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hwpWhat, with Scotland Yard
breathing down me neck?
Fuck off!
"Do me a favor."
Solomons.
That was around the back, wasnt it?
Down that alley.
We went there to meet,
whats his name? Mickey... Mick...
- Mikey?
- No, no.
Harry... Harry...
Not Harry Michaels?
That was it! Harry Michaels,
Harry-fucking-Michaels.
Of course it was.
Harry Michaels.
What was it about?
Didnt he have some problem?
What the fuck is he going on about?
His brother had a record business
with a funny sort of name.
- I can see it spinning round.
- They usually do, Dodgy!
Someone take him home, eh?
Barry! That was it. Barry.
Deram Records.
Barry...? Barry...? Barry...?
Barry, Barry... What the fuck
am I talking about?
Im fucked if I know.
Wouldnt think he just
got out of the clinic, eh?
- Losing it?
- Fucking senile, aint he?
Here, youll never guess
who I bumped into the other day.
Larry Lord!
- Ol Lordy?
- Yeah.
- Put on weight.
- Poor blimey.
Fat as a pig.
Here, here, here.
Talking of golden oldies...
...Freddie Mays is
getting out next week.
Be good to see old Freddie
again after... What is it?
Thirty years?
Thats a bit of a stretch,
aint it, eh?
Lock up your daughters!
Lock up your granny, more like!
Hello. Wheres he gone?
You havent invited him
to the party, eh?
"Do me a favor!"
You done well for yourself,
didnt you?
Come here, pops.
Here you are, grandad.
Go get yourself a nice bird.
What do you take me for?
A cunt?
This is .
Im playing Jack the Lad at snooker,
when all of a sudden...
...Fat Charlies come in.
Not that he was fat,
cause he wasnt. He was skinny.
But he was called fat
cause his mum was fat.
Its how he was distinguished from
the other Charlie, "Skinny" Charlie.
Now he was fat. But it was
too late by then to swap it around.
Anyway, he says to me:
"Go and see Freddie Mays."
Fucking hell!
My heart was going mad.
Freddie Mays.
Freddie Mays,
"The Butcher of Mayfair."
The man was a legend.
Hed done a copper in Bethnal Green
and got away with it, for fucks sake!
Thats how you get to the top.
Kill a bent cop. Make a splash.
After that, Freddie was king.
What a place.
A fucking palace!
In he came.
There he was, in those handmade
Italian leather shoes, silk socks.
The suit? Do me a favor.
The man was class.
A class act.
Style. Im-fucking-peccable.
What a man.
I mean, a real man.
How you doing?
Yeah, good.
Do you want a drink?
Yeah.
You look a bit scared, son.
Are you scared?
No.
Scared?
I didnt need a drink.
I was drunk enough.
Drunk on the smell
of Italian leather.
Arse-holed on the smell of success.
I hear youve been hanging
around with Mad John.
This incident last week,
apparently you did well.
Yeah.
Trevor heard that as well,
didnt you, Trev?
- He thinks youre a bit of a laugh.
- Does he?
Hes a wideboy, our Trevor.
Bit of an independent thinker.
Enjoys taking the piss.
Things he gets up to.
See, when you work for me
you do things my way.
No going behind me back.
No going out on your own.
And theres no independent
fucking thinking.
Oh, fuck!
Freddie...
- Because it irks me.
- For fucking sakes!
Yeah, thats the word. "Irks."
Anyway...
...it appears we have a vacancy.
Youre in, son.
Straight off he gives
me .
Five hundred in me hands!
This is !
Do me a favor.
Take out the rubbish.
Oh, and get yourself kitted out.
There we were, suited up.
Wasted on these fucking toerags.
Come here, you cunt!
Come here, cunt!
No! No! No!
- Give me until next Thursday, please.
- Thursday never fucking comes!
"Give me until next Thursday"?
Slags.
Its pathetic.
Fucking excuses. All sorts.
From A to zed, the whole alphabet.
Jokers.
Later, theyre in the Green Man
giving it the big one...
...like youre Harry the Spastic!
Hold him.
- Hey, whats the problem?
- You are!
Nothing I cant fix
with a few tools, eh?
Come on, dont do this shit!
While I waste my time
with an arsehole?
Remember the last time
we went through this?
That put a smile on your face,
didnt it?
Leather seats, sir?
Better roll down the windows.
Freddie, come on.
Its not even my taxi.
Its not even my fucking taxi,
you bastard!
What are you looking at?
Freddie! Dont fucking do it,
you bastard!
What is it with you, you cockneys, eh?
There you go.
I know a bloke wholl
take a look at that for you.
Now lets see that money, eh?
By tomorrow.
- Come on!
- Freddie!
No! No!
Get back to work, you lazy cunt!
Now, lets get this car
back on the road, eh?
- Hold him.
- No! Please! No!
Now, Giggler, you stay lucky, eh?
Get it off me!
Get it off me!
- You all right?
- Yeah.
Nice. Very nice.
Creative.
I like that. It deserves a drink.
What are you having?
Put it on. Here we go.
Is it on?
Here we go!
Go on, Billy!
My old woman loves this one.
Pity she aint here.
Nice bit of bubbly, darling?
Not right now.
Piss for fucking carpet, aint it?
Charlie, you got no sausage rolls?
