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Hello mate, it's me again.

Oh listen mate, can you give me a call back please?

Alright, just getting a bit worried.

Yeah, just give me a call back as soon as you get a message.

Alright mate, talk.

It was the end of an era, but before the murders, the torture, the beatings and

the ecstasy, before all of that, there was football.

You see, football was where the spite and the hatred first came from.

On those terraces.

Well, that's where it all began for me.

I'd just turned 16 and I was already a naughty little fucker working my way up

for the ranks.

I was West Ham and for us, football, fight and fucking was our way of life.

And if you came down our manor, were you going to get a slap?

And if we went over to you, well, we'd fucking turn you over because for us it

was all about respect.

It was the same all over the place.

But you know what? We weren't trying to change the world. We were just looking

for a fucking terror.

Ladies and gentlemen, Bill Gardner.

He was West Ham's top boy.

An inspiration to us all.

There's your brother, Bill Russell.

Gonna need another one of those, lad.

Get some meat pie and all.

Even though I was wrapped around violence, I always had time for the

ladies. So I waltzed up to this bird and I just put it on her.

You all right, darling?

Where you been all my life?

And that was how I met Karen.

Beautiful Karen.

We got married two days after I came out of Tottenham Magistrates Court.

I've been up on a threatening behaviour charge.

And I'd also got in a fight with my stag dude the night before.

So yeah, I looked right fucking state.

So I was a married man.

But football was my mistress.

And I played away every weekend.

First round of the cup and we played Fulham. And believe it or not, it kicks

off. And like a fucking clockwork, the old bill comes steaming in. But behave

yourself and what are you going to do, eh? There's a fucking war on the

streets.

We were all over the papers the next day, and they were going on about how we

were the biggest menace since the IRA.

But, I mean, what the fuck did we care? We was just having a laugh.

Oh, God, she is beautiful.

Of course she is, just like me.

We started calling ourselves the ICF, the intercity firm. And that's because

we took the intercity trains for all the away matches rather than jumping on the

old football specials. Then we dressed up smart, looked a little bit

respectable. You see, that way, the old Bill don't spot you.

Man, you fucking knighted, and the bloody coach breaks down.

And to be fair to the driver, he did try and offer up an explanation, but Paul

wasn't having none of it.

We just about get there in time for the second half, and then we go down full in

with our fucking fighting.

Speak English, you cunts.

Fucking wretch, you cunts. I know you cunts.

I know you cunts.

And there we go fuck me just falling for the oldest trick in the book

You had a good time, then?

Yeah, we kicked the fucking heads in. It was classic.

But I was a mug.

Here I was with a girl who really loved me.

And you know, the last time I said the words, I love ya, was to Eddie after

five pints down a boozer in Canning Town.

And then suddenly I get this job offer out of the blue. Turns out the Smalls

Nightclub's looking for a new doorman.

They've been having all kinds of trouble from some local firm, and they wanted

someone with a bit of weight to keep the peace.

Now, what I'm trying to create here is what they call an environment.

Now, you could usher the nice-looking birds to the front of the queue. That's

always a good start. You see, if you get the nice-looking birds, then the gays

just want to spend the money.

You following me, Colt?

Yeah, yeah.

So what are we talking about? Say, a 40-nickel a night? Is that good with

you?

Yeah, people tried it on, but everybody got what they came for.

If you turned up looking for a drink and a couple of birds, that's what you got.

But if you came in for anything else... Well, you'd end up with my fist in your

face. And if you came back with your little army wrapped around you, well,

I'd just have to get my metal bar out.

And if I caught you nonsense in the toilets, well, I wouldn't think twice

about stabbing you up the ass with my knife.

You see, when someone's out to make a name for themselves, you have to hit

them so hard that they never want to get up again.

Now, this may seem a little bit harsh, but in my world, kindness is mistaken

for weakness.

losing over 200 quid a week, and the only person that I know who ain't on the

fiddle is you.

So what are you saying?

Take control of the door. Get rid of this lot and bring in whoever you

think's good for the job.

More money, more responsibility.

What do you say?

So I fucked off the regular boys and brought in a couple of my football

mates. They knew how to look after themselves and it was nice dough for

them. And now that no money was going missing, we could do whatever we liked.

There you go, sweetheart.

Topo, you know what?

A very good game.

Well, how about I jump into the back of your motor and suck your big cock?

But what could I do?

She put it on me.

And I didn't want to hurt the girl's feelings.

What's all that about, huh?

Where are you going?

Where have you been?

I've been at work, haven't I?

I called the club.

They said you left two hours ago.

Yeah, well, the car was playing up. Again?

Yeah.

Jesus Christ, Carlton, make an effort.

What do you want about it, huh?

Hey!

I'm talking to you.

Then make an effort.

Am I not worth it?

You can't even spend five minutes trying to hide it from me, can you?

Hard what?

Well, the smell of a perfume might be a good start.

Or the used condoms that I practically find daily at the bottom of our car.

You don't have to take them out before I take Carly to nursery.

That's dirty, Carlton.

What are you bringing that up for, eh?

I mean, what do you have to start as soon as I get through the fucking door?

We're over, Carlton.

What?

I want a divorce.

You can't, can you?

What?

No.

You can either help me pack that car, or you can just fuck off back to one of

your dolly bits.

And so it went on.

Match day, Arsenal away.

My lot have gone up in front and for some reason I'm stuck with a load of

stragglers. Now these cunts have been out on the piss the night before and

they weren't exactly up for an early start.

Life's all about moving forward.

You learn what you can and you crack on.

I've been running the Terraces for over a decade, and maybe this is my time to

bail out gracefully.

The old bill were coming down hard anyway.

There's surveillance and undercover units. It was getting fucking stupid.

There was more old bill at the game than there were supporters.

And they weren't slapping you on the wrist anymore.

They were handing out heavy jail sentences.

Yeah, I reckon I'll go ahead just in time.

I've been hearing good things about you, Carlton.

I got told this joint used to be a shithole.

Yeah, it did.

Well, look at it now, eh?

Things seem to be ticking along nicely.

How about you come and clean up my joint?

Yeah? What's it like?

It's a den of cunts.

I won't be Newton change all day.

I want the 80s crowd.

Suits, briefcases, nice-looking birds.

I'll be giving you carte blanche, son.

But the only problem was I didn't have enough reliable, cool-headed mates from

football to look after and have a door.

I needed fresh blood, and I knew exactly where to get hold of it.

