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It was the start of an era.

But before the murders, before the doors, the pills, and all the egg, and

Tony, before all of that, there was my bear.

Welcome to...

Spain was my first taste of the proper big time.

The next level.

And it's where it all began for me.

You all right, son?

Hi, mate.

What's the matter with your fucking face? You look ill.

Don't start, mate. I've been out all fucking night.

Look, do yourself a favour, have a little bit of that.

Fucking hell, you want to slow down, don't you? It's only about ten lines in

four minutes.

Is that it?

Exactly the same stuff.

100%?

100%. So what can I do for you?

We've got a bag full of readies here.

What sort of readies are you talking about?

Ten large.

What do you want, pills or sniff?

Pills.

China whites, doves or burgers?

China whites.

Now be careful on them. They're 24-hour buzz and you'll be out your cunt. Yeah,

that's what we fucking want.

Listen to me, look, I'm not being rude here. It's a fucking beautiful boat, but

I don't even know you.

We gotta go up in the mills with a bag full of fucking... Pat, don't worry, I

can vouch for this geezer.

He's known my dad a long time.

He's a top fella.

Thing you need to know about Harris, he's got a lot of muscle around him, but

his gear's fucking kosher.

Don't fuck him over, or you'll be in a lot of trouble.

You got a deal?

Nice doing business.

Cheers, boys.

Good health.

Terry Fisher.

He was the middle man for some of the top firms in my bar.

Nothing. And I mean nothing came in and out of that bolt without his say-so.

Listen, this guy's that we're going to meet.

I don't know the full strength of him, right? So let me do the talking and

sound him out.

Keep strong, you got me?

Fuck me, where did this cunt from Caius, Pablo Escobar?

Fucking food she is.

Nice to meet you, Frank.

You've got a beautiful home, I've got to say it.

It's Mr Harris.

Okay. You're the two hard men I've heard about.

Nice to meet you, Mr Harris.

He looks like he's off for a game of tennis.

Mr Harris, don't worry about us. We can handle ourselves.

I'm sure you can. You're the luggage then, eh?

Right. Yeah.

Eric and Carl will take care of the details.

I've got to catch a flight for London.

Make yourselves at home.

Mi casa es tu casa.

You Harris's bird, then?

No one owns me.

Well, maybe me and you can, uh, creep out for a few drinks, would you reckon?

I don't think you can afford me.

Well, let me let you into a little secret.

I'm fucking moving up in the world.

Well, let's have that drink when you're up.

Pat.

All sorted.

Come on, just fuck off.

I mean it.

See you around.

Maybe.

Tell you what, if that gear's up as good as they say, we are gonna make a fucking

fortune knocking him out on the golf club.

Fuck him up, mate.

How do you fancy a little cheeky one?

Sure, go on then.

Have that and we'll have another one before we go out.

Cheers, son.

Cheers.

Pills got me up, but I needed the Charlie to stay sharp. The powder kept

me alert, keeps the anger at boiling point.

Just where I need to be.

Oh, for fuck's sake, what are you fucking doing?

What's it look like I'm fucking doing?

All right, calm down. I just want to know what we're doing tonight, that's

all. What are we doing tonight? I'll tell you what we're fucking doing

tonight. You know what we're fucking doing tonight.

You see that? Fucking pictures of the fucking queen. One prostitute, two

prostitutes, three prostitutes, four prostitutes, five fucking prostitutes.

Pat, I can't fucking do five prostitutes, mate. No, no, I'm not

interested in you, you cunt. We're talking about me.

What I want to fucking do? Now go and get me a fucking pill. We're live in

your fucking cell, Pat.

I'm saying I love you, but you're driving me fucking mad, you cunt!

Fuck

me,

Pat.

How do you feel?

I just want a big pair of tits in my face and a G-string in my mouth.

There's a fucking million brasses in here. It's a matter of time.

Oh, mate.

Fucking buzzing out of my cunt.

Hi.

Hello, girls. Fucking hell, perfect timing.

What I have there is the magic powder.

Wow. Makes you want to do things you don't want to do.

OK.

You won't find what you're looking for in here darling.

It's in my room.

¿Qué dices?

Do you think I'm fucking stupid?

Now do yourself a favor and get the fuck out of this room.

Do you hear what I'm saying? Get the fuck out now!

Fuck off, you little slag!

Pat. Pat, come on, mate. Wake up.

Come on, mate. Get up. Oh, mate.

Dirty cunt.

Arsy dummy with my proper grill.

Come on, mate. You all right?

I'm all right, I'm all right, I'm all right.

Listen to me.

Go and get them fucking pills.

Give me two minutes to get changed and have a wash. Get them fucking pills.

The fuck do you lot want?

Well, let me guess.

You want your drugs back and all, right?

Sarah D. thinks it's spanked. Really?

See ya.

This is how we do things in essence.

Jimmy!

Jimmy! Jimmy, Jimmy!

Ladies!

All right. I got these two.

All right, boys.

All right.

Pass your drink.

What are you fucking doing?

Where's Joss?

Joss could make it.

Why not? What can you talk to him about you can't talk to me about?

Money.

I thought we were here to talk about drugs.

Well, the two go hand in hand, last time I checked.

We've just acquired a second club.

Gonna need some product to fill it.

So far we've been happy with you, Jimmy, so if you fancy the gig, it's yours.

Terry here will talk about the wheres and the whens.

Okay? Alright.

No, I'm not fucking alright.

You know why? Because you guys haven't paid me for that last batch yet.

I thought we'd explain that to you.

You were investing in the club.

Bricks and mortar.

It's way better than cash.

What, so you want me to take a couple of bricks down to the bank, try and pay my

fucking rent with them, yeah?

We told you that this was long-term.

Do you want my fucking product?

Because if the answer's yes, then you better pay up for the last batch.

Fine. Meet me and Terry at this address at 8 p.m.

tomorrow.

We'll need seven bags.

And we'll bring you the money for the last batch we owe you, okay?

Okay.

The world was changing.

Essex was changing.

And drugs were changing.

Punters wanted a buzz that kept them up all night.

And Puff was fucking old news.

Even knocking it out wholesale, he'd only double your dough.

Charlie and Peels were the order of the day.

Jimmy G was a new kind of dealer. He was young, a grafter with all the right

contacts.

Another geezer we used to knock about with from time to time was Tony Tucker.

Controlling the doors.

