Top Dog Page #3
- Year:
- 2014
- 92 min
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We could just hire people that do.
Honestly, baby, this is a no-brainer.
There's not one company around here that's
offering security for car lots. Not one.
- For crying...
- Billy's already got mates
in the trade that want to take us on.
Look, I know you might
not like the idea, right.
But in case you haven't noticed the offers
ain't exactly flooding in at the minute.
And what, with peanut due...
- Will you promise me one thing?
- What?
- This is legal, 'cause I'm...
- Totally.
I swear, I wouldn't
do it if it wasn't.
You know that, don't you? Don't you?
- Yeah.
- All right.
All right. If you think it'll be OK.
- Yeah, I do.
- Yeah? All right.
I still think Billy's an arsehole.
Come here.
- Hi, beautiful.
- Yeah.
I haven't done anything
for dinner though.
I've been stuck here all bloody day.
That's all right, don't be silly.
I'll put something in the oven.
Want a cup of tea?
Yeah, I'd love one.
Someone called Mickey.
They're lovely.
There's a card there.
I'll just put the kettle on.
Will you tell him I said thank you?
They're so nice...
Prick. Who does he think he is?
The f***ing Godfather?
OK, man.
Sounds like our mutual friend
needs a little reminder.
Yeah, sweet, leave it with me.
Oh, perfect timing.
- There you go.
- Oh, lovely.
Everything OK?
Yeah, that was just Hawk letting me
know he's off collecting in the morning,
so I said I'd see him at the game.
- How's he doing?
- Yeah, really good.
Better than I could
have hoped, to be fair.
It ain't been long, but he's
making us a bloody fortune.
Good. OK, I'm going to go
upstairs and check on Alfie, OK?
All right.
Yeah, I'll be up after I've had this.
So, you want us to go Old
Trafford on Saturday, yeah?
All mobbed up and put on a show?
That's exactly what I want.
Now, with Hawk's missus
due to drop any day,
he ain't gonna be there,
Everyone sweet with that?
Quiet down, Quiet down.
Now listen up. Listen!
If we're going to do this
we're got to do it properly.
I need as many lads up there as possible,
and I want to make it a f***ing nuisance.
Now the main thing is we make a
show to try and get their top faces.
If we can get something sorted
beforehand, all the better.
Old Bill will be all over us.
F*** 'em!
Look, whatever happens, I don't want us
coming out of here looking like mugs.
Old Bill for as long as possible.
Right, so who else do we bump into
on the way up there, then, eh?
Well, City are away at Sunderland,
so they're out of the way.
- Rent Boys are at Villa.
- There he goes.
He loves a Rent Boy.
Brum are at home.
Millwall, Leicester.
Other than that, it's all two-bob.
Tell you what, it's all about the f***ing
Cockney Reds on the f***ing train.
F***ing bones smashing.
OK, lads, let's pull this
thing together properly,
I'll be very unhappy.
- All right?
- No worries, Bill!
I hope you f***ing know
what you're doing, Bill.
Right, that's what worries me.
Yeah, one more thing...
Do you remember Dan the scrappie?
Yeah, he's still got the
breakers yard in Islington?
Proper shady f***er he is, as well.
All right...
Let's have some fun with
our mate Mr James, then.
Can I get you anything
before I come to bed?
Yeah, just get this
I feel totally useless. Poor thing.
- Yeah, well you are.
- Oh, thanks.
Christ, I've got another
week of this sh*t.
So, Little Glenn,
you better turn up tomorrow.
I'm missing United
away because of you.
We are not calling this baby
Glenn, I'm telling you now.
What's wrong with Glenn?
Well, 'cause I quite like Charlie.
- Or George or Ian.
- Oh, very funny.
You been reading up on
Arsenal have you? Yeah, yeah?
Never in a million years.
Can I say something?
Yeah, of course you can.
Well, you know I'm not
Billy's biggest fan...
That's an understatement, isn't it?
Yeah, well, since you've been working
for him, things have been good.
That's all...
What I'm trying to say...
No, no.
You ain't gotta say, I know.
You're gorgeous. You know that?
- Shut up.
- No, you are.
Shut up, I look like a whale.
It just means more of
you to cuddle, that's all.
Oh, I love it.
Oh, I could cuddle
you all night, babe.
Tell Dan I said sweet.
AC! AC! AC!
Come on!
F*** you!
Just f***ing hang on.
Jesus.
F***.
Mum. Oh...
Oh, you all right, love?
No, my back's killing me.
Why don't I make you a cup of tea
and then I'll run you a
nice hot bath. Yeah?
You like the same tea?
Right. You all right, now?
Do you feel all right to
get in the bath now? Yeah?
Yeah.
Come on then, up you get. All right.
All right.
F***! Mum!
Mum!
Hello.
Oh, you're joking.
Right, coming, right now.
I'm gonna be a dad!
Contractions? No, no,
I think the baby's on its way.
Yeah, yeah. OK,
I'll leave the door open.
- All right.
- F***!
There, the ambulance
is on its way, darling.
All right, I'm going to go
downstairs and open the door.
All right? Won't be long.
Won't be long.
Oh, where the hell is Graham?
Hello, we're here!
Yeah, hello, we're up here.
Paramedics are here, darling.
They're here, they're here.
- They're coming again!
- Just breathe. Breathe.
- Right, is this her first?
- Yeah, yeah.
It is. Right,
well she's certainly keen.
Julie, I want you to
take some big breaths.
In and out... Well done.
- Really slowly, all right.
- Where's Graham?
- Here we go, my love.
- It's about time.
Well done, there you go.
Go, go, go...
No, still no answer.
Where is he?
- Mum, ring Sam.
- OK.
Here, it's ringing.
Sam, have you heard from Graham?
It's all right,
that might be him now.
Yeah, thankfully.
Sam, she's beautiful.
Listen, I don't care
what you told my friend,
somebody has to come down here now...
That's enough!
What? My mate's in there!
Well, you're not helping him by
kicking off out here are you?
- What's his name?
- Hawkins.
How is he?
They're just moving
him to intensive care.
Intensive care?
I'm sure it's just so they
can monitor him properly.
Now, the best thing
you can do is go home.
No! I wanna see my mate!
Look!
His wife's with him. I'm sure
she'll let you know how he is.
- What's your name anyway?
- What?
I know... Hello babe. No, sorry.
I'm just with the boys.
Oh, oh, she has.
Right. Right, yeah, yeah,
I'll talk to you later.
Sam...
I'm so sorry.
How is he?
He's got a fractured skull.
Some broken bones. He's...
some kidney damage.
I just... I just want him
to wake up, that's all.
I knew something like
this would happen.
I knew it.
Your bloody husband.
Hang on, this hasn't got
anything to do with Billy.
Oh, come on Sam. Really?
Nothing like this would
ever have happened before.
Hang on, if anything,
they're as bad as each other.
So, what does that mean?
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