Talbot's Gym. This ain't no place for showboaters. This is where the meanest,

hardest lumps in East London come to work out. Well, look, the reason I'm

down here, I'm starting up a door for everyone. I need some lumps.

I mean, if you want, I can sort you out for them last week.

Yeah, have some of that, yeah.

money by next week.

You want a proper job?

You know,

someone once told me, you're only as good as the people around you.

And you didn't get a work at my door unless you could seriously handle

yourself.

But I soon found out

running doors weren't the only way to make money.

There's more than one use for hired muscle.

Guarding packages, mining drug deals. Me and the lads got paid to make sure

things went down how they should.

People don't mind laying out 10% for peace of mind.

It became bread and butter work for my firm. But it was more to do than just

babysitting. People started coming to me for all sorts.

Now the rave phenomenon will have to go down in history as being as important as

the birth of rock and roll, punk or metal.

It all started with the Acid House music in the late 80s.

These kids started putting on massive parties all over the place. In

factories, warehouses, whatever they could get hold of. And if you was a

farmer back then, you'd wake up to find a fucking spaceship's just landed in

your field.

What's all about, Eddie?

There's mere autonomy all over this place.

I keep waiting for it to kick off.

It's all the ecstasy, Carl.

This lot will be doing nothing but loving each other all night long.

You checked with John and Terry, how's the door getting on?

They're all paying 20 quid to get in, with no bother light. I'll take some

fucking license print money, innit?

You want to be a little bit more subtle about that, don't you?

Yeah, but love ain't subtle, mate.

Yeah, but leave her a mice and you either fucking put her out or I'll put

you out, cunt. Do you understand?

You should have one.

You look like you need it.

Don't worry, it's on me.

You're some sort of cunt in here.

I don't do drugs.

It's not a drug, mate.

This is love.

Don't tell me you don't do love.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, love, love, love and all that fucking box. All right, you mad

cunt, go on, give me one.

But put the rest away, you understand what I'm saying to you?

Fuck it, why not?

Everything alright, Carl?

I've only gone to take one of those pills, ain't I?

Yeah, but see, with that I'll give the kid a slap.

But I'm in a good mood, so I'll haul them up.

So what's it like now?

Oh, it's rubbish, mate. Must be a dad.

Can't feel nothing.

You know, I still can't feel nothing.

Really?

Yeah, it's rubbish.

We go way back, don't we, Eddie?

Yeah, mate.

I tell you what, mate, you're like a fucking brother to me, you are.

Yeah, cheers, mate.

I fucking love you, Eddie.

Fucking love you.

It was incredible.

The first time I'd ever touched drugs and got as close to God as chemically

possible. The biggest crowd I'd managed before this was 300 strong, and 15 lumps

just about managed to stop them from killing each other.

But everybody here was in love. I mean, the drugs were breaking down social

barriers. Peace by ecstasy.

Even old Thatcher couldn't have dreamt that up.

This stuff really was going to change the world.

I wanted to feel like that forever.

We all did.

Oh, dear.

A pint of your finest champagne, please, squire.

What's this fresh cunt giving up the old Roger Moore?

He thinks he's right special, doesn't he?

He's definitely got a fucking problem.

Who, him?

Just like a fucking honey monster.

I know you, don't I?

Do you?

Yeah. You're Carl Leach.

What's your name, then?

I'm Tony Tucker.

We grew up near each other.

You and your lot used to play football with my mate's brother.

No, I don't remember that.

But I'll send you back.

You work out down at the gym, don't you?

That's where I've only been going down at Talbot's for.

I don't know, a couple years.

You follow any kind of programme?

Nah, just living off Phil like it. You should have some direction, mate.

You want to lump up, then you've got to know a thing or two.

Take me.

I'm not going for long right now, but I look after myself.

I take the right supplements and I sell them too.

The legal kind and the naughty stuff.

What is this, some sort of sales pitch?

Give over. I won't charge you fuck all.

I'm just telling you what I do. I mean, I've heard of you. I know what you get

up to.

I'm into the same game, but I figure it's always worth having someone on the

side, you know?

Oh yeah, I can see that.

You want to join us?

Yeah, why not?

You're fucking up. That vicar shit, I'm fucking gagging for it.

You start off on creatine, you increase protein and you work out hard.

But it don't last that long, because you look at the other layers in the gym and

you think, hang on a fucking minute, what's his secret?

Anabolic steroids.

They help the body produce more protein, which in turn increases muscle mass,

which means you can work out longer and harder.

I started off injecting Anabar.

Fairly mild as steroids go.

Nothing could last forever.

And Clubland was no different. With the kind of money that was floating about,

it was only a matter of time before the dealers started turning each other over.

I mean, why go to all the effort and risk of importing the drugs yourself

when you can just go and rob some cunt who has?

Now, the dealers can hardly go to Old Bill, so they go to the next best thing,

muscle for hire.

We started doing punishment as well as protection.

I mean, why not?

These are good.

Have you ever used one of these?

It's a bone saw.

Listen, I'm going to go and buy a cup of tea.

You can think about what you've done.

Cycling stack.

Six weeks on, six weeks off. Work hard, lift big. Pure muscle. Fucking packing

it on.

You know, someone once told me the thing about being ripped off is you have to be

prepared to spend double what was stolen on catching and making an example of the

thief.

Please.

Please.

I've got kids.

I've got a wife.

Not exactly much of a catch, are you?

She'll get over it.

Yeah, she'll probably be sucking fresh cock by next week.

Trust me, I know the soul.

And that's what happens to the lucky ones.

Alright?

Are you forgetting something?

Tonight? A special dinner?

An anniversary?

Listen darling, I'm tired, alright?

It's been a hard day, I just want to have something to eat and go and have a

late dinner, alright?

You get up.

I need something to eat, bye.

For fuck's sake, Carlton, it's our anniversary tonight.

I told myself, what did I just say to you?

What's that?

What's what?

What is that?

It's seared chicken with Jersey Royals. I cooked it right from the book.

Thanks for telling me, because I can't fucking see it.

Take it away.

Alright? Just take it away.

Come on, get it out of my sight.

Listen, you lazy cunt, just... Fuck you! You want to fuck with me?

You want to fuck with me?

You want to fuck with me, do you?

Fuck you! You want to fuck with me?

You want to fuck with me?

Fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

You lazy cunts!

It's that cunt banging there. It's that fucking cunt banging again. You wanna

fuck my ass? Get out!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

You always had that fucking nose of yours.

