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I dunno. His head's fucked, Mo! I dunno, he's fuckin' twisted.

Well, you wanna hear my twisted take on this tale?

Not really, chap. Well, fucking humor me!

At least whilst I finish my pint.

'Cause there was a bloke standing staring at you.

That much is true.

Yeah, Rook. Check out Bill.

He's been eye-fuckin' us for the past ten minutes.

Yo, bruv! Can we help you with somethin'?

Mate, you deaf?!

I'm fuckin' talkin' to you, mate. What do you want?

Sorry, mate, but... Am I supposed to be scared?

Here, go ahead. Huh?

Makes a change, you fuckin' paying.

It's good. Fuck off.

Look, just fuck off, yeah? Ah!

Fuckin' hell!

Nah, that's bollocks. You know I'd never run from a fight.

Just this once then, eh, Tuney? Oh, fuck off, you wanker!

So you killed Rook? Yeah, that's right, mate.

What the fuck are you gonna do about it?

Well, clearly you're only interested in one thing.

Oi. It's time for you to leave.

I've still got half a pint left, love.

Yeah, my pub, my pints. Get out!

Come here, you fuckin' wanker!

Get the fuck back! Oi, get over there! Move it!

Anyone else make a move on me, I'll kill 'em!

Swear to fucking Christ! Get away from that door!

Where is he?

Where the fuck is he?! Who?!

Lincoln! How is this low-key,

you stupid, noisy...

Come here! Turn around!

Get over there.

You got anyone else up there?!

You remind me of someone.

All right. But you can't be him,

'cause he's on a long stretch, and he was a little melt.

Fuck me.

The prodigal brother returns.

What rock did you crawl out from under?

HMP Belmarsh, like you didn't know.

Who the fuck is this joker? Well, ladies. This is Cain Burgess.

Lincoln's little baby brother.

Are you jokin'? What, this nutter?!

Did a job for us few years ago. Cocked it up.

Went down for five years. Seven years now.

Is that where they redecorated your face?

Fuck me. Looks like someone set fire to your head

and put it out with a shovel. Still, not all bad, eh?

Must have liked all that cock.

All right! Looks like we're havin' a lock-in, Bez!

So do me a favor.

Rustle me up another one of your perfectly-poured pints.

Please. That's better. Only takes a moment to be courteous.

Ya little cunt.

Mind your language, Beryl. Beryl?

Do I look like I was born in the '20s, ya cheeky git?

It's Bez. Yeah, all right. Bez then.

Could be short for Beryl, couldn't it?

I used to blush as a kid. Got called Strawberry,

and then it got trimmed down to Berry. Ended up as Bez.

I don't blush now, darlin'. Yeah, I bet you don't.

Ahh! Get back!

Get back! I fuckin' told you what would happen, didn't I?

Oh, fuck!

All right!

You've done my leg!

Mobile phones! One from each of ya.

Throw them in there, or the person next to you

gets fuckin' kneecapped. Do it! Come on!

Can't fucking hear myself think! Shut up!

Well, to be fair, you have just blown his foot off. It will sting a bit.

That's nice. Nice and quiet.

Hyde, this cunt reckons he killed Rook.

Really? Well, Tune, you chased 'im off.

You recognize him? No. He's full of shit, Hyde.

What do you say to that, Cain? You think I'm full of shit, do you?

Yeah. Yeah?

You're full of shit, apparently.

Your mate Rook had a chunky chess piece inked on his hand, yeah?

Open it. Fuck that.

I said open it! I'll do it.

No! No. He needs to do it.

Open it, you fuckin' pigmy! Go on.

Do it. All right.

That's it.

Jesus fucking Christ! You're fucking mad, mate!

Oh, dear, Cain. Well, I guess that clears up

the whole "How full of shit am I?" debate. What have you done?

So how about we have a nice little breather? Why don't you gents take a seat?

Come on, sit down!

Fucking sit down, mate. You eyeball me, I'll blow your fuckin' head off.

Sit down.

All right, Bez, drinks all 'round.

You can put 'em on Hyde's tab.

He ain't got a tab, love. Hm.

I dunno whether you've been payin' attention or not.

I've got a big fuckin' gun in my hand,

and I'm not afraid to use it.

Hate to piss on your chips, darlin', but this ain't the first time

I've looked into that end of a shooter.

Be reasonable, Bez. Do us all a round of drinks. Please.

Yeah, Bez, will you get us one of them.

Rooster Rojos as well, please?

You'll get what you're fucking given. All right?

Yeah, 'course. Yeah.

Now, I'll have a Rooster Rojo.

So...

...prison turned you into a stone-cold killer, did it?

Nah, prison didn't. You and my brother did.

You wanna know what I think?

Fuckin' sit down! Fuck off!

I'm gonna take pleasure... crackin' your fuckin' skull open.

But you know what? That can wait.

And I got pretty good at waitin'.

Get your phone out.

You're gonna tell 'im to get down here, right now.

You're gonna tell 'im it's about Rook, and then you're gonna hang up.

Yeah, it's me. Need you to come down to the Jockey.

We got a situation. It's about Rook.

Good boy.

Hyde. Please tell me it was you and all the lads

that gave that cunt all his scars. Oh, I'm sorry, mate.

But I wish it was.

Oh, you wanna know how I got these scars, do ya?

Oh, yeah. Enlighten us.

You and my brother may as well have carved

each one of these scars into my flesh.

Where have you been hiding yourself these days, Cain?

We haven't seen you in ages. I thought I better not show my face

around for a bit, you know how I mean?

Need to talk to my brother, though.

Got a great business deal for 'im.

You hear that?

Perhaps you should give the lad a shot. He's on the up-and-up.

Doesn't know the meaning of dishonesty. Couldn't even throw a fight.

