Rise Of The Footsoldier Page #9

- Put your hands on the f***ing dash!

Whoa!

What's this about?

The brothers want

a word with you, Pat.

- Tell your bloke to follow that car.

- I ain't going...

Makes no difference

whether you drive or I drive.

- Do you get the picture?

- It's a pretty gory picture at that.

You boys have become

a f***ing nuisance.

We heard about your little fit down

at the pizza parlor, Pat.

We spunked in our pants.

Then we remembered how much

money you owe us.

Listen. I'm trying to get

all your dough back now.

Whatever problem you've got with Pat

has got f***-all to do with me.

F*** off, Tucker.

It's got everything to do with you.

You're all involved.

All f***ing out of control,

ripping off every c*nt

from here to Hounslow.

Well, it stops tonight.

Shoot that c*nt.

Please don't shoot me.

Come on,

take it like a man, son.

Ain't that bad.

All be over in a moment.

- F*** you, you f***ing c*nt!

- You next, Tucker.

But these were just paranoid theories

being handed out left, right and center.

The newspapers started

printing any old sh*t

from small-time crooks

and wannabes.

Apparently half of Essex was

an expert on the subject.

And what's this then?

- I have a lot of young lads...

- Six months later

Darren Nicholls was nicked

with 10 kilos of puff in his boot.

Before anyone

thought much about it,

he was busy grassing to

the Old Bill about the triple murders.

# Walk away, walk away #

# Walk away now #

# Walk away, walk away #

# Walk away now... #

Mickey Steel has

f***ed up everything.

I've spent years sweetening up

these f***ing contacts.

He's made me

look like a right mug

and us look like we don't know

what we're doing.

I've told everyone I know

what a f***ing c*nt he is.

Okay, shut the f*** up.

He's heading towards

our table right now.

Tony, Pat, how's it going?

So what have you got to tell us

that's so f***ing important?

I've got

something coming up...

something big...

so big it's gonna make

that last deal look like

pocket money by comparison.

Yeah? I hope by that

you mean pocket money

and not pocketing

our f***ing money.

- What's happening, chaps?

- Sit down, shut your mouth and listen.

I've been hired

by this Dutch firm to do a job,

a job that involves my plane

and a shitload of white.

How much?

I'm meant to be bringing

over 30 kilos of Columbian pure,

land my plane

in a field near Rettendon.

- How much is that worth?

- It depends on the quality.

It's the bollocks. They've already

paid me 50,000 up front.

The drugs are

standing by in Holland.

They're all set to go.

I'm meant to be bringing it over

in the next few days

when the weather improves.

- So what's the plan, mate?

- Do what you two do best...

rob the c*nts.

I'll tell you where and when

I'll be landing the plane.

There'll be two others

on board with me.

You steam in really strong,

stick guns in our faces...

bish bash... pinch the gear.

Simple as that.

What do you reckon?

Well, I won't kid you...

if that gear is proper,

we've got to be talking

about 100 mill.

- Exactly.

- So what do you want out of it?

Bust it up three ways.

A third? You're having

a f***ing laugh, ain't you?

That's fine.

That's a fair deal.

# And did you think

that I'd stay #

# In your destructive life? #

# And did you think I'd be okay #

# And someday be your wife? #

# And if I'm here, I live in fear #

# Why'd you go so far? #

# You can see that it's me... #

We'll have to make this

look convincing though.

They can't know

you're in on it, Mickey.

We'll have to f*** you up a bit,

maybe knock a few teeth out.

I can handle a couple

of broken teeth for 10 kilos.

This is the big time, Carl.

We're talking numbers

with shitloads of zeros on the end.

You're talking like

it's already in the bag.

Mickey's assured us

it's all going ahead.

- He's already been paid.

- Yeah, he's been paid, you ain't.

- Trust me, it's on.

- Just be careful, will you?

Pat's running around the whole

of f***ing Essex shouting his mouth off

and if this gets back

to you, you're f***ed.

Relax, mate.

You worry too much.

It's all good.

I want to tell you something.

I'm surrounded

by a lot of people,

but I know they

just want a piece of me.

With you it's different.

You just want to be my friend.

You know,

you're the only one I fully trust.

- Same.

- I want to do something for you.

I'm gonna give you

30,000 out of this.

Don't be silly.

You don't owe me nothing.

I know, mate. I also know you'd do

the same for me if you had a deal

- like this going down.

- Yeah, of course. You know that.

I'm gonna give you money

for two reasons, Carlton.

Firstly, you're broke.

All right.

What's the other reason?

You never asked me

for a f***ing thing.

Things are gonna quiet down

a lot in the new year.

When this deal goes down,

I'm going into semiretirement.

Do you know what?

That's not such a bad idea.

I'm gonna slip off, all right?

I promised Denny I'd have

a family dinner tonight.

- Sounds good, mate.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I just fancy

a quiet one for a change.

- And thanks.

- No worries, mate.

- All right.

- Love you. See you, mate.

- Hello?

- Hey, Darren.

What are you

up to this evening?

- Why? What's up?

- Me and Jack need a favor.

Tony, it's Pat. I just got

off the phone with our pal Mickey.

- Are we on for it?

- No, too much snow on the ground,

but he reckons we're on

for the day after tomorrow.

- I can't f***ing wait.

- Tone, listen up.

Mickey wants to show us exactly

where he wants to land his plane.

So are you and Rolfe up

for a little meet later?

It's cold, isn't it?

You should've put a coat on then.

Well, I didn't realize the plan was

to sit in the motor

and freeze to death.

The plan is we wait

for Pat to turn up,

then we drive to where Mickey is

landing the plane.

Tell me why again.

Mickey wants you there

in the background,

just to make sure

everything's all right.

Pat's been unpredictable lately,

in case you haven't

f***ing noticed.

Listen. I've been doing

a lot of thinking about all this.

Why don't we nick all the gear

and do Mickey with the others?

I thought he was your pal.

That was before

he f***ed us over, monkey boy.

I got no loyalty

to that c*nt no more.

He's the only one

who can link us to this robbery.

I'm game.

Okay, let's go.

Right. Drive down

the road about half a mile.

You sit tight

and wait for my call.

- Where's your phone?

- It's in me pocket.

You won't hear the f***ing thing

ring in there, will you?

Put it on the dashboard.

I ain't gotta ask you

if that thing is turned on, have I?

Of course it's turned on.

What do you think I am?

Are you sure?

I thought it was on.

Darren,

I'm f***ing speechless.

I don't know why

Mickey puts up with you.

You're a useless c*nt.

- Fat c*nt.

- What?

- What did you say?

- Nothing.

And don't go playing

that f***ing radio either.

It's vital you hear that phone ring.

Can I stick the tape on?

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