Green Street Hooligans 2 Page #5

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It's a violent world, Mason.

And we just happen to live

in an especially violent corner of it.

See?

Violence is everywhere.

Bet you'd feel differently if it

was one of Turner's boys bleeding.

I'm having my tea break,

so say what you mean or f*** off.

Plus...

if a scrote had got sliced on my watch,

I'm not sure I'd be in here

mouthing off about it.

Well, at least you might get laid now.

Yeah, birds love scars, don't they?

F*** you both.

Give me a second, will ya?

- How's he doing?

- How do you think he's doing?

So my boy gets sliced up,

while how many of you watched the show?

- I'll look into it.

- Really?

Yeah, well, f*** you. F*** you and every

f***ing screw that's paid to keep us safe.

- I'll write you up for talking that way.

- Whatever.

- Look, we're not all the same.

- Is that right? You go and tell him that.

Have you seen his face?

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe you ain't a c*nt.

Maybe you just don't have

the f***ing stones to stand up to her.

You don't know sh*t about anything.

What I do know is,

is that this sh*t ain't ever gonna stop.

Stand your ground, man.

Right now you have a choice

to do what's right.

Do it.

I could have f***ing killed 'em, Dave.

What are we gonna do?

We don't have a choice.

Let's play their game.

Mm. And what did he say?

Why did he do that, then?

Oh, f***!

What's up, big man?

How's your friend?

He's alive. It's time to make sure

we all stay that way.

What do you have in mind?

Where are the areas

that the cameras don't cover?

- Inside or out?

- Inside.

Me tink you f***ed big time, man.

Let's have a look.

You definitely checked the drop-off?

I'm positive.

Cos I'm gonna go and see the Iron Lady.

And if I found out you're lying,

I'm gonna take out your good eye

and skull-f*** you,

you know that, don't you, mate?

Aye.

If I pay for something, I expect to get it.

- What you talking about?

- Am I speaking f***ing English?

Your boy was there.

It was dropped in the usual manner.

I don't like sloppy partners.

You f***ing find it.

Who the f*** ya look 'pon, lickle bwoy?

F*** me, Marc,

I'm telling you the truth, mate.

- There weren't nothing there.

- Yeah, well, she says it was.

And you say it wasn't.

Now... if you're lying to me...

I'll take your f***ing face off.

Find out who took it...

and get it back.

In Fosterville you can buy a half-ounce of baccy,

here they only sell you quarter-ounces at a time.

I'm gonna talk to Max.

How much dough you got?

Hello, Ned.

F*** me.

- That might leave a mark, sunshine.

- How are you feeling?

- Battered and bruised.

- I bet you are.

F***ing hurts. When I was getting out

of hospital, they was bringing Derrick in.

Somebody kicked the sh*t out of him.

- You boys wouldn't know anything

about that? - I was sleeping, mate.

- You?

- Nah.

Who's next?

Attaboy.

- Hello, mate.

- Here's your GSE.

Yeah. Eh? Eh?

Come on. Come on.

You f***ing... Here, take that.

Kick the f***ing sh*t

out of him, boys. Come on.

That's right, yeah.

Come on, hurry up, boy. Hurry up, boy.

F***ing hell.

Come on, boys, hurry up. Come on.

ick the sh*t

out of him. Go on.

Come on. Come on, hurry up.

Come on. Let's go. Come on.

Dave, come on, let's get out of here.

Hey. Where's Abbot?

I just saw him.

I had nothing to do with it, mate.

Pillock.

You think you're so

f***ing clever, don't ya?

If I was clever,

I wouldn't be in here, Marc.

Go anywhere near my f***ing crew again...

If you come in here mouthing off,

you better look me in the eye.

Look you in the f***ing eye, you dozy c*nt?

- Oh!

- This is between me and him.

Now you listen to me, you pikey c*nt.

Marc, you're an old f***ing man now.

You ain't aligned.

You're a two-bit f***ing queer.

All right. Break it up, break it up!

You, against the wall.

You're f***ing dead.

You are f***ing dead.

I'm right here, sunshine.

Get out of it. Get out!

- Get out of here.

- F*** me.

His people will think twice now

before they come at you.

Small advantage.

I'll take everything we can get, mate.

"Pikey c*nt. "

Man U coming up, boys.

It's gonna be hard one.

We'll do 'em

on and off the pitch, mate.

Remember last time

we had to jump off the train early?

Couldn't find no taxis

so we pinched that motor.

And when we jumped out the van

the c*nts sh*t themselves.

I took a f***ing hiding that day.

- Yeah, you did.

- Yeah.

If you ever finish that,

say hi to Red for me.

You're funny and I will.

- Night, boys.

- See ya, mate.

I ain't had one visit since I been inside.

Tell Red that I said hello too, please.

Yeah. Yeah, I will.

Thanks.

Night, mate.

Good night, mate.

Out. Get out.

What a load of bollocks.

Wouldn't be any contraband in here,

would there?

This is a stitch-up, innit, Dave?

Get off me, screw. I didn't do nothing.

Agh! All right, all right.

- Oh, all right, screw.

- Look at me.

Look at me. Don't give it to them. Relax.

Relax. F*** off.

Does your wife know that you play for

the other team while you're in here?

That's all right. Lots of straight cons

have got a missus on the inside.

Is that all you got?

Contraband pornographic material.

F***ing...

F***! F***ing horrible c*nt.

Agh!

So you don't f***ing forget.

Dave... What the f***?!

Up yours, screw.

Lock 'em back up. Put him in the block.

You dirty f***ing bastard!

You ain't no Pete Dunham.

Are you missing Little Petey?

F***ing c*nt! You f***ing...

I'll f***ing kill you, you f***ing pikey.

F***! Oh.

- Get off me! Get off me!

- Get him out!

Get off me!

Get him the f*** out of here!

Move it, move it.

Get him out!

Who looks f***ing stupid now?

During a cell search,

Miller became unruly and violent.

- Any injuries?

- None of ours. He put up a fight, though.

Fine. I'll read it in the report.

Dismissed.

Yes, sir.

Arthur, were you in the cell

when the search took place?

No, sir.

Just Officer Mavis.

Troublesome bunch, this West Ham lot.

Seem to find themselves

surrounded by trouble frequently, sir.

It's not the same thing, is it?

No.

The prisoner that Officer Mavis

had put into segregation last night...

- Sir?

- Have him policed.

Sir.

It looks like we're starting

to get some respect round here.

About f***ing time.

- How much did you miss me?

- Ooh. Look at the boat race on that.

Hope you feel better than you look, son.

Yeah, it only hurts when I breathe.

It's weird.

Give me a second, will ya?

Attention on the pitch.

Any prisoner caught fighting during play

will face segregation.

Any prisoner caught fighting

during play will face segregation.

You'd better learn to keep your

head down, son, if you wanna survive.

You know she's bent.

You wanna grass,

give me something or I can't help you.

Oh, f*** all that. We've got Marc's crew

all over us which we're dealing with,

but they got the guards helping out

and it's getting outta control.

I mean, look at me for f***'s sake.

I mean, do something. Do anything.

To get where she's got,

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