Rise Of The Footsoldier Page #6

all f***ing day

- and you don't answer!

- I was f***ed up...

- in bed!

- I've had to make two handoffs myself.

Now what if I'd gotten

f***ing nicked?

I'm sorry, Tony.

I'm sorry.

"I'm sorry."

You're a f***ing waste

of space, Craig.

You're off the f***ing firm!

If you want

your mortgage paid,

you can whistle out

of your ass for it,

you f***ing useless c*nt!

The firm was Craig's life,

and without it he had no direction,

no purpose.

He wanted to be back inside,

no matter what.

Have a seat, sir.

Fancy a puff of that?

No, have you got

anything stronger?

I thought you were

off the heavy stuff.

Yeah, I am. I have

a little dabble now and again,

but basically I'm clean.

Are you sure?

It's good stuff, pretty boy.

Don't call him pretty boy.

Why not? He's pretty.

Why don't you

just f*** him then?

Look, mate. I don't want to get

in the middle of some domestic, do I?

Oh, she's been

on my case all day.

Just ignore her,

then she might f*** off.

That's f***ing charming.

Look at the state of her.

All right, mate. Just get over it

and let's do some business, yeah?

Right, here's your 20 kilos.

So where's the money?

I ain't got no money.

Now why would I bother paying

a f***ing insect like you?

Who you calling a f***ing insect?

What would you prefer?

Ex-scaghead two-bob junkie c*nt?

F***ing c*nt!

So f***ing easy.

F***. Come here.

You ain't gonna get far

with 50 mils of Largactil

in your beer.

I know you like drugs, Chris.

You've had a right touch.

'Cause tonight...

I'm gonna give you all the drugs

you'll ever need.

Don't look so upset, mate.

It's a freebie.

I know you're

a little skint at the moment,

what with you owing

Tony two grand.

What are you talking about?

What are

you talking about?

You thought you were

gonna swerve him,

but I'm here to f***ing collect.

What have you given him?

Ketamine.

Hey, babe, get me a beer.

Yeah, sure.

Does Chris want one?

Nah. He's had enough tonight.

Why are we stopping?

Just dropping Chris off, babe.

Yeah, but he doesn't

live here, does he?

Get out there, you fat c*nt.

You ain't gonna

f***ing believe this.

He's only gone and killed Chris.

You can say he's a f***ing useless

spastic sh*t-c*nt,

but if that's not dedication,

I don't know what f***ing is.

He's a f***ing liability, isn't he?

What's he doing going around murdering

some kid for two grand?

Tony, it's unnecessary.

No, he's all right, Carl.

Anyway, I already told him

he's back in the firm, mate.

# Baby, I need you here with me #

# because I'm trying... #

Along with working together,

me and Tony did a couple

of little earners on the side.

Jimmy G had set up a deal

for some stolen traveler's checks,

but after four canceled meets,

Tony had got the hump.

My time ain't f***ing free.

I've been up and down

the A13 nine times for that c*nt,

and he gobbed off to Emma

about me f***ing that Chinky bird.

She's been at me all f***ing week.

Me and Craig are

gonna punish the c*nt.

You wanna come?

Look, if you're gonna slap

the geezer, just f***ing slap him.

What do you need

me and Craig for?

'Cause we're gonna do a demolition job

on the c*nt, that's why.

Oh, look, leave it out, all right?

- You need to calm down, don't you?

- You don't want in?

No. No, I don't want in.

- Oi, Jimmy. Hurry up, will you?

- What's happening, Jim?

- All right, boys?

- How are you, mate? You all right?

- F***.

- Get the f*** back, Tony!

- I'll f***ing kill you.

- I'm f***ing doing it! I swear to God!

Calm down!

I'll f***ing hit you!

Come on...

Get off me!

Tony, I f***ing love you.

Please don't hurt me.

Don't listen to him, Tony!

Think of all the agg

he's cause you!

Yeah, all the agg you've caused me,

you f***ing sh*t-c*nt!

What do you think, Jimmy?

Craig, take the TV, video and hi-fi

and shove it

in the back of the motor.

I'm fining you, Jimmy.

Is that fair enough?

- Get off!

- Burn him, Tone.

- Burn him.

- No, don't burn me!

- Burn the c*nt! Burn him, Tone!

- No, please.

Tony, no!

Tony! F*** you! Please! Oh God!

Oh, f***.

F*** you!

- No more, Tony.

- "No more"? We've hardly even started.

F*** you! F*** you!

You c*nt!

You bastard!

Craig, what you f***ing

let him get away for?

I had the CD player

in me hands.

F***ing soppy c*nt.

You're rolling around

on the floor for two minutes,

you f***ing idiot.

Now get in

the f***ing motor.

- Yes?

- Are you Jimmy's dad?

Yeah, why?

What's this about?

- Is he in?

- No, why? What's this about?

'Cause we're looking for him,

you f***ing Welsh c*nt.

You f***ing tell him

to meet us face to face

or I'm gonna come in there

and start cutting your daughter's

fingers off one at a time.

- You got that?

- Yeah.

I said have you got that?

Have you f***ing got that?

Yeah, I got it.

Jimmy, don't! Please don't!

You f***ing... you f***ing c*nt!

Oh my God! Oh my God!

Are you all right?

Is the baby all right?

- F***ing Jimmy!

- Pat!

You f***ing c*nt!

Come back!

You f***ing mug!

I'm gonna kill you, you c*nt!

- I'm gonna kill you!

- Pat! Come back!

Yo, Jimmy!

Where the f*** are you?

- Jimmy.

- Jimmy!

Jimmy's f***ing gone.

Jimmy's f***ing dead!

F***ing hell! Run!

F***ing...

F*** you! Come on!

Who's laughing now?

Welcome to

the f***ing neighborhood!

Evening.

This is supposed to be

a hospital, isn't it?

What's the matter with you?

Do you want a line, Carlton?

You lads are taking the piss, huh?

Yeah, f***ing right we are, mate.

Here, have a go with Sadie.

- That's Sandy.

- Yeah, whatever.

I'm paying her

a f***ing three-a a day

and she likes to earn her money.

Don't you, babe?

- Sucks a f***ing blinding cock.

- I sure do.

- No, you're all right, love.

- Are you sure?

- It's no bother.

- No thanks.

You remember Darren, don't you?

- Yeah, we met at your party.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, I was with Mickey.

- Yeah, the old geezer.

We was all

in the nick together.

Yeah well, you'll be back in there

if Old Bill turn up here,

see this place.

Look at the state you're in.

There's f***ing cocaine

all over the bed, Tony.

Who in this hospital

is gonna grass us up?

I still can't believe

it was Jimmy that put you in here.

Yeah? Well, that no-good c*nt's

gonna end up in a box

when I get ahold of him.

Craig, visiting time is over.

Get these others out of here.

- But we've been having so much fun.

- F*** off.

I'll see you later, Pat.

I'll give your best to Mickey.

Come on, babe.

Come on, babe.

Here, Darren.

Don't forget to tell Mickey

about that little bit of business.

Oh, yeah yeah yeah. Sweet.

Here, Carlton.

I need you

to get Jimmy down here.

Tell him I want to sort things out

and put an end to this,

but I need you to get him

down here and we'll do the rest.

Meaning?

Meaning I'm gonna

do him with this.

And I'll get rid

of the gun and the body.

Oh, that's a f***ing cracking idea.

You're just gonna go

and shoot someone in a hospital?

Behave yourself, will you?

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