Green Street 3: Never Back Down Page #4

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(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Geordie c*nts to win.

We're the team that is going

to take the GSE back to the top.

- We ain't ready for this.

- Now we get in there,

and we f***ing go for it!

Punch straight through. Don't ever give up.

Let's f***ing have it.

(ALL SHOUTING)

(GRUNTS)

(ALL GRUNTING)

You f***ing...

(BOTH GRUNTING)

F***ing Geordie f***!

We ain't f***ing done yet!

We ain't f***ing done!

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

it will only get better from here, men.

Not against a f***ing ninja.

-(KNOCK ON DOOR)

- Oh, my God.

Are you all right?

Listen to Danny. You do what he says,

and you'll come outjust fine.

- That was nice. One more time.

-(GRUNTING)

- He's the best fighter I ever saw.

- DANNY:
Uppercut.

Keep it up. Good boys.

Starjumps.

Come on, Gil, you fat bastard.

- And stop.

- Stop showing off, you prat.

PISTOL:
Quicker!

(PISTOL LAUGHING)

-(CROWD CHEERING)

-(FIGHTERS GRUNTING)

CROWD:
(CHANTING) GSE! GSE!

(MOBILE RINGS)

VICTOR:
Oh, for f***'s sake.

DCI Hunter won't leave me alone.

Come on, let's do one.

Something will turn up, all right?

- It's really nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

DANNY:
Cheers.

-(CROWD CHEERING)

-(FIGHTERS GRUNTING)

PISTOL:
Go on, son.

(GROANS)

- Gotta learn the hard way.

-(PISTOL LAUGHS)

-(CROWD CHEERING)

-(FIGHTERS GRUNTING)

(ALL CHEERING)

Oh, East London!

MEN:
Oh, East London!

Is wonderful!

Is wonderful!

Oh, East London is wonderful

It's full of tits, fanny and West Ham

I Oh, East London is wonderful 4'

(GRUNTS)

Come on.

DANNY:
Get his side.

That's it, bruv, take him down. Yes!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Don't f***ing f*** it, f*** it up!

(ALL GRUNTING)

DANNY:
That's it, lads.

They're f***ing done for!

ALL:
(CHANTING) GSE! GSE!

Come on, you Chelsea c*nts.

(ALL GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(ALL GRUNTING)

DANNY:
Nice one, lads. It's over.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(DOOR OPENS)

We're shut.

Hello, gorgeous.

Where've you been?

Down the gym with the lads. Why?

What's the matter?

You can take your sh*t and all.

Do you want to calm down?

Get the f*** out.

Not till you tell me what the hell's going on!

I saw ya.

- What does that mean?

- With that copper!

What, Victor? Nah, look, he's an old mate.

Yeah, Well, he's still Old Bill.

It's not what you think, Mol, all right?

If there's one thing I can't stand, Danny,

it's a grass.

I'm not a grass.

- Get the f*** out.

- You wanna let me explain?

Go on. It's your last chance.

He's trying to find out who killed Joey.

And, yeah, I want whoever it was locked up.

But he ain't got the resources to do it alone,

so I'm helping him.

So you thought you'd just come in here

and lie to all of us?

What do you want me to say?

Oh, yeah, I like you lot.

Feels really good to be back.

In fact, I've fallen in love with one of ya.

Oh, and by the way,

I'm helping my mate who's a detective.

Yeah, I think that would have gone down

like a lead weight, don't you?

What was that about loving someone?

Oh, forget it.

You still lied to me, Danny.

I can't be with someone that I don't trust.

Mol, please.

I mean it, all right?

I've fallen for ya.

- I'm sorry.

- Mol...

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

You got a death wish being

round here or something?

Get in.

I'm not in the mood for you, Mason.

Unless you want me to put you

in the morgue, I'd f*** off back south.

I know who killed your brother.

DANNY:
Why you brought me here?

Well done for bringing Green Street

back to life. Feels like the old days,

having you as our main rival.

You weren't around back then.

I was, you just didn't look hard enough.

It's the final meet of the season coming up.

It's you lot against us, winner takes all.

- Wasting my f***ing time.

- Stop.

I can show you who did it.

I thought you'd better know.

(ENGINE STARTING)

MASON:
Before our little meet on Saturday,

you f***ing mug.

All right, Dan?

(GRUNTS)

PISTOL:
Easy, Danny, calm down!

Calm down, for f***'s sake!

DANNY:
This piece of sh*t killed Joey!

- You f***ing scum!

- PISTOL:
Take it easy.

- Calm down.

- You f***ing c*nt! Let go of me!

- Calm down, son, calm down.

-(PANTING)

- All right, f*** off! Leave me!

- PISTOL:
Calm down.

- F***!

- No, Danny!

You f***ing... Gilly, you f***!

PISTOL:
Calm down.

DANNY:
You scum.

PISTOL:
Whoa, whoa, whoa...

(SIRENS WAILING)

Don't know how long you've got before

he comes down on you like a ton of bricks.

Can you really trust Danny?

- I trust him with my life.

- Is this really worth it, Vic?

- I mean, is he really going to give you a result?

-(PHONE RINGS)

DC Jones.

No, sir, I wasn't trying to avoid you.

If you just...

If you could...

Give me a minute, and I...

Yes, sir.

On my Way-

(SIGHS)

I'm in deep sh*t now, mate.

Let him speak.

(GILLY SNIFFLES)

You get one go at this.

So you'd better tell me the truth.

I didn't kill Joey. We were like brothers.

And what about that photo then, you lying...

Let him speak, Danny!

GILLY:
As you've seen,

we hadn't been fighting fit for a long time.

When Joey was here, he was sickened

with how useless we'd become.

Me and the boys, we didn't give a toss

about the fighting any more.

Just wanted to get pissed up, go to the games.

- What you doing?

- Joe, what?

We got a rumble later, boys.

GILLY:
Joey wanted to

make the firm great again.

Like when you ran it.

He insisted we fought, and we did.

But we looked like losers.

Like you said,

it's not street-corner violence any more, it's...

It's proper fighting.

And the only one

who could fight like that was Joey.

He sure could.

Joey got frustrated with losing all the time.

Went old-school,

started battering geezers in the street.

He even petrol-bombed Millwall's boozer.

(SOFTLY) He wouldn't do that.

Danny, he was out of control, mate.

He was breaking all the rules.

Oh, so he deserved

what happen to him then, did he?

No, of course not.

Joey convinced us to have a meet.

(CROWD CHANTING)

He had a way about him, guv.

He never stood a chance.

Come on, you c*nt.

He was doing things with all the trimmings.

(ALL GRUNTING)

Come on!

You f***ing little b*tch!

MASON:
Come on, champ.

Let's see what you got.

Die, you upstart cock!

(ALL CHEERING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

MASON:
Finish him Off.

We never stood a chance.

Look, there must have been enough

witnesses there to f***ing put him away.

Mason's a dangerous bastard.

He likes to throw his weight around.

He's got a lot of power.

- MASON:
Smile.

-(MOBILE CLICKING)

Listen, you f*** around,

not only will I fit you up for this,

I'll make sure your dear old mum gets raped

and murdered while you're doing bird.

Mason's Old Bill, Danny.

Why didn't you tell me?

All right? I would have f***ing dealt with him.

He'd have fitted you up. He's a dirty bastard.

He told you it was me

because he knew you'd do this.

I got someone in the Old Bill, too.

GILLY:
Yeah, I know you're mates with Victor,

and I know you're doing what you gotta do.

But the only way to end this

is by doing them properly on Saturday.

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