It's the original.

Don't you fucking dare.

You like this, do you?

You like this?

Go on, go on, go on, fuck me. Go on.

Go on, fuck me, man.

Fuck me properly. Go on.

Go on, fuck me hard like you used to.

Yeah. Go on.

You disgust me.

The steroids left my whole body shaking, crying out for food. I couldn't think

straight. They don't just make your muscles big, they fuck your head up.

Void rage.

I left the anovar behind and moved on to the heavier stuff.

I was injecting myself with testosterone, sustenon, anything I could

lay my hands on.

Baby, please come back.

I took to carrying jars of baby food everywhere I went.

My body was clucking for nutrients and I guzzled down six jars at a time.

How long have you been flogging your company, Paul?

I ain't flogging it, it's done alright, Nick.

I mean, you're turning over some good money and you don't even have a fucking

accountant.

Are you fucking listening to me, Colin?

Yeah. You're sitting there fucking eating baby food. I'm trying to fucking

give you some advice here, mate, about your business.

Alright. I like it, though. It's nice.

I know you fucking like it. I'm trying to fucking help you out here.

Alright, mate.

Stupid cunt.

What you gotta do, you gotta play the fucking game, mate.

Right? You run a company for a year, 18 months at the most.

Then you liquidate it, swap the directors around, keep your money

moving. Those cunts won't know where to find it.

Yeah, but I'm not good at all that paperwork bollocks.

You've only got a fucking arse, mate.

Tony ran security at some of the top nightclubs in Essex.

I had some of the toughest doors in London.

Joining forces seemed like a good idea.

Hello? Carlton, it's Terry.

I need to see you, it's urgent.

Have you ever heard of the Barron Brothers?

Totally skagged here this year. Gone.

Well, Eddie was doing a bit of mining work for them. You know, babysitting the

odd shipment and that.

And we was helping him.

Heroin. Mugs game.

I told everybody on my firm to stay well clear.

Andy, come on, spit it out. You can't use him, bro.

Andy Wright, Jason, Eddie and me.

Well, it was Eddie that sorted it out.

He said we'd do a bit of work for the Turks and get Payne Hanson, but... But?

Samara went missing.

How much?

I'm going to say 10 million.

But they think Eddie's took it.

They've been making threats against me family like they've been saying my kids

are going to get it.

What did you do?

What?

What do you mean what? I'm asking you a question. Did you have the giveaway?

I can't believe you asked me that. Of course I didn't.

You sure?

I swear on the life of my wife. I swear on the life of my babies. They ain't got

nothing to do with this. Nothing.

Everyone's against me. I ain't stupid, you know.

If I'd had ten million pound worth of smack away, I'd be on my toes.

I ain't letting this go, Carl.

Alright.

I'll see what I can do.

These Turks were a heavy outfit.

I'd vouched for Eddie and the boys, but now it was up to them.

I had to agree to an interrogation on their turf.

I wasn't about to start a war if I could help it, but I had a little insurance

just in case.

No light.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Down. Down.

Look, we don't need to throw him up. This is supposed to be a fucking

interrogation. Their hands will be tied.

Search the exit.

Is that really fucking necessary?

I've already discussed this.

Only the guilty will fear to take it.

Truth serum.

Another condition they insisted on.

I guess they weren't going to take my boys on their word.

Colin! Colin!

Jason, shut up.

Shots of respect.

Well, let's get on with this.

Do any of you lads know where this gentleman's missionary is?

So we just answer the fucking question Eddie

What are these questions

we know you took it so tell us where it is. Yeah, I'll go I'll go

Well, I put another way do any you know where the

gear was before the robbery

How did you know the heroin was there before it was stolen?

You heard him, Eddie.

Eddie G and I were there.

I just heard about him.

These boys weren't exactly discreet. Who told him? I want a name.

I don't know exactly.

I just heard about Eli.

Everyone spoke about him.

There's no way I could have word they were not known.

Key! I know where all of you...

I know where some of you have chosen to hide your families. I will bring them

here. And before I have them killed, I will pay a crackhead nigger to rape each

and every one of them.

Maybe I'll give him some Spanish fly, so he won't have a problem shooting them

full of his filthy eggs in front of a crowd. Listen here, Sanchano. Why don't

you just keep their fucking families out of this?

Control yourself, Carlton.

We know where you and the girls are.

Your family matters to you, yes?

Not to us. To us, they're just... Flesh.

You finished?

I finish when I bend you over and I fuck you in the ass. That's when I fucking

finish.

Look, he's choking for fuck's sake.

Look, you're fucking poisoning him.

What do you want me to do, eh? Stand here and watch my mate fucking die? Is

that what you fucking want?

Lime on his side.

Where's the fucking heroin?

Your boss is satisfied.

We leave them to you.

Now get this scum out of my warehouse.

Well I knew they weren't satisfied.

I told the lads to make themselves scarce and I got Eddie and his family to

move in with me just until things settled down.

Look, I don't need you fucking moaning, all right?

What do you want?

Some bloke told me to give this to you.

Who? Oh, a bubble just down there.

Bubble?

Go on, fuck off.

We're leaving.

You just look after Susie and the kids, make sure nothing happens to them, all

right? Yeah, all right.

Well, give me a bill tomorrow at 11.07, all right?

All right.

Yeah, it's clear. Go on.

Go.

Three days went by and still Eddie hadn't called.

I was starting to get worried.

Listen, John, I need you to stay here, all right?

Just keep an eye on the house, will you?

Make sure Danny's alright.

Yeah.

Yeah. Karls?

It's Ricky here.

John told me he'd give you a call. He said you're looking for the Turkish

fella. Yeah, that's right.

Well, I'm down the den, and one of them's right here drinking raki with his

mates. Right, you just keep him there.

I'm gonna come over and put that cunt to sleep.

Listen, if I was you, I'd get those punters out of there, because the moment

those turkeys walk out that door, I'm going to go fucking sports nigger on the

cunts. Do you hear me?

All right, mate.

Speak. Colton, it's John. Whatever you're planning, you can stop now. We

found them.

Found them.

They didn't bother with truce him the second time round. Now this was torture,

Turkish style.

They cut him, beat him, jab cattle prods in their balls.

The cunt stuck a butcher's knife straight through Eddie's leg.

But it weren't over, not for Eddie.

Those Turks had killed him in that warehouse.

They might have left him breathing, but he died there all the same.

One of my boys was dead, and those Turks were about to find out what it felt like

to be on the wrong end of a kebab knife.