The up-and-up? The fuck-up, more like.

All you had to do was lose a fight.

Lost me a packet. Do you know what, Rook?

I don't think I heard what you just called me.

Do you, uh, do you wanna say that again, mate?

You heard. Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.

You lost a packet, you dumped five large.

I dumped 15 large.

What is it you wanted from me?

Is it all right if I have a word with you outside?

You mad? I'm in the middle of a card game.

You got something' you wanna ask me, let's hear it.

All right.

I've got a business proposition for ya.

It's, uh, it's a good deal. Been talkin' it through with Mum,

and she thinks it could be a real winner. Mum?

Yeah. Well, you know I love our mum.

Means more to me than life itself.

But since when has her business acumen

got anything to do with what I fuckin' do?

Well, you remember Sulley from the gym, right?

Yeah, Old Sulley, he's jackin' it in.

So I made him an offer, he's accepted. Right?

It's a good deal, real good deal. Just need the start-up capital.

Which is where you come in, of course, but I've got a business plan

written up and everything. Should be a laugh.

Let's hear it.

Cain, I have a few very simple rules that I live my life by.

And they've served me double well over the years.

One of 'em is never, ever, ever lend money to family.

It's a good plan now, right? I'm tellin' ya,

I could go through it with you right now if you want.

No. Because I'm gonna pass, mate.

You see, little bruv, lending money is what I do.

I know. I mean, what happens if you can't pay me back,

and your business plan goes fucking backside?

We don't wanna come after you and seriously hurt you.

Oh, come off it, mate. Gyms come and go, mate.

What makes yours so fuckin' special? Not your star-studded career.

Please don't tell me that, because you fucked up.

You fucked up. Every one of your fans in this room dumped proper money on you.

I know. Because they trusted you.

Yeah. And now you're coming to me,

and you're askin' me to fund your next gamble.

Why do you talk to me like that? Eh? Condescending.

You're my brother, not my fuckin' dad. I know, but you're comin' to me

and you're askin' for money. What do you expect?

Fuck this. Cain, Cain, Cain.

Come on, sit down. Sit down.

You always fuckin' get excited. You and that temper.

Look, I know what you're tryin' to do.

You're keepin' your nut down

and you're fuckin' keepin' your nose clean. That's a good thing.

It's a really good thing, and I'm proud of ya.

But I'm tellin' you now, if you want me to break

one of my rules and lend you money...

then you're gonna have to do something for me.

I appreciate that, but I'm not lookin' to get into anything like that.

I don't want to do anything illegal.

This is the closest you're ever gonna get

to me lendin' you money.

So take it or leave it.

Well, what's the job? Go and see Hyde.

He'll fill you in everything you need to know.

And trust me, it's a piece of piss.

Not even you could fuck it up.

Can we have a salesman on the floor, please?

We have a customer interested in the Jaguar.

I bet seven grand on you losin' that fight.

I was tryin' to make it look real, wasn't I?

So you knocked him out cold?

In Mexico, you know what happens to people that behave like that?

They string him up under a bridge, cut off their dick, and shove it down their mouths.

Come on, it's a bit harsh, isn't it? Yeah, well, you know,

they're savages. But that's not the point.

It hurt, and I don't just mean the money.

We're friends. Yeah, I know.

Your brother tells me, "Oh, give him another shot."

But... I'm not so sure.

Look, I made a mistake. Right? It's not gonna happen again.

Because my brother is gonna vouch for me.

Rook says you're a fucking liability.

Oh, well, if Rook says so, I'll just fuck off then.

Oh, sit down, princess. Don't shit yourself.

I didn't say we weren't gonna use you.

I'm just lettin' you know your standing in terms of the establishment.

You seen one of these before? Blue plastic bag?

Seen a few, yeah. Oh, man of the world, are we?

At 3:00 this afternoon, Mabel Liddell

is gonna come into this office.

She's gonna take this away with her.

You are gonna follow her home

to London Fields, where she lives.

You're gonna take that bag off of her,

and you're gonna bring it back here.

Simple. What's in the bag?

About, um... about two and half pounds

of none of your fucking business.

If she causes you any trouble,

you can knock her out cold, can't you?

Yeah, right. Yeah. All right then, laughing boy.

Wipe the fucking smile off your face, have a dump, wind your watch,

fuck off across the street, get outta my office, and close the door on your way out.

Well, this is all very interesting, but is it goin' anywhere?

Yeah, it is, actually.

You see, because of you and my brother,

I ended up goin' to prison. Didn't I?

HMP Belmarsh, or as I came to know it,

Horrible Motherfuckin' Piss-hole Belmarsh.

The filthiest, most violent and godforsaken prison in England.

Yeah, that was where that joke of a judge sent me.

I didn't have a criminal record, I never had that mindset.

You know, I couldn't even throw a fuckin' boxing match,

but they threw me in there with those hardened murderers,

rapists, serial offenders.

There's a reason why they call that place the Meatgrinder.

Say excuse me, cunt.

Excuse me, cunt.

Jaw seems to be healing nicely.

Now, they would've given you the normal dentures if you just asked.

Yeah, I did. You should've said please.

Now, if it bothers you that much,

when you get out of prison, just get 'em switched.

It's an easy procedure.

Do you know what? I don't mind 'em.

Make me look scary as fuck.

Hi, Mum.

Take a seat.

What happened, son? Your teeth!

Yeah, I know. Got into a bit of a scuffle.

Why is it always you? It's not always me, Mum.

I'm in prison, aren't I? What do you expect?

This is what I expected.

I'd hoped you'd learn something in here.

Get a bit of a kick up the backside.

I'm gettin' a kick up the backside, all right.

Don't worry about that. Nothing to be proud of.

I'm not proud of it. I'm just...

worried about you, son.