Rise of the Footsoldier 3 Page #5

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Listen, thanks for taking

the time to come and see me

in this f***ing shithole.

It's nice to see you.

It's been a while.

Tony, let me ask you something.

Do you know

the Hexell brothers?

Of course. Heavy duty.

Well, I'm in here with Lewis,

the older one.

He's just finishing off his holiday.

I got a little bit

more bird to do,

then I'm out and then we can

go to work, seriously.

- What kind of work?

- Drugs.

The best f***ing quality

you've ever laid your eyes on.

And once this sh*t is

peddled in the Southend,

no one's gonna go

anywhere else for it.

- Ecstasy?

- Yeah, but not normal ecstasy.

- That is pure gear.

- I doubt it.

I'm telling you. Try one.

( ROUGHNECK:

"Everybody Be Somebody" on radio)

- Well?

- We need a f***ing guinea pig.

What for?

Pat Tate wants us

to go into business.

What you think?

I mean, he's in f***ing prison,

so it ain't a good start.

- F*** it, I'm gonna take one.

- What the f*** you doing?

We know nothing

about those f***ing pills.

F***'s wrong with you?

How you gonna drive the motor

when that sh*t kicks in,

you silly c*nt?

F***ing ecstasy, Tone.

It ain't f***ing scag.

I could take this

and fly a f***ing plane,

with me balls getting sucked

at the same time.

Everybody wants to be somebody

Everybody

Needs somebody

Everybody be somebody

Oh, f*** it.

- (Tony laughs)

- Argh.

- Wanna chip?

- No.

No, f*** the chips!

- F***ing Jesus.

- Want some cheese?

You're some sort of c*nt,

ain't you? Talking to me?

You're off your f***ing nut!

It's kicking in then, yeah?

I don't even wanna

f***ing come down.

F***ing have it!

Serious. No, listen to me.

Educate me, Mick, please.

I wanna know about

this f***ing drug running game.

Well, Jack here,

he organizes all the permits,

the paperwork

that gets us into Holland.

'Looks after the boat,

makes sure it runs sweet.

'All the bits

and pieces, you know?'

- I'm the details man.

- Yeah.

Without details, Pat, you end up

all at sea, literally, right?

Turns you into

a weather-obsessive,

cos it can turn from a millpond

into a Force-8 just like that.

Hold on a minute.

- Jimmy f***ing G.

- F***ing hell, Pat.

What are you doing here?

You remember that f***ing thing

with that Joss and Luke?

Well, it turns out I was f***ing right.

They set me up.

So how long you got to go?

Two months, three weeks,

couple of days

and a few naughty hours.

You got a f***ing result, mate.

You'll be out

before you know it.

Hey, look.

I don't know if you know,

but that Joss's firm,

he's looking at taking over

all of the f***ing clubs on the strip.

They're gonna

monopolize on everything.

Yeah, but that just depends

on one thing, doesn't it?

How much muscle they got

wrapped around them.

Well, they're pretty f***ing

heavy duty by all accounts.

That's fixable.

Pat...

What cell you in?

On D wing, last cell

at the end on the ones.

Listen, we got some agg

down in Southend.

A couple of geezers making

theirselves f***ing busy,

trying to muscle in

and ruin the party for everyone.

This is gonna

affect us all, Mick.

Yeah, well, the loud ones

never last, Pat. You know that.

(Man) F***ing blown.

Joss, some geezer wants a word.

- You alright?

- You look nervous. What's up?

My boy, seems he stole some drugs,

a bag of pills or something.

I don't know, I don't

understand all these things,

but I do know

he shouldn't have.

Look, mate, I understand your

problem with kids these days.

I mean, we deal with it

on a daily basis, right?

- Where is he now?

- He's outside.

Just wants to come in, say he's sorry

and try and sort this out.

Go get him in. Relax.

It's in my interest

to sort things out, right?

I mean, I'm the one

who's out of pocket.

Ask and it shall be given to you.

Seek and you shall find.

Matthew, verse seven.

Hallelujah.

Move your arse.

Here. Sit down.

Look, son.

I've listened to your dad.

And the fact that

you've come here

to face up to it,

well, that bodes well.

But stealing?

Well, that's a crime.

I mean, the law says so,

and f*** me if Jesus Christ

doesn't say so, too.

But stealing from me,

well, that's the worse crime

you could commit.

(screams)

Now, I could've finished him off,

but Jesus said thou shalt not kill.

Every time you look

at your f***ing hand

you'll have a little reminder

never to steal again!

- I come bearing gifts, boys.

- Where the f*** did you get it?

Come on, Patrick.

What do I do for a living?

Get in here and shut the door.

Make sure we're good.

F*** me, double prepared.

What a beautiful sight.

That's a f***ing line.

(chuckling)

No, no, no, Pat.

Not my poison.

Now, if that was

a Jameson's over ice,

break your arm off for it.

I'll tell you what,

that is f***ing good.

- That's f***ing beautiful.

- Oh.

That's f***ing quality.

That is quality.

Quality? I'm gonna go

and get some quality food.

I'm hungry.

Mick, that's the last

f***ing thing I want to do.

Look, finish it up.

I'll walk with you.

Wait, wait, wait.

You know the funny thing is?

I nearly knocked that sh*t

on the head.

I've had a sniff

two or three times

in maybe f***ing two years.

- Fair play to you.

- Whoa, whoa. Hold on a minute.

- What's up?

- (clears throat)

That is a real creeper.

I'm gonna go back

and have a wank.

(laughing)

Tell me, how are you, OK?

- No.

- What's the matter?

It's always tough

seeing you in here.

I know it is,

but did you bring the money?

- I don't know...

- Kate.

Listen to me.

Did you bring the f***ing money?

- Yes or no?

- Yeah, yeah.

Slide it through under the table.

You're gonna follow me

through that door over there.

(Pat) 'Me and Kate had

been together for years.

'She knew what I was

and what I am,

'and always had the good

sense to look the other way

'whenever I f***ed about.

'She never seemed to care,

but she was a party girl.

'I mean, a proper

f***ing party girl.'

Right, you got ten minutes.

Don't hang about.

We won't.

What're you doing?

- What the f***'s it look like?

- I thought you were clean.

Kate, have you got any idea

how long the f***ing hours

take to pass in this place?

- I know it must be hard.

- Hard?

How would you f***ing know?

You're not doing the time.

See this gear?

This gear seriously burns

into the f***ing hours.

It's like a f***ing time machine.

And I set the clock to 1994.

I'm gonna be out of here

- before you f***ing know it.

- Not a good idea.

You were doing so well.

Yeah, well now I'm doing

even f***ing better,

so have a line

and get on the cunting plane.

I can't, Pat.

It's not for me no more.

This is f***ing good stuff.

'When a stone-cold

f***ing cokehead

'refuses a fat line of gear,

'you don't need to be

Miss Cunting F***ing Marple

'to realize there's something

f***ing seriously wrong.'

You know I tried to get off of this.

I tried.

You look good.

Get up.

Get up.

Get out of them knickers.

Keep your legs together

and stick your bum out.

Stick your bum out.

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