Offender Page #4
There's better things waiting for you
when you get out.
- I ain't got nothing!
- Calm down, fam!
What's wrong with you?
Yo, remember where you are, my friend,
before you start acting like a fool.
You don't want to make
the wrong kind of friends in here.
Have to look after yourself
in here, man. Fix up.
I had to.
I got a daughter outside, man.
You've got a daughter?
She the most beautiful thing
you will ever see, man.
You know, holding that baby
in your arms for the first time...
...it changes your life.
F*** off, Genghis.
I know. Ring the alarm?
Ring the alarm?
Hello, post time.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
F*** off.
Christmas has come early!
Oh, just my size!
Whoo-hoo! F***ing hell!
Come on, Bob. You can't have them.
Put them back.
But I like 'em, Alan.
Why can't I have 'em?
Ah, I bet they're some poor kid's,
they are.
Aw. The colour suits me.
Goes with my epaulets.
Brings out the silver, you see?
Come on, Bob.
I've got to inventory all of this.
I'm the SO, right?
Which means Senior Officer.
Which means
they fell off the trolley. All right?
So, wipe your mouth, and go
and play with your little clipboard.
Probably nicked by some little sh*t
in the riots anyway.
- No, you're out of line, Bob.
- Oh, am I? Am I? Am I?
What have I got? Eh?
Look at my clothes,
what I'm wearing.
I live in a f***ing bed-sit.
I'm renting a f***ing bed-sit, Al.
I know, Bob, but...
I have to take a bus.
I hate public transport. I hate it.
I used to drive a tank when I was
in the army, but look at me now!
I work 60 hours a week in this place
and for f***ing what?
People out there are looting the streets,
robbing off hard earners, hard grafters.
They're allowed to do whatever
they f***ing want! But me? Not me!
Me? I'm out of f***ing line,
aren't I?
Well, f*** you!
F*** you!
Allahu akbar!
- Eh? Out!
- What?
Get the f*** out!
Yallah! Yallah! Yallah!
Where's the f***ing drugs, eh?
Where's the f***ing drugs, eh?
Hey! Uni boy!
Are you happy now, yeah?
Where's my money?
- I haven't got any money.
- I know you have.
Tell your mum and dad to transfer
the money to my account.
Otherwise I'm gonna
f*** you up good!
- I haven't got any money!
- Tears ain't gonna help you now!
You were the one
smashing up the shops!
Cry, you little p*ssy!
What's good, red boy?
Want to be a hero, yeah?
What? P*ssy turned badman, yeah?
Oh! F***! F***!
F*** you! F*** you!
F***ing come here!
So, you thought you were
gonna duff the Angelface, yeah?
Come on, then!
Tommy...
Thank you.
He's dead, isn't he?
Yeah.
You didn't have to do that.
I wasn't doing it for you.
She was gonna have a baby.
She knew about Jake.
I don't want to hear this!
I can't be part of this.
I'm gonna kill them.
Act natural.
Walk with me.
I got to move quick.
Sooner or later, Jake'll find out it was
me in the showers with Angelface.
You're sure he attacked her?
I'm sure.
I'm going for a sh*t.
Don't f***ing move, okay?
Red boy! So, you gonna tell me
what your beef is?
I'm gonna f*** you up.
- Like you done Essay and Angelface?
- Yeah.
Had a feeling that was you.
Yeah, he was a good soldier.
But f*** it, man. Labour's cheap
these days. So what's your problem?
I know you attacked
your probation officer.
Mm, that's interesting.
- Yeah, she was my girl.
- You done all right there, son?
She was pregnant. We lost our baby.
I'm sorry to hear
about your little loss.
- But you're talking to the wrong man.
- No, I'm not, though.
Oh, fam, you're good, yeah?
So, what, you're sure, yeah?
You sure?
Yeah, I was on that move.
But I didn't attack your b*tch,
make you lose your little unborn.
Best you go speak
to a Muslim brother down the wing.
What?
Mason. Yeah!
Mason's my boy.
I roll with him all the time,
and he rolled with us on that move.
But the man's a live wire.
He attacked your b*tch. Not me.
- Best you go ask him yourself.
- No, you're f***ing lying.
Lying, yeah? Back up before
you make a serious accusation.
Huh? I told you Mason done it.
Running around in that eye paint
ain't gonna get you nowhere, boy.
Try come for me?
Think I ain't gonna
f*** you up, p*ssy?
I'll f*** you up sitting on the toilet,
with my hands behind my back,
scratching my balls with my nose.
I won't hesitate to f***ing kill you,
you know, Tom.
What can they do
to a man like me? Nothing!
I been in and out of this place
since I was crapping rusks!
But you? You ain't built
for no f***ing place like this!
You ain't got it in you,
so it's best you just f***ing chill!
You ain't got no drive,
just some misguided notion,
but you're too f***ing lazy
to see it through.
See, I'm a warrior,
but I'm also a businessman.
See, we knew
you was up to something.
Don't take me
like I'm some corner dealer!
Me and my boy Jake here,
we're going into some business now.
Yeah, like merging empires,
you know?
Despite what me and Jake's
been through in the past,
the fact still remains
that Essay was my boy!
So, now it's time
to pay the fiddler!
Get him, little f***.
Get him!
Come here!
You little prick.
You're just some f***ing p*ssy.
F***ing p*ssy!
Gonna die!
You're gonna f***ing die!
What the f*** are you doing?
Don't f***ing kill him,
we've got business to sort out!
For f***'s sake! Put him outside.
I'll put him in the block.
Get him in the corridor. Sparky!
Sparky!
He)', get out!
Never heard me, pussies?
I said get out!
- I wanna to talk to my co-dee.
- Go on. It's cool, it's cool.
Are you sure?
- Salaam, brothers.
- Salaam alaikum. Come.
Cuz, we got a big problem.
Tommy. Yeah, your friend.
Did you know his girlfriend
was the probation officer?
His girlfriend?
That's why he's been
on a mad rampage,
running round,
got Essay then Angelface.
Then he's come for me.
Got the p*ssy laying half dead
down in the block now.
What's this got to do with me?
Seeing as we're out of here
in a couple weeks,
you go see the probation officer
and finish this job off properly.
Remember we got a murder
on the out, you know?
So, you want another
on your hands?
- Are you serious?
- Man, I'm out.
I told you I'm done with that.
Now you're sticking your arse
in the air five times a day,
that makes sh*t different
between me and you?
Let me make this clear,
you're with me.
If you don't go see this
pretty little probation officer,
I'll have to see
your pretty little daughter
and make her feel
the grip of this beast.
So look into my f***ing eyes and
understand what I just said to you.
Finish her!
I Bring me my bow
of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spear!
O, clouds unfold!
I will not cease from mental flight
I Nor shall my sword
sleep in my hand
I Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green
and pleasant land I
Clap!
Tommy!
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy!
Hello.
The word is you f***ed up
our boy Angelface.
That's an L-plate. A life sentence.
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