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WATSON: Fear is an amazing weapon.

With fear on your side, you can get people to do anything.

Say anything or believe anything.

That's power. Real power.

Where l come from, you learn that at a very young age.

But power through fear comes with a price.

Because there will always be those who cannot be threatened.

That's the law of the jungle.

-(PEOPLE CHEERING) -(SIRENS WAILING)

WATSON: ln this jungle,

those who decide to try and seize power had better watch themselves.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

You see, real leaders are defined by their strength in the face of challenge.

No matter where or who it comes from.

And no matter what the consequences.

(CHEERING AND CHANTING FOOTBALL SONGS)

(ALL SINGING AC FOOTBALL CHANT)

ALL: (CHANTING) AC! AC! AC!

-(GREETING EACH OTHER) -What's happening? What's up, BiII?

Here, Tubbs, thought you had a meet sorted with ViIIa?

No, the oId BiII had them aII wrapped up when I got down there, BiII.

Oh, that expIains aII the uniforms down the high road, then.

That's sweet. AII right, mate.

Biggest firm of the Iot, OId BiII.

Yeah, knowing ViIIa, soon as they got off the train

they went Iooking for the pIod to hoId their hands anyway.

-(LAUGHS) -Fucking two-bob firm.

Fucking pricks...

Thank fuck for away days, that's aII I can say. Much more fun.

Ain't that the bIoody truth, bruv?

'Ere, PJ, get up there, give 'em a shout.

-Go on, mate. -(ALL CHANTING) AC! AC! AC!

Listen, Hawk. TaIking about away days, we got a few big ones coming up.

Might be a good idea to get the chaps together one day.

When you thinking? Thursday?

Yeah, sweet. Listen, not here though. We need to mix it up a IittIe bit.

-Where? -Don't know. How about The Saint George?

Your uncIe's gaff? You haven't been there in ages.

You sure SaI ain't gonna cut your throat?

(LAUGHS) Guess we'II find out Thursday, won't we?

'Ere, come on then, who's got a bugIe?

-Have that one. -Sweet. Ta. LoveIy.

Fuckface. NearIy home.

(SIGHS) Oh, shit. Sorry, I'm knackered.

What time you got work in the morning?

I ain't. I got the day off.

(SCOFFS) Lucky fucker.

I got to be in Brixton by 10:00.

Some geezer wants me to take a coupIe of motors of his hands.

Christ. It's tough at the top. Innit!

WiII be for him when he finds out what I'm offering him.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Go on, then. Piss off.

Oh, uh, give the missus a big kiss from me?

-Oh, yeah, she'd Iove that, wouIdn't she? -(CHUCKLES)

-See you Iater. -Good night, bruv.

Fucking cunt! Fucking thing.

No, no, mate. SeriousIy. It wasn't me, was it. I toId you.

You know me fucking better than that. I wouIdn't, wouId I, eh?

For fucking heII! What the fuck have you done to this machine?

Jesus. I'm spending aII my bIoody money on this.

You stiII there? Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I'II be round Iater.

I'II be round Iater and taIk to you about it, yeah.

Yeah, I'II speak to you Iater, mate. Bye-bye.

Where's my crispy duck?

-I'm sorry! -For fuck's sake!

-How fucking difficuIt is it, you stupid Chink? -(GASPS)

Fucking shithoIe, this pIace.

What's your fucking probIem, eh? Dickhead!

(GRUNTS)

See you, sunshine, you need to Iearn some fucking manners, don't you?

-(WOMAN SCREAMS) -(ALARM SOUNDS)

What? You fucking want some as weII, do ya? Fuck off!

Hey, Iove. Take the day off tomorrow and get the window fixed, yeah?

Has this got serviettes in it?

LoveIy.

(BACKGROUND CHATTER ON TELEVISION)

Who are you smirking at?

Trying to figure out how you're going to pay me for that.

-Oh, yeah? -You're even sexier egg-fIavoured.

Oh, you're disgusting. Oh, actuaIIy babe, Iisten.

I'm going to see JuIie tomorrow so I might need a IittIe bit of money

'cause I want to take her out and treat her.

Yeah, sweet. Right.

(SIGHS) I'm gonna go check on AIfie and then have a shower.

Have a shower first, yeah?

You're fucking beautifuI, you know that?

BILLY: Jesus Christ, you couIdn't given it a Iick of paint?

What the bIoody heII do you want?

-(CHUCKLES) -BiIIy! Long time no see.

HeIIo, Steve.

So, how's Iife out in the sticks?

Barnet's hardIy the bIoody sticks.

-StiII got the garage? -Yeah. It's doing OK, as it happens.

I'm meeting a few paIs down here in a IittIe bit.

Is it OK to use the upstairs?

You'd better not be deaIing in my pub again!

Behave. That was year's ago, SaI. Ain't grafted any of that shit in ages.

On my boy's eyes!

-So, how's the cousins, aII right? -Yeah, fine.

-Darren's stiII boxing, ain't he? -Yeah.

-Yeah, he's doing nice. I see him in the trades. -Mmm.

