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What are you doing in our bed?

It's them again, Da.

Who? The monsters.

What?

Why did they do that, Dad? It's not right.

No, it's not right, son. That's for sure.

That's the way it is. Go on.

Why?

Well, you said it yourself.

They're monsters.

That's all they are.

They're scary beasts that hunt in packs and prey in the week.

Will they ever get me, Dad?

No, son. They'll never get you, I promise.

How can you be so sure?

Because if you remember, always remember...

Outside this house is a forest.

A vast, dark, scary forest full of evil things lurking round the trees waiting

to get you. Hey, hey.

You've been listening to what I'm telling you, son.

I don't like it, Dad.

Nobody does, but don't worry.

There are three simple rules that will help you survive in a scary forest.

And if you remember them, nothing can ever touch or harm you.

What are they, Dad?

OK, right.

One.

Always beware of strangers.

Be very wary of what they tell you, because they could be a big, bad wolf in

sheep's clothing.

Two, be loyal, son, especially to people that you love and trust.

And three... Shite's gone right out of my napper.

No, no, don't worry, I've got it, I've got it, I've got it. No, no, three. Now,

this is important.

Be a lion, son.

Don't be a lamb.

Don't follow others. Follow your own gut instinct and stick to what you think is

right.

Live in a scary forest.

Follow the magic rules.

Nothing can ever touch or harm you.

Now, it's two in the morning.

Best get some sleeping.

Why doesn't anyone help?

There is no one to help.

What about the police?

We see you're in here again. You won't be so lucky.

Right. We're off you wee shite.

You have anything to say?

Say thank you.

What? I was going to just start hoovering the kitchen floor, Jerry.

Oh, Christ.

Head sore, Willie?

It's the state of you when you get in last night. You could happily make it up

the stairs. Long days of break, it wasn't that bad.

Aye, says you.

A man works hard all week and takes a few babies with his pals.

A few babies?

What are you telling, Paul?

It's Buddha.

He drove us mad.

You started singing black and white minstrel songs when we were trying to

the telly. Is that a fact?

And then when you got to the song about the snowflake, that told us all to be.

Well, that's probably better than all that shite they show in the box. What do

you say, son?

No comment.

Hey, where's my new shirt, Jenny?

No drop.

No droppers again.

Fuck's sake.

What's a snow dropper? A snow dropper is the lowest form of life on the planet,

son. It's scum that steals from other people's washing lines.

But you...

Where are you off to?

Going to take Ruby for a walk. I'm going to make up with Johnny and Jimmy.

Well, put that coat on. I can say that again, but you close that bloody door,

will you?

Watch yourself.

I'll be back by four, yeah? Right.

I just saw the banks with us. Where?

Up the road.

Hope they die, the ugly bastard.

I'm never washing this finger again.

Why? Lisa Boyle. Lisa Boyle? No way.

She gave me three flying saucers to do it. And she offered me a bazooka of joe

to touch my willy. But I drew the line at that.

When? About ten minutes ago, up the alley.

There it is! Come here, you wee shit!

Oh, run!

Oh, come here, you wee shit!

Fuck, they took that brick so hard, I thought I'd fucking kill them.

Was that you looking through when you were just now first?

It wasn't me.

It was, that's in my own fucking eye.

Make sure it stays that way or I'll fucking take your eyes out next time.

Leave him alone you fucking bully! You ugly bastard!

We'll deal with you still later!

When will you stay?

Go and join your friends now says.

Go! Now!

Giza kick.

I saved Giza kick.

It's been arranged.

When?

Friday. It's got to be done in our shift.

Okay.

If the money's not paid in full before then, it'll not happen.

And if it goes to Hitler, there'll be no fucking refund. You get that first?

Got it.

It's up to you to get yourself into solitary, so we can point the finger at

You do that and leave the rest of us okay.

Okay.

Oh, would you get him? You look very smart, son.

I hope she's worth the effort.

Someone's hurry up, for Christ's sake. I told you, Dad, I don't need you to walk

me up there. Oh, it's rough out there. You never know what could happen.

Jenny, you've seen my wallet.

Why would you need your wallet if you're just walking your son to the date?

He's using you as an excuse to go to the pub. He thinks I'm stupid.

Well, I might drop in for a wee refreshment, yeah?

Aye, and I have heard that one before, Willie Ferris.

Oh, you come on.

Well, how's it going, son?

Hi, all right. You're okay?

Fine, Dad.

Are you sure?

You still having trouble with those Banks brothers?

Hard to guess. Good now, but no, it's a fucking great carver knife in your

pocket, son.

Oh, that? Oh, yes, that.

That's just for protection, Dad, right? Yes, yes, I know that.

I just didn't carry one myself. Come here, come here.

Give me the knife, son.

You don't need it, believe me. You carry it or you'll use it, guaranteed fact.

And if you do, what then, eh?

End up banged up and nicked dead for what?

A bunch of fucking cowardly bullies?

I know them bastards have terrorised you over the years and my gut wrenches

every time you come home hurt, but you're better than them, son.

You're greater than they'll ever be.

I wish I could change things. I never wanted this for my family, but I've just

got to accept it and go with it as best we can.

I cannae condone this, son. I cannae.

I gave it all. Come on.

Come on.

That's a good boy. Have a good night, son.

How many good friends have you had then?

You're my first.

You expect me to believe that?

You think I'd lie to you?

I don't know, would you?

You might not be the first, but you're definitely the best looking.

Well, I can.

Huh?

Ho, ho, Ferris. Gives you a shot of your lassie, eh?

Fuck off.

