Gangster No. 1 Page #5

- No.

Could be an actress, face like that.

- Thank you. Appreciate it.

- Don't mention it.

- No, I sing.

- You sing?

- What, here?

- No, I dance here.

Jane, June, Jackie...

...Jessica, Julie.

She got bumped pretty sharpish.

That's the J's. On to K.

"K" for Karen.

Freddie Mays

and all his skinny birds.

Oh, dear Freddie.

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

Sing something then.

Go on. Get up and sing something.

Sing something?

I thought you meant here at the table.

For you.

No, I mean get up. Up on the stage.

Yeah, right.

Any requests, Mr. Mays?

"Freddie." Go on, I'm serious.

I don't think management

would approve.

Oh, don't worry about the management.

- I was talking to the girls backstage.

- Yeah?

- Said you was a bit of an animal.

- Oh, really? Did they?

Did they say which bit?

- Did they specify?

- No.

Anyway, don't change the subject.

Hang on.

- What?

- Hang on.

Move.

Just another bird.

Just another skinny f***ing bird.

Good evening, everyone.

This is for Mr. Mays.

Freddie.

- Freddie.

- Shut up.

- You like her then?

- I said, shut it.

And you, Mr. Freddie Mays.

You had to go swimming in her eyes,

dancing in her hair.

You had to slip into her mouth,

slide over her tongue...

...fall down her throat,

deep down into her belly...

...right into her blood.

You had to fall asleep...

...wrapped around her beautiful,

beating heart.

Six months later

we're in the Zephyr...

...me and Roland going past

the Double Six.

Hold up. Park up along here.

Roland's pulled over.

Isn't that Lennie Taylor?

But who that there with him?

- It ain't.

- It can't be.

It is. It f***ing well is.

That's Eddie Miller.

Eddie? Eddie Miller?

That was Eddie Miller talking

to Lennie Taylor.

What would Lennie want with

a little sh*t like Eddie Miller?

Poor little Eddie.

Run, rabbit, run.

I can't believe it.

I just can't believe it.

That dirty little Judas.

I bet you they're doing something.

Do you know something, Roland?

I've never understood one f***ing

word you've ever said to me.

So shut up. Let me deal with this.

Sheila?

Who is it?

It's the big, bad wolf.

Oh, it's you.

Oh, I was just making

some sweet tea.

Would you like a cup?

F*** me. Hello, Roland.

Do you take sugar?

Sit down, Eddie.

- What's that?

- That?

That's my favorite ax, Eddie.

Gentle Jesus, meek and mild.

Please bless all babies...

...make children safe enough.

- Eddie, look at me.

- I can't.

- Eddie...

...look in my f***ing eyes.

Look in my f***ing eyes.

Get up! Come on.

Come on. It's all right.

Come on, sit down.

All right? You all right?

Now listen, listen.

Deep breaths.

What did Lennie Taylor want, Eddie?

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