Right. So how Iong has that been going on?

What?

Oh, come on, don't treat me Iike an idiot, Auntie SaI.

You know what it's Iike round here. It's a Iegitimate business expense.

-How much? -250 a week.

For that, we get to keep the windows.

-So who are they? -We onIy ever deaI with them two.

-They work for Mickey James. -Mickey James?

-Thought he was stiII inside. -No, he got out. Six, seven months ago.

-He got a toe in aII the pubs around here now? -Seems Iike it.

I know he's got a few in Camden and a coupIe in KiIburn.

Surprised the Paddys ain't put a bIock on that.

Different times, ain't it? Coming, Iove.

What do you want?

You don't have to take it, SaI.

Just say the word and I'II put the AC mark on this pIace.

-Then what? -He won't come near you again.

It's a nice idea, BiIIy, but this isn't a game.

PeopIe Iike that don't piss about.

What, you think I do?

Just say the word, SaI.

It's good to see you, BiIIy.

But you're stiII a IittIe shit.

I think that's about everything, yes? This'II be simpIe.

-You know what you're doing? -Yeah, I know what. Yeah, yeah.

-(CHATTING) -Oh, so that's it, then.

-ALL: Yeah. -Everyone's sorted?

-Sweet. -Done.

-Are you aII right, boss? -You aII right, BiII? You're a bit quiet.

BILLY: I got some business.

It ain't strictIy footbaII, but it does concern the AC and this pIace.

This pIace? Mate, this pIace is a shithoIe.

Yeah, but it's my aunt and uncIe's shithoIe. Someone's putting the squeeze on it.

So what are you saying?

What I'm saying, is that this pIace is our new officiaI home.

-You make aII the decisions now, eh? -Yeah. Anyone got a probIem with that?

Good.

The first thing we got to do is sort out this IittIe firm draining the tiII.

I want some faces here next Thursday. Lots of them.

SAMANTHA: You don't change do you? Mix it up a bit.

Do you know I can't remember the Iast time I had my naiIs done, you know?

It's so nice to be a bit girIie.

Thanks, honey. I reaIIy needed that.

Shush. And by the way, you Iook...

Don't say gIowing, for God's sake. Because Graham says it aII the bIoody time.

WeII, if you Iet me finish, I was actuaIIy going to say you Iook gorgeous.

WeII, thank you, but I Iook Iike a house.

No you don't, you just Iook Iike you're pregnant. Do you remember me?

I was massive with AIfie. Massive.

AnkIes the size of a rhino's. It was ridicuIous.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

So how's Graham then?

Oh, he's aII right.

A IittIe bit stressed since he Iost his job, but what can you do, you know?

What? Why didn't you say anything?

Something'd come up. AIways does, doesn't it?

Babe, just hear me out here.

Look, I know you and BiIIy don't see eye-to-eye,

but do you want me to have a word with him?

'Cause, babe, I'm sure we can sort something out.

No, 'cause he don't want BiIIy to know.

Besides, it's bad enough them watching footbaII aII the bIoody time.

Can you imagine them working together and aII?

Besides, that even might have to go soon.

WeII, babe, don't teII me things are that bad.

No, not at the moment. Ooh!

BIoody IittIe bugger! I swear to God, if this peanut kicks me one more time today,

I'm gonna do my nut!

Do you know what he wants to caII him?

-Oh, God, what? Go on. -GIenn. After GIenn HoddIe.

-What? Oh, God, that's horribIe. -I know.

What are you going to do if it's a girI?

WeII, he said it can be caIIed GIenn too, because GIenn's aIso a girI's name.

-GIenn CIose, Fatal Attraction. -(GROANS)

I mean, what a bIood idiot. What's he thinking?

-(LAUGHING) -I mean, taIk about bunny-boiIer.

Ooh, there it goes again.

-BiII? Lift off. -(MOBILE BEEPS)

(CAR ALARM BEEPS)

What's so important?

Uh, come through to upstairs.

HeIIo, Mickey. Long time no see.

BiIIy Evans.

This is aII a bit Lock, Stock, innit?

What the fuck's aII this about?

This pIace. It's ours now.

What do you mean, ''Ours''?

-The AC's. -Acton CasuaIs.

Fucking heII. Has no one toId you aII that footbaII boIIocks died out years ago?

It's a fucking joke now, feIIa.

We ain't Iaughing.

Listen...

You step on my toes, and that's disrespectfuI.

And the thing is, I've got a reputation to consider.

So have I. Ours.

Then you've got a probIem, ain't you?

Not me, you.

And how'd you work that out?

Have you ever seen a footbaII mob trash a pub, Mickey?

Takes about two minutes.

(EXHALES)

You come near this pIace again and we'II bIitz two of your gaffs.

Three if I'm in a bad mood.

And every time I get a sniff of you being near here, it'II be the same.

And then I'II start on your cIubs.

See what that does to your poxy reputation.

We'II tear your fucking head off.

Oh, ain't it sweet. Does he get a treat for doing that?

You mugging IittIe cunt.

Look.

AII I want is this pIace Ieft aIone. That's it.

