"# Oh, the good life... #" "(Cork pops )" "# Full of fun" "# Seems to be the ideal" "# Oh, the good life" "# Let's you hide" "# All the sadness you feel" "# You won't really fall in love... #" "With Scotland Yard breathing down me neck?" "Fuck off." "(Laughter)" "# So, please, be honest with yourself... #" "Do me a favour?" "!" "(Laughter)" "(Bell)" "(Echoing laughter)" "Solomon's." "That was round the back." "Down that alley." "We went there to meet what's-his-name..." "Mick..." " Mikey." " No, Harry." "Harry..." "Oh, fuck." " Harry Michaels?" " That was it." "It was." "Course it was." "Harry Michaels." "(Cackles )" "What was it about?" "He had some kind of problem." "What the fuck is he going on about?" "No." "His brother had a record business - funny sorta name - l can see it spinning." "They usually do, Dodgy." "Someone take him home." "Barry!" "That was it." "Deram Records." "Barry..." "Barry..." "Barry..." "What the fuck am I talking about?" "I'm fucked if I know." "Wouldn't think he'd just got out the nick." "# lt's the good life" "# To be free and explore the unknown... #" "(Crowd cheers and whistles )" "# Like the heartaches" "# When you learn" "# You must face them alone" "# Please remember # l still want you... #" "(Laughs ) 'Ere, guess who I bumped into the other day?" "Larry Lord!" " Lordy!" " Yeah." "(Laughter)" "He ain't half put on weight." "Fat as a pig." "'Ere, talkin' of golden oldies," "Freddie Mays is gettin' out next week." "Be good to see old Freddie again after..." "Thirty years!" "Lock up your daughters." "Lock up your granny, more like!" "(Laughter echoes )" "Hello, where's he gone?" "You haven't invited that cunt?" "(Together) Do me a favour." "(All laugh)" "You done well for yourself, didn't ya?" "Come 'ere, pops." "'Ere you are, grandad, go get yourself a nice bird." "What do you take me for - a cunt?" "(Crowd cheering)" "(Cheering continues )" "(Thudding amplified)" "(Gangster) 'This is 1968." "'l'm playing Jack the lad at snooker, 'when all of a sudden," "'Fat Charlie's come in." "'Not that he was fat." "He was skinny." "'He was called fat, cos his mum was fat." "'That's how he was distinguished 'from the other Charlie - Skinny Charlie." "'He WAS fat, but it was too late to swap it around." "'He says to me...'" "Go and see Freddie Mays." "'Fuckin' hell." "My heart was going mad." "'Freddie Mays!" "'Freddie Mays - the butcher of Mayfair." "'The man was a legend." "'He'd done a copper in Bethnal Green 'and got away with it for fuck's sake." "'That's 'ow you get to the top." "'Kill a bent cop, make a splash." "'After that, Freddie was king." "'What a place." "'A fucking palace." "'ln he came." "There he was." "'ln those 'and-made Italian leather shoes." "'Silk socks." "The suit?" "Do me a favour." "'The man was class." "A class act." "'Style im-fucking-peccable." "'What a man." "'l mean a real man.'" "All right, 'ow you doing?" "Yeah, good." " Do you want a drink?" " Yeah." "You look a bit scared, son." "You scared?" "No." "(Sniggering)" "'Scared?" "I didn't need a drink." "I was drunk enough." "'Drunk on the smell of Italian leather." "'Arse-holed on the smell of success.' l hear you 'ang around with Mad John." " Yeah." " This incident last week, apparently, you handled yourself quite well." "Yeah." "(Laughter)" "Trevor heard that, didn't you?" "Yeah." "(Snorts )" "He thinks you're a bit of a laugh." "Does he?" "(Freddie) Bit of a wide-boy, Trevor. independent thinker." "Enjoys taking the piss." "Things he gets up to. (Tuts )" "When you work for me, you do things my way." "No going behind my back, no going out on your own, and there's no independent fucking..." "Fuck!" "(Whimpers ) Freddie." "Because it irks me." "(Trevor) I can't fucking see." "(Moans )" "Yeah, that's the word - irks." "Anyway, it appears we have a vacancy." "You're in, son." "'Straight off, he gives me 500." "'500 in me 'ands!" "This is 1968.'" "Take out the rubbish." "Hey." "(Groans )" "(Freddie) Oh, and get yourself kitted out." "(Coughs )" "'There we were, suited up, 'wasted on these fucking toe-rags.'" "Oi, you cunt!" "Come 'ere, you cunt!" "Come 'ere!" "No!" "No!" "Give me till next Thursday." "Thursday never fucking comes!" "'Give me till next Thursday?" "Slags!" "'lt's pathetic." "'Fucking excuses." "All sorts." "'From "A" to "Z" - the whole alphabet." "'Jokers." "Two minutes later, they're in The Green Man, 'giving it the big 'un, 'like you're Harry the spastic or something.'" " Hold him." " Hey!" "What's the problem?" "You are!" "Still, nothing I can't fix with a few tools." "(Scottish accent) Don't do anything stupid." "(Freddie) Like wasting time with you?" "Remember the last time we went through this?" "That put a smile on your face." "Leather seats, sir?" "You should open the windows." "Freddie, come on, it's not my taxi." "It's not my fucking taxi, you bastard." "What you fucking looking at?" "(Shouts )" "Freddie, don't fucking do it, you bastard." "(Rants and raves )" "(Man) What is it with you cockneys?" "There you go." "I've got a bloke's name to look at that for you." "Let's see that money." "By tomorrow." "(Clattering)" " Come on!" " Freddie!" "You cunt!" "No, no!" "Get back to work, you lazy cunt." "Let's get this car back on the road." "Let's do it." "(Ranting)" "(Screams )" "Giggler, you stay lucky." "(Giggler) Help me!" " You all right?" " Yeah." "(Giggler walls )" "Nice." "Very nice." "Creative." "I like that." "Deserves a drink." "What you having?" "(Train passes overhead)" "(Bawdy chatter) ls it