Malice in Wonderland Page #3

- What?

You're loaded.

Let's call them.

Let's find out if I'm checked in.

- "All right, love? Any guests missing?"

- "I'm sorry, sir, I couldn't possibly..."

- Come on, 500 rooms...

- What else?

- Dodgson Industries, New York.

- OK, we have to call that one.

- Call it off. The States is a 5er a word.

- Come on.

My whole life could be

at the end of the line.

Please.

I'm taking hits in the clock,

I'm taking hits in the pocket.

- You know? I'm taking punches all over.

- Thanks.

It's ringing.

Answering machine. What do I say?

If you're missing a girl,

call this number:

I think I'm gonna be sick again.

Well...

It can't be something you ate.

Now, listen...

I know a place where I can get the cake.

We do the party, I drive you to London,

to your 5-star hotel.

I promise.

That's really kind of you, but...

I just feel like that would take forever.

You know, maybe longer, and...

I just have to find another way.

I know I was supposed to do something...

important, and...

I don't know what it is.

Well, babe,

I want shot of you ASAP PFQ...

If there was another way,

then I'm sure I would have...

- I've just thought of one.

- Yeah?

Jesus Christ!

- Here's a 20 to get you to London.

- Thanks.

- When's the next bus?

- To be honest, darling, I ain't got a clue.

What?

Just having one last butcher's

in case I have to bang one out later.

Now, I'm being a gentleman,

not taking advantage, OK?

I bet I'll regret this.

It's freezing...

Oi!

Quiet night?

- So-so.

- Liar...

I've got just what you're looking for,

right here, at Duchy Mansion.

- Don't you f***ing touch it.

- Nice "tie"...

Silky, smooth...

- Leave it.

- Business first.

This little gift you've imported for Harry

is easily the best!

He will be pleased!

That's why I want a share. Deal?

No share. No deal. No way.

Not even halfway.

Get him a cake.

Who makes a mob boss a cake?

- Someone who cares.

- Someone who cares...

Yes...

We'll give him the "tie" and the cake.

I say we but it could just as easily be "I".

You know you can't deliver.

You never leave the house.

You know you can't deliver.

You haven't got the guts!

Deal?

Deal.

I look like death.

I feel like death.

What makes me feel good?

Music.

You're listening to KHUFU...

I'm Felix Chester

with the Memory Mix on 99.9--

Where does it hurt you, baby?

In my guts and in my brain.

I hear ya.

You hear me?

Now, hear this...

I'm listening.

(Betty Steeles' Where Are You?)

Broken frames

So dark inside

faces mismatched

Trickle up in a line

Waves of shadows

Scattered dreams

Where are you?

Where are you?

Trying to find

What do I see...

Pictures that rhyme

- Colours that breathe...

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