Green Street 3: Never Back Down Page #2

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You don't think I want to get them

as much as you do?

Oh, you reckon, do ya?

How long you here for?

Let's just say I'm back.

(MAN SCREAMS)

BIG JOHN:
What the f*** is that?

(MEN CHANTING OUTSIDE)

Gil, there's about 20 Spurs outside.

(ALL CHANTING)

Look at what you've started.

Right, everybody up.

- Come on, West Ham!

-(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

You broke the rules, Gilly.

(GRUNTS) Come on!

(GRUNTING)

I'll break his f***ing neck.

(ALL GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Come on! (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

F***ing come on!

(ALL CHEERING)

ALL; (CHANTING) Guvnor!

(ALL CHEERING)

Listen, do me a favour,

keep yourself free tomorrow night.

All right?

(ALL CHEERING)

ALL:
J' Chim-chiminey, chim-chiminey

Chim-chim-charoo!

You must have really upset that lot earlier.

Well, sometimes an old-fashioned

straightener is the only way.

-(CHUCKLES) You having another?

- Yeah, please.

(I Chim-Chim Cheree)

- Hey, Molly.

- Yeah.

Could I, uh, see you sometime?

Reckon you can see me now.

Nah, I mean maybe go out for a drink.

Drink? I got all the booze

in the world right here.

- F***ing hell.

-(CHUCKLES)

Nah, I don't go out with anyone from the firm.

Self-imposed rule.

Oh, right.

But seeing as you're here on holiday,

it's a bit different, right?

Yeah, course.

Come see me when you've sobered up.

(ALL CHEERING)

F***ing state of ya.

I did what I needed to do.

I told you to stay out of it,

or you'll f*** up my investigation.

What f***ing investigation?

What are you lot even doing down there?

- I'm trying, mate.

- Try harder!

Come on, I want you to

prove to me that you've still got it.

Come on!

Oh-ho-ho-ho!

Talk.

(SNIFFLES)

- Gilly wants me to lead the firm.

- You serious?

(CHUCKLES) Oh, you're interested now,

ain't ya?

Felt good giving it to

them Tottenham slags though.

Stop it, or you're gonna

land yourself in trouble.

Look, somebody knows

what happened to my brother,

and the only way I'm gonna find out

is if I get back in.

DANNY:
F***ing hell, Pete,

you're not dead yet?

That's Pistol Pete to you, boy.

(BOTH LAUGH)

- You're looking good, son.

- Yeah?

- Sharp.

- Still doing everything

-you taught me, that's why.

- Good lad.

That will keep you fighting fit

till you're an old bastard.

- Well, you're still here, ain't ya?

- Cheeky sod.

(LAUGHS)

I'm sorry about Joey.

- How come you didn't come down?

- Well, you know me, son. I can't do funerals.

So how was Joe really doing?

I'd only ever seen one fighter better.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Morning, ladies.

- All right, Pistol?

- You all right, geezer?

Yeah. Anyway, feel free to use the place

as and when you want.

No, no, no, this is on me.

Here's your locker key.

You know where the showers are.

- Cheers, Pete. They working yet?

- Cold taps always have.

(SOFTLY) Oh, f***ing hell.

GILLY:
Here he is.

(I Ska music)

Molly, get Danny a beer, please, sweetheart?

Round of shots for us.

- Coming up.

- Thank you.

- So have you sobered up yet?

- Was I that bad?

No, I'm just teasing you.

You were quite sweet, actually.

Well, don't tell that lot, will ya?

It's our secret.

Oh, I knew I could trust you.

Molly, come on.

The boys are getting thirsty over here.

Molly, come on, darling.

On its way.

Go on, your public want you.

(INDISTINCT)

(ALL LAUGHING)

ALL:
Cheers!

Come on! (SHOUTS)

(ALL LAUGHING)

Oh, she's all right. She's fine.

- You, I've had enough of your sh*t.

-(ALL LAUGHING)

- Drink up, were off ski.

- Oh, great.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

What's this prick doing here?

Easy, Danny.

All right, Jib?

Come on, boys, we're up.

- What the f*** was that?

- I'll show ya.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

This is how it's run now.

What, everyone being pally?

Sounds sick to me.

You got nothing, Millwall,

you little f***ing slag.

The rivalry is still there, still got our firms.

You know, what's the point

of fighting for nothing

when you get a serious bit

of hurt for your trouble?

There's been an agreement.

Keep it clean on the streets

and fight dirty underground.

We place bets, make money,

settle differences.

Run like the league, mate.

Points for a win,

and there is never a f***ing draw.

Goes until it's finished.

At the end of the season,

the top firm's crowned league winners.

We haven't done too clever the last few years.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

Can't handle this lot, Gilly.

These are proper fighters.

Can, with you back on the firm.

(CHUCKLES) I ain't that good.

Yeah, cheers for that.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(GRUNTING)

(CHEERING)

(GROANS)

My f***ing leg!

Who is that?

Mason, head of Millwall.

Not seen him before.

No, since this went underground,

there is a whole new breed of fighters.

They've been top firm the last few years.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

MASON:
Into the f***ing bin, boys.

-(CROWD CHEERING)

- That's how you f***ing do it!

Evening, young Gilly.

How's your training going?

If round was the definition of sharp,

you'd be world champ, Gil.

(FIGHTERS LAUGHING)

It's about how you fight,

not how you look.

- And you are?

- Danny.

Not the guvnor?

I thought you lived in sweaty sock land.

Yeah, got bored of the football up there.

(SNIFFS) Sh*t teams, sh*t league.

You lot would fit right in.

Sorry to hear about your brother.

That weren't cricket, that.

I'll find out who did it, and I'll f***ing end them.

Good luck with that.

Gilly. Come on, boys.

We can do this, Danny, I know it.

Look, this isn't have 12 pints,

grab a pool cue and a knuckle-duster.

This is much more dangerous.

Just lead the way, and we'll follow.

What, you telling me

you can handle hours in the gym,

sweating blood and giving up the piss?

Whatever it takes, Danny.

All right, we start first thing.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(BOTH STRUGGLING)

Sod the Blues, Keith.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

What the bloody hell's going on?

You gonna let me in?

Fancy a coffee?

I didn't come here for a drink.

Something's different about you.

(CHUCKLES) You're dangerous.

- I've got it under control.

- Uh-uh, not me.

(MOANING)

(MOANING LOUDLY)

DANNY:
What made you

want to run this place?

Why do you ask?

- Seems a bit of an odd career choice.

- What, for a bird?

- Yeah.

- Hmm. You sexist pig.

(CHUCKLES) Come on, it's not exactly

your average boozer, is it?

Yeah, fair point.

You remember Ronnie,

who used to run this place?

Yeah, of course, yeah. Top geezer.

Yeah, well, he's my big brother.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

He runs a bar in Marbella now,

so left the Abbey for me to run.

I didn't think he'd ever leave here.

Yeah, well, an opportunity come up,

so he took it. Had no reason to stay.

So how did Gilly take over the firm?

Him and Joey were always

mad for West Ham, weren't they?

Mad for the firm,

just become the natural successors.

Well, the GSE ain't what it was, that's for sure.

Joey wanted to run it how you used to.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, it's all right.

(Billy's good stuff.

You know, he's loyal and he's tough.

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