We Still Steal The Old Way Page #7

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The plan's still on.

Jack, are you in?

Do you know why I'm here?

Ah. Okay. Thanks.

When?

Well, it's gotta be tonight.

The food here is awful.

And the view from my room's not much better.

- You f***ing idiot.

You don't know why I'm here, do you?

- You what?

All you had to say was you wanted to be with her.

I notice, and I didn't--

- No!

Shut the f*** up and listen to me for a change.

You have an amazing woman here...

...who really, really likes you for

some unknown f***ing reason.

But, the pair of you are perfect together.

And these planets-in-alignment

moments don't come along that often.

But when they do...

- Jack...

But when they do, you grab ahold of them.

You grab ahold of her.

And you keep hold of her.

Because you nev...

Because you never know

when she's going to be gone.

So, Richie f***ing Archer, know this:

I'm not putting my friend from the lodge on the line because I want to assist in a prison break.

But because...

...because... Lizzie deserves a shot

at being happy for the rest of her life.

You got that?

So, get on with it, you flash c*nt.

Hey there! Let's have that

pint soon, yeah? My treat.

Oh, no no; I owe you one, mate.

Saw you lot gettin' in Razor's face;

that makes us friends, I reckon.

Yeah, well I don't like him or his sort.

Oh! Drug dealers. Right. F*** no.

So I take it you're not a big fan of drugs, then?

- No.

That surprises you, yeah? Yeah.

A lot of people think because

you're young and in prison,

...then you've gotta be

banging for the narco, but no.

Now what's your problem with...what's his name...?

- Raisin.

Razor.

What my problem is with him?

Yeah; you seem to have something very

personal going on between you two.

Like with you and that new fellow?

Yeah, well if you feel the same about Razor

as I feel about that puddle of puke...

I can probably help you settle a few scores.

Razor killed my little brother.

Oh, well I'm sorry to hear that.

Right, well, yeah. You don't

really need to say sorry, like...

Yes I do; I know how you feel.

F*** you; no you don't.

- Yes I do!

My brother was killed by a

bunch of awful little f***ers...

So believe me when I tell you,

I know how you feel, and I'm sorry.

Alright?

Alright.

So what happened?

Little brother got in with the wrong lot...

I was banged up in here, so couldn't

exactly protect him out there, and then...

...that one tested a bad batch out on him.

Pinned him down; injected that sh*t

into him; killed him stone dead.

Well yeah, in two weeks' time, Farrow's

got all his connections set up here.

And this place is going to be

crawling with drugs. His drugs.

That's why Razor's with him.

- They're the same.

What the f*** am I supposed to do about it?

I just don't have the people to take them on.

No.

Not in the cold light of day, you don't.

Calling all officers to the control room.

All officers to the control room, please.

Get the f*** off!

Hope you don't mind me dropping by, Vic,

I just wanted to have a word in your shell light.

You f***ing low-life piece of dog sh*t.

All this f***ing chaos is down to you, isn't it?

Me? I think you're crediting me

with too much influence, mate.

Well, well, well. What do we got here?

Yeah... I'm assuming this is a bad cut, knowing you.

Have you ever wondered why

your brother chose me over you?

Don't you f***ing talk about my brother!

I'm going to ask you a question.

And how you answer it is going to dictate how

the rest of this goes down, alright? Ready?

Here we go.

Do you remember her name?

What?

Her name. I want you to tell me her name.

Whose f***ing name?!

- Alright, I'll give you a hint, shall I?

She was 16 years old. Pretty little thing.

A bit of a rebel, too. What was her name?

I don't know what the f*** you're talking about!

One night she didn't come home. Her friends, her family,

neighbors...they all went out to look.

What was her name?

Oh! The clouds part and the sun shines through.

Hallelujah. What was her name, eh?

Jane?

- No, Vic, it was not Jane.

No! Don't! Don't... Don't do that again.

She was found dead in a squat in Lambeth.

She choked to death on her own vomit.

Now what was her name?

Jenny! Her name was f***ing Jenny.

Jenny White.

I didn't force her to do anything.

- I warned you.

Time and time again, I warned you

to keep your sh*t out of my manor.

Would you listen? No, you f***ing wouldn't.

I remember now.

She had red hair.

Blue eyes and freckles.

And you're right.

She was a really pretty little thing.

And a good f***, too!

Yeah... I think I've had enough of you, Vic.

In fact, I think we've all had enough of you.

George was right: I should have done this years ago.

Listen, you want revenge?

- Yeah I f***ing do.

Good, that's my specialty. Here.

Give him a taste of his own medicine, eh?

Take care, son.

Try to stay alive.

You're going? It's just interesting.

I would like to stick around and help

you, but I've outstayed my welcome.

Oy! There's one of your lot down injured in here.

Come on, I know you're dying to say it.

- They went head-to-head.

Lucky you're good looking, because

your jokes are f***ing awful.

What would you have said, then?

- Come on, get their gear.

And grab those flares; they might come in useful.

Are.. are... Are they going to break through?

Could any of the prisoners reach here?

I can't say, Governor. The whole

prison's open, so it's possible.

Sir! Additional services and extra

uniformed officers are en route, sir.

You alright, Gov'?

- I'm just... under the weather.

Do you want me to take over?

- I, I, I... I just need a moment.

I'll be in my office.

There's injured officers there, look.

- Why aren't they using the key-card?

Just let 'em in.

F***!

- There's only one; I'll deal with it.

They've broken through gate 237.

How did you...?

I suppose you want to come with us...

- Richie!

Don't worry about him. He's alright.

Alright?! The bloke's a f***ing psycho.

- Yeah, well, there is that.

I think the word "psycho" is an overused term.

- Whatever.

Shall we?

That's for my brother! That

sh*t's for my f***ing brother.

Good luck.

The way out's this way.

- I have a long overdue meeting with Governor Price.

And I really don't want to let her down.

Quinn, you f***ing prick.

- Okay you plum, give me your best shot.

There's no need for that.

- Back off, Butch.

Without Mr. Quinn, we wouldn't be on this side of the prison.

- We what?

He's on the square with Houghton.

Listen, the riot police have nearly got this under

control, so we need to hurry up. Come on.

What, so I don't get to kill him, then?

- Oh shut up, Butch.

Keep going; turn left

at the next gate.

Oy! Where are you going?

- I'll cover the control room.

And how are we supposed to get out?

- No, see...

He's going to be in the control room, Butch.

Listen, if I'm gone too long, they're

going to know something's up.

Ok, I'll buzz you through the last gate; that'll

take you to the prison yard. Now get going!

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