Brotherhood Page #4

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Do you know what? I know,

he wants to f*** with the young'uns

like he's some f***ing

Rolf Harris or something.

F*** you.

Hey!

What, you'll get your chin lifted

around here bruv.

You can't do f*** all to me.

It was me who shot your brother,

what the f*** are you going to do about that?

Hugs! Hugs!

Leave him.

Going to bang my mouth are you's?

Leave him. Get off.

He's just banged me in my face,

he's not going to hold a shot no?

He's got to hold a couple shots at least.

Oi, move, move. Oi, back up! Back up!

Get back. Or I'll heat up in here, yeah?

Mine's a shotter. A shotter.

Come on, come on, come on.

Is that a sonic hat?

Go, go, go.

That's a shotter you know.

F***ing hell.

That was a mad thing, we f***ed him up.

Why did you let him up?

Bruv he had a strap bruv,

I was about to get bursted.

What, the guy in the suede shoes

and the f***ing lumberjack shirt?

- I don't know, you never know these days cuz.

- You prick. Come here.

What the f*** are you doing cuz?

- What are you doing?

- F***ing little Muppet.

Nah. Nah, nah.

What the f*** bruv?

Come here, come here. Come here.

Hey.

Did you give them the finger?

What about you?

Back up before I heat it up,

what are you f***ing cooking?

I don't know what kids say these days.

- I just wanted to get you out.

- What kind of getaway car is this?

This is not a getaway car,

this is a family car.

I've got the child seat in the back,

a ninja turtle I pretended was a gun,

and this is my son's hat.

So how about "Thank you

for coming to get me," huh?

How about that?

Thank you.

By the way if your son's hat fits you

it's definitely your kid.

Are you trying to say I've got a big head?

Or you trying to say my son's got a big head?

Now my cousin Jerry, now he's got a big head.

- I'm sorry. Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- F*** you man.

- Come here.

- No bruv you took it too far.

My bad, look I'm sorry,

come here give me a hug.

You're one of my boys, please,

give me a cuddle.

Bruv I know you've got

a f***ing shank in your...

Am I a d*ckhead cuz?

I ain't got nothing in my hands,

I ain't got nothing.

Nothing in my hands. Give me a hug.

- All right man, all right.

- Just come here.

- Come on, come on.

- F*** off man.

Come on, that's it, yeah.

Oi, keep your head.

Get in the Jeep.

Get in the f***ing Jeep and remember

why you're not on the pavement with him.

Get in the Jeep.

FYI, I don't like you either.

- Then I came straight here.

- OK.

They're the ones that shot my brother,

they told me.

Tell me something that gives me

a reason to visit Daley

and we'll look at Curtis as well.

OK, look, they had weapons there and drugs

and girls, like sex slaves

and a lot of other sh*t.

I mean, look I just need to know

that Kayla and the kids are going to be safe.

Can you do that?

You saw all of this?

Its run by some guy called Daley,

there's some guy called Hugs, there's Curtis,

and a guy called Mooks but I never met him.

We've been after that Daley for years,

just no one wants to talk.

You just can't tie it to me, Des.

I won't.

I promise.

So Marshall won't be joining us any more.

As long as he remembers the rules.

What's this called again, Curtis?

He said Guinness Pineapple Punch, babe.

Guinness Pineapple Punch.

Don't have make some concoctions you lot.

What about Sam?

He's not gonna bite.

Maybe it's time to give him

a little more incentive.

That's why you made me do it, right?

Poppy, come here.

I want you to do something for me.

I am not sucking your cock.

- Hey, babe.

- Hey.

What's up?

Did you get the club card?

Oh, uh, no, babe, it was crazy, yeah,

I couldn't even get to them.

Kids were crying,

women were climbing over stuff.

There were these two women fighting,

I swear, I see titties fall out and everything.

They just popped out.

- Sounds awful.

- It was.

What are you doing here?

I live here.

Where are the kids?

Want to tell me about this?

Girl just left it, said I should watch it.

Just turn it off.

Why would you do this to us?

- Please just turn it off.

- I want to finish watching it.

- Turn it off!

- No!

Get off! Get off me!

Get off me!

Get off me.

I'm sorry.

Were you sorry when your cock was inside her?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What are you doing?

- No, it's all right...

- No, you can't come in here.

Listen, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, listen.

The neighbours just complained

about too much noise.

Oh, what a coincidence

seeing all you lot here.

Well, since we're here we're wondering

if we could step inside

and have a little chat about a few things.

Like what?

A young man named Marshall Brevitt,

who we know you're associated with,

well, he ended up in A&E today.

You know anything about that?

Has he said anyone does?

No, the poor kid's having trouble speaking,

but he will though.

Don't you have anything better

to do, little girl?

Don't you, piggy?

Like shooting unarmed black men

so posh kids can loot shops

and let poor kids take the blame?

Well, maybe we think there's something

going on in here that we should know about.

What's made you think that then?

Now as far as I can see

you ain't got a warrant

and you definitely ain't got

any evidence of anything untoward,

cos well there ain't nothing happening.

So... Evanesco.

- What?

- Never mind.

Just something they used to say.

Point is, you're trespassing

on private property,

little suggestion, I'd do one

cos Mooks won't like it.

Is that a threat?

Why doesn't Mooks tell us himself?

Oh, that's not a threat.

Get out of my house before I have you gutted

and spread on my sesame seed bagel.

That's a threat.

I'm going to get you, Daley.

Mooks, Hugs, Curtis.

I'm coming for you.

I look forward to it, son.

You know the saddest thing?

I put so much into us.

All the people that said

not to give you a chance.

Am I just not good enough?

What's she got that's any better than me?

I f***ing...

Oh!

They set me up.

I don't care if she fell off a rainbow

with a pot of gold,

pizza in each hand, legs spread,

beer coming out her arse.

Have some f***ing respect

for yourself, for me,

the woman that's had your child

and does everything for this family.

For our little girl.

For your little boy that I raised as my own,

who had nightmares for six months

after playing in a room for hours

while his mum lay dead

with a needle in her arm.

Stop blaming other people for your f***-ups.

You know it's funny you say

you want to protect this family,

who's gonna protect us from you?

Hugs.

Let's talk about the police

you brought to my house.

I didn't bring the police

to your house, Daley.

Uh, well, that Sam brought the police

to my house,

we know he did because

nobody we know would dare to.

Sam was here because of Curtis.

Curtis is here because of you,

so by default you brought the police

to my house.

Mooks ain't gonna be happy.

Well, tell me what you want done

to Sam and I'll do it.

If you want to draw this Sam out,

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