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It's way in my

I mean, it was never gonna be an happy ending.

Jen.

Jen, are you awake?

MIT!

What the fuck is this?

You really eating this shit?

I bet it's shit for the past five years. Yeah, obviously.

I mean, this ain't Paris or nothing, but this is fucking inedible.

Look, if you're hungry, you're hungry.

This is dirty fucking haddock poison and slop.

Fuck that, and fuck the chef's mother too.

Well, you're gonna finish that, huh?

Not even if you cut my sentence by six months.

Thanks.

You've been in there too long, mate.

Yeah, a crime tends to do that sometimes, don't it?

Oi!

Which one of you cunts got overexcited and stuck your fucking cock in my lunch?

Don't want it, don't have it.

You do realise that poisoning someone's a crime?

Look, it's perfectly safe. Just eating it will fuck off.

Yeah? Yeah, when was it used, by the way?

It's the guidelines, mate. You don't have to stick to them religiously, all

right? See, we are talking about habit, which is a pretty fucked up fish at the

best of times. I'd say you need to respect the ship right now.

Get us

a

proper fucking meal.

Night dance is over! Everybody out, now!

Try me.

Make it still.

You stand your ground on this one, son.

The screws will give us what we want. You watch.

You alright?

Yeah. I'm sweet, mate.

You three against the world, then?

Is it?

We want to see the governor.

Official health and safety regulations have been breached.

And we wish to complain.

You really want to bother him?

Over this?

Yeah.

Right, problem steel.

This boy discovered that we're being served fish that's past its use by date.

Mm-hmm.

Now, I know we're in a prison.

Prison's about punishment.

Nowhere does it state that we have to be subjected to out-of-date slop that would

do more damage to you than a knife in the guts.

I was aware the haddock was ten days out of date, but I was sure it'd be okay.

Well...

Clearly it isn't. I think we've found the root of the problem.

Let's serve them something else, something fresh.

Fucking wankers.

They'll fucking eat it.

When the club's got a capacity of seven, eight hundred, I mean, you get a tonne

in at a push, but I don't advise it.

All the human beings in Basildon go elsewhere to drink and dance.

All the cunts come to this joint. So what can I do for you?

You know me, Tone. If some mug walks in here wanting trouble, he can fucking

have it.

Nah. My problem's the door staff.

Posers, a lot of them.

I mean, when it comes to getting their hands dirty, they come up short. Know

what I mean?

I want you to bring in some of your boys.

I mean, I'm a main advance, sir.

Yeah? You supply me with a few moody invoices just to keep things sweet.

What do you say?

I'm in.

You'll be on at least 1,500 a weekend.

Just make sure you give me the meanest, most horrible bastards you've got.

Nothing less is gonna work on this door. I'll see what I can do, Bernard.

So I get a missus hanging tonight?

I couldn't have mothers for the weekend thing, fuck.

Good. I don't know yet, do I?

You'll do soon enough, mate.

Fucking hell.

That is quick.

See what I mean? Don't even need a drink to get it going on that one.

Fucking great idea, mate.

Fucking hell. Not if you come to me. I'll get that whenever you want.

Where you get this from, man? Fucking Columbia? No, it's good, but it ain't

that good. No, I nicked it off a dealer in Loughton.

You fucking stole it?

Yeah.

People know who I am, mate. I fucking smash them up just for fun. Rip their

fucking teeth out with a pair of pliers. What are they going to complain about?

I could fucking use a guy like you.

So... Which one do you want?

Both of them.

You can fuck off now.

You're fucking a bad son. Come on, we'll get amongst it.

Come on, girls.

Hey, little fucking knight.

Look at these little puppies.

How are you doing?

Yeah, Mick.

What the fuck is that?

Oi.

I've got my eye on you, Tate. Roger, you fucking old screw.

What do you mean, you?

Big cunt. He looks like he's just walked off the set of Commander.

What's up, Pet? You all right?

You all right, boys? Yeah?

Pat Tate.

Huck, mate.

It's the man himself, Mr. Mickey Still.

Come here, you. Look at you. Fucking good to see you. Get here.

Good to see you, boy. You all right?

Yeah. I heard they transferred you. Well, you know how it is, mate. You talk

to the right people, grease the right palms, put the right drugs in the right

people's pockets. Hey, presto. Out the A-cap, into the sea. Cush your little

number. Plus your fucking hair.

Good to see you, son.

Lovely to see you.

Jack Worms. Pat Tate.

All right, mate?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And this is Darren Nicholls.

Young man.

He clocked you coming in.

Said you looked like a big cunt from Ronald Schwarzenegger. He did.

No, no, no, no. I don't think so.

Come here. Let's have a look at you.

Look at you. Maybe we should get you in the gym. Bug you up a little bit. Make

you look like a man instead of a little boy, eh?

Anything beats sitting in there, it's all wanking your life away.

Hey, mate, you go blind.

He's all right, isn't he, mate? Yeah, he's good. Good boy.

Oi!

Oi!

What are you fucking doing? Come on.

These were the blokes I was telling you about, Tone. They've got the stuff.

Couple of grams for you, Tone. There's a couple of sweeties to wash your hands

with and all.

Told them I'm right?

Not yet.

Well, he says that we're going... That's up now, son.

You'll learn more.

Right, the rules are simple.

You two, and only you two, get to see how he's in the club.

Bernie here will inform the other door staff of who you are.

He'll make sure they leave you the fuck alone.

If the club gets raided, you get nicked, we ain't never had this conversation.

Yeah, of course, goes without saying, boss. Does it?

See, I've heard a lot of people say that.

And then when they help build danglers of carrot in front of me, they change

their fucking tune.

You ever mention my fucking name, and I will fucking tear you apart, cunt.

I'll make it my mission in life.

Got it? Yeah.

You? Yeah, sweet.

The exclusive rights to the club?

You pay 1,500 quid for the weekend.

All good?

All good.

Right. That just about sums it up, I think.

I'll sign. I'll just take that 120, then I'll be off. I'll see you on Friday.

Am I missing something here?

Money for the game, mate.

You're a funny fucking guy. You're such a funny cunt.

Fuck off, you pair of jokers.

Do you want to fucking ride in my new Porsche or what?

And Mum's feeling generous. Of course she's feeling generous with one or the

other. So she's there buying up half the shop.

Now, you'd think the kids would just be happy with some goggles and some

flippers, but no.

