they're up to something.

You know, like something nefarious.

I mean, so our informants tell us.

And where would we be

without our informants, Terry?

- F***ing nowhere.

- F***ing no where's right, dude!

F***ing nowhere, dude!

So Jimmy Harris and the Webbs

are, you know, hooked up.

Ergo...

- Ergo...

- Ergo what, motherf***er?

- Ergo.

- Ergo what? What the f*** is that?

They're planning a f***ing robbery.

Bingo!

Keep it down. Keep it down...

And we're gonna f*** 'em up

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