We Still Steal The Old Way Page #6

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...exploring shared interests and so forth.

That's it, is it? That's your only reason?

Actually...

No.

Vic.

What about him?

- He wants me to... kill you.

Oh yeah? So why've you not popped yet?

When I kill...

...it's because it's going to amuse me.

Not because some little jumped-up

barrow boy snaps his fingers.

I don't particularly like you.

You're loud, uncouth...

And your personal hygiene leaves

a lot to be desired, but still...

I'm not interested in killing you.

Well thanks for the warm glei.

- I believe...

Your friends are in trouble.

Carmen, my darling daughter, I--

- First of all I don't hear from you...

Then you tell me to pack up a bag and go.

And now Jimmy turns up and tells me you're in prison.

What is going on?

- Sorry, mate!

Yeah, I'm sorry, I just... I just

need to be sure you're safe.

Don't worry.

- Eh... you didn't tell anyone, right?

No, I didn't tell anyone where I was going.

Yeah, I know. I know!

Well, I'm sorry!

Richie!

Sweetheart, I'm going to have to

call you back; something came up.

What the f***'s going on?

Let go, you c*nt!

Are you alright?

- I'm swinging in a f***ing hammock here.

It looks like Vic is making his move.

Really? I wouldn't have noticed.

What's going on here?!

Get off him!

Alright! Stay where you are; that's it, that's it.

Georgie boy, come out and play!

Come on, where are you?

It is the postman.

Come on, George. This is not

the way to treat an old friend.

Have you pricks learned?

Turn around and f*** off.

I'm unstoppable.

Come in, Victor.

Hello, George. How's it going, mate?

I am sorry I haven't popped in earlier.

But, I've been busy.

What do you f***ing want?

Well, you see...

I've been trying to, uh, work out in

my head how long it's been since...

we had that one-to-one together.

- I can't put a date on it.

But I seem to remember you had to be carried out.

Yeah, well things do change, George.

I mean, while you've surrounded

yourself with muscle...

And, um, lived off reputation...

I've been building a reputation

with my own hands, George.

You were always a nasty f***ing mongrel.

Should've been put down years ago.

- Yeah, well...

Unfortunately, no one

had the guts to do it.

Hah. Is that what you think?

Nobody cared enough.

You were just an afterthought.

Something to be got rid of of when

the proper business had been done.

I see you know it's true.

You're a f***ing pest.

An annoying fly that no one could get rid of.

Tell me...

Is that Anne-Marie there?

My daughter, yes.

Well, It's a bit heavy with the shading

around the edges, but, um, well...

It's not bad, I suppose.

Tell me, how is Alice?

Don't you talk about her.

- Oh. It's that just I heard she was in a bad way.

You know, um, Alzheimer's, isn't it? I mean...

That is a terrible illness, George. Come on...

It makes you forget everything.

And everybody.

Hey! ... Please.

It's funny that you saying, that, um...

She's your daughter.

Didn't Alice ever say anything to you?

- What?! She never mentioned...?

No...well, she wouldn't, would she?

She was beautiful, though. Back in the day.

A real head-turner.

I bet she's a f***ing mess now.

Age is a cruel thing: doesn't take

any f***ing prisoners--a bit like me.

Come on, make your move.

- What, with the Alzheimer's...

I suppose she doesn't remember...

the night that I showed her what a

real man could do to her body.

To her mouth... to her f***ing c---

I used her, George.

Like a piece of f***ing meat.

And when we were done,

she could barely f***ing walk.

I was surprised that she kept the baby, George.

Honestly, you um, never once never

looked at Anne-Marie and thought...

"I think there's a little bit of Vic in there?"

You're lying.

Yeah, how sad. Even now you can't admit it.

You can't deny death, George.

And I am death.

23rd of July, nineteen seventy-f***ing-three.

That was the last time that

you and me had a one-on-one.

I wasn't carried out of there,

George. I dragged myself out.

Well this time, I'm walking out.

Oh, get this clown off me.

George Briggs is in danger.

Get someone up there. Now!

Go on. Go check on Briggs. Go.

Oh no.

Sir... He's dead.

- What do you mean, "He's dead?"

He's dead, he's been f***ing stabbed.

- Oh, for f***'s sake.

I'm going to f***ing rip his head off.

- Stop him. Stop him!

Why don't you f*** off, you

long streak of paralyzed piss.

You f***.

Richie, hey.

It's tragic, what happened to George.

- You better be f***ing sure, old man.

Get your f***ing hands off him.

- Hey; I can see you're upset.

Listen, if there's anything I can

do to help, you just say so.

Well, you could die, slowly and

painfully. That'd be nice.

Aw, I intend to lead a good and full life.

Somewhere outside this sh*t-hole.

And thanks for that tape.

Got my legal team coming in this afternoon.

We're going to listen to it.

And then we're going to decide

how much compensation...

I'm going to have from the authorities.

Oh, and by the way, that

whole Carmen thing...

magicians call it misdirection.

You send Jimmy off to Spain to look

after your beautiful daughter, right?

He should have been here,

trying to save Lizzie.

You know you've got a sh*t-eating grin.

Well, grin big. Because you're going

to be eating an awful lot of sh*t.

Your associate is dead, and

Lizzie is alive and well.

Bollocks; you're lying.

He's not lying.

I don't know about you two, but the

novelty of this place is fading fast.

Yes; I'm beginning to think

we've outstayed our welcome.

Sir, you need to see this.

Oh, f***. F*** right off. That f***in' ain't mine.

Perhaps. But this definitely isn't yours.

Put him in Seg'. Go on!

F*** off!

Lock 'em all up.

All prisoners, back in your cells,

immediately. Immediately!

Excuse me, ma'am.

I was wondering if you

received my application.

Keep away from me.

- Keep your distance, prisoner!

I was wondering if you

received my application.

I said, step away now.

Now!

Anne-Marie, I'm so sorry about your father.

Please, I really don't

need your sympathy.

You really are just like him, aren't you?

Yes, I am.

And I'm very proud to say so.

My mother passed away

in the middle of the night.

I wasn't going to tell my

father until he safely away.

I thought he might... simply

give up, and stay in prison.

Well...

At least they're together now.

You think that's how it works?

Oh, I don't know.

I just think it's better to

hang on to hope. That's all.

Well, if there is a heaven and a hell...

I think my dad would need Richie

to help him escape again.

They won't release his body

until after the inquest.

That could be weeks.

They say they've got the man

who was responsible, but...

...we all know who really did it.

He is the devil.

Well, if he's not the devil,

he comes a close second.

I'll leave you in peace.

Lizzie.

I'll still help them escape.

That's what my father would have wanted.

There's no point in us

both being heartbroken.

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