Now, she's gone the whole hog. I'm talking dinghy, snorkel, mask, the lot.

So then she goes, oh, look, there's some playing cards over here.

I think I might buy a pack. So I'm standing there by the till, right?

And Mum, she's flapping about for ages. I goes, Mum, what is taking you so long?

She goes, oh, I just want to find a nice pack of cards with some nice pictures of

Greece on it.

I goes, well, who cares? I mean, what's wrong with that pack?

So she picks them up, right?

And she goes, now, what do I want?

With a deck of cards, with a picture of some greedy cat, with a king-sized

marathon in her gob.

So I go over there, I check the deck, I goes, Mum, that's not a king-sized

marathon.

That's a big black cop.

Put your glasses on, will you?

And then, Mum claps me round the back of the head and tells me I'm a pervert.

Like it's my fucking shot.

Next time you see your mumma, tell her I fucking love her. She's genius.

Well, there it is.

Raquel's. It's cos more rag than all the other fucking doors put together.

It's an incurable den of cunts.

Summer of love is never gonna last, Tony.

What?

Go back to the 60s, right?

Everyone's rebelling, but they're rebelling against the system, not each

other.

1969, everyone's stoned and naked.

Free love.

Eventually, they'll get bored of hugging and rolling about in the fucking mud. We

ain't world champions no more.

People start drinking special brew and kicking shit out of each other on the

terraces.

1980s come along, music's still shit. Now you've got good quality coke coming

over from Miami for the first time. Everyone gets on that.

Of course, you can't sniff all night without the booze. Makes things even

worse.

Streets get so violent, Thatcher has to step in person to put a stop to it.

You know my theory?

What? Margaret Thatcher secretly manufactured and distributed ecstasy to

the masses.

How else are you going to stop the fucking hooligans?

Because now everyone's hugging and loving the night away again.

1988, second summer of love. It was never going to last.

Because people get greedy, make the pills weaker.

People think, fuck it, throw some coke back into the mix, lick a few beers down

with Gregory, go and splash cunt at some poor sod, because I'm so fucking angry.

And why am I so fucking angry?

Because I can't get that loving feeling no more, because the greedy bastard

dealers won't give me the pills to get the job done.

Times change, music changes, drugs change.

Summer 88.

We ain't never gonna get that again, mate.

That's quite a history lesson, Craig.

How come you know so much about fucking drugs, then?

I'm a fucking drug dealer, son.

Don't get too nostalgic, though.

Do you want to take a knee and give him a kiss?

Or do you want to snort a line and do that, cunt? I'm all about the coke,

Tony.

I'm all about that line.

Right fucking there.

Right,

Tom.

Didn't know you were coming down tonight.

What do you know?

Here I am.

Weren't you on holiday or something?

Yeah. I went on holiday.

Now I'm back.

Where's my fucking money, you skinny cunt? It's gonna take a couple of days,

Tony. Right.

You saw

that kicking

in? Yeah. Good buzz.

You're in proper gear, that, mate.

Shit's been going missing out of C-Block for weeks now.

Drugs, porn, you name it.

Fair enough being banged up in a shithole like this, let alone someone

licking your wank material.

Fucking Peter feeds our head.

Do we know who he is?

Apparently some lowlife called Rajeev.

Found some dope, a little bit of speed and some wank mags under his bed. None

of them his.

Sounds like he doesn't understand the rules, innit?

This Rajeev piece of shit needs to understand that the only people you

steal are for the fucking screws.

Obviously about time I taught me a little lesson, didn't you?

Hey,

you cunt! You fucking cunt!

What are you, a fucking grouch as well?

Fucking grouch.

Come and yank this kid out of here.

It's really, really tight, Darren. I need you to get some work as soon as you

can. Little Jenny's costing a bloody fortune now.

Anything you can do, all right?

Odd jobs, gardening, fitting.

Look, I know you had it hard, darling, but I really, really need you ready for

some hard graft now, all right? It won't, though.

I did my time standing on my fucking head. I can do without the language.

Sorry.

I'm just saying all that.

It was a doddle inside.

Got a bit of work lined up.

It's going to be all right.

I promise.

So I'm setting up an operation with Jack. We're going to get those rigid

inflatables. You know, they're state-of-the-art stuff. Can outrun

anything the Coast Guard's got.

And I've got a couple of fishing rods on board. You know, usual story.

Night fishing for bass.

Bass. Fucking bass. Well, everyone on the South Coast is doing it. Don't ask

me why.

I'd rather be home having a shag.

Or bringing in copious amounts of drugs into the country on one of them high

-speed ribs.

While you're down there, screw... Get off, Tate. Go on, you fucking lech.

I own the channel after dark, Pat. Trust me.

If you want to bring product into this country in bulk securely, I'm your man.

And forget the ferries.

They're suicide jockeys.

You'll lose one in every three shipment you bring in by car.

Whereas I guarantee 100% of your shipment gets through.

If you want a lift home, I'll drop you wherever you need to go.

It's no trouble.

No, it's all right.

My boyfriend picked me up after my shift.

But there's the other bag of uncut coke on it.

You've got coke?

I've got it all.

Want to join us later?

Yeah, sounds like fun.

Here.

To get you through the shift.

Wow, thanks.

He's the man himself.

How you doing, son? It's all right, don't worry about me. Here, come meet

this geezer. He's just got out of the nick. He's a funny cunt. You'll fucking

love him.

See you later, Batgirl.

Shallow country slut.

Shallow country slut.

Nice little bit of thing in the pocket. Remember, we'll go back and have the

free one.

Here it is, Craig. Look, I've nicked you one and all, sir.

Oh, it's gorgeous.

I told you, you're getting all of them little beauties.

This is Tony.

Tony!

Hello, mate. Hey, mate. Good to meet you. Yeah. First time we just got out.

Just got out? Yeah.

Just got out?

Just kick it back a little bit. A couple of lines, a couple of pills. I'll dick

myself two little Dorises, you know what I mean?

Maybe a little bit of business later, eh?

And what would that be?

The way Craig's been talking, it looks like me and you are in the same game.

That way, you can try what comes in here.

They sell drugs and I fleece them for 1,500 quid a week, just for turning my

back.

You turn your back on them for a poxy 1,500 quid a week?

I think they're fucking fleecing you, mate.

I ain't following you, big man.

I'm telling you.

They're making at least, what, 10 to 15 grand a week.

They're laughing at you, Tony. They ain't fucking laughing at me, mate.

