Gangster No. 1 Page #7

Lennie Taylor is nothing

but a little...

Driving, Roland's talking about...

...going straight to tell Freddie.

Freddie Mays, Freddie Mays.

I know something you don't.

You don't deal with them kind of...

Pull over, Roland. Puncture.

So where's this puncture?

It's not your side?

Felt like it was your side.

Well, me no see nothing.

What you trying to do?

I was stroking your frizzy hair.

Oh, f***ing things!

Charlie, let me do that.

You take the tea in.

Come on.

Wrong knife.

Cheers, Charlie. Ta.

- All right, girl?

- Yeah.

- You putting on a bit of weight?

- Shut up.

I'll have one of them, please.

Cheers. Ta.

Ta, darling.

F***ing headless, it said.

F***ing torso.

- Imagine that, eh?

- John.

Karen, maybe you should go down,

wait in the car.

Maybe you should go down

and wait in the car, eh?

Take the shortcut

through the window.

It's all right.

He's just old-fashioned.

Don't think I want to be here anyway.

You want to watch your mouth.

- Right, what were we saying?

- It's gotta be him.

Let's take a look.

All we know is, a body's been found.

A black body,

and one of ours is missing.

It's Roland.

He's been missing for five days.

Don't mean it's him, does it?

What we're getting to is this:

If it is him, it's them.

It's two and two now? It all adds up.

F***ing right it does.

What the f*** are we waiting for?

Let's go now. Hit them now.

We gotta get uglier, Freddie.

Take the initiative.

I'll show those bastards torsos.

I'll cut their f***ing arms off!

He never deserved it. Poor bastard.

Come on, Freddie.

Say f***ing something.

- Let's go now. Let's hit them now!

- All done. All done, John!

Think about it.

Why Roland?

I mean, why not you?

Or Tommy? Me?

All of us in one go.

Bang! Beautiful. Perfect.

F***ing happy.

Now, that would be a takeover.

That'd be nice. That I can see.

But this...

Don't make sense.

Something does not make sense.

Maybe it was meant for me.

- Maybe it was meant for you!

- Shut it!

And another thing,

what if it's someone else?

- Who the f*** else could it...?

- Someone else!

- Look, I just think we...

- Sit down!

Right.

This is what we do.

We wait.

All right, you all got that? We wait.

We give it a couple of days.

And if he don't turn up, all right.

So be it.

All hell breaks loose.

All right? All right, Freddie?

What's going on, then?

He gone deaf or something?

He doesn't want to be disturbed.

By anybody.

I don't think that means me, does it?

That's what he said.

Cup of tea?

- Bomb, was it?

- No, we're redecorating.

Oh, are we?

Well, that's nice, isn't it?

Let a bird in your life...

...the next thing you know

the walls are all pink.

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