29. THE SAVAGE TWILIGHT
Las Vegas: Wednesday 30th May 1990.
My mind is in freefall; I'm thinking a million miles a minute. Police cars whizz by as the taxi cab drives back to the hotel; the cab driver has barely acknowledged my presence in the vehicle- Fine with me. I've had enough of these American cunts...... My body is numb as I exit the enter the hotel lobby.......
I see nothing......
Nothing.
The bell in the lift dings as it passes each floor; I stare upwards to watch the numbers above the doors light up in sequence.
I'm engulfed by a white light and I feel nothing.......
Nothing.
My mind is blank tape. Nobody is home....... Nothing.
As I get to the door, I stop......
I can hear voices in the other side of the door..... The voices of Hymie and Talia.
I have two guns in my possession.... This can all end now......
But what fun would that be?
I could shoot the Jew cunt..... Shoot the fat cunt and end all of this...... But that would be too easy..... Way to easy.......
It would only cause another nasty mess for the hotel manager to clean up.... More cops would have to be bribed to stay schtum.
No lessons would be taught.... It would just be another sordid tale swept under the giant Las Vegas rug.......
Nothing.
I'm just taking in the voices....
The corridor is empty..... You could hear a pin drop right about now..........
The voices are trying to sound confident and happy- Trying not to sound nervous, but sounding even more nervous.
I slide the key slowly into the lock without making a sound..... Push the door open......
"SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK!" Yells Hymie, dropping his drink on the carpet- Clumsy cunt! No respect for other peoples property!
Talia stares at me with disbelief:
"Tony? Hey Tone......... Where's the others?"
I slam the door shut!
BANG!!
The sound jolts both of them.....
The Jewish cunt looks me up and down:
"You been shopping Tone?! I mean you look good n shit! But-"
"SHUT IT! YOU HORRIBLE FUCKING CUNT!" I bark at Hymie. "NO DRUG'S YOU SAID! REMEMBER?!"
"Tone! Easy man....." Whimpers Hymie, looking away from me. The bastard stares out of the window.
I turn my stare to Talia.
She just stares back at me, blank expression:
"Where's the others?"
I say nothing, but keep my stare firmly on the fat cunt....
She lights a cigarette and continues:
"So you guy's did the deal? Right?"
"You bet on the wrong horse luv!" I laugh, my West Country twang emerging after years of suppression.
"What?"
"YOU-BET-ON-THE-WRONG-HORSE-LUV!"
Before we left to do the deal, Lorenzo handcuffed Hymie to the desk and gave Talia a meat cleaver as protection- He didn't trust her with a gun. "Uncuff him," I instruct.
"What?" The bitch responds again.... Like she doesn't understand. I pull one of the guns from my new 'Carhartt' jacket.
Talia's eyes grow large as she see's the weapon:
"Where's the others?"
"UNCUFF HIM!" I scream at the cunt. "NOW!"
She fumbles nervously with the keys and releases Hymie, who rubs his wrists and looks confused.....
He won't be in a moment.....
"Yo..... Tone-"
"SHUT IT YOU JEWISH CUNT!" I scream at Hymie, cutting the fucking cunt off before he can finish whatever is about to leave his fucking gob!
Talia flings the cuffs and keys onto the bed:
"Super Mario is gonna fuck you up! You know that right?!"
"Sure.... 'Course he is," I laugh. "He's gonna have one hell of headache! He'll smell quite bad too in few hours..... I doubt Houdini could even get out of that car boot!"
"What?" She responds, trying to put it all together in her thick fucking skull. I slap her around the face- Hard.....
I state my position again:
"YOU BET ON THE WRONG HORSE LUV!"
She's sat there stunned........
The Jewish cunt pipes up:
"Yo! Tone! Let's get the-" I point the gun at Hymie:
"SHUT IT!! YOU FUCKING BASTARD! SIT DOWN! NOW!!"
He does as he's told and stares down at the carpet.
I point the gun back at Talia:
"Walk to the bathroom and strip."
"What Tone? You gonna fuck me?!" She laughs, dragging her dirty feet as she walks.
I shove the cunt in the back towards the toilet.
"WHOOOAA! EASY TONE! WE GOT ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD! REMEMBER?!" She laughs, pushing her arms above her head.
She thinks I'm impotent........ Unable to offer any threat- Okay........
Now my blood is boiling, but my mind remains calm...... This is where it begins...... "Strip." I tell the bitch.
