GANGSTER NO 1 - by jvincennes

Meeting Freddie Mays

All right how you doing?

Do you want a drink?

But you look a bit scared, son. Are you scared?

I hear you've been hangin' around with Mad John. This incident last week apparently you handled yourself quite well. Trevor, that is right, isn't it, Trev?

He thinks you're a bit of a laugh, I think. Does he? He's a bit of a wide boy, our Trevor. Ever an independent thinker. Enjoys takin the piss. The things he gets up to. You see, when you work for me, you do things my way. There's no goin' behind me back, there's no goin' out on your own.and there's no independent f**king...cause it irks me.

Yeah, that's the word-irks. Anyway it appears we have a vacancy. You're in, son,

Now do me a favor. Take out the rubbish, eh?

Oh, and get yourself kitted out.

Confronting Harry the taxi driver

Freddie: Hold him.
Harry: Heym now wait now! What's the problem?
Freddie: You are. Still nothin' I can't fix with a few tools, eh?
Harry: Oh come on. Don't do this!
Freddie: Why waste my tine speakin' to an arsehole like you? Remember the last time we went through all this, eh? That put a smile on your face, didn't it? Have a seat, sir? I'll roll down your windows in this weather.

Freddie: There you go. I've got a name of a bloke who will take a look at that for ya. Now let's see that money, eh? By tomorrow.

Freddie: You alright?
Gangster: Yeah.
Freddie: Nice. Very nice. Creative. I like that. Deserves a drink. What you having?

Freddie's club on fire

Tommy: How long have you been here?
Freddie: Just got here. Just pulled up.
Tommy: Did you see anyone?
Freddie: Nope.
Tommy: No one on the door?
Freddie: It was supposed to be Joe. He didn't turn up. Don't know where he is.
Tommy: Everyone get out all right?
Freddie: Yeah, I think so.

Freddie: All right. It was an oversight. She's obviously paid for it. All right, angel. Try and describe 'em.

At Freddie's house

Freddie: Pea-brained little f**k. What did I say? What did I f**king say? Right out in the open. What did I tell you? But what do you do? What do you go and do?
Billy: It was him. He was one of 'em.
Freddie: You shut your f**king mouth!

Billy: He'll be alright.
Freddie: All Right? The c***s in traction for the next nine months, mindin' a fucing wheelchair- plastic surgeon. All right? It is not f**kin' all right. It is all f**kin' wrong, you morons.

Freddie: Remember what I said. This is a delicate matter. What do you do? You go and give the c*** a handicap.
Freddie: f**king grief you've caused me. f**k what Freddie says, is it, eh? Is it? Well, there's the chair. Who wants it? There it is. Come on, who wants it? COME ON, WHO WANTS IT?

Freddie: You aint got the bollocks. None of you. And you, you c***.. Stridin' down the road like John Wayne..lookin' for a f**king bullet in your brain. Arsehole. Right. Well, now I gotta go and speak to that piece of sh*t Lennie Taylor. No, no, sit down. You. (to Gangster). You're coming with me.
Gangster: What, now?
Freddie: Yes, now.

At Lennie Taylor's club

Freddie: What you having?
Gangster: Whiskey.
Freddie (to waitress): That's it.

Waitress: No, it's on the house.
Freddie: No, that's for you.
Waitress: f**king hell. Thanks.

Lennie: Hello, Freddie.
Freddie: All right, Lennie.
Lennie: Long time no see.

Freddie (to gangster): Take a walk.

Lennie: I went to see him today. Hospital. (pours Freddie a drink)
Freddie: No. No, thanks.
Lennie: Yeah, I too him over some flowers, some grapes.
Freddie: Nice.
Lennie: I should have took him over some f**kin' nesquik. The c***s got no teeth. I thought me and you sorted out our problems long ago, Freddie.
Freddie: Oh, did you?
Lennie: Yes, I f**king did. What's this about, then, eh? Why are you here?
Freddie: Why do you think I'm here?
Lennie: You don't want to go to war with me, Freddie. Now, what is this about?

Lennie: What-what-what? You scared? You scared?
Freddie: Lennie, why don't you just sit down?

Lennie: f**king piss!
Freddie: Lennie, don't f**k around. My place was petrol bombed.
Lennie: Oh, it's about that, this, is it?
Freddie: Four thousand it cost me- four-f**king-thousand.

Freddie (imitating Lennie): Yeah, Sounds about right, doesn't it?

Inside the car with Gangster:

Freddie: f**king warm champagne. What a f**king prick. Listen, do you want to go and get a proper drink?
Gangster: Yeah, good one.
Freddie: Right.

Freddie: You like this tiepin, don't you? Here. Have it.

Inside the club

Gangster: We're drinking wine?
Freddie: Yeah, Why?
Gangster: It's a bit suspect, isn't it?
Freddie: Good for the blood.

