l'll show 'em torsos. l'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 l 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.
lf 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.
l 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?
l'm a prince, darling.
- Yeah? - Oh, yeah.
Why don't you find yourself a nice girl?
- l could help. - Do me a favour.
l got so many birds, they're coming out me ears.
l 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.
l 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.
l've never been happier.
l'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.
l'm not surprised he didn't tell you.
Not exactly over the moon, are you?
There's something really ugly eating away inside you.
l could see it a mile off.
l love Freddie. l'd kill for that man.
l don't give a fuck
- if you approve. - Keep your knickers on.
l'll look after him, whatever it takes.
Do you understand me?
Keep your fucking knickers on.
Do you understand?
Yeah, l'm sorry.
Yeah.
l wish the best for you.
Really hope you're happy together.
- Yeah. - Yeah, really.
Congratulations.
Tell Freddie l'll catch up with him later.
Tell him l'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 l'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 l'm fucking happy.
'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... l'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, l'm frightening, l'm terrible.
'We're in.'
Don't mind if l 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 l love you... #
(Lennie) Come on, then.
# l think you're awfully sweet
# Why? Because l love you... #
(Lennie groans )
Come on, then.
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 l love you
# Because l 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
# 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 l 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, l'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.
Oh, fuck.
(Knock at door)
Who is it?
Tommy.
Get dressed.
What's wrong?
l'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.
lt's...touch and go.
But he's strong.
No.
You fucker. l wanna see Freddie.
l 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.
lt's perfect.
They've been after him for ages. lt's a win double.
(Tommy) Freddie didn't kill Lennie.
What it comes down to is Freddie's finished.
Now piss off.
Yeah? l 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. l fucking told you.
Someone should listen to me for a change.
None of this would've happened.
You was right. So what?
lt's no fucking good to us now.
Fucking right, l 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.
lt's a difficult time.
l'm trying to deal with it as best l 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.
l wanna hear it. Fucking say it.
Are you sure?
(Tommy) Fucking say it.
He's right. You're wrong.
Fucking right, l'm right.
You saying l'm not up to it?
l 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 l 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 l 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 l 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 l 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, l'd just like to say, Freddie,
'congratulations.
'You're out. Fit and well and l'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) l can't live like that. Can't do it.
Hello, Eddie.
Hello.
lt's been a while, Eddie.
We should catch up. lt'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 l get back to work?
No, no.
Let's go somewhere more private.
(Gangster) l 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 l 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.
lf it was somebody you really hated.
Like, if he'd done something to me and my family?
Yeah. Look, l want to ask you a question. No ifs or buts.
l want a straight answer.
Who, if you had to choose,
would you sooner kill?
Me or Freddie Mays?
- Truth? - Yeah, truth.
You.
Sorry.
Can l ask you a question?
Yeah. Yeah, fire away.
Why haven't you killed me?
Who says l'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 l love you #
(Piano stops )
Karen?
(Chatter)
Karen.
lmagine bumping in to you after all this time.
Must be what - twenty five...
You know exactly how long it's been.
Well, l thought maybe you were dead.
(Chuckles )
Oh. Healed up nice.
l 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.
l told you l'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?
l wouldn't mind a wife, someone to love.
l deserve some love.
l want a Valentine's card.
l don't care if she's a slag. l'll look after her...
spoil her, buy her stuff.
Maybe l'd like to settle down some time.
But nobody ever thinks about that.
(Shouts ) Nobody thinks about me!
Well, fuck you!
Tell Freddie l 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, l didn't get no invitation.
Not to worry.
l couldn't have gone, anyway - business.
Still, hope it all goes well.
For my part, Freddie, l'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?
l hear you're getting married.
At some point, yeah.
A little something.
Take it.
Go on, take it.
lt's for you. Take it.
Freddie, l want you to take the money.
l 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. l'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.
l don't want your flat, l don't want your shoes
and l 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.
l'd like to know, really, l would. l wanna know.
What have you got that l haven't got?
l done better than you. l'm the better man.
Wasn't me who spent fuck knows how long inside, professor.
What?
You think l wouldn't kill you, do you think that?
Just cos it's you. ls that what you think?
l can kill somebody. lt's easy.
lt's easy to kill somebody. lt's nothing.
l avenged you.
(Scream)
l didn't want to kill Lennie Taylor.
l did not want to kill Lennie Taylor.
l 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. l was.
l was vain.
l 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, l 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)
l 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. l 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.
Kill me!
Shoot me!
(Breathes heavily)
(Scoffs )
l'm just an old man in a crap suit.
l like it that way.
(Footsteps )
Bitch.
(Sighs )
'One day l'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. l'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...
'l'll fucking...'
(Breathless )
'l'll burn you.
'Freddie Mays.
'Don't need you, Freddie.
'Who am l?'
l'm Superman!
King-fucking-Kong.
l can pick you up
and throw you a million miles.
l'm number one.
Number fucking one.
l'm number one.
Number fucking one.
Number one, number one.
Number one!
(Screams )
Number one! Number one!
One! One! One! One!
Number fucking one.
l'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 #