She laughs as she removes her clothes, throwing them into the bath tub theatrically:
"DAA DA DAA DAAAAH! DEDEDAAH DAAAAAAHH......."
She's winding the spring tighter and tighter- She'll be the one to feel the force when it uncoils. "Bend over the tub," I instruct her.
I call through the doorway:
"Hymie, grab the cuffs and the book from my briefcase."
The Jewish cunt gives me jib:
"Yo! Tone! Can we just-"
"DO AS YER FUCKING TOLD! CUNT!! I tell the bastard- Cunt caused all of this!
Talia starts to laugh again:
"OH TONE BABEY! YEEAAH!'"
She pulls the pin out of the grenade.....
I drop my cane and slowly pull the belt from my jeans. I double the belt and pull it tightly in my hands....
She looks back at me, still laughing..... She says something.......
Now I hear nothing as I unleash the leather belt; I see her scream but I can't hear a thing...... I can see her back and arse cheeks turn from white to pink to red....... I couldn't stop even if I wanted to.........
I can't stop until the spring has uncoiled.........
I drop the belt and my hearing comes back; I can hear Talia as she cries out...... She sounds like an animal caught in a bear trap..... Her wailing is primative.......
If it was any other human being making those sounds, I would rush to their aid; it's Talia and it's stoking my rage further, causing me to punish the cunt harder......
I feel like an attack dog savaging a target; it all happens in seconds and feel's like a lucid dream– Except it's not!
I jump on top of her, grabbing her hair with my left hand, smashing the butt of the Luger into her skull......
I can hear her scream this time........ It's beautiful......
Hymie runs into the bathroom and pulls me off:
"JESUS TONE!! WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING HOMMIE??!!!"
I fall on top of the Jewish cunt and point the gun at him:
"WERE YOU IN ON THIS?! WERE YOU IN ON THIS?!"
"NO! JESUS! NO!" He squeals, wriggling free from under me.
He sits on the toilet and places his head in his hands:
"I SWEAR TO GOD TONE! I HAD NO FUCKIN' IDEA!! NO FUCKIN' IDEA!!"
I know he didn't.... I just wanted to teach the cunt not to interfere with my business...... Talia is still bent over the bathtub.... Crying.....
I pull her up and drop her to the floor. The back of her head is soaked in blood.
"Oh god!" She sobs. "Ohhhh god!"
I grab her hands and push them behind the stalk of the sink, securing them with the cuffs.
The gravity of the situation has hit the bitch:
"Please........ Please........ Please....."
I fumble in the tub amongst her clothes and grab her knickers; the faint aroma of urine from them hits my nostrils- Dirty bitch!
I push the knickers into her mouth, forcing them deep inside with my fingers. She gags and chokes.......
I grab the copy of 'The Savage Twilight' that Hymie kindly brought in with the cuffs:
"How could somebody write something like this?"
She stares up at the ceiling, her eyes welling up with tears.
I bend the cover back and expose my authors photo inside the jacket cover:
"Who indeed luv..... LOOK!"
She blinks away the tears, staring at the picture.
"How could I write something like this?" I ask her. "You want to know luv?" She nods, her head banging against the floor..... She groans in pain.
"Fantasy luv," I say, "I've always been turned on by violence..... Womens pain an' that. YOUR pain...."
Talia stares up at the ceiling like it has the answer..... The answer she needs at this very moment.
I continue:
"Just think of all that happened under this ceiling here... All manner of cunts pissing an' shiting... Old fuckers 'aving a wank an' that! Nasty bitches washing their dirty old fannies...... You.... Your last moments.... Staring up at that dirty ol' ceiling..."
I turn to Jewish cunt:
"Grab the meat cleaver."
"Tone-"
I glare at the fucker. He grabs the block buster- Sharpish.
I push cleaver into Talia's throat:
"Used to work for my Uncle Frank in Avon Hill..... He had the best butchers shop in Portishead.....
Y'know people would come from miles and miles around. Y'know why?" She shakes her head. I go on:
"Quality. We weren't Cowboys or nothin'.... We knew how to use our tools an' that.... First, I was on the bacon slicer... Then I was on the block. I mastered this beautiful weapon... On a busy Saturday, I could cut through bone and gristle in seconds. They had a nickname for me in the shop. They called me 'The Block Buster'....... There's this game show back in England now called Blockbusters.... Always reminds me of my days with Uncle Frank...."
