Top Dog Page #5
- Year:
- 2014
- 92 min
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Listen, can we have a meet?
Sorry, Billy, no way.
I just need some numbers
to back me up, that's all.
For Hawk!
Bollocks, it ain't about Hawk.
It's about you and that geezer
waving your d*cks at each other.
That's what got us in a
mess in the first place.
You got us involved with some stuff you
should never have got us involved in.
The AC's about football, that's it.
There's something
else you should know.
This Mickey geezer...
Some of the boys are
doing some work for him.
Bit of cash in hand,
that sort of thing.
What? Nah.
- Who?
- Tubby and a couple of the others.
Even after Hawk?
So, what are they doing?
Garages. They're collecting.
What do you mean, "collecting"?
What?
Security thing you had set up for
the garages. Mickey's flipped it.
It's a protection thing now.
Oi, mate! What the f***
are you doing here?
Sorry about this. I gotta get something
in me otherwise I'm going to be f***ed.
Want a bacon sarnie?
It's OK, I'll give
it a swerve, thanks.
What, are you Jewish?
No, mate.
What can I do you for?
I need a motor.
Something fast and anonymous.
I might have something for you.
I know you were tight.
Yeah.
Sh*t happens. You know how it is.
True that.
There she is.
Four.
What, quid?
Three.
Two bags and you got a deal.
This isn't bartering,
I'm just going down.
Deal.
I need it to vanish after.
All right, well, bring it back
to me and I'll use it again.
- No, I want it gone.
- You want to break it up with me?
No, you're all right. I trust you.
Need a driver?
No, I got one.
You f***ing c*nt!
I'll do you and your f***ing family!
- Tubbs. It's upstairs.
- All right. Sweet.
Are you Tubby?
Yeah.
What's this all about, then?
So, tell me about this
Acton Casuals mob.
Sorry, we're closed.
I'm looking for a Mr Evans.
Is he around?
He's not, I'm afraid.
Can I ask what it's regarding?
- If it's about the cars, you'll have to...
- It's not.
Have you any idea when
he's expected back?
No.
But if you leave your number I'll get
him to call you when he gets back.
That's OK.
Thanks for your help.
Old Bill.
That ain't f***in' Old Bill.
That's trouble.
- Yes, fella?
- Orange juice, please.
That's 1.80, please.
- Keep it.
- Cheers.
Erm, I'm looking for a
Billy Evans. Is he here?
I don't know who he is, mate. Sorry.
Look, if I say I don't know who
he is, I don't know who he is.
Oi. Sloppy bollocks.
What's your f***ing problem?
I don't have a problem.
I'm just looking for someone.
Well, Mick, whoever you're
f***ing looking for ain't here.
So take your little boyfriend,
and get the...
So, this is the famous AC
I've been hearing about?
You tell Billy Evans
I'll be seeing him.
These f***ing bunch of c*nts.
- That's all they said?
- Yeah.
Listen, has this got anything to do with
Mickey James? You know he got ironed out.
Yeah, I heard.
Well, when was the
last time you saw him?
Mickey? Don't know.
Bumped into him a while back.
- Why all the questions?
- I did some digging.
Did you know he was connected?
- Connected to who?
- The Irish.
Word is he was running their collecting and
laundering operation up in North London.
- Sh*t.
- Yeah, f***ing right, "sh*t".
'Cause if this is them looking for you,
you need to be on your toes.
'Cause this mob do not f*** about.
I'm just saying, be careful.
Babe, I'm home.
Sam?
F***...
- Hello, Sam, where are you?
- Hello, Bill?
What?
What the f*** are you
doing with Sam's phone?
Bill, listen, mate. Get yourself
your wife and kid now.
I'm telling you, Bill,
get here as soon as you can.
OK, OK.
Mr Evans? We need to speak
to you in relation to an assault
that happened on the forecourt
of your garage on the 25th.
A Charles Vernon.
I'm arresting you on suspicion
of GBH. You do not have...
Hey!
Back door! Careful.
He's got a gun.
Tango 3-1. Urgent. We've got an
armed suspect leaving the scene.
Thirty minutes, you said?
He should be here by now.
I don't know. Something must
have happened, I dunno.
What are you going to do
when he does get here?
Just ask him a few
questions, that's all.
Your husband's finally arrived.
- Now, listen, Sam...
- No.
- What are you doing? Get off of me!
- No, Alfie, Alfie...
- F***ing hell, Bill...
- All right.
- Where are they?
- Bill, will you get out of the...
- Where?
- Upstairs, mate.
Just in case you try anything stupid.
What are you gonna do?
Mr Evans, I presume.
Nice of you to join us.
Dad!
- Dad.
- It's OK.
Yeah, if we just get the kid
out of here now, all right?
- You gave me your word.
- Just take him out.
Just get 'im out, Bill.
Dad.
It's all right.
Let's settle this once and
for all. Sit him down.
Cod! Cod!
Wake up! Wake up! We gotta go!
Alpha 4-7. Urgent message.
Look, whatever you want to do,
you don't need her here.
Please, just let her go.
I'm begging you.
It's me you want.
What I want, Mr Evans, is the truth.
So just tell me what I want to hear,
and we can bring all this
unpleasantness to a close.
- I don't know what happened to Mickey...
- Spare me.
What made you think you could
take on a firm as big as us, Billy?
You're not stupid.
You know how big we are.
And why we can't afford to allow
anyone to draw attention to us.
Is it because you took
it personally? Billy?
Is that why you killed Mickey?
I didn't f***ing...
Don't lie to me.
Don't you think I don't
already know the truth?
Billy, seriously?
All right, you can come up now.
I know everything, Billy.
Like I said, Billy, we're a big firm.
Like Daniel here.
OK, that's enough.
Sam.
It's OK. This is just all a mistake.
I'm very disappointed in you, Billy.
Go on.
I'm gonna give you one last chance.
Julie told him everything.
But she was the one...
Revenge takes many forms, Billy.
Thanks to you, Julie Hawkins,
well, she's a very bitter woman.
Why did you lie to me?
I'm going to give
you one last chance.
No!
- Come on! Humour me.
- Yeah, I f***ing did it.
I f***ing killed the c*nt.
Get the f*** off me.
F***!
How difficult was that?
All this trouble you
could have saved us.
You confessed to a crime,
don't you understand?
There has to be justice.
It's in the Bible, Billy.
- Genesis 9:
5-6- No!
"From his fellow man shall
I require a reckoning
"for the life of man."
"For whosoever sheds
the blood of man,
"by man shall his blood be shed."
"For God made man in his own image."
- Shot fired!
- Go! Go! Go!
Consequences.
Some men choose to ignore them.
Some just can't see them coming.
But like karma, they're always there.
Lingering in the background.
Waiting in the shadows.
And so is the desire for revenge.
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