Can I have a word with you?

Having another crack at the Falklands, are you?

I think it's best you don't know about this one.

It's best I don't know about it?

Everybody fucking knows about it, Colton.

What is those Turks cut some of your boys up?

Yeah, that's right.

So now what? You having a pop at them?

They want a war.

I'll give them a fucking war.

Really? You think that's what they want?

I think it's what you want.

Take a little risk assessment, why don't you?

You're thinking of taking on the Turkish mafia.

Have you completely lost your fucking mind?

No, I ain't lost my fucking mind. I've lost a mate, a very good mate, to a load

of fucking Turks, all right? And I ain't gonna just stand here and do fuck all

about it, all right? This ain't about you. This ain't about your pride.

This is about your family.

And trust me, they will fucking kill them. Not if I kill them first.

Which is exactly what I plan to do if you get out my fucking way. So what? You

put a few of them down and that's it?

They will not stop until they fucking destroy you.

Not before they kill you. Karen, Denny, your babies, anyone you ever fucking

like. Shut up, you shit fuck.

Fucking cunts.

Get your fucking hands off me, you cunts.

Calm yourself down. Fuck off. Calm yourself down. Fuck off. You're really

going to throw this away with that fucking idiot who didn't take your...

All right, all right, just get your hands off my tongue. Are you going to

calm the fuck down? What? I'm calm. Yeah, you sound fucking calm. Just get

your hands off.

I could have saved him. He was dead the moment the gear went missing.

It's one of your pride, Colin. It's a painful pill to take and I know it

fucking hurts. You've just got to walk away, mate.

Sometimes you've got to listen to your mates.

I took his advice and I backed down.

An all-out war with the Turks would have been a drawn-out bloody affair.

Andy, Terry and Jason were broken men and they left the firm soon after.

We never did find out who took the errand.

And I guess there's some cunt still out there praying that we never do.

So where else is going?

Just having a drink with one of Tony's mates, alright? He's just got out.

What's his name?

Better tell you, you don't know.

Is Emma going?

No, she's staying at home like a good little girl.

What, is he just full of tarts then?

Darling, you know I've only got eyes for you.

Fucking glad you made it, mate. They thought you was coming.

I had to service the old woman, didn't I? I had to give her a fucking old

chance. What do you want me to say? You don't have to say nothing, Carl.

I just hope she didn't wear you out, mate, cos this fucking place is wall-to

-wall fanny. Yeah, I can see that.

Hey, Tony, boy!

Hey!

Come on, this here is Jim Garenuk. How you doing, mate? We call him Jimmy G.

We'll join you, mate, yeah?

Let's see, man.

First thing first, mate, get this fucking over.

This is Carlton. He's not my fucking brother.

Carl, this is Pat.

Hello, mate. You all right? Yeah, good. Nice to meet you.

Don't mind us. We're just having a little reunion. I was in the nick with

these two.

Darren, Mickey.

Carlton. You all right?

Hello, Pat.

Everybody knew who Pat Tate was.

He was a legend in the Essex underworld after a quiet meal down the Appieta in

Basildon.

They crawled on my balls.

I like that.

Yeah, but slow down a little. Don't fucking rush it.

Oi.

What's that?

It's the bill, sir.

Yeah, I can see it's the fucking bill, but then ask for dinner.

I just assumed that since you hadn't ordered anything for the last 20 minutes

that you didn't want anything else.

Who are you to assume you know anything about me?

Take it away.

Who are you fucking looking at? No enjoyment.

Hey, what's the safe charge this morning?

Charge?

What's that?

It's the service charge.

That's very comical, son.

Because I thought only proper restaurants charge that.

But you had the sit-down menus.

Oh, right. So if I'd have fucking stood up without it, you'd have charged me

less. Well, it's policy. I mean, the... Listen to me, you fucking low-life job's

worth cunt.

For the last 20 minutes, she's had her hand wrapped around my cock.

And every time I go into a river, one of you fucking mugs walks over here and

puts me off.

Now, maybe if I'd have fucking shot me bolt, I'd have paid the service, but you

keep coming over here and interrupting me. Sir, if you don't calm down, I'm

going to have to ask you to leave. Get your coat.

Oh, well done, mate.

Shut your fucking mouth.

You, fuck off now.

How much money have you got in there?

How much fucking money have you got in there, you cunt? How did I do that?

How much fucking money you got in there, cunt?

Shut your fucking noise and get in the car now.

Move!

I'm fucking warning you. You say a fucking word, all of yous get where that

cunt got.

Do you mind stopping all that and stepping outside the car, sir?

Hiya. He was gonna get 10 years for it.

10 years for stealing 800 quid. That's less than 100 quid a year.

But you know what?

Pat had other plans.

The police tried to set up a roadblock, but Pat was too quick. He slipped off to

Spain, but was rearrested in Gibraltar, visiting friends.

Jeez, only Tom Cruise?

Hey mate, let me get a pen and paper. I want to get you an autograph.

My fucking brother loved it.

Hey Craig, tell them I met Colin.

We've met?

You want to tell me something?

No.

I'm sorry.

Tell me, I didn't know he was a friend of yours. If I knew that... Let me just

say to you, fella, it ain't a good idea to go out drinking on an empty head, all

right?

You're looking to get up.

You're fucked up now, son.

You wear the mouth off the carton, fucking leech like that again, and I

swear I'll leave you where I fucking find you. Now fuck off, cunt!

The thing about Craig was, he didn't exactly have the best start in life.

His mum had been knocking off some toy boy called John, but she had to put a

stop to it when her old man got her up the duff.

It would be an understatement to say the lad took it badly.

I did this to prove how much I love you.

I love you, baby. I've done this for both of us.

Poor bastard never stood a chance.

He was a fuck-up before he was even born.

Tony paid his mortgage and in return Craig was his runner.

He took all the risks. If Tony needed a couple of kilos of puff picked up or a

few hundred pills dropped off, well, he'd just give him a call.

What the fuck are you cunts looking at?

Tony brought Pat into the firm and gave him control of a couple of doors and a

legitimate job title to keep his probation officer sweet.

You know, Tony, you've got to forget just charging them fucking scumbags and

dealing your clubs.

I mean, they pay you a poxy fucking grand a week, and then they're getting,

what, 12, 13 large over a weekend.

It's the way it goes, mate.

No, it ain't. Fuck them.

You've got to get into this business proper, mate.

You've got to get them dealers to buy wholesale from you.

