Rise Of The Footsoldier Page #3

I know you, don't I?

- Do you?

- Yeah.

- You're Carlton Leach.

- What's your name then?

I'm Tony Tucker.

We grew up near each other.

You and your lot used to play football

with my mate's brother.

No, I don't remember that.

I've seen you about.

You work out down at the gym, don't you?

So how long you been

going down to Talbot's for?

Don't know.

A couple of years.

You follow any kind of program?

Nah, I just lift when I feel like it.

You should have some direction, mate.

You want to lump up,

then you've got to know a thing or two.

Take me...

I'm not going full-on right now,

but I look after myself.

I take the right supplements

and I sell them too...

the legal kind

and the naughty stuff.

What is this,

some sort of sales pitch?

Give over,

I wouldn't charge you f***-all.

I'm just telling you

what I do.

I mean, I've heard of you.

I know what you get up to.

I'm into the same game.

I feel it's always worth having

something on the side, you know?

Oh yeah,

I can see that.

- You want to join us?

- Yeah, why not?

You'll f***ing love 'em.

They're as thick as sh*t

and f***ing gagging for it.

You start off on creatine,

you increase protein

and you work out hard.

But it don't last that long, 'cause you

look at the other lads in the gym

and you think,

"Hang on a f***ing minute.

What's his secret?"

Anabolic steroids.

They help the body

produce more protein

which in turn

increases muscle mass

which means you can

work out longer and harder.

I started off injecting Anavar...

fairly mild as steroids go.

Nothing could last forever

and club land was no different.

With the kind of money

that was floating about,

it was only a matter of time

before the dealers

started turning each other over.

Why go through all the effort and risk

of importing the drugs yourself

when you can just go

and rob some c*nt who has?

- There he is!

- Let's f***ing do him!

Drive!

Now the dealers can

hardly go to Old Bill,

so they go to

the next best thing...

muscle for hire.

We started doing punishment

as well as protection.

I mean, why not?

This is good.

You ever used one of these?

It's a bone saw.

Listen. I'm gonna go

and make a cup of tea...

and you can think

about what you've done.

Cycling, stacking...

six weeks on,

six weeks off,

Work hard, lift big.

Pure muscle...

f***ing packing it on.

You know,

someone once told me

the thing about being

ripped off is,

you have to be prepared to spend

double what was stolen

on catching and making

an example of the thief.

Please. Please.

I've got kids.

I've got a wife.

I wouldn't worry

about that for now.

I mean, you're not exactly much

of a catch, are you?

She'll get over it.

Yeah, she'll probably

be sucking fresh cock by next week.

Trust me, I know the sort.

Please help me.

Please help me.

And that's what happened

to the lucky ones.

All right?

Mmm.

Are you forgetting something?

What?

Tonight... a special dinner?

Our anniversary?

Listen, darling,

I'm tired, all right?

It's been a hard day.

I just wanna have something to eat

and go have

a lay down, all right?

Can you get up?

I need something to eat. Go on.

For f***'s sake, Carlton,

it's our anniversary tonight.

Am I talking to myself?

What did I just say to you?

Get my dinner. Now. Move it.

- What's that?

- What's what?

What is that?

It's seared chicken

with Jersey Royals.

I cooked it

right from the book.

Well, thanks for telling me,

'cause I can't f***ing see it.

Take it away.

All right? Just take it away.

Go on, get it out of my sight.

Listen, you lazy c*nt, just...

f*** you!

You want to f***ing hit me?

Hey! You want to f***ing hit me?

You want to hit me, do you?

I f***ing hate you,

you bastard!

- You had to f***ing start!

- Get out!

Eh? See what you done?

How could you do this to me?

- How could you do this to me?

- F***ing stop!

Who the f***

do you think you are?

I put my f***ing life

on the line for you every night

and you can't even cook me

a f***ing meal, you lazy c*nt!

Is that c*nt banging?

Is that f***ing c*nt banging again?

- You old f***er!

- Piss off! Just get out!

Shut up, you horrible c*nt!

Shut up!

Shut up! Just shut up!

- Shut up. Shut up.

- You f***ing useless cow. F*** off.

You think you know me, eh?

Go on, hurt me.

Go on, bruise me.

- Yeah yeah?

- Go on, make a mark.

Well, how about I bite

your f***ing nose off?

You want me to tear that

f***ing nose off of yours? Eh?

Is that what you want?

Don't you f***ing dare!

Like this, do you?

Do you like this?

Go on, Carlton.

Go on, f*** me.

Go on.

Go on, f*** me then.

F*** me properly, go on.

Come on, f*** me hard

like you used to.

Yeah, go on.

Be a man for once in your life.

- F***ing...

- Go on. Go on.

Come on.

You disgust me.

The steroids left

my whole body shaking,

crying out for food.

I couldn't think straight.

They don't just make

your muscles big,

they f*** your head up...

roid rage.

I left the Anavar behind

and moved on

to the heavier stuff.

I was injecting myself

with testosterone,

Sustanon...

anything I could lay me hands on.

Baby, please come back.

I took to carrying jars

of baby food everywhere I went.

My body was clucking

for nutrients,

and I'd guzzle down

six jars at a time.

How long have

you been flogging your company for?

I ain't flogging it.

It's doing all right.

You're turning over some good money.

You don't even have an accountant.

Are you f***ing listening

to me, Carlton?

- Yeah.

- You sit there eating baby food,

I'm trying to f***ing give you

some advice about your business.

All right. I like it.

It's all right.

I know you f***ing like it.

I'm trying to help you out here...

- All right, mate.

...you stupid c*nt.

What you've got to do is, you've got

to play the f***ing game, mate.

You run a company for a year,

then you liquidate it,

swap the directors around.

Keep your money moving and

those c*nts won't know where to find it.

Yeah, but I'm not good

with all that paperwork bollocks.

You've only got

to f***ing ask, mate.

Tony ran security at some

of the top nightclubs in Essex.

I had some of the toughest doors

in London.

Joining forces seemed

like a good idea.

It's been confirmed

that US forces

are being sent to the area.

The UN Security Council

passed Resolution 660

condemning the invasion

and demanding a withdrawal.

- Hello.

- Carlton, it's Terry.

I need to see you.

It's urgent.

Have you ever heard

of the Baran brothers?

Turkish scag dealers.

Yeah, go on.

Well, Eddie was doing a bit

of minding work for 'em...

you know, babysitting

the odd shipment and that...

and we was helping him.

Heroin. Mug's game.

I told everybody in my firm

to stay well clear.

And? Come on, spit it out,

you c*nt. Who's involved?

Andy Riot, Jason, Eddie and me.

Well, it was Eddie

that sorted it out.

He said we'd do a bit of work

for the Turks and get paid handsome,

- but...

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