A Very British Gangster Page #3

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and the shutters come down.

And I thought, "Oh, f***ing hell!

I'm well stuck here!"

I turned round and looked at the door,

and it was still, like, slightly open,

and I just f***ing ran for the door.

I were, boom, in my car and off.

I were gone.

- Was the alarm ringing?

- F***, yeah.

That's loud, that.

That were loud, that.

I remember that f***ing sound.

I'll remember that sound forever.

It was f***ing horrible.

So how were you caught?

I did it in my own f***ing car.

My own car.

No f***ing false reg plates on it.

I parked the f***ing thing outside.

And you're coming up for trial shortly?

That'll be a plead guilty, I suppose.

I can't f***ing deny it, can I really?

What have they charged you with?

Attempted robbery.

Attempted robbery.

- Without firearms, though.

- Without firearms.

- Did they have you on CCTV?

- No.

They couldn't really prove it was you, then.

I've admitted it, though.

You shouldn't have said anything.

"No comment."

I've admitted it, though.

Naught I can do about it.

The only reason that I went in there

was through fear.

Like, I've got to get this f***ing money.

My time's running out.

It was like I had to do what I had to do.

There's a lot of people with debts

like you who are struggling.

Yeah? How do they get out of it?

How do they get out of it?

That's what I want to know.

How do they get out of it?

It's not nice owing all this money.

But there's got to be a way out.

You wanna buy some carpet?

All the fish have died out of that fish tank.

F*** you!

- Worse than your driving, Andy.

- I know.

Hey, no one beats my driving, c*nt.

Will you f*** off? Come on.

You're pissing me off now.

You're pissing me off.

Move out of the way, will you?

Just keep the f***ing noise down,

or you'll be moving.

Shut up!

Shut up or I'll send someone out

to beat you up in a minute.

- Who will?

- I will.

This is my manor where, in daytime,

I act as a social worker.

Everyone seems to come to me

with their problems around this area.

And other areas outside Manchester, too.

It's one of them deprived areas.

I was born here and bred here,

and this is where I want to stay.

F***ing hell!

It's a f***ing safari!

This is a rough area.

They're knocking them all down.

This is history, this.

And they're just going to gonna take it away.

I'm going to a lady's house

who's just phoned me

to say that her husband has been

attacked with a hammer.

And the guy who's done it

has also threatened

to burn the house down...

with the kids in it.

This one.

What's it called?

Bailiffs! Open up!

- Sure this is her street?

- Yeah.

All right, Dom.

You all right, Steve.

He bit my arm.

And he twisted it

and tried to snap it, all right?

Then she comes screaming like a banshee.

I said, "Whatever."

You know what I mean?

He's come with a hammer

to the front door.

Cracked him with the hammer.

- Where did he hit you?

- There.

Could have f***ing killed you,

that blow to the head.

Then threatened to torch

the house with the kids.

- What do you want me to do?

- Don't know. Have a word?

I'll just basically tell him to stay away.

Please leave a message after the tone.

At the tone...

All right, he's not answering.

I'll have to go round.

Can we get to some agreement

where everyone just keeps

their music down to a level

and people can say

"good morning" and that...

Would you like me to come back

one more time and I'll monitor it for you?

If there's a messing about, they'll move.

But why should I leave my house

when I've been here 10 years?

Can you answer me that?

Can I have a word with you?

You're getting a brick

through the f***ing window.

We're going to Woodford to remove a baby

that was taken away from the mother

by the grandparents.

Get me on it.

Get me on and take it away.

Right, we'll just take that f***ing baby out.

They'll have to arrest us then, won't they?

Because we're not letting Ruby go

until me dad says goodbye to her.

- Mother, where are you going?

- I'm going away.

Keep your eye on her.

Back seat, back seat.

Please.

Get that f***ing cigarette

out of your f***ing mouth!

F***ing prick.

Come on, let's go.

Move out, move out.

You all right, kid?

You've caused some problems

tonight, haven't you?

I think he's got f***ing lost,

if you ask me.

They're looking for Strangeways,

aren't they?

- Is it a prison van?

- Yeah, that's a prison van, that.

Let the prisoners go!

I've always thought...

and I hope you don't mind

me asking you this...

that there's a hint of lavender

about you, Dominic.

Lavender? What makes you think that?

Because I've got a bald head?

Put another way, you know, are you gay?

Yeah, of course I'm gay.

Everyone knows I'm gay.

- Do they?

- Well, everyone around me knows I'm gay.

My family know... brothers and sisters,

best mates.

How did you first become aware

that you were gay?

When I was first aware of it?

I think it was just messing about

in an empty house with some of my mates.

And then I carried it on from there,

'cause I'd already experienced it.

I went into a boarding school

just the day after my birthday.

And I was 13 then, exactly 13,

and I was sat in the bedroom

upstairs in the dorm.

And when the night time come,

I sat on the bed and just got punched

straight in the face.

I saw a white flash and that.

I got told, "You do what we tell you to do,"

got told to take my clothes off,

start playing with them, sucking them off,

and then they raped me, about six of them.

And it went on all night.

It went on for weeks.

Every night, they'd take turns with me,

staying in the bed all night,

two at a time, raped me,

and then they just went the next one,

the next one, the next one.

It just went on and on and on.

Laughing and joking

and making me do dirty things

that I wouldn't want to wish on anyone.

I caught up with every single one of them

and I severely hurt them.

I severely hurt them.

I just f***ing punched them

or kicked them and that.

But the main one I managed to pick up.

He didn't recognize me,

but I remembered him.

He got hurt as well.

I met him one night in the Gay Village

and I dealt with him.

I dealt with him severely;

I really hurt him.

I tortured him proper.

The best quality torture you could do.

Just f***ing knocked f*** out of him.

I did things that he wished

he never did to me.

Dominic, you've done some terrible things.

How do you manage that

with being a Christian or a Catholic?

I get a satisfaction coming to church

and asking for forgiveness,

and I believe I've just been forgiven

for what I've done

and I can just walk out of here.

I'll probably do the same again

and just come back here.

Obviously, you can't do that at court...

say "I'm sorry" and expect to walk away.

Do you have any consideration

for the, kind of, victims?

I do, yeah.

On quite a few.

I look back and think,

should I have done that?

Should I have handled it differently?

Sometimes I think no,

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