Harry Brown

- Do you want it, fella?

- Yeah.

Cos you wanted this yesterday,

brother.

You want to do this sh*t?

- Let's go.

- All right then. Yo, yo, T.

Get the pipe out, blood.

Are you ready to become

a man, blood?

You ready, yeah?

You know what this sh*t is, yeah?

- Yeah, man.

- Stone and a glass for you, bruv.

Here, bruv, take it.

Marky, light him up, man.

- Get that sh*t up, bruv.

- There it is, swallow that.

Hold him, hold him,

in case he drops down, bruv.

Take it down, boy.

Take it down.

Don't be sick.

Give me that.

Don't make me lose money, bruv.

Hold it, hold it. Hold that sh*t.

I said hold that sh*t!

Look at his eyes, bruv.

Look at his eyes.

All right, bruv, let it go.

Let it go. Yeah!

We ain't done yet.

Talk about phase 2,

our cold boy runs round here.

Yo, yo, yo where's the phone at?

You see this?

See this sh*t. This is real sh*t.

Give him some gloves.

- This is how we roll?

- Take these gloves.

Listen, when you

put your hands on this gun,

you're a member for life,

you understand?

- For life.

- Take the ting, man.

You're done now, hey?

F***!

F***ing pray you, f***er!

Yeah.

F***ing bird.

F*** you right up.

You wanna bang?

Let's do her, yeah.

Yeah.

No!

This is f***ing brilliant!

Get away!

F***ing hell. Let's go!

F***ing... I f***ing shot her, man!

Exactly what she looks for in a man.

Tall, dark and mysterious

or just plain loaded?

I'm not telling you.

You're a cheeky sod.

Thank you very much.

Here's the news.

Good morning, this is Clare Miller

with your early morning news update.

Former MP Alan Peters will begin his

Peters was convicted

back in September

and will serve at least

Labour spokesman, Lindsay Rhodes,

said the party

had nothing more to say

of what was a sordid and sorry case.

Single mother, Karen Dobbs,

was shot yesterday

in front of her 2-year-old son.

A police spokesman says Miss Dobbs

was a victim of a random

and senseless act of violence.

The toddler will be placed

in the care of a local authority.

Traffic now, the M25 is closed

eastbound at junction 19

due to an overturned

heavy-goods vehicle.

Traffic police are advising all drivers

to avoid the area.

That's it for now,

I'll be back in half an hour

with a further traffic update.

Thank you very much.

That was Claire Miller with the news.

Lisa, where were we, brain or brawn?

What are you looking for in a man?

I'd have to say

brain every time, Johnny.

Damn.

Morning, Sister.

How is she today?

She's had a difficult night.

Hello...

Kath, my love.

Same again, Harry?

Yeah, cheers.

Make it 2, Sid.

One for my father, here.

Thanks, Harry.

Everything all right, Len?

Fine.

How's your Kath?

I don't think she knows I'm there, any more.

She knows.

All right, Ken?

Got a 20 bag, yeah?

Yeah.

Nice one.

- Did you see that?

- What?

They don't even try to hide it now.

I found a needle in the toilets last week.

You think Sid would say something.

What's he gonna do,

call the police?

Bollocks.

Besides, Kenny What's-his-name

slipped him a bung.

- Sid? No.

- Yeah, I've seen them at it.

That Sid is not who you think he is,

and the other one,

he's into selling drugs, guns,

under-age girls, the lot.

Christ, Len, why don't you

say that a bit louder?

You've got Cooking

or Geography?

Cooking, Dave.

Cooking it is.

This should be a piece of cake.

Fingers on buzzers,

here's the first course. Start the clock.

Chanterelle...

Stay there, in the house.

Oi! Get off him!

You animals, get off him!

Help! Can somebody help me?

Can you phone the police, please?

Can you phone the ambulance?!

Please, phone the police.

Hello?

Bob Creswell.

Big Scottish bloke.

We were in the marines together.

If it hadn't have been for him,

I wouldn't have met my Kath.

It was a service dance,

and Bob's dancing with this girl...

And...I dunno, I...

I see this...

pretty pair of eyes...

and I guess we just

liked the look of each other, so...

I cut in on Bob,

and Kath and me,

we spent the rest of the night

dancing together.

You've never really talked

about your time in the marines.

Your Kath told me

you had a couple of medals somewhere.

Did you ever kill anyone?

You can't ask me that, Len.

I'm sorry,

I shouldn't have said anything.

It's all right. It's OK.

- I didn't mean to upset you.

- OK. Forget it.

The marines were a lifetime ago.

I was...I was a different man then.

When I met my Kath I knew that all that stuff

had to be locked away.

I made that decision,

all those years ago,

and I stuck to it.

Harry...

I'm scared, Harry.

I'm...I'm scared all the time.

They pushed dog sh*t

through my letter box.

One of 'em spat in my face.

They call me...

You know the ones.

I'm not gonna take it any more.

God in heaven.

What are you doing with that?

- You know what.

- Len, no.

- I thought you'd understand.

- I do.

You should talk to the police.

I tell you what, we'll go together.

I've already been to the police.

Bastards!

You f***ing bastards!

- Mr. Harry Brown?

- Yes.

Police.

I'm Detective Inspector Frampton.

This is Sergeant Hicock.

Is there anyone here with you,

Mr. Brown?

No, I'm a widower.

What's this all about?

Do you think we could sit down?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm sorry to have to tell you,

but last night Mr. Leonard Attwell

was involved in a very serious incident.

Len?

Wh-Wh-What happened?

Is he all right?

No, I'm afraid not, Mr. Brown.

Mr. Attwell is dead.

Sergeant, could you get Mr. Brown

a glass of water, please?

What happened?

He was assaulted.

Late last night.

What? Where? Where, at home?

No. He was found

in the pedestrian walkway.

Thank you.

Did you find out who did it?

I'm afraid the investigation's

still in progress.

When did you last see him?

Yesterday afternoon, we...

We played...

We played chess in the Barge pub.

Was he distressed

or concerned about anything?

No...Well, you know,

just about the kids on the estate.

Did he mention any names?

No. He never...

Just kids.

Hello.

Yeah, great, cheers.

Thanks, mate. Bye.

If there's anything you can help us with,

Mr. Brown, please get in touch.

Thank you.

Is there anyone we can call

to be with you?

Or I can send Social Services,

if you want?

No, no, no.

I don't need anybody.

I'll be all right.

OK.

We'll...We'll see ourselves out.

OK.

What a sh*t hole.

You wouldn't want to live round here

if you didn't have to, would ya?

Guv, normally we send uniform

to do the death-o-grams.

There's no need to do it yourself.

Ma'am, can I ask you a question,

and you can tell me

to mind me own business, but...

I heard that you requested

to be transferred here.

Cos most of the DI's would

give their right arm to be in fraud

or a cushy number like that,

do you know what I mean?

Sergeant Hicock,

if you refer to a notice of death

as a death-o-gram again

I'll have you reprimanded

before the Superintendent.

Police!

Come on, open the door,

we've got a warrant.

Jean, you know how this works,

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes