The Business Page #2

Charlie! All right there?

Here we go. Aye aye!

How are you doing, son? Ha, ha! There you go.

Are you all right, Ron?

Ronnie, I'll have the same.

Champagne and a beer.

# Mucho mistrust love's gone behind...

Danny, meet the Kid Frankie.

Frankie, meet Danny.

Frankie, Ronnie. Ronnie, Frankie.

You met him earlier. They're with us.

- How are you going, son?

- I'm good, thanks, Ron.

- I'm Ron.

- Listen, Danny's Ronnie's pal.

Ronnie is Sammy's pal

who's my partner who's down in Gibraltar

on a bit of business.

Got it?

- Where are you out of, kid?

- The blue.

Good boy!

My Shirley loves you.

The story goes, Danny and Ronnie

were on the run for a robbery that went wrong.

But their wives, Shirley and Nora,

were more aggressive than the Flying Squad

and hunted them down on the coast.

Taxi!

Here we go, look at that!

Champagne for everyone.

Frankie, you got this, son?

Who's that?

That's the mayor.

All right? Do you want a drink?

He's the main man.

Send him over some champagne, will you?

Good boy.

Ha, ha!

# Once I had love and it was a gas

# Soon turned out to be a pain in the ass

Frankie, are you still with us, kid?

Yeah.

Listen, why don't you stick around for a bit?

We could do with a driver.

Really?

Yeah, why not?

I'll stick you on the payroll

and put you in charge of the Merc.

Not unless you've got to go back to England

for something?

I don't know what to say, Charlie.

Well, don't, then.

I've gotta teach you how to drive, though.

Don't You Forget About Me

# Hey, hey

# Oooh, ooh

Now you try.

# Won't you come see about me?

# I'll be alone dancing...

Hola.

Two cervezas, please.

I'd like to put you over this bar

and f*** you in the arse.

Qu?

#... inside and out

# Slow change may pull us apart

# When the light gets into your heart, baby

# Don't you

# Forget about me

# Don't, don't, don't, don't...

Two beers, please. I suppose sucking my cock's

out of the question?

I suppose it is, seeing as my old man's

over there and he's a big c*nt.

# I say la, la, la, la...

- Dnde va? Dnde va?

- What?

- Qu pasa contigo?

- Don't keep touching me.

F*** off inside, you're out of your depth!

Keep your hands to yourself! What's the matter

with you? You served lunch on a dirty plate!

Excuse me. F*** off!

Who the f*** is that?

That's my partner, Sammy.

F*** off! Go on, then, do you want some?

- F*** off!

- Sammy, cmo ests?

Ha, ha!

Quick! The sharks are gonna get you!

Drop the steps. Come on, lively!

Come on, boy. In you come.

There he is! Ha, ha!

Come on.

Come on. Up you get, come on.

Get up here.

- Straight up. What happened?

- What a c*nt, the geezer!

No surprises for guessing

which one he was in the robbery.

The geezer was so hard,

even his nightmares were scared of him.

What you do that for, you lunatic?

You've f***ed us!

We've gotta go on our f***ing toes now.

Well, good. I hate this f***ing weather, anyway.

Sammy had been in Gibraltar

helping a flamenco singer called Carlos,

who was being bullied

by some Dutch drug smugglers

that were using his house by the sea

as a lookout

to bring marijuana in from Morocco.

Echo Beach

Everything's gonna be all right.

If Charlie was the playboy,

Sammy was the businessman.

And he knew if he had Carlos in his pocket,

he could smuggle drugs from Africa himself.

- Carry on, Charlie.

- IGillipollas!

Hey, I said sorry. Now leave it.

And drugs, unlike the waiter, were the future.

# On a silent summer evening

the sky's alive with lights

And that was Sammy, the partner.

He was a bit like Robin Hood, apart from the fact

he robbed anyone and gave to himself,

and probably killed their familiesjust for fun.

Nice fellow, eh?

Charming, don't you think?

And from the moment he met me,

he f***ing hated me.

He was only trying to serve me lunch

on a dirty plate. You know what I'm like.

- You will eat in low-end places, won't you?

- Low-end?

They charge an absolute f***ing fortune in

there. I should have glassed every one of 'em.

Sammy, this is the Kid Frankie.

He drives us now.

Did you miss me?

Terribly.

How was Gibraltar?

Ream, Charl.

I've got this singer Carlos in our pocket.

He's even coming down the club tonight.

This little Dutch firm, they're finished.

Carlos is ours.

Do me a favour, go and sort yourself out

and tell me about it when we get home.

You're bleeding over the f***ing deck.

Video Killed The Radio Star

#... killed the radio star

# In my mind

# And in my car

# We can't rewind cos...

- Darling, it's horizontal strokes.

Let me finish.

Oh, oh-oh, oh

I like that bit.

- What was it?

- Horizontal strokes.

Sorry.

Listen, Charl.

What?

I really appreciate what you've done for me.

But...

...maybe I should go now.

I don't wanna get in the way here.

It's all right, son. You're with me.

I told you, don't worry about Sammy.

He's wild, but he's got a good heart.

Anyway, f*** all that bollocks.

There's a party down at the club tonight.

I need you to drive us.

That Dutch firm might show up.

Wanna come for a swim, Frankie?

#... broke your heart

# Put the blame on VCR

# You are

# A radio star

# You are

# A radio star

# Video killed the radio star

I'm Carlos and I'm pleased to meet you.

And you, Carlos.

Sammy tells me you've got a little problem

we might be able to help you with.

I'm hoping so, please.

You're with us now, son.

You ain't gotta worry

about them f***ing Dutch mugs any more.

We'll take care of that for you.

I've gotta tell you,

you look better on the LP covers

than you do in the flesh.

What happened? You look f***ed.

Ah, los banderos ingleses.

- What's he say?

- He said you are criminals from England.

- Tell him to f*** off.

- No, no, no, whoa.

No.

Offer him some champagne.

From us.

Go on.

That's the mayor.

- Looks like a f***ing iron.

- He probably is.

Ingleses,

muchas gracias.

You're welcome.

I Ran

Oh!

Sammy, the Dutch are in the club.

Danny, the Dutch are here. Let's go!

Ronnie, they're here!

Come on.

Move it!

Go and sit in the corner.

We've got aggro, Charles. The Dutch.

Charles, cop for it.

# I walked along the avenue

# I never thought I'd meet a girl like you

# Meet a girl like you

- No. Not in here.

# With auburn hair and tawny eyes

# The kind of eyes that hypnotise me through

# Hypnotise me through

# And I ran

# I ran so far away

# I just ran

# I ran all night and day

I wasn't that stupid.

I knew the difference between right and wrong

and I knew I should have gone,

right there and then.

But as much as I was out of my depth,

something kept pulling me back.

Give us a kiss.

Give us a kiss!

Come here, boy.

Put that out.

Right, here are the rules.

You take her shopping,

you let her get what she wants.

You take her to lunch,

you let her eat what she wants.

But you take her to a bar drinking

and that's when we fall out.

I get back from Gibraltar and I find she's drunk,

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

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