Rise Of The Footsoldier Page #7

You're on parole, Pat.

Yeah well, f*** all that.

That wrong'un has gotta go

because he's made me and him look

like a right pair of c*nts.

All right.

Well, you just get well

and I'll come see you

in Chelmsford nick,

all right?

- Hello?

- Carlton, it's Jimmy.

He said they'd rape my sister.

They threatened my dad.

They smashed up my house.

They call me 10 times a day,

leaving threats on my answerphone.

Don't cry, son.

All right?

It's not gonna help.

I can't believe

they turned on me like that.

I shot at Pat because I knew...

I knew there was no other way.

They'll never stop now.

Never.

Until I'm dead.

Let me speak to Tony

and I'll see what I can do.

It's too late for that.

It's too f***ing late for that.

There's only one way to make sure

my family stays safe.

I wanna die.

You just slow down.

No, listen. I know you're

as harsh as they are, Carlton,

but at least you're always fair.

At least you're always f***ing fair.

Tony doesn't have

a set of rules you can live by.

I need you...

I need you to kill me.

You what?

I'm too scared

to do it by myself.

Please...

protect my family...

and shoot me.

You can't ask me that.

You can't ask anybody...

I don't know what else to do.

I don't know what else to do.

Well, you can start

by putting the gun down.

And then you get

yourself out of Essex

and you lay low for awhile.

You keep yourself out

of f***ing trouble

and I'll see what I can do.

Do you hear me?

Well, it was bound

to f***ing happen.

The nurse came in

and changed Pat's bed

while he was in surgery

and found his gun.

Pat went straight back

to prison on violation of his parole.

Couple of days later, Jimmy was

picked up with an unlicensed firearm.

Although it wasn't

the gun that shot Pat,

it was still enough to put him

behind bars for a stretch.

Best place for him, really.

He'd be safer on the inside.

All right, Carlton?

F*** me. What's this?

You ain't on brown as well, are you?

- It's Nubain.

- Looks like heroin to me.

- Well, it f***ing ain't.

- I can vouch for that, Carlton.

You? Don't make me laugh.

I think we'd better have a talk.

What's him and that

walking clap doing here?

They make me f***ing itch

just looking at them.

Can't you just get along

with them for me, Carl?

I put up with the c*nt.

That's about it.

Anyway, I thought you was knocking it

on the head now that Pat's inside.

When was the last time

you were clean, for f***'s sake?

F*** clean.

I can work 22 hours a day like this.

Yeah, but for how long?

You'll be f***ing dead

carrying on like that.

What's the story with this kitchen?

I thought you said that geezer would

have it done by now.

- So did I.

- He's taking a f***ing piss, isn't he?

Come and check this out.

I had to teach him not

to f*** with me, Carlton.

Definitely something

wrong with you.

- Come on!

- It had been almost a year

since Pat had

gone back to prison.

Tony and Craig were becoming

increasingly powerful

in the drug world

while he was inside.

Pat wanted to get

right back in with them.

You all right, son?

You look a bit long in the boat.

Who f***ed your mother?

Tell us, we'll sort him out.

He's a c*nt, ain't he?

How would you like to come

on a little deal with us?

Be a good little earner.

Tell him, Pat.

Mickey Steele's got

a shipment coming in from Holland.

300 a kilo.

Not cheap, I know,

but he reckons

there's no f***ing chance

- of anybody getting pulled by customs.

- And how do you know that?

Because they don't get some f***ing mug

to bring it in on the ferry.

They bring it

across the channel on a powerboat.

They've done it

f***ing 100 times.

Now Mickey needs 80 large

up front to get the gear.

He's in for 15,000.

I'm in for 40,000.

F***ing 40,000?

You ain't got 40 large, Pat.

Yeah, but I will

in a couple of days, won't I?

- How's that then?

- Tone, I told you twice.

I've got all these

contacts sorted out.

You make me laugh. I didn't spend

all my time in the nick wanking.

- Yes, you f***ing did.

- Yeah, you're right.

"F***ing let me out!"

I don't know. We'll see, all right?

Shut up.

What's the matter with you?

Even the f***ing

dancing monkey's in for 6,000.

Tony, will you fill

him in on the rest,

'cause I've got to try my luck

with that little blonde tart over there.

- What do you reckon?

- Filth, mate.

No, utter f***ing filth.

With a little bit of luck,

I might get a golden shower tonight.

So what do you reckon, mate?

No, I ain't got

the dough, all right?

I've got nothing put aside.

You heard what Pat said,

you're guaranteed

to double up your money on this.

Yeah well, his idea of a guarantee

and mine are two different things.

I'm just trying

to help you out, mate.

Yeah, I know. I appreciate it.

I don't want to fall out over this.

You're my brother, Carlton,

and I f***ing love you.

It's good to know someone

is looking out for me.

Yeah, always. You know that.

Do me a favor.

just be careful of him.

- Get off me!

- Go! Go!

- Get off me!

- Go! Go!

Pat was at it again,

and even Tony could see

he had become a liability.

In a drug-fueled rage,

he threw the one person

who still stuck by him,

Kate Carter, out of his house.

She ran straight to Mickey Steele,

her closest friend while Pat was inside.

Then the dope deal went tits up

when it turned out

the gear was moody.

You couldn't even burn it,

let alone smoke it.

Mick, listen to me.

You couldn't con

a 12-year-old with that gear.

It's sh*t and I'm down 40,000.

- I'll sort it out.

- You f***ing will, you slippery c*nt,

or I'm gonna come around there

and sort you out.

- Jesus Christ, Pat.

- Jesus Christ?

Jesus f***ing Christ?

You'll be screaming that, you mug,

when I come around there

and do you with this blade,

you f***ing no-good c*nt!

Pat may have been

a f***ing loon,

but this time he was ranting

for a good reason.

He'd only gone

and borrowed 40,000 off

the most feared criminals in Essex...

the Hexell brothers.

The deal was that

in two weeks time

he'd pay them back 50,000.

Look, he's been

to Amsterdam two or three times,

this time he lost the gear.

I swear on my f***ing life I wouldn't

dream about having you two over.

Mickey Steele's

done this to all of us.

Mickey Steele's your f***ing mate.

Why would he do that?

Let me get ahold of him,

I'll bring him in front of you,

I'll put a blade to his throat

and when you're satisfied, I'll do him.

They gave him a month

to come up with the goods.

And after a lot of agg,

Darren Nicholls and Mickey Steele

went to Amsterdam

and recovered the money.

Pat and the boys may have

got their dough back,

but that was it.

They hadn't made a bean.

They'd had their time wasted,

and Pat, he was still 10,000 short

of what he owed the brothers.

It's f***ing lovely.

Yeah, a nice bit of kit.

Are you gonna help

a girl in trouble, Mickey?

You can stay here

as long as you need.

Don't worry about it.

Pat is shouting his mouth off

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