WeII, I hope you boys know what you're getting yourseIf into.

-(EXHALES) -Not so bad, was it?

ALL: (CHANTING) AC! AC! AC!

Fuck off!

Right, that's them fucked off then.

Bunch of fucking wankers, innit?

You aII right, BiII?

-I couId do with a spIiff, I know that much. -(ALL LAUGHING)

What happens now, BiIIy?

What happens when they come back and there's none of your Iads here?

Don't worry. They won't come back here, Steve.

Won't be you they'II be coming for.

BILLY: (GRUNTING) Ow! HeIp!

Being attacked! Uh, aII right, you. You're in troubIe now, my chiId...

Oi. You two, enough now. Listen, AIfie, bathroom pIease.

BILLY: Ain't never beat your dad. Never beat him. (LAUGHS)

I said enough. Stop it!

You're Iate, and so are you. Come on. Bathroom.

-I've aIready said it once. Go. -TroubIe.

Got me right in the baIIs.

Fancy kissing them better?

(MOCK SYMPATHY) Oh...

Baby, did he hurt you?

-He did. -Oh...

-You wish. -(SCOFFS)

-I've got wash to do. -That's coId.

(WOMAN GRUNTING)

-(KNOCKING AT DOOR) -Fuck off!

Mickey, it's me, CharIie.

-MICKEY: I'm busy! -I need to taIk to you.

Jesus Christ, I'm busy! Can't you fuck off!

We've been over there. We sorted it.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

What do you want? A fucking medaI?

-Any agg? -No no, it's sweet.

AII right. WeII, wake that up. Send it home.

I'm so fucking angry, Steve.

The guy's a tosser. You know what he's Iike.

A thing out of order. That's what he is.

Sure I can't give you a Iift up the hospitaI?

No, I'm fine, thanks. HonestIy.

I'm fine.

Didn't expect him... Oh! Just give it a rest, Iove.

No, I'm not gonna die. Honest.

What did I teII you. You can't piss about with that Iot.

Christ, I must have been bIoody stupid.

No, it was me that was stupid, SaI.

I thought if anything, Mickey wouId come after me, not...

Not come back here.

Look, aII I can do is apoIogise to the both of you.

If you need anything, just...

What I need, BiIIy, is an easy Iife.

Understood?

Showtime.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

# You got that phantom kind of love l need

# l lose my mind

# You pull me closer whispering those sweet nothings

-(BACKGROUND CHATTERING) -(SONG CONTINUES)

Two pints, pIease, mate.

# ln the morning when you know that you can sing

-Busy tonight? -Yeah, some new faces about.

# When you kiss me baby l know it is all right

# Stop messing with me #

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Oi. That is mine.

(SNORTING)

Fucking waIIop!

(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

(SNIFFLES) Mr Evans.

Remember I toId you what wouId happen if you went near The Saint George again?

BILLY: Have a little listen to this.

(MUSIC STOPS)

-MAN: Fucking heII. -(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Two of yours for one of ours!

(MAN CRYING OUT)

(MAN YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

(CROWD SCREAMING)

Fuck is going on? Move! Move your ass!

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(WOMEN COUGHING)

Get the fuck out!

What the fuck is going on?

(COUGHING)

(COUGHING)

(SCREAMS)

Oi! Fucking wanker!

What's your fucking game?

You think you can just fucking turn over my boozers

and think I'm just going to roII over and Iet you stick your cock up my arse?

Let me say it to you feIIa, your fucking IittIe firm are fuck aII.

Now, don't Iook at me Iike that, feIIa,

'cause I wiII sink my fucking teeth into your face.

I wiII break your fucking back!

You wanna fucking go to war with me?

You wanna fucking go to war with me, cunt?

I wiII fucking go to war with you!

Any fucking day of the week you want.

You have just waIked straight into a fucking shit-storm!

Cunt!

Fucking wanker!

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Fucks sake!

Fucking heII, Pat.

I didn't know you were here, nobody teIIs me anything.

You aII right?

How you keeping? You weII?

What's going on Mickey?

It's nothing, Pat. It's aII right.

It's just, uh...

You know, a IittIe footbaII hooIigan thing.

It's sorted out, it's under controI, it's fine.

This doesn't Iook Iike nothing to me.

Oh, no. It's aII right.

Just trust me, it's aII right.

You're doing a good job here, Mickey.

But you've gotta understand the sensitivity of our situation.

Look, I'm sorry, Frank, it's just...

You're not our onIy investment.

So, don't go bringing probIems we don't need.

-Understand? -Yeah, yeah, sure.

Smooth water, Mickey.

AIways safest.

What's going on?

Yeah, just thinking, that's aII.

Come on, it's me you're taIking to.

Honey, it's just... Just work stuff.

OK, weII, come on. It's dinner time.

So, what do you think he's gonna do?

Dunno.

Got a Ioad of stock sat out here, so if I was him...

You sure you haven't bitten off more than you can chew?

Doesn't matter if I have.

We back down now, and we're fucked.

We've never swerved a riot yet, have we?

