War on Everyone Page #6

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- Yeah! Whoo!

- What?

Oh, my gosh, I thought

you broke up with him.

Excuse me!

Where will I find James Mangan?

What? How should I know?

I mean, where does he live?

Allow me to reiterate. How should I know?

Well, he owns this joint, don't he?

Yeah, so? That don't mean

I know where he lives.

Well, how often does he come in?

Every now and again.

You gonna order a drink or what?

Yeah, I'm gonna order a drink.

I want a Bloody Mary.

The bloodier the better.

You got it.

Are you f***ing serious?

I'm sorry, you can't come

in here looking like that.

- For f***'s sake.

- You can't come in here wearing...

See the f***ing man over there?

He's a f***ing policeman,

he'll kick the sh*t out of you.

- Fine, go. Go!

- See?

F*** you, Jeeves.

Hey, hey!

I'd say Iceland paid off handsomely, huh?

No, there's only 10 grand in here.

We agreed 50.

Reggie had to pay off

a bigshot named James Mangan.

James Mangan?

- You know him?

- Yeah, yeah.

I sold him some merchandise

a while back. You see him at the fights.

- He manages a couple of welterweights.

- Yeah.

He owns the restaurant in this hotel.

Really?

Must be loaded.

Yeah. You wanna see

the rest of your money?

F***ing here we go.

All right. Just hang out here and

if you see him, just give me a call.

Okay.

Still, though, happy days.

You're not really happy.

It's just a chemical secretion

in your brain.

Hey.

It's me, honey.

It's only me.

It's just a dream.

Okay?

It's only a dream.

What the f*** is that?

It's a large Chinese plastic cat.

What the f*** does it look like?

It's supposed to bring good luck.

Or maybe not.

Ah!

Is that it?

Is that all you got?

You're gonna have to do

a lot better than that, boys.

It can get a lot worse, f*ggot.

Believe me.

Oh, it can, huh, can it?

It can get a lot worse, huh?

Well, what are you gonna do?

Huh?

You gonna cut me?

You gonna abuse me?

You gonna rape me?

Huh?

I'm gonna let you in

on a little secret, boys.

There ain't nothing you can do to me

that ain't already been done.

So go ahead.

Do your worst.

What do you want us to do?

I don't think the boys will be too keen

on killing a cop.

Boss.

Boss!

Hey.

Son of a b*tch.

Well, you should see the other guy.

He's totally unscathed.

Babe, come on.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

I'm okay.

It looks much worse than it is.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Don't cry. Don't cry.

No, no, no, don't cry. I'm okay.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

Kiss my bloody lips.

It's gotta be Mangan, right?

Obviously someone we've upset.

That could be anybody.

You look like Adam Ant.

Remember him?

F*** you, hippie.

Aren't you supposed to be

scoping out the Brit?

Hmm. They threw me out when I skinned up.

He's still in there, though.

Probably having

a nice little entre for himself.

Nice piece of salmon.

- Mangan, any distinguishing features?

- Uh...

Yeah, he's sitting with a bunch of Japs.

Can't miss him.

James! James.

Right here. There you are.

He's right there.

Hey!

How are things, man?

Well, this is awkward.

You're not gonna introduce us to your guy?

This is Mr Okuyama.

And Mr Murakawa.

They are business associates of mine.

This is Miss Ito, their interpreter.

Mr Bolao

and Mr Monroe.

They're policemen.

Why is this so formal, huh?

I'm Bob, this is Terry.

Pleased to meet you.

- See, that was easier. See?

- Is that lobster? Mind if I...

That was much easier.

Oh, I love lobster.

What have you got there, Bob?

I think it's veal. Yum-yum!

Would you care for some wine, perhaps?

No, we can't drink while we're on duty

because that would be illegal.

Is everything all right, sir?

Yes, it's fine. I'd like the bill, please.

- Oh, that's fantastic.

- That's good. Hey, Bob.

Did I ever tell you about that time

I puked Indian food through my nose?

- No!

- Gentlemen,

is this a social visit or do you have

a particular reason for embarrassing me?

We're not trying to embarrass you.

Are we, Terry?

- Why would we?

- We just came here to say that

we know everything about you

and we're onto you.

You don't know the first thing about me.

Oh, story time, okay.

- I am a legitimate businessman...

- Hmm.

...and if you think you can play

any of your dirty little tricks on me,

I think you'll find yourselves

sadly mistaken.

Hmm.

No, I don't think you understand,

you limey f***ing dipshit.

See, we don't live in your world.

You live in ours.

You know that 800 grand?

Eight hundred thousand f***ing dollars?

See, that's ours.

That's not yours.

You have until tonight to hand it over.

And if you don't hand it over,

you're gonna be f***ed.

So make sure to give us a call, okay?

You got that?

How's that lobster, Terry?

Pretty tasty.

You want some dessert or...

No, no, I gotta watch the waistline here.

We should do this again sometime.

It was fun.

I look forward to it.

You've been delightful company.

Terry, that was sarcasm.

The lowest form of wit, Bob.

Sayonara.

Sayonara.

The goodbye! The goodbye.

- So Mangan got his sharks involved, huh?

- I have to say,

I'm disappointed.

I feel like you've let me down.

Aw!

You can't carry out

that level of harassment

and think you can get away with it.

If the guy was an Arab, yeah.

But this is a Brit we're talking about.

Guy's a lord, apparently.

He's got a f***ing OBE or something.

OBE? What the f*** is that?

Order of the British Empire.

Those f***ing titles don't mean sh*t.

They don't mean sh*t to us, Bob,

but the Brits swear by 'em.

- I'm a prince.

- This, it just ain't right.

It ain't right.

Not to mention, having cars

blown up outside your house.

And you looking like you just got

the sh*t kicked out of you.

Just a little domestic abuse.

And that wasn't even my car,

that was a four-by-four.

People don't like 'em,

they're gas-guzzlers.

Probably some Greenpeace

motherf***er torched it.

- Evil.

- They're a**holes.

I know.

- Are you done?

- Yes.

Okay.

I'm gonna need your guns, too.

You think I care?

I don't even like this gun.

And clear out your desks.

There's nothing in my desk.

There is that one triple-murder case

from a couple years back.

Oh, yeah.

- I wonder who did that?

- We may never know.

- Hey, Bob.

- Yeah?

I'm telling you this as a friend.

He's gonna get you killed.

You know that, don't you?

Well, with all due respect,

you were never a friend of mine.

You were more a glorified

f***ing acquaintance.

I'm staying with Terry and his girlfriend.

They got this really cool place.

That's good.

It'll only be till you get out.

Terry says you got a good chance

of getting off at the trial.

Then we can live together again.

With your husband's record, ma'am,

if we put that together

with some other sh*t,

like history of spousal abuse

or something...

That's not why I killed him.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

It's not fair.

No, it's not.

Life's a marked deck, kid.

Don't you ever forget it.

I hate jellyfish.

I wonder how in the hell it got out here?

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