The Business Page #6

cos I f***ing put you there.

Now get your coat.

We've gotta go and sort this out.

Move!

Fancy a game of Pacman, Frank?

Maid Of Orleans

How the f*** did Sammy know we was here?

- Hector.

- Charlie.

How are you?

Good to see you. OK?

Good to see you. You all right?

How are you doing, mate?

How's it going?

I was just telling our friends here

how you're always late.

Sorry about what happened earlier.

Unwanted company. Won't happen again.

We change our drop.

It's too risky there.

They building hotels everywhere.

Yeah, I kept telling him, "Move down the coast,

it's too hot for us round here."

S. Your partner is wise.

You should listen to him.

Anyway, it's done now.

We're all here.

Let's just wipe our mouths of what happened

and move forward, eh?

So, why not a big drop next?

We can move double the amount.

Can you handle that?

Can we handle it?

What do you think we are? Spanish?

- I like your partner, Charlie. He has mucho ball.

- Yeah.

We've known each other since we were kids.

He's one of your own.

Well, we'll speak on telephone.

Same call box, same time.

For sure.

- Bye, Charlie.

- Take care.

Safe journey.

What the f***ing hell are you playing at, Sam?

How did you know we was here?

What are you doing slipping in on my deal?

Listen, Charl, that's not important now.

Keep your f***ing deal.

We've all got the same problem

to deal with right now.

Which is?

- The mayor.

- So?

What are we gonna do? Kill the geezer?

Yeah.

Here, one of you two talk some sense

into this f***ing div.

What else are we gonna do?

- What do you mean?

Well, what else are we gonna do?

Shut up shop and f*** off back to Peckham?

Bollocks.

This geezer can close us down in an hour.

You.

Now, I don't wanna be your mate,

but am I talking bollocks here?

Can he be got at?

Course he can be got at. Anyone can be got at.

We do this one thing together

and then we go our own way.

No agg.

You got any tools?

Bring 'em.

Ta-ta, Charles.

How the f*** did they know we was here?

I don't f***ing know.

Like I told you earlier,

- drugs make you greedy.

- Bollocks.

And we were about to blow the lot,

down to cocaine.

We'd f***ed with the old country.

They'd had enough.

They shut us down, took away everything we

had before we could even chop out another line.

But we were so out of our heads,

we couldn't even see it coming.

We were about to learn the hard way.

Here you are, have some of that.

Wait here a minute.

Oh, what do you f***ing want, you snake?

- Shut up, b*tch. Where's Ronnie?

- Akip!

F***ing wake him, then.

Leave off, he'll f***ing kill me.

I'll kill you, if you don't. Go and wake him.

F***.

What do you want?

We ain't got nowhere to sleep.

What did you f***ing wake me up for?

Why didn't you just let 'em in?

F*** off.

Hurry up.

All right, mush, keep it down. I'll buzz you in.

Are you still awake?

I'm hardly gonna be asleep, am I?

Listen.

We'll get the mayor out of the way

in the morning.

We'll be back in business by lunchtime.

We've gotta open the club.

Sonny reckons he's throwing a party

tomorrow night.

He couldn't throw a tennis ball.

Hey, Charl, I've been thinking about

getting one of them Learjets.

The only way to travel.

How much?

No, you buy into 'em.

Like share it with a pop star.

Maybe Madonna.

Holiday?

No.

For work and that.

You know what I might do next?

Go on.

Slip down to South America.

I reckon we'd crack it down there.

Plot up,

send the odd parcel home.

We'd be caked in six weeks.

Fly backwards and forwards in the Lear.

That's it.

Now you're talking.

We're really living, ain't we?

Every f***ing minute.

Sweet.

- Where did you kip?

Ronnie's. You?

Round my mate's time-share.

Are you ready for this?

Course I f***ing am. Couldn't get no tools.

Have a peep in the boot.

Are you fit?

Come on.

- Let's do this lively.

- I've gotta take the kids to the beach.

Right, who's gonna go and have a look about?

- Any volunteers?

- We'll do spuds, eh, Charl?

One potato, two potato, three potato, four.

Five potato, six potato, seven potato, more.

Ron.

I tell you what, this is bollocks.

Good f***, was she?

Better than I thought.

But seeing as she hadn't come in

a couple of years, what else did I expect?

You're a f***ing...

What, Sam? What are you gonna do?

Are you gonna shoot me on the spot?

Blow your chances here?

You're a mug.

You always have been.

When I get out of here,

I'm gonna put one right through your nut.

If you get out, you ginger c*nt.

Wait.

Come on.

Remember when I told you

me and the playboy had the world in our hands?

Well, it passed.

Don't you f***ing move!

Put that f***ing gun down now! Don't you move!

Don't f***ing move!

You f***ing c*nt! Take that!

# Look now, look all around

# There's no sign of life

# Voices, another sound

- Where is it?

- Tell us where it is, for f***'s sake!

Tell me where the f***ing gear is!

Tell me!

Else I swear I'll f***ing kill the lot of you!

- Where is it?

- La cocina.

- Where?

- La cocina.

Get in. You f***ing move, you little f***ing prick,

and I'll kill you!

I'm f***ing telling you,

don't you dare f***ing move, you little c*nt!

- Stay there!

- I've got it! Sweet!

See you all in the port, five minutes. And lively.

Come on, we're on. Come on.

Kings Of The Wild Frontier

- You look like you need some sleep, my friend.

- Whatever. Got the money?

Hang on.

Come on, lively.

Es mierda.

- What?

- He says washing powder.

What are you talking about, washing powder?

F*** you, you c*nt!

I'll f***ing do you right round the canister!

Go on, f*** off!

# I feel beneath the white

Just when I felt

things couldn't get worse, they did.

We couldn't even flog a f***ing ounce of Persil.

We'd no more Rolexes and Porsches left to sell.

There was only one thing for it.

I don't know how much of this I've got left in me.

Shut up, you little c*nt. You're all right.

All we need to do is get a grand together

and we're back in business.

I've got these Algerians sweet up in Cdiz.

We'll go to work with them.

Oh, I'm f***ing sick of running around!

F***ing gyp for a few poxy parking tickets.

Look, Frankie.

It's Nora and Shirley.

So?

Don't you remember?

Remember what?

Remember when Shirley said

she'd give you a grand to f*** you?

No way, Charl.

Charl!

Hello, girls.

How are you doing?

- Bloody hell.

- What happened?

I've been decorating my new place.

Listen, Shirl, I'm really sorry

about what happened to Ronnie.

I bet you are.

Look, it's Frankie down there.

- You remember him, don't you?

- Jesus, he looks terrible.

Looks like a f***ing pikey.

He's OK,

he's been helping me decorate.

Still got the look, though, ain't he?

I'll be back in a minute, all right? Don't move.

- What's he on?

- He's off his f***ing trolley.

Listen, we could be on here.

Get in the bar and have a wash.

F*** off, Charl, no way.

Listen, boy, there's a f***ing grand at stake.

Now, get in there now!

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