Offender Page #4

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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 Bring me my chariot of fire

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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