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...so large and beautiful

his people believed it was paradise.

And there was a fortress at the entrance,

strong enough to resist all the world.

Now, the old man who caused

those of his young men...

...whom he had chosen

to be his Hashishin...

...his assassins, to be given a potion

to cast them into a deep sleep.

And to be carried into the garden...

...so that when they awoke

they believed they were in paradise.

And there were damsels

and young girls there...

...who dallied with them

to their hearts' content...

...so that they had

what young men desire.

Thus it was,

that when the old man decided...

...to send one of his assassins

upon a mission...

...such as to have a prince slain...

...he would send for one

of these youths and say:

'Go thou and kill...

...and when thou returnest

my angels shall bear thee into paradise.

And shouldest thou die, nevertheless...

...I will send my angels

to carry you back into paradise."'

Enjoy doing work?

Are you in that garden?

Yeah.

Stay there.

Never trust old men,

old showmen, old wankers.

I'm gonna take you down the riverside.

I might powder you.

I might polish you.

I might make you shiny like a mirror.

I just don't know.

What's that? What do you call it?

Pectoral.

Do you like my physique?

Yeah, it's in...

It's in good condition.

I've got two angles.

One male and one female.

Just like a triangle, see?

- Did you notice?

- Aye.

Did you never have a female feel?

No, never. I feel like a man.

A man all the time.

That's awful.

That's what's wrong with you,

isn't it?

What do you mean?

It's a man's man's world.

There's nothing wrong with me.

I'm normal.

How do you think

Turner feels like, huh?

I don't know, he's weird.

And you're weird.

- You're kinky.

- He's a man. Male and female man.

And he feels like me.

- No. No, he doesn't.

- How do I feel, huh?

Tell me. Female feel.

You love it.

Come inside my squares.

I'll introduce you to Eek, the light god.

But be fast and change

your beautiful dress...

...or my curiosity will go elsewhere.

Tell me, my gluteus maximus,

how does it feel like, huh?

- I said I'm not one of those.

- Big butch.

- Rita Hayworth.

- I said, no.

You're sick.

You...

You... You degenerate.

You're perverted.

- What's he wanna get out of my face?

- I'm gonna polish you.

The hole. The hole.

- What's he want?

- Maybe a little mirror.

- A little dark mirror.

- My mirror? No.

- A little dark mirror.

- No, he shan't. The thieving slag.

Listen!

He won't take it away, you fool.

He just wants to take a look in it.

He's stuck!

- Stuck!

- Why?

Why? Because he's lost his demon.

That's why.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, he thought he had it under control.

Juggling all those balls, millions of them.

Until one day he was looking

in his favorite mirror...

...admiring his image, see?

And when suddenly,

he saw it a bit too clearly.

And he was just a beautiful, little,

freaky, stripy beast, darling.

So he thought maybe...

Maybe it's time for a change, he thought.

Then immediately as he watched,

the image faded.

His demon had abandoned him.

- He was gone.

- Yeah?

He's still trying to figure out

whether he wants it back.

- He's gotta find it again.

- Listen, I gotta tell you something.

Go and tell Turner. He's waiting for you.

He's been waiting a long, long time.

You must be polite.

Right again. Me.

Me.

Me.

Do you call that equitable?

I like that. Turn it up.

It was Mad Cyril.

We've been courteous.

Let's have a look.

Let's have a look.

- Excuse me, but...

- Come in!

Take them off. Take them off!

Go and tell your agent.

Why? What time is it?

You forgot to phone your agent.

L... I forgot.

You forgot to phone him.

These two freaks

with shiny eyes like this:

And that guy like this:

You've been giving him a hard time,

haven't you?

Did you screw him?

Hey, what is this?

Do you want it? It's yours.

You can have it.

Yeah?

Is he a real gangster? Is he?

No.

You done me up.

I forgot, didn't I?

He's got my passport.

He's got my...

- Hello?

- Tony?

Hello?

Hang on.

- There you go.

- Hey, Tony.

Hello, pal. Where you been?

You forgot.

Oh, Christ almighty.

No, I had a bit of aggravation, Tone.

It wasn't easy. I've got the picture.

I've got it right here.

Oh, that's great, great.

Look, that ship.

It looks as if it's leaving tomorrow night.

Yeah, somewhere...

I just need the photo.

Yeah, well...

...you got to pick it up.

Yeah, let me think.

81 Powis Square, Notting Hill Gate.

He can come here.

81 Powis Square, Notting Hill Gate.

81 Powis Square, Notting Hill Gate.

Yes, Chas, yeah.

You'll pick it up at 9:30.

I'll pick it up at 9:30.

Are you all right, boy?

No, no, no, I'm all right, Chas.

I'm just feeling a bit tired, that's all.

Tony...

...I owe you for this.

I'm going to miss you, Tone.

Yeah, I'll miss you too, boy.

Well, good night.

Good night. I'll call you at 9.

- God bless.

- Thanks, Tone.

Thank you, Tony.

A wise head on...

Still on those young shoulders, eh?

So he forgot, did he?

Forgot but not forgiven, eh, Moody?

Pardon?

It's funny. Wouldn't you say

that was unlike him, Tony?

It's unlike him to forget

an important thing.

Why is he going to America?

Why? I don't know.

Place to go isn't it, for gangsters?

I don't think so.

He's going to get in

some bad scenes again.

He should go here. Look.

The mountains of Persia.

Yeah, maybe. Maybe you're right.

I'm sure there's some bandits over there.

- Don't you think?

- Maybe.

Yeah, I'll tell him.

I'll tell him.

Tell me something.

Do you think the mountains

would be improved without the bandits?

Oh, my God.

I feel like I've been

through a cement mixer.

- French, are you?

- Yes, I'm French.

You're a funny little frog.

- You've got small titties, eh?

- Yes.

Bit underdeveloped?

Yes. What does that mean?

You're very skinny.

Like a little boy or something.

Some have mistaken this.

Lousy morning.

This is for you. I found it.

- It's an amethyst.

- Yes.

It's a purple amethyst.

Yeah.

You can have this too.

This is a magic one.

Is it?

Thanks.

Pherber's got a visa.

They don't wanna give you a visa?

- No.

- Why not?

I don't know why not.

Because you're foreign.

He likes foreign birds, that Turner.

Maybe I go with you. Why not?

But I don't want to go to America.

I wish you'd be a bandit in Persia.

- What's your name?

- Lucy.

He's got talent.

He shouldn't have retired.

He should keep at it.

He's stuck.

Everyone know who he is still,

don't they?

He likes you.

Stay until tomorrow.

I can't. I got to go along in a little while.

I've got to go too.

Maybe Pherber will come with me.

For holidays.

In the mountains.

Oh, merde, shampoo.

It's upstairs in the bathroom.

I'll get it for you.

Thanks.

We've got to get off, Chas.

Harry's waiting for you.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Some of the chaps come up

to see you too.

To see how you are.

Rosie, I've got to pop upstairs

for a second.

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