on?" "Here we go." "(Music starts )" "Go on, Freddie!" "# l have a band of men... #" "My old woman loves this one." "Pity she ain't here." "# They come from miles around" "# To hear them play a melody" "# Beneath the stars... #" "Good for the fucking carpet." "# Play a song for you" "# And if you wanna go on" "(Singing along) # This is what you do... #" "All together now..." "# Dance, dance, dance, to my ten guitars 'lf we 'ad a good day - well, we always did - 'we'd end up at Fat Charlie's." "'The whole gang of us." "'There was Mad John." "He was really mad." "'Billy not-so-smart." "'Roland, always with two birds." "'Derek, one would do for him.'" "# Dance, dance, dance... #" "'Eddie, poor little Eddie." "'And Tommy, Freddie's old house pet." "'Happy as fucking monkeys in a cage." "'Shag pile and Babycham." "No ambition." "'Not like Freddie." "'Not like me.'" "(Phone rings )" "Yeah?" "Shut up." "(Singing along)" "Turn that fucking music off." "# Oh, let me tell you now... #" "Eddie, turn it off." "(Music stops )" "(All complain)" "Turn the music up." "Turn the music on." " He's on the phone." " Turn the bloody music on." "Right." "Turn the music on." " Boys, get in the car." " What?" "Club's on fire." " Club's on fire." " See you later." "Fuckin' hell." "Come on, Derek." "Let's get a move on." " Derek, come on." " All right." "(Laughs )" "(Car horns honk)" "How long you been 'ere?" "Just got here." " Seen anyone?" " No." "No one on the door?" "(Freddie) Supposed to be Joe." "Didn't turn up." " Everyone get out?" " Yeah." "(Coughing)" "Tell him." "(Sobs ) I'm sorry, Freddie." "What'll he do - take it out your wages?" "Tell him." "(Sobs )" "Two of 'em." "Table six." "Ordered Champagne." "Didn't eat nothing." "Couple o' minutes after they left - whoosh." "Lennie Taylor." "Regulars?" "It was an oversight." "She's obviously paid for it." "All right, angel, try and describe 'em." "(Woman sobs )" "What the hell's he up to?" "(Tyres screech)" "'Lennie Taylor's goons." "'Torchin' our club." "'Lennie Taylor, you cunt." "'Think you're better than Freddie Mays?" "'Lennie fucking Taylor." "You little piece of dead meat.'" "(Freddie) Pea-brained little fuck!" "What did I say?" "What did I fucking say?" "Right out in the open." "What did I tell you?" "What do you go and do?" "It was him." "You shut your fuckin' mouth!" "'What was I supposed to do?" "'He started the fire." "'He shot at me.'" "(Groans )" "'Being flash and a coon," "'Roland had to be different." "'Goes in with the shaft." "Bends the fucking thing." "'l tell a lie." "'Breaks the fucking thing." "Bish bosh." "'Mad John's doing his feet." "Meticulous attention to detail." "'Billy's doing his ribs.'" "(Thud of clubs )" "'Stone age xylophone.'" "He'll be all right." "All right?" "All right?" "!" "He's in traction for nine months." "Might need a fucking wheelchair." "Plastic surgeon." "All right?" "!" "It is not all right, it is all fucking wrong, morons." "'Saw him about a year later." "'Some scarring, bit of a limp, seemed all right." "'He bought me a drink." "What can I say?" "'He misbehaved - got punished.'" "(Shouts )" "Fuck!" "Fuck!" "'The looks when we brought the clubs back!" "'" "Remember what I said - this is a delicate matter." "What do you do?" "You give the cunt a handicap." "(Sniggers )" "Fucking grief you've caused me." "Fuck what Freddie says!" "is that it?" "is it?" "There's the chair, who wants it?" "There it is." "Who wants it?" "Come on, who wants it?" "(Sighs )" "No." "You ain't got the bollocks." "None of you." "And you, you cunt!" "Striding down the road like John Wayne looking for a fucking bullet in your brain." "Arsehole!" "(Sighs )" "Right." "Now I've got to speak to that shit Lennie Taylor." "Sit down." "You." "You're coming with me." " What, now?" " Yes." "Now." "Don't use it." "(Train goes past)" "(Chattering)" "(Train goes past)" "(Music and chatter)" "What you having?" " Whisky." " That's it." " lt's on the house." " That's for you." "Fuckin' hell." "Thanks." "(Door opens )" "Well, well, well." "This is nice." "Hello, Freddie." "All right, Lennie." " Long time, no see." " Yeah." "Bobby?" "Take a walk." "(Coughs ) I went to see him today." "(Freddie) Yeah?" "Hospital." "No." "No, thanks." "Took him some flowers." "You know..." "Some grapes." "Nice." "I should have took him some fucking Nesquik." "Cunt's got no teeth." "I thought me and you sorted out our problems long ago." " Oh, did you?" " Yes, I fucking did!" "What's this about, then?" "Why are you here?" "Why do you think?" "You wanna go to war with me?" "That what this is about?" "'Oi, look at me." "'Oi, camel-cunt look at me." "'Look into my fucking eyes.'" "..like fucking Fry's Turkish fucking Delight!" "Come on, me and you, outside." "On the fucking cobbles." "We'll have a strainer." "Sort this for good." "Who's who and what's what." "What?" "You scared?" "You scared?" "Lennie, why don't you just sit down?" "Sit down?" "Come in my club and tell me to sit down?" "You fucking long-streak of fucking piss!" "Lennie, don't fuck around." "My place was petrol-bombed." " Oh." " Oh." "It's about that?" "Four thousand, it cost me." "Four..." " Four fuck..." " ..thousand." "(Sniggers )" "Oh, Freddie, Freddie, Freddie." "When I heard about that... I couldn't have been more surprised. I was... I was gutted." "I hope you ain't insinuating that that 'ad anything to do with me." "Cos that'd be wrong." "My conscience is clear." "'Look at me." "'Look into my fucking eyes.' lf l wanted to," "I'd fucking come