Gangster No. 1 Page #3

No, I mean get up. Up on the stage.

Yeah, right.

Any requests, Mr. Mays?

"Freddie." Go on, I'm serious.

I don't think management

would approve.

Oh, don't worry about the management.

- I was talking to the girls backstage.

- Yeah?

- Said you was a bit of an animal.

- Oh, really? Did they?

Did they say which bit?

- Did they specify?

- No.

Anyway, don't change the subject.

Hang on.

- What?

- Hang on.

Move.

Just another bird.

Just another skinny f***ing bird.

Good evening, everyone.

This is for Mr. Mays.

Freddie.

- Freddie.

- Shut up.

- You like her then?

- I said, shut it.

And you, Mr. Freddie Mays.

You had to go swimming in her eyes,

dancing in her hair.

You had to slip into her mouth,

slide over her tongue...

...fall down her throat,

deep down into her belly...

...right into her blood.

You had to fall asleep...

...wrapped around her beautiful,

beating heart.

Six months later

we're in the Zephyr...

...me and Roland going past

the Double Six.

Hold up. Park up along here.

Roland's pulled over.

Isn't that Lennie Taylor?

But who that there with him?

- It ain't.

- It can't be.

It is. It f***ing well is.

That's Eddie Miller.

Eddie? Eddie Miller?

That was Eddie Miller talking

to Lennie Taylor.

What would Lennie want with

a little sh*t like Eddie Miller?

Poor little Eddie.

Run, rabbit, run.

I can't believe it.

I just can't believe it.

That dirty little Judas.

I bet you they're doing something.

Do you know something, Roland?

I've never understood one f***ing

word you've ever said to me.

So shut up. Let me deal with this.

Sheila?

Who is it?

It's the big, bad wolf.

Oh, it's you.

Oh, I was just making

some sweet tea.

Would you like a cup?

F*** me. Hello, Roland.

Do you take sugar?

Sit down, Eddie.

- What's that?

- That?

That's my favorite ax, Eddie.

Gentle Jesus, meek and mild.

Please bless all babies...

...make children safe enough.

- Eddie, look at me.

- I can't.

- Eddie...

...look in my f***ing eyes.

Look in my f***ing eyes.

Get up! Come on.

Come on. It's all right.

Come on, sit down.

All right? You all right?

Now listen, listen.

Deep breaths.

What did Lennie Taylor want, Eddie?

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.

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...?

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