What the fuck did you just say to me?

Fuck off.

Fucking tell me you fuck off!

What did that cunt just say to me? Tell me you fuck off.

You what?

You what?

Fuck it out of here!

Please, we'll just go. There's nothing to play up.

I ain't going to listen to any of that shit.

I ain't going to forget to talk.

Aye, that's right, Sam.

Get to fudge! Some fucking boyfriend you've got, eh?

Fucking puff.

Ever had a golden shower?

You need to stay here till something can be sorted out.

The Banks brothers.

What possessed you, Paul?

Mum's going to have a fit when she finds out.

Do you want to end up like your brother Billy?

Locked up in prison for life?

This is not you, Paul Ferris.

This is not the wee man that I know.

I enjoyed it.

What?

For the first time in my life, I never felt afraid.

The first time I never felt intimidated.

I tell you, Kath, I enjoyed it.

Oh. I'm telling you.

It was easy.

I was on top.

In control.

For once in my life I saw them for what they are.

For nothing.

Nothing!

I allowed them to exist.

You've changed.

I used to look into your eyes and I'd see a little boy.

A wee man full of life and ready for whatever it threw at him.

I look into your eyes now, and do you know what I see?

Demons.

Paul, why do we have to sort this out now?

You're out in two months.

Why fuck it up?

Just the way it's got to be.

Listen, you went and killed a young keeper.

I can see people aren't queuing up to do this.

No. It's powerful, Bob.

It's always been fucking powerful.

Kevin Abigail's not helped his cause, but I've got his thought to.

I think I've changed your mind, haven't I?

Do you know what? I've always had a fear that you kilts were mad bastards.

You're just about to prove me right.

Oh, well.

Time to go to work.

See you around, big fella.

Don't go anywhere to get back, will you? I fear that we may.

Jesus Christ.

He's as dead as a fucking doodoo.

Get some help.

You two back to your fucking towns!

Governor wants the P .U. birds.

Now.

Slates it for fuck's sake. Tell him I'll see him in the morning. I said now!

I hope it's legitimate business. It's not just feeling frisky.

Well, Ferris, have we enjoyed our time in solitary?

Yeah, thank you, sir.

Excellent accommodation, if I may say.

Don't get fucking funny with me, Ferris.

I'm not being funny, sir.

I generally enjoyed the experience.

I found the trilogy quite inspiring.

In fact, I wrote a poem if you'd like to hear it. Ferris, I don't want to hear

your snug answers.

Then why ask the question, sir?

You think you're so clever, don't you, boy?

Fool yourself.

Think you're the big I am?

Well, let me tell you something, Ferris.

Take a look at yourself in the mirror.

Take a long, hard, deep look into that black fucking hole of a soul of yours

you'll see that you're nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

You might think you're a big shot on the streets, but to me, you're fuck all.

This is my world.

Where I rule.

I am God!

People like you are the shit on the sole of my shoe, Ferris.

You might get to leave here in a few days with a giant fucking chip on your

shoulder, but I'll tell you something for certain.

You'll be back.

I can guarantee it.

May I speak, sir?

You ever taken a long hard look at yourself?

I'm fucking warning you, Ferris.

Let him speak.

Let's hear what the wee man has to say for himself.

The way I see it is, if you took a long hard look into yourself, past all your

monsters and demons, I think you'll find a lost, terrified wee boy who's chosen

to lock himself in this big concrete ivory tower and surround himself with

subservient fools in uniform.

A bunch of yes -men to follow his every command without question.

So this might be your world and your God.

The God of what?

You just said yourself we're all the life's scum.

Shit on your shoe.

I'd have to say the God that hasn't got a clue what's going on.

Blind to all the beatings and corruption that your fools carry out every single

day in this place.

Because if you didn't all, then you're really no better than us.

You know what, sir?

In a funny way, I feel sorry for you.

You see, I walk away from here in three days.

But you, you're doing life.

Welcome back to planet Earth, Mr. Ferris.

Good to see ya.

Mind your own business, Jimmy boy. I think I cracked a few.

What the fuck's happened to you?

Just had a hitter on Earth.

Is that right?

Of who?

Mike fucking Tyson?

So what's been happening?

Not much, Paul.

You're a glitch now and then, but nothing we can handle.

It's all right.

Yeah?

That's all I've heard.

It's only a Mercedes, Paul. It's a few stitches in my back. It's no bother.

How many?

Fuck me.

That's some girlfriend you got there, Jimmy.

Aye, well, he's just got a bit of a temper, Paul.

That's all.

Arthur Thompson.

He wants a meet.

He's throwing a party and you're on it, the problem, Alan.

When?

The night.

I'm going there the night.

Just take me home.

We weren't pissed off if we just don't turn up, Paul.

No, what's his problem?

Never asked for a party.

So what are we supposed to tell him? Tell him whatever you like.

The way I feel right now, you can tell him to go fuck himself.

You don't say things like that to the Godfather, Paul.

I'm just taking it home, all right?

Look who's pulled up beside us, Don.

Who's that, Dad? That's Arthur Thompson, the one bad bastard never to be trusted

to sell his granny for a penny.

Oh, Arthur?

He won't say.

What's he do, though? He's a leech, son.

Sucks off the blood of the weak.

Like a vampire, that.

A vampire?

Just about fucking sums him up.

Now, listen here to me.

Just hear well clear to that man.

He's a devil in cabinet.

Oh.

Oh!

Get home.

Can get now or what?

Sorry, Johnny.

I was miles away.

How's Anne -Marie taking it?

I think you're about to find out, pal.

What happened?