Anyway, look, I've got a plan, right?

You run the doors round here, don't you?

Raquel's and a few of the others on the manor. Yeah.

Well, I've got a contact.

Brings you an ecstasy in bulk. Good shit. Once a month. Regular as

clockwork. We pay just over the odds.

Serve up the dealers at five pound a pop.

They will serve in Raquel's and your other places.

They got a bite for us.

We maximize on the profits.

Everyone's a winner.

Who's are these?

Fuck are you playing at, eh?

What are you playing at?

What if it was she?

Fucking who are you banging on about now?

Receipts to a brass house.

Knickers in your jacket pocket.

Sold boxer shoes.

I don't need to be fucking CID to work out you're taking me for a fucking

idiot. You're off your fucking head, you are. Off your fucking head.

Just like your mother, Kate, that's what you are. A paranoid cunt. What are you

talking about?

Stop lying to me.

I waited for you.

You never fucking waited for me. Waiting for me? You're no different to a fucking

brass yourself.

The fucking whole street probably fucked you. You bag of shit.

Why?

Why did you tell him?

Why? Yeah.

Do you want to fucking know why, do you?

Eh?

Because you, you know what you are?

You're a fucking three-day-a-week fuck, that's what you are. What am I going to

do the other four days, eh?

Wake me so fucking stupid, I'll do enough of that in the nick.

You lie in that fucking bed with your legs up in the air, staring at the

ceiling on your fucking back, bored as fuck.

That's what you do, you cunt.

Fucking cunt.

Cunt? Yeah.

Cunt.

Yeah. Do you really want to know about cunt, do you?

You know what you are, don't you?

You're a movie and a bit of dinner before you get your fucking cunt out.

Fucking arsehole!

Why don't you learn how to suck cock before you fucking come back here?

He'll be gone by 12.

Listen, Karen.

I really appreciate you coming, but... He's drugged up.

Branding crazy.

I'm scared.

Can you bring Jonathan with you?

I mean, he's a big man. We'll get what's up, won't we?

Of course, I'll bring him.

Let's take him up and get what's coming.

I mean, those boys were becoming the Grim Reapers of Essex.

Thought they were invincible.

Had everyone running scared of them.

She's wound up taking her boy around to her mum's.

Anyway, she's gone back round the house with some bloke called Jonathan to pick

up her stuff.

But not only is she taking her stuff, that prick's wound up taking my stuff as

well. Panasonic died by the TV.

There's even wound up taking the fucking curtain rails.

Fucking liberty.

Yeah, it gets worse, mate. I know, Kate.

And she'll fucking be on my back just to give me the amp.

You reckon?

Yeah. Listen, I ain't blowing smoke up my own arse, but she's way out of her

league, mate. She absolutely rung the bell when she met me.

And she'll fuck him just to get my attention.

OK. So where does that leave us?

Well, since we're all business partners now, I thought you boys might want to

come and help me get my gear back.

And maybe even stamp on a runt.

Oh!

You OK, then, my love?

Oh, thank you. That's really kind of you. There you go. No problem. Thank you

very much. Take care.

Wait, wait!

Quick, hit the button. Is your name Jonathan?

I need to have a fucking word with you.

What have you done with my gear?

Eh? What have you done with my fucking gear?

What? What do you mean, what?

Ain't bad enough you coming round here fucking my wife, but then you take my

gear on top of it. What have you done with it?

Look, listen.

Listen, mate.

I've just come here with my wife to help Kate with her stuff.

You dare say her fucking name? Fuck me, I'd rather be watching telly.

I just got rotina up on a guilt trip from my missus. You come here with your

missus, did you?

You come here with your fucking missus, did you?

Eh? Who'd you come here for? A fucking freesham? No!

Fuck. Fucking hell.

What the fuck are you on, mate? What the fuck am I on?

What am I on, Tom?

Heroin, crack, smack, cocaine, steroids, you name it, I'm fucking on it. So

you're fucking coming in here, you cunt, fucking my wife, while your old woman's

sitting in the corner, watching and wanking herself off? This ain't fucking

funny. I know, it ain't quite.

For fuck's sakes.

Fuck my wife. You can't get anything out of him like this. You'll loosen him up a

bit. Loosen him up then, Tony, before I do something I fucking regret.

All right, Jonathan, from here on, mucker.

Calm down, mate.

Have a line.

I don't do drugs. You fucking do now. You fucking do now. You do now. You want

that back, yeah?

Do it. All right, all right.

All right, all right, all right, all right. Take it.

Take it, take it.

Yeah,

fuck it, I've done it, I've done it.

Let's do another line.

Make one enough.

You either do a line or I'll break your arm.

Go on, son, hit another.

I ain't snorting any more lines.

You want me to slash his face, Tom?

You hear that? I'm fucking winning, all. I've seen him do it.

I'll fucking open you up.

I ain't done anything.

I ain't fucking done anything.

What do you mean you ain't fucking done anything?

You mean coming in here and stabbing my wife up the arse and coming all over her

face? No, I didn't fucking do anything. No, I didn't fucking do anything.

I just fucking come here.

I'm scared to fucking go.

I'm scared.

Shut him up before I fucking kill him.

She's doing a fireman for my fucking wife.

Don't worry about Pat.

Have another line.

I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I

can't. I can't. I can't. I can't.

I can't.

I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I

can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I

can't. I can't. I can't. I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

Quite strippy.

Look at the state of him, look.

All those fucking five minutes in the nickname camp with him, look.

His arse will be the size of a black muntana by the time they finish with

him, come on. It's fucking burning. Burning the camp.

You smell that?

Fucking pork.

Hold his legs, Clay.

Clay, come on, Clay.

Come on, let's fucking get out of here.

What are you doing?

Get the fuck in my wife.

Come on, let's get out of here.

They forced Jonathan.

I heard. Don't talk about it.

It's one thing for that selfish bastard to chuck me out like that.

But Lucas.

Our baby boy.

Can you believe I had a child with that man?

Am I incapable of such things?

Pat used to be one of the good guys. Then he started mixing with the wrong

people, taking too many drugs.

Your people?

Hey, this is just business for me, Kate.

Appreciate you coming to see me, Mick.

I didn't know where else to talk to.

Don't mention it.

Take you back to your mum's if you want.

I suppose so.

Or, um... We could go to a bar.

Get a bottle of wine.

That's exactly what I want.

Mick?