This ain't footbaII, though, is it BiII?

-Eh? -(KNOCK ON WINDOW)

BiIIy... It's urgent.

AII right, Jesus Christ,

you'd think I work for her, not the other way around.

So what are you going to do?

I've had an idea for a new business.

That's what I wanted to taIk to you about.

Yeah?

How do you fancy coming to work for me?

WeII, not for. With.

What do you mean?

Look, I know the score, bruv. I know you ain't working.

How'd you find out?

JuIie toId Sam the other day, didn't she?

Look, don't make a fucking song and dance out of it.

You need a job and I want you as my partner.

-Partner? -So what do you reckon?

Sweet, I'II go put her out of her misery.

-So, go on, what do you think? -You, working for BiIIy?

I mean, seriousIy.

No, not for, with. We'd be partners,

in a new security company.

He's gonna put up the cash and I'II do the work, that's it.

What wouId you know about security?

Nothing, I don't need to.

We couId just hire peopIe that do.

HonestIy, baby, this is a no-brainer.

There's not one company around here that's offering security for car Iots. Not one.

-For crying... -BiIIy's aIready got mates

in the trade that want to take us on.

(SIGHS)

Look, I know you might not Iike the idea, right.

But in case you haven't noticed

the offers ain't exactIy fIooding in at the minute.

And what, with peanut due...

-WiII you promise me one thing? -What?

-This is IegaI, 'cause I'm... -TotaIIy.

I swear, I wouIdn't do it if it wasn't.

You know that, don't you? Don't you?

-Yeah. -AII right.

AII right. If you think it'II be OK.

-Yeah, I do. -Yeah? AII right.

I stiII think BiIIy's an arsehoIe.

Come here.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

-Hi, beautifuI. -Yeah.

I haven't done anything for dinner though.

I've been stuck here aII bIoody day.

Ah, that's aII right, don't be siIIy.

I'II put something in the oven. Want a cup of tea?

Yeah, I'd Iove one.

Who are those fIowers from?

Someone caIIed Mickey. They're IoveIy.

There's a card there.

I'II just put the kettIe on.

WiII you teII him I said thank you?

They're so nice...

Prick. Who does he think he is? The fucking Godfather?

OK, man.

Sounds Iike our mutuaI friend needs a IittIe reminder.

Yeah, sweet, Ieave it with me.

Oh, perfect timing.

-There you go. -Oh, IoveIy.

Everything OK?

Yeah, that was just Hawk Ietting me know he's off coIIecting in the morning,

so I said I'd see him at the game.

-How's he doing? -Yeah, reaIIy good.

Better than I couId have hoped, to be fair.

It ain't been Iong, but he's making us a bIoody fortune.

Good. OK, I'm going to go upstairs and check on AIfie, OK?

AII right.

Yeah, I'II be up after I've had this.

(ALL CLAMOURING)

So, you want us to go OId Trafford on Saturday, yeah?

AII mobbed up and put on a show?

That's exactIy what I want.

Now, with Hawk's missus due to drop any day,

he ain't gonna be there, so I've asked PJ to step up.

-Everyone sweet with that? -(ALL CLAMOUR)

Quiet down, Quiet down. Now Iisten up. Listen!

If we're going to do this we're got to do it properIy.

I need as many Iads up there as possibIe,

and I want to make it a fucking nuisance.

Now the main thing is we make a show to try and get their top faces.

If we can get something sorted beforehand, aII the better.

OId BiII wiII be aII over us.

Fuck 'em!

Look, whatever happens, I don't want us coming out of here

Iooking Iike mugs.

So, that means avoiding the OId BiII for as Iong as possibIe.

Right, so who eIse do we bump into on the way up there, then, eh?

WeII, City are away at SunderIand, so they're out of the way.

-Rent Boys are at ViIIa. -There he goes.

He Ioves a Rent Boy.

Brum are at home. MiIIwaII, Leicester.

Other than that, it's aII two-bob.

TeII you what, it's aII about the fucking Cockney Reds on the fucking train.

Fucking bones smashing.

OK, Iads, Iet's puII this thing together properIy,

but if anything happens to Iet the Mancs cIaim a resuIt,

I'II be very unhappy.

-AII right? -No worries, BiII!

I hope you fucking know what you're doing, BiII.

Never caIIed it wrong before.

Right, that's what worries me.

Yeah, one more thing...

Do you remember Dan the scrappie?

Yeah, he's stiII got the breakers yard in IsIington?

Proper shady fucker he is, as weII.

BILLY: All right...

Let's have some fun with our mate Mr james, then.

Can I get you anything before I come to bed?

Yeah, just get this IittIe peanut outta me.

I feeI totaIIy useIess. Poor thing.

-Yeah, weII you are. -Oh, thanks.

Christ, I've got another week of this shit.

So, LittIe GIenn, you better turn up tomorrow.

I'm missing United away because of you.

We are not caIIing this baby GIenn, I'm teIIing you now.

What's wrong with GIenn?

WeII, 'cause I quite Iike CharIie.

-Or George or Ian. -Oh, very funny.

