We Still Steal The Old Way Page #4

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Picking locks involves kneeling down. That plays

havoc with my back, not to mention my knees.

So when do we go?

Assuming Chas comes up with

the last piece of the puzzle...

What do you say to tomorrow?

- I'll go and pack my bags.

Now that guy is a f***ing legend.

Well... There goes the neighborhood.

So what's Farrow doing here?

Something like this doesn't

happen out of the blue.

He's here for us.

- Can I rip his head off?

Oh, he'll be coming...

Well, it might come to that, but I don't

want anybody getting into any trouble.

Last thing we need is somebody

being thrown in the hole.

Farrow is a scheming c*nt.

Whatever he's up to, he'll make

his move, first chance he gets.

That's why I paid out a healthy

wage for those guys.

Yeah, but nothing's changed.

We still go tomorrow.

Okay.

Slick Vic, it's an honor.

You know, I never really

cared much for that nickname.

But, uh, thanks all the same.

You know, we need someone like

you in here, calling the shots.

Yeah? I thought that you had the, uh,

esteemed Mr. Briggs running things in here.

Eh. That old f***er's lost

the pot years ago.

You know, you can't even score

a bit of blow in here these days.

You mean, there's, um,

there's no connections at all?

F***-all. He insisted on shutting

the whole thing down.

"Drugs are bad for you," you know,

that sh*t that he preaches.

Well, maybe you and I can

do a bit business together.

New governor though, might be tricky.

- Oh, no, you just leave her to me.

I'll take care of that.

You just concentrate on, um,

the muscle, and customs.

Alright; you can count on me and my boys.

- And how many would that be?

Twenty-five guaranteed.

Maybe more, if they

knew we're teaming.

Ask around:
find out who's,

uh, missing a bit of that.

And some of that, okay?

Tell 'em I'll bring in

anything they want.

Alright; that's just

doubled your army already.

You know something, my friend?

I think, that after all this time, the mighty

Richie Archer is about to meet his Waterloo.

Apparently you wanted to see me, ma'am.

I don't like being told what to do, especially

with a gun being pushed into the back of my head.

Yeah, well I'm sorry.

- And I don't like being interrupted, either.

I was wondering why you were so keen to be here.

It's just that I've got an old score

I need to settle. That's all.

Is anyone else "scoring" out of this?

Ah. So this nocturnal,

clandestine meeting is just...

for you to tell me you don't want

drugs in your nick. Is that right?

Ahh.. Got it.

It's about percentage.

Correct?

I don't know what you mean.

Twenty-five.

I'm flattered you think

I look that young.

Thirty?

- I do look after myself and eat well.

Perhaps that's clouding your judgment.

Thirty-five.

Let me step into the light.

Perhaps the shadow was

hiding my laughter lines.

Yeah. I can see clearly now.

You're definitely 50.

Full of vitamin D.

Good for your bones and teeth.

But you haven't got any

real teeth left, have you?

If you keep talking like that, you

won't have any left, either.

Mr. Farrow wants you to join him.

Did you just hear something, Roy?

No, Richie.

How about you, Butch?

- Not a dicky-bird, mate.

I said, Mr. Farrow wants

you to join him.

Do you know how much this stuff costs? Less than

a tin of dog food. Can you believe that?

Dogs eat better than we do.

Mind you, I like dogs; I'd be the last to begrudge

our canine friends a lovely gourmet dinner.

Oy!

I'm talking to you, you geriatric c*nt.

May you go and tell Mr. Farrow, when

I'm ready to talk to him, I will talk to him.

Until that time he can fold his arms and wait.

Now, are you going to be able to remember that all?

Or am I going to have to carve it into

your face with my little plastic knife?

What's going on?!

I said:
What's going on?

- My friend here was just recommending the veal.

Apparently it's to die for.

I'll tell you what. Whatever mug he's

sharing a cell with butch tonight...

...had better wear a gas mask.

Oh dear.

Hello, Richie.

It's nice to see you; it's been a long time.

Not long enough.

Come on, mate.

Don't be like that, you don't mean it.

We're just two boys from the old

neighborhood, back together

again at long last.

Why are you here, Vic?

You know, I've been rehearsing

this for the best part of 30 years.

And now the moment's here.

I'm kind of at a loss for words.

Um, I don't know.

Fate.

Karma. Karma's a good word.

Let's go with karma.

That's very zen of you.

I must say, I never had you down

as one of the enlightened.

Oh! Enlightenment's a good word.

Like the day I found out who stitched me up.

Now that was a f***ing enlightening day.

Oh please! You're not still claiming

your innocence, are you?

Innocence? No.

I never said I was innocent.

Far from it! I'm no saint.

Like you.

But we both know that I should never

have gone down for those killings, right?

Never in a million f***ing years.

Well it's too bad nobody's listening, isn't it?

Ah, not at the moment they're not. No.

But they soon will be.

Soon everyone will know what you and

that lowlife piece of sh*t Houghton did.

Okay, you showed your cards.

One card.

Your queen.

Carmen.

It would be tragic if something unfortunate

were to happen to her, now wouldn't it?

Yeah, whatever you're thinking, Vic, I

would strongly advise against it.

Oh, spare me the f***ing tough-guy routine, will you?

It doesn't wash with me;

I've known you too long.

Anyway, if any harm were to come to your queen...

it would be totally down to you.

From now on, Richie,

her safety's in your hands.

Carmen, hi, it's me.

- Dad, where have you been?

Uh, I'm afraid things have got a bit complicated 'round here.

Complicated? What's happened?

Where are you?

- It doesn't matter where I am.

I just want you to listen

to me really, really carefully.

I want you to pack a bag, go and

stay with a friend for a few weeks, OK?

I just want you to listen

to me really, really carefully.

I want you to pack a bag, go and

stay with a friend for a few weeks, OK?

Dad, what is going on?

- Carmen, sweetheart, I love you dearly.

Don't ask any questions. Just pack a bag;

get out of that house now.

Sish Plee's, Chinese restaurant.

- Jimmy, it's me.

I'm sorry, mate. Just tying up these

couple of loose ends we talked about.

Yeah, listen:
we've got a problem.

Carmen might be in danger.

What do you want me to do, Richard?

I want you to get back to Spain as soon as you can.

Call Carmen and protect her.

- I'm on my way.

I want you to get back to Spain as soon as you can.

Call Carmen and protect her.

- I'm on my way.

And, uh, I might have to change first.

- You better be bloody joking.

Count yourself lucky this time.

Ok, so there are the photographs of the boys.

Ah, Richie. He's still got it, hasn't he?

Is there something I should know about you two?

Oh! Richie! Hello!

Lizzie...

- Are you alright?

Eh, not exactly, no. You know,

I haven't got time to explain.

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