London Boulevard Page #6

And what physical condition

is that Billy in?

Can we talk a little business, Rob?

I don't feel we got too much more to say.

Any more out of you and I'll be

paying you a f***ing visit

and I'll cut your f***ing throat!

- That's mine!

- Give me.

That's mine, you c*nts!

Don't you love this place?

My friend owns it.

Alfons!

This is my sibling, Mitchel.

Mitchel, this is Alfons.

A pleasure.

I shall order for you both.

Yeah, all right, but nothing nasty.

- That's Alfons.

- Without a doubt.

Have you been drinking?

Can we not talk about

anything important for a change?

Like the fact I've left Dr Raju.

No longer. Me and Dr Raju, finito.

You took his PIN number?

- What?

- His PIN number?

Money, money, money,

it's all you ever talk about.

- Your tie's undone.

- Yeah, it's been a long day.

Listen. There are some people after me.

- And they might try and hurt you.

- Ooh!

- Yeah.

- Ooh!

Very much so. So I want you out of

the country until I settle something.

Well, the world's got an infinite

number of places, could be anywhere.

Yeah, one of them's Paris.

Here, a train ticket.

Ooh, Paris!

All right. But I'm going to need

more money than my usual.

- None.

- Of course.

- Yeah?

- No excuses.

And stay there, right. Until I call.

You're not my dad, all right?

Alfons, can we get...

What should we have...

Two triple Sambucas on fire.

- Briony.

- Make sure they're on fire.

I like it when you take care of me.

I love you.

- Don't miss the train.

- What?

Mitchel, I'm not going to drink,

I promise I won't drink.

I promise I won't drink!

Yeah, can I get my Sambucas please,

Alfons?

- You haven't been anywhere.

- Not yet.

I've taken a job.

That's good.

- I have to go to LA.

- Get out of London.

- Yeah, it doesn't suit me.

- Right.

Will you come with me?

There's something I have to do first.

But you'll come to America?

Yeah, I will.

- Heard of the Chateau Marmont?

- Yeah.

They have a list, it doesn't exist.

Your name will be on it.

Watch out for a big

Bosnian f***er!

Next time, he'll come!

You have a visitor.

I'm not sure how to say this,

but it's the sort of thing a celebrity

really cannot afford to have

in the newspapers.

What are we going to do with him?

Billy's get found dead everywhere.

I'm going to need your help.

Are you able?

If I can poison a producer

with his own Quaaludes,

I should say I'm equal

to just about anything.

Compared to most people,

I'm a f***ing Borgia Pope.

What do you intend to do

about this Bosnian f***er?

This Storbor?

Kill him. Kill who hired him.

We're gonna need a f***

of a lot of drugs.

You have found your man.

Right.

I am what I say I am.

Lads!

I hear you've been looking for me.

You have balls, my friend.

I'll buy you a drink.

No, I want to do a deal.

Did you find something

at your house, huh?

That was a funny thing you did.

I like your style.

- You coming?

- As long as my new friend comes too.

- You're so f***ed, mate!

- Yeah, why not.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

You ever heard of the Beatles?

Niet.

John Lennon was me uncle.

Who's this wanker?

I love you.

- What did you want to talk about?

- We talk or you're getting paid.

- Yeah.

- What does he mean, getting paid?

Does everyone get this high?

What do you mean, getting paid?

As in, you do Gant, I'll double it.

Have you got the balls to kill Gant?

I have killed babies.

That's good to know.

Let it happen, mate. You're done.

Mr Mitchel, look, I won't say anything!

It's not just grass.

F***!

- Hello.

- Briony, where are you?

- I'm in Paris, where else?

- Good girl. Stay there, all right?

All right.

Breathe.

F***!

Briony?

Where's Briony?

Well, well, well.

What lovely surprises.

Oh, you have no f***ing idea.

Thank you for coming in.

Would you get down there, please?

What the f*** are you doing?

That's just dope, mate.

Please.

Right here. Right here.

Yes?

- How the f*** did you get in?

- Your missus let me in.

I've got 60 grand here. In this room.

Get it.

Don't open it.

- Why not?

- Because there's a f***ing gun in it.

Out you come.

Get into bed.

You and me could be great.

People will remember us.

- It's funny what you remember.

- Oh, yeah.

I wrote a poem for a girl once,

she signed her name to it

and gave it to her other boyfriend.

What's that got to do with me?

My client has no knowledge

of any of these matters.

At the time of the incident,

my client was already in transit

to the United States.

Heard you'd been looking for me.

This is a matter for

the London Metropolitan Police.

No further questions at this time.

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