Controlling the doors and controlling the trucks.

And that's where the fucking money is. The club itself is fucking no use to

anybody. So what you're actually saying to me is you want the door to our club?

No, I'm not saying that, mate. What I'm saying is, I want to work with you.

You and you together, we can take over all the clubs, take over all the doors,

and if anybody doesn't like it, we just fucking smash them. And Tony, there's a

lot of fucking dangerous mad people we've got to deal with.

Yeah, but I'm madder. I'm a fucking maniac.

Tony fancied himself as half a businessman.

Me and him have had a little bit of debt collecting together.

We must have been fucking good at it because of every campaign up.

Is your name Jack?

What's going on? No, my name is Ralphie. This is Joel.

Is this some kind of homophobic attack?

What did you say?

Is there a Jack here, yes or no?

There's a Jack who lives next door.

We buy pills off him every once in a while.

I'm really sorry, mate. We've got to buy my dress. This is a long gap. What's

going on?

Sorry about the past.

Don't go.

It'll be an extra 20.

I could give you a blowjob. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down.

I'm sorry.

Listen, I was going to ask you for a bit of a favour.

I'm doing a bit of business with that Joss and Luke.

I was wondering if you might be able to come along.

It's a bit of security. No, no, no.

It's not that big a deal. They just need you to sit in the car so they can see

them not alone.

It ain't about that. I've got to be really fucking careful. I've got that

fucking appa-eater thing hanging around me neck and I don't know how it's going

to go.

What's that all about?

I don't think you don't want to know.

I was out all night on the thing and Kate dragged me into a fucking cafe for

a fucking coffee and a bacon sandwich and I ended up bashing up the waiter and

stabbing the manager with a fork.

Such a fucking noise of getting a cold nap.

Move!

Well, then look, you're not going to have to stab anyone with a fork.

I'm literally just dropping off some gear and picking up the money, isn't it?

Come on then, let's go.

Cheers, mate.

Good

evening,

gentlemen.

Can we go, Anouk?

Yeah, why?

Step out of the car, please. Both of you, please.

You, uh, mind telling us what's in that bag?

Yeah, it's my gym gear.

All right, well, you won't mind me taking a look?

Fucking mess.

That's a fair idea.

What have we got in here, then?

Got any other bags of magic in there? Look, he's got nothing to do with this,

all right? I was just giving him a lift. He's fucking clean.

Oh, well, you can both tell us down the station.

Come on in.

Ha-ha!

Busted! Was he speeding as well, was he? Get a fucking proper job here, Pete.

You fucking stitched me up, you old cunt.

Daniel, you weren't the one who was set up, mate. I was the one who was fucking

set up. They didn't even know you were even gonna be there.

I've squared this with the old Bill. I told him I would stand up in court and

swear that you had... no knowledge of the gear.

Why the fuck would they stick you up? Because they owe me so much fucking

money, Pat. I'm the one who's being screwed over.

I'm warning you, Jim.

Mate or no fucking mate.

If I find out you're fucking lying to me, I'll come after you.

And I'll fucking hurt you.

I wouldn't do that, Pat.

I'm not that fucking stupid, mate.

The way I run my doors was with zero fucking tolerance.

And all of my doormen knew that anyone throwing their fucking weight around and

making themselves busy causing ag had to be dealt with lively.

Because this is my livelihood.

You try and put your hand in my fucking pocket and I'm gonna fucking tear it

off.

I fucking told you before, didn't I?

You do not sell drugs in this club because we fucking do.

I see you in here again, you're fucking dead. You got me?

You got me?

Ken, rub him down, take any gear, any cash he's got, any reddies. I'll see you

at the bar after for a boost.

Yeah, no worries, Pat.

Apparently, according to them, the young kid's lip fell.

He's head on the pavement.

That's why he's ended up in the hospital.

Sam was like a criminal mentor to me. He was old school.

Pulled me up by my bootstraps and went out of his way to show me what was what.

So what did happen?

The usual.

Just pikey cunts selling drugs in the club.

We give him a slap, took the gear.

Pikey, you say?

Yeah.

Well, at least he ain't gonna say anything, so the whole bill are fucked.

If he's a traveller, they tend to want to sort their own problems out.

Sam.

Forget about it.

You don't understand what they're like now, Pat.

There's hundreds of them. They stick together.

They're tribal.

Listen, I'm gonna have this and fuck off.

Yeah, sweet. No worries, Pat.

See you tomorrow, yeah?

I'll see you tomorrow.

Be there in a moment. Bye, mate.

Bye, Pat.

Where we going? Fucking parties.

SHUT UP!

Half a dozen stitches, two weeks of fucking work and half of my firm tucked

up in the hospital.

Now that was the kind of egg I could not afford.

I don't fucking like it, Sam. It's not my way and all it does is show fucking

weakness. Calm down.

It's the only way.

Now I've negotiated it. It'll be okay, I promise you. Listen to me, I'm going to

take an army down in a blink of a fucking eye. It don't work that way with

these people. I've told you before.

There's hundreds of them.

It doesn't matter how many of them you beat, they keep coming back.

It's endless.

Now go down there, shake the geezer's hand, and that'll be the end of it, all

right? Hello, Pat. How are you, buddy?

You want me to come down and start playing music to them and bring the

pipes of peace for me, yeah?

Tony brought his power along. A dangerous little cunt called Craig

Rolfe. And he was one of them geezers who always fucking opens his mouth at

the wrong time.

Howdy.

How's the boy?

He's okay.

He's at a hospital. He's not dead, you know. Now, this could go one way or the

other. Hopefully, we're gonna shake hands and walk away unscathed. If not,

this could turn out to be very, very nasty.

Well, listen, look, I just want to say I'm sorry.

No one meant to hurt him. It was an accident.

But you've got to understand, they were selling drugs in our club.

Usually we just take the gear and give them a slap.

He went over and he cracked his head.

This is our fucking living. It's how we earn our money.

Look, I'm here today to make peace.

Let it be gone.

Honours even.

Listen, in my boy's life, I shook your hand.

He's forgotten a bit now.

It's water near the bridge, yeah?

I appreciate that.

Yeah, we don't want any more visits.

Cunt. Who the fuck is this little sausage?

He's just along for the ride. Take a note of him.

Fuck off.

Do you trust those fucking pikeys?

Sam said once they take your hand, they never ever go back on their word.

