Gangster No. 1 Page #6

Lennie?

What did Lennie Taylor want, Eddie?

I was having a light ale

and minding my own f***ing business.

- You know what I'm like.

- No, I don't.

Maxie picked me up.

I didn't know what they wanted.

I'm a thief.

I'm just a f***ing thief!

All that has nothing to do with me!

Thief?

You couldn't rob your own arsehole.

- Freddie, he's a lovely man.

- Yeah.

He's good to me, but his business

is none of my business.

I was in the Prussia, minding

my own business, having a light ale.

The place goes quiet. I hear my name.

"Eddie." Oh, f***. It's Maxie.

It's Maxie King. Camel coat. Nutty.

You are so f***ing boring.

You bored?

- You bored? I'm bored.

- What's he want?

- You're being boring.

- Lennie Taylor...

...wants to see me.

I've got to go and see him.

I can't not go.

What am I gonna do? Not go?

And then what?

So I'm squashed in beside Maxie...

...and this big bloke in this Rover.

- No one's saying nothing. Dead quiet.

- Get on with it!

- They take me to a club.

- The Double Six.

That's right. Oh, f***!

Look, Lennie was there.

And he was...

...asking questions about Freddie.

But I told him to f*** off.

- Did you?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I said I'll have a drink...

...but don't go asking

me questions about Freddie.

What sort of questions, Eddie?

What sort of questions?

What sort of questions, Eddie?

I can't f***ing remember.

I think you'd better try, son.

Lennie reckons Freddie's losing it.

- Does he?

- Yeah, you know.

- "Love makes you fat" sort of thing.

- Love makes you fat.

- Go on.

- But, that's it.

It's a lovely place, the Double Six.

It's swanky. Loads of crumpet.

Lennie seemed half-decent.

I can't remember what was said, but I

do know that I didn't say nothing.

Look at me.

Look at my eyes.

I'm telling you the truth.

Eddie.

Look in my f***ing eyes.

They're gonna do Freddie! Oh, God!

Friday, outside the Candelabra.

God! Look...

Listen, I've told you now.

I've told you.

You've gotta warn Freddie.

You've gotta tell Freddie, please!

Shall we tell him?

We'll go and warn Freddie.

We'll go and warn him, eh?

I love that...

Do you like that smell?

That kiddie smell.

It's lovely.

Kids, eh?

Be the f***ing death of you.

Eddie, come here.

Eddie?

Want you to look at me.

- Eddie?

- I can't.

- Look at me.

- I can't.

- Look at me.

- I can't do it. I can't do it.

Look what you've gone and done, eh?

Look what a mess you've made, eh?

- Come on, eh?

- I can't.

- I can't! Look, I can't. I can't!

- Eddie.

- Put your hands down.

- Oh, f***!

Just look at me.

That's all I'm asking.

Look at me. That's it.

Weren't so difficult, was it?

It's all right.

All right.

Ta, Eddie.

No, I'm telling you.

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