Rise of the Footsoldier 3 Page #8

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live around here?

(Woman screams)

Dad, oh, my God!

C*nt thinks he's a f***ing

traffic warden!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

You animal!

I'll have you locked up!

(laughing)

Pat, you animal.

(Craig)

F***ing silly old c*nt, anyway.

(laughing)

( THE AGE OF LOVE:

"The Age of Love")

(Pat) 'Me and Tony took over

Joss and Luke's old club.

'And the world was at our feet.

'We had the doors, we had the drugs,

we had the muscle.

'And it was all going perfectly.'

I caught him pushing pills.

You know the f***ing rules.

Empty your pockets,

all the drugs and the cash,

then you can go.

But you ain't getting back

in here again, understand?

Now f*** off, you little mug!

F*** off, yeah!

F*** off! F*** off!

Come on, you f***ing c*nt.

Come on!

(Pat)

'Then that soppy c*nt Kenny

'had to go and rock

the f***ing boat.'

F***ing hell, Ken.

He's f***ing out of it.

We need to call an ambulance.

Get rid of that, quick.

We was inside,

heard a scuffle,

come out and this is

what we found, alright?

But when he wakes up

he's gonna say something different.

He ain't saying f*** all.

He's dead.

F*** him.

(Pat) 'Dead bodies

made a lot of noise.

'The last thing we needed was

the Old Bill sniffing about.'

The Old Bill are swarming

all over the f***ing club.

They're interviewing

the customers, the staff.

- It's a f***ing nightmare.

- How does that affect us?

It's their club

and we run the f***ing door.

The real problem for us

is that f***ing spade who died

is wrapped round

some f***ing firm from Brixton.

This is bad.

Got the f***ing Yardies

onto us now.

F*** them.

We go down there first

and we nip it in the bud.

We get new doormen

and we go down there firm handed

and we f***ing smash them.

That's what we do.

You'll never learn, will you?

You lot wanna slow down.

Think of the business.

That's exactly what

I'm f***ing doing.

(Pat) 'You don't get points

for backing down in this game.

'Sam just didn't have the vision.

'The reason I'm gonna last

forever in this business

'is because I'll take on

the f***ing world if I have to.'

(gunshots)

So, Mickey...

More problems

round your way, I hear.

Another dead body.

Pat Tate and his mates

need reeling in a bit.

Get it stopped, Mickey,

or I may have to step in.

(Tony) If those Yardies

are doing drive-bys,

I say we stay well

clear of them.

That's a shame, because I got

myself tooled up with a gun.

A what?

A f***ing gun?

Craig, you know the drill.

We don't take a gun

anywhere, mate.

You take a gun somewhere,

you're gonna end up using it.

I ain't got any bullets.

We can still get a tug

from the Old Bill, Craig.

But I've had

the firing pins taken out.

Hold on a minute,

let's get this f***ing straight.

You've got a gun

that's got no f***ing bullets.

But if you was to get hold

of some bullets for the gun,

the gun still ain't

gonna f***ing work

because you got no firing pin.

There's something f***ing

wrong with you, you silly c*nt.

(Pat) You're not well.

- You alright, Mick?

- Alright, lads.

What's so important you couldn't

talk on the f***ing phone?

I've been in some meetings

in London

with some very serious people.

They asked me to bring back

a message to you.

Things are getting

a little out of order down here

and you need to tone it down.

Don't know what you mean.

We run nightclubs not Sunday schools.

You're gonna get aggravation

from time to time.

I understand that, Tony,

but what you don't understand is

the Old Bill are getting

involved in a big way.

They've got a f***ing

great big fat f***-off file

with your names on it.

- You're in the frame...

- F*** the Old Bill.

We're not interested.

Look, Mick, I know they have

to play it by the book,

but we're f***ing

protected round here.

This is our area.

No one's grassing on us.

- Yeah, no one grasses on us.

- Shut up, Craig.

Alright, well...

I've done myjob. I warned you.

I heard you.

Yeah, right, OK.

Look, whatever way you cut it,

everyone's got the needle

with us and they're concerned.

But we're making money.

We're getting hold

of bundles of dough.

So, I say,

f*** them c*nts in London,

and we crack on as per usual.

(Pat) 'Mickey Steele was f***ing right.

'The Old Bill were f***ing

crawling all over us.

'And with those c*nts Joss

and Luke out of the picture,

'Southend was becoming

like the f***ing Wild West.

'Every c*nt was f***ing

robbing each other.

'We had to put a stop to it,

and show these c*nts

'who was the governor running

the f***ing show around here.

'Even f***ing Jimmy G.

turned us over, the dirty c*nt.

'Nothing's gonna f***ing stop me.

'It's like I said...

(Tony's laugh resonates)

'I'll take on the f***ing

world if I have to.

(gulls cawing)

Bleeding heart of mine

Flows like claret on a tray

Different times

and different people

Alright, Kenny?

George, get Kenny a drink.

- You alright mate?

- No, it's not alright.

It's gone f***ing mad

out there, mate.

- It's getting scary.

- Tell me about it.

I just been chased

by two geezers with guns.

Listen to me, Kenny.

It's all gonna end in tears.

Do you understand

what I'm telling you?

What you think I should do?

I got a pal in Glasgow,

owes me a favour.

He'll look after you.

Get you some work

on the doors, eh?

But you keep your nose clean,

yeah?

Yeah.

He'll protect you.

I'll make the arrangements.

Thanks, Sam.

Really appreciate it, mate.

There she is.

Southend.

You know something?

We must never, ever forget

this is where it all started.

Let's have a little reckon-up

here. It's gotta be...

To my knowledge, it's gotta

be eight to ten clubs

we now got

the f***ing doors to.

Yeah, we got the whole

f***ing area sewn up.

F***ing dough's rolling in.

Long as we keep getting

the gear, we're f***ing sorted.

Don't worry about that,

cos Mickey Steele's got

a f***ing big consignment

coming in from Amsterdam.

Boys, we need to get into

the rave scene. It's gonna be big.

You're right, Rolfie,

it's gonna be massive,

I'm already making plans.

Listen.

I've always said this.

We are gonna earn f***ing millions.

And you know why we're gonna

earn f***ing millions?

- Why?

- Cos we're the f***ing bollocks.

And no c*nt can touch us!

Motivating rhythm of life

with a healing rhythmic synergy

Motivating rhythm of life

Motivating rhythm of life

with a healing rhythmic synergy

It may be that

the shooting has occurred

over higher drugs dealers

trying to find

a greater position of power.

Heaven knows

what life may bring

There could be blue skies

through the rain

And I know

I must find my way

So come on, help me

to release my soul today

Won't you help me

Help me through this pain

Cuts like a knife,

burns like acid rain

Come on, help me

Help me to release my soul

Nobody knows which way,

which road to go

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