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.