[repeated line] Young Gangster: Look into my eyes. Look into my fucking eyes. [Young Gangster and Roland are at the door] Eddie Miller: Who is it? Young Gangster: It's the big bad wolf. [Young Gangster kicks the door in] Lennie Taylor: [Sarcastically] Come in. Young Gangster: Don't mind if I do Lennie. [Shoots Lennie in the stomach] [last lines] [voiceover] Gangster 55: One day I'll catch up with you. You want a war? I'll give you a fucking war one arm tied behind me back. I'll shoot you - blow you to kingdom come. They'll need a dustpan and brush to scrape you off the walls. Make mincemeat out of ya. Pie and mash, puddles of blood. I'll leave you lying there. Go rot, the lot of you. Calling me a cunt? Young Gangster: Calling me a cunt? You calling me a cunt? You cunt. I'll fucking kick you. I'll kick fuck out of ya. I'll kick you to- fuck you. F... Fuck you! Gangster 55: Rip your face off. I'll fucking... I'll, I'll fucking... burn ya. [scene shifts from apartment to rooftop - voiceover continues] Gangster 55: Freddie Mays. Freddie Mays! I don't need ya, Freddie. Who am I? Gangster 55: [shouting out loud] I'm Superman! King fucking Kong! I can pick you up and throw you a million miles. I'm number one. Number fucking one. I'm number one. Number fucking one. Number one! Number one! Number one! [scene flashes back and forth between the rooftop and the night of Lennie's murder] Young Gangster: [screaming] Aaaarrrrhhhh! Gangster 55: Number one! Number one! Number one! One One One One! Number fucking one! I'm number one. Young Gangster: Fuck you! Lennie Taylor: [sound of gunshot] Ahhhh! Oh God! Gangster 55: Number one. [song "The Good Life" begins as scene fades out] [first lines] [song "The Good Life" begins as scene opens at boxing match; crowd noises] Gangster 55: [laughing] What? With Scotland Yard breathing down me neck? Fuck off. Do me a favor! [laughter] Karen: You're not a bad looking bloke. Young Gangster: Bad looking bloke? Darlin'... I'm a prince. Gangster 55: And you, Mr. Freddie Mays, you had to go swimming in her eyes. Dancing in her hair. You had to slip into her mouth, slide over her tongue. Fall down her throat, deep down into her belly. Right into her blood. You had to fall asleep wrapped around her beautiful, beating heart. Eddie Miller: [Young Gangster puts an axe on the table] What's that? Young Gangster: That? That's my favourite axe, Eddie. Gangster 55: What do you take me for, a cunt?