Ill Manors Page #7

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He knew as soon as he saw her

That he adored her

Now he's payin' for her blood

with a borer

And an automatic weapon

Smith & Wesson

Split a f***ing hole in your chest

He's looking to corner the perpetrators

Responsible for her killing

He's gonna murder every single

f***in' one of them, God willing

It's eating him inside

Although you wouldn't be able to tell

By just looking in his eyes

Cos his tears cry inwards

Years of hiding his true feelings

From the streets

Have left him incapable of showing

Any other emotion than anger

So when Jody takes him

To Fat Mick's motors where Terry works

He don't ask questions first

Just straight bangs up

Mans with the butt of the gun

Turns it on Terry before he can run

And demanding answers

He knows Terry didn't kill Kirby

But he thinks he may have set him up

J' Why else would he have taken

The drugs afterwards?

Terry tries to explain

They were already dead when he got there

And the other girl, he can't remember

Her name but she was not there

Not there when he came back

Was before he went out

Chris stops him there

Arms stretched with the leng out

He says, "I know about the other girl

How the f*** do you think I found you?

"And I know you're f***in' lying

So say your prayers now"

You f***ed with the wrong gangster

And now you've gotta pay

J' That's when the blood-stained crackhead

He gun-butted on the way to Fat Mick's

Taps him on the shoulder

With a bust nose and fat lip

And says he knows

Who might have done it...

I was geftin' a rock off Marcel

and I see Kirby behind the alley.

Behind the barbershop in the alley.

- What time?

- About midday. He pulled out a gun.

He pulled out a gun! I sh*t myself and I run!

- You're lying!

- I'm not. I swear to God I'm not.

I'm not. I swear to God.

Get the f*** down!

F***ing hell.

- F***ing Marcel!

- Chris, it couldn't have been Marcel.

How the f*** do you know

if it was Marcel or not?

I met Marcel. I know him.

- He's done my f***ing nose, mate.

- Oh, f***in' hell! Come on. Let's go.

They guy who done it,

he was small. He was a kid.

F*** that! If he wasn't Marcel...

He's f***ing involved!

I'm not saying that. But he couldn't

have been the guy who pulled the trigger.

The guy who done it, man,

he was a kid. He was small.

- Couldn't have been much older than me.

- I'm gonna take you home.

'(Gunfire)

'Motion sickness. Cases have been

popping up all over since...'

- Want anything from the shop?

- Nah, I'm good.

What the f***!

- Who the f*** killed Kirby?

- I don't know who done it!

Tell me or I'm gonna blow your head off!

- It was Jake!

- Who the f***'s Jake?

Some yoot, bruv. Some hyped yoot.

- Why the f*** did he kill Kirby?

- Kirby must have boy'd him off, man.

So why was you running down the road

naked the other day?

I must have banged some yet

and her man come home. I had to duck.

(Sighs)

- I'll dead him if you want me to.

- You'll do what?

- I'll kill him for you.

- I'll do that.

- Yeah?

- All right.

- Know where this boy's at?

- Yeah.

- Have you got a ride?

- Yeah.

Let's go.

'Pity the fate of young fellows

Too long a bed with no sleep

'With their complex romantic attachments

'Oh, look on their sorrows and weep

'They don't get a moment's reflection

'There's always a cloud in their eye

'Pity the plight of young fellows

'Regard all their worries and cry

'Their Christian mothers

Were lazy perhaps

'Leaving it up to the school

'Where the moral perspective

Is hazy perhaps

'And the climate oppressively cool

'Give me one acre of cellos

'Pitched at some distant regret

'Pity the fate of young fellows

And their anxious attempts to forget'

- Yo. What's goin' on?

- Cool.

This is Chris, yeah? My man's your elder.

Yo, fam. You cool, yeah?

Cool, boss.

He just wants to have a chat, all right?

About you steppin' up.

(Engine starts)

Come. Get out of the car.

Come, man. I just wanna talk, man

Come on. Let's go.

So what, you're the bad man

that killed Kirby, yeah?

So what you lookin' at him for?

Are you the bad man that killed Kirby?

- Yeah.

- And a little girl, yeah?

- I didn't mean to kill her.

- Huh?

It was an accident.

Do you know who that girl was, though?

Nah.

That was my f***in' sister!

- Oh, you never knew that, is it, Marcel?

- Nah, man.

You sent a boy to do a man's job

and he f***ed up!

Chris, just allow it-

Don't say my f***in' name!

You don't f***in' know me!

You know what? F*** this. Drop him.

Here you are. Stab him up.

Do it!

I-I'm sorry about your sister.

You can put one in Kirby's head,

but you can't kill this pussyhole? Do it!

Jake, bruv, just... Come on.

I can't. I can't do that.

How the f*** do you think you got here?

How the f*** do you think

I know where you live?

He offered to kill you earlier! For me!

What?!

Marcel, you set me up?

Marcel, f***in' talk to me, bruv!

You set me up, bruv?

That's it. Get mad.

You f***ing...

You f***ing used me, bruv!

- I didn't tell you to kill that girl!

- I didn't mean to! If it wasn't for you-

Get mad. Get mad.

You f***ing d*ckhead! You f***ing snake!

Kill him! Do it!

(Screams)

That's it.

(Retches)

That's it. That's it. You done good.

You done good, you know. Uh-huh.

You're a bad man now. Huh?

(sobs)

You're a bad man now.

Stop your f***ing crying!

You wanted to be a bad man!

You're gonna die now!

You're gonna die now!

- Look up!

- I love you, man! Give me a chance!

Look up to me properly!

Stop your f***ing crying!

My sister was only 14

and you f***ing killed her!

She can't cry!

My sister can't f***ing cry!

Look at me!

Put your head up like a bad man!

This is where you want to be!

Look at me.

(Gunshot)

(indistinct swearing)

Sh*t!

(Police sirens blare)

(indistinct)

- What you got?

- F***in' search me.

(Cheering and applause)

(Cooper) OK.

Here's one I wrote for a special occasion.

It's called Pity the Plight of Young Fellows.

- Carol?

- Yeah, darlin'?

I've only gone

and lost my f***in' key, ain't I?

Did ya? No, you didn't.

You left it in the door.

- Did I?

- You did, yeah.

Oh, thank God for that.

Oh, f***in' hell!

Listen, it's not half cold up there. Can

you drop an heater up to me or something?

- Yeah, all right.

- Cheers.

Their Christian mothers were lazy perhaps

Leaving it up to the school

Where the moral perspective is hazy

And the climate oppressively cool

Give me one acre of cellos

Pitched at some distant regret...

(indistinct chatting)

It's a bit difficult, though, innit?

- 10.15 in the house?

- Yeah?

My man will be here clockin'. He's CID.

What are you talking about, bruv?

My man here.

Vince, as well. I'll chat to you tomorrow.

Look on their like and lament

Approach with a cautious intent

Take it or leave it in any event...

Oh, bollocks! Yeah, it's karaoke, innit?

Well, I'll be here then, won't I?

Yeah, I'll have to be.

Listen, I gotta go, all right, babe?

Yeah, I love you, too. Bye.

F***! F***!

F***!

What the f***in' hell's goin' on in here?

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