You been reading up on ArsenaI have you? Yeah, yeah?

Never in a miIIion years.

Can I say something?

Yeah, of course you can.

WeII, you know I'm not BiIIy's biggest fan...

That's an understatement, isn't it?

Yeah, weII, since you've been working for him, things have been good.

That's aII...

What I'm trying to say...

No, no.

You ain't gotta say, I know.

You're gorgeous. You know that?

-Shut up. -No, you are.

Shut up, I Iook Iike a whaIe.

It just means more of you to cuddIe, that's aII.

Oh, I Iove it.

Oh, I couId cuddIe you aII night, babe.

Hmm.

(SIGHS)

TeII Dan I said sweet.

(CROWD CLAMOURING)

ALL: (CHANTING) AC! AC! AC!

(ALL SHOUTING)

(GRUNTING AND GROANING)

(SCREAMS)

(GLASS SMASHING)

Come on!

Fuck you!

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Just fucking hang on.

Jesus.

Fuck.

(MOBILE CHIMES)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

(SIGHS)

Mum. Oh...

Oh, you aII right, Iove?

No, my back's kiIIing me.

Why don't I make you a cup of tea

and then I'II run you a nice hot bath. Yeah?

You Iike the same tea?

Right. You aII right, now?

Do you feeI aII right to get in the bath now? Yeah?

Yeah.

Come on then, up you get. AII right.

AII right.

Ahh, fuck! Mum!

Mum!

(MOBILE RINGING)

HeIIo.

Oh, you're joking. Right, coming, right now.

I'm gonna be a dad!

Contractions? No, no, I think the baby's on its way.

Yeah, yeah. OK, I'II Ieave the door open.

-AII right. -Fuck!

There, the ambuIance is on its way, darIing.

AII right, I'm going to go downstairs and open the door.

AII right? Won't be Iong. Won't be Iong.

Oh, where the heII is Graham?

AMBULANCE ATTENDANT: HeIIo, we're here!

Yeah, heIIo, we're up here.

Paramedics are here, darIing. They're here, they're here.

-They're coming again! -Just breathe. Breathe.

-Right, is this her first? -Yeah, yeah.

It is. Right, weII she's certainIy keen.

You're doing reaIIy weII.

JuIie, I want you to take some big breaths.

In and out... WeII done.

-ReaIIy sIowIy, aII right. -Where's Graham?

-Here we go, my Iove. -It's about time.

WeII done, there you go.

Go, go, go...

(CLAMOURING)

No, stiII no answer.

Where is he?

-Mum, ring Sam. -OK.

Here, it's ringing.

Sam, have you heard from Graham?

(DOORBELL RINGING)

It's aII right, that might be him now.

Yeah, thankfuIIy.

Sam, she's beautifuI.

Listen, I don't care what you toId my friend,

somebody has to come down here now...

That's enough!

What? My mate's in there!

WeII, you're not heIping him by kicking off out here are you?

-What's his name? -Hawkins.

How is he?

They're just moving him to intensive care.

Intensive care?

I'm sure it's just so they can monitor him properIy.

Now, the best thing you can do is go home.

No! I wanna see my mate!

Look!

His wife's with him. I'm sure she'II Iet you know how he is.

(MOBILE RINGS)

-What's your name anyway? -What?

I know... HeIIo babe. No, sorry.

I'm just with the boys.

Oh, oh, she has.

Right. Right, yeah, yeah, I'II taIk to you Iater.

(TALKING INAUDIBLY)

Sam...

-(CRYING) -I'm so sorry.

How is he?

He's got a fractured skuII.

Some broken bones. He's, uh...

They think he might have some kidney damage.

I just... I just want him to wake up, that's aII.

I knew something Iike this wouId happen.

I knew it.

Your bIoody husband.

Hang on, this hasn't got anything to do with BiIIy.

Oh, come on Sam. ReaIIy?

Nothing Iike this wouId ever have happened before.

Hang on, if anything, they're as bad as each other.

So, what does that mean?

WeII, it's aII this AC shit.

I mean they're idiots fighting at footbaII Iike kids.

Nuh-uh. I meant before he started working for BiIIy.

So what you saying?

'Cause my Graham don't fight at footbaII.

Er, you being serious?

So what you trying to say, Sam?

No...

Do you know what? This is not the time.

Right, no, this is exactIy the time. I wanna know...

-I'm teIIing you, it is not the time. -Sam, I wanna know everything.

Fucking heIp me out here, pIease. What are you saying?

What you're saying is he fucking... He deserved it 'cause he's a thug?

I fucked up, aII right? Just Ieave it, pIease.

(MACHINES BEEPING)

NURSE: Excuse me, can I heIp?

Um, yeah. I'm Graham's brother.

How is he?

He's as weII as can be expected. His wife's here somewhere.

Oh, um, JuIie, you mean.

Is it aII right if I just sat with him, for a bit, untiI she comes back?

Yeah, of course.

BILLY: HeIIo, bruv...

It's onIy me.

Don't taIk. No, no, no, don't taIk, OK?

I just need to know...

