Rise of the Footsoldier 3 Page #3

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and give him a slap.

He went over

and he cracked his head.

This is our f***ing living.

It's how we earn our money.

Look, I'm here today

to make peace.

Let it be gone.

Honours even.

Listen, on my boy's life,

I shook your hand.

It's forgotten about now.

It's water under the bridge.

I appreciate it.

Yeah, we don't want

any more visits.

(Pat) 'C*nt.'

Who the f*** is

this little sausage?

He's just along for the ride.

Take no notice of him.

F*** off.

You trust those f***ing pikeys?

Sam said,

once they take your hand,

they never ever go back

on their word.

Did he call me a sausage?

He did, and you know

why he called you sausage?

- Why?

- Cos you look like one.

( HERB MILLER ORCHESTRA:

"Angel Divine")

Hello, Sammy.

(Pat) 'Joss and Luke.

'You dip your toe in the drug game

'and you gonna find these c*nts

hanging off the end of it.'

Well, well, well.

And to what do I owe

the pleasure?

We're here to buy you out.

- That right?

- Yeah, that's right.

We'll offer you a fair price

for the business,

and you can step aside.

- Can I?

- Yeah, you can.

Or where do you think you're

getting your f***ing drugs from?

Cos ain't you heard?

Jimmy's gone.

He got lifted by the Old Bill.

Careless bastard.

My business is worth 300k,

and you two ain't got

a pot to piss in.

- So what are you offering me?

- Don't you worry about money.

We're offering you

the chance to walk out of here

with the use

of your f***ing legs.

- What's this?

- It's a contract.

For this place.

Just need your autograph

and then you can f*** off down

the red carpet out of here.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

( HAPPY MONDAYS:

"Hallelujah Club Mix")

We're coming

back here tomorrow

with this contract signed

or you are a f***ing dead man.

(Pat)

'Finally had my day in court

'for that Happy Eater turnout.

'Crown Prosecution Service

wanted to put me away

'for a 10-stretch.

'And to be honest with you,

'if I didn't just smash

that half a gram of charlie,

'I'd be f***ing shitting myself.'

Kenny boy.

What you f***ing doing here?

- Got some bad news, Pat.

- What d'you mean?

Thought I'd tell you

in case you went down today.

- Sam's in a really bad way.

- Sam?

He got beaten up badly

last night and he's in hospital.

Who done it?

I think it was that Joss

and Luke and their lumps.

They was banking on

you going down today

- so they made their move.

- Pair of c*nts.

So, what are you gonna do now?

There's not much we can do

without you, Pat.

Listen, look, don't worry

about anything. I'll sort it.

- I ain't banged up just yet.

- Alright.

- (Woman) Pat Tate?

- Yeah?

I'm Miss Pritchard.

I've been sent to represent you.

Mr Jameson can't make it.

You're f***ing joking me,

ain't you?

How old are you?

Do you know what you're doing?

I can assure you, I'm extremely

qualified and experienced.

At what?

Getting people banged up?

We need to talk now.

Mitigation.

I need something so that

I can plead for your defence.

You are looking at

a custodial sentence, here,

and if I have something,

then I can plead

for a suspended sentence.

Look, I was out all f***ing

night drunk, on pills.

I was on a comedown.

We slipped in there

for ten minutes.

She got excited,

put her hand down me trousers

and got her hand

around me chopper.

If that mug don't come over

and interrupt us

and make himself busy,

then he don't get slapped.

It's as simple as that.

High on drink and pills does

not constitute as a defence.

The sex isn't too much of a worry.

It's the violence

that's the problem,

and you have got previous.

Look, I'll tell you what, yeah?

You go in there

and you do your best for me,

and if you get me off,

me and you will slip out

for a cup of coffee

at the Happy Eater, alright?

So, what the f*** happened?

Oh, mate, he went f***ing

mental in the courtroom.

Started smacking everyone.

Coppers, officials.

Then he jumped on the back

of a motorbike and f***ed off.

I did tell him about Sam

before he went in.

I reckon that's why

he flipped out.

- Where is he now?

- F*** knows?

(Pat) 'I was getting

the f*** out of Essex.

'Just had one little stop

to make first.'

Sam? It's me, Pat.

Hello, Pat.

Are you alright,

how you feeling?

Well, I been better, mate.

Don't move, keep still.

He f***ing stamped on my foot.

That's your Sunday football

out the window, innit?

Don't make me laugh.

What happened?

He wanted me to sign

my club over to him.

I wasn't gonna sign

my club over to him.

Yeah, don't worry

about that now.

I'm about

and I wanna sort it.

Alright.

That Luke...

- And Joss?

- Yeah, and two other lumps.

(Pat) 'Anyone who puts

their hands on a friend of mine

'is gonna f***ing get hit.

Where's your f***ing c*nt?

He's not f***ing coming out tonight.

He's at home.

- Where's he f***ing live?

- As if I'd f***ing tell you.

Where's he f***ing live?

(Woman on TV) 'Oh, yes!'

(knocking)

You took a f***ing liberty

with Sam, you c*nt.

You are so predictable, Pat.

Shame you got

f*** all up there.

You're going away

for a very long time.

(sirens blaring)

You dirty, f***ing wrong'un c*nt.

- You alright, mate?

- Stay with him.

(yelling, sirens blaring)

No, I'm still at the office, honey.

Get out!

(chattering on police radio)

(Pat) 'So, where do you go

when the Old Bill are onto you

'and you've got

no one left to turn to?

'Where do you f***ing think?'

Well, here it is.

Apart from the f***ing junkyard

and the freezing cold pool,

it ain't half bad,

you'll be alright.

Listen, I gotta be

honest with you.

It's f***ing absolutely perfect.

I love it.

Get your nut down and

I'll come see you a bit later.

- It's not bad. See you later.

- See you, son.

Don't forget about me, Tel.

(inaudible)

Help!

- Help!

- Down here, right?

(groans)

- Oi, oi! Alright, son?

- Well, there he f***ing is.

- What's the matter with you?

- What's the matter with me?

For starters, you wanna

f***ing slow down on that.

What you now,

the f***ing sniff police?

You have a f***ing problem here or what?

I mean, f*** me.

Problem? The only f***ing problem

we're gonna have, Tel,

and I mean this now,

sitting here f***ing looking at you

and you looking at me with

them silly f***ing bins on.

The only f***ing problem

we're gonna have

is the fact that I've

been f***ing pugged up

in this cunting gaff staring

at a f***ing scrap metal yard,

goats and old f***ing bird next door

and that pissy cunting pool.

Tel, you're killing me.

I'm walking around f***ing

sniffing, drinking and wanking.

That's all I'm f***ing doing.

I begged you

to f***ing put me to work.

You're taking

the piss out of me.

What d'you want me to do?

You f***ing flopped to me.

I'm f***ing trying my best.

Listen, cop for that.

You start tomorrow.

Come on, son. I get it.

I'm sorry, alright?

We'll sort it out.

What have you done

to my f***ing pool?

Come on and see me

I'm a bad man player

It's gonna take more

than a foot in the heart

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