6/6/2000 10:26
We open on a casually dressed man selling perfume and jewellery on a street corner. A crowd has gathered, attracted by the alarming volume at which he is advertising his wares.
Adam Chantry: See these goods, they never seen daylight, moonlight, Israelite. If you can't see value here today then Fuck ya!. Tell me if I am going too cheap. Not ninety, not eighty, not forty, half that and half that again, that's right, ten pounds. Don't think 'cos it's sealed up it's an empty box. The only man who sells empty boxes is the undertaker.
A well-dressed, zealous character (Sam Foster) appears from behind the crowd waving money. It seems he can't wait to get rid of it.
Sam Foster: Bargain, that's a fucking bargain if I ever heard one. Ten pounds you say? I'll have five.
Adam Chantry: Certainly sir.(Changing his attention)Excuse me misses, sorry sir, ladies first and all that.(A tourist spectator, rather than a buyer, has been. put on the spot. She fumbles through her bag hastily all too aware of the attention of the crowd, of which she is now the focus. She passes her money like it's contaminated. Others follow suit.)
Adam Chantry: Buy 'em, you better buy 'em; they're not stolen, they just never been paid for.
This really stokes the fire. The money can't come fast enough. Just as business reaches its peak there is a call of alarm from the first enthusiastic punter, who seems to be rather more familiar than he first pretended.
Sam Foster: Chantry!
Chantry's expression changes dramatically. a third party has just come round the corner the Police!. They're off! Sam and Adam run like they have done this before. They go down an ally Sam jumps some stairs.
(The Phantom voice-over) "Sam Foster" Is capable of running accelerated, communicating quick, devouring double-time, and play cards snappy, but he's unhurried when it comes to identifying the Police. The other individual is "Adam Chantry" this gentleman is a member of The Dammed biker gang and he was primary introduced to Sam after subsequential they came about being entrusted to supervise a heroin prearrangement for me. nevertheless he is a grown-up presently and it is imminent to progress on and he acknowledges it.
11:57 The Phantom arrives at a small garage. He sees Paul Simmons or "The Doctor". Who is talking to Jim the Jew.
The Doctor: What are you talking about? I am bloody skinny, pal.
Jim: Of course you are. All right,Phant!.
The Phantom: Jim the Jew, its absolutely never a pleasure. Paul, what have you been consuming?(Paul examines his midriff and adopts a confused expression).
The Doctor: Please, both join me in my orifice.(They work their way past a maze of boxes).
Jim:(fingering and admiring one of the boxes)How much did you say it was, Doc-Cock?
The Doctor: You know how much it is, Jew-Boy.
Jim: And that does include the lube?
The Doctor: You know it doesn't include the lube.
Jim: What else does it come with?
The Doctor: It comes with a gold-plated Rolls Royce, as long as you pay for it.
Jim: Dunno. Seems expensive.
The Phantom: obligingly, this "Seems" to be a complete expenditure of time. That is $900.00 in each and every accommodation you are fortunate enough to locate one in. And you are haggling over $200.00? What school of finance did you attend?
Jim: All right all right, keep your Pubes on!(Peels off notes from his wad) Here's a ton.
The Doctor: You could blow-up a dozen Post-offices with that! And you're haggling over one hundred dollars?
The Phantom: Tell me what're you doing when you're not purchasing bombs Jim? Financing revolutions?
Jim: 100 dollars is still 100 dollars.
The Doctor: Not when the price is 200 it ain't! And certainly not when you've got Liberia's deficit in your pocket.
Jim: Fine! (hands over the money)
14:23 The Phantom and The Doctor make their way through a high-class strip club. This is obviously a smart and serious establishment. They stop in front of the man whose very well dressed but is covered in blood he appears to be the owner Meet Ashley Hayden.
The Doctor: What have you come as?
Ashley Hayden: That's the last time I am getting any more Lubricant off you Paul. There was more small hairy things in your lube than there was lube. You should open a butcher's.
The Doctor: Well if you order stuff that comes from Kat-Man-Dildo-Du don't be surprised if it picks up a few tourists on route.
The Phantom: disregard that, what about the currency?
Ashley pulls out a bag from under where he is sitting.
(The Phantom voice-over) Ashley Hayden take satisfaction to maintain his hands immaculate of any unlawful behaviour nevertheless that's merely because he wanted for mass murder and he's also my cousin.
The Phantom: (The Phantom looks in bag) Are you unquestioning that you can afford twenty-five?
Ashley Hayden: Well I can afford it as long as your little plan works and I see it again, if that's what you mean. You got the rest from this fat man and Chantry? The Doctor looks on with suspicion.
The Phantom: Chantry, the fat man and myself,looks like it's time to make a call to Hatchet Hollis.
The Doctor: Who's this fat man, then?
A hard-looking man of about fifty is sat behind a large antique desk. On this desk is a hatchet resting in a block of wood, poised like a judge's hammer. Behind him is a cabinet of fine-looking shotguns and Hatchet with one hand on the phone and the other on a shotgun.
Hatchet: You got it all?
The Phantom: unquestionably,A hundred grand.
(The Phantom voice-over) You must contemplate it's not untroublesome to take a seat at this table the money involved has to be a hundred grand upwards and there is no shortage of punters. The man who decides if you can play is this man Brian Hollis, or Hatchet-Hollis as some including himself like to call him. When the old bastard is not playing cards he's chasing a thousand debts that ill-fated individuals owe for an array of reasons. Money and sleaze and antique shotguns are all deep and dear in Hollis heart.
Hatchet: Well son if you got it, you got it. Now, if you don't mind (The phone is slammed down).
Hatchet: What's his mate Sam Foster like, then?
A massive monster of a man sitting opposite Hatchet. Meet Jack Bryan.
(The Phantom voice-over) Jack Bryan Former Irish boxer he now makes his money by drowning people for Hatchet. He not to smart But he needs him, because he is good at making sure debts get settled and jobs get done.
Jack: Sam's been shaking the knees of a lot of good players. The guys has a rare ability, he seems to make cards transparent, got bluffing dow-
Hatchet: (interrupts) All right, all right, so we can say he is good.
Jack: Better than good, he is a fucking liability.
Hatchet: Where did he get a hundred grand?
Jack:He has got some good mates, they have tossed up between them.
Hatchet: And that strip club. Ashley, and owns the whole property?
Jack: No mortgage, no debts; lock, stock, the sodding lot, don't worry, me and your lad got it under control.
Hatchet: Good, you can get this under control now. A glossy brochure displaying a pair of impressive antique shotguns is shoved in Jack's face.
Hatchet: It seems Steven Greenberg has run out of money, and these little beauties are up for auction, but I am not paying quarter of a million for 'em, if you know what I mean Bryan. One of my associates has given me an address and the location of these lovelies. Make sure we get everything from inside the gun cabinet. I don't want to know who you use, as long as they are not complete muppets...oh and don't tell them what they're worth.