London Boulevard Page #4

What's your name, yeah?

Come on!

Come on,

who are you? You doing her, yeah?

Her husband crashed a car in Spain

and incinerated a f***ing viscount.

- Lovely.

- Now I have a dental situation.

She wants to know if you can drive.

Can you drive?

So, you're not a criminal.

You're just like anybody

who might have gotten pinched

for hitting someone in a bar.

- There was more to it than that.

- Was or is?

Was.

So what do you want out of life, Mitch?

Out of all this worthless sh*t?

Enough to eat, a bed to lie in.

So I can think.

You had that in jail.

Could you get me a drink?

A scotch.

This place is a mausoleum.

I didn't offer you one.

- It's all right.

- No, it isn't.

Listen, what you are,

it's not what everybody is.

It's all right to have trouble

with the basics.

It would be odd if you didn't.

Where would you be if you were me?

Los Angeles.

There's no milk

and mice shat in the sugar.

I suppose a biscuit's

out of the question.

F*** off.

What we here for?

To pack.

They're not here yet.

They will be.

You've been down to my property.

You took money from my Mitchel.

- But Billy Norton said it was...

- No.

Billy Norton is a c*nt.

F*** Billy Norton. F*** you.

How much you take off my Mitchel?

- Fifty.

- Giz it.

Who do you work for?

- The police...

- No, that's your day job.

C*nt.

You go down to my property again

and take my money off my boys

and you'll end up in there.

Is that clear?

Nothing clearer.

How's your egg sarn?

- It's all right.

- Is it? Lovely.

F*** off.

Go on.

You can't seriously advise me

that what I've been doing

is worth anything.

Yes, I can. I just did.

Do you know what

a woman's for in film?

Go on then.

What this job is

that I'm supposed to want?

- I'm listening.

- A woman is there

to get the hero to talk about himself.

About his hopes. About his fears.

Maybe even about his

fascinating f***ing childhood.

But I can't... I can't do it.

Either you're getting your kit off,

opening up the trousers or brains

of an idiot in a piece of sh*t.

Or you're shooting MOS in Genoa

with some geriatric Italian pervert

who really artistically needs the hero

to stick his thumb up your arsehole

in the 17th sex scene.

Right.

Do you like the place?

- Needs a bit of work.

- Yeah.

You know, I was in Italy.

And...

And I started to fizz.

My arms felt light.

Dirty.

My mind was racing

and I couldn't breathe.

And I thought that I was going to die.

So I thought I'll just go home

and I'll have a week for myself.

I'll have a week for myself.

A bath.

But then I couldn't go out again

and now it's all this.

You ever had it since?

Fear?

Um...

Thanks for coming on,

for taking the job.

I haven't taken the job.

Good night.

The man who did this,

did the White House.

Seriously, went to America, as one

does when things go wrong.

I've heard of that.

You spent the night with her?

I'm going to pretend

you didn't ask the question.

- Did she tell you why she quit working?

- She doesn't like it.

Doesn't see the point.

She didn't tell you why she quit?

She was raped in Italy.

There were no police involved,

no newspapers.

She can't really report things.

- What happened to the man who did it?

- Well, it's an interesting story.

Turns out there were Quaaludes

dissolved in his Adescian Chianti.

A f***ing lot of Quaaludes.

He's on a machine in Barnet.

You're late. You knew about it.

What's the surprise, Billy?

You'll see, won't you?

Good of you to turn up, Mitchel.

Was this c*nt late?

You know Mr Beaumont

and Mr Fletcher.

He's not one of them.

- He's not one of them?

- He's not one of them.

- He's not one of them, Billy.

- He's got a f***ing foreskin, mate!

I got done by the Nation of Islam!

- And even if he was one of them...

- And even if he was, what?

What, you go down there, Bill,

and pick up the first black boy you saw?

Example, you said.

Even if it wasn't him, which it is him.

Well, it f***ing is now.

You know when I was a kid,

I was underprivileged, yeah?

My mother, don't get me wrong,

she kept a nice place and that.

Just after the war,

weren't a lot of money about.

But you know what, I remember

driving my girlfriend to Bermondsey,

so she could go to a party

with another boy.

Well, she didn't think I knew.

But I did. I f***ing knew.

She made me feel like a right c*nt.

What's that got to do with me?

F***!

F*** me. Look at that.

Right in the heart.

Well, ain't we all.

You're an accessory now.

It's a bit like being married,

you know. It's for life.

Now, men that take it to the next level,

they can do anything

they f***ing want, Mitchel.

Except keeping a guy like Billy

from f***ing up.

- Well, we're of the same mind, here.

- You stupid c*nt!

Bill, take that down the estate, will you?

- That could be difficult, Mr Gant.

- Oh, really?

Take that c*nt down the f***ing estate.

Make the other f***ing Zulus see it.

Or I'll f***ing bury you, c*nt!

Now I'd invite you for a drink,

but I'm running a bit bad at the moment.

You should ask a man before you

put him under this sort of contract.

Yeah? Let's have a word.

I didn't ask to know your business.

I don't want to know

your f***ing business!

Well, now you know

my f***ing business.

What you want and what you don't want

are two different f***ing things.

- Now are we still friends?

- You're safe, if that's what you mean.

As houses. Now, I know you.

And I know that c*nt.

You want me to kill him?

I'll f***ing kill him now.

- I didn't say that.

- You did.

No, no, no. That's what you said.

You said it.

- You said exactly that.

- Take it as you like, I didn't say that.

You don't have a c*nt like that

working for you.

- I didn't f***ing say that!

- You f***ing said it. You f***ing said it!

You said it. You know what the most

powerful f***ing thing is?

Yeah, knowing what can go wrong.

For anybody, at any f***ing time.

Do you know that?

Well...

Look, what we shouting for?

- Why... Why are we shouting?

- F***!

We don't shout at one another a lot.

Let's do lunch,

we'll sit down somewhere nice.

Have a chat. Like f***ing men!

C*nt.

F***ing c*nt.

- What do you think?

- I want to live there.

When I was a kid, I imagined a big

f***-off house in London, this house.

But it's his house.

You have money of your own, right?

- You ever had much money?

- On and off. Not freedom.

- What's that?

- What?

I'm not being a f***ing existentialist

with a Gauloise,

I'm just asking a question.

Ask another one.

How would you feel about

going to a restaurant? Like people?

You would be sitting in a restaurant

with a man

who just got out of Pentonville,

after doing three years for GBH.

As much as I love the idea,

I think it's the worst thing

I could possibly do to you.

Yeah, you'd be ripped apart.

I wouldn't want that.

Okay, I'm going to be very brave here.

I'm going to be very bold

and very brave.

If I fell a little in love with you

in the countryside,

what would you do about it?

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