Rise of the Footsoldier 3 Page #7

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you can enlighten me.

The only way

to survive in here,

and I mean

the only way to survive,

is to never, ever grass.

But somehow you expect me

to believe that not one,

but three inmates

broke that sacred law.

- Get the f*** out of my office!

- Yes, sir.

What's up, Sam?

Why the secret meet?

You look lovely.

Take a seat.

Well, thanks for coming.

We need to talk.

Before Pat went away,

he asked me to look after you,

make sure you was alright,

keep an eye on you.

Well, I have.

I understand, Kate,

I really do.

You're an attractive young woman

and you have your needs,

but think of the consequences.

If not for yourself,

then for your lover.

If Pat finds out,

and he will, they always do,

he will kill him.

Bye, Sam.

Finish it, Kate.

(Pat) Look, Kate,

you don't understand.

They're f***ing me about all day.

They're talking about

f***ing six o'clock.

If it's six o'clock,

then, you know...

Listen to me.

I ain't got the hump.

Just f***ing slow down

a second,

listen to what I'm trying

to say to you.

I don't know.

As soon as I know, you'll know.

Of course I'm excited

to see you. Yeah.

I love you, too.

I'll see you tomorrow.

OK, I'll see you then.

(Pat) 'Prison definitely changes a man.

'All those years inside

and you realize

'what's important in life.

'My new baby,

cos I swear to God,

'no more f***ing distractions.'

- Oh, f***ing hell.

- Come on, get in the car.

Listen. Don't take this

the f***ing wrong way, but...

it's lovely to see you but

I've got someone picking me up.

- Cocaine.

- Brasses.

Get in the car.

In the car!

You c*nts, it's f***ing raining.

Come on, then go.

(Tony) Oh, here we go!

F*** it!

You're gonna see Daddy

today, baby girl.

Free to feel good

Everybody's free

F***in' love you.

- Can I help you, love?

- I'm here to pick up Pat Tate.

He left.

He signed out, sorry.

Let me say something to you,

and I mean this, seriously.

- I love you two.

- I love you, too.

You're my best friend.

And we are gonna f***ing

take over this f***ing town.

Everybody's free

To feel good

Everybody's free

To feel good...

Oh, come on, I love you.

Tone, listen to me. Oi!

What the f***?

Whoo-hoo-hoo.

Gonna slip off with that bird.

Pick me up in the morning.

(Woman) Oh, look at you,

you dirty f***er.

Good luck, mate.

You'll f***ing need it.

Call me later.

Go on, mate.

- F*** off, Pat.

- Kate, Kate!

Just let me f***ing explain.

Don't f***ing walk away from me.

Just f***ing talk to me.

What do you want, Pat?

It's over.

You couldn't even wait for me

and your daughter

at the prison gates.

So you can f*** off

with your mates,

getting high, drinking,

whatever f***ing else.

You've had years in prison, Pat.

You're no different now

to when you went in.

I, like a f***ing idiot,

thought you might f***ing change.

You're f***ing seeing someone,

aren't you?

I can tell by your f***ing face,

the way you're acting.

Concerned, are we?

As it happens,

I was seeing someone.

For a short time,

didn't amount to much,

because like a silly cow,

I ended it.

Because I had a husband in prison

who I wanted to wait for

and I thought I loved.

What's his f***ing name?

Who is he? You f***ing tell me.

Why? So you can find him

and beat him to a pulp?

Make you feel better?

Just go. It's over.

I'm sorry, alright?

You're right

in what you're saying.

You're right and I'm wrong.

I brought all this on myself,

I know it.

But listen to me,

I'm begging you.

Kate, I need your help.

I've got nowhere to go,

nowhere.

Please just let me stay

for a few days. I, uh...

I'll sleep on the armchair.

I'm begging you.

Listen, I won't come near you,

I won't touch you, I promise.

And I know that

I don't deserve this.

Please, can I hold

our daughter for one second?

Here's your dad.

She's beautiful.

That's your beautiful Mum over there.

See her?

See, see?

I'll make some tea.

Hello, Pat. It's Tony. Yeah.

I'm just gonna put you

on loudspeaker, mate. Hang on.

- Where are you?

- What do you mean, where am I?

I'm at home.

Where do you think I am?

- Where's Kate?

- She's out with the kid.

What, you think I strangled

and buried her in the garden?

You and her are sweet, yeah?

I thought she'd have f***ing

killed you, mate, to be honest.

Well, my feet are under the table,

put it that way.

But listen, mate.

She was seeing someone

while I was away

and I need

to f***ing find out who.

Yeah, erm...

I know, we knew,

but we're gonna put a stop to it.

What d'you say?

You're telling me you c*nts

f***ing knew about it

and no one told me?

You were inside, mate.

I mean, what was the point?

Anyway, it didn't go anywhere,

so why not let

sleeping dogs lie, eh?

How did you find out?

She told me when

she was throwing me out.

- Brave girl.

- Listen to me carefully.

You find that c*nt.

And when you do,

you let me know.

C*nt!

(phone ringing)

- Pat, we got hold of him.

- What's he f***ing look like?

Don't know, mate.

Pretty f***ing ordinary.

Looks like f***ing nonce to me.

What do you want done with him?

I'll tell you what I f***ing

want done with him.

Cut his cock and bollocks off

and put them in his mouth.

So he don't f***

no one else's bird.

Done.

What's your name?

- Adrian.

- Adrian.

- And where you from, Adrian?

- London.

London? Ooh.

Now I want you to listen to me

very carefully, Adrian.

We've all pulled birds before.

But you...

You've been very unlucky.

You see, Kate's husband,

our friend, is a psychopath.

I've seen him

cut off a man's face

just for looking at her

the wrong way.

In fact,

do you mind if I borrow

that a moment, Tone?

Not at all, Sam.

Be my guest.

- Thank you.

- Pleasure.

He wants us...

...to relieve you

of your testicles

and send them back to him

in a little box.

Now, what do you think

I should do, Adrian?

Please.

Please, I beg you. Please.

You know what?

I think today's your lucky day.

Now I suggest

you go back to London

and never come within 30 miles

of Southend ever again.

Do I make myself clear?

So you sorted out

that c*nt, then, yeah?

Yeah, I sorted that c*nt.

You'll never hear from him again.

That's all you need to know.

Now forget it.

Listen, thanks,

I appreciate it,

but it f***ing kills me.

Kills me.

The f***ing thought that she'd

even f***ing f*** about on me.

We don't know

that she has, mate.

You've been away

for five f***ing years.

What d'you expect,

Mother f***ing Teresa?

She's a good girl, that Kate.

If it was me,

what would you f***ing say?

I'd say get over it.

You little fat poof.

- You f***ing c*nt.

- I'd say get over it!

You fat poof!

Boys, the garage, sugar, now.

I'll just talk to him.

Excuse me?

Can you move, please?

- Traffic is terrible...

- I'm late. I need petrol.

Excuse me. What do think

you're doing, parking like this?

What you talking about?

I ain't even f***ing driving.

F***ing selfish. Other people

need petrol, too, you know.

Who are you? Do you f***ing

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