Gangster No. 1 “Lenny Taylor Dies” Scene

I've got a machete on the back seat...

...a chopper on the passenger seat and

an old Beretta tucked in me trousers.

And I'm fucking 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-fucking-Kong.

I'm filling up.

I'm filling up.

Fifth floor.

Stop.

Open.

Out.

Corridor.

Walking.

Machete.

Ax.

Gun.

Chisel.

Tools.

Fucking leather settee.

Fucking 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 bastard! You...
God, you cunt! You fucking cunt!
You better make a fucking good job of this!
You better make a fucking good job of me!

Young Gangster: Here, have a clock.

Lennie: You bastard! Come on, then. Come on, then.
Yes! Come on. Could you fucking finish me off?!
Fucking come and finish me off! Lost your fucking bottle, have you?
Lost the taste for it, have you?
Come on, fucking get on with it!
Come on. Come on.
Let's see what you've fucking got!
Get all your fucking 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.