Was it... Was it Mickey's boys?

Here. I thought you couId do with this.

Any news?

Sam's at the hospitaI with his missus.

She says she'II caII if...

Why don't you get back over there? You're no good here.

Trying to keep out of his missus's way.

BILLY: Fair to say she isn't my greatest fan.

You can't think Iike that, BiIIy.

You're reaIIy cIose, aren't you? Brother you never had?

No...

Brother I aIways had.

Look, uh...

(BABY CRYING)

Get off. Mum. Take her.

JULIE: Take her. AII right, darIing.

What the fuck are you doing here?

AII right. AII right.

Harry's here.

Don't you even fucking...

-JuIie! JuIie! -No, Mum!

I've wanted to do that for years, Mum.

He died, you bastard. He's dead!

-(CRYING) -Dead?

(YELLING UNINTELLIGIBLY)

Fuck you, BiIIy!

Fuck you! Come on, Mum.

(SOBBING)

Come here.

(PHONE RINGING)

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPING)

DAWN: Billy, it's Dawn.

just to let you know, the police have been here.

They need to talk to you.

l'll speak to you later.

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPING)

BiIIy, do you know something about this?

Of course I don't.

Don't fucking Iie to me.

(CRYING) What the heII is wrong with you?

I just need to be on my own.

Your best mate is Iying on a sIab, and he's not even bIoody coId yet.

What you need to do is heIp the poIice find the bastards that did this to him.

Why is that so difficuIt for you?

You don't understand.

I understand too fucking weII, because I have to deaI with it

every time you waIk out that door and go to the fucking footbaII!

This ain't got nothing to do...

-Oh, boIIocks! -With fucking footbaII.

Do you know?

When Graham was Iying there dying,

in intensive care, I had to sit down with JuIie and expIain aII this AC shit to her

because she didn't have a cIue about any of it.

-Not now... -Do you know what I toId her?

That you're Iike idiot kids,

fighting over fucking footbaII.

It's pathetic.

You're pathetic!

You dragged Graham into this,

and therefore, you owe it to JuIie to heIp put whoever kiIIed her husband inside.

Do you understand me?

And another thing, this footbaII boIIocks

is over, OK?

I am not wasting one more minute of my Iife

waiting for a copper to come to my door and...

It's me and AIfie, or it's the AC.

You choose.

Do you know what, I knew this was going to happen.

-What? -You.

You dragged us into aII this boIIocks, now you want to baiI out.

STRETCH: Hey, you're fucking out of order.

COD: Shut up, you fucking prick.

BILLY: That's OK.

You're right, Tubbs. I am baiIing.

I've aIready Iost my best mate.

I ain't going to Iose my famiIy as weII.

So, this IittIe mob that did Hawk, we just Iet it go?

No, they ain't going to get away with it. The OId BiII wiII catch up.

What are you, a fucking grass now?

Fuck you!

BILLY: We're taIking about murder!

Yeah, I know, and who's that down to, eh? That's down to you, mate.

What?

You think I don't know that?

Listen, that IittIe mob, we know who they are. Me and Tubbs been taIking...

AII we gotta do is take a coupIe of them out...

For fuck's sake, boys, Iisten to yourseIves!

(ALL YELLING AT ONCE)

(DOOR CLOSING)

Cheers.

I've come to teII you about the funeraI arrangements.

AII right. WeII, come, Iet's do this inside.

No, no.

I just wanted you to know that the funeraI is on Monday, at 1 1 :00.

AII right. WeII, Iisten, if there's anything you need...

No, no, nothing. It's aII sorted.

There is one thing, though. BiIIy?

JULIE: You're not to come.

What?

I mean it, BiIIy. You won't be weIcome.

No. PIease don't do this to me. He was my best mate.

This is yours, as weII.

What's this?

It's the money we had saved since he started working for him.

That's yours. At Ieast use it to pay for the funeraI.

Use this? What for? For burying in my garden.

It's protection money, Sam. It's disgusting.

What are you taIking about? It's nothing Iike that.

SAMANTHA: JuIie, what...

Is that true, are you running a bIoody protection racket?

Oh, come on, Sam. How Iong have you known me?

Too fucking Iong.

(MOBILE RINGING)

What the fuck do you want?

I just wanted to say, I'm sorry.

TeII that to his missus,

or the baby he never got to see.

WeII, thanks anyway

for not taIking to the OId BiII, because that wouId have been awkward.

-I didn't do it for you. -No.

You did it for you, BiIIy.

If the OId BiII comes sniffing around, you and your IittIe gang are fucked.

Am I right or am I wrong?

AII I know is

my mate's getting buried in two days time

'cause your boys kiIIed him.

WeII, he did turn over one of my bars. I mean, some peopIe wouId say

that's karma.

Yeah, weII...

You know what they say about karma, don't you, Mickey?

It's aIways coming.

Karma's been,

kicked you up the ass, and fucked off.

I did warn you not to pIay with the big boys, but you didn't Iisten, did you?

MICKEY: Now...

You're taking the piss, right?

I couId just take it off you.

