The Business

My old man wrote me a

letter from prison once.

It said, "If you don't wanna end up like me,

stay away from crime, women and drugs."

Problem is, it don't leave you with

much else to do, does it?

Planet Earth

# Only came outside

# To watch the nightfall with the rain

# I heard you making patterns rhyme

# Like some New Romantic

# Looking for the TV sound

# You'll see I'm right some other time

# Look now, look all around

# There's no sign of life...

- Put the f***ing gun down!

Put the f***ing gun down, you Spanish c*nt!

Put it down! F***ing put it down!

Don't f***ing move, you fat pot-nosed c*nt!

Where is it, you f***ing little c*nt?

# You're looking at Planet Earth

# This is Planet Earth

- F***ing put it down or I'll kill you!

- For f***'s sake, just tell us...

- Where's the f***ing gear?

Tell me where the f***ing gear is!

Tell me where it is!

Else I swear I'll f***ing kill the lot of you!

Where? Where?

Ten years in paradise living the dream.

It had to come to an end one day.

But there was a time when me and the playboy

had the world in our hands.

Anyway, f*** it.

Better to be someone for a day

than no-one for a lifetime.

What is it?

Learjet.

Only way to travel.

Be someone.

I have only one thing to say.

You turn if you want to.

The lady's not for turning.

Someone's had it.

Have it right, woman.

I never lifted your money!

- Leave her alone, Joe.

- It's all right.

I'll sort it.

- Yeah, run along, boy. Do as your mother says.

- You touch her and I'll kill you.

Now get out, you bum.

Be someone.

- What?

- I'm gonna be someone.

And I'm gonna ruin you.

You'll never be anything.

You ain't got the character, boy.

Now, go on, f*** off.

You pay me or else you've f***ing had it!

I'm f***ing sick of it, do you hear me?

I'm f***ing sick of it!

What am I gonna do, Jim?

Fancy a bit of sun?

I'm f***ing polo.

I got something needs delivering.

I'll look after you.

Get the bag straight to the man.

If you get lost down there,

just ask for the playboy.

I understand, Jim.

But tell me what's in the bag, please.

Biscuits.

Biscuits...

Welcome To The Pleasuredome

# The animals are winding me up

# The jungle call

# The jungle call

# Hoo ha, hoo ha

# Hoo ha, hoo ha

# In Xanadu did Kublai Khan

# A pleasuredome erect

# Moving on, keep moving on, yeah

# Moving at one million miles an hour

# Using my power

# I sell it by the hour

# I have it so I market it

# You really can't afford it, yeah

# You really can't afford it

# Shooting stars never stop

# Even when they reach the top

# Shooting stars never stop

# Even when they reach the top

# There goes a supernova

# What a pushover, yeah

# There goes a supernova

# What a pushover

# We're a long way from home

# Welcome to the Pleasuredome

# On our way home

# Going home where lovers roam

# Long way from home

# Welcome to the Pleasuredome

All Night Long

# Oh, something's got me so excited, baby

# A feeling I've been holdin' back so long

# You got me shook up, shook down,

shook out on your lovin'

Listen, you'd better f*** off now.

Go on.

Is that my bag?

- Oi, kid. Is that bag for me?

- Yeah.

- So, what's your name, kid?

- Frankie.

Kid Frankie, eh?

Here!

Take it.

So, what's your story?

- I'm just doing what Jimmy asked.

- He said you were from good stock.

Did you look in the bag?

So, what's your plans?

I dunno.

I'll see you out, then.

You had to wonder how this

character ended up on the beaches of Spain.

You drive.

It was never about the money for Charlie.

It was about the power and what went with it.

And could you f***ing blame him?

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