Malice in Wonderland

(Angelica's Bring Back Her Head)

If you say you'll burn your car

If you'll burn that motorcar

And I know it is faux pas

And I know it is faux pas

If she means that much to you

If there's nothing you won't do

Yeah, you'll burn it

through and through

Yeah, you'll burn it

through and through

Bring her head back to me

Bring her head back to me

She's not all she's meant to be

She's not all she's meant to be

If you cut her she will bleed

If you cut her she will bleed

If she means that much to you

If there's nothing you won't do

Yeah, you'll burn it

through and through

Yeah, you'll burn it

through and through

- Bring her head back to me

Bring her head back to me...

Spare some change, miss?

- Do you know where Hulme Street is?

- Hulme?

H-U-L-M-E. My mom lives there.

Used to.

You'll get it back...

Later.

I used to know a woman

who lived on Hulme Street.

This way!

- F***!

- Idiots!

Late, I'm late! Gotta get me there.

No, no...

Oi! Move it!

Come on, get up.

Do you want a f***ing Oscar?

Look at the time! Look at the bloody time!

Late in 2 places at once.

Listen... I ain't got time for this.

I wish I did, but I ain't. So...

Oi! I saw that! I saw that!

Booze. She's out of it.

She's one of 'em f***ing binge-drinkers.

What is it you want?

Letsby Avenue? Yeah, up you get!

- Police, please.

- She'll sleep it off.

OK, in you go.

That's it. Go.

- That's it.

- A girl with a white coat...

Leave it, whitey, leave it. There's no time.

I'm late.

Whitey's rules, number 1:

"No dying."

Rule 2:
"No puking."

Rule 3:
"No nothing else."

No time for ER. I've got a pick-up to make

and nothing's gonna stand in my way.

Get ready for the land that time forgot.

This isn't right.

Yank?

Los-f***ing-Angeles this is not.

Where are you taking me?

Home... eventually.

But the party first-- Harry's.

- What's your name?

- My name...?

I... I can't remember.

Had a bang on the head?

Yeah, that's amne... amn...

What is it? It's...

Anamnes...

You lost your f***ing memory.

For your knees... For your nerves...

For your breath...

What's this one here?

Here y'are. Wallop.

- for your head.

- Now, listen to me.

Pop one of 'em down your rabbit hole,

it's gonna knock you out at first.

Afterwards, you're gonna be

as sharp as sh*t.

Trust me... I'm a doctor.

I do prescriptions.

People tell me

what they need... and I nick it.

Thank you.

I've gotta get me there... I'm late.

Harry Hunt...

Big boss.

Just got out of jail.

Big party.

Best present ever.

Pure and uncut...

Special import.

Gotta get me that Thai for Harry...

Thai...?

- Mr. Griffin...

- Look, I have to warn you.

Mr. Griffin...

What's in here may change

your life forever. Are you sure?

Yes.

- Sure?

- Yes.

- ...change your life forever...

- I called the private investigator.

...inside this will change...

There's Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

What's in here...?

Yes...

- Who are you?

- I know who I am...

Who are you?

Drugs... For your breath?!

- I don't know.

- Me neither.

- This is getting me nowhere.

- Depends where you wanna be.

My head.

What...?

Is that my bag?

You've got my bag!

That's my bag!

As soon as I woke up I said,

"Today was gonna be a bad day".

That's 7 words, 3 seconds to say them.

Already I'm late getting out of bed.

Time snowballs.

Second here, second there,

and now I've missed my delivery.

Oi!

Where's my goods?

This way!

Well, that's f***ing specific.

Yeah!

I've totted the takings.

Come back!

And not one... tosspot

has reached target.

- Wait!

- Target's to hard, Gonzo?

Is it?

Where's the diddy man?

- All right, Gonzo.

- Here he is.

All right?

I had to shut down.

The track wasn't safe.

Not safe...

Not safe is good, right?

If the track cracks...

how far is the fall?

No, Gonzo, Gonzo! Err, no...

Wait, wait!

Hey!

That bag, and the money, he stole it!

- Give it back.

- There you go.

- What have I said about women?

- She followed me in.

Girls are trouble...

- women are double.

- Are double.

What are you? A runaway?

Suicide!

Not a... junkie?

- Gotta have a problem to work here, love.

- I've got flatulence!

- I've got a fat back.

- And I've got halitosis.

Saint Gonzo, that's me.

Employer of the flotsam and jetsam.

I have got a problem, actually.

I can't remember... Names, places.

I can think of a few places for you...

- My mind is a blank.

- You hear that, lads?

The lady's lost her memory.

You lot better look for it.

Step into my office.

- I'm not sure if I should.

- Then you're not sure if you shouldn't.

What do you say, you and I,

we have a little private party.

We were going to Harry's party.

Harry Hunt?

Rhymes with...

What's a... What's an old devil like him

to an angel like you?

- I should go find out.

- You're good.

You are very good.

I've seen pork more kosher.

You're here to sniff out

what I bought him, aren't ya?

What gift I've bought him to make me

his number one geezer.

You're a spy...

I don't have any idea

what you're talking about.

Yeah?

Who's your daddy?

Where are you from? Who are you with?

- Wh...

- Why?!

- Why...?

- Why, why, why?

- Because I'm asking, that's why.

- Whitey.

Whi...? Whitey?!

That dirty...

So... Where is he?

He's... picking up something for...

Picking up... something for Harry.

What?

I'm late. Gonna get me a Thai for Harry.

A tie?

Tie my arse.

Tie...

Tie is a green channel at customs.

He's got him something special.

I'd like to know what.

Now!

Mr. Big.

What Class A delights

have you robbed for us tonight?

- You're in no state to get lippy.

- Whitey, he's got your money.

I wouldn't have hurt you, you know that.

Adios.

- Hey, thanks.

- For what?

- For saving me.

- This ain't over, Whitey!

- Only bird worth saving is Her Majesty.

- You get him a tie, I get him a shirt.

- I've got a heart attack plan.

- You get him shoes, I get him a handbag!

I've got till 10 o'clock

to find the best present ever for Harry.

So, who is this stupid Harry, anyway?

He'd have your head saying that.

Harry's been inside.

Word is Harry's organised a big bank job.

Massive. Millions waiting to be robbed.

Everybody wants him.

That's why the fight to get him

the bestest coming-out present.

To buy his favour.

When Harry picks his team

for the big one...

he's making millionaires.

He don't do nothing by halves,

Harry, see.

He sorted out the clubs and their owners.

Then there was the diamond geezers.

I believe that got messy.

Then the spades tried muscling in.

Last one dead was the DJ.

Does like his music, does Harry...

George Michael, Pet Shop Boys,

Liberace...

He sounds... fascinating.

I've heard Harry called a lot of F words...

"Fascinating" is a new one.

Tonight is his coming out party.

Everyone who's anyone

will be showering him with gifts

Except me-

because mine's gone walkabout.

Well, he might not notice. I mean,

he'll be busy with his other presents.

He's got the all-seeing eye. He makes

Sauron look like Stevie Wonder.

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