Did he call me a sausage?

He did.

And you know why he calls you a sausage?

Why?

Because you look like one.

Hello, Sammy.

Joss and Luke, you dip your toe in a drug game and you're gonna find these

pair of cunts hanging off the end of it.

Well, well, well.

And to what do I owe the pleasure?

We're here to buy you out.

That right?

Yeah, that's right.

We'll offer you a fair price for the business, and then you can step aside.

Can I?

Yeah, you can.

Otherwise, where do you think you're getting your fucking drugs from?

Because ain't you heard?

Jimmy's gone.

You got lifted by the old bill.

Careless bastard.

My business is worth 300k.

And you two ain't got a pot to piss in.

So what are you offering me?

Don't you worry about the money.

We're offering you the chance to walk out of here with the use of your fucking

legs.

What's this?

It's a contract.

What, for this place?

Just need your autograph, then you can fuck off down the red carpet out of

here.

We're coming back here tomorrow with this contract signed. Oh, you are a

fucking dead man.

Finally had my day in court for that happy eater turnout.

Crown Prosecution Service wanted to put me awake for a ten stretch.

And to be honest with you, if I didn't just smash that up with Grandma Charlie,

I'll be fucking shitting myself.

Kenny boy, what are you fucking doing here?

I've got some bad news, Pat.

What do you mean?

I thought I'd tell you just in case you went down today.

Sam's in a really bad way.

Sam?

He got beaten up really badly last night and now he's in hospital.

Who done it?

I think it was that Josh and Luke in their lumps.

They was banking on you going down today so they made their move.

Pair of cunts.

So what are you going to do now?

There's not much we can do about you, Pat.

Listen, look, don't worry about anything. I'm salty. I ain't banged up

just yet.

Pat Tate?

Yeah? I'm Miss Pritchard. I've been sent to represent you. Mr. Jameson can't make

it. You're fucking joking me, aren't you?

How old are you?

Do you know what you're doing?

I can assure you I'm extremely qualified and experienced.

At what? Getting people banged up?

We need to talk now.

Mitigation. I need something so that I can plead for your defense.

You are looking at a custodial sentence here.

And if I have something, then I can plead for a suspended sentence.

Look, I was out all fucking night drunk on pills. I was on a comedown.

We slipped in there for ten minutes. She got excited, put her hand down me

trousers and got her hand around me chopper. If that mug don't come over and

interrupt us and make yourself busy, then he don't get a slap.

It's as simple as that.

High on drink and pills does not constitute as a defence.

The sex isn't too much of a worry. It's the violence that's the problem.

And you have got previous.

Look, I'll tell you what, yeah?

You go in there and you do your best for me.

And if you get me off, me and you will slip out for a cup of coffee at the

Happy Eater, all right?

So what the fuck happened?

Oh, mate, you went fucking mental in the courtroom.

Started smacking everyone.

Coppers, officials.

Then you jumped on the back of a motorbike and fucked off.

I did tell him about Sam before he went in.

I reckon that's why he flipped out.

Where is he now?

Fuck knows.

I was getting the fuck out of Essex.

Just had one little stop to make first.

How you feeling?

I've been better, mate.

Don't move.

Keep still.

He fucking stamped on my foot.

Well, that's your Sunday football Halloween, isn't it?

Don't make me laugh.

What happened?

They signed my club over to him.

I wasn't gonna sign my club over to him.

Yeah, but don't worry about that now.

I'm about, and I wanna sort it.

Who?

That Luke.

And Joss? Yeah.

And two other lums.

Anyone who puts their hands on a friend of mine is gonna fucking get it.

Where's your fucking coat? He's not fucking coming out tonight, he's at

home! Where's he fucking live? As if I'm fucking telling you!

Where's he fucking live?

You took a fuck in the bit we're sharing, you cunt.

You are so predictable, Pat.

Shame you got fuck all up there.

You're going away for a very long time.

You dirty fucking lying cunt.

You alright, mate?

Stay with it.

And set the office, honey.

Honey?

Get out!

So where'd you go when the old bill are onto you?

And you've got no one left to turn to?

Or where'd you fucking think?

Look, here it is.

Apart from the fucking junkyard and the freezing cold pool, it ain't that bad.

You'll be all right.

Listen, I've got my audition. It's fucking absolutely perfect. I love it.

Get your nap down tonight, right? And I'll come and see you a bit later.

It's not that bad.

See you later.

All right, son.

Don't forget about me, Till.

Oi, oi.

Right, son?

All there he fucking is.

What's the matter with you?

What's the matter with me?

Well, I tell you, if it starts with that, you're gonna fucking slow down on

that. What, you know how to fucking sniff police?

You have a fucking problem here with what? I mean, fuck me. Problem? The only

fucking problem we're gonna have, Teo, and I mean this now, is sitting here

fucking looking at you and you're looking at me with them silly fucking

bins on.

The only fucking problem we're gonna have is the fact that I've been fucking

hugged up in this cunting gaff staring at a fucking scrap metal yard and goats

and an old fucking bird next door and that pissy cunting pool.

Tell you're killing me. I'm walking around here fucking sniffing, drinking

and wanking.

That's all I'm fucking doing.

I begged you to fucking put me to work. You're taking the piss out of me. What

do you want me to do? You fucking flock to me, mate. I'm fucking trying my best

to, yeah? Listen, cut for that.

It starts tomorrow.

Come, son.

I get it. I'm sorry, all right?

I'll sort it out.

Can you dump him on fucking pole?

I shouldn't speak a little louder than words. I don't suffer fools on Sundays.

I'd rather defer until Monday.

You can say what you say.

Judge me as you choose. What did I forget to tell you? Let me tell you now,

fuck it. You're so unpredictable.

Hey, have a look at these shit puns.

Hold it, mate. Your lame hand's fucking grown up.

Yeah, you're like a fucking shrunken Adolph. Where's that cunt in London you

are?

That's him now.

Rats don't like Walter, you gerbil cunt.

Stop it!

Now tell your fucking posh mates down the fucking pool, selling pills, with no

fucking permission, every bit of fucking money they've had for the last fucking

18 months, we want.

You seem like a lovely kid, but give me ten fucking links, you fat cunt.

It's so unpredictable.

And I'm a bad man player.

I'm a bad man player, baby.

I'm a bad man player.

Oi.

Oi.

What's up, you bollocks?

