Outlaw Page #3

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I wanna learn how to fight back.

So do I.

Me too.

Good.

No, you're wrong. You use

the inside of your hand, not your fist.

Smack 'em on the nose, sends the

nose bone straight up into the brain.

That will kill 'em instantly.

Reckon you could do it?

I'd rather let Bryant do it for me.

And that will save you

getting a 23 rec in prison.

How do you prefer to kill people, yeah?

Up close and personal, bare hands,

or sniper rifle, 300 yards, bingo?

I'd rather get you to do it for me.

I'd be happy to.

I'm going to the toilet.

Try not to kill anybody while I'm away.

What did I tell you, eh?

F***ing out-there.

- He's completely insane.

- Maybe. But he speaks sense.

Same again for everyone?

He's a f***ing mug, huh?

If someone killed my family and I found

'em, I'd send 'em a f***ing nail bomb.

No, it's a letter bomb.

That's what you'd send.

Excuse me.

Why don't you look where you're going,

you black c*nt?

Do yourself a favour and f*** off before

you get opened up like a tin of beans.

- What kind of f***ing nutter are you?

- F*** off.

- What happened?

- Nothing. Can we leave?

- What happened?

- I spilt the drinks. I'd like to leave.

- Who started on you?

- It was just some lads.

They called me a black 'C' and...

Could we just leave?

- Who was it?

- Doesn't matter.

Who is it? Eh?

It's the one with the dark hair

and blue T-shirt.

- You call my mate a black c*nt?

- Who are you, you f***ing mug?

- Wanna make one?

- I'll f***ing make one!

- I'll f***ing make one.

- Outside, all of you. Five minutes.

We'll f***ing be there.

He's gonna go, this c*nt.

We're gonna fight 'em.

- Excuse me?

- Come on, this is it.

For f***'s sake, Bryant. No way.

Come on, stand with me.

We can do this. Don't fall away.

This is it. We can do it!

I'm with you, boss.

Right, come on.

Come on.

Now we're talking bollocks.

Watch these smudges up here.

Come here.

- I'm going right through him.

- Come and stand over here.

Eh? F***ing stand with me.

F***ing stand with me.

You come here cos of them smudges.

Don't you f***ing wanna...

Let's go. We're gonna get nicked.

F***ing saucy c*nts.

Come on. Let's go.

What?

You f***ing know what.

- I was shitting myself.

- So was I.

But at least I stood.

And Lord hold Marcia

underneath your wing.

Guide her with your loving hands

through the passages of heaven.

Amen.

Come here.

Are you religious?

I stopped believing

when I realised no one was listening.

Your lip's swollen.

I fell.

I've been listening to everything that's

happened over the past few days.

- That's illegal.

- So's what you've been doing.

- Where's Danny Bryant?

- How the hell should I know?

Well, find him and tell him

I wanna meet with him.

Otherwise I'll have you all nicked

for assault.

I thought you were different.

Do you mind if we talk alone?

Para?

I was Engineers. Where did you serve?

Falklands, Afghanistan, Iraq.

What the f*** does it matter?

If you wanna arrest me, get on with it.

Do you mind?

You know, two weeks ago,

some kids from our street...

They set fire to a 79-year-old woman

because she called the police.

After they tried to rob her, three times.

And do you know what the police said?

Paperwork.

I'm here to help you.

I heard what you said in the sports hall.

I wanna help ya.

I can get you sleeves on all Manning's

people, the ones that hurt Monroe.

The ones that killed his family.

The law failed him.

We won't.

You get that right and I'll

feed you paedophiles, dealers,

bullies, junkies, scum,

c*nts, dogs... the lot.

And on top of that,

I'll try and keep you

one step ahead of the law.

Yeah?

This is my job. This is what they gave

me after serving 25 years on the force.

I get to drive high-risk

prosecution and collect CCTVs.

You wanna know why?

Because I play it by the f***ing book.

You wanna hurt people like Manning,

get the people around him.

What about the people

that attacked Mardell?

You're on.

'F*** you! You f***ing f***! '

We're one short tonight, gents.

Not everybody's got the appetite for it.

Glad to see you do.

Now.

I'm gonna walk out that door in a minute.

There is no training tonight.

The next time you see me, it'll only be if

you're serious about doing this properly.

About putting something of substance

together. Legitimate targets.

I'm talking about people that hurt you.

I'm talking about f***ing violence.

So go home and make a decision.

You're either with me or you're not.

If you are,

I'll be at the hotel at midday tomorrow.

If you're not, forget you ever met me.

That's them.

Two IC1 s heading towards you.

Intercept and wait for me.

How are you, man?

Go on.

Go on.

Enough, Bryant.

Enough!

- Apple bag, please.

- Give me the money and then pick it up.

You work for Terry Manning, don't you?

So what if I f***ing do?

- I have a message for him.

- What's that, then?

OK, go! Go! Come on, go!

Do you live round here?

Two drug dealers left for dead.

This is gang related. We've yet

to study the CCTV footage but...

Move along, just move along.

The investigation's ongoing

so I'd rather not comment further.

Sir, the caretaker called me up.

The monitors are on the blink.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

And you'd know about that, would you?

You'll find that I did serve five years

in the Royal Engineers.

Indeed you did.

Shall I have another go, sir?

You do what you want, Lewis.

As long as you find out

who did this, huh?

Before you smile, watch this.

Camera 2 picked you all up

making your getaway.

Be careful. I may not be there next time.

Four cameras were watching.

We got two of 'em.

Fortunately, only one of them

matters this time. Now...

These are two more faces

on the Manning payroll.

Tomorrow, they transport laundered

drug money to a safe house.

Cos they had the police in their pocket,

there's no reason for 'em to suspect.

But be careful. Faces like this

don't go down like junkies.

- Isn't it robbery?

- Hit 'em quick and hard. They'll fold.

- What about police traffic?

- I can only do so much.

Give me your f***ing keys, now.

Get down on the floor!

Down on the floor. You stay there.

You stay there. Come on!

Get down. Don't you move!

Get on the f***ing corner!

- Stay there!

- Get down, you c*nt!

Come on!

Keep down! Don't move!

Go, go! Get in! F***ing idiot!

Get in, you f***ing idiot!

F***ing idiot! What did you do?

Me? That black bastard

pushed me out the way.

- Who you calling a black 'B'?

- You, you mug.

You pushed me out of the way.

You f***ing mug!

Leave it! Leave it!

- We got something, didn't we?

- Not the point.

You're f***ing useless, all of you.

Couldn't take money

when it's sitting on a plate.

I didn't know the police

were gonna be driving by.

Shut up. You're as bad as him.

Like f***ing kids.

Extraordinary events

in a London suburb this morning.

What appeared to be a robbery

ended in thieves emptying sacks of cash

over the streets for the public.

'Extraordinary scenes indeed.

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