Yeah?

You're still one of the good guys, aren't you?

I'll always be there for you, you know that.

Kiss me.

Kate.

You're very scared.

Tired. I don't want to take advantage.

Kiss me.

See, business can never be good.

Not if Pat's involved.

Shit was bound to happen.

Once again, a girl is fighting for her life after taking an ecstasy pill on her

18th birthday.

She's currently on life support, but the doctors say the outlook is not

encouraging.

You seen the news?

Yeah, no fucking shit, I'm freaking out.

Why the fuck is this a national story?

People overdose every now and then.

It's because she's a cute 18-year-old girl who looks innocent on camera.

Okay. When in reality, she's just another fucking pillet. Go easy, Tony.

Don't ever fucking tell me to go easy, you cunt!

All right, now calm down. And listen, if you listen to other people, apart from

that fucking crackpot tape, we wouldn't be in this mess.

Is he supposed to be fucking helping?

Look, those two dealers were the only ones allowed in the club, so it's odds

on the old Bill are going to flop on us. You're fucking muggy mates. They ain't

my fucking mates, all right?

Problem is, any pillet can screw up the old Bill.

It's virtually inevitable.

Well, they're on their own, then.

What if they grass you up?

I mean, it's not as if they were selling their own gear.

You supply them, Tony. It was your apples they were selling, your drugs.

Jesus Christ.

A lot of people are complaining about those pills you give them.

Too strong, headaches, all sorts of stuff.

Well, why didn't you fucking come to me about this earlier?

I did. You should fuck them.

Fucking hell, Bernie.

Help me out here, mate.

I can't go within 100 miles of those fucking dealers.

You go back to Svensson and Murray.

Give them a message.

If they go down for this, they're on their own.

If they so much as breathe that I'm a tucker, they're going to get fucking

murdered. Mickey's got to fucking pay for this.

It wasn't Mickey's gear, mate. He didn't have any. We went over his head,

remember?

Whose fucking fault is this?

Look, there was nothing wrong with them apples.

I had a load and so did everyone else.

That poor little girl went up drinking 15 litres of water.

Now, all we've got is a press war on our hands. Who are they going to go after?

An innocent little girl or a fucking drug dealer, right? Ain't a problem.

I need to keep a low profile.

I can't have any more fucking black lads over me right now.

I'm going to need to pull out of that fucking deal you got going on with

Mickey. Just give me back my 20 grand and I'll sit this one out, mate. Too

late, mate. The world's already in motion. Fuck.

How much?

The old syndicate, 85 grand.

What?

I've given them all the readies, the old 85 grand.

Christ, Pat, I don't need this fucking aggro right now.

Just fucking call Mickey. Call the fucking thing off.

He sent the boys out there last night.

They're probably picking up the gear as we speak.

Are you fucking mad?

We've got the fucking whole bin all over us, and you're going to drop another

fucking gear on us right now?

I ain't fucking going to prison! I ain't going to fucking prison!

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

Nobody's going to prison, all right?

Everyone keeps their cool, all right?

And we make sure everyone keeps their fucking traps shut.

Nobody's going anywhere.

All right?

I just can't...

Go home, see the wiping kits, put your feet up, I'll take care of it.

All right?

It'll be all right.

Nobody's going to prison.

All right?

What have I ever let you down?

Eh?

Looks like it all went well, then.

Why wouldn't it?

Here.

Go make yourself a fortune.

One day, Mickey boy, one day.

What was it Dale Weiss says?

This time next year... We'll be millionaires, correct.

I'll see you later.

He never did make a million, though, did he?

Well, that's where Del Boy lost out.

Never sold drugs, did he?

Well, I was hoping you could tell me.

I ain't following you back.

Have I ever fucked you, Mickey?

Eh? Have I?

In prison?

In life?

No,

of course not. Of course not.

You know why?

Because I respected you.

Now, why can't you do the same for me?

What the fuck are you on?

Just the usual.

A bit of coke.

What the fuck has that got to do with you serving me up shit gear?

Eh?

Fucking what? No, not fucking what.

Dog shit.

Unsmokable dog shit. You make me look a right cunt in front of my people. Do you

hear me?

Now, hold on. Are you sure?

Am I sure? What are you trying to say? All my partners are wrong?

You'd invite us in for a cup of tea or what?

Tea.

I haven't got any milk.

I'm sorry.

I could drink it without.

Without milk?

What are you, fucking Chinese or something?

Donna's got IBS, hasn't she?

Who served you, eh?

Who served you?

My usual sauce. I've known him since 81.

Don't you fuck me, Mickey.

Don't you fuck me. You hear?

I'm not trying to do you, Pat.

The whole deal with this.

I'll get you your cash back.

I swear.

I ain't in the business of ripping people off. Come on, you know that.

Surely you can see someone's trying to take the piss out of the pair of us.

All right.

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do, Mickey boy.

I'm going to give you one week.

One week to get me my fucking money back.

Because if you don't, these two ugly cunts, they're going to come back here

and rip you another fucking arse off. Do I make myself clear? Do I?

Eh?

You cunt. Cunt!

I'll sort it. Fuck off!

Trust me.

There's reporters everywhere.

This place is fucking dead, Gav.

Yeah, it's not good, mate.

For sure.

That girl died this evening, you know that?

Yeah, I know.

I've had enough of this job.

I quit.

Did you see this?

Yeah. When a job becomes a joke, I don't want it no more, mate.

Tony, I'm very fucking happy, mate.

Fuck Tony.

It's these drugs that caused this whole fiasco.

No quality control.

You keep cutting that shit, this was bound to happen.

Fuck this club.

Fuck them all. Fuck that greedy cunt.

So?

Well, Mick is giving us our money back.

Fuck me, Tony. Surely you should be happy about that.

The old bill of acid, those clowns.

Who?

Svensson and Murray.

Who the fuck's Svensson and Murray?

Fucking dealers in Macau's.

Fuck me, yeah. When was that then?

Yesterday. You should be a fucking game show, just the amount of fucking

questions you ask. All right, all right, silly bollocks. Keep your knickers on.

I'll be round in a minute.

All right, see you in a minute.

Ta-da.

If them cunts grass me up, I'm fucking finished.

Everything I've ever fucking worked for, Pat. Don't be fucking stupid, Tony. No

one's going to grass you up. They'll put up and fucking shut up, all right?

You're in the clear, mate. You're on free. Them cunts are going to take the

rap for us.

