Life is so much easier to deal with when you are dead!
Hello, Alfie.
Yeah. Did you...did you look through the binoculars? Yeah. I watch ships. No two are the same. Yeah.
That is how God sees us both, in his eyes. God, eh? Yeah, sort of. I mean, you know. Someone who's
responsible for all this fucking mess. Now, how soon did you know that I was not dead?
You wrote me a letter, Alfie. Did I? Yeah, you asked about your dog. They gave me a lot
of drugs at first. Hmm. Yeah, all right. I was lying out there, and the tide had come
in, and it woke me up. I remember looking around and thinking, you know... "Fuck. If
this is hell... "..it looks a lot like Margate."
Maybe that's just what hell looks like, eh?
No, no. Not according to this holy book right here, yeah? It gives a very, very vivid description.
You and I are both fucked, mate.
Do you read the papers, Alfie? No, don't be silly. [GUN COCKS] But you've heard.
What, fascism, yeah? Three, two, one, bang. No? Fine.
Good Lord, your fucking condition has got worse, mate. [THOMAS COUGHS] Mine, on the other hand, I've
been living the dream. Sometimes, I will shoot at the side of a ship. And sometimes I'll
sit here, I may shoot at the old seagull. Alfie... ..I'm going to shoot Oswald Mosley.
Right, well... ..I hope you do a better job on him than the one you done on me, yeah?
I mean, what... ..what were you thinking? Was your mind somewhere else, Tommy?
Yes, it was actually. Yeah, all right. [SHIP HORN BELLOWS] Oh, look. A ship.
Why do you want to shoot him? I need to organise a riot, Alfie. Right. And I hear you still have some...standing
in the Jewish community. Let me be clear, right? Since my resurrection, I am considered
to be a God, all right? In the Holy Land, someone has made an image of me out of rock
embedded in the sand, so I'm told, and I am planning to make a pilgrimage to stand in
my own shadow. Are you going to shoot him because this man is evil?
I need men who can fight. Mosley uses men from Glasgow. So if the men causing the trouble are Jewish it
will be...explicable. Since when did you need explanations, Tommy? Since I entered politics.
Oh, that's right, yeah. Oh, yeah. And how has that been for you, Tom? Gangs, wars, truces...
Nothing I didn't already know. [ALFIE SNORES] So you think if you kill him, you...you will
kill the message, yeah? I will kill the man, then I will kill the message.
How much you paying? I thought you might do it for the cause, Alfie. Fuck off. Each man will get
£20. You'll get £5,000. You know, as a god, Tommy, right, I am now able to just rise above
those kinds of insults, mate. Ten? How is my dog? Your dog is fine. In that case, ten
should be enough. Where do you want the men? Birmingham. No. No. 20 will not be enough
for my lads to step inside that fucking shit hole. It will have to be 25 at least.
25 it is. You can take your dog back, then, eh? No, it's better for him to think that I am
still dead. As it is also with the police. Right. So you're still at it, eh, Tommy? Hmm.
You ain't got no Margate to go to. [HE CLICKS TONGUE] No. And I have no interest in shooting seagulls.
Oh, but you do shooting cabinet ministers? Yeah. And their paid informants. Mm.
I was on a lot of drugs at first, right, due to the pain, you know, on account of it...
Well, you know, being shot in the face by...some cunt. I won't bore you with the details,
Nonetheless, I had a recurring dream. I saw you in a field, right? With a big black
horse. And you said goodbye, and then...bang.
All right, then. Well, what now?
[HE SIGHS] I will continue... ..till I find a man that I can't defeat. Hmm.