Honour Page #3
Okay.
One, two, three.
Come on.
That's it. Come on, come on.
We can't do this now.
You wanna go back now?
I didn't know.
She knew.
What did she think was gonna happen?
We'll say she's run away from home.
And the punjabis are witness to that.
Oi.
Punjabi done us a favour.
And he ain't saying sh*t.
F***in' hell!
- What's she done?
- Just f***in' wait here.
What's wrong with you?
Oh, sh*t!
F*** you.
Mona!
It wasn't me. Mona!
Kasimi adel!
- Trying to tell me I f***ed up!
- Look at my face.
How the f*** did she
get out the f***ing trunk?
Look at my face, man! I saw these, okay.
- What the f*** is that?
- She had a knife.
I need to go to a hospital.
Listen to me, listen to me!
No f***in' hospital, man.
Stop being a f***in' p*ssy.
We'll find her and finish this.
What way did she go?
Where did she go?
F***in' b*tch! You're dead!
What the f*** are you looking at?
Glass of orange juice, please.
The f*** you playin' at?
Not your f***in' game, boy.
Hunt's over for me.
Got your money, minus a few expenses.
I'm done.
Proud of that sh*t, aren't you?
Just keep pourin' that sh*t down.
'Cause it might be a different colour
country by the time you wake up.
F***in' nightmare as it is.
What? Great Britain? Those days are gone.
You know it.
You can feel it in your soul.
Ain't never comin' back.
Not the way you want it.
Next time they call this country "great",
you're gonna be the minority.
Was a time we were great, man.
Men were men.
Women were women. Slaves were slaves.
Folk knew their place.
Everythin' was great
then women and slaves got ideas.
It's been f***ed ever since.
- I want you to finish this job.
- Uh-uh.
Lost your appetite?
It's not business, it's personal.
Halfa g
I'll get you another half
on top of my mum's deal.
I don't want her coming home.
That's my deal.
And, then we're both done.
You want this paper, mate?
Nah, I've already read it.
Sure you're done with it?
- What've you got for me?
- First claim on the system today.
The name's screened,
but I've got a match on the n.I. Number.
'Bout profile?
Yeah, profile matches. Got an address.
B'n'b, single women, all claiming.
Half-way house type place.
Look, I'm done now, yeah?
You all right?
- You wanna eat something?
- No. I'm not hungry.
- Home?
Yeah.
I'd like to see you get there in one piece.
I was lucky to leave that way.
Look, I appreciate what you did.
But, I gotta go. I'm sorry.
- You're runnin'?
- I haven't stopped.
Ah. Take a breather. While you can.
- Cup of tea.
- Sort you out.
Excuse me.
Hello?
Excuse me.
Tell me your story, I'll tell you mine.
I'm not sure that's such a good idea.
- What's your name?
- I'm nobody.
- And, who's rose?
- No one.
It's my mother's name.
Never knew her, never will.
I've only got one photo.
That's my story, end of.
- Never knew your mother?
- Mmm.
B*tch didn't want to know me.
But, you love her enough.
- You got kids?
- No.
- Not interested?
- Nope.
Well, if you don't want
'em, don't have 'em.
You get what you want in life,
but not how you want it.
You either live with that, or you don't.
That's my story.
- You ready to order?
- Uh, just give us a minute.
- Is that your phone?
- Huh?
Hey, you should eat something.
Yeah, uh... I need to go to the toilet.
- The toilet's through here, yeah?
- Downstairs.
F***.
Help!
Help!
Somebody, please!
Stay away! Stay away from me!
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
shut your f***ing mouth.
Shut up! Don't you be a silly girl.
Shut up!
You don't want the police here
any more than I do, now shut it!
Are you gonna be quiet?
Are you gonna be quiet?
Mmm.
F***ing shut up
or I'll put this in your eye.
Do you hear me?
Who are you?
I find people. That's what I do.
You f***ing pig.
But it's your people
that wanted the service.
My mum?
Brother?
They give you money?
Yeah.
And when you find me, what then?
Take me back to them?
They don't want you comin' home.
I'd rather it was you.
See.
It's the only copy, yeah?
Keep the phone. It's clean.
It's warm.
Fresh.
Today?
This morning.
Where worm hiding?
In town, women's refuge.
Women's...
Yeah, well, we all have
our minds f***ed with.
Don't speak it.
Know your enemy.
She'd rather it was me, than you.
That's your sister.
Deal is a deal.
You bring proof. What else I can ask for?
You no break contract. So, I no break.
People no trust people
who no keep contract.
Without honour, life is nothing.
Where is she?
The body.
I'll send you a map.
We gave that man money,
to kill our sister.
She wasn't our sister, she was possessed.
That's Mona, your blood...
Take it to your cousin's shop.
Ask what he thinks.
Your sister couldn't have a heart this big.
Trust me.
- Keep your fast this year?
- Uh, yeah.
Most of them.
Gotta do 'em all, cus, gotta do 'em all.
For the next life, innit?
Started shavin' or summat?
How's me aunty?
She's good.
How 'bout the little property tycoon, Mona.
She sold a house yet?
Yeah.
So, what's this you got for me?
Need you to take a look at this
and tell us what you think.
Aright. Put it on here.
Let's have a little look.
Are you sayin' you don't know what that is?
Both of you, are you sayin' you don't
know what the f*** this is?
That you've brought into here, to my shop?
- That was my call, brother.
- You called it wrong, man.
'Cause someone's havin' a f***in'
laugh at you. But, it's not funny.
We didn't know who else to ask.
You're some f***in' detective,
if you can't tell a pig's
heart from a human's.
Is that what you thought it was?
- You sayin' that's swine?
- I'm sayin' get it the f*** out.
An' don't tell nobody
you brought it in here.
You'll f***in' ruin me.
I can play f***in' games.
Get out.
Get the f*** out.
You're the big boss.
- I know your mother.
- Yeah.
But, let's talk about your prison buddies.
Better get goin',
you need to get out while you can.
Glasgow?
We get a bus to campbeltown,
we get off at tarbert.
The bus goes on.
We get a ferry, maybe a boat.
You're going, too?
To this place.
Fresh air.
Needs work but I've made a bit of money.
Nest egg-
you bought this place?
Yeah.
Do you believe it?
Once upon a time.
Hey...
We must secure the
existence of our people,
and a future for white children.
Who are you?
I'm not what you see.
That fire's been dyin' a long time.
There's no life in it any more.
Look,
what works is what gets
you to the next step.
That's all I'm offerin'.
One step. Away from here.
The next one's up to you.
Is that you?
Yeah.
You don't have to turn out like me.
Kas...
My brother, kas. It's him.
Could you open the door, please?
It's the police.
You're a stupid f***.
Have you got that b*tch in there?
I want her to come out.
I want my money, too.
Mona!
I smell what you're up
to, you f***ing whore.
Take the tickets. The back window.
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