Nothing.

Doesn't look like nothing to me.

Yeah.

Honest, love. It's nothing.

I've had worse.

It's not on, Paul.

What, love?

This.

Everything. Look at you.

It's all right.

No, it's not all right.

I'm frightened.

Why? Why?

Fuck you, Paul Ferry.

I don't understand what's wrong here.

You've been in prison for nine months.

The last two, I didn't even receive a letter. You could have been dead for all

know. I was in solitary, Anne.

This is what I mean.

Can you just hear yourself?

I was in solitary, Anne, as if you were on holiday in fucking Spain.

Have you lost all sense of reality?

This has got to stop if we're going to have a future together, Paul. It really

has. I provide.

Oh, fuck off.

So does the normal guy in the street.

But his partner doesn't spend all her time worrying her man's going to end up

doing life.

But even worse is dead.

You get the whole thing out of context.

You there patronise me, Paul Ferris.

What do you think I am?

Some stupid bimbo you met down the pub?

I want to... Oh, fuck off, man!

You knew what I was.

You knew what you signed up for.

You bastard.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Everything's going to be alright.

I promise.

I'm scared, Paul. I'm so scared.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

We'll change things.

I'll change.

Alright?

Do you believe me?

He was well pissed off when you did any show for the party.

Laid on a good spread and all.

With all the ones, nonetheless.

Arthur reckoned no one could touch it until we were out.

Felt sorry for him, really.

For Arthur Thompson?

No.

The bloke who took a cheese and onion sandwich.

Junior Thompson broke both his hands with a pool cue.

What Fatboy did?

Aye, he made a big show out of it as well.

Made everyone watch.

It was like one of those things you see in places like Iran.

Fucking public execution.

To finish it off, he pushed a pole cue right up the poor guy there.

You added that bit on.

No, I never.

Where was that then?

I don't know.

Have a half, please, love.

I'm supposed to be meeting Arthur Thompson.

Is he in?

Do you know who's over there?

Oh, here he is at last.

The wee man himself, Paul Ferris.

Over here, pal. Join us for a bevy.

And we're at it, pal.

Yes, Gar.

Tiff, feel, Tiff.

Mate, Tweedledum and Tweedledummer.

What's that doing, Paul? Here, next to you, mate.

I'll get you a drink.

I'm all right with that.

Listen, we all heard what you did to that bastard Bank.

I'd have done it myself, Paul, swear to God.

Yes, rumors, Junior.

Can you believe the modesty of this guy?

Takes out half the opposition single -handed and calls it rumour.

I like your style, Paul. I really do.

Better an empty house than a bad tenant, eh, Paul?

I'm here to see your father.

The Godfather?

How do we know?

He's been waiting on you.

Well, I'm here now.

Send his office.

Snug bar.

You've done a nice bit of work, fool.

Fucking pawn drive.

Six -year -old child.

Can you believe it?

Fucking... animal.

How's your father?

He's fine, Mr Thompson.

Good man.

You're a good stock, Paul.

I've been keeping tabs on you.

You're making a name for yourself when you've earned respect on the streets.

So I'll no waste your time and cut to the chase.

It's time you moved up the ladder.

Would you be interested in coming to work for me?

It'd be nothing you're no use to.

A bit of running here, a bit of back work there.

Just to begin with.

Interested?

You're working for me now, son.

You were warned.

Twice. You won't happen again, Arthur.

Oh, I know that.

Whoa.

You said you had a surprise.

Has it gone off yet?

Slicely eggs and dead people's eyes.

That's why they close them in the films.

Whoa. Film, John? You like ice?

Nah. You can get diseases from dead bodies.

I went to kiss my gran at a funeral and my ma turned me off.

Who is it? I don't know.

I don't know what I found.

Jesus, wet.

Fuck me, Paul. You're rich.

I'll take the first 40 quid and then we'll share it.

How have you been, Paul? I've been a little sick.

No, Ma. Just don't go, lad.

I've been thinking, Ma. Mm -hm.

Go and buy yourself something, then.

Oh, where is it?

I'm sorry.

You made me give it all back.

We're not talking theft here, lad. We're talking murder investigation.

I just found it. There's a lesson to be learned here, boy.

This time, it will be a caution.

Next time... You'll have to bring him down to station tomorrow.

Can you go out the back way, officer?

My neighbours.

Are you sure you saw nothing?

Wee man.

I promise, sir.

I just found it.

The fuck do you have to give him the money back for, Jenny?

Can't you?

There's a boy dead while he's there with someone's son. Well, he doesn't need

the money now, does he?

Coppers would probably keep it for themselves anyway.

Even. Bastard. This is where he gets it from. What from?

Get a life, Willie.

Now listen, son.

If you did see anything, and get me right, I'm not saying that you did. I

didn't. Yeah, just listen to me, son.

You never say anything to anyone, do you understand?

Not to your friends, not to your mother, and not to me, to anyone.

You promise me, son?

I promise, son.

Good boy.

I didnae give it all back, da.

Huh?

Well, would you look at that?

This by the one I was with you already?

Not being nasty, but it's not much to look at, really.

It's a bit tacky. I mean, what is that?

It's an attempt at low profile or bad taste.

Considering Apple Thompson's platter across every newspaper in Scotland, I'm

going to go for bad taste.

What?

Well, look who it is.

I'm glad you could make it, even though you're late.

How's your father, Paul? He is still alive, isn't he?

He was when I left him this morning.

Oh, God. Tell him I was asking after him, won't you?

Mother, why don't you come and sit at the table and have some cheese?

I'm fine.

