Road Page #4

- And the merchandise

is always late.

- I've had a word

with the military.

The gear...won't be late.

The gear...will be A grade.

And it won't be stamped on.

And it won't be cut.

Trust me.

- Shokka.

- Sit down.

- Oh lads, calm down.

Shokka.

What the f*** are you doing?

- Do you know

where to find out

who killed my little brother?

- Shokka, get that gun

out of my face.

- I'm not gonna

ask you again.

- You know me.

Shokka, you know me.

- When I left,

I knew you had it in for me.

So you got my brother.

I knew you wanted me dead,

Frank.

- If I wanted you dead,

you'd be dead a long time ago.

I wouldn't need to kill

your little brother.

- So what was it

with the message?

- That was for you to

come back and join me.

- Don't lie to me Frank.

- I'm not lying, Shokka.

You left me.

Remember?

- You better tell me

before I kill you.

- If you was gonna kill me,

you'd have done it already.

I told you, I don't know.

- I just wanna know who

killed my little brother.

- You go look on the road.

You'll find your answer.

- Fam, yeah.

- Does Shokka know

you're here?

- F*** Shokka man--don't

need to know about nothing.

- What do you mean

f*** Shokka, bro?

If he finds out, me and him are

going to fall out, you know.

- Relax man, he's not going

to find out about anything.

- What do you mean relax,

bro?

- How's it going bossy?

Everything good?

- Nah he's all right.

You're all right, innit?

- Yeah, I'm blessed.

- He's blessed.

- Watchin' I you.

Remember that.

Bumbaclot.

- You think I need a bossy

little man like you

on my team?

You're not like us.

- Now come on Diesal, man.

Can't we make some serious

money now man?

None of the small gun change

with it.

You gonna help me or not?

- What are you doing now?

- Just about to drop off

some grams still.

- Why don't you go f*** off

and drop off

your little grams then?

- Come on Diesal.

I'll do your thing

first, obviously.

- "Do my thing--do my thing.

do my thing first."

You know what?

I'm going to help you

because Shokka's you're

little brother, and I like you.

- Yeah, come tell me

what you want me to do.

I'll do it now.

- Ninja,

let my man do the thing.

- Take this.

Remember...no f*** up.

- Are you listening?

- Yeah.

- You know Oldbury, yeah?

Gonna cross over the

little motorway bridge

and you see them in

the little white building.

No f***-ups, though.

- There won't be

no f***-ups, man.

- Ey.

No f***-ups.

- Yo, who's that?

- Yes, Thuggy, Shokka.

- What's going on, Shokka bro?

Long time. man.

- A lot's been happening, bro.

- Yo, I heard.

Sending my condolences.

- Yeah, I know.

You know I'm going to find

out who did this, innit?

Any news?

- Yeah, mate,

I know something.

- Well, listen then.

Meet me by the riverside

in ten.

- All right, cool, cool.

- Are you still stressing

over Shokka?

Come on, if you was

in his shoes...

- What do you mean

if I was in his shoes?

- Well what would you think?

- The f*** do you know?

I don't know, innit?

Thuggy, I swear bruth,

I need to find out

who killed my brother.

- So what, the police

don't know nothing?

- They're saying

it's drug related.

They haven't done

nothin'.

- Tuk weren't no drug dealer.

- Even I know that.

You know the road.

Don't make any sense

to me.

Just before my pops

passed away,

I made him a promise.

- What was that?

- I told him I'd take care

of my family

and make sure

they're always safe.

I've messed up, man.

I've failed.

- You and Tukka

are like family to me.

So what do you want to do

really?

- Find them.

Get them.

And kill them.

- This is what

we're gonna do, yeah?

Every drug dealer in the city,

no matter if they sell

a five pound drum

or a metric ton.

Everybody's gonna get

the f***ing shake up.

- That's what I'm saying.

- What?

What's with all the serious

faces?

- A tank.

Seriously.

- Relax mate,

what's wrong with ya?

- How am I supposed to relax?

You making us f***ing bait.

- F*** off.

- I know you want to

raise some pulses,

but what are we going to

do with a tank anyway?

- What am I going to do

with a tank?

I'm going to blow some

f***ing sh*t up, baby.

- I like it.

I want a ride.

- Let's do it, man.

- Come on man,

let's go to the casino.

- Yeah, come on

and make some money.

- Boom...boom...

boom...boom...

boom, boom!

- Boy lad.

- What the f*** you want?

You for come outside.

- Yeah,

I'm here to see Crow.

- No you don't need to

see Crow.

What you need to do

is take you

and your p*ssy homeboy

and calm the f*** out.

- Yo big man, who the f***

you talking to?

- What you say, boy?

- Yo, who the f***'s this?

- Yo Dredd, I ain't

come for no beef, yeah?

I'm here to see Crow,

and that's it.

- Listen, I ain't f***ing

telling you again, yeah?

If you're still here by

the time I reach three,

I'm blowing

your f***ing heads off.

- You and whose f***ing army

big man?

- One...

- Huh?

- Two...

- Yo!

Hey, yo Dredd, let the man

through, man.

- Lucky.

- Yo, what the f*** are

you clowns doing here?

Watcha, Shokka, thought

you was out of the game.

- Yeah, I am. Just want to

know who killed my bro.

- So you think I killed him?

- Come on, Crow.

I know you had something

to do with his brother.

Stop taking us for fools.

- Listen to me,

you f***ing tramp,

you're lucky I'm even

letting you stand here.

You know my boys are so

f***ed off with all the

bullshit petty moves

you've been making.

- So what is it then, bro?

- Thuggy.

Crow, I never

said you killed him.

- So why the f***

are you here?

- I just want to know

if you heard or seen anything.

- Listen, you've got some

f***ing balls

coming up into my place,

disrespecting me like that.

I tell you what, I ain't got

f***ing time for your sh*t.

Now go and get the f***

out of my building,

don't show me your

f***ing faces again,

you little f***ing b*tches.

No point looking at each other.

Get the f*** out, man.

Move!

- Now what the f***?

Yo yo, Shokka, man,

yo, Thuggy man,

let's work this out man.

Come.

Yeah come, let's--

We can work this out man.

- You the tramp now p*ssy.

- Let's get this party started.

- Here, calm down will you?

- What's he doing?

He's got it all over the table.

He's sicking it up.

- What's up, bro?

I'm chilled.

- Chilled?

Chilled? We've got the police

watching us all,

yous two always

having gear on you,

you and Spikey taking

girls back to your place,

having house parties

all the time.

Pack it in.

- Give me a go of this.

Just calm down.

- Don't worry about crack heads.

I'm dealing with

the crack heads.

- Look, I'm not getting hoarse.

It's all under control.

- You should calm down

mate, what's your problem?

The kid's just having a line,

you know what I mean?

The gear's coming in nicely

mate.

It's moving.

We're making the money,

you know what I mean?

- Look, I'm telling both of you

I'm not getting caught.

- Crow has been killed.

- What?

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