Sexy Beast Page #4

starts lookin' at me all funny.

I don't know if they wanted me

for a twos-up or something,

I don't know how they work it,

but it scared me,

I was shakin' like a leaf.

So without thinking, I lit

a cigarette to calm my nerves.

I was tremblin',

I was very emotional.

That's when the rest happened.

It's very regrettable.

Now, I don't want to

kick up a fuss, right?

Press charges,

contact the British Embassy.

I'd rather not pursue

those channels, it's not my style.

I wouldn't lose the man his job,

man's got to eat.

I'm sure he's not representative

of all you Spanish people.

But have a word with him,

let him know he's been rumbled.

It's the one with the ginger hair.

What d'you think he's saying?

"Gal told me to go f*** myself?"

Gal, how long you gonna be?

I'm just combing my hair.

- He'd look a right c*nt.

- He is.

That's not what I'm saying.

I'm saying he has to save face.

Protect himself. His image, his ego.

No. I'll tell you what's happening.

He's gone back and he's said...

"I've decided not to go with Gal,

he's fat, looks terrible,

Michelin man."

F*** off, I'm beautiful.

No, mate, put yourself

in his perspective,

the way he sees things.

You're in the clear. Trust me.

Think I'm stupid?!

Thing I'm a f***ing c*nt?!

You think I'm gonna have that?

Do you think I'll have that?

My f***ing ears were burnin'

all the way in the f***in' cab!

F***in' on fire!

- What happened?

- What happened?

What f***in' happened?

I'll tell you what

f***in' happened, you tell me, Gal.

Gave me a f***ing knock-back

you fat f***in' c*nt.

- Problem with the plane?

- What?

What did you f***in' say, c*nt? What?

Problem? F***ing problem?

No, mate, no.

No problem with the plane, c*nt,

f***ing plane was perfect,

you're the problem.

You f***ing Dr White honkin'

jam-rag f***ing spunk-bubble!

You keep lookin' at me,

I'll put you in the f***ing ground!

Dee, take Jackie and Aitch inside.

Yeah.

- Drink?

- Yeah, you scheming c*nt!

See if the ladies

let you try on their panties!

- You f***in'...

- Don...

Shut up! Shut up.

Not this time, Gal. Not this time.

Not this f***ing time.

No! No, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no!

No! No, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

No! Not this f***ing time.

No f***ing way, no f***ing way!

You made me look a right c*nt!

Like a right f***ing Mr Confused!

What's Jackie gonna think?

Not that I care,

that's you f***ing me about.

Is your middle name "Ungrateful"?

You just gonna stand there

like Porky Pig?

Hiding behind your wife's skirt?

Your ex-porn star wife's skirt!

I don't give two fucks

what Jackie Big-Tits thinks,

I've got enough f***ing

information on her.

So what if she's got a pretty face,

that could all change!

Age changes that!

See if she's still coming

with a face like a prune!

Aitch will be well gone by then!

I'm gonna kill you, Gal.

I'm gonna f***ing kill him.

You point a gun at me?

Point a gun at me?

Gonna shoot me, are you?

Gonna shoot me.

Go on, then, shoot me.

It's all right.

Shoot me.

I'll have that.

There you go.

Cheers. Good luck.

You're at the Grosvenor.

Your name's Rowntree, like Smarties.

If they give you a pull,

you're just here to see some friends.

Somebody'll call you, pick you up.

Probably Mike.

Gal, got a minute?

Stan.

Hello, Ted.

How did he seem, Gal?

How did he come across?

- Who?

- Don.

Don? He was all right.

He was Don. Why?

Just... trying to trace back.

He was due back on Wednesday.

He stayed with me Wednesday,

left... Thursday.

- Yesterday?

- Yeah.

- That's what I mean.

- You take him to the airport?

- No.

- You didn't?

No, he got a cab. Why?

You didn't see him

get on the plane?

No, not personally, no,

but I know he got on.

How?

- He called me from Heathrow.

- He called you?

- Yeah. What's happened?

- Why'd he call?

I don't know,

he said he'd landed safely.

I thought it was funny.

Sorry, about this, Gal,

but Don's gone AWOL.

- Oh.

- You finished, Ted?

- Yeah.

- You can go back.

- We'll be through in a minute.

- Good to see you.

I'm just taking it step by step,

what else can I do?

Just one more day,

darling, one more day.

That's all it is, just one more day.

Dee? Dee?

I love you

like a rose loves rainwater,

like a leopard loves his partner

in the jungle, like...

I don't know

what like I love you.

I love you. I love you.

I know you know.

I know. I know that.

I know you love me

because I feel strong.

I have to go, I've got to get back.

I'm gonna hang up now.

I just want you to do

one thing for me. Just one.

Just say my name for me.

Just once.

Gal.

This phone call from Heathrow,

tell me what he said again.

Who, Don? I told you.

Tell me again.

- Just that he got back safe...

- No.

- He didn't do that.

- How d'you mean?

- I mean he didn't do that.

- Yeah, he did.

No, he didn't.

He didn't phone you from Heathrow.

I'm the one who got the call.

If you know different, tell me.

I don't know, Ted.

I don't know what you're getting at.

Don offered me a job,

I said, "Yes, please", he goes.

Next thing,

he phones me from Heathrow

and says, "See you Friday night".

- That's how he left it.

- But he didn't phone from Heathrow.

All right, he didn't phone me

from Heathrow, but he phoned me.

I'm not lying, Ted.

OK.

All right.

- Good luck tonight.

- Cheers.

I'm hurt!

See you around.

Where there's a will,

and there is a f***ing will...

There's a way.

And there is a f***in' way.

There's always

a f***in' way.

How's it going, Gal?

We're in there, Stan,

but it ain't getting any easier.

It's just so f***ing awkward.

- What time is it?

- Ten to twelve.

- How long?

- Another three hours, Ted.

- Maybe four.

- F*** that. Two, two and half.

Oh, my God! Help me!

You've f***ed hundreds!

F***ed hundreds!

Jackie...

I love you.

Help me, you c*nt!

Get the f***ing gun!

Fat, fat, c*nt, c*nt!

Murdering twat!

Bollock!

I f***ed Jackie. F***ed her.

Ask her, she'll tell you.

I f***ed her.

Yeah, well...

I've f***ed you now, haven't I?

Right, Malky, get Gal out!

Everyone all right?

Wheel 'em out!

Gentlemen...

- You're all c*nts.

You tired?

No, I'm all right, actually, Ted.

You're a f***ing millionaire

now, ain't ya?

- I was gonna say...

- Gal, no, no, you...

Go on... What?

Congratulations,

it went like a f***ing dream.

Congratulations all round.

What's the matter?

You do not look happy.

Me? No, I'm happy. I'm well happy.

We're all happy, mate.

Yeah.

What's with the bag?

You, er... You shootin' off?

Who, me? No. Well, yeah.

I've got a plane to catch.

- Have you?

- Mm.

I'll give you a lift.

- It's all right, Ted...

- Come on.

See you later, Stan.

I've just got to

stop off for a minute.

Is that all right?

Yeah. Course.

Come with me.

Who is it?

It's Teddy.

What do you want? It's ten past five.

I know, I'm sorry. I need

your help, something's happened.

What is it?

Come in, Gal.

What are you doing?

I need a drink for my friend.

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