Plus, we've got our fucking reddies back.

Mickey's still got to pay for that fucking shit he pulled.

I don't believe he was fucking conned.

Trust me, he made money out of us somehow.

Nobody's left for what we fucking started out with.

Two weeks' work for fuck all.

Well, you think I'm going to let him fucking get away with that? Hey, do you?

Of course I'm going to fucking do him. I just needed him to feel like he was safe

so we could get our readies back, all right?

Well, now the fucking dough's back, you can do the count as far as I'm

concerned, Pat.

Told you.

You leave that piece of shit to me. Of course I'm going to fucking do him.

Anyway, don't you worry about that.

That's a lovely Porsche you've got there, Anthony.

Does it come with a fire effects?

Does it fuck?

A pride and fucking joy.

Great fucking ride.

Pat came round to visit us at month yesterday.

Did he?

Why?

To give me another excuse why I can't pay no child support.

Usual crap.

Stuff in the pipeline, you know.

Usual kind of bullshit.

So when were you going to tell me, Mickey?

Tell you what?

Why Pat isn't paying your child support. It's hardly news, is it?

Hey, just tell me what's on your mind.

Pat said you're leaving.

You're going up north.

Glasgow.

We'll see.

Good.

In fact, he said you'd already started packing.

You're fleeing from some Dutch outfit, some deal that's gone wrong or

something.

Glasgow.

It's got its wires crossed.

I ain't doing nothing in the salt.

Well, you seem pretty convinced to me.

You in trouble?

No.

No, I'm not.

He's just stirring the pot.

Come out a bit.

You're leaving me, Mickey.

Because I'm a big girl.

I can take it.

I swear to you on everything I am.

I'm not leaving.

And I'm certainly not leaving you.

I couldn't.

Because I love you.

What?

Do you?

Why wouldn't I?

Never leave me again.

That's never going to allow that.

You kill me.

And you.

Pat's been making threats against me.

He's just moughing off, isn't he, Mick?

And he wants to kill every cunt, doesn't he, depending on what mood he's in? Shut

the fuck up and let me finish.

Pat wants to take me out.

And my outfit, which means you two.

He says I've been, um... I've been making plans about doing a disappearing

act in Scotland.

Well, what's he on about, then?

Stop being so stupid, Darren.

He wants to take me out of the game.

Now, I've got a pretty thick skin.

He screams and shouts at me.

I can take it.

He orders me back to Holland and then rips me off.

I can take it.

Calls me a cunt.

I can take it.

But the moment he starts saying I'm a dead man, that's the moment I stop

taking it.

That's the moment he becomes a dead man.

He just doesn't know that yet.

What, you wanna kill him?

I mean, what about the repercussions?

What do you think Tucker and Rolf are gonna do when they find out?

That's why they gotta go too.

You ain't serious, are ya?

What part of this don't you understand?

We're dealing with three psychos, yeah?

Who are openly making threats to me, Jack, and you.

I just want to be sure that you'll be there for us.

Well, I mean, what about you?

I'm not prepared to stand there and watch these scum take us out and

take over the business.

They're sick.

And there's no cure for what these animals have.

The kindest thing would be to put them out of their misery.

And believe you me, they've been having the same conversation as us.

The way they're acting, they'll probably kill themselves anyway.

I get the picture.

It's nippy. I ain't gonna argue with that, but what is the hurry?

Gee, what a fucking hurry it is, babe.

These pills have given me a raving fucking heartache.

Want to get home and stick it in my tight ass?

Yes, I fucking do.

You're right, little shit cunt.

I mean that in a good way, though, like a compliment. You know what I mean?

Okay, babe.

There's a corner coming up here, and I'm going to change gears.

You all right? Is that all right?

I'm fucking all right. Yeah? Go on, get my cock out. Yeah? Go on, do it. Oh, you

are nice and hard.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah? Do you like that?

Is that good for you?

Oh, you... You're good.

Yeah?

You alright, babe?

What's the matter with your nose? It's bleeding.

Fuck, it's not, is it? I've only just had this done.

Shit.

They broke it, have you?

How do I fucking know? I'm not actually a fucking nurse.

All right, all right. Keep your fucking hair on. What are you blaming me for?

Well, you were fucking driving.

Fuck this anyway. Bollocks to the car. Fuck it. Let's have a two, eh? Come

here. Do you want some of this? Yeah, yeah, yeah. No?

Busted nose and rusty pipes. Now, it's no good for you, all right?

You are something else. Do you know that?

Oh, come on, Pat.

Shut up. Give me some. No. I need a fucking buzz. My nose is killing me.

I've got a row of me bollocks.

You're just going to leave me like this? All right, all right, all right. I'm

only winding you up, for fuck's sake. There you are.

Silly bollocks. Get that down you. Go on.

Oh, look at those lovely eyes.

Nice?

Feel better now?

Yeah. It's not for free, you know.

What? Well, this cock ain't going to suck itself now, is it?

Hold on a minute.

You've just written off a pulsure.

I think I've broken my fucking nose and now you want me to nosh you off. Are you

having a laugh?

What's the matter with that?

Nothing, I guess.

You're a wrong end.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

Wipe your nose. I don't want you to get blood on my boxes.

Charming. Is that how you speak to your old woman?

Why don't you get your gobby little mouth around my cock before you say

something that upsets me?

Eh?

Who

the

fuck's this?

Tony, it's me, Pat.

It's four in the fucking morning. I know, mate, but it's been a little

accident. What do you mean?

I pranked your Porsche.

Pranked? What the fuck?

How badly?

Pranked it, innit?

No, I don't know. Pranked what, you cunt? I'm not there, am I?

What are we talking about here? A small fucking dent, a big dent, a giant

fucking cunt-sized dent?

Erm... It was pretty bad, actually.

I was, uh... I was with this little shit-cunt and she was, uh, wanking me

off. You're not a fucking shit-cunt! Hey, shut up, for fuck's sake!

Are you giggling? You go, mate. I'm not giggling.

I lent you my pride and fucking joy and you've just fucking wrecked it, you

fucking idiot.

And you're still giggling down the fucking ground in front of me.

Here, Tan, I've got to tell you, your voice now goes out of pitch when you're

angry.

Anyway, look, fuck all that bollocks. I'll buy you a new one when our bit of

business goes down, all right? And I need you to come and get me. I'm just

outside the Little Chief, just off the A127.

Ha, ha, ha.