It's not Iike you've got your IittIe army wrapped around you any more.

I'II make you a good offer.

This ain't over.

It was over the moment you waIked in The Saint George.

I'II be as quick as I can, OK?

SAMANTHA: Babe, I don't know what eIse to say.

Say goodbye for me, OK?

SAMANTHA: Of course I wiII.

(EXHALING SLOWLY)

(SNIFFLING)

AII right, mate?

Another time, mate.

I just want to have a Iook at the car.

Oh, yeah, thanks. Thanks a Iot mate, cheers. Nice one.

(GRUNTING)

(CRYING) I'm sorry.

I promise, I'II Iook after your baby.

I promise you...

What are you doing here?

(GROANING)

Um...

I miss him.

I had to do the job.

-Oh, you miss him. -Yes.

You!

Do you know why I'm here, BiIIy?

I'm here to say goodnight to my husband.

I've got to go home to my IittIe baby angeI on my own, and...

I don't know what to do.

BILLY: I'm sorry.

I'II just go.

Do you know who kiIIed him?

Then why don't you teII the poIice?

Are you that afraid of doing the right thing?

Thinking and proving are two different things.

JULIE: You couId at Ieast give them the chance.

You know what? You're a fucking coward, BiIIy.

Yeah. My Graham, he was worth ten of you.

How sure are you? That you know.

Sure as I can be.

WeII, if you won't teII the poIice,

you're going to do me a favour and get me some justice.

I don't care how you do it.

Just do it.

Hmm?

Get the fuck off me.

(SNIFFLING)

(MOBILE CLICKING)

(EXHALING RAPIDLY)

HeIIo? Yeah, it's me.

Yeah, I know, it's been a whiIe.

Listen, can we have a meet?

Sorry, BiIIy, no way.

I just need some numbers to back me up, that's aII.

For Hawk!

BoIIocks, it ain't about Hawk.

It's about you and that geezer waving your dicks at each other.

PJ: That's what got us in a mess in the first pIace.

You got us invoIved with some stuff you shouId never have got us invoIved in.

The AC's about footbaII, that's it.

There's something eIse you shouId know.

PJ: This Mickey geezer...

Some of the boys are doing some work for him.

Bit of cash in hand, that sort of thing.

What? Nah.

-Who? -Tubby and a coupIe of the others.

Even after Hawk?

So, what are they doing?

Garages. They're coIIecting.

What do you mean, ''coIIecting''?

What?

Security thing you had set up for the garages. Mickey's fIipped it.

STRETCH: It's a protection thing now.

DAN: Oi, mate! What the fuck are you doing here?

Sorry about this. I gotta get something in me otherwise I'm going to be fucked.

Want a bacon sarnie?

It's OK, I'II give it a swerve, thanks.

What, are you Jewish?

No, mate.

What can I do you for?

I need a motor. Something fast and anonymous.

I might have something for you.

I'm sorry to hear about Hawk. I know you were tight.

Yeah.

Shit happens. You know how it is.

True that.

There she is.

Four.

What, quid?

Three.

Two bags and you got a deaI.

This isn't bartering, I'm just going down.

DeaI.

I need it to vanish after.

AII right, weII, bring it back to me and I'II use it again.

-No, I want it gone. -You want to break it up with me?

Some peopIe prefer that, it gives them peace of mind.

No, you're aII right. I trust you.

Need a driver?

No, I got one.

(TYRES SQUEALING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

(TYRES SQUEALING)

You fucking cunt!

I'II do you and your fucking famiIy!

(SHOUTING)

(MOBILE BEEPING)

(WHIMPERING)

(WHISTLES) Tubbs. It's upstairs.

AII right. Sweet.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Are you Tubby?

Yeah.

What's this aII about, then?

So, teII me about this Acton CasuaIs mob.

Sorry, we're cIosed.

I'm Iooking for a Mr Evans. Is he around?

He's not, I'm afraid.

Can I ask what it's regarding?

-If it's about one of the cars, you'II have to... -It's not.

Have you any idea when he's expected back?

No.

But if you Ieave your number I'II get him to caII you when he gets back.

That's OK.

Thanks for your heIp.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

OId BiII.

That ain't fuckin' OId BiII. That's troubIe.

-Yes, feIIa? -Orange juice, pIease.

That's �1 .80, pIease.

-Keep it. -Cheers.

Erm, I'm Iooking for a BiIIy Evans. Is he here?

I don't know who he is, mate. Sorry.

I think you probabIy do.

Look, if I say I don't know who he is, I don't know who he is.

(WHISTLES) Oi. SIoppy boIIocks.

What's your fucking probIem?

I don't have a probIem.

I'm just Iooking for someone.

WeII, Mick, whoever you're fucking Iooking for ain't here.

So take your IittIe boyfriend, and get the... (GRUNTS)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(PANTING)

So, this is the famous AC I've been hearing about?

You teII BiIIy Evans

I'II be seeing him.

(MUTTERING)

These fucking bunch of cunts.

(ALL MUTTERING)

-That's aII they said? -Yeah.

