Hard Boiled Sweets Page #2

Oh, you ain't going to kill

me, Jermaine, come on.

Oh, yeah?

At least not till

I got all the money.

Maybe then you'll kill

me, but not before.

You do that, Leroy will

get the right hump.

No matter how

good-looking you are.

Just don't keep riding me,

for real.

I got a limit

and youse is

right there, inn it?

All right, Eddie.

All right, Dean.

How you doing?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Can't complain.

Get in here a minute.

Rest your feet up.

Phew!

You look well, Eddie.

Thanks, sweetheart, thanks.

Listen, I hate to be the

one to tell you, but...

Tell me what?

Honestly,

you're not looking too hot.

Is everything all right?

What is it?

You said I could come to you

if I had any problems?

Yeah, sure, that's

what I'm here for.

Yeah, well, I only tell you this

'cause it affects you, right?

Now, I know Gerry

knocks a little bit back

from what all of us

girls earn to you.

But the thing is, Eddie, he's taking

a liberty with the free samples.

Now I don't mind giving it,

hell, you know that.

But this is like two or three times

an afternoon. It's after work.

It's making me tired

for the paying customers.

And I'm not

the only one, neither.

Listen, babe.

You take a few days off,

get yourself rested.

You leave all this to me, yeah?

You're not going to tell him

it came from me, are you?

'Course not.

Don't worry about a thing.

Aw! Thanks, Eddie,

you're a diamond.

Do you want me to...

Nah, you're all right.

I'm fine.

I'm still a bit bloated from

lunch, to be honest with you.

Fair enough.

See you.

Gerry.

Eddie, Dean. Hey.

Hello.

It's been a good week.

Good.

So, how are you guys?

All right.

And how's Porsche?

Well, that's none of your f***ing

business any more, is it, Gerry?

What the f***?

You piss away my profits,

I'm going to piss on you.

You're too busy

banging the tarts.

They're too tired

to bang the punters.

It stops now. Understand?

And if I hear

so much as a whisper

you been taking it out

on the girls, I'll be back.

And I'll tie every one of these

weights to your prick, and I swear,

it's over the end of the

pier for you, fuckhead.

Sitting there, tasting your

own blood, I get to thinking,

"Why's Eddie really

in a pisser of a mood?"

Thinking.

Thinking makes me

realize that Eddie

got his money today,

same as always,

which means he don't really give

a spunk how I run my girls.

That is of zero concern to him.

Something is twisting Eddie's

tit, and not much does.

Not much except...

Miss me, baby girl?

You shouldn't be calling me.

Eddie wouldn't like it.

I loaned you to Eddie,

but you belong to me, Porsche.

I know that, Daddy.

I wanted to ring you to let

you know he's in a bad mood.

Don't want you getting

on his wrong side.

He's got a temper on

him, that old fart.

How do you know

he's in a bad mood, Daddy?

He just came by

in a stinky dinky funk.

Probably 'cause

the man is coming down.

He told you the man was coming?

No, you did, darling.

Oh, Daddy, you are so clever.

Yeah, that's right.

Clever for you, baby girl.

Now stay safe, remember

who loves you, yeah?

Okay, Daddy.

I love you, too.

Ciao.

He's like a drug.

A joint you share with

your mates or something.

Pass and toke.

Pass and toke.

I know it's wrong.

I know it's bad for me.

But it can make

me feel so good.

So good, I don't really

want to share it.

But I guess,

it's a shared joint.

And those are the rules.

So what am I going to do?

Honey, I'm home.

First time I met

Eddie, he was doing my mother.

Thing is, Eddie doesn't even remember this.

But it's true.

I'm four years old, he's big and

strong, and he's hurting her.

Eddie doesn't care.

Mum's been dead six years now.

I guess I've been

trying to figure out

the best way to screw

him over ever since.

What a day! It'll take a bonk

and a drink to clear me head.

Ah!

One down, one to go.

Lucky me.

It's all right.

I put a sleeping pill

in his G and T.

He'll be out cold

till morning now.

Just a pity they take an

hour to kick in, yeah?

Don't touch me.

Don't hate me.

I don't hate you.

How could I hate you?

This has just got to stop.

Eddie always says

I bruise too easily.

That's not funny.

You sure you want to...

I was reading a

magazine the other day.

I was getting my hair done.

Did you know

that when a woman's shagging

two fellas at the same time,

and she got both their

leftovers inside of her,

then those little

soldiers have a fight?

A fight?

Yeah.

Apparently it all

kicks off down there.

The two loads go at

it, to the death.

Till there's only

one man's left standing.

F*** me.

I know.

Pretty romantic, yeah?

Yeah.

Dean?

What?

I want your spunk to kick the

living sh*t out of Eddie's.

Nice this, eh?

Yeah, it's well nice.

Proper princess time for you.

Thank you, Daddy.

You deserve it.

You sure?

Yeah.

Wish I had the money to treat

you like this all the time.

I'll earn it.

You'll see.

I know you will,

but I've been thinking.

There may be a way

of getting more, quicker.

How?

I got a plan, see?

Let's go through it

one more time, yeah?

What?

You're not fairing out

on me now, are you?

No.

Dean, I can't

carry on like this.

That money's just sitting there

waiting for us to take it.

I don't see why we can't just

take off, just the two of us.

F*** the money F*** the risk.

We've been through this

a thousand times.

We're both used

to Eddie's money now.

We can't live poor.

I won't live poor.

Now don't tell me you expect to

run away and work legit jobs?

Dean, we're never going to get

another chance like this.

It's a lot of money.

It's a f*** of a lot of money.

I'm guessing Eddie must have at least

Money like that

could go a long way

to helping out

a couple of amigos.

I'm thinking a nice even

split, 200 for me, 50 for you.

Anything over, I keep. Anything

under, that comes out your end.

Fair is fair and all that.

Normally, Eddie has 200,

maybe 250 max at his place.

But this weekend's

going to be different.

Different how?

This weekend,

the man is coming to town.

The man?

The gentleman.

Jimmy The Gent.

And if Jimmy's coming to town,

so is his briefcase.

That briefcase is

our holy grail, Dean.

F*** Eddie's 250.

That's small change compared to

what The Gent will be carrying.

The briefcase could be a myth.

It's not a myth.

He keeps everything

in there, old school.

Don't trust no one with it.

He doesn't even spend none of it

if he doesn't have to, either.

That's why Eddie's always

so pissed at the guy.

Eddie really hates The Gent.

I mean Marmite hate.

But it doesn't matter

how much Eddie hates him.

He's still got to pony up the

cash and put on a good show.

Jimmy will insist on a big night

out with a girl thrown in.

A young girl, too, 'cause

that's how The Gent likes them.

And you're thinking that

young girl might be me?

Delta,

you're like a mind reader or something.

If we can get you

in with Jimmy,

we can get you

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