Green Street 3: Never Back Down

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(BOXING SOU N DS)

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

Tell your boss, this happens again,

I'll be knocking on his door.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(CHEERING)

(ANNOUNCER CHATTERING ON TV)

(INDISTINCT)

Go on.

Go on, son. Yes!

Yes!

Ready for this, son?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Right, you want this?

Green Street Elite, that's who we are, mate.

(ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(YELLS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Get up!

(ALL GRUNTING)

MAN; Finish him Off!

(MOBILE RINGING)

Hello.

Why, what's happened?

I'm on my way.

(BEEPS)

DANNY:
Come on, Joey,

show us what you got.

Double jab.

That's it.

Great, mate.

Harder, son!

JOEY:
You and me, Danny,

we're a breed of champions.

Jab, cross hook.

Nice, bruv.

And again, come on.

Jab cross, up cross.

Yes, bruv.

Come on, Joe, keep your guard up.

That's power. One more time.

Cross hook, cross.

Come on, Joey, on your toes, mate. Let's go.

Jab cross, hook cross.

You're a f***ing winner, son.

Keeping going like this,

you could be a pro one day.

JOEY:
Pistol said I'm quicker than you.

DANNY:
Maybe. Keep on

the straight and narrow,

concentrate on fighting, train hard,

you'll be a lot better than me.

JOEY:
You gonna coach me in the ring, Dan?

DANNY:
Yeah, I'll be in your corner, son.

You know it.

JOEY:
I know we'll always be on top

cos you're watching my back.

I love you, brother.

Oh, God.

-It's all right, Mum.

-(SOBBING)

(CHURCH BELLS TOLLING)

(VICAR TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(INDISTINCT MURMURING)

It's just tragic.

- Poor lad.

-It's not a nice way to go, is it?

My sweet Joey.

Be all right, Mum.

I want you to know,

I am going to do everything in my power

to put away the people that did this.

He would have been

World Champion, you know.

Joey went pro?

Yeah, mate, he was flying.

- Not that you'd seen him fight in years.

- Oh, don't start, Mum.

He missed you.

- WOMAN:
Lizzie, someone's at the door.

- I'll get it.

Come on, Liz, it's OK. It's OK.

I'm Gilly, this is Big John.

We were friends of Joey's.

We're just here to pay our respects.

Listen, why don't you come down

the Abbey one night, have a beer with us.

Anything I do, no, they bloody can't.

It's too late now.

Anyone important?

I need to clear my head.

Do you want to do one?

(BOYS CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Sorry I didn't make it to the wedding, mate.

It's all right.

At least you got out of this shithole.

I told Joey the GSE

was a f***ing mug's game.

Yeah, well, you left quite the legacy.

What boy wouldn't want to be a part of that?

I should have taken him with me, Vic.

It's not your fault.

So what happened to him then?

We don't have much intel on it.

What's that mean?

It means it's more organised now.

Hooligans done some pretty heavy sentences.

No one wants do to a 10-stretch.

Oh, come on, Vic.

You trying to tell me it's all stopped?

Look, they're not smashing sh*t out

of each other on street corners any more.

Right, and in the meantime,

my f***ing brother's dead!

Yeah, well, the crime stats look good,

and that's all my guvnors

give a toss about, so...

Guess I better get down the Abbey then,

see what's what.

You'll do nothing of the sort.

What, you want me to sit round here

and do nothing?

Yeah, if you want me to lock up who did it.

(TV PLAYING)

-(GRUNTS)

- Shh.

It's all right.

I didn't think you were serious, Danny.

Why don't you come with me?

I won't turn my back on the firm.

Oh, f*** all that.

Why don't you concentrate

on real fighting and going pro?

Not f***ing running around

bashing up people with the GSE.

It's a mug's game.

How can you say that?

That's your firm, Danny.

And I don't f***ing want it any more, all right?

I want to get a real life,

wanna f***ing make something of myself.

Yeah, Mum?

- Go on.

- Oh...

Come on. You take care of yourself, all right?

You, too, Mum.

(SIGHS)

Look, Joey, you can be West Ham

without being on the firm.

Why don't you come with me, all right?

We'll do it together, I'll train ya.

You're nothing but a f***ing coward.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(BIRDS CAWING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

What the f***'s he doing? Let's go talk to him.

Two large brandies and a pint.

It's all right, Molly. This is Danny,

Joey's brother. He's just back for a...

Two large brandies and a pint.

All right.

On me and, uh, I'll have one as well.

How's the gym going up there, mate?

Joey never shuts up about it.

Tough bastards, them Celts.

Here you are, boys.

DAN NY:
Thank you.

Ta, darling.

Everyone!

Raise your glasses

to the guvnor, Danny.

ALL:
The guvnor, Danny!

Welcome home, mate.

How'd the funeral go?

That's none of your business.

- He was my best mate, Danny.

- Yeah?

You could've fooled me.

Oi!

Joey's death hit us all.

Shall we find out how big you really are, John?

MOLLY:
Knock it off, gentlemen.

It's all right, Molly, I've got it under control.

Yeah, I wish you f***ing did have.

- You're bang out of order, mate.

- I ain't talking to you.

MOLLY:
I think you should leave.

Everyone just calm down, eh?

Let's all take a couple of steps backwards.

Now, Danny, you're always welcome here,

mate. This was your firm.

But what is it you want?

I want to beat Tottenham.

(ALL CHEERING)

Molly, keep these drinks

coming, darling. Come on.

(CHEERING CONTINUES)

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(BARKING)

ALL:
(CHANTING) United! United!

Danny, what the f*** you doing?

You can't have that in here.

Says who?

What you f***ing looking at?

I'll f***ing see you outside, you wanker.

- Easy, Danny.

- You're nothing, West Ham.

I'll carve you like a kipper, you f***ing mug.

You can't get away with that any more, mate.

Shove your bums up your arse.

Oh, you f***ing want it?

-(BOTTLE SHATTERING)

-(SCREAMS)

(ALL SHOUTING)

F***ing hell.

(SIREN WAILING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(CHUCKLES)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(ALL CHEERING)

NAN DOOR CLOSES)

Come on, out you get.

- What you doing?

-(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Go away, old timer.

What you talking about?

Jog on.

NAN DOOR CLOSES)

(STARTS ENGINE)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry about earlier, OK?

That was disrespectful.

I was bang out of line.

Better get you a drink then, ain't I?

It's Molly, right?

- Yeah.

- Cheers.

Keep the change.

Oh, thank you.

- DANNY:
How we get on?

- Three-nil.

-(WHOOPS) Another three points in the bag.

- We keep going like this, we'll make Europe.

Yeah, sh*t on Man U on the way.

Um, can we have a word

out of the way, please?

Yeah, sure.

- MOLLY:
You all right, boys?

- Drink?

GILLY:
Yeah, get me something wet, John.

All right, Molly? Uh, can I have

four lagers please, babe?

Can you get us four shots as well

while you're at it, please?

I'm genuinely sorry for what happened to Joey.

Well, that's the problem, isn't it?

What did happen to him?

I'm glad your back, Danny.

We ain't the outfit we used to be.

I need someone to lead us back to the top.

Who did it?

I said, who f***ing did it?

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