Green Street 3: Never Back Down Page #3

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They all follow him,

but he ain't no leader.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

MAN:
Lads, lads, lads.

Come on, please. Quiet please.

To our man Danny here, the guvnor,

he's going away.

Dan, I'm gonna miss you, mate.

ALL:
To Danny!

(ALL CHEERING)

ALL:
(CHANTING) GSE! GSE!

(SIGHS)

(GROANS)

Really? F***'s sake!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- Come on.

-(DOOR CLOSES)

DANNY:
Right, on your feet. Come on.

Not going to get your breath back

slobbing of the deck, are ya? Get up.

Right. (SNIFFLES)

First of all, well done for turning up.

Well, the biggest hurdle is getting off

your fat arse and out here.

If you can do that, you can do anything.

Now, as you guys know,

each firm enters a team of five.

I'll count as one of them.

I'll select the remaining four out of you lot.

And how you gonna do that?

I'm going to hammer you lot into shape.

Now, it will be the toughest thing

you'll ever f***ing go through in your lives.

But if you do as I say,

then you might, you just might have

a fighting chance of getting somewhere.

You didn't answer (Billy's question.

To make a good fighter, first thing you need

is 100% commitment.

The rest is about your fitness,

your strength

and the ability to smash your opponent.

I will select my team

taking these elements into consideration.

- Can I get a say in this?

- No.

- OK.

-(ALL LAUGHING)

Determination and heart

mean everything to me.

If you don't have that,

you better f***ing go home now.

We are the Green Street Elite,

and we will be the number-one firm again.

Are you with me?

ALL:
Yes.

- I can't hear ya.

- ALL:
Yes.

- Louden

- ALL:
Yes!

- Come on, you can do better than that.

- ALL:
Yes!

- That's better.

- Sweet. Same time tomorrow, yeah?

- Oh, I ain't done with you yet.

- What?

Get back in line.

(WHISPERS) This is bollocks.

DANNY:
Hurry up!

Right, get upstairs now.

Come on, move it.

Before you really give me the hump.

Move it, come on.

You'd better f***ing get up there.

Morning, Pete.

F***ing antenatal class.

Get in a straight line. Face me.

Right, feet shoulder-width apart,

hands up like this.

(GRUNTING)

Once you punch, come back to your guard.

Bend your knees. Plant your feet.

Nice and steady, yeah?

Keep your elbows in.

Keep your f***ing hands up, Big John.

That's it, mate, get 'em up there.

Sprint! Go, go, go, 90, 90!

Move it! Come on, you lazy fucks, let's go.

Back and forward, that's it, side to side.

Keep your elbows in, the combinations

together now, one, two, three.

One, two, three. That's it.

- Hit through the bag.

- This one shoulder here, goes down there.

Yeah, don't f***ing look at me,

look at the pad.

- And again.

-(GRUNTS)

- One more.

-(GRUNTS)

- Push.

-(GRUNTS)

- Go on, son, get it up there.

-(GRUNTS)

- Come on, Gilly, you fat bastard.

- GILLY:
GSE!

Great! Come on, Gilly.

ALL:
(CHANTING) GSE! GSE!

DANNY:
Too much f***ing drinking, mate.

This is a flip. Get it right up,

get your hands right in, up, over.

MAN:
Come on, bruv.

Come on, bruv. Come on.

Come on. Put your back into it.

Lift, man, come on.

- You got it, you got it, go on.

-(GRUNTING LOUDLY)

Flip it over. Come on, do it.

DANNY:
Ten press-ups, quick as you can.

Bang 'em out, son.

Then back up here,

and the same thing again. Go!

(ALL SHOUTING IN ENCOURAGEMENT)

DANNY:
Push 'em out, push 'em out.

That's it, bang 'em out.

Don't f***ing push it, snap it.

Right, now what you want to do is

jab, cross, drop, cross.

Get that f***ing elbow in there, right, blocking

the punches as they're coming. Yeah?

(ALL SHOUTING IN ENCOURAGEMENT)

You're withering, Big John.

You're getting smaller every day.

Come on, Gil, don't you f***ing

push out on me now. Keep going.

Keep your f***ing guard up.

Just f***ing shoot me.

Put me out of me misery.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

What can I get you, gents?

Three pints and three chasers, please, Molly.

Three orange juices, please, Mol.

GILLY:
And after that...

We'll drink what we want, and we'll have

three pints and three chasers, please, Molly.

You'll have three orange juices then, yeah?

So when's the first fight?

- Don't know. Who we got?

- Newcastle, this Saturday.

F***ing great.

What, they never used to be

too much of a threat to us.

Yeah, they never used to be, but now

that firm's mainly made up of nutty squaddies

who need to let off some steam.

Bunch of f***ing lunatics.

Squaddies are now football hooligans?

Yeah, well, now the risk of getting nicked

all but gone, you get all sorts.

You'll be telling me Old Bill are involved next.

Oh, behave.

The league is riddled with them, Danny.

We're out of the public eye now, mate,

there's no limit to who will fight.

- Does he fight in the league with Joey?

- No, not really.

What does "not really" mean?

I'm going for a piss, go and get the drinks.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(DIALLING)

(MOBILE RINGING)

- What's up?

- Vic, we need to meet.

No problem. Everything OK?

- Yeah. Give me a half hour, yeah?

- Cool.

- BIG JOHN:
Here you are, Dan.

- Cheers, mate.

So I was smashing this bird the other day...

(INDISTINCT)

(SIRENS WAILING)

Hello, hello, hello.

- You prick!

-(LAUGHING)

Well, go on then, you twisted me arm.

I'll have a quick one with ya.

Hunter wants to see you.

He can f*** off and all.

I'll tell him you're out on a job then, shall I?

Nice one, Tony.

What are partners for, eh?

You know, something's dodgy.

I still can't track down the...

You'd have a much easier life

if you just left it alone.

All right? You're not going to get any points

round here for doing your job properly, Vic.

Danny's like a brother to me.

I can't stop until I find

the people that killed Joey.

Just watch out.

The guv is on you, proper.

I know, mate, I know.

-(SIGHS) See you later.

- See ya.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

- Why don't you stay for another drink?

- Nah, I gotta get going.

Oh. Suit yourself.

Sorry, I've got a few things to do tonight.

I'll try and get back

when I'm done though, yeah?

Well, you'd better hope

I'll still be awake then, eh?

The entire f***ing thing

is now held underground

by some big hooligan football league.

It's all starting to f***ing add up.

- What do you mean?

- Multiple witness statements

have all confirmed large groups of people

entering the place where Joey was found

the night before.

I put money on it being

one of those underground meets.

Gets worse. (SNIFFS)

Off-duty Old Bill are fighting there, too.

What's Gilly and his lot saying anyway?

I'm working on 'em.

(STARTS ENGINE)

(ALL SHOUTING ENCOURAGEMENT)

DANNY:
Get up. One, two,

-three.

-(ALL SHOUTING IN ENCOURAGEMENT)

One, come on,

two, three.

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

Hold it, tWO,

three.

I think you lads had better go home, hadn't ya?

You're finished. Thanks for turning up though.

Lads, tear this lot apart, yeah?

Ready for this?

You better f***ing get yourself together.

This is what we trained for.

Let's do it.

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