Pusher II AKA With Blood on My Hands

Let me tell you a story so you'll understand.

The reason I'm here is because I had a garage some years back.

Just like your old man.

Except the cars didn't bring in the money.

We dealt dope out of there in large quantities.

There was so much traffic word got around.

Whenever you make a little cash someone else always turns up

and wants a cut of the business.

One day, three guys turned up, out of nowhere...

...and made it pretty clear, they wanted a cut of my business.

I knew it would bleed me dry, but didn't know what to do

so we set up a meeting the next day.

My excuse was I had to talk to my partner. That bought me a little time.

I still didn't know what to do the next day.

When they rolled into the courtyard in their car

all the plans in my head... came crashing down.

I was overcome with fear. It took total control.

So I emptied my clip towards the car.

Something had to be done. I felt powerless, I guess.

And I'm not the greatest shot in the world, that's for sure.

But one of the bullets hit the gas tank.

At least that's what Forensics said.

As a result the car exploded with the four people still inside.

The two in the back seat died right away.

The two others... I'll never forget.

The way they screamed... Like pigs being tortured.

And then they died.

And they were the tough guys I was so afraid of.

But in that instant, I realized they were no different from me.

Not at all. They had just conquered their fear,

like I learned to conquer my fear right there.

And because I did that, a message went out

saying: "If you fuck with me, I'll fuck you right back."

The way I see it...

that's a message you haven't sent out yet.

Because you don't know how to conquer your fear.

That's the only difference between you and me.

Whether you like it or not.

I'll be out soon and I'll get a job. Then we'll work it out.

You don't get it, do you?

The fact is you owe me €400, and that's including all your favors.

But since your old man is the Duke we'll work something out.

Because if that wasn't the case, one thing's for sure...

A guy like you would have to cough up right away.

What do you want me to say?

Stop moving around. Tell me what you have in mind.

I forgot my plan. Help me out.

If you can't come up with a plan, I'll give you one.

- Here comes Mr. T. - Fuck, yes.

- No more peace and quiet. - Yup. What's up?

Hey, there, you big...

- When are you off? - At four.

- What's up, uncle? - I'll be damned.

- Is it the Queen's birthday? - You bet.

- How was it on the inside? - All right.

Saw a lot of German porn with anal sucking.

- That's it for now? - I think so.

- Is the Duke in? - Out back.

- I see you didn't work out much. - Shut the fuck up.

- Nice bag. - Go blow yourself.

- How are you doing, Dad? - Did you break out?

No, no... everything's cool.

I bet.

- Did you make new friends this time? - I got this.

- New friends? - Nope.

What are you doing here?

Just wanted to see how things were going.

Good. And what else?

And I'm looking for work. I wanted to give you the first crack at me.

At what?

- How much do you owe? - Nothing.

Remember to lock up.

The last time you said that it cost me €1350.

I'll ask you again. Are you in debt?

I always owe a little.

Then you're not welcome.

Here, that's all you get.

Relax! I'm on top of this.

Dad! I'm fully re- established and everything.

You mean "rehabilitated".

Sure, if you say so.

- Let me see your arms. - What?

- I said, let me see your arms. - Why?

Just to see if you have...

...chickenpox.

- Who the fuck locked my car? - No idea.

- Where are the keys? - Over there.

- Are these them? - No.

Tonny wants in. We have to deliver some cars soon.

- I'm definitely in. - Settle down, Pinocchio.

- If it works out, we'll talk about it. - Perfect. I'm on it.

Yeah. And what else?

Don't you want a piece of that? You must be hungry for it.

I need a serious blowjob. See ya.

- You all right? - Relax, everything's fine.

What's with the Hobbit dick?

What's going on? You ready?

- Are you all right? - Yes! Come on, he's ready for you.

- Help me out, girls. Do something. - What?

Play with each other or something.

Like lesbians.

Suck on this.

- Forget it. - What?

Use your head. Go fuck a horse instead.

- Say something to each other. - What?

Play with each other or say you want to eat her pussy.

- I want to eat your pussy. - Yes, Mummy.

His cock is really hard... and my pussy is so wet.

- I love it when he fucks me. - What do you like best?

- What do you mean? - Front or behind?

I don't know. Riding, just ride.

And stop the "Mummy" shit.

Mummy, your tits are so great.

Oh, Mummy.

Feel my tits and lick my hole. It feels great.

- Shut up, you're interrupting! - I'm fucking paying for this.

Keep on going.

Shut up with the fucking "Mummy" shit!

I mean it. Stop being a smart- arse.

Wake up!

Get up, super cock. Those lily- white pussies are waiting for you.

What's wrong with you?!

Come on, give me a quickie.

- What? - Get over here.

- Not without a rubber. - A quickie.

- No! - Come on. What's wrong?

Fuck it.

That's more like it. Are you ready for it?

- I can't do it. It's too limp. - Is it?

You can't put it on like that.

Come here.

- Suck a little... Just five seconds. - No.

- Help me out. Just five seconds. - Not without a rubber.

All right, I'm outta here.

You missed out on the King of Cocks.

See ya.

- Hey! Is the Duke in? - The crew is at the whore- house.

I waited for you at the whore- house. At Kurt's.

- I split. - I talked to the girls. What's up?

- They said you couldn't get it up. - Fuck you. I got a car for the Duke.

- Try getting this up. - Hope it's bigger than your cock.

What do you know, a Ferrari.

What do you expect us to do with that?

We'll paint it blue and make bicycles out of it.

- It's probably reported missing. - No shit. Any ideas?

There's a chip in cars like these.

Don't you wanna make some money? You should be glad I came.

- You're so fuckin' dumb. - Get the Duke.

Get that car outta here before he gets back.

What?!

- Relax, give him a call. - You think so?

Are you collecting scars or what? Shut the gate.

- It's your ass, man. - Yeah, right.

- What the hell are you doing? - What do you mean?

This car's useless to us.

What are we supposed to do with it?

Who wants a car like this, right? Don't hog it. You got more?

That's not what I mean.

- You got more? - No.

Man, you've lost it.

You know how difficult it was?

- Did you call him? - He's on his way.

I hope you know what you're doing.

I totally rule!

Hey, Valdemar.

Remember me? Tonny?

We've got the same dad.

Go upstairs with Red.

Daddy will be there soon. Take him upstairs.

Come on, buddy. Don't trip on the stairs.

I got something for you.

Take it easy.

What?

What?

You fucking imbecile!

What the hell were you thinking?

Huh? Get the car outta here!

And you better hurry.

- Relax, would you? - You want the cops to find it here?

- I just wanted to... - What?

You're such a fuck- up.

You don't steal a Ferrari unless an order has come in.

It's just a gift.

I'm not involved in this.

- You sure? - Yes, I just got here.

Get that car outta here.

Right now.

It's just a gift.

Stop that shit.

What's up?

What's up?

- When is he coming? - He's tanning. He'll be right down.

Did you speak to Charlotte?

No... Charlotte who?

- I think you know. - Nope.

Can you lend me some money? You sure?

Yes! Don't smoke in here.

Relax. You're in a good mood.

- My friend, Charlotte. - Oh, OK.

What about her?