:06:12
This is 1968.
:06:17
I'm playing Jack-the-lad at snooker
when all of a sudden Fat Charlie's come in.
:06:23
Not that he was fat, 'cause he wasn't.
He was skinny.
:06:26
But he was called fat
'cause his mum was fat.
:06:28
And it's how he was distinguished
from the other Charlie, Skinny Charlie.
:06:32
Now he was fat, but it was too late
by then to swap it around.
:06:35
Anyway, he says to me:
:06:39
Go and see Freddie Mays.
:06:44
Fucking hell! My heart was going mad.
:06:47
Freddie Mays.
:06:49
Freddie Mays, "The Butcher of Mayfair. "
:06:54
The man was a legend.
:06:57
He'd only done a copper in Bethnal Green
and got away with it for fuck's sake!
:07:03
That's how you get to the top:
Kill a bent cop. Make a splash.
:07:07
After that Freddie was king.
:07:24
What a place!
:07:26
A fucking palace.
:07:48
In he came.
:07:49
There he was in those handmade
Italian leather shoes, silk socks.
:07:54
The suit? Do me a favor.
The man was class. A class act.