I mean, listen, I've got all the contacts sorted out. You buy the pills

at a fraction of the selling price, and you knock them out to the fucking

dealers at six quid a pop.

I'm telling you, we could fucking smash the light out of this and earn a

fortune.

Don't you want to find love?

Oh, you mother's cunt!

What the fuck is he? He's not here, Tucker.

It's true for fun. It's your fucking choice. He's not fucking here, I swear

it. Would not the original be the first fucking bitch in history to tell the

truth? You lying cunt!

Fucking cunt!

Come here, wanker!

Come here!

What are you doing,

Joe? You're gonna...

I wish I had you, unreliable little cat!

I've been calling you all fucking day, but you don't answer! I was fucked up!

You bitch!

I've had my two-handers myself, and then Wi-Fi never got a fucking nick! I'm

sorry, John!

I'm sorry!

And Danny!

You're a fucking waste of space, Clay! You're the fucking bug!

The firm was Craig's life, and without it he had no direction, no purpose.

He wanted to be back onside, no matter what.

Have a seat, son.

Fancy a puff of that?

Nah, you got anything stronger?

I thought you were off the heavy stuff.

Yeah, I am.

I have a little dabble now and again, but basically I'm clean.

Looks good stuff, pretty boy.

Don't call him pretty boy.

But he's pretty.

Why don't you just fuck him then?

Look, mate, I don't want to get in the middle of some domestic, do I? She's

been on my case all day.

Just ignore her.

She might fuck off.

It's fucking charming, isn't it? Look at the fucking state of her.

You know what, mate? We'll just fucking get over it and let's do some business,

yeah?

Right, here's your 20 kilos.

So where's the money?

Now why would I bother paying a fucking insect like you?

Be calling a fucking insect?

What would you prefer?

Ex-gaggot to bob junkie cunt?

You ain't gonna get far with 50 mls of Largacta in your beard.

I know you like drugs Chris.

You've had a right touch.

Tonight, I'm gonna give you all the drugs you'll ever need.

Don't look so upset, mate.

It's a freebie.

I know you're a little skint at the moment.

What were you owing Tony?

Two grand?

You fool.

You were gonna swerve him.

But I'm here to fucking collect.

What have you given him?

Calamine.

Oh, you're back.

You get me a beer?

Yeah, sure.

Does Chris want one?

No.

He's had enough tonight.

Why are we stopping?

Just dropping Chris off, bud.

Yeah, but he doesn't live here, does he?

You ain't gonna fucking believe this.

He's only gonna fucking kill Chris.

I mean, exactly like, it's a fucking useless, spastic shit cut.

But if that's not dedication, I don't know what fucking is.

This is fucking liability, innit?

What's the deal in going around murdering some kid for two grand?

Tony, it's unnecessary.

No, he's a white cop.

Anyway, I've already told him he's back on the phone, mate.

Along with working together, me and Tony did a couple of little earners on the

side. Jimmy G had set up a deal for some stolen traveller's cheques. But after

four cancelled meets, Tony had got the ump.

My time ain't fucking free.

I've been up and down the A13 nine times for that cunt.

Andy gobbled off the rumour about me fucking that chinky bird. She's been in

here all fucking week.

Me and Craig are going to punish the cunt.

You want to come?

Look, if you're gonna slap a guy, just fucking slap him.

What's he mean, Craig, for? Because we're gonna do a demolition job on the

camp. That's why.

Oh, we'll leave you out, all right?

You need to calm down, then, yeah? You don't want any?

No. No, I don't.

Oi, Jim, you having that, boo, yeah?

What's happening, Jim?

Oi, boy. Oi, mate, you all right? You all right?

Tony,

I fucking love you. Please, no, no. Don't listen to him, Tony. Think of all

the Aggies he calls you. Yeah, all the fucking Aggies he calls me. Fuck you.

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

Christ.

Let's make a TV video on an iPhone and shove it in the back of the motor.

I'm fining you, Jimmy.

Is that fair enough?

Fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!

Yes. Are you Jimmy's dad?

Yeah, why?

What's this about?

Is he in?

No, why? What's this about? Because we're looking for him, you fucking worst

guys. You fucking tell him to meet us face to face or I'm going to come in

there and start cutting your fucking daughter's fingers off one at a time.

You got that?

Yeah. I said, have you got them? Yeah. You fucking got that?

Yeah, I got it.

Jimmy's fucking gone Jimmy's fucking dead

This is supposed to be an hospital, isn't it?

What's the matter with you?

You're on the line, Colton.

You and Les are taking a piss, aren't we? Fucking right we are, mate.

Have a go with Sadie.

That's Sandy.

Yeah, whatever.

I'm paying her a fucking three a day.

And she likes to earn her money, don't you, babe?

Sucks a fucking blinding cock.

I sure do.

No, you're all right, love.

Are you sure? That's no bother.

No, thanks.

You remember Darren, don't you? Yeah, we met at your party or something.

Yeah. Yeah, I was with Mickey.

Yeah, the old guys, yeah. We was all in the Knicks together.

Yeah, well, you'll be back in there if I'll be able to turn up, yeah?

See this place, man? Look at the state of it.

It's fucking cocaine all over the bed, Tony.

I knew his husband was gonna fucking grass us up, eh?

Still can't believe it was Jimmy that put you in it.

Yeah.

Why don't no good cunts gonna end up in a fucking box when I get hold of him?

Craig, visiting time's over. Get these others out of here.

Come on, we've been having so much fun.

Fuck off.

I'll see you later, Pat, yeah? I'll give your best to Mickey.

Come on, bro.

Come on, bro.

Here, Dale.

Don't forget to tell Mickey about that little bit of business.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, sweet.

Here, Carl.

I need you to get Jimmy down here.

So you want to sort things out and put an end to this, but I need you to get

him down here and we'll do the rest.

What do you mean?

Ain't no more to do with this.

No, I'll get rid of the gun and the body.

Oh, that's a fucking cracking idea.

You're just going to go and shoot someone in fucking hospital?

I mean, be up yourself. Where are you on parole, Pat? Yeah, well, fuck all that.

That Roman's got to go because he's made me and him look like a right pair of

cunts.

All right.

Well, you just get well and I'll come see you in Chelmsford and Nick, all

right?

Hello? Carlton, it's Jimmy.

They said they'd rape my sister.

They threatened my dad.

They smashed up my house. They call me ten times a day, leaving threats on my

answer phone.

