London Boulevard Page #5

Anything.

Everything.

I was talking sh*t earlier

about going to a restaurant.

- I can't. I mean, I can't even...

- I know. I know.

Is she in there, mate!

Oi, where's the c*nt with the long hair?

There's nowhere to hide, mate!

Are you f***ing her?

You are, aren't you?

Bet she smells lovely!

There he is!

Up here mate, smile for the camera!

I want you to organize collections,

Streatham, Clapham and Kennington.

- Don't know about that, Mr Gant.

- Call me Rob.

I'm not expecting you

to go door to door, not in that suit.

F*** me, have a look at you.

You know you could be

anything you want to be.

That's what I've always heard.

"You could do anything."

Yeah.

People don't get given chances.

Not like the chance I'm giving you.

Now, your mate Mr Norton,

your friend Billy.

He couldn't run a firm,

he couldn't even bring me

the right spade.

I can recommend the lemon sole,

it's blinding.

Bit flash in here, I know,

but it's f***ing British, isn't it?

I'll have the steak, rare and mash.

Thank you.

I want to go with the lemon sole

and some mashed potatoes with it,

and a few bobby beans.

Start with bottle of Sancerre

and a bottle of Haut-Brion.

And a glass for each one.

One glass, the right f***ing glass.

- Sir?

- Send me the sommelier.

You know, the wine geezer.

You're looking for two Kennington kids

who bashed up some old wino.

One of them is a young footballer

with promise.

And I've got a lot of money

behind him. Future revenue.

Also, it's the love for the game.

- Isn't that lovely?

- Well, he's the belle of the ball.

Right.

No one's going to put him

in a frame, Mitch.

You like this gaff?

You like the life, yeah?

Well, you're going to have to

give up your day job.

- Not a chance.

- Ah.

Lovely out in the country, isn't it, mate?

That's proper England, you know.

Jerusalem.

You're a f***ing gangster.

You're part of my firm.

Well, there are times when a gangster

- is something to be.

- And when is that?

You're not gonna come and work

for me, that's obvious.

So when the f*** is it?

You saw me shoot that f***ing spade.

Eh?

You really think I'm going to let you

walk free around this f***ing planet?

It ain't gonna happen.

See what you have to understand

is that if I was a gangster, Rob,

- you'd be the first to f***ing die.

- Huh.

I wouldn't work for you. I'd kill you

and take everything you've got.

- Oh.

- If I were a gangster.

That's why you don't want me

to be a gangster.

That's why nobody wants me

to be a gangster,

'cause I could not stop if I started.

Do you get it?

Don't ask again.

That's for the steak.

Welcome.

I was just getting very high.

Of course you are. It's 6:00 a.m.

You haven't been paid yet.

Rent on the flat.

I'm not taking the job.

You all right?

Well, I wasn't expecting you,

but you'll do.

This is my two friends.

Mr Fletcher, Mr Beaumont.

- All right?

- Yeah.

So what are you doing here?

I thought the place would be empty.

I came to collect some things of mine.

- Of yours?

- That I'd left behind when I...

When I had to leave.

You had to get your things in my flat?

It sounds silly, but it used to be mine.

No, no, no, no. It was never yours.

- Since I still had a key.

- Oh, you still got a key, yeah.

- But that's...

- That's my key.

You all right? Don't be nervous,

there's no need to be nervous.

- I'm not nervous.

- You're not?

- No.

- What, you always like that?

What?

When I was a kid I used to love

going to the seaside with my uncle.

Well, he wasn't my uncle.

He was with my mum.

She had me, but he wasn't my uncle.

He used to do things to me.

You know how that made me feel?

Did you hear about Kennington?

- No.

- Go f*** yourself, Danny.

Everyone knows who I'm looking for

and no one's bringing him to me.

I don't like that, Danny.

All right, but you didn't hear it from me.

What's his name and where is he?

I can't be seen with you, here, ever.

Not in England.

I don't want them to take

your photograph. They can't have you.

There's no need for that.

No need for that, Mitch!

Shall we go for a ride, Billy,

you and me?

Or are you gonna

get the hell out of here?

- You're f***ed, mate.

- How's that, Billy?

Gant's got a hard-on for you.

- I ain't a f***ing homosexual.

- F*** this Gant's...

F*** this Gant's homosexual sh*t.

If he is, if he is, free country, isn't it?

I get you... I... I get you

the sweetest deal

and you sh*t all down it.

You just sh*t all down it.

Your head's all f***ed up. Eh?

It's all f***ed up in your head.

He said you owe him, you owe him.

I don't owe him anything.

Get out of here, Billy.

- Give us me some f***ing keys then.

- One last thing.

Three years ago when I did that guy,

how did your hands look afterwards?

How did your hands look, Billy?

You think I didn't f***ing know?

- You think I didn't f***ing know, Billy?

- You're gone! You're gone, man!

- I'm talking to a zero!

- Don't come around here again!

Gant wants that motor. Wants it!

Wants that f***ing...

Wants that Bacon painting.

- Wants it.

- It's not want he wants.

Watch out for a

big Bosnian f***er!

Next time, he'll come!

Hey, hey,

hey! Woah.

- Have a word. Don't be shy.

- Hey, what's the rush?

- Who do you think that is?

- Some c*nt.

How do you feel about guns, Jordan?

My dear boy, I'm a trained actor.

I can feel anything about anything.

You took it from a passing philosopher,

I imagine.

You got somewhere to put it?

I do.

I need to borrow a car.

Why f*** around?

Hello, Billy.

- F***in' A!

- Get up! Get up!

Don't! F***! F***!

Come here! Come here!

We can... We can work it out!

- You're hurting me.

- You were in my house, Billy,

- where I f***ing live!

- He told me to go.

What happened to the owner

of my old place, Billy? Huh?

It was... It ain't to frame you, I swear.

- The f*** it isn't.

- That f***ing stupid bastard,

he went in and he tried to get in

to get some f***ing clothes.

- Who?

- I don't know. I don't know.

Yeah. So, Gant lost it! Yeah,

you know like he done that night

with the f***ing spade!

He f***ing lost it.

Yeah, so he took the c*nt down

to f***ing Brighton.

He took him down, he f***ed him

up the f***ing arse

and he cut his f***ing head off, man!

I swear, Gant will kill everybody!

Yeah, everyone who belongs to you,

I swear, everybody.

Does he know about my sister?

Everybody knows about your sister.

Come here! Come here!

Look at me, you c*nt!

Mitch! Mitch! Mitchy, it's me,

you remember me?

You remember me,

you remember Billy, don't ya?

Come here.

No, no, no. That's Gant's money.

That's Gant's money, don't touch it.

No, it's not, Billy. No, it's not.

Just another f***in' gangster, Billy.

All the money is mine.

All the f***ing money is mine!

Don't! Give me that money.

I'll give you my own f***ing money.

- Stay there!

- I'll give you my own f***ing money.

What have you done to me?

- Is he all done and dusted?

- It's Mitchel.

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