The Big I Am Page #2

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sound of things.

[Pills rattle]

What's your name?

Mickey.

Do I know you from somewhere,

Mickey?

Yeah, you do.

I'm the geezer that just got you out

of the f***ing boot.

Now, where's me money?

I'll give you 5 grand.

- I'm gonna need 10.

- I said 5.

How about I call

that Frankie geezer back

and see what he's offering, yeah?

You'd do that, son?

[Cellphone rings]

F*** me, it's him.

Don?

No, it ain't.

Then who the f***ing f*** is this?

I'm a, uh... friend of Don's.

Don ain't got no friends.

Now, where is he?

It'll cost you.

Who's that, then?

The kid who nicked the motor.

He's still got Don.

He wants to sell him back to us.

I can't f***ing wait.

[Chuckles]

So, what you doing tied up in the back

of a Beemer on a Saturday night?

You throw in the piece,

I'll make it 10.

Can I have it up front?

F*** off, sonny.

You be here when I get back.

I was kind of thinking about...

I'll see you in a minute.

[Siren wails in distance]

Evening, sir.

Look at the f***ing state of it,

Frankie.

What the f*** am I gonna do?

Maybe it'll grow back.

Maybe they can tear a strip

off your ass and graft it on

like Zsa Zsa f***ing Gabor.

- It ain't f***ing funny.

- Stop whinging.

- [Screams]

- [Groans]

[Breathing shakily]

Who sold me?

Okay.

Have it your own way...

you dozy c*nt.

[TV playing indistinctly,

cellphone rings]

Keys?

Hey, man. How's it going?

Yeah, bit of a strange night here,

to be honest.

Listen, I think I can pay Robbo off,

though.

F***ing brilliant, yeah?

[Laughter on TV]

Hey, man, listen...

I've been smoking

the spider weed, yeah?

And it makes you feel

exactly one centimeter tall.

[Snickers]

See you, man.

Mickey, what's going on?

MICKE Y:
Nothing.

Why are you sending

your miniature friends 'round?

Look, if you're in trouble, you've --

No, everything's sweet, Bets.

Mick?

It's not your first time

on the wrong end, then, eh?

You ever thought about

giving it another crack?

Tooley Street, was it?

[Engine turns over]

[Dialing]

[Tires screech]

Good evening, Mr. Barber.

Give him the keys.

Lose the motor, Gregory.

Two coming up.

You're Don Barber, ain't you?

Liza!

Like a drink?

What are you worried about?

What happens next.

We all wonder that.

That's the trouble with the present.

There, good as new.

- Good.

- But I do recommend --

Have you spoken to Floyd

about tomorrow night?

Yes. No problem.

I'll leave you these.

They're prescription,

so you might be feeling

some sort of nausea.

Having a Glock wrapped around

your skull -- that's f***ing nausea.

How are you, darling?

A sight better than some.

[Moaning, grunting]

[Laughs]

When you didn't call, I was worried.

What?

I was worried.

About?

You.

You ain't here to worry about me,

darling.

[Paper rustles,

safe closes, beeps]

[lndistinct radio chatter]

[Camera shutter clicks]

So raise your fee.

It's f***ing money, Oscar.

It's always as f***ing simple

as that.

Just f***ing call him.

Well, Johnny won't ignore my call.

Can't give you

any more of my love

I can't give you

any more of my love

I hear you beg for more

But you've had enough

I can't give you

any more of my love

That's lawyers for you.

Professional ethics cost

a f***ing fortune.

A deal to you

you'll never forget

I'm a love machine

I'm a young boy's dream

I am a love machine

There's your cash.

Na zdorovie!

You can't take it

when I bring you down

Why do you suffer

when I push you all around?

It's the dirty little things

that you never allow

Move over,

let me show you how

[Ringing]

[Cellphone rings]

Chief?

Yeah. No, I kind of got plans.

Yeah, you know, like plans.

Love is not mine

Girl like me

is so hard to find

I'm a love machine

I'm a young boy's dream

Duty calls, babe.

Duty calls!

Take control, make me scream

I can't stop lovin'

I'm a love machine

[Gunshots]

That's Barber, all right.

It doesn't make sense.

In Stubbs' car.

So, who's driving?

Stubbs?

Let's find out.

[Ammunition's "Get Down"

plays]

People want to get down

with you

People want to step

into the party and jive

One time for this rhyme,

let me do it to it

People want to step

into the party and jive

What you gonna do, baby?

It's on you

People want to step

into the party and jive

One time for this rhyme,

let me do it to it

All 'round town,

people tryin' to get down

What you gonna do, baby?

It's on you

All 'round town,

people tryin' to get down

What you gonna do, baby?

It's on you

Rocks nice

and rocks 'em well, yo

Watch 'em chop it up

and make you feel so rude

Rocks nice

and rocks 'em well, yo

Watch 'em chop it up

and make you feel so rude

I met her in my dreams,

she was my queen

A castle in the mountaintops,

rivers and streams

Pluckin' sunlight from the sky

in my pocket...

[Music continues in distance]

You're all squared up?

Square-f***ing-one, more like.

How old are you?

And tried every scam in the book.

[Scoffs lightly]

Twenty-f***ing-nine.

[lntro to Nina landoli's

"Your Love" plays]

I'm gonna take you for a drink.

Your love

Your love

Your love

Your love

Liza.

Breathtaking as usual.

Mickey, meet

our American friend, Martell.

Mickey.

Mickey, Mickey, Mickey.

Okay, Mickey,

if you need anything,

I'll take care of it, all right?

You want me to introduce you

to someone or...

Don't corrupt the kid.

We're here to discuss his future.

[Chuckles]

Okay.

I need to discuss some things

with you. Upstairs.

Let's go.

[Clears throat]

Why don't you grab yourself a drink?

Sit down.

Let's have a chat.

Bad Bloomberg about Johnny.

How do you mean?

Some kind soul shot him in the heart.

Lover-boy Johnny.

In light of what's gonna go on

tomorrow,

what the f*** is going on?

Stubbs tried to cut in on the deal.

Thinks it's f***ing war now.

- Whatever gave him that idea?

- I don't know.

Something I said, maybe.

[Laughs]

Yeah. Well, an awful lot of money

we're talking about right now,

and the last f***ing thing I need

is a feud.

It's no feud.

It's a f***ing set-up.

Someone told Frankie where I'd be.

He arranged to be there.

It's as simple as that.

Yeah. Where's Rixie?

It wasn't Rixie, believe you me.

- Where is he?

- Frankie took care of him.

That's f***ing beautiful.

Who's the, uh, sub?

I don't know who he is. Yet.

In the meantime,

I need a hand tidying up at Unit 6.

Someone who knows

what they're f***ing doing.

You know...

housework was meant for women.

That's what they do.

They do it very well.

Look, I can't risk losing anyone.

Not now.

I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

It is.

Yeah, well...

It's nice to be appreciated.

I'll be happy to take care of that.

And you take care of Stubbs.

And don't worry.

Whoever set me up is already dead.

They just don't know it yet.

Your love

Is like a drug to me

Your love...

Happy days are here again.

I don't see you that much anymore.

And I don't understand

why you don't return my phone calls.

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