Rise of the Footsoldier 3 Page #4

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If you're ever gonna

kill this soldier

Actions speak

a little louder than words

I don't suffer fools on Sunday

I'll probably defer until Monday

You can say what you say

Just me as it's use

Well, did I forget to tell you

Let me tell you now f*** it

You're so unpredictable

Hey, have a look

at these sh*t c*nts.

Morning, mate.

Your name Hans f***ing Gruner?

- Yeah.

- You look like a f***ing shrunken Adolf.

Where's that cunting money

you owe?

Momma gonna feed you

some soul food

Put your bread on your butter

Spend some time on his heels

- Let's get pretty funky

- That's him there.

Stop singing the blues

Rats don't like water,

you gerbil c*nt.

Did I forget to tell you

Let me tell you now

Stop it

You're so unpredictable

And tell your f***ing posh mates

down the f***ing port selling pills

with no f***ing permission,

every bit of money they've had

for the last f***ing 18 months

we want.

You seem like a lovely kid

but give me ten f***ing lengths,

you fat c*nt.

You can say what you want

Trust me as a tune

Did I forget to tell you

Let me tell you now

F*** it

You're so unpredictable

I'm a bad man player

I'm a bad man player, baby

I'm a bad man player

Oi! Oi!

What's up, you bollocks?

What are you f***ing doing?

I been calling all f***ing day.

In bed again with a brass

and f***ing coke!

Who you talking to?

Where's my f***ing money,

you c*nt?

Who are you talking to,

you c*nt?

You talking to me like

I'm some type of mug?

One of them silly c*nts

that works for you

down the f***ing port?

Coming in here...

F*** off, you c*nt!

That f***ing money

that I f***ing earned,

that money's mine.

It's nothing to f***ing do

with you, right?

We're supposed to be

working together, mate.

I'm not your f***ing mate.

Get out of my room.

Don't f***ing talk to me again.

I f***ing eat geezers

like you at home.

F***ing eat them!

- Get out, you c*nt!

- (Woman screams)

You want your money?

There's your f***ing money.

But the rest is f***ing mine,

you c*nt.

Now f*** off. F*** off.

What do you mean? Listen.

You ever tried looking after

a f***ing 6'4" psychotic yeti?

Mate, listen,

the c*nt's gotta go.

I can't have him

wrapped around me.

He's a f***ing liability.

Oi, remember me?

Hello, Pat.

You f***ed me.

You and Frank set me up.

We had a blinding thing going

and you had me over.

We had nothing to do with it.

We wouldn't do

a thing like that.

Frankie was really mad when

he found out what happened.

- Is that right?

- Yeah, of course it is.

Look, why don't you

come with me,

we can unwind,

then have that drink.

Frankie gets back tomorrow

and you can straighten it all out.

What do you take me for?

Some kind of c*nt?

You really expect me to trust you?

Come on, Pat.

Make yourself comfortable.

I'll be right back.

Give me a kiss.

You're a f***ing prick tease.

Ain't you?

F***ing hurry up.

Pat, the f***ing hard man.

Smashes a teenage kid

half to death in Happy Eater.

Makes you a big shot, eh?

Gives you respect.

Well, let me tell you,

here's different.

This is the big league.

Somebody misbehaves here,

we don't slap them around.

We kill them.

You are very ambitious

and that'll get you killed

quicker than anything.

Look, Frank, I'm not trying

to kid you, here.

I came here to make up.

I can tell

you're not interested,

so get one of them mugs outside

drop me back down the port

and we'll forget

everything ever happened.

No, the truth is, Patrick,

you f***ed around

with a couple of my blokes

and that all turned

really f***ing nasty.

Them pair of c*nts

f***ing asked for it.

We bought the f***ing drugs

and they tried to nick them back.

Are you f***ing stupid?

Right now here you don't exist.

You're an alien.

And as far as the f***ing

Spanish Old Bill is concerned,

they love it when gangsters

start killing one other.

They don't even bother to investigate.

They couldn't give a flying f***.

Listen to me, you stupid

f***ing arrogant looking c*nt.

How about I kill you?

Like you said, I'm doing

Old Bill a f***ing favour!

Welcome to Gibraltar, c*nt.

(Pat) 'Friends in Spain?

Friends in f***ing Spain?

'Don't talk to me about

f***ing friends in Spain.

'Don't make me f***ing laugh!

'As far as I'm concerned,

'the whole country's a f***ing

no-good cunting shithole

'and anyone who's in it is

a f***ing no-good wrong'un c*nt.

'Because what

you don't understand, see,

'what you don't

understand is loyalty.

'Loyalty and friendship

means more to me

'than some f***ing sunshine

'and cheap, cock-sucking

slaggy brass.'

- Hello?

- Charlotte.

Who do you think it is,

you silly c*nt?

You f***ing had me over.

Put Harris on.

Here's not here.

Don't give me that f***ing bollocks.

Put Harris on!

Why don't you call back

when you've found your manners?

Listen to me...

Back off, wait!

You tell that f***ing

soapy muggy c*nt

I'm coming out there

and I'm gonna f***ing get him.

I can't wait

to see you too, darling.

What you say?

F***ing hold on a minute.

I'm terribly sorry they put you away.

I wish you were here.

You f***ing liberty-taking sh*t c*nt.

Don't f***ing talk

to me like that.

Woman or no f***ing woman,

I'll f***ing tear

your cunting face off!

I told you to wait, you c*nt.

(Pat) 'As sh*t as prison life is,

it does have its perks.

'No booze, no gear.

'Nothing to do all day apart

from lift f***ing weights.

'I was getting clean,

back to my fighting weight.'

Alright, Lewis.

Message from Mad Dog.

He says you ain't

king of f*** all no more!

Stay out of this, Pat.

This is none of your business.

You start killing people in my gym

it's my f***ing business.

Your f***ing gym?

Who says it's your f***ing gym?

I f***ing do.

- C*nt, c*nt, c*nt!

- Enough, enough.

You'll get us f***ing nicked.

Enough.

C*nt!

(Pat) 'Lewis Hexell was a face.

'He had half the screws

on the payroll,

'and he even had the governor

in his back pocket.'

- Lewis.

- Pat.

- Thanks, Pat.

- No worries, son.

I'm not in the drugs business

directly as such.

I can't be dealing with the filth

that control

the in and out of the game.

Well, there's a lot

of money to be earned.

If you're willing to demean

yourself a little bit more,

but I'm talking f***ing bundles.

I think of myself

more as a facilitator.

What the f***'s a facilitator?

I put people together.

The right people,

if it's in my interest.

Pat... Cop for that.

- How good's that?

- It's pure.

- Are you earning with it?

- I get a lot of money, Pat.

Listen, give me a chance

and I'll get you a f***ing lot more.

Alright.

Mickey!

Hey, Lewis. How you doing?

Heard you had a bit

of a problem? You alright?

I'm alright.

Thanks to my new friend, here.

- Pat, Mickey.

- How you doing, Pat?

(Pat) 'Mickey Steele.

'He was one of the biggest

importers of drugs in Essex.

'He was also the eyes and

ears of the Hexell brothers.'

Any friend of Lewis's

is a friend of mine.

That's good to know.

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