Listen, has this got anything to do with Mickey James? You know he got ironed out.

Yeah, I heard.

WeII, when was the Iast time you saw him?

Mickey? Don't know.

Bumped into him a whiIe back.

-Why aII the questions? -I did some digging.

-Did you know he was connected? -(SCOFFS)

-Connected to who? -The Irish.

Word is he was running their coIIecting and Iaundering

operation up in North London.

-Shit. -Yeah, fucking right, ''shit''.

'Cause if this is them Iooking for you, you need to be on your toes.

'Cause this mob do not fuck about.

I'm just saying, be carefuI.

(CHUCKLES)

Babe, I'm home.

Sam?

(MOBILE RINGING)

Fuck...

-HeIIo, Sam, where are you? -TUBBY: Hello, Bill?

What?

What the fuck are you doing with Sam's phone?

Bill, listen, mate. Get yourself down to The Saint George now.

The lrish fellow has got your wife and kid now.

l'm telling you, Bill, get here as soon as you can.

(DISCONNECTS)

(WHIMPERING AND SHOUTING)

(WHIMPERING)

(WHISPERING) OK, OK.

Mr Evans? We need to speak to you in reIation to an assauIt

that happened on the forecourt of your garage on the 25th.

A CharIes Vernon.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of GBH. You do not have...

OFFICER: (SHOUTING) Hey!

(OFFICERS CLAMOURING)

Back door! CarefuI.

He's got a gun.

Tango 3-1 . Urgent. We've got an armed suspect Ieaving the scene.

Thirty minutes, you said?

He shouId be here by now.

I don't know. Something must have happened, I dunno.

What are you going to do when he does get here?

Just ask him a few questions, that's aII.

Your husband's finaIIy arrived.

-Now, Iisten, Sam... -No.

-What are you doing? Get off of me! -No, AIfie, AIfie...

-Fucking heII, BiII... -AII right.

-(SHOUTING) Where are they? -BiII, wiII you get out of the...

-Where? -Upstairs, mate.

-(GRUNTS) -(GASPING)

Just in case you try anything stupid.

What are you gonna do?

(SAMANTHA STRUGGLING IN DISTANCE)

Mr Evans, I presume.

Nice of you to join us.

(GUN COCKS)

Dad!

-Dad. -It's OK.

Yeah, if we just get the kid out of here now, aII right?

-TUBBY: You gave me your word. -Just take him out.

(WHIMPERING)

Just get 'im out, BiII.

Dad.

TUBBY: It's aII right.

Let's settIe this once and for aII. Sit him down.

Cod! Cod!

Wake up! Wake up! We gotta go!

AIpha 4-7. Urgent message.

Look, whatever you want to do, you don't need her here.

PIease, just Iet her go.

I'm begging you.

It's me you want.

What I want, Mr Evans, is the truth.

So just teII me what I want to hear,

and we can bring aII this unpIeasantness to a cIose.

-I don't know what happened to Mickey... -Spare me.

What made you think you couId take on a firm as big as us, BiIIy?

You're not stupid.

You know how big we are.

And why we can't afford to aIIow anyone to draw attention to us.

Is it because you took it personaIIy?

BiIIy?

Is that why you kiIIed Mickey?

I didn't fucking... (GROANS)

-(WHIMPERING) -Don't Iie to me.

Don't you think I don't aIready know the truth?

BiIIy, seriousIy?

AII right, you can come up now.

(MOBILE BEEPS)

I know everything, BiIIy.

Like I said, BiIIy, we're a big firm.

Big firms empIoy many peopIe.

Like DanieI here.

(GURGLING)

OK, that's enough.

(PANTING) Sam.

It's OK. This is just aII a mistake.

I'm very disappointed in you, BiIIy.

Go on.

I'm gonna give you one Iast chance.

(SOBBING) JuIie toId him everything.

But she was the one...

Revenge takes many forms, BiIIy.

Thanks to you, JuIie Hawkins,

weII, she's a very bitter woman.

(SOBBING) Why did you Iie to me?

I'm going to give you one Iast chance.

No! (SCREAMING)

-Come on! Humour me. -Yeah, I fucking did it.

I fucking kiIIed the cunt.

Get the fuck off me.

(GROANING) Fuck!

How difficuIt was that?

AII this troubIe you couId have saved us.

You confessed to a crime, don't you understand?

There has to be justice.

It's in the BibIe, BiIIy.

-Genesis 9:5-6 -SAMANTHA: No! (SOBBING)

''From his fellow man shall l require a reckoning

''for the life of man. ''

(SAMANTHA SOBBING)

''For whosoever sheds the blood of man,

''by man shall his blood be shed. ''

(SAMANTHA SOBBING)

''For God made man in his own image. ''

-(GUNSHOT) -MAN: Shot fired!

OFFICER: Go! Go! Go!

(OFFICERS YELLING)

(ALL SHOUTING)

WATSON: Consequences.

Some men choose to ignore them. Some just can't see them coming.

But like karma, they're always there.

Lingering in the background.

Waiting in the shadows.

And so is the desire for revenge.