I prefer my own company, to be honest. Mother, don't be so rude.

Oh, Mother, don't be so rude.

I caught her with the Edinburgh accident.

She was born in the fucking garbles.

Don't you worry, Anne.

Just didn't get pissed and fall asleep.

I heard that.

You want men, too?

Paul, I'll take you to the very good side for some fresh air.

No, no, you look after your breath. What? But... But nothing.

Do as I say.

I need a private word with Paul.

Okay, Doc.

Whatever you say.

Breath run my teeth big time.

Oh, that's Godfather's ship.

I hear you, Arthur.

They superglued his hip. So, Junior, I couldn't check it properly.

I had to cut a slit in the side.

That was supposed to be 50 grand worth of gear.

50 fucking grand?

I want you to go to work.

I want you to get my 50 grand back.

Okay. Have you ever had any dealings with the licensee, McGraw?

McGraw?

No.

But I saw him go to work once.

Why do you think they call him the licensee? It's not because he's a pub

landlord. It's because he's been feeding information to the police and in return

they give him license to do what the fuck he wants.

And he would need the glow of dawn that

paints the sky above to try and paint

a portrait.

Come, McGraw.

What was the place?

Ladies and gentlemen, Gary Driscoll!

How are we this evening? Having a good night, yeah?

Good.

Oh, would you love... Hello. You're very blonde, aren't you?

If you'd given her a penny for her thoughts, you'd definitely get chains

wouldn't you? And sir, sir, how erect.

What star would we call it, then?

Gossip. Bastard.

It's fucking funny.

Although this one here is the biggest, it actually hurt the

least. But this one, man, can help.

Aye.

That was...

I'm not working for that shit.

I work for the old man. I just happen to get lumbered with his slobber. From

what he was saying earlier, I was led to believe he was running the show.

Take it from me, pal, that boy's a Walter Mitty fucking dreamer.

You know what Phil me watches over and over again?

What's that then?

The Godfather.

24 fucking seven.

I'd have guessed.

So, how does it feel to be moving up the ranks, dear?

I don't know what you mean.

Paul's promotion.

Promotion? You've definitely lost me there.

He never talks about his work, then?

Maybe he does, but not to me.

Ever wonder why?

Because I don't want to know.

A man like Paul should have a strong woman behind him.

Well, perhaps you should go find one then.

A girl like you should be grateful. For what? For what you can fucking get.

From whom?

Us.

With respect, Rita, I don't want anything from you.

People would give their right arm to work with us.

Maybe they would. But that's Paul's business, not mine.

I need to go over here if that's all right.

Of course, but I'm a bit tired myself.

We'll take it if you want. Oh, no.

It's just around the corner.

For auld lang syne. For auld lang syne. For auld

lang syne. For auld lang syne.

For auld lang

syne.

You've got to cut that one out, Sherry.

It's my only voice.

And I only have a video.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. In you go.

All right, then.

Sorry about Maggie, Arthur.

She was a nice old girl.

Fucking shame.

Where's that fucking son of mine?

He should be here.

He's very upset, Arthur.

He's beside himself.

Pissed, you mean?

Out of his head on coke?

I want whoever done this.

Any ideas?

Do you think I'd be lying here like this without any fucking idea?

Get out there.

No matter what it takes.

I want names.

I want names.

Here, boys.

It's done.

It's a very lucky bite.

Tell me about it.

The last time someone tried to shoot him, point blank, the gun failed.

Well, it can't do something.

Fucking do it almost all day tomorrow.

Arthur, it's a gun off the guy.

Beat him to death with it. She hated us.

Try and shame for the old dear, though.

Aye.

It's funny how she never got away with it.

Mind you, they mentioned her to drink that night. She probably would not look

like a fucking fucker.

Thanks, Bella.

Would you like to taste, sir?

No, that's fine, thanks.

Would you like me to pour, sir?

No, I'd like you to just fuck off.

It's a very serious allegation.

We were here both in about a pub ten minutes after the car went up.

And I was so scared the old man was dead they couldn't wait to tell everybody.

Why would they go up against the old man?

Because they're smackheads.

And they're sick as shite, that's why.

Thought they could move up.

And what's this got to do with me?

We're just letting you know there's going to be a retaliation.

The bank's going to look for people to hide behind. We want to know you're on

side.

Yeah, of course.

The world's a far better place without them scumbags in it.

Tell Arthur I'm on side, 100%. And the old man knows that, Tom.

You might be off your norm of branch, so to speak.

Says you should both look at ways of working together.

Look, Alan, thanks.

I genuinely am flattered.

Once the dust settles with the Banks brothers, we'll arrange a meeting, work

something out.

Look, Paul, if you need any help with this, come and just say the word.

No.

We're going to deal with it.

The clock fucking thickens, eh?

I can't believe it.

I was scared to kill you.

Scared?

Why? I don't know.

I didn't know how you'd react.

I'm very... It's the best news I've ever had.

You're everything to me.

We're going to have a baby.

Honestly. A baby?

Aye.

Well, fuck me, Paul.

I never thought of you as a father.

Tell me, Johnny. I couldn't fucking believe it.

Paul, these are the guys I was telling you about.

This is Joe Hanlon.

All right, Paul. And Bobby Glover.

Thanks for the meat, Paul.

Who's after, boys?

Pretty similar. I want to join your crew.

I've done a bit of graphing. I like to see.

I heard that.

I bet you know who scored, Paul.

The guy's a fucking grass and everybody knows it. And he gives good criminals

like us a bad fucking name.

Well, yous are coming over at a bad time.

You realise that?