Hymie has his head in his hands:
"This is isn't happening man... This isn't happening man....." l look back at Talia..... Her eye's are now vacant......
"Always......" I address Talia, "wanted to use it on a bird....."
She's still staring at the ceiling, praying for an intervention which isn't gonna happen- No fucking way!
I grab her head and turn her face towards me:
"Dunno why?! Maybe I've got a screw loose or I'm just a sick fucker..... But.... I always dreamed...
WAIT! That's the wrong word.... FANTASIZED! About slicing a bird up with a block buster! Dunno why.... I'd go into this daydream when I was on the block. I'd be cutting up lamb, pork and beef...
All I'd do is dream about womans arms, legs... Heads......" The pig has started to piss all over the floor....
I push the block buster back into her throat:
"When's the shit comin'?"
I watch more tears pour from her eyes and roll down her fat, fuckin' face...
I go on:
"Probably can't force a poo..... All that fuckin' coke you shoved up yer snout!" I push the cleaver harder into her throat, breaking the skin and drawing blood.
Hymie has his hands around his head, his arms pushing his skull into his chest:
"This isn't fuckin' happenin' man! This isn't fuckin' happenin'......"
Talia is panicking, pulling violently against the sink:
"STAY STILL YOU FUCKIN' PIG! OR I'LL CUT YER' FUCKIN' HEAD OFF!" She freezes......
I move the block buster from her throat and pull the blade down, along her thigh.... From her arse to her ankle.....
The skin yeilds easily as the blade glides along nicely.........
Hymie says nothing, he still has his head in his chest.
MMMURRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Talia's muffled screams......
The blade has opened up her leg perfectly- The blades been sharpened recently.....
Back at Uncle Franks butchers, I'd have to sharpen the block buster every couple of hours......
My jeans soak up the blood and piss like a sponge; I'm stuck staring at her wriggling away on the floor........
I turn to watch Hymie.... He's frozen in the same position: His head buried in deep into his chest; his fingers exposing the deep black roots in his peroxide hair; his eyes closed tighter then a virgins fanny......
This is almost comical.....
.... But it's time to end this. Now.
"Time to end this shit!" I say, lifting the block buster up in the air over Talia.
Hymie loses control of himself, his head still in his chest:
"JESUS CHRIST NOOOOOOOO!!!!"
The block buster flies downwards, missing Talia's head and hands; it smashes through the chain between the two cuffs.
Hymie jumps up like a jack in the box:
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
I burst out laughing:
"SHIT YER' PANTS! SUPERMAN'S WORST NIGHTMARE!!" Talia pulls herself along the floor past me- Crying and shaking:
"I wanna go home...... I wanna go home....... Pleeeeease......"
The cunt is bleeding all over the carpet.
I stand over her:
"YOU WANT TO GO HOME?! YOU WANT TO GO HOME?!!! ME TOO LUV!! MEEE TOOO!!!"
"I wanna go home! I wanna home!" She begs, looking up at me like a drowned rat.
Enough is enough- I want rid of this poisonus cunt!
I grab Talia by the hair and we stumble through the doorway, out into the hallway:
"FUCKIN' CUNT.... YOU FUCKIN' CUNT......"
I can see her scream and cry for help, but I don't hear it; I see the bloody handprints on the wall......
I spot the 'EXIT' sign by the fire escape at the end of corridor. I hold onto the wall for balance as I drag the pig along:
"FUCK OFF! YOU CAN FUCK OFF OUT OF 'ERE! FUCKIN' SLUG! FUCKIN' PIG!"
I slam her head violently into the door and push her through it:
"GO ON NOW! FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF OUT OF IT! I'M TONY M RICHARDS!! TELL EVERY PIMP AND DRUG DEALER IN LAS VEGAS!! I'LL CUT YER' FUCKING HEADS OFF!! DON'T FUCK WITH ME!! I'LL CUT YER' FUCKING HEADS OFF!!"
The pig runs down the stairs screaming her ugly head off- Her flabby white tits bouncing up and down, claret spilling all over the white, marble stairs..... ........ Bye.
As I head back to the room, I see the slug has left a red trail.......
I instruct Hymie to gather our things and in the space of minutes.....
....... We're in the lift heading down to the foyer.