You're such a fucking comedian, Pat.

You've got my fucking car.

Look, Tony, I know you're angry, mate, but I really need you to come and get

me. I'm freezing my fucking bollocks off here.

Do you want a fucking taxi?

Call Craig, you cunt.

It's that fucking Pat total dark car.

I tell you, he shows us no respect. I don't even know...

I've got to get it in both ears now, do I?

Put a fucking sock in it or I'll put my fucking cock in it.

Charming.

You're in trouble, you, you little shitbag.

Oh, yeah?

What's wrong with that?

Don't look so fucking worried. He's all right. He'll give us a good deal.

All right?

What's up, kid? You going to do us a good deal or what?

Well, this ain't the crumpled-up Ford Escort, Pat. It's a Porsche.

Don't paint a fucking picture, mate.

Just give it to me straight.

You're about ten grand's worth of damage, boys.

You hear that, Pat?

Look, do you want us to start working it or not?

Just fix the fucking thing.

Yeah, all right, but I'm going to need a 10% deposit.

Fuck all that, bollocks.

Look at that motor over there.

Which one?

Blue Range Rover.

I reckon that would be a good work motor for the firm.

What do you reckon?

Yeah. Four-wheel drive?

Well, you're right.

Could come in handy.

Yeah.

Dave, what's the story on the Range Rover, then?

Oh, it just came in. One previous owner. You know, $2,000 on the clock. That's

pretty good. Oh, the bollocks. How much?

I bet it's about 10 grand.

What do you want?

We'll take it now if you're doing finance.

Oh, no. The thing is, Tony, I don't... It's a deal.

Yeah, of course it is, Pat. Of course it is. Lovely. Thank you. Come on, let's

go. That's what it is. And make sure you have this little beauty fixed in 48

hours, because if you don't, we're going to come and find you. I know, I just...

Shut up.

Pat, I just... You need two guns.

Shotguns, to be exact. 12 bore.

So don't waste your time looking for a 20 or even a 16. They need to be 12

bore.

Something that does its job at the first time of asking, you know what I mean?

Yeah.

Have a look around, I'll speak to you later.

There he is.

You all right, chaps? How you doing, son? Nice to see you, mate.

Ralphie. You all right, son? Yeah, good, mate.

Need you to pick something out for us.

Not your usual package.

You'll need to contact the Pats, make a civil exchange.

What is it, a white one?

Couple of machine guns.

Couple of what?

Yours. Oh, all right. Come here, baby.

Mmm, good.

What can I get you? I'll have a rum and coke. Rum and coke. What are you having,

son? Uh, I don't know.

Three rum and cokes, baby. Doubles?

No, singles.

Bye, darling.

Look at her, love.

I love a bird who has no heirs and graces. Got a great bottle and loves a

cop.

Make me an idea.

What are you fucking thinking? You go over like a newborn giraffe, don't you?

Listen, you're winding me up. What do you want to cut the fucking machine guns

for? I just can't fucking get them, will you?

You'll be all right.

Where the fuck the hell is she?

Might have been crazy she didn't even know she could get fucking bit that bad.

Alright, how do you want to do this?

At first I want to get to know you.

What? Why?

So I can make sure you're on a level with my men.

Right.

My name's Craig, I was born in 69.

Lost my virginity when I was 14.

Same year I got nicked for dealing ash, keep my head down.

I've got a daughter and a long-term girlfriend.

What do you want to make a saying of me life? Maybe I'll be a fireman.

Or prime minister.

Fuck knows.

Anyway, that's my life story. I imagine you grew up in a shop or something, but

I ain't really interested.

So can we make this exchange? We can both fuck off on it.

Okay.

Let's do it.

Right, open up the box.

No, man, it's cool.

Right, I'm supposed to take your word for that, am I?

Listen to me, right? That man, you are friends.

Okay, everything is... Listen, I don't know nothing about you, packy cunt. I

just want to know that I've got a couple of machine guns in there and not a pair

of fucking water pistols.

Everything is there, just like I promised you.

Listen, there's something you should know about me, right? Something I left

out in my life story.

If you don't open up that box right fucking now, or you do open it up and

it's just an old exhaust pipe or something, then I'm going to open you

up, yeah? I'll cut you right here and now, and I don't mean a little stab in

the leg either.

I mean, I'll slice your fucking face open and cut your nose off, because I

don't give a fuck, that's what I do.

That's why Pat and Tony sent me, cos I know I'll get them what they want.

And if you knew anything about me, even just a little bit, you wouldn't be

fucking me about right now, not without some heavy-duty backup, mate.

OK.

OK.

Right, so what's in that box?

What box?

Don't fuck me about, Mr Patel. What was you gonna thug me off with just then?

PP guns.

Filled with lead.

For extra weight.

What have we got here?

This is Heckler & Koch.

Two MP5s, three magazines.

No matter what you're intending to do, my friend, carnage is guaranteed.

And this?

This is for you.

Fuck's sake.

It's the user manual.

Spun power line about a huge shipment.

Bolivian and Dutch dealers, a plane landing, secret airstrip, you name it.

Which is bullshit, of course, but he swallowed it hook, line and sinker.

So Pat thinks you're pals again now, does he?

Well, the threats have quieted down.

I've become useful again, so to speak.

You're my fucking welfare as you can.

Come on, let's have a look at this artillery.

Just there?

Yeah.

Yeah. Fuck yeah.

This is some serious fucking hardware.

Yeah, mate.

He fucking came for himself.

All right, is that ready?

Yeah.

Yeah, I don't know, try it.

All right.

Ready? Here we go.

Fucking thing don't work. Look, that rabid cunt said it's over Craven. You've

got to cock it, pal.

What do you mean cock it? Look, ain't you seen the movies?

All right, that's ready now, yeah? Yeah. Sure? Yeah.

Brace yourself, boys.

I'm coming in.

Fucking thing.

Oh, for fuck's sakes.

Whatever happened to the good old-fashioned pump-action shotgun, eh?

Hoxie fucking thing don't work.

Right. You've got to take the safety off.

Well, go on then.

Mr. Arnold Van fucking Seagull. You have a go, clever bollocks.

Oh, fucking hell!

It's that fucking figure.

Really? Here we go.

I'm going to be the only one in the car with them so they won't suspect a thing.

Because I'm only showing them where I'm bringing the drugs in.

They won't have their guard up.

Seems a bit too... Too what?

A bit too easy.