Don't cry, son, all right? It's not gonna hurt.

I can't believe they turned on me like that.

And I shot back because I knew I knew there was no other way They'll never

stop now Ever Till I'm dead

Let me speak to Tony and I'll see what I can do. It's too late for that. I can't

it's too fucking late for that There's only one way to make sure my family

stays safe

You just slowed down. No, listen, I know you're as harsh as they are, Cartman,

but at least you're always fair. At least you're always fucking fair.

Tony doesn't have a set of rules you can live by.

I need you.

I need you to kill me.

You what?

I'm too scared to do it by myself.

Please.

Protect my family.

And shoot me.

You can't ask me that.

You can't ask anybody that. I don't know what else to do.

I don't know what else to do.

We can start by putting the gun down.

And then you get yourself out of Essex and you lie low for a while.

And you keep yourself out of fucking trouble.

And I'll see what I can do.

Do you hear me?

Well, it was bound to fucking happen. The nurse came in to change Pat's bed

while he was in surgery and found his gun.

Pat went straight back to prison on violation of his parole.

A couple of days later, Jimmy was picked up with an unlicensed firearm.

Now, although it weren't the gun that shot Pat, it was still enough to put him

behind bars for a stretch.

Best place for him, really. He'd be safe on the inside.

All right, Carlton.

Fuck me, what's this? You ain't on brand now and all, are you?

It's new, mate.

Looks like Erin to me.

Well, it fucking ain't all right. Yeah, I can vouch for that, Colton.

You? Don't make me laugh.

You think you're better at talking, don't you?

What's him and that walking clap doing there?

They make me fucking itch just looking at them.

Can't you just get on with them for me, Col?

I've put up with the cuntness about it.

Anyway, I thought you was knocking on the head and now Pat's inside.

When was the last time you were clean, for fuck's sake?

Fuck clean?

I haven't worked 22 hours a day like this.

Yeah, but for how long?

You're fucking dead carrying on like that.

What's the story with this kitchen? I thought you said that guy's already done

by now.

So did I.

Well, he's taking a fucking piss, isn't he?

Come and check this out.

I ain't teaching you not to fuck with me, Colin.

Definitely something wrong with you.

It had been almost a year since Pat had gone back to prison.

Tony and Craig had become increasingly powerful in the drug world while he was

inside. Pat wanted to get right back in with him.

You all right, son?

You look a little bit long in the boat.

Who fucks your mother in cold? Tell us where you saw him at.

How would you... Oh, he's coming on a little deal with us.

Be a good little earner.

Tell him, Pat.

Mickey Steele's got a shipment coming in from Holland.

300 a kilo.

Not cheap, I know, but he reckons there's no fucking chance of anybody

getting pulled by customs.

And how do you know that? Because they don't get some fucking mug to bring it

in on the ferry.

They bring it across the channel in a powerboat.

They've done it fucking a hundred times.

Now, Mickey needs 80 large up front to get the gear.

He's in for 15, I'm in for 40. Fucking 40?

You ain't got fucking 40 large, Pat. Yeah, but I will in a couple of days,

won't I?

How's that, then?

Tom, I fucking told you twice.

I've got all these contacts sorted out.

You make me laugh. I didn't spend all my fucking time in Nick wanking.

Yes, you fucking did.

Yeah, you're right. They didn't fucking let me out!

Look,

I don't know. We'll see, won't we? Oh, shut up. What's the matter with you?

You're gonna fucking dance him, mate? He's in for six large.

So, look, do me a favour. You fill him in on the rest, cos I've got to try my

luck with that little blonde salt over here.

What do you mean?

Filth, mate. No, that's a fucking filth.

With a little bit of luck, I might get a golden shirt at night.

So what do you reckon, mate?

Look, I ain't got the dough, all right?

I've got nothing for the site.

Did you hear what Pat said?

You're guaranteed to double up your money on this.

Yeah, well, his idea of a guarantee and mine are two different things.

I'm just trying to help you out, mate.

Yeah, I know. All right, look, I appreciate it. I don't want to fall out

over this, all right?

You're my brother, Carl.

And I fucking love you.

It's good to know someone's looking out for me.

Yeah, always. You know that.

Don't do me a favour. Just be careful of him.

Pat was at it again, and even Tony could see it becoming liability.

In a drug-fuelled rage, he threw the one person who still stood by him, Kate

Carter, out of his house.

She ran straight to Mickey still, her closest friend while Pat was inside.

And then the dope deal went tits up when it turned out the gear was moody.

Oh, yeah, you couldn't even burn it, let alone smoke it.

Mick, listen to me. You couldn't con a fucking 12-year-old with that fucking

Garrett shit, and I'm down fucking 40 grand.

I'll sort it out. You fucking will sort it out. I'm going to come round there

and fucking sort you out.

Jesus Christ, Pat. Jesus Christ.

Jesus fucking Christ. You'll be fucking screaming at you, Mug, when I fucking

come round here and do you with this blade. You fucking no-good cunt. Pat may

have been a fucking loon, but this time he was renting for a good reason.

He'd only gone and borrowed 40 grand off the most feared criminals in Essex, the

Exel brothers.

The deal was that in two weeks' time, he'd pay them back 50.

Look, he's been to Amsterdam two or three times. This time he lost the gear.

I swear on my fucking life, I wouldn't dream about having you two over.

Mickey Steele's done this to all of us.

Well, Mickey Steele's your fucking mate. Why would he do that? Look, let me get

hold of him. I'll fucking bring him in front of you. I'll put a blade to his

throat. And when you're satisfied, I'll do him. They gave him a month to come up

with the goods.

And after a lot of ag... Darren Nichols and Mickey still went to Amsterdam and

recovered the money.

Pat and the boys may have got their dough back, but that was it. They hadn't

made a bean.

They'd had their time wasted.

And Pat, he was still ten grand short what he owed the brothers.

Are you going to help a girl in trouble, Mickey?

Stay here as long as you need.

Don't worry about it.

Petty's shutting his mouth off about you to anyone who'll listen.

He said your operation's a joke and then you ripped him off.

He's a junkie.

He's a fucking steroid freak.

I thought, don't worry, you.

He's out of control.

He says he's going to kill you.

He's all my arse.

He's a fucking idiot.

I don't know, Mickey.

These threats seem pretty thorough to me.

Look at me.

I don't have a home to go to.

I'm a child.

Staying at my mum's.

Is that me, Kate?

Trust me, Kate.

Of course I do.

Then listen to me.