What are you fucking doing, mate? I've been calling you all fucking day.

You're lying in your fucking bed again with brass and fucking coke.

Who are you talking to?

Where's my fucking money, you cunt? Who are you talking to, you cunt?

You talking to me like I'm some fucking type of mug? One of them silly cunts

that works for you down the fucking pool?

Coming in here?

Fuck off, you cunt!

That fucking money you don't have to fucking earn. That money's mine.

There's nothing to fucking do with you.

Right? We were supposed to be working together, mate.

I'm not your fucking mate!

Get out of my room.

And don't fucking talk to me again. I fucking eat geezers like you at home.

Fucking eat them.

Get out, you cunt!

You want your money?

Here's your fucking money.

But the rest is fucking mine, you cunt. Well, back off, back off.

What do you mean? Listen.

Have you ever tried looking after a fucking six-foot-four psychotic yeti?

Mate, listen, the cunt's got to go, all right? He's got to go. I can't have him

around me.

He's a fucking liability.

Oi! Remember me?

Hello, Pat.

You fucked me.

You and Frank set me up. We had a blinding thing going and you had me

over. Well, we had nothing to do with it.

We didn't do a thing like that.

Frankie was really mad when he found out what happened.

Is that right?

Yeah, of course it is.

Look, why don't you come with me? We can unwind and have that drink.

Frankie gets back tomorrow and you can straighten everything out.

What do you take me for, some sort of cunt?

You really expect me to trust you?

Come on, then.

Make yourself comfortable.

I'll be right back.

Where's my kiss?

You're a fucking prick, aren't you? Aren't you?

Fucking hurry up.

Pat the fucking hard man.

Smashes a teenage kid after death in Happy Eater. Makes you a big shot, eh?

Gives you respect.

Well, let me tell you, here's different.

This is the big league.

Somebody misbehaves here, we don't slap them around, we kill them.

You are very ambitious, and that'll get you killed quicker than anything.

Look, Frank, I'm not trying to kid you out.

I came here to make up.

But I can tell you're not interested, so get one of them mugs outside, drop me

back down the pool, and we'll forget everything that ever happened.

No. The truth is, Patrick, you fucked around with a couple of my blokes, and

that all turned really fucking nasty. Them pair of cunts fucking asked for it.

We bought the fucking drugs and they tried to nick them back. Are you fucking

stupid? Right now, you don't exist. You're an alien.

And as far as the fucking Spanish Old Bill's concerned, they love it when

gangsters start killing one another. They don't even bother to investigate.

They couldn't give a flying fuck.

Listen to me, you stupid fucking arrogant looking cunt.

How about I kill you?

Like you said, I'm gonna help you with fucking five months.

Welcome to Gibraltar, cunt.

Friends in Spain.

Friends in fucking Spain. Don't talk to me about fucking friends in Spain. Don't

make me fucking laugh.

As far as I'm concerned, the whole country's a fucking no-good cunting

shithole. And anyone who's in it is a fucking no-good wronging cunt.

Because what you don't understand, see, what you don't understand is loyalty.

loyalty and friendship means more to me than some fucking sunshine and cheap

cock sucking slaggy brass.

Hello?

Charlotte.

Who do you think it is, you silly cunt?

You fucking had me over. Put Harris on.

He's not here.

Don't give me that fucking bonnet. Put Harris on!

Why didn't you call back when you found your manners?

Listen to me. Fuck off, wait.

You tell that fucking soapy muggy cunt I'm coming out now and I'm gonna fucking

get him.

I can't wait to see you too, darling.

Well, just let me fucking hold on a minute.

You know, I'm terribly sorry they put you away.

I wish you were here. You fucking liberty-taking shit-gun.

Don't fucking talk to me like that, woman or no fucking woman. I'll fucking

tear your cunting face off.

Mate, I told you to wait, you cunt.

As shit as prison

life is, it does have its perks.

No booze, no gear.

Nothing to do all day apart from lift fucking weights.

I was getting clean.

Back to my fighting weight.

All right, Lewis.

Wessie's so mad now. He says you ain't king of fuck all no more.

Stay out of this, Pat.

This is none of your business. You start killing people in my gym, it is my

fucking business.

Your fucking gym? Who says it's your fucking gym? I fucking don't.

That's your fucking nickname.

No.

Louis Exel was a face.

He had half the screws on the payroll.

And he even had the governor in his back pocket.

Louis. Pat.

Thanks, Pat.

No worries, son.

I'm not in the drugs business directly as such.

I can't be dealing with the filth that control the in and out of the game. Oh,

there's a lot of money to be earned.

If you're willing to demean yourself a little bit more, but I'm talking fucking

bundles.

I think of myself more as a facilitator.

What the fuck's a facilitator?

I put people together.

The right people.

If it's in my interest.

Pat.

I can't for that.

How good's that?

It's pure.

Are you earning with it?

I get a lot of money, Pat.

Well, listen, give me a chance and I'll get you a fucking lot more.

All right.

Mickey!

Hey, Lewis.

How you doing?

I know you have a bit of a problem.

You all right?

I'm all right.

Thanks to our new friend here.

Pat?

Mickey. How you doing, Pat? Mickey Steele. He was one of the biggest

importers of drugs in Essex.

He was also the eyes and ears of the Exel brothers.

Any friend of Lewis's is a friend of mine.

That's good to know.

Listen, thanks for taking the time to come and see me in this fucking

shithole. It was nice to see you.

It's been a while.

Tony, let me ask you something.

Do you know the Exel brothers?

Of course.

Every journey.

Well, I'm in here with Lewis, the older one.

He's just finishing off his holiday.

I've got a little bit more bird to do, but then I'm out, and then we can go to

work, seriously.

What kind of work?

Drugs.

For the best fucking quality you've ever laid your eyes on.

And once this shit is battled in the South End, no one's gonna go anywhere

else for it.

Ecstasy? Yeah, but not normal ecstasy.

That is pure gear.

I doubt it. I'm telling you. Try one.

Well, we need to find a fucking guinea pig.

What for?

Pat Tate wants us to go into business.

What do you think?

I don't know. I mean, he's in fucking prison, so that ain't a good start, is

it? Fuck it. I'm gonna take one.

What the fuck are you doing? We know nothing about those fucking pills.

What the fuck's wrong with you? How are you gonna drive the fucking mountain

when that shit kicks in, you silly cunt?

