Gangster No. 1 Page #4

- 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.

There's potpourri all over

and knickers in your corn flakes.

So who's he in there with,

or is that a secret?

No, he's in with Tommy.

And Roland's sister.

Listen, Karen...

...we might have got off wrong,

and if it's my fault...

We can always start again.

You know, you're not bad-looking.

Not bad-looking? Not bad-looking?

- I'm a prince, darling.

- Yeah?

Oh, yeah.

Why don't you find yourself

a nice girl?

- I could help you.

- Do me a favor.

I've got so many birds,

they're coming out me ears.

I can't even hear myself think.

So, what's behind this then?

Freddie's not allowed to see it.

What do you think, then?

Do you know,

it's not a bad likeness of Freddie.

Nose a bit on the large side, eh?

Very funny.

You know Freddie,

he's mad about horses.

I thought it'd make

a nice engagement present.

You what?

An engagement present.

As in, me and Freddie,

getting married.

- Didn't he tell you?

- No, he didn't.

Are you up in the duff?

Can we hear the patter of tiny feet?

- No, not yet.

- "No, not yet."

You're over the moon, ain't you?

Hap-hap-happy.

That's a nasty way of putting it.

I've never been happier.

And I thought any mate of Freddie's

would be happy for him too.

What's your problem?

Ain't me that's got a problem,

darling, is it?

I'm not surprised he didn't tell you.

Not exactly over the moon, are you?

There's something ugly

eating away inside of you.

See it in your eyes.

I could see it a mile off.

Well, I love Freddie.

I'd kill for that man. I don't

give a f*** whether you approve.

I'll look after him, whatever it

takes. Do you understand me?

Keep your f***ing knickers on!

Do you understand?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I wish the best for you.

Hope you're happy together.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, really.

Congratulations.

Tell Freddie I'll catch up

with him later.

Tell him, you know, I'm happy for him.

For the both of you.

Karen...

Take good care of him, eh?

Well, what was he gonna do?

Crack open the bubbly,

smiling from ear to ear:

"I'm getting engaged!"

"Cor, blimey, you ain't?

F*** me! Nice one! Congrats.

You kept that under your hat.

You romantic old so-and-so."

And I'm thinking,

"Love makes you fat." Poof.

Run!

Karen, run!

- Run!

- This is for you, you f***ing...

Get off him! Get off him!

Get off him!

F***ing gun that doesn't work!

Help!

- Get off him!

- F***ing c*nt!

Want something done,

do it your f***ing...

You get back inside, you c*nt!

- Get off him!

- Maxie, shut her up!

Get off him! Get off him!

- Maxie, please!

- Get off me!

Not the girl!

- Cut her!

- No!

Please!

Shoot me! Why don't you shoot me?

What a comedy. What a skirmish.

Look at his suit now, tatters.

The bird's f***ed,

but Freddie's still twitching.

He starts to move.

He tries to get up, falls back.

Hopeless.

Tries again. Go on, son!

Now, he's pulling himself

along the pavement.

Trail of blood like a bleeding slug.

Come on, Freddie, two more yards.

F***ing lying there

on your leather settee.

That's it, Romeo.

Go on, give her a kiss.

Work the old magic.

I've got a machete on the back seat...

...a chopper on the passenger seat and

an old Beretta tucked in me trousers.

And I'm f***ing happy.

Green light.

Green light.

Green light.

I pull up outside

where Lennie Taylor lives.

124 Jubilee Mansions.

Here's me, outside

where Lennie Taylor lives.

Ax.

Gun.

I'm out of the car.

Walking.

See a car.

Pick it up.

M.O.T.

Throw it a million miles.

Walking.

Door.

Corridor.

Lift.

I'm Superman.

King-f***ing-Kong.

I'm filling up.

I'm filling up.

Fifth floor.

Stop.

Open.

Out.

Corridor.

Walking.

Machete.

Ax.

Gun.

Chisel.

Tools.

118.

F***ing leather settee.

120.

F***ing handmade shoes.

122. Draw back the hammer.

124. Coming up!

I'm electric! I'm frightening!

I'm terrible!

We're in.

Don't mind if I do, Lennie.

You bastard! You...

God, you c*nt! You f***ing c*nt!

You better make a f***ing

good job of this!

You better make a f***ing

good job of me!

Here, have a clock.

You bastard!

Come on, then. Come on, then. Yes!

Come on. Could you f***ing

finish me off?!

F***ing come and finish me off!

Lost your f***ing bottle,

have you?

Lost the taste for it, have you?

Come on, f***ing get on with it!

Come on. Come on.

Let's see what you've f***ing got!

Get all your f***ing

pretty clothes off.

Yeah, that's it.

You ready?

Yes.

Who are you?

Who are you? You're nothing.

You're nothing.

Look at you lying there like...

...a piece of meat.

Meat. Meat.

Who is it?

Tommy.

- Get dressed.

- Why, what's wrong?

I'll be in the car.

You gonna tell me what

this is all about, or what?

Freddie and Karen were jumped

outside the Candelabra.

He what?

They cut Karen's throat.

F*** me!

And what about Freddie?

Right, it's like this:

He's not dead, but he's in a bad way.

He's been cut to ribbons.

Has 300-something stitches,

shot three times.

He's on the lot.

Morphine, you name it.

Now, they're gonna try

and operate again in the morning.

It's touch-and-go. But he's strong.

No.

Look, you f***er, I want to

see Freddie. I want to see my mate.

Not possible.

They won't let you see him.

- There's a situation.

- What f***ing situation?

A serious f***ing situation,

Tommy-boy.

F*** off!

Listen. Listen to me closely, Tommy.

Lennie Taylor has been killed.

- What?

- Tonight. Hacked to death at home.

Do you understand what that means?

Christmas has come early

for my colleagues up there.

They're charging Freddie with murder.

It's perfect.

They've been after him a long time.

It's a win double.

Freddie didn't kill Lennie.

But what it comes down to is,

Freddie's finished.

- Now piss off!

- Oh, yeah?

I want to see Freddie.

Tommy, for f***...

You are some c*nt.

It's just money to you, ain't it?

All right, Tom.

There an admission price

for this f***ing freak show?

- Tommy, calm down.

- Is that f***ing it?!

F*** off. F*** off!

All right, mate?

Oh, Jesus.

All right, son?

Put that in your hand, eh?

All right, mate?

Poor fella.

Jesus.

Silence in court!

Show them, Freddie!

Old Judge Mumbling said, in

all his however-many-f***ing years:

The murder of

Leonard Bertram Taylor...

We laughed.

"Silence in court!"

- Was the most barbaric case

he'd ever had the misfortune to try.

Judge told Freddie he was an animal...

...and gave him 30 years,

to serve a minimum of 25.

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