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But instead as a storage space

to house our client's extensive collection

of vintage model racing cars

numbering in excess to 1,400.

You getting in?

I've seen inside your room, sir.

Yeah? What did you see?

Would you like a cup of tea?

AK-47 s, Remingtons, Glocks, Sigs.

I'm guessing you were in the army.

You can't get that on the street

unless you're friendly with the Taliban.

I wanted to be in the army. They

wouldn't let me. Got a criminal record.

In the TA for a while.

Got kicked out of there.

Got a bit heavy with one of the NCOs.

F***ing Black thought he was Rambo.

Came unstuck with me, though.

Here, talking about Blacks, guess what's

happened to an old barrister of mine.

No?

Someone's only gone and stabbed his

pregnant missus in the stomach.

Killed their baby. How sick's that?

People like us...

We wouldn't stand for it, would we?

I'd kill them with my bare hands.

What did you do?

Didn't do nothing. He was my barrister

years ago. Something about football.

- I just heard about it.

- No, I mean, what do you do?

Here?

Head of security. Good job. I like it.

Here, look, I wanna show you

something. You're a soldier.

You'll like this.

Rigged it all up myself.

No one else knows about it.

Both got a secret, you and me.

It's a dirty f***ing world.

I've seen things happen in these rooms

you wouldn't have seen as a soldier.

Trust me.

You could stay here if you wanted.

I'm married.

I'm not a queer if that's what you think.

I just meant you could stay here.

Use the camp bed

whilst you sort yourself out.

It's up to you.

What's the matter, mate?

You look really upset.

I pissed you off?

- No.

- Is it me? Have I pissed you off?

It's all right. I'll be fine. I just need

to get my head down, all right?

Maybe I'll see you soon, eh?

I could call your missus for you,

if you want.

Let her know where you are.

- 'Hello, Mardell speaking. '

- Sir. It's Bryant.

'Bryant. How are you? '

I need to see you, sir.

'OK, well, come over in the morning. '

Yes, sir.

Goodnight, soldier.

It's beautiful, sir.

Beats Kandahar.

Now, what's on your mind, Bryant?

Is everything OK at home?

Yeah.

Then why did you come here?

It's just... I don't know.

I don't see the point, sir.

You know? Being over there

and then coming home.

It's almost worse here.

You're a soldier. It's your job.

What do you want, sympathy?

No, but I wanna do something,

you know?

I don't wanna be

just another face in the crowd,

otherwise what was I doing out there?

I wanna... I wanna be remembered.

That'll be Sandy.

How is he, sir?

He never even

made it back to Cambridge.

Talk to him, Bryant.

He liked you.

What would you do to them

if you could find them, Sandy?

They go around wrecking lives.

And when they get caught, they get

a slap on the wrist. If it were me, I'd...

Help me.

Thanks, Sarge.

There was a man, Walter.

He followed me into the toilet and he

threatened me. Told me to walk away.

I can't prove it.

So it will never come to light.

And Manning was in the same room as

me when this happened to Marcia.

So how are we going to pin it on them?

We can't.

I mean, I should know. It's my job.

It was my wife.

They tried to kill my wife.

And they killed my baby.

Oh, God...

She's gonna pull through, Cedric.

She's gonna be all right.

Yeah.

Can I help you?

My name's Hillier.

You represented me a while back.

- How did you know where I live?

- I work in security, remember?

These are for your loss.

Thank you very much, Hillier.

That is... very kind of you.

Listen carefully. I know a man who can

help you with what's just happened.

You call us on this number if you want

to do something. It's up to you.

City boy.

Yeah, it is a long time no speak.

Really?

Come to the hotel tomorrow at 5:00.

Don't knock on the door.

OK.

That was the geezer

I went to school with. Complete nutter.

- He knows people.

- You're gonna get them done?

I'm gonna do something.

Oi, Dekker.

Have you thought about our little deal?

Dan, please. Look at the state of me.

You've got a week.

Otherwise you'll get ironed out again.

Right.

He'd be on the list as well.

You watch, Frank.

He'll get served.

They didn't f*** about with you,

did they?

That's why I'm here, Simon.

What do you need?

I dunno.

Yeah.

You know me, Gene.

I'll get whatever you want.

How much?

What are you doing?

Put it away. Don't work like that.

Put it away.

If you're gonna do anything,

don't do it on your own.

I know people.

Mate of mine.

F***ing hurt there.

Can I meet him?

Yeah.

But if I set it up,

I don't want you f***ing about.

Hmm? Me and my mate,

we go to work properly, understand?

So what now?

- 'Hello? '

- How can you help me?

- 'Come to the hotel I work at, 3:00am. '

- Where is that?

- 'Look in your files. Under Hillier. '

- I'll be there.

Good. And don't knock on the door.

- 'How can you help me? '

- 'Come to the hotel I work at, 3:00am. '

'Where is that? '

What am I doing here?

I'm a barrister, for Chrissakes.

You've got nowhere else to go.

I am really sorry.

I have to go. I can't do this.

- I am supposed to uphold the law.

- But the law's failed you.

Thank you for seeing me, Mr Bryant.

You know where I am now.

- When did you get down here?

- Day before yesterday.

Took Dad's car.

It's good you came.

You should be proud of yourself.

Proud I can drive? Look at me.

Think I'm having

a get-together this week.

Just a few like-minded people,

you know?

Should er... Should come along.

To do what?

Nothing special. Maybe a bit of keep fit.

Good for you.

Even if you just say hello.

- I'm gonna go.

- No, stay, it's OK.

I don't wanna be like this all my life.

I'm so sorry, Mr Monroe.

There's nothing more we could do.

Come in.

What are you doing here?

Eh?

I said what the f*** are you doing here?

Why have you come here?

To learn how to fight.

Says who?

- Hillier said you'd teach us how to fight.

- I can't teach you how to fight.

Because you already can.

It's already in you.

- Where are you going, Monroe?

- I can't do this.

I...

Sorry to hear about your wife.

For f***'s sake, Monroe.

Think you wandered in here by mistake?

Deep down, you wanna stay,

because you've been abandoned

by the powers that be.

There's nowhere else to turn. Get

your shoes off and fall back in line.

Get AIDS,

or jump on a bus

with a rucksack full of explosives,

the government will dish you out

a free car,

but keep your head down,

be good and walk without a limp,

and you get zip.

That's why you're all here.

You count for nothing.

And your cries fall on deaf ears.

Same as me.

The only difference between us is

I've got the confidence to fight back.

So how do we fight back?

I don't know yet.

But if you want to spend your life getting

bullied and raped by c*nts like Blair,

and having paedophiles

wander the f***ing playgrounds

while you smile mutely

and pay your f***ing taxes...

...then get out the door.

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