after YOU." "I'd fucking..." "Maxie." "Maxie, Maxie." "(Tuts )" "'Oh, dear, Maxie." "'Just you wait, son." "'That's nothing compared to what happened to Lennie.'" "(Gunshot)" "He's a good boy, though." "Ain't scared, is he?" "(Tuts )" "All right." "All right." "Let's say he did work for me - did." "That's not to say I gave the order." "Let's just say, for the sake of argument," "someone's come in your club, with a lighted cigarette." "They've dropped it in a bin, and the subsequent fire's ensued." "And let's say for the same sake of argument, my man slipped in the showers." "Someone's dropped a fucking taxi on his head." "These things 'appen." "'Ow does that sound?" "Sounds about right?" "Yeah." "Sounds about right." "(Chants )" "(Cackles )" "Come 'ere, come 'ere." "Hey?" "B-B-Bobby, bubbly." "Let's have a nice drink." "(Laugh)" "Fucking warm champagne." "Fucking prick." "Listen, you wanna go and get a proper drink?" "Yeah, go on." "Right." "'He had on that grey two-piece mohair." "'That was a great suit." "'lmmaculate cut. Italian." "'Always with a white shirt." "'Always." "'His ruby cuff links - l loved 'em." "'l fucking loved them." "'Beautiful watch." "'Wafer thin, solid gold." "'Hardly know you've got it on." "'Bond Street, two and a half grand.'" "You like this tie pin, don't you?" "'Ere." "'Ave it." "(Dancing music)" "# For years" "# You were out of my life" "# Don't want to fall for you" "# Cos you're the hurting kind" "# Need you by my side to keep me satisfied # l need your love, that's all I'm thinking of" "# But I don't want you" "# Cos you're the hurting kind" "Hi." "Sorry I'm late." "It's pissing down." "Fuck it." "Don't worry about it." "Mel went on for you." "I bet she's really pissed off with me." "Livid." "Called you everything." ""Fucking new girl." "Comes in late." ""Second day." "Bleeding tart." ""l'm earning her fucking money for her."" "I'm joking. I'm not serious." "I'm making it up." "She don't care." "What's your name again?" "Karen." "We drinking wine?" "Yeah, why?" "Bit suspect, innit?" "Good for the blood." "# You're the hurting kind #" "Freddie Mays is in." " On his own?" " No, with a mate." "Who's Freddie Mays?" "Table two, but he's mine." "Only he don't know that yet." "Right." "Let's eat." "Chateaubriand, asparagus, potatoes gratin." "Bollocks." "(Freddie) No dessert." "Black coffee." "Espresso." "It's called espresso." "Might order a cigar after, Cuban." "See what you make of that." "Blow your mind." " You reckon?" " Yeah." "I've organised some company." "What do you mean?" "You know, couple o' blokes on our own, drinking wine - bit suspect, innit?" "Mel and you." "What's your name?" "Karen." "I want you to keep Freddie Mays and his goon company." "You didn't mention nothing about that in the ad." "You don't have to suck him off - keep him company." "He's clean, he's well-mannered and rich." "If you like him, you can marry the cunt." "Count yourself lucky, girl." "He's a nice guy." "Not like most of 'em 'ere." "Mel, I've told you - don't bad-mouth the club." "This is a class emporium." " Where you going?" " Going to the bog." "Table two, Karen." "I'll be over in a minute." "Mind if I sit down?" "Suit yourself." "I was told you were well-mannered," "Mr Freddie Mays." "What makes you think I'm Freddie Mays?" "Woman's intuition." "I heard you're quite the gentleman." "Did you now?" "Yeah." "And rich." "So you're a fucking gold-digger, then?" "No, I'm not a fucking gold-digger, I'm a normal working girl." "So, you're a hooker." "Well, Freddie Mays doesn't pay for it." "And I don't sit around in clubs taking shit from gangsters." "So much for the gentleman crap." "I suppose they have to talk you up." "Karen, I want you to meet Freddie Mays." "Hello." "Hello, Mr Mays." "You are?" "Why don't you treat my friend to a dance?" "Fuck off." "You're having a laugh." "Sorry about the manners." "Come on." "Come on. lt don't bite." "Please, sit down." "(Freddie) Sorry about that." "Who is he?" "Just a...business associate." "(Words drowned by music)" " Yeah." " 'Ere, let me do that." "Thank you." "Sorry, do you want one?" "No, thank you." "I have to look after my voice." "What's that - you an actress?" " No." " Could be." "Face like that." "Thank you." " Appreciate it." " Don't mention it." " No, I sing." " You sing?" "What, 'ere?" "No, I dance here." "'Jane, June, Jackie." "'Jessica, Julie - she got bumped pretty sharpish." "'That's the "J"s." "'On to "K". "K" for Karen." "'Freddie Mays and all his skinny birds." "'Oh, dear, Freddie." "Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.'" "Sing something, then." "(Laughs )" "Get up and sing something." "Get up and sing?" "I thought you meant at the table." " No." " For you." "I mean get up on the stage." "Yeah, right." "Any requests, Mr Mays?" "Freddie, Freddie." "Go on, I'm serious." "I don't think the management would approve." "Don't worry about the management." "I was talking to the girls backstage." "Yeah?" "Said you was a bit of an animal." "Really?" "Oh, did they?" "(Freddie) Which bit?" "(Giggles )" "(Freddie) Did they specify?" "Don't change the subject." "Hang on." " What?" " Hang on." "Move." "'Just another bird." "'Just another skinny fucking bird.'" "(Karen) Good evening, everyone." "This is for Mr Mays." "Freddie." " Freddie?" " Shut up." " You like her, then?" " l said shut it." "# lt seems life has played a game on me # l'm lost in a sea of misery" "# My love has turned his back on me" "# Heartache, why won't you let me be?" "# Baby, have