Aye, Paul.

The banks, it's a fucking liberty.

Just say the word and we're with you 100%. Paul, you go and pick up a package

the south side.

We are going to show Glasgow what happens to you cunts that fuck with the

Thompsons. This city needs to be sent a fucking message. You hear what I'm

saying? A fucking message.

They're buying.

Fucking buying.

Dead men walking, son of a smelly bastard.

I tell you what, Paul, I want their eyes.

Know what I'm saying? I want their fucking eyes in a jar.

Not saying much, Paul.

Huh?

Quiet, man.

Come on, you!

Fucking move!

Fuck's sake!

Just knock the old cunt down, you dare a fever!

Look who's come out the fucking door. The banks, pal. Leave it, I'm no tooled

up. Leave it!

We need to go to work here, Junior.

I said I'm not carrying.

No, listen, we'll speak to my dad when we get back.

Ho! Down the moor!

Ho! Get back in the moor!

There it is! Ho!

Fucking hell! Don't drive me!

Don't drive me!

Don't drive me!

I won't talk to anyone today, right? Just get some clothes and get fucking

No.

I need to speak to my da.

What do you need to speak to him for? They need to take my fucking head off.

This needs planning.

We speak to the old man.

Well, if you're not up to it, just get me a gun and I'll go back myself.

Just do as you're fucking told.

They are well and truly shitting themselves to new.

They've locked themselves away and they're refusing to come out.

You should have taken them out when you had the opportunity, Paul.

What do you want us to do?

We go in through the front door.

That's what you want, Arthur?

That's what we all fucking want.

They dishonoured the family.

Betterment of mafia bullshit.

What's that?

fucking head on a plate.

We mean it.

We take no fucking prisoners on there.

If the fucking kids are there, I'm doing them an awe.

With respect, Arthur, we don't do civilians.

Fuck civilians!

Will you shut the fuck up?

Stick on that shit up your nose again.

But fuck nothing!

It'll be a clean clinical job.

The quicker done, the better, so we can get back.

like, uh, Charworth Jr.

in private.

Sorry, Don.

Don't sorry, Donny.

Never say fucking sorry!

You keep putting me down in front of that flash cunt.

Fucking Ferris.

You think marry him then you dare me?

You ain't a fucking stupid.

You're grooming him to take my place.

Can you hear me, you fucking saint?

Can you hear me?

If you continue on with your fucking grooming, it'll be more

than Ferris you have to worry about.

I say we go to them.

Before they come to us.

They'll no come here if the Kenwood's best for them.

That's right, Ma, you tell them. Don't you find so funny? Your fucking idea to

blow them up in the first place.

Was that right?

Aye, fucking right.

There's no point in crying about it now, is there? Who's crying? I'm just

fucking saying.

Terrible, eh?

All your boys are gone.

Don't you worry.

You've gone with him, you filthy old cunt.

I don't even think about it.

Fuck you. I'm fucking serious, fat boy!

Look, no one's going to miss the Banks family, but we can only do so much,

Arthur. So far, it's been put down to a drugs deal that's gone pits up, but

people aren't that fucking stupid.

Just give us someone to throw to the wolves and I think we can swing this.

But it's going to cost you big time.

We'll see you, Arthur.

Heads up, Bobby. Look who it is.

What needs loads to spin, Doctor?

Who? He's a fucking bent copper.

I thought he only worked for a licensee.

He's the world's worst.

He's a ditched -up mepute with a fucking doctor. He's a friend of Arthur's.

He's a fucking copper.

I agree.

What do you do?

I believe you've got 50 grand for me, my friend.

For a couple of the iron brew.

And you made the introduction.

And we want every fucking penny back or a lot of people are going to get hurt.

You can tell your wee pal Bonner and all.

I didn't know they were going to pull a stroke, Paul.

If I thought you did, you wouldn't be here, pal.

I told Arthur I'm going to sort it.

I just need a bit of time.

I get burnt in the deal too.

I just need one more week. Get the cash, bastard!

Or I'll burn your fucking house down.

I'll even give him my house if I don't.

In my children's eyes, Paul.

I promise.

One week, pal.

Don't let me come looking for you.

Thanks, Paul.

Thanks, Junior. Do not thank me, cunt.

You're leaving his little choice here.

I promise to God.

Thanks, Paul.

Good.

Be message for the Godfather.

There's no need for that.

Mr, the revolt of the May.

Let's go.

I want to talk to you about something.

When the baby's gone out, we should move.

Don't like to bring my upper in here.

What, Paul Ferris leaves his beloved Glasgow?

That'll be right.

Anyway, since I hear... I mean it, then.

Don't like to bring up my kid in this shite hole.

If there's enough, really, I have.

What's brought this on?

Something happened at work the other day.

Messing with my head.

There's not a lot of nothing in bad situations.

I'm certainly no angel, that's for fucking sure.

It was this guy who owes us some money.

We had a couple of kids, you know what I mean?

It just made me realise that I'm becoming what I've always despised.

A bully and a leech.

I grew up with those bastards and they made my life a fucking misery.

What the fuck am I doing?

I've decided to set myself up and go straight.

Seriously?

Pigs might fly. I don't have any intention of doing this game with

Well, we'll see.

Aye, you will.

I've got plans.

What plan?

To take over from the old man.

What, he's just handing you over the business?

Not quite.

Are you?

Interesting.

Can I ask why, by the way?

You mind?

Be my guest.

Want some?

No, thank you.

Don't get me wrong, Tam.

I love my da.

But I'm worried about him.

He's getting old, soft, letting things slip.