Fucking ecstasy time. Don't fucking scag.

I could take this and fly a fucking plane and balls getting sucked at the

same time.

You want a chip?

Oh, fuck the chips.

Fucking Jesus.

Do you want some cheese?

You're some sort of cannon, yeah?

You talking to me? You talking to me?

You off your fucking ass?

Oh, mate's kicking in then, yeah?

I don't ever want to fucking come down.

Fucking average!

Serious. No, listen to me. Look, educate me, Mick. Please. I want to know about

this fucking drug running game.

Well... Jack here, he organises all the permits, the paperwork that gets us into

Holland. Looks after the boat, makes sure it runs sweet.

All the bits and pieces, you know?

I'm the details man.

Yeah. Without details, Pat, you end up all at sea.

Literally, right?

It turns you into a weather obsessive.

I mean, you've got to be doing it. It turns from a mill pond into a foresight

just like that.

Hold on a minute.

Jimmy fucking G.

Fucking hell, Pat.

How you doing? What are you doing, you cunt? What are you doing here?

Right,

you remember that fucking thing with that Joss and Luke? Well, it turns out I

was fucking right.

They set me up.

So how long you got to go?

Two months, three weeks, couple of days and a few naughty hours.

We got a fucking result, mate. You'll be out before you know it.

Hey, look.

I don't know if you know, but that Joss firm is looking at taking over all of

the fucking clubs on the Strip.

They're going to monopolize on everything.

Yeah, but that just depends on one thing, doesn't it?

How much muscle they've got wrapped around them.

Well, they're pretty fucking heavy duty, by all accounts.

That's fixable.

What?

What cell are you in?

I'm on D-Wing. Last cell at the end, on the ones.

Listen, we've got some ag down in Southend.

A couple of gazers making themselves fucking busy, trying to muscle in and

then ruining the party for everyone.

This is gonna affect us all, Mick.

Yeah, well, the loud ones never last, Pat, you know that?

Oh, fucking blown.

Josh, some old geezer wants the word.

You all right?

You look nervous. What's up?

My boy.

Seems he stole some drugs, a bag of pills or something.

I don't know. I don't understand all these things.

But I do know he shouldn't have.

Look, mate, I understand your problem with kids these days. I mean, we deal

with it on a daily basis, right?

Where is he now?

He's outside.

Just wants to come in, say he's sorry, and try and sort this out.

Well, go get him in.

And relax.

Look, it's in my interest to sort things out, right?

I mean, I'm the one who's out of pocket.

Ask, and it shall be given to you. Seek, and you shall find. Matthew, verse 7.

Hallelujah.

Move your ass.

Here.

Sit down.

Look, son.

I've listened to your dad.

And the fact you've come here to face up to it, well, that bodes well.

But stealing?

Well, that's a crime.

I mean, the law says so.

And fuck me if Jesus Christ doesn't say so, too.

But stealing from me, that's the worst crime you can commit.

Now I could have finished him off.

But Jesus said, thou shalt not kill.

Every time you look at your fucking hand, you'll have a little reminder,

never... To steal again!

I come bearing gifts, boys.

Where the fuck do you get it?

Oh, come on, Patrick, what do I do for a living?

Get in here and shut the door. Make sure we're good.

Fuck me, he's double prepared.

What a beautiful sight.

That's how I fucking love it.

No, no, no, no. No, Pat.

Not my poison.

Now, if that was a Jameson's over ice, break your arm off for it. I'll tell you

what, that is fucking... That's fucking beautiful.

That feeling.

That's fucking quality. That is quality.

Quality. I'm going to go and get some quality food. I'm hungry.

Oh, Mick, that's the last fucking thing I want to do.

Look, finish it up. I'll walk with you.

Wait, wait, wait.

You know, the funny thing is, I nearly knocked that shit on the air.

I mean, I only had a sniff two or three times in maybe fucking two years.

Good fair play to you.

Whoa, whoa. Hold on a minute.

What's up?

That is a real creeper.

I'm gonna go back and have a wink.

It's always tough seeing you in here.

I know it is.

But did you bring the money?

I don't know. Kate, listen to me. Did you bring the fucking money? Yes or no?

Yeah, yeah.

Slide it to me now.

Me and Kate had been together for years.

She knew what I was and what I am. And always had a good sense to look the

other way whenever I fucked about.

She never seemed to care.

But she was a party girl.

I mean a proper fucking party girl.

Right, you got ten minutes.

Don't hang about.

We won't.

What are you doing?

What's it fucking look like?

I thought you were clean.

Kate.

I've got any idea how long the fucking hours take to pass in this place.

Oh, it must be hard.

Hard?

How would you fucking know? You're not the one doing the time.

You see this gear?

This gear seriously burns into the fucking hours.

It's like a fucking time machine.

And I've set the clock to 19.94. I'm going to be out of here before you

fucking know it. It's not a good idea.

You'll be doing so well.

Yeah, well, now I'm doing even fucking better. So have a line and get on the

cunt and play.

I can't, Pat. It's not for me no more.

This is fucking good stuff.

When a stone cold fucking cokehead refuses a fat line of gear, you don't

need to be Miss Cunting fucking Marple to realise there's something fucking

seriously wrong.

You know something, I tried to get off of this.

I tried.

Keep your left together and stick your bum out.

You sure?

You've any idea?

Any idea what it's taken me to fucking organise this?

Have you?

You know, I look at you and you've got that fucking look on your face.

You're ungrateful.

You're fucking ungrateful.

It was the first shag I'd had in years and she was about as lively as a fucking

corpse.

I'm telling you something now.

You ask me?

This girl's got a mind on something else.

Or someone.

That's nothing compared to what he's gonna get.

All right, all right, I don't want no trouble. You fucking prick.

What are you all fucking staring at?

So who's this fucking mad dog? Fuck knows. I've not had the pleasure yet.

I did have a row over a couple of cases he's got right round him.

I don't know why I've been born to this.

Well, what do you think?

They saw you with me.

So you're now a target.

Oh, fucking great.

Look, Jim, no matter where you look at this, we now got enemies on both sides

of the fence.

So what are we gonna do?

Time will tell.

What do you mean, is it yours?

Of course it is.

Kate, we was only together one fucking time. That's all it takes.

You look me in the eye and...

I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.

It's just this fucking place is doing me nothing. You don't have to worry about

me, okay?