some mercy" "# Please don't make me" "# Beg on bended knees" "# Oh, please" "# Have mercy on me... #" "'And you, Mr Freddie Mays..." "'You had to go swimming in her eyes, 'dancing in her hair." "'You had to slip into her mouth, 'slide over her tongue, 'fall down her throat, 'deep down into her belly, 'right into her blood." "'You had to fall asleep, 'wrapped around her beautiful beating heart.'" "# Have mercy on me #" "'Six months later, we're in the Zephyr." "'Me and Roland." "'Going past the Double Six.'" "(Gangster) Hold up." "Park up along here." "'Roland's pulled over.'" "Ain't that Lennie Taylor?" "Yeah." "Who that with him?" " lt ain't." " lt can't be." "It is. lt fucking well is." "That's Eddie Miller." "'Eddie?" "Eddie Miller talking to Lennie Taylor." "'What would Lennie Taylor 'want with a little shit like Eddie Miller?" "'Poor little Eddie." "'Run, rabbit, run.'" "Can't believe it." "I just can't believe it." "Dirty little red-neck Judas." "(Continues incomprehensibly)" "(Gangster) Do you know something, Roland?" "I've never understood one fucking work you've said to me." "So shut up." "Let me deal with this." "Sheila?" "(Knock at door)" "Who is it?" "It's the big bad wolf." "Oh. lt's you." "I was...just making some sweet tea." "Would you like a cup?" "Fuck me." "Hello, Roland." "Do you take sugar?" "Sit down, Eddie." " What...what's that?" " That?" "That's my favourite axe, Eddie." "Oh, gentle Jesus, meek and mild, please bless all babies, make children safe at night." "Eddie, look at me." "I can't." "Eddie, look at my fucking eyes." "Look at my fucking eyes." "(Eddie groans )" "Get up." "Come on." "It's all right." "Sit down." "(Eddie heaving)" "All right?" "Shh!" "Shh!" "Now, listen." "Shh..." "Deep breaths." "What did Lennie Taylor want, Eddie?" "Lennie?" "(Wails )" "What did Lennie Taylor want, Eddie?" "I..." "I was having a light ale and minding my own business." " You know me." " l don't." "Maxie picked me up. I didn't know what they wanted." "I'm just a fucking thief." "That's got nothing to do with me." "You couldn't rob your own arsehole." "Freddie, he's a lovely man." " Yeah." " He's been good to me." "As for his business, that's none of my business." "I was in the Prussia, minding my own business." "The place goes quiet." "I hear my name." ""Eddie." Fuck, it's Maxie." "Maxie King, camel coat nutty." "You are so boring." "Are you bored?" "What's he want?" " (Gangster) You're boring." " Lennie Taylor wants to see me." "I've got see him." "I can't not go." "What am I gonna do?" "Not go?" "Then what?" "I'm squashed beside Maxie and this big bloke in this Rover." "No one saying nothing." "Dead quiet." "Get on with it." " They take me to this club." " The Double Six." "That's right." "Fuck." "Look, Lennie was there." "He was asking questions about Freddie." "But I told him to fuck off." " Did you?" " Yeah." "I said, I'll have a drink, but don't ask me questions about Freddie." "What sort of questions?" "What sort of questions?" "What sort of questions, Eddie?" "I can't fucking remember." "I think you better try, son." "Lennie reckons Freddie's losing it." " Does he?" " Yeah." "Love makes you fat." "Love makes you fat." " Go on." " That's it." "It's a lovely place, the Double Six." "It's swanky." "Loads of crumpet." "Lennie seemed half decent." "I can't remember what was said, but I know I didn't say nothing." "Look at me." "Look at my eyes." "(Tearful) I'm telling the truth." "Eddie, look at my fucking eyes." "They're gonna do, Freddie." "Oh, fuck." "Friday, outside The Candelabra." "God." "God, oh..." "Look..." "listen, I've told you now." "You've gotta warn Freddie." "You've gotta tell him." "Please, you gotta tell Freddie." "We'll go and tell him." "We'll go and warn Freddie, eh?" "I love that smell." "Do you like that smell?" "That kiddie smell." "It's lovely." "Kids, eh?" "Be the fucking death of you." "Eddie, come here." "Shh, shh..." "Eddie." "(Sobs ) I want you to look at me." " Eddie, look at me." " l can't." " Look at me." " l can't." "I can't do it." "Look what you gone and done." "Look what a mess you've made." "(Eddie sniffs and sobs )" "Look, I can't." " l can't" " Eddie." " Put your hands down." " Fuck." "Look at me." "That's all I'm asking." "That's it." "Not so difficult, was it?" "(Breathless ) lt's all right." "Shh, shh, shh... (Sighs )" "All right." "Come on, Eddie." "(Sighs )" "No, no. I'm telling you, Lennie Taylor..." "'Driving up the Embankment," "'Roland's talking about going straight to tell Freddie." "'Freddie Mays." "Freddie Mays... 'l know something you don't.'" "(Rasping, controlled scream)" "You don't deal with them..." " Pull over." "'Pull over, Roland." "Puncture.'" "Where's this puncture?" "Felt like it was your side." "Don't see nothing." "(Mumbles threat) I'm stroking your frizzy hair." "Fucking things!" "Charlie, let me do that." "You take the tea in." "Come on." "Cheers, Charlie." "Ta." " All right, girl?" " Yeah." " You puttin' on weight?" " Shut up." "I'll have one." " 'Ere." " Cheers." "Ta." "Fuckin' headless, it said." "Fuckin' torso." "Imagine that." "John." "Karen, maybe you should wait in the car." "Oi." "Maybe you should go and wait in the car." "Take the short-cut through the window." "(Karen) He's just old-fashioned." "Don't think I wanna be here, anyway." "You wanna watch your mouth." " Right, what were we saying?" " lt's gotta be him." "Let's look at it." "We know a black body's been found and one of ours is missing." "It's Roland - he's been missing