I've got a machete on the back seat...
...a chopper on the pa**enger seat and
an old Beretta tucked in me trousers.
And I'm f**ing happy.
Green light.
Green light.
Green light.
I pull up outside
where Lennie Taylor lives.
Jubilee Mansions.
Here's me, outside
where Lennie Taylor lives.
Ax.
Gun.
I'm out of the car.
Walking.
See a car.
Pick it up.
M.O.T.
Throw it a million miles.
Walking.
Door.
Corridor.
Lift.
I'm Superman.
a
King-f**ing-Kong.
I'm filling up.
I'm filling up.
Fifth floor.
Stop.
Open.
Out.
Corridor.
Walking.
Machete.
Ax.
Gun.
Chisel.
Tools.
f**ing leather settee.
f**ing handmade shoes.
. Draw back the hammer.
. Coming up!
I'm electric! I'm frightening!
I'm terrible!
We're in.
Young Gangster: Don't mind if I do, Lennie.
Lennie: You ba*tard! You...
God, you c*nt! You f**ing c*nt!
You better make a f**ing good job of this!
You better make a f**ing good job of me!
Young Gangster: Here, have a clock.
Lennie: You ba*tard! Come on, then. Come on, then.
Yes! Come on. Could you f**ing finish me off?!
f**ing come and finish me off! Lost your f**ing bottle, have you?
Lost the taste for it, have you?
Come on, f**ing get on with it!
Come on. Come on.
Let's see what you've f**ing got!
Get all your f**ing pretty clothes off.
Yeah, that's it.
Young Gangster: You ready?
Lennie: Yes.
Young Gangster: Who are you?
Who are you? You're nothing.
You're nothing.
Look at you lying there like...
...a piece of meat.
Meat. Meat.
Who is it?
Tommy: Tommy.
Get dressed.
Young Gangster: Why, what's wrong?
Tommy: I'll be in the car.