Rise of the Footsoldier 3 Page #6

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That's it. That's it.

Don't look at me like that.

- I'm not.

- Yes, you are.

You have any idea,

any idea what it's taken me

to f***ing organize this?

Have you?

Now I look at you and you've got

that f***ing look on your face.

You're ungrateful.

You're f***ing ungrateful.

(Pat) 'That was the first shag

I'd had in years,

'and she was about

as lively as a f***ing corpse.

'I'm telling you something now.

'You ask me, this girl has got

her mind on something else.

'Or someone.'

Feel better?

- Taffy!

- Hey...

Tell Pat that's nothing

compared to what he's gonna get.

Alright, alright,

I don't want no trouble.

You f***ing prick!

What are you lot

f***ing staring at?

- So who's this f***ing Mad Dog?

- Haven't had the pleasure yet.

I had a row with a couple

of the geezers

he's got wrapped around him.

I don't why

I've been brought into this.

What'd you think?

They saw you with me.

- So you're now a target.

- Oh, f***ing great.

Look, Jim, no matter

how you look at this,

we've now got enemies

on both sides of the fence.

- So what are we gonna do?

- Time will tell.

Please, God, no.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- And it's mine?

- What do you mean is it yours?

Of course it is.

Kate, we was only together

one f***ing time.

That's all it takes.

You look me in the eye

and tell me you ain't been

with f***ing no one else.

Promise.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.

It's just this f***ing place

is doing me nut in.

You don't have

to worry about me, OK?

- Where you going?

- I've organized the room again.

- No. No thanks.

- What?

You serious?

About not being bent over a table

and f***ed for ten seconds?

Yeah, I am.

I don't understand.

I'm not the same girl I was

when you got put in here.

I've changed, I've had to.

And you have to too, Pat.

I didn't realize

it upset you that much,

going back to that room before.

I thought you liked it.

Well, clearly you've lost

your manners in here, Pat.

We're having a baby

and you're gonna be a father.

So act like one.

I will.

- Present for you.

- What is it?

Steroids, the best.

Just what I needed,

much appreciated.

- That f***ing gear you gave us.

- I told you, didn't I?

That sh*t f***ing hit

the nostalgia buttons, mate.

I ain't had gear like that

for five f***ing years.

There is one thing

I need from you.

- Always is.

- And it's a deal breaker.

That Joss and that Luke,

that little firm has gotta go, mate.

You don't wanna sort it out?

Not in a million f***ing years.

Me and you wanna put

Southend and Basildon

on the map, in the big time.

Them pair of c*nts don't

figure in the bigger picture.

So why should I risk

all this for you?

Cos I'm gonna make you famous.

That Mad Dog and his band

of c*nts ain't f***ing silly.

They're doing exactly

what I'm doing.

They're playing

a f***ing waiting game.

Listen, I'm out of here, Pat.

Day after next, I'm breathing

free f***ing air again,

so if we're gonna hit them,

we need to do it now, tonight.

(Pat) We got to fight this

on two fronts.

I need you on the outside.

You're gonna get a chance

of getting them c*nts back

who put you in here.

Believe me when I say

Joss' little firm

has had its f***ing day.

All his mates

are out now, gaffer.

Don't be too f***ing sure about that.

Gotta do him.

Make him pay.

So, you finally decided

to show yourself.

I mean with a name

like f***ing Mad Dog,

you been pretty mellow

up until now.

I been in f***ing solitary

thanks to your new mate, Lewis.

- Where we going with this?

- Meaning?

I mean we really got to go

through this whole bollocks?

He was bang out of order what

he did to Cokey and Steamboat.

It's gotta be paid for.

Listen to me, Jimmy's paid

a f***ing heavy price.

He's lucky that silly c*nt

didn't kill him.

Got your attention, didn't I?

Look I'm here,

I'm standing in front of you,

I'm putting me hand out.

Let's just f***ing move on,

let bygones be bygones.

- I'll think about it.

- What's that mean?

It means I'll f***ing

think about it.

- I need an answer.

- No, you want an answer.

So, you'll have to sweat

a little bit longer, Pat, eh?

But you'll find out soon

enough, one way or another.

(sighs)

( HAPPY MONDAYS:

"Loose Fit")

- Is that him?

- Yeah, that's the c*nt.

Come on,

let's f***ing get him!

Don't make me run, you c*nt!

Where you going,

you f***ing mug?

No, Tony. Put the f***ing

television down!

- My f***ing television!

- Shut up and sit down!

Get this piece of sh*t

out of here now.

- (Tony) You f***ing c*nt!

- No, please.

- Get up.

- What?

I said stand up.

Listen, I'm sorry

about that, alright?

Take that.

And keep your f***ing mouth shut,

you understand?

Give us one of them

Wilbur Smith jobs.

Now you're f***ing Dead dog.

Told you to f***ing let it go,

didn't I? Eh?

But you won't f***ing listen.

Here's Tony!

F***ing come here.

F***ing stay there, you!

I left you till last.

Come on, Kate, you can do it.

One more push, one more push.

(Baby cries)

It's a little girl.

I don't know what the f***

you think you're doing, Tony,

but you ain't gonna

f***ing get away with it.

I know people, yeah.

You don't have a f***ing clue.

Yeah, I do, you f***ing grass.

You're coppers' best friend.

"I'll grass everyone up

as long as you leave me alone."

Let me tell you something,

you c*nts.

You won't be telling anybody

f*** all!

You got the wrong idea.

We can sort it out, alright?

I mean, you know

I've got connections.

We could do stuff.

You could work on the clubs

and then we could...

We could, I could...

You could run the doors.

I mean, we could be a team.

This sounds f***ing great,

boys, doesn't it?

But you know something?

I'd rather take up roadsweeping

than work with you,

you f***ing c*nt.

We know what you said,

you f***ing grass.

And you know something?

We got some important friends.

And they don't f***ing like you.

They said it's only

a matter of time

before you drop us all in

the f***ing sh*t and move on.

- Trust me, Tony.

- Trust you?

I wouldn't piss on you

if you were on fire.

- No, you got it all wrong.

- Here, Tone.

(moaning)

My boys are gonna

f***ing rip you apart.

(laughing)

Who? Terry and Andy?

No, mate,

that's where you're wrong.

They've switched sides

to the winners.

Thing is, Joss, you think

you're top dog around these parts,

Pat Tate banged up,

Old Bill in your pocket.

Anyone that comes up against you,

you just grass up anyway.

You little f***ing rat c*nt.

I heard that you even quote

the Bible, talking about Jesus

as you're f***ing up some kid,

ruining his life.

Maybe you think you are Jesus.

We all know what happened

to him, don't we?

Very reminiscent

of a Caravaggio.

(laughing)

So...

I've got three statements

naming you.

- No, you don't.

- They named you.

All three of them.

You don't know

how it works, do you?

I mean, not from

that side of the desk.

Well, perhaps

in your worldly wisdom,

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