The Business Page #7

Charl, I'm not... I'm not f***ing

brassing myself off to them wretches.

- You f***ing are!

- I ain't.

If you don't, I'll shoot you.

Now, get in there now! And wash your cock.

And get a semi.

So you're all right, girls?

- What are you doing around here?

- Been in Gib getting fags.

Yeah. Good earner, the salmon.

Here, listen.

Do you remember

when you used to like my little Frankie?

- Yeah, yeah, he was a nice kid.

- No, but I mean...

- Remember when you used to really like him?

- He was gorgeous. Looks f***ed now, though.

F***ed?

I wouldn't say that. He's still got the rogue smile.

He needs a good bath, if you ask me.

Listen.

Do you wanna f*** him,

the pair of you, for a grand?

- Eh?

- Eh?

- You said you'd give a grand to f*** him.

F***ing hell.

That was years ago, man.

Listen.

Just put your f***ing bag and keys

on the back seat and f*** off!

Hurry up!

- F*** off!

- What's going on?

- What's it look like? Get the keys. Start the car.

- I'm sorry, girls.

You two really had it once, do you know that?

Look at the f***ing state of you now!

Just get in the f***ing car!

You f***ing... You should be ashamed of

yourselves. You used to be so f***ing cool.

Shame on you, boys!

F***ing wankers!

- F*** off back to your caravan, you pikeys!

- You f***ing poofs!

- Sh*t c*nts!

- Come on, come on.

What do you want?

Give him a Stuyvesant.

- What?

- Rothman.

Rough man? Rough man? F***ing Rothman.

Give him a Rothman, the c*nt.

Yeah, he'll be wearing a blue tracksuit.

Ta-da.

F***ing mosquitoes are everywhere!

Stop f***ing driving me mad about mosquitoes.

- You're going to Cdiz.

- Why aren't you coming?

It only needs one of us.

What's up? Are you f***ing scared?

I don't even know where Cdiz is.

It sounds like a load of bollocks to me,

sitting around,

waiting for f***ing Algerian sailors

with green hats,

bags of gear in run-down ports.

Leave me out.

Qu gillipollas.

Cerveza.

Sss-ss!

A funny thing.

It's a lot quieter on the way down

than the journey up.

No-one wants you around

when you've got nothing left.

I wanted out so badly

but I couldn't just walk away with nothing.

Freeze!

Jesus!

Charl.

What's happened to you?

You all right, Sonny?

You look like you've gone right to the front.

I took your old bar on, Charl.

Done it up like I said.

It's really cracking on.

Where's Frankie?

He's on his way back from Cdiz.

You seen any of the others?

- I don't see anyone. Not after what happened.

- What about my Sammy?

You hear things,

but no, I ain't seen him in years.

I just keep my nut down.

If it weren't so hot,

I'd say come down there for a drink.

Yeah?

Maybe I will.

- They still want you here. I'd give it a wide.

- Tell you what.

We'll have a reunion party.

- What for?

- What do you mean, what for?

I can pull a crowd like

you've never seen before, son.

I'm not saying that.

I don't know, Charl. It's just...

I don't know, Charlie.

Yeah, yeah. That's what we'll do.

We'll get the old firm back for a night.

Be f***ing blinding.

It's changed down there, Charl.

I don't mean no offence,

but you can't just steam in.

No offence?

I ain't just f***ing steaming in, boy.

That club's still mine.

Well, legally it's mine, actually.

Hark at him, all the long words now.

Come on, son, it'll be blinding.

One little night.

For old times' sake.

Listen, you go and sort out the balloons,

and I'm gonna put the word out that I'm back.

Who to?

F***ing everyone!

Just like the old days, eh?

Yeah, like the old days.

I nearly got my throat cut in Cdiz, Charl.

Don't that tell you anything?

Listen...

Get loads of balloons, pink ones.

I like them f***ing massive ones

with "party" written on them.

Don't buy the kiddy ones,

they're a waste of money.

Oh, and er... find out where Sammy lives.

I want to surprise him.

The good thing about losing everything

was there was nothing else to lose.

I had one last plan,

one last person who could help me.

Whether she liked it or not...

we had unfinished business.

So it's not just a rumour.

What?

You do look like sh*t.

Thanks.

How would you know?

I always ask after you.

If that's true, why did you f*** me over?

You didn't need me to f*** your life, Frankie.

You did that yourself.

Frankie...

I can't work you out.

I've got to go.

Sammy'll be wondering where I am.

Is that it?

Read it.

Right, let's have a look at you.

F***ing hell, look at the state of you.

Come here.

That's it.

That's better.

Right.

You look terrific.

What about me?

Ream, Charl.

You look ream.

Yeah.

Have a look at this.

Look at that.

Got it?

We're still the bollocks.

Come on, let's get out there.

Let's Go All The Way

# Let's go all the way

# We can make a better way

# Let's go all the way

# Let's go all the way

Listen, have you got the gun sorted out?

Just make sure it's empty, all right? All right.

Maybe I should have driven across the border

there and then.

Gone through the slips while I still could.

But there was one thing left I had to take care of.

And if the plan was right, I was going to enjoy it

more than the first time I got high.

Did someone order a c*nt?

Cos one's just showed up.

Listen, I've got a bit of work.

Do you want in?

Why shouldn't I just kill you?

Cos I've got a drop lined up.

- What sort of drop?

- A large one.

White.

Why come to me?

You're the only one

that knows what they're doing.

Go and wait by the gate.

Carly, get me a pistol.

Something I can hide.

It's got a full clip. What do you want it for?

Never mind.

Give us a kiss.

Frankie, listen.

I know we ain't got along too well

over the years, had our ups and downs,

but I really appreciate the fact that

we can do a bit of business together now.

To be honest,

you was the first person I thought of.

You're the only one I can trust.

I really appreciate that.

You're a good kid.

I hope this is the start of something new for us.

How much did you say there was?

Lt'll be worth the walk.

We ain't got to get in there, have we?

That's where it's coming.

It's other people's sh*t and piss.

They won't mind.

Here you are, get ready for them.

They're coming.

Look.

There must be more.

I don't believe it, Sam, this is it.

Is this what it's come to?

I've sniffed more than this in one day.

We had it all once, Sam, and it's come to this.

We really f***ed it!

Not me, boy. You f***ed it.

B*tch!

Get out of the water. Drop your weapons.

Give yourselves up.

Hands in the air.

The maddest thing about crime is

it's like a drug. You never know when to stop.

As much as I wanted the fairy-tale ending

with her...

...I wanted it all for myself as well.

You might want to check that,

what with my track record.

I just did.

What for? You can't kill me.

You're a f***ing loser like the rest of them.

Trust me, if you don't pull the trigger,

I'll be seeing you again.

You wish, b*tch.

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