Top Dog Page #4

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Well, it's all this AC sh*t.

I mean they're idiots fighting

at football like kids.

Nuh-uh. I meant before he

started working for Billy.

So what you saying?

'Cause my Graham

don't fight at football.

Er, you being serious?

So what you trying to say, Sam?

No...

Do you know what?

This is not the time.

Right, no, this is exactly

the time. I wanna know...

- I'm telling you, it is not the time.

- Sam, I wanna know everything.

F***ing help me out here, please.

What are you saying?

What you're saying is he f***ing...

He deserved it 'cause he's a thug?

I f***ed up, all right?

Just leave it, please.

Excuse me, can I help?

Yeah. I'm Graham's brother.

How is he?

He's as well as can be expected.

His wife's here somewhere.

Oh, Julie, you mean.

Is it all right if I just sat with him,

for a bit, until she comes back?

Yeah, of course.

Hello, bruv...

It's only me.

Don't talk. No, no,

no, don't talk, OK?

I just need to know...

Was it... Was it Mickey's boys?

Here. I thought you

could do with this.

Any news?

Sam's at the hospital

with his missus.

She says she'll call if...

Why don't you get back over there?

You're no good here.

Trying to keep out

of his missus's way.

Fair to say she isn't

my greatest fan.

You can't think like that, Billy.

You're really close, aren't you?

Brother you never had?

No...

Brother I always had.

Look...

Get off. Mum. Take her.

Take her. All right, darling.

What the f*** are you doing here?

All right. All right.

Harry's here.

Don't you even f***ing...

- Julie! Julie!

- No, Mum!

I've wanted to do

that for years, Mum.

He died, you bastard. He's dead!

Dead?

F*** you, Billy!

F*** you! Come on, Mum.

Come here.

Billy, it's Dawn.

Just to let you know,

the police have been here.

They need to talk to you.

I'll speak to you later.

Billy, do you know

something about this?

Of course I don't.

Don't f***ing lie to me.

What the hell is wrong with you?

I just need to be on my own.

Your best mate is lying on a slab,

and he's not even bloody cold yet.

What you need to do is help the police

find the bastards that did this to him.

Why is that so difficult for you?

You don't understand.

I understand too f***ing well,

because I have to deal with it

every time you walk out that door

and go to the f***ing football!

This ain't got nothing to do...

- Oh, bollocks!

- With f***ing football.

Do you know?

When Graham was lying there dying,

in intensive care, I had to sit down with

Julie and explain all this AC sh*t to her

because she didn't have

a clue about any of it.

- Not now...

- Do you know what I told her?

That you're like idiot kids,

fighting over f***ing football.

It's pathetic.

You're pathetic!

You dragged Graham into this,

and therefore, you owe it to Julie to help

put whoever killed her husband inside.

Do you understand me?

And another thing,

this football bollocks

is over, OK?

I am not wasting one

more minute of my life

waiting for a copper to

come to my door and...

It's me and Alfie, or it's the AC.

You choose.

Do you know what, I knew

this was going to happen.

- What?

- You.

You dragged us into all this bollocks,

now you want to bail out.

Hey, you're f***ing out of order.

Shut up, you f***ing prick.

That's OK.

You're right, Tubbs. I am bailing.

I've already lost my best mate.

I ain't going to lose

my family as well.

So, this little mob that

did Hawk, we just let it go?

No, they ain't going to get away

with it. The Old Bill will catch up.

What are you, a f***ing grass now?

F*** you!

We're talking about murder!

Yeah, I know, and who's that down to,

eh? That's down to you, mate.

What?

You think I don't know that?

Listen, that little mob, we know who

they are. Me and Tubbs been talking...

All we gotta do is take

a couple of them out...

For f***'s sake, boys,

listen to yourselves!

Cheers.

I've come to tell you about

the funeral arrangements.

All right. Well, come,

let's do this inside.

No, no.

I just wanted you to know that the

funeral is on Monday, at 11:00.

All right. Well, listen,

if there's anything you need...

No, no, nothing. It's all sorted.

There is one thing, though. Billy?

You're not to come.

What?

I mean it, Billy.

You won't be welcome.

No. Please don't do this to me.

He was my best mate.

This is yours, as well.

What's this?

It's the money we had saved

since he started working for him.

That's yours. At least use

it to pay for the funeral.

Use this? What for?

For burying in my garden.

It's protection money, Sam.

It's disgusting.

What are you talking about?

It's nothing like that.

Julie, what...

Is that true, are you running

a bloody protection racket?

Oh, come on, Sam.

How long have you known me?

Too f***ing long.

What the f*** do you want?

I just wanted to say, I'm sorry.

Tell that to his missus,

or the baby he never got to see.

Well, thanks anyway

for not talking to the Old Bill,

because that would have been awkward.

- I didn't do it for you.

- No.

You did it for you, Billy.

If the Old Bill comes sniffing around,

you and your little gang are f***ed.

Am I right or am I wrong?

All I know is

my mate's getting

buried in two days time

'cause your boys killed him.

Well, he did turn over one of my bars.

I mean, some people would say

that's karma.

Yeah, well...

You know what they say

about karma, don't you, Mickey?

It's always coming.

Karma's been,

kicked you up the ass,

and f***ed off.

I did warn you not to play with the

big boys, but you didn't listen, did you?

Now...

You're taking the piss, right?

I could just take it off you.

It's not like you've got your little

army wrapped around you any more.

I'll make you a good offer.

This ain't over.

It was over the moment you

walked in The Saint George.

I'll be as quick as I can, OK?

Babe, I don't know what else to say.

Say goodbye for me, OK?

Of course I will.

All right, mate?

Another time, mate.

I just want to have

a look at the car.

Oh, yeah, thanks. Thanks a

lot mate, cheers. Nice one.

I'm sorry.

I promise, I'll look after your baby.

I promise you...

What are you doing here?

I miss him.

I had to do the job.

- Oh, you miss him.

- Yes.

You!

Do you know why I'm here, Billy?

I'm here to say goodnight

to my husband.

I've got to go home to my little

baby angel on my own, and...

I don't know what to do.

I'm sorry.

I'll just go.

Do you know who killed him?

Then why don't you tell the police?

Are you that afraid of

doing the right thing?

Thinking and proving

are two different things.

You could at least

give them the chance.

You know what?

You're a f***ing coward, Billy.

Yeah. My Graham,

he was worth ten of you.

How sure are you? That you know.

Sure as I can be.

Well, if you won't tell the police,

you're going to do me a favour

and get me some justice.

I don't care how you do it.

Just do it.

Get the f*** off me.

Hello? Yeah, it's me.

Yeah, I know, it's been a while.

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