Malice in Wonderland Page #2

That's why I've got to pull something

big out of the hat. Come on, just think!

I think...

I think I might hurl.

Medication on an empty stomach.

Not good.

Always read the label.

"The Imperial."

Stuffed with chicken, shish,

doner, some other dead thing-

only 9,000 points on Weight Watchers.

Never tasted anything like it.

Half a goat in there, easy.

Now...

Order of the day. What do I get a man

who can rob everything?

Well, what's he into?

Banks, security vehicles, blokes...

Does he like art?

'Round here art is getting

the spelling right on your tattoo.

- What about a cake?

- Who buys a mob boss a cake?

- Someone who cares.

- That's what I thought. Nice one, Britney.

That's not my name.

You don't know who you are.

So you don't know who you're not.

- There's got to be something in here...

- Hey, that's personal.

Only to you, and we don't know you,

so... it's not.

- Is it not?

- OK...

OK...

Proper nip-tucked.

Lippy...

"Vegetarian's Guide to London."

Radio thingy...

- Is this where you're staying?

- Could be.

- Well, I know one thing.

- What?

You're loaded.

Let's call them.

Let's find out if I'm checked in.

- "All right, love? Any guests missing?"

- "I'm sorry, sir, I couldn't possibly..."

- Come on, 500 rooms...

- What else?

- Dodgson Industries, New York.

- OK, we have to call that one.

- Call it off. The States is a 5er a word.

- Come on.

My whole life could be

at the end of the line.

Please.

I'm taking hits in the clock,

I'm taking hits in the pocket.

- You know? I'm taking punches all over.

- Thanks.

It's ringing.

Answering machine. What do I say?

If you're missing a girl,

call this number:

I think I'm gonna be sick again.

Well...

It can't be something you ate.

Now, listen...

I know a place where I can get the cake.

We do the party, I drive you to London,

to your 5-star hotel.

I promise.

That's really kind of you, but...

I just feel like that would take forever.

You know, maybe longer, and...

I just have to find another way.

I know I was supposed to do something...

important, and...

I don't know what it is.

Well, babe,

I want shot of you ASAP PFQ...

If there was another way,

then I'm sure I would have...

- I've just thought of one.

- Yeah?

Jesus Christ!

- Here's a 20 to get you to London.

- Thanks.

- When's the next bus?

- To be honest, darling, I ain't got a clue.

What?

Just having one last butcher's

in case I have to bang one out later.

Now, I'm being a gentleman,

not taking advantage, OK?

I bet I'll regret this.

It's freezing...

Oi!

Quiet night?

- So-so.

- Liar...

I've got just what you're looking for,

right here, at Duchy Mansion.

- Don't you f***ing touch it.

- Nice "tie"...

Silky, smooth...

- Leave it.

- Business first.

This little gift you've imported for Harry

is easily the best!

He will be pleased!

That's why I want a share. Deal?

No share. No deal. No way.

Not even halfway.

Get him a cake.

Who makes a mob boss a cake?

- Someone who cares.

- Someone who cares...

Yes...

We'll give him the "tie" and the cake.

I say we but it could just as easily be "I".

You know you can't deliver.

You never leave the house.

You know you can't deliver.

You haven't got the guts!

Deal?

Deal.

I look like death.

I feel like death.

What makes me feel good?

Music.

You're listening to KHUFU...

I'm Felix Chester

with the Memory Mix on 99.9--

Where does it hurt you, baby?

In my guts and in my brain.

I hear ya.

You hear me?

Now, hear this...

I'm listening.

(Betty Steeles' Where Are You?)

Broken frames

So dark inside

faces mismatched

Trickle up in a line

Waves of shadows

Scattered dreams

Where are you?

Where are you?

Trying to find

What do I see...

Pictures that rhyme

- Colours that breathe...

- Gotta get out of here.

I need to

Discover more

find where I've been

Let images pour...

How many do I take of these?

Doesn't say.

Pictures that rhyme,

colours that breathe...

Police...

Trying to find

What do I see?

Pictures that rhyme

Colours that breathe...

Sorry... I'm sorry.

Dad...

Sorry, dear,

I've had to cut the trip short.

Board meeting in New York...

Board meeting... Board...

Dad...

Dad... I think we both know

why we're leaving early.

I think we both know

why we're leaving early.

Dad...

Dad, I'm sorry... I'm sorry.

After her.

More on tonight's kidnap story.

Police have launched a nationwide

search for Alice Dodgson, 19,

who was brutally snatched

in London street this evening.

Billionaire Lewis Dodgson has posted

a 10-million-dollar reward

for the return of his daughter.

Eye witness reports say

she was bundled into a black cab.

Billionaire's daughter.

Today will be a little bit

better than yesterday.

Police.

999.

- Emergency?

- Yes.

I would like to report that I'm...

sick and my head is spinning

and I got sick and I'm very lost.

Where are you?

Yes, I'm in a phone booth at a bus stop.

- Your name?

- My name... Sorry, I don't know.

- Have you taken drugs?

- Have I taken some drugs? Yes.

Great.

Cheerio. Ta-ta. Wheaties.

Stupid country.

What you looking for?

A pick-me-up?

Fine, 3, 5 and 2, 6 and 1.

Lucky eyes here now

before delivery is done.

- What? Mister...?

- Drop the Mister.

See this eye.

I'm no pillar, I'm a cat.

Postman chiller is where I'm at.

I think it's the police.

- What are you doing?!

- Saving your arse from the SPG.

Them mothers'll lock you down

and throw away the key.

- I haven't done anything.

- Tell it to the judge to sentence his life

and he don't budge.

My hooker she's a looker.

Hit me scratch and I even let you.

- Pleased to met you.

- Policeman here is not to be trusted.

Step out of line and pow!

You is busted!

I can't spend it.

one on a boat, another mil on motors.

A box of the mighty Hammers!

I can't spend it. I can't spend it.

- Where to, babe?

- London.

A cabbie said he'd take me

but then he disappeared.

He didn't seem honest,

and... he isn't as I feared.

Infected with the rhyme,

check out now down town.

Next drop Lloyd Street, number 31.

It seems a little late to deliver the post.

Au contraire,

now is when folks need it most.

Baby, you got email.

- You sell drugs?

- Ain't a lie.

Ain't a pill on the planet

I don't know and you can buy.

Well, these don't seem to be working.

And I need to get my memory back

from where it is lurking.

"For your head"?

Beats! That's a heavy pop!

You better see a doc

before you open up the top.

But I've already taken 1

or have I taken 2?

I can't remember old stuff

and now I can't remember new.

Think yourself smart.

I wish it was me.

Take for your head

and be who you wanna be.

How can I be who I wanna be

when I am who I am?

When memories come back, some

you keep and some you trash in a can.

You can deal the cards,

just rearrange the deal.

We pick you up 1,

we drop you down 2.

If I get to the party, my driver's inside.

No access to the party

without an invitation.

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