for five days." "Don't mean it's him." "What it means is if it is him, it's them." "It all adds up." "Fuckin' right it does." "What are we waitin' for?" "Let's go." "Hit 'em now." "We gotta get uglier, take the initiative." "I'll show 'em torsos." "I'll cut their fuckin' arms off." "He never deserved it." "Poor bastard." "Come on, Freddie." "Say fucking something." "Let's go now." "Let's hit 'em." "Hold on." "Hold on, John." "Think about it." "Why Roland?" "Huh?" "Why not you?" "Or Tommy?" "Me?" "All of us in one go." "Bang!" "Beautiful, perfect." "Fucking happy." "That would be a take-over." "That'd be nice." "That I could see." "But this..." "Don't make sense." "Something does not make sense." "(John) Maybe it was meant for me." "Or you!" "Shut it!" "Another thing, what if it ain't him?" " Who the fuck else...?" " Someone else!" " l just think..." " Sit down!" "All right." "Right." "This is what we do." "We wait." "All right?" "Got that?" "We wait." "We give it a couple o' days." "If he don't turn up, all right." "So be it." "All hell breaks loose." "All right." "All right, Freddie." "What's going on?" "Fre..." "He gone deaf or something?" "He doesn't want to be disturbed by anybody." "I don't think that means me." "That's what he said." "Cup of tea?" "Bomb, was it?" "No, we're re-decorating." "Oh, are we?" "That's nice." "'Let a bird into your life, 'the next thing you know, 'the walls are poof pink, there's pot pourri in the bog 'and knickers in your cornflakes.'" "Who's he in there with, or is that a secret?" "No." "He's in with Tommy." "And Roland's sister." "(Tea cup clinks )" "Listen, Karen." "We've got off on the wrong foot." " lf it's my fault..." " We can start again." "You're not bad looking." "Not bad looking?" "Not bad looking?" "I'm a prince, darling." " Yeah?" " Oh, yeah." "Why don't you find yourself a nice girl?" " l could help." " Do me a favour." "I got so many birds, they're coming out me ears." "I can't even hear myself think." "What's behind this, then?" "Freddie's not allowed to see it." "What do you think?" "Do you know, it's not a bad likeness of Freddie." "Nose a bit on the large side though." "Very funny." "Freddie's mad about horses." "I thought it might make a nice engagement present." "You what?" "An engagement present." "As in me and Freddie." "Getting married." "Didn't he tell you?" "No." "You up the duff?" "Can we hear the patter of tiny feet?" "No, not yet." "(Mimics ) No, not yet." "You're over the moon, ain't you?" "Hap-hap-happy." "That's a nasty way of putting it." "I've never been happier." "I'd have thought any mate of Freddie's would be happy for him, too." "What's your problem?" "Ain't me that's got the problem, darling." "I'm not surprised he didn't tell you." "Not exactly over the moon, are you?" "There's something really ugly eating away inside you." "I could see it a mile off." "I love Freddie." "I'd kill for that man." "I don't give a fuck" " if you approve." " Keep your knickers on." "I'll look after him, whatever it takes." "Do you understand me?" "Keep your fucking knickers on." "Do you understand?" "Yeah, I'm sorry." "Yeah." "I wish the best for you." "Really hope you're happy together." " Yeah." " Yeah, really." "Congratulations." "Tell Freddie I'll catch up with him later." "Tell him I'm happy for him, for the both of you, and..." "Karen," "take good care of him, eh?" "'What was he gonna do?" "'Crack open the bubbly, smiling from ear to ear?" ""'l'm getting engaged."" ""'Cor, blimey, you ain't?"" ""'Fuck me." "Nice one." "Congrats."" ""'Kept that under your hat, you romantic old so-and-so."" "'And I'm thinking, 'love makes you fat, poof.'" "(Chattering)" "Look out!" "Run!" "(Gunshot)" "(Karen screams )" "Run, for God's sake!" "This is for you, you fucking... (Karen) You bastard." "Get off him!" "Gun that doesn't work!" "Take that." "Get off him!" "You bastard!" "Fucking cunt." "Want something done..." "Where do you think you're going?" "Get back inside, you cunt." "Get off him!" "Bastard!" "Shut her up." "No!" "Get off him!" "Maxie, please." "Get off me." "Let her go!" "Let her go." "Let her." "Please!" "Cut her." " No!" " No!" "Please." "(Freddie) Shoot me." "Please shoot me." "(Gun cocks )" "(Gunshot)" "'What a comedy." "'What a skirmish." "'Look at his suit now." "'Tatters.'" "(Tyres screech)" "'The bird's fucked." "'But Freddie's still twitching." "'He starts to move." "'Tries to get up." "Falls back." "'Hopeless." "'Tries again." "'Go on, son." "'Now he's pulling himself along the pavement." "'Trail of blood like a bleeding slug." "'Come on, Freddie." "'Two more yards." "'Fucking lying there on your leather settee." "'That's it, Romeo." "'Go on, give her a kiss.'" "(Freddie breathless )" "'Work the old magic.'" "(Freddie wheezes )" "'l've got a machete on the back seat." "'A chopper on the passenger seat 'and this old Beretta tucked in me trousers." "'And I'm fucking happy." "'Green light." "'Green light." "'Green light." "'Pull up outside where Lennie Taylor lives." "'124 Jubilee Mansions." "'Here's me, outside where Lennie Taylor lives." "'Axe." "'Gun." "'l'm out of the car." "'Walking." "'See a car." "'Pick it up." "'MOT." "'Throw it a million miles." "'Walking." "'Door." "'Corridor." "'Lift." "'l'm Superman." "'King fucking Kong." "'l'm filling up..." "I'm filling up." "'Fifth floor." "'Stop." "'Open." "'Out." "'Corridor." "'Walking." "(Urgently) 'Machete." "'Axe, gun, 'chisel, 'tools." "'1 18." "Fucking leather settee." "'120." "Fucking hand-made shoes. 