It's not hard to bring a hungry pig to a slot bucket, Darren.

It's a simple plan.

Simple plans are the ones that work.

All right, chaps, this is how it's going to play out.

The plane lands in the middle. By the time it stops, it'll be at the end of

the field, which is where we're going to be hiding out.

Now, the plane's light's going to be lighting up the whole front end, which

means we have to approach the plane from the rear, otherwise we're going to get

spotted a mile off.

Now, whether Mick is involved in this deal or not, if this little firm's

armed, it's going to get messy.

So we make our move as soon as that prick Mick opens that plane door.

Hold that, Mickey, you cunt.

Hold on, is this for real?

Why aren't they firing a couple of shots in the air and then robbing them at

gunpoint?

We're not dealing with bank clerks, Craig.

We're dealing with fucking Bolivian and Dutch drug dealers.

Now, don't take your genius to know that anyone shifting this sort of weight are

fucking killers, mate.

Can't take any chances on this one, Craig.

They've got to go.

Well, you've missed a bag.

Oh, we fucking didn't. It was demolished. Yeah, yeah, if there's

nothing in this geezer in the back, then you've both emptied your clips.

So if he's armed, bang, bang, you're both dead. That leaves me outside with a

knife trying to deal with some fucker with a gun. I don't fancy their mods

most of the time.

All right, silly bollocks. What are you worried about? I've got another clip.

All right, reload.

All right, sweet.

Bang, bang, you're dead.

Hang on, give me a minute. All right, one, two.

Bang, bang, you're dead.

How about I fucking put one in you, you little mug? Bang, bang, you're fucking

dead, you div.

Eh?

Fucking sort him out.

OK, Craig.

What do you suggest, mate?

Their car will stop here.

Why?

Because the gate will be shut.

Jack, you've got to be hiding outside somewhere close. Yeah, I'll get down

behind that lock.

I'll be the first out of their car to open the gate.

Well, how do you know one of them are going to get out first?

Because it's cold and they're lazy.

And I'll have the door open before the car stops.

Jack, you've got to get to me as soon as you can with that shotgun.

I'll have my door open. Put the first one through my door.

Forget the driver.

That'll keep them in their seats and make it easier for us to pick them off.

Like fucking rats.

I hope so.

I fucking hope so.

Switch the guns to semi-auto.

It's the clicker thing at the back. This one here?

Done. Right, now squeeze up a shot.

See? Now you've got 29 more exactly like that.

But it don't make him a single anymore, though, does it?

Yeah, but a single shot's gonna give you a lot more control, Pat.

He's right.

Let's try it out.

Never mind, Mickey boy.

They're all dead.

But there's a bullet in each of their heads.

And you've both got half a clip left. And these aren't keeping a lookout

outside and I've got to worry about you boys.

Right, Mickey.

It's not a four-way split anymore.

It's a three.

Prick.

I mean, Pat, Tony and Craig were cunts.

But at the same time, they were fathers.

Three kids, left with no dad.

See, that's the one thing I couldn't quite get my head around.

Hello? Hello, darling.

Wondering about your daughter?

Is she alright?

Yeah, she's asleep.

We need to talk.

Listen, I just need a little bit of downtime, babe, yeah? Give me a half

hour and we'll have dinner or something.

I'll go cook that now then, shall I? No, I'll do it. What do you want, soup?

If I cook, you're going to get food poisoning, aren't you? Craig, we need to

talk. Maybe I should cook.

Put you in hospital and get a bit of peace and fucking quiet.

Are you taking drugs again?

No, of course I fucking ain't.

Don't lie to me, Craig.

I ain't lying to you. No, no fucking way.

You sure?

What do you mean, am I sure?

Of course I'm sure. I get to hang about with myself 24-7. I'd notice if I was

taking drugs, wouldn't I? Well, I found that in your jeans.

What are you going through my fucking stuff for?

I check your pockets before I put them in the wash.

What do you want me to do, get you to do your own laundry?

I'm holding on to that for Pat, all right?

I don't believe you.

Listen, Pat likes to have a regular supply and sometimes I hold onto it for

him. Do you want me to tell him no next time? You want me to say no to him?

His gaff got raided the other week. He can't have that shit anywhere near his

house. But it's all right in our house.

I don't believe you, Craig. I'm fucking clean, all right? I need you to believe

me, babe, or I can't fucking do it. Check the wraps.

They've been touched, they've been opened? No.

No, why? Because they ain't fucking mine, that's why. Like I was coming home

with three Gs when I was on it.

I don't like you hanging around with them, Craig.

Tony's my fucking employer.

He put this roof over our fucking heads.

You should be thanking him for Christ's sake.

Thanking him for what? For getting you to do stupid things he's not dumb enough

to do himself?

They're using you, Craig. They're mugging you up. Do I need to repeat

myself? Tony put this fucking roof over our fucking heads. What do you fucking

contribute? I look after your daughter 24-7 and you never ever thank me. What

bollocks do you spend most of your fucking time on? Fucking ungrateful

cunts. Because of Tony we're about to get 300 large dogs.

What is wrong with you? What's wrong with you?

I've just told you we're about to get £300,000 and you're going to fuck it up.

What do you have to do for that, babe? It's a fucking foreign property thing.

Oh, bollocks is it? It's drugs.

It's fucking drugs.

Why do you give a fuck, Donna? That amount of money's going to set us up,

babe. It's going to fucking change everything.

And I'll wash my hands of all this bollocks. It's a fucking semi-retirement

plan. Semi-retirement?

Yeah, fucking hell. Oh, come on, I'll be knocking my pipe in all fucking week.

For you, for Alice, I'll fucking get this.

I love you.

Bollocks! I love you, they don't!

Whatever it is they're asking you to do, please don't do it.

And the skiing trip is also for educational purposes too, Dad.

I won't just be going to France to have a good time.

We'll learn in French as well.

You know, it's a bit out of lingo for her anyway. It's not good for anyone.

Tony? Suzanne's mum's letting her go.

Is this true?

Apparently so.

It just won't be jolly up to me.

Lucy's been such a good girl and she's worked really hard at school this time,

haven't you, darling?

Really hard.

She really want to go on a school skiing trip, yeah?

So much.

Give me a kiss then.

Okay, you can go. Yes!

But I want you to be careful.

Don't spit on any French pit while you're out there either. Dad!

Go on, scram. Get ready for school.

You've made someone very happy.

