Tiger Raid Page #5

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This is a little bald fella.

He looks like Gandhi so they call

him Gandhi. He had a tip at 10-1.

- Right from the trainer's mouth.

- And you put it all on that?

Every last cent.

The whole place was on it.

I was looking at a million.

- How'd it go?

- The horse was crazy.

It kept kicking and screeching

even before the race started.

And you know those gaps

that are in the fences?

For the ambulances and all that sh*t?

Straight out through one of

them it goes.

It was only in the race

for about 25 seconds.

Turned out Gandhi was

working for the bookie.

After I won the 100 grand,

the bookie wasn't happy.

Sent Gandhi in with a false tip for me.

And it worked too.

Of course, no one told me

that Gandhi was Dave's cousin.

How'd you find out?

Oh, I pulled his f***in'

teeth out with pliers.

Oh, f***.

And then he told me. Like this.

"I'm Dave's cousin,

you f***in' arsehole."

What did Dave say?

He said I owed Gandhi.

I've got to do five jobs to work it up.

And I had to buy Gandhi a new rug.

So what? You're not getting paid today?

No, I'm settling things.

This job is the last one.

And you don't mind getting paid?

Course I f***in' mind.

- What can you do? I f***ed up.

- I'm just saying.

You know, if it was me, I would

have killed Gandhi on the spot.

You're getting rode.

Considering you're Dave's partner.

Hey.

I'll have your f***in' teeth out

in a minute.

What happened with Marilyn?

She used to hold my head

over the toilet bowl.

I can still smell

the perfume on her fingers.

Her hair would tickle the back

of my neck.

And I'd be puking blood.

After I got sober, things were

different.

Ask me what she did one time.

What did she do one time?

I'll never tell anyone

what she did one time.

But it was the most perfect

moment of my life.

I'll bring it to my f***in' grave.

- Do you ever think about that girl?

- Yeah.

Every night.

Sure, what else is a guy gonna think

about all night, only his best woman?

I love this feeling.

What feeling?

Waiting for a hostage and she's

got no idea what I might do.

Gets my bowels spinning.

How do you feel?

Like I was born for this.

That's a f***in' good answer.

You know, my estimation of you

has grown.

This goes well, maybe me and you could

be partners like me and Ruby were.

Who knows? It could be perfect.

Do you ever think about leaving

all this sh*t behind?

- Where would I go?

- Ah yeah.

All you know is taking

orders and getting

f***ed over by dirtbags like Gandhi.

Where's your f***in' ambition?

Ambition? What the f***?

You're a f***in' c*nt's hair

from getting...

Ahmed?

Ahmed? Where are you?

F***...

That's sent to Dave. We just

got to wait.

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