Layer Cake Page #7

- What are you talking about?

- I'll call the law.

She didn't mean that. She's upset.

Shut the f*** up!

That's where playing

at being a gangster gets you.

You're not in there

because I like you.

I'm beginning to feel left out.

Why?

Freddie Hurst is still

in intensive care...

...after your jolly little reunion

the other day.

F***ing hell, Duke.

For once, you might be of some use.

That was Gazza on the phone.

It's on.

He'll pick you up at 9 in the

morning. Gallows Corner. Know it?

Yeah.

With Jimmy gone, these pills

will make a nice contribution...

...to my retirement fund,

so don't f*** things up again, okay?

If you do...

...you'll wish this Dragan had shot you

between the eyes, understand?

Best of luck.

Thanks.

F*** off!

Sidney, I've told you,

stop answering my phone, okay?

- Who was it?

- Wrong number.

- What's up, mate?

- Hello, Sidney.

- How you doing, then?

- I'm all right. How are you?

I'm all right, mate, yeah.

Gazza, this place stinks. We want to

get you out of here. Fifty pence a pill.

That way, we all come out

with something.

- I think they're worth more than that.

- This is a reality check.

Paul's dead, Jimmy's dead. Duke and

Slasher, f*** knows where they are.

This gear is knock-off,

and the Serbs you nicked it from...

...they'd kill you like

you'd take a piss.

Gazza, the old bill are outside!

- Gazza, no!

- Go, go, go!

- Let's have it!

- Don't point that gun at me.

- Put it down!

- We're going in!

Gazza, look at me. Put it down.

You're gonna get us all shot.

F*** it! Boat!

Stay there!

F***!

Come on!

- Gazza, wait!

- F***ing hurry up, then!

Get in.

Is this for me?

Yes.

Your cargo's gone, I'm afraid.

- It was seized by...

- I know already.

- How do you know?

- I watched.

I don't believe this.

Cox's gonna go f***ing spare!

We are in sh*t.

You lot have f***ed up again.

Oh, f***ing hell.

Leave it to me, lads.

I'll explain to Inspector Cox...

...that his suspect has scarpered

because of your blundering.

Knobheads. Helmets off.

Does this settle things, then?

Tango Foxtrot, over.

Delta Uniform.

How did that other errand go?

Success, as far as I could make out.

Where is my f***ing prisoner?

- You old ladies couldn't catch a cold.

- Sir, I just...

Shut up, you soppy wanker.

- Go.

- Dingo Bongo.

- Is this area now secure?

- Yes, sir.

You can f*** off, then.

So where are the pills, genius?

I think this is them now.

What the f***?

- Couldn't leave this behind.

- Greenies.

You are in the wrong game.

You should work with us.

- Are we square?

- Yeah, we're sweet.

It seems so. Your pills

are in the back. Help yourself.

Hello.

Okay. Yes, it will do. Bye-bye.

You're off the hook, Morty.

Freddie Hurst is out of his coma.

Good news.

- Yeah.

- Good news, mate.

Listen, I've got one for you.

Irishman caught his son

snorting charlie.

He said, "If I catch you doing that

again, I'll rub your f***ing nose in it."

- Do you have the pills?

- In the cars.

Boss wants to see you in his office.

Come in. Sit down.

Here you are. Payment.

- You look shocked, son.

- Are you taking the f***ing piss?

You and Jimmy have caused my little

angel Charlotte considerable anxiety.

She's off to Arizona

for a course of intense treatment.

I'm keeping those pills for myself,

by way of compensation.

I think I'm entitled. Simple. End of.

The amount of trouble

you've caused the last few days.

Jimmy.

Poor little Jimmy.

It would be in your interests...

...if this thing finishes here,

now, today. Understand?

It doesn't matter what I do.

This lot are gonna come after you.

They're too long in the tooth

to rampage round the country...

...looking for revenge. Look at them.

Bunch of underendowed,

aging f***-pigs.

Are you enjoying this?

No. On the contrary.

Take it as a compliment.

You're a bright young man.

This monkey business is

in your blood, under your skin.

You're not getting out, you're just

getting in. I've every faith in you.

One day, it will be you sitting here...

...telling some Young Turk

the facts of life.

And they are, Mr. Temple?

You're born, you take sh*t.

Get out in the world,

you take more sh*t.

Climb a little higher,

you take less sh*t.

Until one day, you're up

in the rarefied atmosphere...

...and you've forgotten

what sh*t even looks like.

Welcome to the layer cake, son.

This thing ends here, tonight.

You understand?

Drug money's easy money, not grief.

The odds, as you can see,

are against you.

Good night.

If you're gonna hang around

in this game...

... that's where you've

got to aim to be.

In your bonded warehouse with

the ex-soldiers doing the dirty work...

... while you deliver

the suspect lecture...

... to baffle your opponents

and cover your tracks.

The art of good business

is being a good middleman.

Putting people together. I'll always

thank Eddie for telling me that.

It's all about honor and respect.

This is the end, Mr. Duke,

as I told you.

Do you know what?

I f***ing enjoyed that, brother.

Just like the old days, Shanks.

A nice bit of armed robbery.

All right? Where do you want

the money sent, lah?

I'll let you know as soon as I do.

Again, I am sorry about Lucky.

Don't worry about it, kidder.

Man was a prick, anyway. Later.

- Ready?

- Yeah. Let's go.

Did I really think Eddie was gonna

give me 3 million for those pills?

Did I f***.

But suddenly there was a void

where once there was Jimmy Price.

After a couple days, Eddie's little

"getting in and getting out" speech...

... started to make sense.

- Angelo. Thank you.

- Thank you very much.

- Can we get some privacy?

- Of course.

The king is dead.

Long live the king.

Well, I'm honored.

But for me this is all over.

I'm getting out.

What was true then is true now.

Have a plan. Stick to it.

So I'm sure you must have

lots to discuss...

...but I have no business being here.

I've got someone to meet.

Adios, amigos.

Paul the boatman.

Kinky.

The Duke.

Slasher.

Kilburn Jerry.

Crazy Larry.

Mr. Lucky.

Troop.

Jimmy.

I don't want to add my name

to that list.

My name? If you knew that,

you'd be as clever as me.

No!

I'm sorry.

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