I'm old school.

Been round the block a few times.

Mugs like Pat Tate come round every once in a while.

But you know something?

What?

The loud ones never last, Kate.

He'll get what's coming to him.

Can I have a 12-inch, please?

What? What do you mean you don't do four toppings? It's a pizza shop.

Give me the phone.

What's your problem, mate?

Why can't we have all four fucking toppings?

Because it's not on the menu, sir.

You're talking about not on the fucking menu. We're talking about cheese, you

cunt.

Listen, deliver the fucking pizza she wants or I'll come down here and fucking

open you up.

Sir, this phone delivery line is actually open to people over the age of

12. Now, if you'd like to calm down and get your mum and your letter phone back,

I'll be happy to send you a pizza.

Who am I talking to?

My name's Roger Spooner, sir. I'm the manager.

Well, Roger, you do yourself a fucking favour, mate, cos this is your last

chance for a fucking peaceful night.

Deliver the fucking pizza she wants or your mum and dad will be down the

fucking mall got thrown a morning.

Who's on the fucking phone now?

Where is he? That's me.

Fucking mugrails and a fucking gun!

Fucking arse in there before fucking tottings. You give it me, you cunt,

won't you? You fucking give it to me, won't you?

Yes!

Hey, you got a fucking problem? Fat bollocks, you got a fucking problem?

Hey?

Pat's continuing war with the fast food industry resulted in the geezer giving a

detailed statement to the police.

Come morning, he found out who Pat was and suddenly Pizza Boy had a bad case of

amnesia. Pat, Tony and Craig were out of control.

They just did whatever they fucking liked.

They robbed who they wanted and destroyed any cunt that got in their

way.

I'll be your boyfriend.

But it ain't for me.

The bodies of three men have been discovered in a Range Rover on a farm in

Rattenden in Essex.

It's thought that these were victims of a brutal gangland slaying.

The police are not divulging much information at present.

But we do know that all three men were gunned down somewhere between 6 p.m. and

12 p.m. last night.

Hello,

Paul's car.

Hello, Carl. You seen those?

No, not yet. Why?

Listen, mate, can you pop by and hear me as I've been trying to get hold of them

all morning? I was just engaged.

What's going on?

I don't know, mate. Just do me a favour. Just go round here and give me a call.

Hello mate, it's me again.

Well listen mate, can you give me a call back please?

Alright, just getting a bit worried.

Yeah, just give me a call back as soon as you get his message.

All right, mate. Sorry.

You all right?

No. No, I'm not all right. I can't get over it. No, I can't.

Something's happened.

Maybe he's scaring me.

Back to the murders in Retton.

The police have announced that there'll be a news conference later this evening,

where it's expected that the names of those murdered will be released.

Colt? Colt? Yeah, go on, what's happening?

Emma's fine.

Tony didn't come back last night, but she ain't worried. She thinks he... Hold

on, mate.

Colt? Fucking old Bill's just turned up.

Emma!

Colt, talk to me. Emma!

Mate, I'm gonna have to go. I don't know what's going on down there.

Everything's fine as far as I know, but not here.

I'm gonna have to go.

Ladies, my ladies.

Police have tonight released the names of the three men murdered in Rattenden

on the night of the 6th of December.

The victims were 38-year-old Anthony Tucker, 37-year-old Patrick Tate and 26

-year-old Craig Rolfe. It's believed that all three men had gangland

connections. When the police informed Tony's dad of his son's death...

He dropped dead of a heartache right there in front of him.

After the tears came the questions.

Who murdered Tony, Pat and Craig that night?

Good evening lads.

Before you start, he wasn't speeding. The car's not stolen. The fucking taxi's

in day. All right.

I've got some information I'd like to share with you. Ask you a few questions.

Very informal.

What now?

This won't be the kind of a hurried big family dinner.

This won't take long.

They'll be this dangerous out on these main roads. What with this weather.

Follow the car.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

We ain't got to fucking do nothing for you.

No, you don't. But I could always get a search warrant. Search the three of your

houses tonight. Really fuck your evenings up.

He'll be on your way in 15 minutes. Look, officer... Shut up, shit.

Lead the way.

Sorry about this, lads.

Thanks for the cooperation.

Yeah, blah, blah, fucking blah.

What's so fucking important you had to speak to us tonight?

Trust me, you'll like this. You just fucking bring us all the way down here

for? The traffic is dangerous.

Oi, you want fucking drugs?

You got any?

The way we saw it, the police had stronger motes than anyone.

The rumour was we were all under observation, so how the fuck could a hit

go down right under their nose?

It could have been revenge for several high-profile ecstasy deaths, or it could

have been they were just getting rid of three of the most dangerous drug dealers

from the South East.

Either way, it was a paranoid first few days, where anyone who knew the three

was a suspect.

Over the next few days, silence fell on gangland as hundreds of people were

questioned.

One theory was gaining in credibility.

Two names just kept coming up.

Fucking hell! But you ain't got a fucking damn clue! What, what, what,

what, what's this about? I thought there was one aware that you passed. Now you

tell your boys to follow that car. I ain't going nowhere.

I ain't going... It's no different the way that you drive or I drive. Do you

get the picture?

And it's a pretty fucking gory picture of that, son.

You boys have become a fucking nuisance.

We heard about your little slip-out in the pizza parlor, Pat.

We spunked in our pants.

Don't remember how much fucking money you owe us. Listen, please, I'm trying

to get all your dough back now.

What have we got with Pat? It's got fuck what to do with me.

Oh, fuck off, Tucker. It's got everything to do with you. You're all

involved. All fucking out of control.

Ripping off every cunt from me to fucking Hounslow.

Well, it stops tonight.

Shoot that cunt.

I'll tell you like a man, son.

Ain't that bad.

We'll be over in a moment.

Fuck you!

You fucking cunt!

But these were just paranoid theories being handed out left, right and centre.

The newspapers started printing any old shit from small-time crooks and

wannabes. Apparently, Arthur Wessex was an expert on the subject.

And what's this then?

Six months later, Darren Nicholls was nicked with 10 kilos of puff in his

boot. And before anyone thought much about it, he was busy grassing to the

old bill about the triple murders.

This deal's fucked up everything.

I spent years sweetening up his fucking contacts. He's made me look like a right

mug, and us, like we don't know what we're doing.

I've told everyone what a good fucking cunt he is.

Okay, Pat, then shut the fuck up, because he's heading towards our table

right now.

Stephanie?

