Revolver Page #5

I'll just pop upstairs, grab my trunks,

and be down in a jiffy.

- I wouldn't do that if I were you.

- Oh, and why is that, Avi?

Why do you think we're in this icy birdbath,

when we could be upstairs, toasty

and cozy, watching the naughty channel?

How long can it take to get five coffees

and a couple of pizzas?

You are on your own, Jakey boy.

Move.

You've got to tell the boss.

Why me?

Because you're the one who ordered the pizza.

This time you're going to tell me what's going on.

Two sugars, am I right?

Forget the tea, Avi.

Thank you, Jenny, that will be all.

You didn't tell us the truth

about the three Eddies did you, Mr. Green?

The Eddies upset Macha in some way

so he had them used as aggregate, and mixed

into some concrete on one of his buildings.

Would you like us to remind you

of what really happened?

The Eddies were waiting for you

when you got out of prison.

It was Macha's fault.

They didn't work for him any more,

and wanted to...

...compensate you.

What they really meant was they wanted...

...to put 12 grams of angry lead

in the back of your f***ing head.

But you gave them an offer they couldn't refuse.

No-one kills a man

who's going to make 'em money.

So you would give them 3% a month

on any money they would lend you.

You needed the money quickly for some small

but profitable deal that you'd made on the inside.

In fact, it was more profitable than any rate

they can get anywhere, legal or illegal.

- So, one of them said...

- I'm in.

- A month later he got his money back.

- Plus your 3%.

- Now, nobody kills a man...

...who's going to make him money.

- They always protect their investment.

- I can give you 4% a month.

- You know this is just between us?

- That's right, Eddie.

Next deal - this time they're all in.

I give you 4% a month.

For two years you always came through,

regular like clockwork.

But there was no deal.

You would take money off of one Eddie

and repay the other Eddie, plus the 4%.

Plus your 4%. On top.

You were not greedy, you did it nice and slow.

You were paying for their trust.

- This is just between us, right, Jake?

- That's right, Eddie.

It was the easiest money they'd known. Soon

they couldn't give you their money fast enough.

A few months later they didn't

have enough of their own to lend,

so they started to borrow money off Macha.

- 3%?

- Plus your 3%.

- 4%?

- Plus your 4%.

Macha became interested.

How could the Eddies

have such a good little earner?

- They hid you like a dirty little secret.

- Find out who's behind this.

Who's behind this?

Ask no questions, hear no lies.

- They tell anything but the truth.

- Find out if Green is behind this.

- Is Jake Green behind this?

- I'll tell you, no, it's not Jake Green.

- They'd do anything to protect their investment.

- I'm not sharing the golden goose.

But Macha got his interest,

so he kept loaning them more and more.

Lend them the money.

You were back gambling, making more money

than you knew what to do with. You were rich.

I am rich.

Seriously f***ing rich.

After a year, you had enough of the Eddies'

money, or should I say Macha's money...

- Now I'm richer. A lot f***ing richer.

...to buy a chain of hotels.

So you went on a discreet three-month holiday.

You took your brother, his daughter,

Macha's money and you enjoyed yourself.

A bit of the old sun, sand, sea and sausages.

The Eddies meanwhile

were having a terminal argument...

...about how they were going to pay back Macha

that obscene amount of cash they owed him.

I want my money back, Paul.

Those boys really suffered, Jake. The more

they told the truth, the more they suffered.

- It's Jake Green.

- He's telling the f***ing truth.

They told me that story already.

Give me the truth.

You gave them just enough rope

to hang themselves.

You're a good little conman, Jake.

And you think you're smart, and you are,

just not as smart as you think you are.

Elvis. Come here.

If I wanted vinegar,

I would have ordered French fries.

Get me something with a price tag on it.

...Mr. Green. What did he do, anyway?

Hamish?

It's OK, we're among friends.

Come on, what have you got for me?

What am I going to tell him?

That's your problem, but it had better be good.

I turned up to pick them up...

...and that is what I saw.

That's a fascinating story.

I have one question for you.

How?

How what?

"How what?"

There were six of us,

plus Slim Biggins, who counts as another six.

How many were there of him?

- One.

- One.

So, how exactly did this "one"

manage to disarm and overpower

a four-time national body-building champion,

drag him half a block, throw him over a six-foot

wall and then get him to eat his own gun?

Get down, boss.

Just find the gunman.

Don't f***ing move.

Lou. Lou.

- Keep the boss down.

- What the f***'s going on?

I don't know.

Sorter just shot the...

...and he went in the kitchen.

- Nobody f***ing move.

- Bastard.

Keep the f***ing boss down.

She shot my finger off.

The b*tch shot my finger off.

Who is it?

Happy Tony, Lord John's man.

Not looking so happy now, is he?

Check she's dead, Lou.

Greed gets them all in the end.

Now, shoot straight, Sorter.

Glad to see you've got those feelings in check.

Find a couple of Lord John's boys and

persuade them to tell you where my powder is.

What is the first rule of any game, Mr. Green?

The only way to get smarter

is by playing a smarter opponent.

What's rule two of any game?

The more sophisticated the game,

the more sophisticated the opponent.

Almost the same,

but where does it stop, Mr. Green?

Where does this game stop?

It stops when you start to give me answers.

Don't let them play head games with you, Jake.

Is it me that's playing head games with you,

Mr. Green?

You've heard their voice for so long,

you believe it to be you.

You believe it to be your best friend.

They should believe

their opponent to be their best friend.

Where's the best place

an opponent should hide?

In the very last place you would ever look.

Do you know who Sam Gold is, Mr. Green?

You should,

because he knows who you are.

The Gold,

Sam Gold.

Mr. Clandestine.

Mr. Ambiguous.

Mr. Mystery.

He's all up here,

pretending to be you.

No-one sees Gold,

but Gold sees everything.

You're in a game, Jake.

You're in the game.

Everyone's in his game,

and nobody knows it.

And all of this, this is his world.

He owns it.

He controls it.

I've had enough of this sh*t.

Tell him you've had enough.

He tells you what to do...

- Look, that's enough.

...and when to do it.

- Tell him.

- I said that's enough, Avi.

Eventually, when the opponent

is challenged or questioned,

it means the victim's investment

and thus his intelligence is questioned.

No-one can accept that,

not even to themselves.

He's behind all the pain there ever was.

Behind every crime ever committed.

How can I be behind all the pain,

all the crime, if I don't even exist?

And right now,

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