Green Street 3: Never Back Down Page #5

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We finish it once and for all, together.

As the GSE.

Sir.

I just want to say, guv,

I'm just trying to do my job.

F***ing state of you, mate.

What's the matter with ya?

I've been suspended.

You what?

Hunter pulled rank,

said I'd been failing to follow orders

and all that sh*t.

It's all over for me, Danny.

(SIGHS)

No, it's not.

Yeah, and how do you figure that?

It was Millwall that killed Joey,

and their head boy, Mason, he's Old Bill.

You what?

Yeah, so you'd better f***ing

liven yourself up, son.

We're fighting them tonight.

We're gonna win this.

Come on, we'd better get going.

This is going to be one f***ing night,

John boy.

Danny's gonna end Millwall

and Mason for good.

At least they get revenge for Joey though, eh?

Too right.

MAN:
Night, Gil.

GILLYI Ta, mate.

Round of beers, Molly, luv?

- No, we're closed.

- What?

- Come on, everyone out. I'm closing early.

-(BELL DINGING)

-(PATRONS GROANING)

-(CHUCKLES)

- See you, lads.

- MOLLY:
All right. Good night, everyone.

Cheers, Mol.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not tonight, darling.

Very funny.

This is no place for a nice girl like you,

but I'll tell you what.

Once this all quiets down a little bit,

I'll show you somewhere that is.

- Oh, yeah?

- Oh, yeah.

- Really?

- Yeah.

(GRUNTS)

I run the Abbey, all right?

So any more sh*t from you,

and I'll be having a word with my boys.

You got that?

Get up, you tart.

(MEN SHOUTING)

MEN:
(CHANTING) GSE! GSE!

Do you think this changes anything?

Who'd have thought, DCI Hunter,

head of Millwall?

You know me as Mason, and this is my world.

(SPITS)

I'm gonna f***ing smash your f***ing face in.

MAN:
Come on, you f***ing muppets.

Come on, you, f***ing your muppet cousin.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

That's the spirit, come on!

(STRUGGLING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Come on then, dig deep!

F***ing hell!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

Come on, Danny, get up.

Yes, son!

(GRUNTING)

You little c*nt.

Come on!

You're f***ing weak,

just like your mug brother.

His head split like a f***ing pumpkin,

when I stomped on it.

Get up, son!

PISTOL:
Danny, hit him!

(GRUNTING)

That's enough, that's enough.

Danny. Danny, that's enough, son.

That's enough, that's enough.

(WHEEZING)

Good boy.

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

Come on, lads.

Derek Hunter,

I'm arresting you on suspicion of just

about f***ing everything, you piece of sh*t.

You took your time.

Thought I'd stop for a pint on the way.

Process this c*nt, Tony.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Get them in, John.

(ALL CHEERING)

So I guess you're going to be leaving

now Hunter's been put away.

Well, I was thinking of hanging around

for a while longer, actually.

Do you know how long for?

I don't know... For good?

Oi, listen up!

ALL'. a I'm forever blowing bubbles

a Pretty bubbles in the air

4 They fly so high

4 They reach the sky

4 Then like my dreams, they fade and die

4 Fortune's always hiding

4 I've looked everywhere

4 I'm forever blowing bubbles

4 Pretty bubbles in the air 4'

(ALL CHEERING)

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