Between you and me, he's putting a hold on the heroin.

Says it's too heavy a risk.

Fuck me, Tam, that's where all the money is.

I am fed up scratching around with fucking extortion. A man could get hurt.

There's no fucking money in it anyway.

By the time you've paid off the police, fuck all left.

I'm listening.

Okay.

Here's what I'm thinking.

If I go up against the old man, people will lose respect for me.

You know what I mean?

Out of order.

How could he?

His own father, all that crap.

I'm still listening.

We're in.

If you take the old man out, that's just business.

There'll be a big funeral.

Blah, blah, blah.

And then it'll be forgotten about.

I'll set him up for you, Tam.

It'll be as easy as pie.

And?

Then I'll be seen to make peace with you.

Who wants a war? No, that's shite.

We split the empire down the line.

50 -50.

All the way.

Drugs, clubs, protection, fucking pimps.

Wham, bam, fucking thank you, ma 'am.

I hear what you're saying, Junior.

I think you might have overlooked one small problem.

Or should I say wee problem?

Him?

You leave fucking Ferris to me.

I've got grand plans for him.

I will sort that flash cunt out once and for all.

Part of the deal, eh?

Raymond Bonner.

Put my name up.

I wasn't even fucking there.

It's the fucking curse of the Iron Brew again.

This is a serious situation, boys.

And it's going to bring unwanted eyes upon us.

Where did you get the information from?

Bank Corp has sold me the info. It's a good source.

Bonner's up for a murder charge.

He's drip -feeding them info in exchange for a deal. The Corp says they can't

tell me the super graph. Well, I don't get it.

We're a three -man team, right?

Junior uptown and me. Right.

How the fuck have we only got my name?

Now, there's the fucking mystery.

Well, I'm not taking any chances.

I'm going to have it on my toes for a while.

It's time to see if it's RuPaul.

No.

You know, I was thinking about a holiday anyway.

If there's a warning for attempted murder flying about, it's going to be a

fucking holiday.

This is all I need right now.

How many is going to go off her fucking nut?

Take her with you.

Come me back.

I'm probably in the month.

And I can look at it.

Just see the lovely little squirrels. Not the grey ones, the little red ones.

Yes, all right.

I'm up for mother and he's talking about red fucking squirrels. Will you relax?

Calm down. Take time out.

Junior's agreed to take you down there.

Pick up your things.

And while you're away, don't worry.

I will straighten things out.

What do you think?

No bad day?

All right.

Follow me.

Now, if you need anything, and I mean anything, just call me, all right?

Okay, thanks.

Not a problem, Annie.

You just relax and enjoy.

Listen, I'd better get going. The old man, you know.

But, uh, don't you worry.

We've got all this sorted out, right?

Chill.

We'll be in touch. Keep you updated.

Keep your chin up.

Lovely.

So nice that we let us use it.

No, I thought you needed a break.

This is where I want to live.

One day, Aunt.

One day.

What shall we do?

I fancy a nice lunch.

There's loads of beautiful restaurants down at the harbour.

Nah.

Well, we came here to get away from people.

Relax.

It's just me and you, all right?

OK.

Sounds good to me.

Hello? Who?

I think you've got the wrong number, pal.

Right.

Get down with your hands behind your back!

Right, you wee cunt! You know what I'm going to do with this?

Fuck!

Stay exactly where you are! Do not move!

There's a woman in the house! There's no woman, right! She's pregnant!

She's pregnant!

Shut up!

There's a WTC down here. Now!

Take her outside, please.

Anything? There's a pickaxe handle and some cash.

Are you sure?

Pull the place apart. It's clean.

Fucking tell me. Brown powder. I'd say heroin.

Fuck you.

If it's pure, you're looking at eight to fifteen for supplying.

Fuck you, you bastard.

I could make it go lockies, but it'll cost you.

Fuck it down for that.

No matter how long, I'll come and I'll blow your fucking head off.

I'll blow you away, you fucking bastard. Shut it! No, you shut it!

I'll do fifteen years.

You'll do life waiting for me to come get you.

Do you understand me? Fuck you! Fuck you, you fucking cunt!

You're a bigger gangster than I'll ever fucking be!

You've crossed the line now, pal.

You're warriors in your fair fucking game. I'm coming for you. Do you

me? Just you, you other cunt. Just you! You're a fucking dead man!

You're a fucking dead, you cunt! I'm going to fucking murder you!

Oh.

You're wanting a connection with the attempted murder of Raymond Bonner.

Have you got anything to say?

Raymond Bonner made a statement that you attempted to kill him.

You got anything to say about that?

No comment.

We found high -grade diamorphine, cash and offensive weapons where you were

staying.

You got anything to say about that?

No comment.

We also found... Without respect, I'm bothered as shit.

What are you going to do?

Who the fuck do you think you are exactly?

You can't go about threatening to blow away the police then.

Now, will you listen to me?

We were tipped off that you were at the house.

Think about it.

Someone has put a price on your head.

And if no one...

You're

a fucking legend.

If I could sing, I wouldn't be in this room.

I'm only fucking singing.

Fucking fucker.

Bonner?

You want to know?

Rhyme and Bonner?

Yeah.

What do you fucking want?

I want a word with you, sunshine.

This has been an alarming case with many twists and turns.

The alleged attempted murder charge on Raymond Bonner being dropped on his own

insistence, jurors failing to appear, evidence disappearing

from police lockers, a whole array of inaptitude on the police front and

wizardry on your part, no doubt.

I have no ambiguity as to who you are and what you are, Ferris.

But unfortunately, I am bound by tariffs.

