Road Page #2

this game 40 years.

I've seen the best

and the worst

that the road has to offer.

- It's my little brother.

I don't want him

following in my footsteps.

- I've had brothers

killed on the road.

But you can't just leave.

- Listen, I've got police

on my case,

watching me 24/7.

I can't deal with the law

anymore.

You're forgetting

I am the law on the road.

You'll be back.

They always come back.

- Naughty.

Crow, my man.

How's it going?

- Good, man.

- Sweet.

Five boxes of top shelf,

the usual.

- Yeah.

- Sweet.

- Wicked, wicked.

- Where's the cash?

- Look, you're going to have to

give me another week, bless.

You're taking the piss, Crow.

- I know, I know.

But I'm a little short.

Diesal

lost me a lot of money.

You know I ain't

let you down before.

- It's not even me.

It's Sharky and Ronnie.

They don't actually know

I'm dealing with you.

And you know what they

can be like as well.

- Give me until Friday,

yeah?

And I'll drop ya another

20 extra on top.

- Interest, 20 bags yeah?

- Defo.

- Make sure.

- 100%, man.

- Sweet.

- Bless.

- cool.

- Oy, yo check

the number plate, Chris.

Who's that, dog?

- How you doing boys?

- Yeah, we're good, man.

- You, come here.

- Who, me?

- Yeah, you.

How you doing?

- Yeah, I'm blessed man.

Who are you though?

- Let's just say I'm a good

friend of your brother's.

- Yeah, so what's good then?

- Well, it's none of your

business.

You tell him you saw Frank

and when he's ready

to come and see me,

you got it?

- Yeah, I got that.

- Good.

You look after yourself, kid.

- So what's your name again?

- It's Frank.

- You look after yourself

too, you hear, Frank.

- Bumbaclot tart no!

- Yo, Dredd.

Has he spoken yet?

- No, not yet.

- Listen, you and me know

that Diesal put you up

to this sh*t.

Now I'm asking you nicely.

This man over here

ain't going to talk.

F*** you.

And f*** you too.

F***ing deal with him, man.

- What a bumbaclot.

- Poor simple boy.

- I'm gonna call Frank.

Yo, get me Frank.

- Boss.

It's Crow.

- Crow?

- Yo Frank,

how many times

I got to tell you

about this b*tch ass

Diesal stepping on my toes?

- I really haven't got time to

be sorting out this bullshit.

- It's not bullshit, man.

what are you on about bullshit?

I caught the guy who

killed two of my boys

and guess what?

He's Diesal's rat.

So you gonna do about that?

- You meet me at the

container base in an hour.

- All right, listen.

You better get this sh*t

sorted, Frank,

or else there's

gonna be f***ing war.

- I said...I'll sort it.

- All right.

Go get the Rolls.

- Yo, Dredd,

you deal with that.

You come with me.

Come.

- Tails say you're dying.

- Oh, yeah,

Shokka que pasa, man?

I been waiting for you,

homie.

- Same, Carlos.

You good?

- Sorry to hear about

your little brother, man.

I heard that Lavatta was

peddling some dope in the hood.

- He wasn't peddling no dope.

Whose dope was that?

- I don't know, homie.

So what can I do for you?

- You know what

you can do for me.

- So you know who killed him?

- Yeah.

- You're gonna shoot up

everybody.

- Frank.

- Frank.

- Going for him.

- You loco, man.

You f***ing crazy, man.

Frank is gonna cut

you up into little pieces

and feed it to his pigs, man.

Orale. But I don't want

no problem with Frank

coming back to me--

this stays between me and you.

Okay, follow me.

So what you looking for,

ese, a grenade tank?

RPG...rock the whole

neighborhood.

- I don't need that,

you know.

- You don't need that.

Okay.

I got something

that come in this morning.

An AK74 ese, 20 men.

- It's too big.

- Okay.

I got a MP5K.

- That's nice, you know.

- It's nice.

It take out 20 men.

- You got nothing

lighter?

- Something lighter?

Okay, this only 'cause

I like you, Shokka.

Something special for you.

Browning.

High power.

- That looks nice.

- You think?

- Can I try it?

- Check it out, homes.

- Orale!

- What are you saying

on this one?

- I'll take care of you,

ese.

But I don't want

no problems, huh?

I want nothing

coming back on me, ese.

You know how I get down,

James Brown, homie.

- You got my word.

- Orale!

- Shakil, how are you?

- I'm all right.

- Come in.

Shakil, take a seat

and I'll go get H, okay?

- All right.

- Yo, what's up, bro?

Been trying to

get hold of you

since morning, man.

I tried calling you

and everything.

Where you been?

- Forget that.

Listen, I need your help.

+- I'm here, bro.

What's the matter?

- I found out who killed Tukka.

- What?!

Have you told the police?

- They think it's a joke, H.

I have to deal with this

myself.

Come.

- Bro, just talk to me, man.

There's always other ways.

We'll deal with them, man.

Just talk to me.

- I'm outside in the car,

yeah?

- I'm not f***ing happy.

It's late, and it's short.

- We've got a problem, Frank.

Security's out of my control.

- You got a bigger problem.

It's me.

- We got a new shipment

coming in

from Afghanistan tomorrow.

- I want the remainder here,

and I want it f***ing now.

- I've never let you down

before, have I?

- F***ing make sure you

don't let me down this time,

you got it?!

Give him the f***ing money.

- See ya, Frank.

- You never late, ese?

- I'm a busy man.

Let's see the toys.

- Mira, you ain't seeing

nothin'

till I get my money, homes.

- Carlos, how many years

have we been doing business?

Do we look like a pair

of f***ing idiots to you?

- Hey, Spiky,

transfer the man

his money.

- You sure?

- Yeah, do it.

- Yeah, it's done.

- All good?

- All right, ese.

Check it out.

- Here, have a look.

- MP 9 mm.

It's naughty.

- All good?

- Well, yeah, Sharky,

I wanna talk to you, ese.

- Yeah,

what are you saying?

- Alone, ese.

- Hey, Spikes,

go sit in the car, yeah?

Go chill out.

- In a bit.

- Mira, what's this

bullshit I'm hearing

about Spikey, ese?

I heard the cops

are on to him.

You better take care of it.

- Yeah, listen, I'll deal

with my brothers, yeah?

Leave them to me.

- You know I don't like

no problem.

You better take care of it,

or you're gonna have

a problem with me.

- Look, we don't want no

problems, okay.

I'll sort it out.

- Andele.

- Yo, where's Diesal, Frank?

- He's on his way.

He's late.

- See, this is what I'm

talking about, Frank.

You can't even control your

own f***ing dog, can you?

- What seems to be

your problem, Crow?

- My problem is this, man.

Diesal's gone round

robbing my mans

and making me lose

a lot of f***ing money

on road.

- I've got it all

under control.

- Under control? Pff!

Man, you ain't got f***ing

sh*t under control.

- You pull a gun on me,

you better have the balls

to pull the trigger.

- F***, man, Frank.

I just want this sh*t

f***ing sorted.

- How much does he owe you?

- Fifty f***ing big ones.

- All right.

I'll have it delivered

to your place tonight.

But here's the thing--

you don't set foot

on this turf again,

you got it?

- Just make sure I have

my money, Frank.

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