122." "'Draw back the hammer." "'124, coming up." "'l'm electric, I'm frightening, I'm terrible." "'We're in.'" "Don't mind if I do, Lennie." "(Groans )" "(Lennie gurgles )" "(Lennie) You bastard, you... (Lennie groans )" "(Turns volume up) # l'll never let you go... #" "(Lennie) You fucking cunt." "You better make a fucking good job of this, boy." "You better make a fucking good job of me." "Here, have a clock." "(Groans )" "You bastard!" "# No broken hearts for us" "# Because we love each other" "# And with our faith and trust" "# There could be no other" "# Why?" "Because I love you... #" "(Lennie) Come on, then." "# l think you're awfully sweet" "# Why?" "Because I love you... #" "(Lennie groans )" "Come on, then." "Fucking finish me off." "Fucking finish me off." "Lost your fucking bottle, have you?" "Lost the taste for it?" "Get on with it." "(Cackles )" "(Lennie groans ) # l love you" "# And you love me all the time... #" "(Drowned out by song) # l'll never let you go" "# Why?" "Because I love you" "# Because I love you # l'll always love you so" "# Why?" "Because you love me... #" "Always give it everything you've fucking got." "Eh?" "# We found a perfect love... #" "Get your pretty clothes off." "Come on." "Come on." "# l love you and you love me # l love you and you love me" "# We'll love each other dear" "# Forever #" "You ready?" "Yes." "(Shouts )" "Aaaah!" "You... (Cries out)" "(Groans continue)" "What do you fucking want, eh?" "Fuck you!" "Fucking..." "Fuck you!" "Fucking cunt!" "What do you fucking think I am?" "Where you goin'?" "Don't you fucking run away from me?" "Eh?" "Eh?" "!" "You fucking..." "You're a fuck..." "Eh?" "Don't you fucking die on me, Lennie." "Lennie, I'll..." "You're not making any sense, Lennie." "You want it old style?" "Look at me, Lennie." "Look at my eyes." "Lennie, look at my fuckin' eyes." "(Glass smashes )" "(Weakly) Who are you?" "Who are you?" "You're nothing." "You're nothing." "Look at you, lying there like a... (Stutters ) p-piece of m-meat." "Meat." "You filthy cunt." "You filthy... ..dead cunt, you cunt." "(Mumbles ) Cunt, you cunt." "Dead cunt." "Dead." "You...cunt." "Fuck you." "Fuck you." "Oh, fuck." "Oh, fuck." "(Knock at door)" "Who is it?" "Tommy." "Get dressed." "What's wrong?" "I'll be in the car." "You gonna tell me what this is all about?" "Freddie and Karen were jumped outside the Candelabra." "You what?" "Cut Karen's throat." "Fuck me." "What about Freddie?" "Right, it's like this." "He's not dead, but he's in a bad way." "He's been cut to ribbons." "Three hundred something stitches." "Shot three times." "He's on the lot - morphine, you name it." "They'll try and operate again in the morning." "It's...touch and go." "But he's strong." "No." "You fucker. I wanna see Freddie." "I wanna see my mate." "Not possible." "They won't let you." "There's a...situation." "What fucking situation?" "A serious fucking situation, Tommy." "Fuck off." "Listen to me closely, Tommy." "Lennie Taylor has been killed." "What?" "Tonight." "Hacked to death at home." "Do you understand what that means?" "Christmas has come early for my colleagues up there." "They're charging Freddie with murder." "It's perfect." "They've been after him for ages." "It's a win double." "(Tommy) Freddie didn't kill Lennie." "What it comes down to is Freddie's finished." "Now piss off." "Yeah?" "I wanna see Freddie." "Tommy, for fuck..." "You are some cunt." " lt's just money to you." " All right." "There an admission price for this fucking freak show?" " Tommy, calm down." " ls that it?" " That fucking it?" " Fuck off." "(Gangster) Fuck off." "Tommy." "All right, mate?" "Oh, Jesus." "All right, son." "Put that in your hand." "All right, mate." "Poor fella." "(Sobs )" "Jesus." "All right, mate." "Silence in court." "(Shouting)" "'Old Judge Mumbling said 'in all his however many fucking years, 'the murder of Leonard Bertram Taylor..." "'We laughed." ""'Silence in court."" "'..was the most barbaric case 'he'd ever had the misfortune to try." "'Judge told Freddie he was an animal." "'And gave him thirty years." "'To serve a minimum of twenty five." "How's that?" "'" "Take him down." "(Angry shouts from gallery)" "'British justice, eh?" "'" "(Echoing shouts )" "'Poor old Freddie." "'The King is dead.' l told you. I fucking told you." "Someone should listen to me for a change." "None of this would've happened." "You was right." "So what?" "It's no fucking good to us now." "Fucking right, I was right." "Tommy, Maxie - what's his fucking fate?" "That's why we're here." "Rather than this old fanny." "Don't be fucking stupid." " Don't call me stupid." " All right." "He's right." "We can't go near 'em." "Anything happens to Maxie, we're fucked." "There's no way on this fucking Earth is that fucking cunt gonna do what he done to Freddie and get away with it." "There's no way he's gonna avoid me." " John." " No fucking way." "It's a difficult time." "I'm trying to deal with it as best I know." "This ain't helping." "He's dead." "He's fucking..." "All right, just calm down." "Everyone just fucking calm down." "Act like men." "Use your fucking loaf." "(Scoffs )" "(Tommy) You got something to say?" "Cos if you have, say it." "I wanna hear it." "Fucking say it." "Are you sure?" "(Tommy) Fucking say it." "He's right." "You're wrong." "Fucking right, I'm right." "You saying I'm not up to it?" "I don't fucking know." "You tell me." "You cunt!" " l'll fucking..." " Fucking what?" "What?" "What you gonna do?" "(Whispers ) Start