Hymie looks a state: Twitching and shaking like a leaf; huge sweat patches under his armpits; his hair is ruffled, exposing his deep black roots; his bloodshot eyes have dark black rings around them, like the rings around Saturn.
Superman's Worst Nightmare?! Fuck off!!
"Fuckin' cunt..... You fuckin' cunt...." I mumble at the bastard, who just stares straight ahead. ........ At the desk, Hymie slams the bell impatiently- His nerves getting the better of him....... I see somebody walking through the entrance. He looks shaken and in shock also......
Wayne!
"EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME!" I shout at the bellboy, "EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME!"
People in the lobby are starting to look around as Wayne tries to scoot past- Not this time!
A receptionist has appeared behind the counter:
"WAYNE! WAYNE! COULD YOU PLEASE HELP THIS GENTLEMAN....."
Wayne skulks over, hands in his pocket:
"How can I help?"
I turn to the receptionist:
"First class service from this one here! First class!" She smiles and nods- Wayne is squirming. I grab a handful of change from my pocket:
"Just wanted to say...... Thanks Wayne."
As he holds his hand out, I scatter the coins violently across the marble floor- He rolls his eyes. "Wayne.... Could you pick those up?" I ask, smirking.....
The ginger cunt bends down to pick up the change.
"Let's go, eh.... Tone?" Mumbles Hymie..... Ignored.....
I'm having too much fun watching the ginger twat scrabble around for loose coins.....
When he's pocketed the change, I grab more from my pocket:
"Oh! This as well!"
As he holds his hand out, I scatter the coins on the marble floor again.....
I stare at Wayne:
"WHOOOOPS!! Silly me....."
"FUCK YOU!" Wayne shouts- He now has the whole lobbies attention.......
He starts to walk off briskly, but I call after him:
WAAAAYNE! WAAAYNEE!"
Wayne is walking down the corridor..... And streight into a suited gentleman- His boss!
Wundabaaaah!
"Wayne could you come back please?" I call after him. Mr Henry gives Wayne a stare and they both walk back briskly.
The ginger cunt has his eye's on the marble beneath us:
"Yes?"
His boss coughs. Wayne continues:
"Sir...."
"Oh come now Wayne! You've just held me hostage in my room to broker a coke deal for a couple of days..... Remember?!"
"That's a fuckin' lie! Mr Henry! I swear!"
I go to grab the gun he has stashed in trousers- Now we both have the gun! We fall into the reception desk together, wrestling for control of the weapon!
People are screaming and Mr Henry isn't happy:
"JESUS CHRIST WAYNE! WHAT IS THIS?!"
Wayne can't handle my weight and size- The black boy wins this time! Yer' ginger cunt......
He finally releases his grip and drops the pistol on the desk; I grab his throat and start choking the bastard- Just like I did to Talia!
"MR HENRY! DO ALL YOUR BELLBOYS CARRY GUNS?" I yell out, as Wayne wheezes and gasps for air.
I watch spit drip from his rot- For a split second I think of Pegasus dying again.
"ERM! NO! NO! Certainly not... No..."
Mr Henry sounds like weasel- The type of cunt that would give the ginger cunt here a job!
Wayne is turning purple and spitting all over the place. I toss the pistol over my shoulder, up into the air behind me.....
SMASH!
A glass lamp or vase breaks violently in in the backround.....
Wayne staggers off, swaying through the entrance of the hotel, gasping for air....
"Fuck!" Hymie moans, "Fuck!"
"GO AND WAIT IN THE CAR YOU FUCKING CUNT!" I scold the mouthy wanker- This is his fucking fault! All of it!
His fucking fault!!
I turn to Mr Henry:
"Call the police.... After the dead porn star, and the mobsters shooting porn... This place needs some discipline....."
"Is there anyway we could resolve all this without-"
"Tear up my bill," I retort. "Tear up my fucking bill....."
"Absolutely, it's done."
As I leave the hotel, I feel a wave of relief wash over me. Hymie just stares ahead with his sunglasses...
He says... Nothing......
...... Perfect.
I crack a bottle of The Port Of Saint Louis and pass it back and forth with the Jewish cunt in silence as we head back to Los Angeles.....
It suddenly occurs to me: Me an' Hymie.... Escaping from one sewedge pipe, to escape to another we had previously fled.....
God bless the West Coast.......
Good ol' fellow Amsricans......
Cheese burger eating, emotional retards....... ..... Scum of the fucking earth.