The Business Page #5

Think about it. He likes boys. My mate Sonny,

a right skaghead in London, right,

absolute f***ing heroin addict.

You know what they're like when they're

clucking. They'll do anything for a fix.

- Exactly.

- Can he be got?

What a f***ing amazing plan, eh?

Cocaine junkie rent boys and a corrupt mayor.

And this is how it was gonna work.

Flying the white from Colombia

straight to London was too hot by now.

So the South Americans had more produce

than they could shift. That's where we came in.

They'd fly it as far as Morocco

and, from there, we'd switch planes

and run it across the Gibraltar Straits like before.

# M-M-My Sharona

But it weren't like marijuana.

We couldn't afford to lose one package.

It was worth too much.

But if our sacrifice worked

and we kept the mayor sweet...

...we'd wind up with more money

than we could dream of.

Ah, I'm so pleased

you invited me down here, Frankie.

- I don't know how I'll be able to repay you.

- I'm sure you'll find a way.

So, what was it you said you wanted me to do?

Oh, just meet some fella.

- What's he buying?

- A bit of this, son, a bit of that.

Usual stuff.

Sweet. You know, I'm so glad I'm clean again,

otherwise I'd be in a squat in Peckham

with a needle hanging out my arm.

Clean? I thought you said

he was bang in trouble, you c*nt.

F*** it. We'll get him drunk.

Give us my Wilson.

- What's that?

- A putter.

Ow! F***!

Sorry, I'm a bit rusty.

I see it didn't take you long

to buck up with your mates again.

Well, no-one else wanted me.

Seeing as me and Ronnie are old pals

and went to school together,

it seemed stupid to fall out

over something so silly.

- Why don't you f***ing grow up, Sam?

- I wish I could, Charl.

- How are you two doing, anyway?

- Yeah, not bad.

- Just brushing up with my irons.

- It looks that way.

Here, can't you find

your own f***ing club to play in?

- I'm a member.

- Hark at it. It talks.

- That's what they say about you.

- Yeah?

It's a bit strong, innit,

coming from a known grass?

F***ing grass?

Who did you get that from?

- Danny.

- How come you've never done any bird, then?

Cos I'm sensible, prick.

Talking of pricks, how are you doing, Frankie?

- All right, boys?

- All right, Carl?

- How are you, darling?

- All right, Frankie.

- How are you?

- Shut up, you slag.

F*** off, Sammy. Don't try and make

a fool of me in front of your mates.

Birdie.

We had more coke

than we could handle.

The more we sent back home,

the more they wanted it.

And by 1987, London was covered

in a white blanket.

Every f***ing one was at it.

From city boys to rent boys,

yuppie girls to call girls.

There were even stories of the Royals getting

stuck in, banging it up their f***ing toffee noses.

Maybe that's why she called her son Charlie.

And how do you think she survived

on four hours'sleep a night?

In our own little way,

we were shaping the future of our country.

After cocaine, it would never be the same.

It brought us together, pulled us apart,

made us sell our souls as well as our mates.

It was a glorious time.

#... for the touch of the younger kind

# My, my, my

# Aye, aye

# Whoa!

And as long as we kept this old bastard happy

and Sonny did hisjob,

it was never gonna end.

He say you have the face of a film star.

Well, tell him, I said thanks.

And I've actually been thinking

about getting into acting when I get home.

Dice que gustara ser un actor.

Fantstico!

Dile que si quiere ser un actor,

yo tengo algo que mostrarle.

He say...

if you want to be an actor,

he has something to show you.

Yeah?

Come on, toilet. Come on.

I f***ing love them Colombians!

I thought it'd be a f***ing bag, wouldn't you?

- What for?

- F***ing old knob.

F*** him. Come on.

It's still welcome. F*** that.

Hey!

Chico.

Amigos.

Yeah, mate. Amigos.

Amigos, huh?

Argh!

Hijo de puta! Cabrn!

- Hijo de puta!

- F***ing hell, that was quick.

Jesus, Sonny, what did you do to him?

He whipped his cock out,

so I done him in the arse.

Good boy. Did he like it?

I don't know. Do you want me to stick it in yours

and you can find out?

No. No, you're all right, mate.

I'd do anyone that wants to know.

Avalon

# Now the party's over

# I'm so tired

# Then I see you coming...

I'm gonna f*** you so good, you'll be buying me

diamonds from Cartier by the morning.

But as much as I wanted to,

I couldn't.

It was the one thing I swore I'd never do.

# Avalon

# Avalon

# Avalon

Everybody knows who you are back in London.

They couldn't believe it when I said

I was coming to do work for you.

Good for you, son.

No, I'm all right.

Everyone's talking about your bar.

It's like Charlie's Bar this, Charlie's Bar that.

They love it back in Peckham.

One day, I'm gonna have a bar like yours.

I'm gonna do it up like Peppermint Park,

get all my mates down...

Shut up, Sonny, for f***'s sakes!

You're doing my swede in.

The playground is full. Fly by, fly by.

Charlie.

Qu hace con este chulo de mierda

en este huerto?

He says, "What are you doing

hanging around in the orange groves

with this vicious little c*nt?"

What does it look like? I'm having a stroll.

Dice que un paseo.

- Cocana.

- He say...

- I know what he said.

- Ya te lo dije antes.

Si quiere jugar bandero en buena parte,

aqu no. En mi territorio, no.

Porque es un problema, y problema serio, eh?

He warn you that

if you want to play Wild West on his coast...

...it is a problem.

So, ask him what he wants.

Come on, hurry up, for f***'s sakes.

I'm getting sunburn.

- He says he wants nothing.

- Good. That's that, then.

Hey, ingleses.

There is problem.

Yeah, whatever.

Jules. Come on, boy.

Please stay with me tonight. I can't bear

to go back to him after being with you.

I wish I could.

I've gotta go meet these f***ing Colombians.

What for? Can't it wait?

Baby, if I could get out of it, I would.

Do you really think I wanna be standing

on a hillside near Estepona all night?

What time are you meeting them?

Can't you come after that?

It's not till sunset.

I'll try and come and see you after.

- Good boy.

- Listen to me.

This is our secret, all right?

If Charlie finds out, he'll f***ing kill me.

Our secret.

You're unbelievable.

Where the f***ing hell have you been?

You were meant to be

at the drop zone an hour ago.

What have you been doing?

Sipping that sh*t?

- Oh, and you ain't?

- Get out my f***ing chair!

What's that smell?

- Smells like perfume.

Shut up, Son!

No-one asked you.

- It is f***ing perfume. Who's been here?

- It's mosquito spray. They're everywhere.

- That f***ing mayor's on us!

- Why? Where did you see him?

Listen, we've gotta keep the Colombians sweet,

otherwise they'll f*** us off!

We don't wanna fall out with them.

All right. I'll speak to 'em.

No, I'll f***ing speak to 'em.

It's better coming from me.

Really?

Maybe you should take it easy with that, Charl.

Don't f***ing tell me what I can and can't do.

You're only where you are

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