For the possession of offensive weapon, 18 months.

Take him down.

Job done.

Very lucky to survive.

The wily old fuck had a bulletproof vest on. It's all good out here at the

moment, Bob. Fat boy's been mounting off again.

The knife's set out. Try to say that you sanctioned the hit.

I've some serious business I want to get.

Still thinking it's from the grass, eh?

No fucking doubt.

There's only two people who knew what that house was.

Kennedy Arthur put me up.

Hamilton's work.

Fat boy's name written all over it.

Transpired that Junior and McGraw are now up each other's arses.

From mortal enemies to best of fucking buddies now.

Glasgow send -off.

Pull up the afternoon in the head.

Everybody knows he wears a bulletproof vest.

Why didn't he get Glasgow send -off?

I'm lost here.

It's a botched hit.

They fucked up on purpose.

Try and make it look like me.

Somebody's trying to pull my fucking strings here.

What do you want us to do?

Fuck that boy.

Fuck the old man.

And if we could all want to, you can fucking have someone off.

We could all do without this, Paul.

I never started this thing, Jimmy.

I'm gonna set it up here.

And I'm not gonna let it go.

No fucking way.

You fucked this up big time.

He's only got a couple of busted ribs.

Checked himself out in two days.

Now, he's surrounded himself with security. We'll never get near him now.

It's unfortunate.

Things will die down with him. You just have to be patient. A travesty, Tom.

A fucking travesty.

Well, you have to be safe to put things right. You know that, Junior.

What?

Ferris? Aye.

I tried to have him done in the jail.

Lost two good men.

It's cost me a fucking fortune.

No, you have to be seen to have a personal hand in it. It'll not look

otherwise.

He's out in the pewies.

I'll sort him.

Personally.

I think it's best that you get away for a while.

How long?

Just until it does itself.

Then... I promise you, Anne -Marie,

a wee boy means the world to me.

When it's over, I'm going to threat.

I mean it.

I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

That's all there is.

You sound like a fucking gramophone record.

I don't need your cliche promises anymore.

I think you probably mean well, and I'm sure you believe it can happen.

But deep, deep down, if you're honest with yourself, Paul...

You realise it can never be.

It's gone too far now.

It's part of you.

It took over your life.

It's possessed your soul.

I have thought long and hard about this.

And right or wrong, I'll be there for you as their child.

I don't think I love you anymore.

So what's this all about, son?

Keep it simple for you, Arthur.

I gave you 100 % loyally.

I carried out every one of your orders without question.

I thought if I proved myself to you, I'd be taken into the fold.

Treated as one of your own.

And what did I get in return?

I was set up to be thrown to the fucking wolves.

Shame.

Your son.

Your fuck -up of a son.

Trades and flesh.

You fucking stitched me up.

From what I've been hearing, I'm not the only one that's been hung out to dry.

We can work with her.

So later that after.

It's gone too far.

So what do you expect me to do?

What do you fucking want from me?

I want to know that you had nothing to do with my betrayal.

And then what?

Let you make a fucking move on my son?

It's not gonna happen.

It wasn't me who set up the hit.

It's up to you to work it.

I don't particularly care whether you believe me or not.

But it wasn't me.

See that over there?

As Glasgow, a lot of blood, sweat, and tears went into that.

I am who I am, and I won't rule over.

And if you want fucking war, you can have it.

It wasn't him.

He never grasped me up.

So what now?

Now it begins.

The old man's no been the same since he met with him.

I think he suspects him. He's fucking strange.

You're paranoid.

Really? Well, he's not going after him.

Just says let the dust settle, see what happens.

I sound like the old man to you?

Well, now's the time for you to make your move, Junior.

Prove yourself a leader.

Take the battle to him. Don't let him have the initiative.

We're in this together, right?

You're with me, right?

Of course.

You sort out Ferris like you said. Part of the deal.

I'll do the old man.

Then it's you and me.

All the way.

Just kind of get to him.

He's being careful moving around.

We'll then draw him out.

Hey,

what the fuck's this?

Can I have a word?

Well, I've got a choice. What? I want you to pass on a message.

Junior fucking Thompson, no less. There was a few of them.

He's okay, mate. He's got a few cuts and bruises and a broken arm, but he's as

tough as all fucking boots. He was lucky, thank God. He's a fucking

I know.

Listen, McGraw's fucked off with Fatboy as well.

He's called a mate.

What? What do you want us to do?

Don't do anything.

Just stay at this fucking house.

Do you want something to say?

Fuck off.

Both of you.

Fuck off.

Go on!

Get your fuck...

This is my hat list!

And the top of this list... ...Fennis!

I just want you to know, I'm with you on this, Paul.

You stepped over the line. It's fucking out of order.

And who can you trust if you can't trust your own, eh?

It's alright.

Doesn't give a fucking shit. Coked up to the eyeballs, telling everybody to

bring it on.

Where is he?

Nobody disrespects the Godfather!

Who does he think he is?

Fucking wee cunt.

He'll be sleeping with the fishies before the night's out.

I fucking guarantee it!

Ferris, Johnny Davis, Jimmy Pearson, Glover, Hanlon,

they're all fucking dead men!

You hear me?

Anybody associated with a cunt goes on and on.

Farboy! Farboy!

Where's Peter Tomczyk? Where is he? He's not here.

A walk is just down the road. That's not a good idea, boss.

Don't you forget who you fucking work for, you lump.

Not frightened of anybody.

I ain't frightened of nobody, huh?

Your face.

Your face!

Get your dirty billiard in your fat butt.

Stop! Stop!

