Hooligans Page #7

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You started this firm.

We got the biggest ruck of our lives

coming up,

and your brother's too much

of a bottle-job to lead us.

The GSE is Pete's firm. All right?

He calls the shots.

Well, f*** the lot of you!

GSE.

Get out of the f***ing way! Move!

Get yourself cleaned up.

Tommy.

This is it, mate. We're finally gonna get back

at those f***ing Hammer c*nts, eh?

[All chanting] Millwall! Millwall! Millwall!

The f***'s he doing here?

Marky, sit down, son. Sweet.

- That's it. Do as you're told, you mug.

- F*** off.

Bovver. You know, we're gonna have

to stop meeting like this, don't you, son?

People are gonna start to talk. What you doing

up so late on a school night?

Shouldn't you be at home with your pals all

shitting at the thought of us turning you over?

What, you had a lover's tiff?

What do you want, Bov?

F***ing Yank's an undercover journo.

He's at our boozer now.

Tom, you gotta give him the chop.

He's got 'em eating

out of the palm of his hand.

What makes you think that I'd wanna

sort that out for you, eh?

Because the Major's there too.

Stevie Dunham's in there?

- Thanks, Pete.

- Shut up! History student my arse.

- Who the f*** are you?

- Sorry I lied about being a history major,

but I'm not a journalist.

It don't look f***ing good, does it?

- Why are you keeping a record?

- It's a journal. I've kept that my entire life.

- Are you working for the Times?

- No. I'm telling you the truth.

You've gotta trust me, Pete.

Mate, you've put me right f***ing in it.

If I don't convince those boys that

the head of their firm was not just taken

by a f***ing Yank journo,

the GSE is done.

So I'm gonna go out there and I'm

gonna tell them that Bov's got it wrong.

And that you're one of us.

And I had better be f***ing right.

So, Bovver, is there anything else

you wanna tell us?

Tom, please.

This is how it's got to go down...

You f***ing... Go on, Marc.

Afraid you're the only one

going down, little Bovver.

Grass.

F***!

This sh*t with Bovver

could tear this firm apart.

Mate, I need you.

Stay with us, just through Millwall.

I'm not gonna help you.

I made a promise to my wife and kid, all right?

And I'm sticking to it.

You know, there comes a time

when the best reputation you can have

is the one with your family...

- [man] Down, get the f*** down!

- Hello, boys.

Jesus!

[Matt] Pete! Pete, come on, man!

Terry.

F*** off!

Terry!

Look who's back in the f***ing Abbey

after all these years.

Tommy, I'm done with all this, mate.

Retired, did you?

Got yourself a Yank wife, did you?

Had a son of your own, did you?

I had a son once!

Do you remember him?!

Do you f***ing remember him?!

- I'm sorry!

- It's too late!

You f***!

Tommy!

- You listen to me.

- Tommy!

You die tonight, and me and you are even.

It's done! Let's go!

- Pete! Over here, mate, quick.

- Jesus, f***ing hanging here, like!

- [Steve] Ah, f***ing hell.

- Get him down.

[Bovver] I've messed.

Bovver, what the f*** did you do?

Get a f***ing car!

[Car alarm wails]

[Terry] Move!

[Steve] Agh! F***ing hell!

[Terry] Move!

[Pete] Get in there.

[Terry] Get him the f*** in the car!

[Terry] Get in! Go!

Go! F***ing go!

Get out of the way! Move, move!

Somebody help!

Help us, he's been f***ing stabbed!

Come on, hurry!

[Matt] F***ing hurry up!

[Man] Resus. Go, go.

- What did he say?

- He's hanging on.

Trusting lads.

You always said trusting lads

was my problem, Bov.

I trust lads too much.

Trust the Yank too much.

This is how you prove your point?

Backstabbing me? Teaming up

with Tommy Hatcher to kill the Major?

Kill my f***ing brother?!

I'll kill Tommy.

Just say the word and I'll do it.

I don't need you for that.

I don't need you for anything anymore.

Go away.

Please, I f***ed up...

[automatic door opens]

Shannon.

Sick! You're so sick!

[He gasps]

[Whispers inaudibly]

I'm so sorry.

I know.

The doctor said that you're gonna be OK.

He said it's just gonna take a little time.

We're leaving tomorrow.

It's not safe for us here now.

- How is he?

- He's hanging in there.

- So, what now?

- You let Tommy know I want a straightener.

- Tomorrow.

- All right.

We finish this once and for all.

Somewhere quiet.

Away from Old Bill.

- Your mate still runs security at Trinity Wharf?

- Yeah.

- Get hold of him. Set it up.

- Sure.

Come on.

[Knocking]

What's going on?

Ben and I are on the noon flight

to Boston.

You can't leave him.

He was trying to protect us.

- You can't do this to him, Shannon.

- Yes, she can. She has to.

So should you.

I'm going with you to that wharf tomorrow.

Jesus Christ!

They crash our pub, they put your brother

in the hospital.

- That ain't your problem anymore.

- What are you talking about?

- I've got just as much at stake here as you do.

- Matt, listen to me.

It's time to go home.

- I don't know where my home is anymore.

- I think we both know where it ain't.

Mate, this is my fight.

It's my brother in the hospital.

I'll take care of Tommy.

Go home, mate.

# I'm forever blowing bubbles

# Pretty bubbles in the air

# They fly so high

# They reach the sky

# And like... #

[eerie guitar strings plucking]

You're doing the right thing, Matt.

Yeah.

You know that back home nobody's

gonna care about your rep here.

You know that, right?

I'm gonna call a cab.

- Where's Matt?

- Finally went home.

Come on.

I know, f***ing terrible.

[Policeman over radio] This is Charlie 27,

MP CB 501, at Brixton Road, disturbance...

The cab's on its... way.

Matt?

Matt?

Matt?

[# Terence Jay:
One Blood]

# In the far away fires

# Where the hills forever burn

# At the feet of our heroes

# We try hard to learn

# But the lesson is lost there

# In the smoke and the mud

# And that we are one flesh

One breath, one life

# One blood... #

- F***ing have 'em!

- Come on!

# I stood by the river... #

Come on!

# I stood in the killing fields

# Where death has no name

# I stood with my brothers

# And awaited flood

# And we were one flesh

One breath, one life

# One blood

# Then I fell to the ground

# Tasted ashes on my tongue

# Thinking that only the dead

# Are forever young... #

You f***ing mug!

# There was peace in the twilight... #

At least one of you Dunham c*nts

are gonna pay for my f***ing boy!

# It was a world without danger

# A world without war... #

Me old mate, Bovver, you never could

turn down a good scrap.

You know me, bruv.

Come on, get him up!

# 'Cause we are one flesh

One breath, one life #

Holy sh*t! Shannon!

Shannon! Stop!

Shannon, over here!

[Pete] Matt, don't be a f***ing idiot!

Get her out of here! Shannon, stop!

- Matt!

- Wait, Pete, what are you doing?

F***ing hell, Tommy.

It's Steve Dunham's wife.

If Tommy reaches that car,

do you know what he'll do to her?

He's a f***ing animal!

Hello, love.

Matt!

Let me in, you slut!

I'll smash this f***ing window in!

I'll smash this f***ing window.

Are you OK? Is Ben OK?

Matt!

You're gonna get it now, you little Yank!

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