Where you going?

I've organised a room again.

Nah. Nah, thanks.

What?

You serious?

About not being bent over a table and fucked for ten seconds. Here I am.

I don't understand.

I'm not the same girl I was when you got put in here.

I've changed.

I've had to.

And you have to too, Pat.

I didn't realise it upset you that much going back to that room before. I

thought you liked it.

Well, clearly you've lost your manners in here, Pat.

We're having a baby.

And you're gonna be a father.

So act like one.

Present for you.

What is it?

Steroids. The best.

That's what I needed. Much appreciated.

That fucking gear you gave us.

I suffered you, didn't I?

That shit fucking hit the nostalgia buttons, mate. I had gear like that for

five fucking years.

There is one thing I need from you.

Always is. And it's a deal-breaker. That Joss and that Luke.

That little firm I got to go, mate.

You don't want to... Try and sort it out. Not in a million fucking years.

Me and you want to put Southend and Basildon on a map in the big time.

Them pair of cunts don't figure in a bigger picture.

So why should I risk all this for you?

Because I'm going to make you famous.

Listen, that mad dog and his band of cunts ain't fucking silly. They're doing

exactly what I'm doing. They're playing the fucking waiting gun.

Listen, I'm out of here, Pat.

Day after next, I'm breathing free fucking air again.

So if we're gonna hit them, then we need to do it now.

Tonight. No.

We've got to fight this on two fronts. I need you on the outside.

You're gonna get a chance to get them cunts back who put you in here.

Believe me when I say, Josh's little firm has had its fucking day.

All his mates are out there, Gaffer.

Don't be too fucking sure about that.

Gotta do him.

Make him pay.

So you finally decided to show yourself.

I mean, with a name like fucking Mad Dog, you've been pretty mellow up until

now.

I've been in fucking solitude thanks to your new mate, Lewis.

Where we going with this?

Me and him.

I mean, they've really got to go for all this old bollocks.

It was bang out of order what he did to Cocky and Steamboat. It's got to be paid

for. Listen to me, Jimmy's paid a fucking heavy price.

He's lucky that silly-sounding cunt didn't kill him.

Got your attention, didn't I?

Look, I'm here, I'm standing in front of you, I'm putting my hand out.

Let's just fucking move on, let bygones be bygones.

I'll think about it.

What's that mean? It means I'll fucking think about it.

I need an answer. No, you want an answer.

So you'll have to sweat a little bit longer, Petty.

But you'll find out soon enough, one way or another.

Is that it?

Yeah, that's the cunt.

Shut up! I'm gonna fucking kill you!

Shut up!

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

Shut up! I'm gonna fucking kill you! Shut up! I'm gonna fucking kill you!

Shut up! I'm gonna fucking kill you! Shut up!

I'm gonna fucking kill you! Shut up! I'm gonna fucking kill you! Shut up! I'm

gonna fucking kill you! Shut up! I'm gonna fucking kill you! Shut up! I'm

gonna fucking kill you! Shut up! I'm gonna fucking kill you! Shut up! I'm

gonna fucking kill you! Shut up! I'm gonna fucking kill you! Shut up! I'm

gonna fucking kill you! Shut up! I'm gonna fucking kill you! Shut up! I'm

gonna fucking kill you! Shut up! I'm gonna fucking kill you! Shut up! I'm

gonna fucking kill you! Shut up! I'm gonna fucking kill you!

Shut up!

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

Shut up!

I'm gonna fucking kill you! Shut up

Where do you think you're going, you fucking mollusk?

I'll fucking run off with you!

Call the attorney for the fucking television!

Fucking television!

Shut up and sit down!

What, let's get this piece of shit out of here now! You fucking cunt, let me

run off with you!

I said stand up!

Listen, I'm sorry about that, alright?

Take that, and keep your fucking mouth shut, you understand?

Here's one of them Wilbur Smith jobs.

Now you're fucking dead, dog.

I told you to fucking lay down, didn't I, eh?

Well, you won't fucking listen.

I'll leave you to last.

Come on Kate, you can do it.

One more push, one more push.

Here we go.

It's a little girl.

I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing, Tony, but you ain't gonna

fucking go away with it.

I know people, yeah?

You don't have a fucking clue.

Yeah, I do.

You fucking grass.

You copper's best friend.

I'll grass everyone up as long as you leave me alone.

Let me tell you something, you cunt.

You want me towing anybody, fuck all, but it's not for you, you cunt.

Mate, you got the wrong idea.

We can sort it out, right?

I mean...

You know, I've got connections.

You know, I mean, we could do stuff.

You could work on the clubs.

And then we could... I could... I could put you on the... You could run the

doors. I mean, we could be a team.

This sounds fucking great, boys, doesn't it?

But do you know something?

I'd rather take up road sweeping than work with you, you fucking cunt.

We know what you said, you fucking grass.

Yeah, and do you know something?

We've got some important friends.

And I don't fucking like you. They say it's only a matter of time before you

drop us all in the fucking shit and move on.

Trust me, don't trust you. I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire.

You've got it all wrong.

Yeah, I told you.

My boys are going to fucking rip you apart.

Who?

Terry and Andy?

Nah, mate, that's where you're wrong. They've gone and switched sides to the

winners. See, the thing is, Joss, you think you're top dog around these parts.

Pat take bangs up.

Old Bill in your pocket.

Anyone that comes up against you, just grass up anyway.

You little fucking rat cunt.

Heard that you even quote the Bible, talking about Jesus as you're fucking up

some kid.

Ruining his life.

Maybe you think you are Jesus.

We all know what happened to him, don't we?

Very reminiscent of a Caravaggio.

I've got three statements naming you. No, you don't.

They named you.

All three of them.

You don't know how it works, do you?

I mean, not from that side of the disc.

Well, perhaps in your worldly wisdom, you can enlighten me.

The only way to survive in here, and I mean the only way to survive, is to

never, ever grasp.

But somehow you expect me to believe that not one...

but three inmates broken that sacred law.

Get the fuck out of my office.

Yes, sir.

What's up, Sam?

Why the secret meet? You look lovely.

Take a seat.

Well, thanks for coming.

We need to talk.

Before Pat went away, he asked me to look after you.

Make sure you was all right.

Keep an eye on you.

Well, I have.

I understand, Kate.

I really do.

You're an attractive young woman and you have your needs.

But think of the consequences.

