Gangster No. 1 Page #5

How's that?

Take him down!

- F*** off!

- F***ing arsehole!

- You cannot f***ing do that!

- British justice, eh?

What the f***'s that about?

Poor old Freddie.

The king is dead.

I told you. I f***ing told you.

Someone should listen to me

for a f***ing change!

- This wouldn't have happened...

- You was right!

Well, so what?

It's no f***ing good to us now.

- F***ing right I was right.

- Tommy.

What's Maxie's f***ing fate?

That's why we're here.

Not this old fanny.

- Don't be f***ing stupid!

- Don't call me...

All right, Del. He's right.

We can't go f***ing near him.

Anything happens to Maxie,

we're all f***ed.

There's no way on this f***ing earth

is that c*nt...

...that f***ing c*nt...

...gonna do what he done

and get away with it.

- There's no way he's gonna avoid me.

- John...!

It's a difficult time. I'm trying

to deal with it as best I know.

This ain't helping.

He's dead.

- He's f***ing dead.

- All right. Just calm down.

Everyone, just f***ing calm down.

Act like men.

Use your f***ing loaf.

You got something to say?

Because if you have, say it.

I want to hear it. F***ing say it.

- You sure?

- F***ing say it!

He's right. You're wrong.

F***ing right I'm right.

- You saying I'm not up to it?

- I don't f***ing know. You tell me.

You c*nt!

- I'll f***ing...

- You'll f***ing what?

What?

What are you gonna do?

Start crying?

Sit down, Tommy.

Derek...

...get Tommy a drink, eh?

The king is dead.

Long live the king.

1970. A new decade.

No more Double Six.

No more Freddie.

No more Lennie.

Bye-bye, Maxie.

F***ing monster.

Ouch!

1972.

Nothing can touch us.

We're moving. Raking it in.

Way out of Freddie's league.

Sort of thing he'd never have dreamed.

I'm gonna f***ing knock you out!

First of January, 1973.

Grand opening. The casino.

Black tie.

Freddie always said gambling

was for mugs. It is.

Took 2 million the first year!

Never understood that thing Freddie

had for the horses till I bought one.

Brown Bomber.

Earned me a packet. Then disaster.

It won!

'76.

Tommy's wife dies.

So he retires. Lost his balls

since Freddie got all banged up.

'77.

'78, '79, '80, '81.

I've got 300 people working for me.

Top that, Mr. Mays.

'82 to '86:
Cocaine.

A f***ing fortune!

F***ing wanker, don't you

f***ing knock? Look at this here, eh?

'87, '88.

Billy offends me.

The one good thing

I learned from Freddie:

Keep your own house in order.

'93.

'90s children suffer

the consequences of the '80s.

Don't we all?

Do we? F***!

Business is as good as ever!

Poor little merchant bankers.

Still got enough

for a little toot, though.

'94. Not such a good year.

Mad John murders his wife

in a domestic.

Nothing I could do about it...

...as it happens in the supermarket.

F***ing sad way to go down.

Taken out of the f***ing place

like a poxy junkie shoplifter.

Last of Freddie's boys.

End of an era.

'95, '96, '97...

...'98, '99.

'99.

Freddie Mays is back.

Lock up your daughters.

Chinatown.

Well, Freddie.

All those years.

How's it been, son?

Tough? Was it tough?

Tough on you? Hard to bear?

Still, for my part...

...just like to say,

"Freddie, congratulations!"

You're out!

Fit and well. And I'm happy.

Aw, f*** off.

Look at me now, Freddie.

You want a job?

Me and you, Freddie?

Just like the old days.

Hello, Eddie.

Hello.

It's been a while, Eddie.

We really should catch up.

Be nice, catching up.

Let's catch up.

Old mum well?

Good, great, magic.

What the f*** is going on

with Freddie Mays?

When did he get out?

Wednesday.

- Do you mind if I get back to work?

- No, no.

Let's go somewhere more private.

I don't like it.

Nobody told me he was getting out.

You don't know about

the wedding then?

Wedding? What f***ing wedding?

Freddie's wedding.

Everyone will be there.

He's a well-tutored boy.

He's got a B.A.

Bachelor of Arts.

Who's he marrying, anyway?

Someone he met in the nick?

Karen.

You remember.

Singer. Lovely face.

Throat cut. Nearly died.

Eddie.

You ever kill somebody, Eddie?

How do you mean?

Well, you know, like, kill them?

What, like dead?

Yeah. Dead.

I'd have to say no.

Why not?

Well, I don't want to.

I think you could.

If it was somebody

you really hated, you know?

What, like, he starts something

with me and my family?

Now, look, I want to

ask you a question.

No ifs or buts.

I want a straight answer.

Who...

...if you had to choose,

would you sooner kill:

Me?

Or Freddie Mays?

- Truth?

- Yeah, truth!

You.

Sorry.

Can I ask you a question?

Yeah, yeah! Fire away.

Why haven't you killed me?

Who says I'm not going to?

Come on!

Come on!

Karen?

Karen.

Imagine bumping into you

after all this time.

It must be what, 25...

You know exactly how long it's been.

Well, I thought maybe you were dead.

Wow! Healed up nice.

I know why you're here.

Stay away from Freddie.

He don't want to see you,

hear from you...

...or smell you

and your cheap f***ing aftershave.

Me and Freddie have waited too long

for some evil ponce to f*** things up.

That's not very ladylike, is it?

F*** you, freak.

You stay away!

- I told you, I'd kill for Freddie.

- Oh, yeah.

You told me a lot of things.

"You're not a bad-looking bloke.

Why don't you find

yourself a nice girl?"

What makes you think

that you're so special?

You know, I wouldn't mind a wife.

Someone to love.

I deserve some love.

I want a Valentine's card.

I don't care if she is a slag.

I'll look after her all right.

Spoil her.

Buy her stuff.

Maybe I'd like

to settle down sometime.

Nobody ever thinks about that.

I mean, nobody ever thinks about me!

Well, f*** you!

You tell Freddie I want to see him,

or there'll be consequences.

Serious f***ing consequences.

Get out of my f***ing way, you c*nt!

So, Freddie...

Heard you was getting hitched.

Getting yourself a ball and chain.

No, no, I didn't get no invitation.

No, not to worry.

I couldn't have gone anyway.

Business.

Still, hope it all goes well.

And for my part, Freddie,

I'd just like to say congratulations.

You're out.

Fit and well.

And well...

...here's to you.

Love what you've done with the place.

Sit down, Freddie.

Been a long time.

Yeah.

Like a cup of tea?

Yeah, that would be nice.

F***.

So, Freddie...

...how you doing?

All right. Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Look, what do you want?

I hear you're getting married.

At some point, yeah.

A little something. Go on, take it.

Go on, take it.

It's for you. Take it.

Freddie, I want you to take it.

I want you to take the money.

I took your money. You take my money.

Don't take it.

What do you want?

Oh, the flat. Is that it?

You want to move in?

You and Karen?

Cozy Karen?

Well, take it. I'm out of here.

Redecorate.

Why not, huh?

New carpet. Lick of paint.

Lovely.

Patter of tiny feet.

Yeah, well, you're probably past it.

Can't get it up.

And she's no spring chicken.

Probably come out

all twisted and mental.

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