Please! Please!

Paul!

Paul, get in the car!

We have witnesses who heard your name being called.

The old man said it was you.

Said you were the one who tried to kill him as well.

He's made a statement and is going to testify.

You'll fuck this time, young man.

You're going to be held without bail until the trial.

I fully intended to do it.

I just couldn't find the back of something like that.

I put my name up to the brothers.

I mean, we sort this stuff amongst ourselves.

You know what the fucking rules are.

He invented them. Yeah, to suit his fucking self.

Pulled him into grass.

How's that money?

She's still in shock.

She'll be all right. She'll get over it. She has to.

Listen, Paul, the papers have practically convicted you already.

Aye, I'd say it's about the last boat, but I know it was a bit short notice,

mate.

So, we'll fit in this boat anyway.

So, who are we meeting?

Well, I've got to go and pick up a nice wee bit of money for a wee job I've

done, so it should be a nice wee turn.

Means a night out in the tin for us afterwards, matey.

Take a wee right, mate.

And just pull up on the left there.

All right, Georgie boy?

Aye, I'm all right. Are you?

What do you think?

I don't know.

They say there's information that will help Paul.

Do you trust him?

Of course I don't trust him.

Right.

I'll come in with you. No.

They stay here.

There's enough paranoia already. We don't want to spook the past.

I'll be up.

All right, then.

Is Tam in? He's expecting me.

You carry him?

No. Do you mind if I check?

Boy, man.

Tom?

Tom, are you there?

You coming in to say to me, won't you?

All right, mate.

Through here, right? Yeah.

Fuck!

I'm burying my son.

tomorrow. I just wanted to be sure you were there too.

This isn't going to change anything.

It's an eye for an eye.

Look at all.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck. All right, boys.

Fuck you, Arthur Thompson.

No. No.

What are your dreams?

A dream that one day, when we're old, we'll all be together.

Living in a huge golden castle.

We'll be kings.

Brave kings.

We'll fight monsters and demons.

We'll make it a land without the Banks brothers.

Yeah. A kingdom without a fear of none.

We'll be like knights in shining armour.

We'll be rich beyond our wildest dreams.

More than my mum gets from bingo.

But most of all we'll be happy in a land without bullies. Yeah, and we'll all

get to look at Lisa Boyle's big tits and live forever and ever and ever, happily

ever after.

Till death do us part. Till death do us part.

in my mother's eyes.

I had nothing to do with this, Paul.

What can I say, man? I'm fucking shocked.

Got him?

Yeah. It's not fucking right to kill a man just because he's good to you.

Fuck.

It's a tragedy.

I just wanted to put things right, Paul.

Let you know I'm with you on this. All the way.

100%.

against the old man for you, Paul. As good as my fucking judge.

Huh?

I know.

You know what, Paul?

I fucking know.

You know fucking what, Paul? Yeah, you fucking cunt.

You.

But what does it say?

What fucking cost?

Well, it's just the way it is, isn't it?

It's always been like that.

You and me.

We're the fucking same. We all are.

If it wasn't me, it'd be you, the old man, Johnny, Jimmy, fuck knows who.

It's a big, bad fucking world out there, pal.

And you dare win.

There's just one thing I can't get my head around.

Why didn't you just let me kill for a play?

Simple, really.

You're pretending.

You'd never get caught.

You're gone.

If you ever fucking get out of here, you're looking at life, my old son.

Whatever it will be, it will be.

But I'll be seeing you.

We will, Tom.

Do you think you are a wee man, eh?

Do you think you can fucking threaten me? I'm the fucking governor now.

I'll see to it fucking personally that you do away.

Do you fucking hear me, wee man? I'm your fucking...

fucking believe!

You do fucking lie! You're out of sight!

You do fucking lie!

Paul Ferris!

Do you fear for your life being back on the street?

No, not at all.

How does it feel to be acquitted of the charges of the murder of Junior Thompson

and the attempted murder of Arthur the Godfather Thompson?

Because I stitched up from the beginning and that was pulled without a shadow of

doubt in this floor.

What do you mean by stitched up?

The police lied.

Witnesses lie.

But worst of all, letters from the Deputy Crown agencies were produced to

me look like a paid informant.

Now these so -called letters were produced for one purpose.

To act as my death warrant.

To try and make me look like a grass.

To try and kill off any loyalty I might have had left.

Well, I've never claimed to be anything other than what I am.

But I never committed the murder of Junior Thompson.

And until Arthur Thompson stood in the dock and testified against me, I had

nothing but the utmost respect for that man.

But now I've seen him for what he really is.

He's a mercenary.

A lying, gutless police informant.

A man who sold his soul to protect himself.

Anything to add, Paul?

No.

That's enough.

It's over.

I'm going home.

Could have another.

You get a double, mate.

Here you go, sir.

Ah.

Excuse me, treatment.

Two more whiskies here, please.

What time did you get to, Tally?

It's about two hours, sir.

I have never in my life experienced such pain, anguish, and desolation for the

loss of my dear son.

They say that those who live by violence shall die by violence.

Those who judge will be judged.

That's the way it is in our world and the order of our things.

I accepted this without question until fate knocked on my door.

Some people believe that destiny is preordained.

I'm not so sure.

I like to think we each choose our own path.

I chose to be a gangster and done some terrible things.

I make no excuses for what I am.

And for right or wrong, I truly believed I was in a world of code and honour.

I was wrong about that and about many other things.

I was deluded.

What's done is done.

And that life's behind me.

I'm sure there'll be people out there who say I can't change.

And to be honest, I don't blame them.

We'll see.