Harry Brown Page #3

at the scene.

It had Mr. Attwell's fingerprints on it,

as well as fibres from his coat,

suggesting that the knife

belonged to him.

To be precise,

it was an old military bayonet.

Mr. Attwell never served in the forces.

No.

You didn't give it to him, did you?

No.

But you knew he had it?

Yeah, I knew.

I think his dad gave it to him.

- He showed it to me.

- When?

The day he died.

Now, before you say another word,

he was using it as protection.

I mean, that man,

he was frightened. Terrified.

These kids on the estate,

they were harassing him.

He came to me and asked me for help.

I said, "Why don't you go

and talk to the police?"

- That was the right thing to do.

- Was it?

He told me he talked to the police

and what did you lot do? Nothing.

Well, that may be true,

but I have a problem.

Counsel will argue

that whoever killed Mr. Attwell

did so out of self defence,

which means they'll be charged

with manslaughter, not murder.

Jesus Christ.

You came here to tell me that?

I just...

I just thought I...

should prepare you for what

might end up in court, that's all.

If it ever gets to court.

I won't take up any more of your time.

I'll let you know when there's

some further developments.

You look like a couple of Feds, innit?

See this thing here, blood?

F***ing f*ggot, you run for it,

you're getting this.

What the f*** do you want?

I'd like to do some business.

Yeah?

I want to do some business.

I heard that Kenny, and you,

were the men to see.

Well, you better come in then, brother.

Put the f***ing gun down, Kenneth.

So, what do you want?

I want what he's got.

I want a gun.

He's not coming any more, Granddad.

It's all over with.

Hitler.

Shut the f*** up, Kenneth.

What do you want a gun for, brother?

I want to shoot the pigeons,

off...off my roof.

Yeah.

Course you do.

Course you do.

Dirty little f***ing b*tch.

Is...Is she OK?

She's having the time of her life.

Ain't ya baby?

Ain't ya, Sharon?

Sharon?

Sha-ron. Shar...

Sharon! You f***!

She...

She likes to cuddle, this one.

Wanna cuddle her?

what you f***ing want to her.

She won't remember a thing.

What's the matter?

Can't you get your cock hard

any more, old man?

Is that it?

Because we've got plenty

of the little blue tablet there.

Just the gun.

Take a seat.

Start you off on a Glock 17, right?

It's easy to load.

Easy to shoot.

Weapon of choice for every f***ing pig force

around the world is that. Have a butchers.

Or, Sig P 226, right?

That's state-of-the-art, high-tech,

f***ing polymer frame

reinforced with fibre glass.

I don't know what any of that sh*t means

but it looks f***ing cool as crap that,

doesn't it? Look at that.

Or if you want to get a bit

old school,

I've got just the thing for ya.

Cool sh*t, that.

Smith & Wesson snub nosed .38--

That's a beautiful little gun

and a proper f***ing stopper.

You can only have 5 rounds

in the chamber, can you see?

That's because it's a model 36, right?

F*** me, mate,

each one of them packs a wallop

like a f***ing brick

through a plate-glass window.

Ammo?

It's a pound a bullet.

a full grand for that Sig there.

What the f*** are you doing, man?

You don't touch the merchandise

until we've seen some f***ing coin.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

Hey, are you sure she's OK?

Maybe we should take her

to the hospital?

What did you just say?

Your girlfriend needs a doctor.

Maybe you should call an ambulance.

Ain't no f***ing ambulance

gonna come here, brother.

Do you understand me?

OK. OK, I'll...

I'll mind my own business. All right?

That's fine.

She ain't your business.

She's my business.

Now you pay for your gun

and f*** off

before I hurt you.

And you...

I'm gonna deal with you later, Kenneth.

Yeah, so...so you were saying

- Yeah.

- Hey.

I will say, she's got a nice

little set of tits on her.

But you two are a right pair of

c*nts!

Look at me.

Yeah...

Pigeons.

You failed to maintain your weapon, son.

I don't reckon you've got long.

I've seen that before.

Gut wound.

The slug's probably torn

right through your liver.

Mate of mine in Ulster

got caught in sniper fire.

The bullet blew his inside out.

He screamed for a good 10 minutes.

You couldn't send a medic in,

the section was too hot.

So, we all took cover...

and watched him die.

I've never told that

to anyone.

You should have called an ambulance

for the girl.

Put you in here.

Blimey!

Linda, would you get me a coffee, please?

I understand things are going rather slowly

with the stabbing of the pensioner?

You're aware of the shooting

on Curzon Street, 2 dead?

As of now,

we're forming Operation Blue Jay.

We'll take a zero-tolerance stand

on gun-related violence.

We're gonna come down quick and hard

on the criminal gangs

that control the flow of heroin

on the estate.

I have spoken to Division

and they concur.

I'll be leading the squad on this one.

There'll be a full briefing.

I expect you and DS Hicock to attend.

The death of your pensioner will have to go

on the back burner for a while.

Thank you, Linda.

That'll be all, Inspector.

None of it makes any sense.

You shot 2 drug dealers,

you don't risk being identified

by driving this girl to a hospital.

She had that thousand pound

in cash on her,

I thought,

she must be one of the gang.

What gang?

- Well, Superintendent Childs...

- Superintendent Childs?

- Money.

- All right, Troy?

Where's the rest of it?

- Coming, yeah?

- Don't talk to me like I'm a c*nt.

That f***ing uncle of yours

took a ton of gear off me,

and now he's gonna pay up.

We're going to pay you, man.

He's got one week. One f***ing week.

Or I'm going to burn that sh*t hole of his

down, with him still in it.

F*** off.

Marky, get in the car.

Marky, get in the f***in' car!

Yeah.

F*** off.

F***!

Sh*t.

Wait. F***ing wait.

What's your name, son?

Tell me your name.

Marky.

Tell me what happened

in the subway with Leonard, Marky.

Who's Leonard?

He's the man

you and your mates murdered.

So, what happened, son?

You're chatting sh*t there, bruv,

I don't know what you're talking about.

Tell me what happened to Leonard.

F*** off.

F***in' hell.

You tell me the truth...

- and I won't hurt you any more.

- F*** off, all right?

F***ing Jesus!

F***ing Jesus.

F***, no way.

Now, listen, if you won't tell me,

I'm gonna do both your knee caps,

one at a time until you do.

F***ing...

So, what's it gonna be?

Because I don't think

you can take much more of this.

All right,

there was this one old fella...

F***ing...

But he come at us, man.

He was waving this

f***ing shank around and sh*t.

F***ing...

F***, he told us

he was gonna stab us.

We told him to f*** off, like,

gave him a chance,

but he wouldn't go.

Then what?

F***ing, just gave him

a couple of slaps, that's all, man.

He had this f***ing big shank, man.

He was mad.

What makes you think

I should believe you?

F*** it, I couldn't give a sh*t.

- Well you should...

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