Freddie: Right, let's see.. chateaubriand, rare. Asparagus, potatoes gratin -
Gangster: Bollocks.
Freddie: No dessert. Black coffee - espressa.
Gangster: It's called espresso.
Freddie: I might order a cigar after. Cuban.
Gangster: See what you make of that.
Freddie: Blow your f**king mind.
Gangster: You reckon?
Freddie: Yeah. I have organized some company.
Gangster: What do you mean?
Freddie: Well, a couple of blokes on our own drinking wine. a bit suspect, isn't it?

Meeting Karen

Freddie: Well, why don't you treat my friend to a dance?
Gangster: Oh, f**k off. You're having a laugh, ain't you?
Freddie: Sorry about the table manners. Come on. Come on, he don't bite. (to Karen) Please sit down.
Karen: Sorry about that.
Karen: Who is he?
Freddie: Just a .. Business associate. (lighting the cigar)
Karen: Here, let me do that.
Freddie: Thank you. Sorry, do you want one?
Karen: No, thank you. I have to look after my voice.
Freddie: What's that, are you an actress?
Karen: No.
Freddie: You could be an actress, face like that.
Karen: Thank you. Appreciate it.
Freddie: Don't mention it.
Karen: No, I sing.
Freddie: You sing? What, here?
Karen: No, I dance here.

Freddie: Sing something now. (Karen laughs) Go on, get up and sing something.
Karen: Get up and sing something? You mean here at the table?
Freddie: No, no.
Karen: For you?
Freddie: I mean get up - up on the stage.
Karen: Oh yeah. right. Any requests, Mr Mays?
Freddie: Freddie, Freddie. Go on, I'm serious.
Karen: Well, I don't think the management would approve.
Freddie: Well, don't worry about the management.
Karen: I was talking to the girls backstage.
Freddie: Yeah?
Karen: They told me you was a bit of an animal.
Freddie: Oh, really? Oh, did they? Did they say which bit? Did they specify? Huh?
Karen: No.
Freddie: Don't change the subject. Hang on.
Karen: What?
Freddie: Hang on.

Freddie (to Gangster): Shut up.
Gangster: You like her, then?
Freddie: I said, shut it

Tommy's house:

Freddie: What? Maybe you should go down and wait in the car, eh? Take the shortcut through the f**king window. You ought to watch your mouth.

Freddie: Right. What were we saying?
John: It's got to be him
Freddie: Well, let's take a look it. All we know is a body's been found.a black body's been found and one of ours is missing.
John: It's Roland. He's been missing for five days, Freddie.
Freddie: That don't mean it's him, does it?
Goon2: Look, what we're getting to is this - if it is him, it's them.
Goon3: It's two and two now, isn't it? It all adds up.
John: f**king right it does. What the f**k are we waiting for, eh? Let's go now! Hit 'em now! We got to get uglier, Freddie, take the initiative.

Freddie: Hold on. Hold on, John.. Think about it. Why Roland? Huh? I mean, why not you? Or Tommy? Me? All of us in one go. Bang! Beautiful. Perfect. f**king epic. Now, that would be a takeover. That would be nice. That I can see, but this. it don't make sense. Something does not make sense.
Gangster: Maybe it was meant for me.
John: Maybe it was meant for you.
Freddie: Shut it! And another thing - what if it ain't him? What if it's someone else?
John: Who the f**k else - -
Freddie: Someone else!
John: Look, I just think we should -
Freddie: Sit down!
John: All right.
Freddie: Right. This is what we do. We wait. All right? You all got that? We wait. We give it a couple of days. And if he don't turn up, all right. so be it. All hell breaks loose.

The ambush on Freddie & Karen

Freddie: Run! Run! Go on, run. For God's sake!
Maxie: This is for you, you f**king c***!
Karen: You bastards, get off him! Get off him!
Lennie: This gun doesn't f**king work!
Karen: No! Get off him!
Maxie: f**king c***!
Karen: You bastards!

Freddie: Maxie, please! Let her go!
Karen: Get off me!

Old Freddie

Freddie: Love what you've done with the place.
Gangster: Sit down, Freddie. (pause) Been a long time.
Freddie: Yeah.
Gangster: Like a cup of tea?
Freddie: Yeah, that would be nice.

Gangster: So, Freddie, how you doing?
Freddie: All right.
Gangster: Yeah?
Freddie: Yeah. (pause) Look, what do you want?
Gangster: I hear you're getting' married.
Freddie: At some point, yeah.
Gangster (hands a bundle of cash): A little something. Go on, take it.

Freddie: You're mad.
Gangster: No. It's you. You drive me f**king nuts, you do.
Freddie: I don't want your flat, I don't want your shoes, and I don't want your f**kin' tie pin. That's Freddie's dead.

Freddie: I know. Karen's spent the past thirty years telling me the whole thing stank of you.
Gangster: That pregnant dog.

Freddie: Oh yeah. I was. I was vain. I was a prat. Handsome Freddie Mays, butcher of Mayfair. Well, now they're old cobbles. Who'd want to be Freddie Mays?

Freddie: I'm just an old man in a crap suit. I like it that way.