The Big I Am Page #3

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Because you're breaking my heart,

and you're breaking

my f***ing balls --

Please keep it down.

[Gasps]

Who sent you?

I don't know

what you're talking about.

- Who sent you?

- No one.

Don't lie to me.

You saying our meeting

was a coincidence?

Yeah.

What, you just turned up

in my hour of f***ing need?

Yeah.

And where the f*** would you be

right now if I didn't?

What the f*** was that?

Some sort of audition?

Aye.

Did I pass?

[Breathing heavily]

You're still breathing.

What are you worried about?

For God's sake.

[Chuckles]

Can you answer a question for me?

Why is Don still breathing?

I don't know. Stubbs --

I don't know what happened.

No, no. Listen.

Don is gonna move

heaven and earth

to find out who put the f***ing

finger on him, okay?

That's gonna create

a very bad situation for me,

and you're just acting like

it's some simple f***ing thing.

It is simple.

There will be another chance.

Well, we better hope so

for both of our sakes, right?

Why?

- Are you scared?

- No. I have nothing to lose.

- But you do.

- I don't care.

[Chuckles]

Yeah. That's probably why

we get along so well.

Remember one thing.

Every blossom loses its bloom.

That's just one of those

simple facts of life

that you're not gonna be able

to get away from.

Your love

BARBER:
You really need to wake up

and smell the f***ing coffee,

Mickey, my son.

Breaking and entering.

Card fraud.

Farming f***ing weed.

Things have really

worked out well for you.

Yeah, I'm a regular f***ing

success story.

Think they will?

Ever?

[Laughs]

I suppose you could win

a million quid on the lottery.

I doubt it somehow.

You're not one of those

repeat f***-up types, are you?

- No.

- No?

[Chuckles]

Then why are you still

swimming 'round

in that same muddy little pool, huh?

You stick to what you know, eh?

Nah. Not me, mate.

Nelson and his boys are here.

In case you didn't know, c*nt,

in 12 hours' time,

I have a major shipment coming in

and three guys outside that door

who I cannot trust a f***ing inch.

Now, I need someone

who'll protect my interests.

So put an ad in the f***ing paper.

I was gonna offer you first refusal.

- What?

- Well, you need the money.

I paid off me debt.

No. You paid off today's debt,

sunshine.

Now, you need a break so bad

it hurts every time

you wake up in the morning.

Now, right now, I need someone

who'll protect my interests.

The question is, Mickey, my son,

are you that f***ing someone?

Are you ready to make something

of your shitty little life, huh?

Are you prepared to step up

to the f***ing plate?

Ready to give it the f***ing...

The big I am?

Well?

Are you?

C*nt?

[Groans]

Why ain't I in bed?

Yeah, well, there's three dead bodies

in a Fulham knocking shop

all asking exactly the same question.

A f***ing machete?

In this day and age?

What the f***'s he gonna do next?

[Footsteps ascending]

Find out who set me up.

'Cause one of you f***ers

fed me to Frankie Stubbs.

And Johnny would never

have done that.

For Johnny was three times better

than you c*nts would ever be.

Any one of you deserved a bullet --

not him.

So, tonight,

anyone makes a funny f***ing

phone call,

odd f***ing remark,

looks the wrong f***ing way,

you let this c*nt know, all right?

Your new f***ing boss!

C*nts.

All of you.

[lntro to Wardrobe Recordings'

"The Firm" plays]

We are the firm

[lndistinct rapping]

The firm

[lndistinct rapping]

The firm

[lndistinct rapping]

The firm

[lndistinct rapping]

Yeah

The firm

[lndistinct rapping]

Before I was a lad,

I broke into a bookie's in Govan.

Blew the alarm.

Three f***ing hours I was waiting.

When they left, I broke in again

and hit the f***ing jackpot.

If at first you don't succeed...

[Cellphone rings]

Hello?

Is that right?

I don't want you to do anything.

[Breathes deeply]

They hit one of my clubs.

Talk to Frankie.

Play for time.

After tonight, he can do

what he likes.

Till then, we need to keep the peace.

Listen, I don't think...

If Frankie Stubbs smells your fear,

you're a dead man.

No one knows who you are,

where you fit in.

You can be whoever you want.

Whoever I want.

Smart lad.

I knew you were.

So, get ready to take your bow.

Do what?

[lndistinct rapping]

[Song ends]

You're on, son.

Let Frankie know.

Be lucky.

Long time.

Donald Craig Barber,

I am arresting you

on suspicion of the murder

of Peter Adams.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm you...

Hey, hey. That's my client.

You want to take your hands off me?

And, Detective, you want to tell me

where you're taking my client?

- Done something to your hair, Sal?

- Detective?

Upsetting news about Johnny,

Mr. Barber.

Tragic.

Losing good people.

It's f***ing tragic.

You've been in the wars, Mr. Barber?

- Was that a formal question?

- I don't do formal.

You might want to remember that.

Remember what I told you, boys.

Two dead punters.

Three girls in the hospital.

Johnny and Rixie in the ground.

And now this.

Why did he have to kick off today

of all f***ing days?

Couldn't he wait 24 hours,

the f***ing psycho?!

I beg your pardon. I forgot.

New f***ing management.

Ooh, what are you gonna do?

Tell Don on me, are you?

I'm here now.

Get used to it.

Yeah. Yeah, sorry.

So, what's our first move?

Do we start banging back

or do we wave a white flag?

- Don didn't start this.

- How do you know?

'Cause I was there when he got

stitched up.

Tell Stubbs. I'm sure he'd love

to know all about it.

Yeah.

Set up a meeting.

[Scoffs]

After what Don did last night?

That's f***ing suicide.

[Scoffs]

Then I'll see him on me own.

Ha!

Nice knowing you, boss.

You want to be boss,

you dress boss.

Want to take a shower?

Possessions.

Name and address.

Donald Barber.

And you know my f***ing address.

Nice tattoo.

Looks good on you.

Real good.

So, how did you hook up with Don?

Accident.

Maybe a big one.

- But he trusts you.

- Don don't trust no one.

But...

maybe he does trust me for now.

Anyway, someone set him up.

I saw the whole thing.

[Ammunition's

"All My People" plays]

How are you the only motherf***er

that gets no p*ssy in a room

full of p*ssy?

You ain't gotta worry about that.

I bust up men for fun.

That's what I'm talking about.

- Who's this? Who's this?

- Reggie.

He's cool. Cool.

- What's going on? What's going on?

- We're cool, B.

Man, man's laughing at you

in your own road, man.

They're calling you a p*ssy hole.

What you mean,

man's laughing at me?

You ain't handling

your business, bruv.

They're saying that

you're being duppied off.

That my man is driving around

in a new Beemer

and you are a p*ssy hole, bruv.

- A p*ssy hole, yeah?

- Yeah, a p*ssy hole.

The white boy's calling me

a f***ing p*ssy hole, yeah?

Yes, blood.

- Come, we go.

- Come, we go, yeah.

FLO YD:

Do you ever get that feeling,

you wake up

and you know, "This is it.

I'm gonna die one day,

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