Pat, how's it going?

So what have you got to tell us that's so fucking important?

I've got something coming up.

Something big, so big it's gonna make that last deal seem like fucking pocket

money by comparison.

Yeah.

Well, I hope by that you mean pocket money, not pocketing our fucking money.

What's happening, chaps? Sit down, shut your mouth and listen.

I've been hired by this Dutch person to do a job. A job that involves my plane.

And a shitload of white.

How much?

I'm meant to be bringing over 30 kilos of Columbian Pure.

Land my plane in a field near Redmond.

30 fucking kilos?

How much is that worth?

All depends on the quality.

It's the bollocks.

They've already paid me 50k up front.

The drugs are standing by and on and they're all set to go.

I'm meant to be bringing it over in the next few days when the weather improves.

So what's the plan, mate?

Do what you two do best.

Rob the cunts.

I'll tell you where and when I'll be landing the plane.

There'll be two others on board with me.

You steaming really strong, stick guns in our faces, bish-bash, pinch the gear.

Simple as that, what do you reckon?

Well, I won't kid you, if that gear's proper, well, we've got to be towing

over a mil.

Exactly.

So what do you want to have here?

Bust it up three ways. A third.

You're having a fucking laugh at this. That's fine.

It's a fair deal.

We'll have to make this look convincing though.

They can't know you're in on it, Mickey.

We'll have to fuck you up a bit and maybe knock a few teeth out.

I can handle a couple of broken teeth for ten kilos.

This is the big time, Carl.

We're talking numbers with shitloads of zeros on the end.

They're talking like it's already in the bank.

Mickey's the shortest it's all gone ahead. He's already been paid.

Yeah, he's been paid. You ain't. Trust me. It's on.

Look, just be careful, yeah?

Pass around the old fucking Essex shanty's mouth off. And if this gets

back to you, you're fucked.

Relax, mate.

You worry too much.

It's all good.

I want to tell you something, Carl.

I'm surrounded by a lot of people, yeah?

But I know they just want a piece of me.

With you.

It's different.

You just want to be my friend.

You know, you're the only one I fully trust.

Same.

I want to do something for you.

I want to give you 30 grand out of this.

Don't be silly, right? You don't owe me nothing.

I know, mate.

I also know you'd do the same for me if you had a deal like this going down.

Yeah, yeah, cool, son. You know that.

I want to give you the money for two reasons, Carl.

Firstly, you're broke.

Oh, I am also over it, isn't it?

You never asked me for a fucking thing.

Things are gonna quite undone a lot in the new year.

When this deal goes down, I'm going into semi-retirement.

Do you know what?

That's not such a bad idea.

Look, I'm gonna slip off, all right?

I promised Danny I'd have a family dinner tonight.

Sounds good, mate. Yeah.

Yeah, I just fancy a quiet one for a change.

Thanks, yeah?

No worries, mate.

What are you up to this evening?

What, what's up?

Me and Jack need a favour.

Tony, it's Pat.

Listen, mate, I've just got off the phone with our pal Mickey.

Are we on for it? No, too much fucking snow on the ground, but your rent's

wrong for the day after tomorrow.

I can't fucking wait.

Tony, listen, look, soppy fucking Mickey wants to show us exactly where he wants

to land his plane.

So you and Rolfy up for a little meet later, yeah?

It's cold, isn't it?

We should have put a coat on then.

Yeah, well, I didn't realise the plan was to sit in a motor and freeze a

fucking death.

The plan is we wait for Pat to turn up and we try to wear Mickey's name in the

plane.

Tell me why again.

Mickey wants me there in the background, just to make sure everything's all

right.

Pat's been a bit unpredictable lately, in case you haven't fucking noticed.

Listen, look, I've been doing a lot of thinking about all this.

I mean, why don't we just fucking nip all the gear and do Mickey with the

others?

I thought he was your pal. That was before he fucked us over, monkey boy.

I've got no fucking naughty to let come no more.

At least they won't link us to this fucking movie.

I'm going.

Okay, let's go.

Right.

Drive down the road about half a mile.

You sit tight and wait for my call.

Where's your phone?

Can we pop it?

You won't need a fucking thing in there, will you? Put it on the dashboard.

I ain't gonna ask you if that thing's turned on, have I?

Of course it's turned on. What do you think I am?

You sure?

I thought it was on.

Darren, I'm fucking speechless.

I don't know why Mickey puts up with you.

You're a useless cunt.

What? What did you say?

Nothing. I'm not gonna play on that fucking radio either.

It's like you hear that phone ring.

Can I stick a tape on?

Take that radio, what is the fucking difference?

What's an on-range forecaster looking like, Mick?

Well, the weather seems to be improving at last.

So I reckon we'll be up for it in the next couple of days.

48 hours.

48 fucking hours, and then our lives start changing.

Craig, you're gonna have to chuck a left up here, all right?

Mick, I've got to say it, son.

I fucking love you.

No, I swear, I fucking love you.

You know,

that's not what I've been hearing around town, Padraig.

Yeah, well, forget all that old fucking bollocks now, because we're gonna hit a

big time. We are gonna beat fucking Kate!

Left up here, is it, Mick?

Yeah, that's right.

Left.

Hello.

Hello, babe.

Oh, okay.

Come some mission.

Kate, you are such a lovely girl and I don't fucking deserve you, you know

that. Listen, do me a favour and give me a bell back later. I'm just putting some

people.

What?

No, I'm just pretending they're boys.

Yeah.

Listen, of course I do.

I love you. Is that good enough?

I love you.

Call me later.

Bye.

There's a gate up ahead, mate.

Want me to open it?

Nah, it's okay son.

I'll get it.

You work far too hard to let a cunt like you fuck everything up. You take it!

Take it all!

What?

The 30 kilos of Colombian Pure?

You soppy cunt!

You soppy, greedy, gullible cunt!

Yeah. Come and get us.

Well, it didn't take long.

That's cool like a pig.

Let's fuck off.

Where's Mick?

He's coming.

Turn that fucking light out now!

Alright Darren, let's go.

This was Darren Nicholls' testimony of what happened.

The only people who really know are in the ground.

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

to find a greater position of power.

There's not a lot of old men in my game.

Paranoia is what keeps me alive.

I'm taking no chances.

Every room in my house is armed. You break in and I'll bathe in your fucking

blood. And if one day my time is up, let me say to you, if you think I'm just

going to sit and beg for my life, well then you are some sort of cunt.

Here for each other.

You're the