Green Street Hooligans 2 Page #2

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It's like the Hammers versus the

Mafia for the UEFA Cup, Palermo, Italy,

surrounded by Carabinieri

and 500 angry Eyeties

singing the theme tune to The Godfather.

Look, we just need to take it easy,

keep our cool.

We've got it.

- Want me to have your back on this one?

- It's all right. Take it easy.

All right?

I hear someone was

very much looking forward to your arrival.

- What's it to you?

- The enemy of my enemy.

Yeah. Someone stopped by to say hello.

- I hear many someones.

- So what else did you hear?

You're a pilot, true?

What did you fly for RAF?

Globemasters. Hercules.

You ever heard of 'em?

Planes for transport.

Yeah, that's right.

I'm guessing you're a pilot too, right?

Been some time, but yes.

What do you fly?

Smaller aircraft.

You're a fighter pilot, eh?

For different team.

While there was still a wall up, yeah?

Before perestroika, glasnost,

the good old days.

- And here we are.

- Here we are.

Call me Max.

All right. Call me Dave.

How do you know my enemy?

We are both in business.

For you and Marc it might be a...

be a business matter,

but for me it's purely personal.

Personal?

Yeah, we've got some history.

His top boy's a geezer

called Tommy Hatcher.

He beat me best mate to death.

That's why we're in here.

D Block team is very good.

Winning team gains privileges

and red armband.

Trustee status.

I'd better get back to my mates. Thanks.

You fly out of Lyneham?

Sometimes, yeah.

- You seem well informed.

- Information has value here.

Could save life.

I'll bear that in mind.

See you around, Max.

Oh, see that move?

Oh. And again.

Oh. Hammers could use that

fella, couldn't they, eh?

You all right, mate?

Here, Dave.

- I assume they're no friends of Marc's.

- You could say that.

- Are they friends of ours?

- Let's say he's a possible resource.

What did they want?

What did they say to you?

He heard I was a pilot.

- That makes you interesting to them?

- Yes, you cheeky c*nt, it does.

Turns out he's a pilot an' all.

What? He's ex-RAF?

Nah. He's more like the

opposition, Keith, my old son.

More like the opposition. Come on.

Get these reports to the Governor.

- Screws are all riled up about something.

- I think it's your face, Ned.

Oh, it better not be mine.

- Oh, no, no, no.

- All right. Stay back.

- What's happening?

- Stay back.

Put him in Segregation. D Wing.

F***ing fraggle. Look at my sh*t.

That's my cell.

Junkie owes money and can't pay.

Acts out.

nows he'll get banged up in the

block. Figures he's safe for a while.

Bloody spanner.

Come on. You guys can eat in Level Two.

- You lot West Ham?

- Yeah.

Fair number of Millwall banged up in here.

You know what that means to us?

This transfer was supposed

to keep us out of trouble.

Yeah, well, you made your beds,

you lie in 'em.

So bang us up with the c*nts we got sent

down for scrapping with in the first place?

Prison board logic, is it?

Look, we just want to do our time quietly

and try and stay out of trouble.

The chaplain runs a good service.

It's a way to stay off the yard.

All officers to the

football pitch, all officers.

Good game, that.

Did you see that f***ing elbow?

Him-a slap the b*tch outta Bagshaw.

- Him a-bleed from everywhere.

- How much did we make?

200 quid.

And three carton of fag.

Love me a good game of footah.

Me never liked Bagshaw either.

Money.

Where are the rest of the f***ing cigs?

It's contraband, man. Soon come, yeah?

- Pack or so at a time.

- Yeah, well, make sure they f***ing do.

- Chill now, man.

- Chill?

You hold out on me,

you f***ing black bastard,

and I'll slit your f***ing throat,

and bleed you out

like the f***ing wog you are.

- Ease up, man.

- You f***ing tell me to ease up, you c*nt?

Bredren! Calm down, man!

Ease up now, man.

Let go of me now.

Yeah, all right, thanks.

Surprising what you might find in a bin.

Sweet.

Get this out to our regulars.

Yeah. What about Hegyes?

Busted up his cell and

got hauled off to seg.

Yeah. All right.

I'll have a f***ing quiet word with him.

They must stick that GSE

bloke in him cell, innit?

I just saw 'em. They're in the chapel.

F***ing hell.

You've gotta have a laugh,

haven't ya?

I mean, you get sent to f***ing prison

and you get sent here.

There's a word for that.

What is it? What is it?

Overcrowding.

No, you twat.

It's fate.

Yeah, that's right.

Fate.

Let's go and get some f***ing religion, eh?

My son... This

is lovely, innit?

The heat seems to be doing wonders

for the chaplain's business.

Yeah, right. Everyone really seems

to be following along, don't they?

All right. Why don't we just relax

and enjoy the air conditioning, yeah?

.. as the grave, and whole, as

those that go down into the pit.

hello, girls.

Let it go, Marc.

I don't want to let it go.

Time and a place, mate.

- Here and now.

- A time and a place.

Are you f***ing deaf?

I said here and now, c*nt.

You really wanna do this,

you call me out.

This ain't the way.

Let's go.

Look at ya. Look at ya.

Eh?

Let him go.

- We didn't start it, guv.

- Shut up.

Where do you think I got this from?

Kicking myself in the face?

We were sitting all quiet

and they jumped us.

Look, man, we're outnumbered

and you know it. All right?

You really think I'm gonna start a ruck?

In the chapel?

I'm Catholic for f***'s sake.

You're not in here because you're clever.

Learn to avoid trouble.

You know that b*tch is in Marc's pocket?

- You referring to Principal Officer Mavis?

- Who do you think?

It must be hard her running the show.

We're here to keep you out of mischief.

You got a complaint, see the Governor.

I ain't a grass.

And you do your best to stay out of her way.

It's nothing to

worry about. Nothing?

Me and the boys look out

for each other like always.

- Just like they do?

- They get help from the Iron Lady.

Who?

The PO.

You all right, kid?

You've lost weight.

I eat when I'm hungry.

- And I take my vitamins.

- Oh.

I... got this letter

from the bank yesterday.

What is it? The house?

I tried so hard.

I just couldn't make the payments.

- It's all right.

- I haven't spent a penny on anything

- other than necessities.

- Sweetheart, listen to me.

- Doesn't matter.

- It does. Where will I live?

How long we got before they, erm...

- 60 days.

- 60.

I'm sorry, Dave,

I wish I had better news to bring.

Are you kidding me? As long as

you're still breathing, I'm happy.

Tell me what you did yesterday.

- Well, I went to work.

- Then what?

And then I tried for an hour to fix that tap

in the kitchen. Used your spanner.

- Oh, God.

- I'm just not strong enough, babe.

With those arms? Come on, look at ya.

Then I successfully changed

three light bulbs.

- Didn't get any help? No help?

- No.

I then... had supper.

Piece of chicken and some spinach.

Did the dishes.

Well, dish. There was only the one.

Watched a bit of telly, then went to bed.

Wow. It's a full and exciting day.

Hardly.

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