If not for yourself, then for your lover.

If Pat finds out, and he will, they always do, he will kill him.

Bye, sir.

Finish it, Kate.

Look, Kate, you don't understand.

They're fucking me about all day.

They're talking about fucking six o'clock.

If it's six o'clock, then, you know... Listen to me.

I ain't got the hump.

Just fucking slow down a second. Listen to what I'm trying to say to you.

I don't know.

As soon as I know, you'll know.

Of course I'm excited to see you. Yeah.

I love you, too.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay. I'll see you then.

Prison definitely changes a man.

All those years inside and you realize what's important in life.

My new baby.

Because I swear to God, no more fucking distractions.

Fucking hell.

Come on, mate, get in the car. Come on. Listen, listen, listen. Don't take this

the fucking wrong way, but it's lovely to see you, but I've got someone picking

me up.

Okay. Get in the car.

Get in the car.

It's fucking raining. Come on then, go.

Here we go.

I can't

Can I help you, love?

I need to pick up that tape.

He left.

He signed out. Sorry.

Let me say something to you. And I mean this. Seriously.

I love you two.

I love you too. You're my best friend. I love you.

And we are going to fucking take over this fucking town.

I'm gonna slip off with that bird. Pick me up in the morning.

Oh, look at you, dirty fucker.

Good luck mate. Fuck off

Pat.

Can't you just let me fucking explain?

Don't fucking walk away from me. Just fucking talk to me.

What do you want, Pat?

It's over.

You couldn't even wait for me and your daughter at the prison gates so you

could fuck off with your mates, getting high, drinking, whatever fucking else.

You've had years in prison, Pat.

You're no different now to when you went in.

And I, like a fucking idiot, thought you might fucking change.

You're fucking seeing someone, aren't you?

I can tell by your fucking face the way you're acting.

Concerned, are we?

As it happens, I was seeing someone.

For a short time, didn't amount to much. Because like a silly cow, I ended it.

Because I had a husband in prison who I wanted to wait for and I thought I

loved.

What's his fucking name?

Who is he? And you fucking tell me, Cope. Right, so you can find him and

beat him to a pulp. Make you feel better.

Just go.

It's over.

I'm sorry.

All right?

You're right in what you're saying.

You're right and I'm wrong.

I've brought all this on myself and I have.

But listen to me, I'm begging you.

Kate, I need your help.

I've got nowhere to go. Nowhere.

Please just let me stay here for a few days.

I'll sleep on your armchair. I'm begging you. Listen, I won't come near you. I

won't touch you. I promise you.

And I know that I don't deserve this.

But please can I hold our daughter for one second?

It's your dad.

Beautiful mum over there.

See her?

Make some tea.

Hello, Pat. It's Tony. Yeah, I'm just going to put you on a loudspeaker, mate.

Hang on.

Where are you? What do you mean, where am I?

I'm at home. Where do you think I am?

Where's Kate?

She's out with a kid.

What do you think I've done?

Strangled and buried her in the garden?

I thought she'd have fucking killed you, mate, to be honest.

Well, her feet are under the table, put it that way.

But listen, mate.

She was seeing someone while I was away.

And I need to fucking find out who.

Yeah, erm... I know.

We knew.

But we're gonna put a stop to it.

What did you say?

You're telling me you cunts fucking knew about it and no-one told me?

I mean, what was the point?

Anyway, it didn't go anywhere, so why don't you just let sleeping dogs lie,

eh?

How did you find out?

She told me when she was throwing me out.

Brave girl.

Listen to me carefully.

You find that cunt.

And when you do, you let me know.

Pat, we got hold of him.

What's he fucking look like?

Dunno, mate.

Pretty fucking ordinary.

He's not a fucking nonce to me.

What do you want done with him?

I'll tell you what I want fucking done with him.

Cut his cock and fucking bollocks off and put them in his mouth.

So he don't fuck no one else's bird.

Done.

What's your name?

Adrian.

Adrian.

And where are you from, Adrian?

London.

London.

Ooh.

Now, I want you to listen to me very carefully, Adrian.

We've all pulled birds before.

You've been very unlucky.

You see, Kate's husband, our friend, is a psychopath.

I've seen him cut off a man's face just for looking at her the wrong way.

In fact, do you mind if I borrow that a moment, Tom? Not at all, Sam. Be my

guest.

Thank you.

Pleasure.

He wants us... to relieve you of your testicles and send

them back to him in a little box.

Now, what do you think I should do, Adrian?

Please.

Please, I beg you.

Please.

You know what?

I think today's your lucky day.

Now, I suggest you go back to London and never come within 30 miles of Southend

ever again.

Do I make myself clear?

So you sorted out that cunt then, yeah?

Yeah, I sorted that cunt out. You're never gonna hear from him again, ever.

That's all you need to know.

Now forget it.

Listen, thanks, mate, I appreciate it, but it fucking kills me.

Kills me?

The fucking thought that she would even fucking fuck about with me.

You don't know that she has, mate. I mean, you haven't been away for five

fucking years. I mean, what do you expect, motherfucking Teresa?

She's a good girl, that Kay.

If it was me, what would you fucking say?

I'd say get over it.

You little fat pup.

You fucking cunt.

I'd say get over it!

Go rich sugar now

Excuse

me,

can you move please traffic is

What do you think you're doing, talking like this? What are you talking about,

you cunt? I ain't even fucking driving.

You're fucking selfish.

Other people need petrol too, you know. Who are you? Do you fucking live round

here?

Can't think she's a fucking traffic warden.

Me and Tony took over Josh and Luke's old club.

And the world was at our feet.

We had the doors, we had the drugs, we had the muscle.

And it was all going perfectly.

Tom.

I caught him pushing pills.

You know the fucking rules.

Empty your pockets.

All the drugs and the cash and you can go.

But you ain't getting back in here again, do you understand?

Now fuck off, you little mug!

Fuck off, yeah, fuck off! Fuck off!

Come on, you fucking cunt. Come on!

Fuck off!

Then that soppy cunt Kenny had to go and rock the fucking boat. Fucking hell,

Ken.

He's fucking out of it.

We need to call an ambulance.

Get rid of that quick Was inside heard a scuffle come out and it's what we found.

All right. Yeah, but when he wakes up He's gonna say something different.

Yeah saying fuck all he's dead Fucking

Dead

bodies made a lot of noise.