crying?" "Sit down, Tommy." "Derek?" "Get Tommy a drink." "'The King is dead." "'Long live the King." "'1970, a new decade." "'No more Double Six." "'No more Freddie.'" "'No more Lennie." "'Bye bye, Maxie.'" "(Groans )" "Fucking monster." "# You better beware" "# You better take care" "# You better watch out if you got long black hair" "# Keep looking behind" "# You'll go out of your mind" "# You better not go, you'll never know what you'll find" "# You look in his eyes" "# Don't be surprised" "# Cos you don't know what's going on behind his disguise # '1972." "'Nothing can touch us." "We're moving." "'Raking it in." "Way out of Freddie's league." "'Sort of thing he'd never have dreamed of.' l'm gonna knock you out!" "Do what I say." "(Shouting)" "'First of January, 1973." "'Grand opening." "The casino." "'Black tie." "Freddie always said gambling was for mugs. lt is." "'Took two million the first year." "'Never understood that thing Freddie had for the horses." "'Till I bought one." "'Brown Bomber." "'Earned me a packet, then disaster." "'lt won." ""76." "Tommy's wife dies." "'So he retires." "'Lost his bottle since Freddie got all banged up." ""77..." ""78, '79, '80..." ""81 - l got 300 people working for me." "'Top that, Mr Mays." ""82 to '86 - cocaine." "'Fucking fortune.'" "Fucking wanker." "Don't you knock?" "Look at this gear." ""87, '88" " Billy offends me." "'The one good thing I learnt from Freddie - 'keep your own house in order." ""93 " "'Maggie's children suffer the consequences of the eighties." "'Don't we all?" "'Do we, fuck?" "!" "'Business is as good as ever." "'Poor little merchant bankers." "'Still got enough for a little toot though.'" "(Slapping)" ""94 - not such a good year." "'Mad John murders his wife in a domestic." "'Nothing I could do about it." "'As it happens, in the supermarket." "'Fucking sad way to go down." "'Taken out the place like a poxy junkie shop-lifter." "'Last of Freddie's boys." "'End of an era." ""95, '96, '97, '98, '99..." ""99." "'Freddie Mays is back." "'Lock up your daughters.'" "Chinatown." "'Well, Freddie..." "'All those years." "How's it been, son?" "'Tough?" "Was it tough?" "'Tough on you." "Hard to bear." "'Still, for my part, I'd just like to say, Freddie, 'congratulations." "'You're out." "Fit and well and I'm happy." "'Fuck off." "'Look at me now, Freddie." "'You want a job?" "Me and you, Freddie?" "'Just like the old days.'" "(Chatter)" "(Oriental music)" "(Hoarse) I can't live like that." "Can't do it." "Hello, Eddie." "Hello." "It's been a while, Eddie." "We should catch up." "It'd be nice catching up." "Let's catch up." "Old mum well?" "Good." "Great." "Magic." "Oh..." "What the fuck is going on with Freddie Mays?" "When did he get out?" "Wednesday." "Do you mind if I get back to work?" "No, no." "Let's go somewhere more private." "(Gangster) I don't like it." "Nobody told me he was gettin' out." "(Eddie) You wouldn't know about the wedding, then?" "What fucking wedding?" "Freddie's wedding." "Everyone'll be there." "He's well, too, from what I hear." "He's got a BA." "Bachelor of Arts." "Who's he marrying, anyway?" "Somebody he met in the nick?" "Karen." "You remember?" "Singer, lovely face." "Throat cut." "Nearly died." "Eddie..." "You ever kill somebody, Eddie?" "How do you mean?" "You know, like, kill 'em?" " What, like dead?" " Yeah." "Dead." " l'd have to say no." " Why not?" " l don't want to." " l think you could." "If it was somebody you really hated." "Like, if he'd done something to me and my family?" "Yeah." "Look, I want to ask you a question." "No ifs or buts." "I want a straight answer." "Who, if you had to choose, would you sooner kill?" "Me or Freddie Mays?" " Truth?" " Yeah, truth." "You." "Sorry." "Can I ask you a question?" "Yeah." "Yeah, fire away." "Why haven't you killed me?" "Who says I'm not going to?" "(Rowdy chatter)" "Come on." "Pass it!" "(Cheering)" "(Karen singing with piano)" "# Heartache, why won't you let me be?" "# Baby, have some mercy" "# Please don't make me" "# Beg on bended knees" "# Oh, please" "# Have mercy on me" "# You know I love you #" "(Piano stops )" "Karen?" "(Chatter)" "Karen." "Imagine bumping in to you after all this time." "Must be what - twenty five..." "You know exactly how long it's been." "Well, I thought maybe you were dead." "(Chuckles )" "Oh." "Healed up nice." "I know why you're here." "Stay away from Freddie." "He don't want to see you, hear from you, smell you in your cheap fucking aftershave." "We've waited too long for some evil ponce to fuck things up." "(Tuts )" "That's not very lady-like." "Fucking freak." "Stay away." "I told you I'd kill for Freddie." "Oh, yeah." "You told me a lot of things." ""You're not a bad looking bloke." ""Why don't you find yourself a nice girl?"" "(Laughs )" "What makes you think that you're so special?" "I wouldn't mind a wife, someone to love." "I deserve some love." "I want a Valentine's card." "I don't care if she's a slag." "I'll look after her... spoil her, buy her stuff." "Maybe I'd like to settle down some time." "But nobody ever thinks about that." "(Shouts ) Nobody thinks about me!" "Well, fuck you!" "Tell Freddie I wanna see him, or there'll be consequences." "Serious fucking consequences." "Get out my fucking way, you cunt!" "So, Freddie," "heard you was gettin' hitched." "Gettin' yourself a ball and chain." "No..." "No, I didn't get no invitation." "Not to worry." "I couldn't have gone, anyway - business." "Still, hope it all goes well." "For my part, Freddie, I'd just like to say, congratulations." "You're out, fit and well, and well... here's to you." "Like what you've done to the place." "Sit down, Freddie." "Been a long time." "Yeah." "Like a cup of tea?" "Yeah, that'd be nice." "(Sighs )" "(Clattering)" "So, Freddie, how you doing?" "All right." " Yeah?" " Yeah." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "Look, what do you want?" "I hear you're getting married." "At some point, yeah." "A little something." "Take it." "Go on, take it." "It's for you." "Take it." "Freddie, I want you to take the money." "I took your money, you take my money. lt's for you." "Don't take it." "What do you want?" "The flat, is that it?" "You want to move in?" "You and Karen?" "Yeah?" "Cosy Karen." "Take it. I'm out of here." "Re-decorate." "Why not?" "New carpet." "Lick of paint." "Lovely." "Patter of tiny feet." "You're probably past it." "Can't get it up." "She's no spring chicken." "Probably come out twisted and mental." "Baby Freddie - spastic." "She's barren probably." "All dried up." "You could always adopt." "What do you want?" "The shoes, is it?" "The hand-made fucking shoes?" "'Ere..." "They're yours, 'ave 'em." "'Ere take 'em." "They're yours." "Tie pin?" "You like the tie pin?" "Fuck me, it's got your initials on it." "Take it. lt's yours. 'Ave it." "You're mad." "No, it's you." "You drive me fucking nuts, you do." "I don't want your flat, I don't want your shoes and I don't want your fucking tie pin." "That Freddie's dead." "What...what is it with you?" "Where you coming from?" "Explain it to me." "I'd like to know, really, I would. I wanna know." "What have you got that I haven't got?" "I done better than you." "I'm the better man." "Wasn't me who spent fuck knows how long inside, professor." "What?" "You think I wouldn't kill you, do you think that?" "Just cos it's you." "is that what you think?" "I can kill somebody. lt's easy." "It's easy to kill somebody." "It's nothing." "I avenged you." "(Scream) I didn't want to kill Lennie Taylor." "I did not want to kill Lennie Taylor." "I didn't enjoy it." "Had to be done." "Somebody had to do it." "Yeah." "Karen spent the past thirty years telling me the whole thing stank of you." "That bitch." "Take it." "Take it." "Pick it up." "There it is, pick it up." "Shoot me." "Shoot me!" "Shoot me, you cunt!" "Who do you think you are?" "Pathetic." "Yeah." "Oh, yeah. I was." "I was vain." "I was a prat." "Handsome Freddie Mays, butcher of Mayfair." "What a load of old cobblers." "Who'd wanna be Freddie Mays?" "Fuck off." "You're a nutter." "Yeah, well, I ain't going away so kill me." "Come on, kill me!" "Come on." "For old time's sake." "Down memory lane and all that." "(Gunshot) I was there." "(Sniggers )" "(Mimics ) "Get your hands off her."" ""Karen."" ""Maxie, please, no." "Not the girl."" "(Whines ) "Not the girl, no."" "(Sniggers )" "Sound familiar?" "You crawling around in your own blood." "Pathetic." "Hilarious." " Maxie's got 'is knife out." " No!" "Come on, Freddie." "Come on." "Maxie with his blade, digging at her flesh." "Ripping that lovely throat." " Karen!" " Ah!" "And you going, "Shoot me", like a sick cow." "(Gunshot)" "Come on." "Come on, Freddie, two more yards." "What...what's that she's saying?" "(Sobs )" "What?" "(Taunts ) "l love you, Freddie."" ""l love you. I love you."" "What?" "(Laughs )" "What?" "Does she still love you?" "With your pruney bollocks and your old bird's hair." "(Laughs )" "Handsome Freddie Mays." "(Laughs )" "How could she still love you?" "Seeing what you are." "And what are you?" "A cunt?" "What are you?" "Milky tea?" "Come on, Romeo." "Give her a kiss." "Work the old magic." "Come on, Freddie." "Come on, my son." "Shoot me." "Shoot me." "Kill me!" "Shoot me!" "(Breathes heavily)" "(Scoffs ) I'm just an old man in a crap suit." "I like it that way." "(Footsteps )" "Bitch." "(Sighs )" "'One day I'll catch up with you." "'You want a war?" "'l'll give you a fucking war, 'one arm tied behind me back." "'l'll shoot you." "I'll blow you to kingdom come." "'They'll need a dustpan and brush 'to scrape you off the walls." "'Make mincemeat out of you." "'Pie and mash." "Puddles of blood.'" "(Breathless ) 'l'll leave you lying there, 'the rotten lot of you." "'Calling me a cunt.'" "(Young Gangster) 'Calling me a cunt." "'Calling me a cunt, you cunt." "'l'll fucking kick you." "'l'll kick fuck out of you." "'l'll kick you to fuck, you...'" "(Gurgling)" "'Fuck you!" "'" "(Old Gangster) 'Rip your face off." "'l'll fucking..." "(Breathless ) 'l'll burn you." "'Freddie Mays." "'Freddie Mays." "'Don't need you, Freddie." "'Who am I?" "'" "I'm Superman!" "King-fucking-Kong." "I can pick you up and throw you a million miles." "I'm number one." "Number fucking one." "I'm number one." "Number fucking one." "Number one, number one." "Number one!" "(Screams )" "Number one!" "Number one!" "One!" "One!" "One!" "One!" "Number fucking one." "I'm number one." "Fuck you!" "(Scream)" "Number one." "# Oh, the good life" "# Full of fun, seems to be the ideal" "# Mmm, the good life" "# Let's you hide all the sadness you feel" "# You won't really" "# Fall in love" "# For you can't take the chance" "# So please be honest with yourself" "# Don't try to fake romance # lt's the good life" "# To be free and explore the unknown" "# Like the heartaches" "# When you learn you must face them alone" "# Please remember # l still want you" "# And in case you wonder why" "# Well, just wake up" "# Kiss the good life" "# Good bye #"