The Big I Am

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[lntro to Wardrobe Recordings'

"Killa Instinct" plays]

[Cellphone rings]

- Skinny boy.

- All right, Robbo.

Spoke to Keys. We're still on

for next week, yeah, bruv?

Next week's no good, man.

You remember what we said?

There's been a change of plan.

Wait, hold up,

we had a f***ing agreement.

You can't just go and --

Don't be telling me what I can

and can't do, you understand?

- Yeah, but --

- I'm telling you, I want my money.

I-it's impossible.

Look, it ain't gonna happen!

I can't change the laws

of f***ing nature, can I?

Well, there's a coincidence.

Oi!

[Groans]

Killa instinct...

- Got him.

- Wait, Robbo! No!

- Throw him!

- No!

...bring the track from the back

if you're tough enough...

F***!

That was a love tap, blood.

Next time,

I'm gonna tap you for good.

If you can't pay it off,

you're gonna work it off.

Hey, yo, big man,

send the white boy for him, yeah?

Mug!

Now I'm blazing

on this single track

I'm gonna stop my watch

and take some time back

Listen out

for my crew comin' back

What you think about that

with the Wardrobe tracks?

All these people talkin'

'bout they got our backs

Tryin' to do us over,

we ain't havin' that

Believe I'm runnin'

with the... pack

It's Cryptic, Motley, and Danny Boy

who's got my back

[Echoing]

Killa instinct

[Echoing]

Killa instinct

This is cold rolled back

When you're locked

in the dungeon

You know you're trapped

Unh,

and you're also wack

What you think about that

with the Wardrobe tracks?

This is cold rolled back

When you're locked

in the dungeon

You know you're trapped

Unh,

and you're also wack

What you think about that

with the Wardrobe tracks?

[Echoing]

Killa instinct

[Echoing]

Killa instinct

Listen, if Don finds out about this,

he's gonna f***ing kill us all.

Calm down, Rixie!

Let me worry about Don.

You just make sure

you're here when we get back,

or I'll f***ing kill you myself,

all right?

Let's do it.

[Echoing]

Killa instinct

[Echoing]

Killa instinct

[Echoing]

You're lucky...

Which one of youse ordered

a takeaway?

What the f***?

[Echoing]

Killa instinct

Mmm-mmm-mmm.

Is that for me?

You ain't gonna live

to spend this, blood.

Am I gonna have

a f***ing problem with you?

[Cellphone rings]

- Johnny.

- Where the hell are you?

I'm on it.

[Echoing]

Killa instinct

[Echoing]

Killa instinct

- Come on, let's go.

- What about Nelson?

Oh, he's doing what he does best --

cleaning up.

Here, Kel.

BETS Y:
Mickey?

Is that you?

Yeah.

- What happened to you?

- I fell off a ladder.

- How much do you owe?

- What are you talking about?

You're an idiot.

Have I got any clean clothes here,

sis?

Did Robbo do that?

You can't even get beaten up

by someone important, can you?

Look, I got to go.

- What about your cut?

- I'll collect it later.

What's the f***ing rush?

The rush is Don Barber!

He's got an important meeting

tonight.

- So, why aren't we coming?

- I don't f***ing know.

Don't get on your high f***ing horse

with me, Rix, or I'll do you!

Now, what's going down?

Look, some big gun from North

London wants a meet with Don.

They both want

Frankie Stubbs out of the picture.

It'll make us millions.

Then you lot won't have to do

any more petty jobs.

That still don't answer my question.

Why aren't we coming?

[Sighs]

[Engine turns over]

[Humming]

Look, you ever think...

"Maybe I'm not cut out for all this"?

[Scoffs lightly]

Ta-ta.

What the f*** is Johnny doing

in Stubbs' motor?

They're swarming all over.

MICKE Y:

Can't you just spray 'em?

What with?

Napalm? Nerve gas?

You name it, man --

these f***ers will live through it.

Bruv, just scrape the f***ing

cobwebs off

and call what's-his-name. Please.

It's blighted, Skin.

Yeah.

You smoke this sh*t and...

What we've got here is

a fox-in-the-hole situation, old man.

I'm gonna flush 'em out.

Run 'em out of town.

[Giggles]

- Run 'em out of town?

- Yeah.

They're not the Viet-f***ing-Cong.

They're little spider mites.

Call them what you want, chief,

they're the enemy.

All right, look,

Robbo has got 10 grand invested

in this little venture.

And he wants his money

really, really quick.

You two go back a long way, man.

Just tell him that, well...

"Just tell him that... you know."

He's a shark, Keys.

He's not some mate that just lent me

I think I should come with you.

Not sure that's gonna help.

- See you later.

- See you.

Yeah.

[Humming Wagner's

"Ride of the Valkyries"]

[lmitates explosion]

You've got 30 seconds

to take care of the alarm.

What's the matter, Rixie?

You not happy in your work?

[Alarm blaring, man shouts]

We'll talk about it inside.

Keys.

Good evening, Don.

How you doing?

Now, we could do this the easy way,

let the kid live...

[Gunshot]

Maybe.

[Groans]

Who set this up?

There's no nice way of saying this,

Don, so I'll just say it.

It was one of your own.

I know -- if you can't trust

your friends...

I'm not gonna mess you about.

'Cause you're the f***ing expert,

after all. We're just amateurs.

But we can still make it hurt.

[Groans]

Look.

Go and sort it out, then.

Got it.

It's upstairs in the office.

"The Fall of Don Barber."

That's a repeat I'd stay in for.

Wake him up!

Talking to my-f***ing-self here.

Wha... What's that?

What was that?

You got something to say?

[Screams]

Leave it! Leave it!

Not until we know

about the shipment!

Knocking him silly defeats

the whole object of torturing

in the first place!

Dick!

[Breathing heavily]

BARBER:

You come near me again...

I'll bite your f***ing heart out.

[Engine turns over]

Come on, liven up.

There's a lot of DNA

splashed around in there.

[Panting]

Oh, Jesus!

Open the door!

Open the door, you little f***er.

[Engine revs, tires squeal]

- 317 to control.

- What the f***'s going on?

Was that your car, sir?

No, it belongs to a colleague.

I'll need to speak to him

to get some details.

I'll get back to you, control.

Who nicked it?

Some offender I just disturbed

breaking into premises

in Claymore Street.

You chased him all the way here?

Yes, sir.

You're a credit to the force.

Is your colleague inside?

No.

Be my guest.

Bang.

[Cellphone rings]

All right, Robbo.

F***ing useless, the lot of you.

I'm surrounded by pricks.

If I tell you to do something,

f***ing do it.

Exactly what I tell you to do.

Don't try and use your initiative

'cause you ain't f***ing got any.

You f***ing smarten yourselves up.

- You taking the f***ing piss, Skinny?

- What?

Patrick's caught.

You're out.

- I'm a better f***ing runner.

- You tipped them off.

F*** off!

[Gun draws]

If I find out any f***ing different,

you're a dead man, you understand?

I want my money.

Or maybe I'll visit your sister...

...take it out on her.

[Gun c*cks]

Tonight.

P*ssy hole!

[Cellphone rings]

Hello?

Don?

He can't come to the phone right now.

Can I take a message?

You tell him Frankie called.

You need to make some money,

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