The last thing we needed was the old bill sniffing about

The old people have sworn all over the fucking club. They're fucking

interviewing the customers, the fucking staff. I mean, it's a fucking nightmare.

But how does that affect us?

Well, we see a club and we run the fucking door.

The real fucking problem for us is that fucking Spade who died, he's wrapped

around some fucking firm from Brixton.

No, this is bad.

Look at the fucking yard he's onto us now.

Fuck them.

We go down there first and we nip it in the bud. We get new dorm and we go down

there firm-handed and we fucking smash them. That's what we do.

You'll never learn, will you?

You don't want to slow down.

Think of the business.

That's exactly what I'm fucking doing.

You don't get points for backing down in this game.

Sam just didn't have the vision.

The reason I'm going to last forever in this business is because I'll take on

the fucking world if I have to.

So, Mickey, more problems round your way, I hear.

Another dead body.

Pat Tate and his mates need reeling in a bit.

Get it stopped, Mickey, or I may have to step in.

Those yardies are doing drive-bys.

I say we stay well clear of them.

Well, that's a shame, because I got myself tooled up with a gun.

A what?

A fucking gun?

Craig, you know the drill. We don't take a gun anywhere, mate.

You take a gun somewhere, you're going to end up using it.

I ain't got any bullets.

But you can still get a tug from the old bill, Craig.

Yeah, but I've had the firing pins taken out.

Hold on a minute. Let's get this fucking straight.

You've got a gun that's got no fucking bullets.

But if you want to get hold of some bullets... For the gun.

The gun still ain't gonna fucking work because you've got no firing bin.

There's something fucking wrong with you, you silly cunt.

You're not Will.

You all right?

All right, lads, yeah.

So what's so important you can't talk on the fucking phone?

I have been in some meetings in London with some very serious people.

They asked me to bring back a message to you.

Things are getting a little out of order down here, and you need to tone it down.

I don't know what you mean, mate. We run fucking nightclubs, not Sunday schools.

You're gonna get aggravation from time to time. I understand that, Tony, but

what you don't understand is the Old Bill are getting involved in a big way.

They've got a fucking great big fat fuck-off file with your names on it.

You're in the frame. Yeah, well, fuck the Old Bill. We're not interested.

Look, Mick, I know they have to play it by the book, but we're fucking protected

round here. This is our area.

No one's grassing on us. Yeah, no one grasses on us. Shut up, Craig.

All right, well, I've done my job.

I've warned you. I heard you.

Look, whatever way you cut it, everyone's got the needle with us and

they're concerned.

But we're nicking money.

We're getting all the bundles of dough.

So I say fuck them cunts in London and we crack on as per usual.

Mickey Steele was fucking right.

The old Bill was fucking crawling all over us.

And when those pair of cunts, Joss and Luke, had a picture, South End was

becoming like the fucking Wild West. Every cunt was fucking rubbing each

other.

We had to put a stop to it.

Show these cunts who was the governor and running the fucking show around

here.

Even fucking Jimmy G turned us over, the dirty cunt.

Nothing's gonna fucking stop me.

It's like I said.

I'll take on the fucking world if I have to.

Right,

Kenny.

George, get Kenny a drink.

It's getting fucking mad out there, mate.

It's getting scary.

Tell me about it.

I've just been chased by two geezers with guns.

Listen to me, Kenny.

It's all gonna end in tears. Do you understand what I'm telling you?

What do you think I should do?

I've got a pal in Glasgow who owes me a favour.

He'll look after you.

Get you some work on the doors, eh?

But you keep your nose clean, yeah?

Yeah.

It'll protect you.

I'll make the arrangements.

Thanks, Sam.

I really appreciate it, mate.

There she is.

Seven.

You know something? We must never, ever forget this is where it all started.

I mean, let's have a little reckon up here. It's got to be what?

To my knowledge, it's got to be eight to ten clubs. We now got the fucking doors

closed. Yeah, we've got the old fucking area sewn up. The fucking doors rolling

in. As we keep getting the gear, they're fucking sore.

Yeah, well, don't worry about that, because Mickey Steele's got a fucking

big consignment coming in from Amsterdam.

Boys, boys, we need to get into the rave scene. It's going to be big.

The white ball pit's going to be massive.

I'm already making plans.

Listen, mate.

I've always said this.

We are gonna run fucking millions.

And you know why we're gonna run fucking millions?

Why? Because we're the fucking bollocks and no cunt can touch us.

Motivating rhythm of life.

Motivating rhythm of life with a healing rhythmic synergy.

Motivating rhythm of life.

Motivating rhythm of life with a healing rhythmic synergy.

It may be that the shooting has occurred over higher drugs dealers trying

to find a greater position of power.

heaven knows there could be blue skies

through the rain and i know i must find my way

so come on help me to release my soul today won't you

help me

which road to go

come

on and save me i'm a batman player it's gonna take more than a foot

in the heart if you ever gonna kill this soldier i shouldn't speak a little

louder than words i don't suffer fools on sundays i'd rather defer until monday

You can say what you say, judge me as you choose. What did I forget to tell

you? Let me tell you now, fuck it, you're so unpredictable.

And I'm a bad man player, I'm a bad man player, baby.

Oh, back now, feels like we're living in a Hollywood feature.

I like to play the lead, got the snooze. So come on, pretty mama, let me feed you

some soul food.

Put your bread on your butter.

I'm a bad man player.

I'm a bad man player.

I'm a bad man player.

Show me now.

Show me what you got me.

Yeah.

Slow down.

Fucking.

You can say what you want.

Judge me as a teen.

Did I forget to tell you? Let me tell you now.

It's so unpredictable.

And I'm a bad man.

I'm a bad man.

I'm a bad man.

I'm a bad man. I'm a bad man.

I'm a bad man.

I'm a

bad

man.

governor shouts for time as the crooners singing my way

this bleeding heart of mine flows like claret

on a tray different times and different people

guess they weren't always right but let's raise a

class to the od stand tonight.

Slugger shot and the blind beggar now ain't too dressed to kill.

If that jaguar's old lever could speak of every

ill. Had those twins stayed at the retin after learning how

to fight, they'd be drinking in.

The oldies end tonight.

In this land of saints and sinners, you're straight or on the

fix. We had losers, we had winners in 1966.

From the moment he pulled the trigger, everybody lost their

sight. While the old will haste.

the odyssey