Maybe you can make someone very happy in return.

I'm sure that can be arranged.

Save it for later.

Where are you going?

Skiing trips ain't cheap, you know.

I'm going to go and sell some tsunami out to pay for that shit.

Pat, it's Mickey.

We should be on real soon.

No fucking time, kid.

Look, I need to know if you boys are free to check out that thing we were

talking about this evening. Yeah, yeah, of course.

There's music to my ears, son.

Yeah, Mickey.

You ain't seen my old woman about, have you, anywhere?

Kate?

No, no, mate, I haven't.

All right, son.

All right, look, I'll speak to you later, eh?

Tell her.

Who did you say your name was?

Cindy, babe.

Come here then, Cindy.

Fuck it.

What time's Mickley supposed to be meeting us?

Halfway out, so 6.30.

So when's he saying it's all gonna go down?

Like 72 hours, he said, but he's gonna take us up to the landing point so we

can get our bearings, you know what I mean?

Fucking sweet.

Fuck me, have a look.

It's only snowing outside.

Why, you got money down on a white Christmas?

No, baby.

It's a fucking omen. An omen.

Look here.

White outside.

Within the next few days, we're going to have the whole of Essex covered in 90%

Bolivian.

Carpet bombed.

They're meeting me at the halfway house at 6.30.

I'll join them for a swift half, and then I'll get in the Range Rover with

them.

The moment you see me pull up outside the pub, you need to be on your way.

To buy us some time, I'll be bringing them a rent and buy the scenic route.

Darren, you need to be long gone by the time we arrive.

There's no getting lost or some shit like that.

Don't worry, Nicky.

You'll be with me.

That's a good one.

Where's your drop, Mick?

We've got to wait for this weather to clear on through. You can't fly in the

snow. You should get a good idea of the lay of the land tonight.

Sweet.

Fucking love you, Mickey boy.

I'm going to eat you. Come here.

Come here.

Let me tell you something, all right?

See you.

Forget the fucking past, all right?

Let's look forward to a minted 1996.

Come here.

Here, listen. Come over here.

Get the old fucking gabber to you. Come on.

Here you go. Here, Mickey boy. That's all yours.

Bang that open. That's for you, sir, because you are the man.

Fuck's sake.

Just here.

You gonna fucking stop or what?

Way down the road by the pub.

Don't order a beer, last one we fucking eat is you pissed.

Get a Diet Coke.

I hate Diet Coke.

Well, have a fucking phantom then.

Just stay off the booze.

Have the phone in your hand.

Anyone other than me calls, hang up on them. I don't care if it's your mum,

your dad, the Pope.

Keep that fucking line free. Yeah, I got it.

You ain't bothered about Pat, are you?

Fuck him.

Oh, this kid's the absolute bollocks.

Boys, I tell you, I'm off my fucking trolley here.

Here, have a bang on that, go on.

What's the matter with you?

Fuck's sake.

I don't get you, mate.

You sell it, but you won't fucking take it.

I'm not a dealer, pal, I'm a courier.

Oh, and there's a fucking difference, yeah? Yeah, I'll meet fewer scumbags.

Go on, fuck off.

Fucking wasted on him.

Bit out of the way this, isn't it, Mick?

You want me to land the plane in Basildon?

Hello?

Hello?

Who?

Oh, Kate, all right, babe, hang on. Turn that shit down. Turn it down.

Hello, babe.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm all right. You?

Good.

Look, whatever happens, just know one thing, I'll always love you, alright?

Alright, mate.

Hey, listen, that's Lucas.

That's the boy.

Oh, good.

You tell him Daddy loves him and I'll give him a big kiss when I see him,

right?

Alright, I'll see you both soon, eh?

Yeah.

Alright, big kiss.

Bye, darling. Bye.

Sweetass.

Do you hear that?

He said she misses me.

I think she wants me back. What do you want us to do, Mick?

I couldn't tell you, Pat.

Is this it, mate?

Yeah, you take a turn left.

Now fucking come on.

Fuck me, Mickey boy, this is perfect.

Look here, in the middle of nowhere.

You'd get away with murders out here, couldn't you, eh?

What do you reckon, Todd?

Do you remember when I was on our own, I believe, just the four of us?

Me, you, Kate, Jackie, eh?

Do you remember?

Went down to the beach, didn't we, eh? Yeah, I remember.

Got drunk, went swimming.

We even had a game of cricket, didn't we?

Fantastic day that was. It was imperfect, mate, I've got to tell you.

Fuck, Craig, stop the car.

Fucking stop him, Ford.

I, uh, I don't think this is the right lane.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Don't waste their fucking time.

You fucking listen to me, you little prick.

You fuck this up like you fucked that Dutch deal up, I won't let you walk away

this time.

You hear me?

Fucking iron you out now. Get it sorted.

Um, just drive on, Craig.

You sure, yeah?

Oh, yeah, I'm sure.

For fuck's sakes.

Fuck! Oh!

Mickey Mouse!

Back me two-faced spineless cunt! What have you done? Think I don't hear

things. You loudmouth shit.

What about Kate?

I've got a son, you fucking idiot!

I've got a son!

Kate?

I've been sleeping with your wife, Pat.

Fuck off!

Your boy calls me dad.

You're a murdering, abusive fucking cunt who's been trying to have me killed for

two weeks.

What the fuck do you expect me to fucking do?

You think of this, cunt.

Every time you're fucking her, my spunk is running through her fucking body.

My son calls you dad.

Huh?

Every time you look him in the eyes, you're gonna see me, Mickey.

I can deal with you in hell, you cunts.

Let's shut that can up.

So what did you want to talk to me about then?

Things have expanded somewhat since the last time.

We're bringing in bigger loads.

The gear we're getting is half the price of the Dutch stuff.

Well, where do I fit into all this?

Well, we want to give you the opportunity to make some money.

We want you to invest in the next shipment.

I ain't being funny, mate, but the last time I bought two kilos of puffer for

you, I risked getting banged up. And for what?

After I sold it on, I made a profit of about 250 quid.

Fuck all.

I'm better off staying legit.

Do you know what I mean, mate?

The more you buy, the better rate I give you.

Better rate?

Listen, I ain't a drug dealer, Mick.

I just sold to a few people I know, you know, friends, acquaintances.

But I'll think about it, all right?

Listen, we'd both be a lot happier if you became more involved, Darren.

If you dirtied your hands.

Became a team member, so to speak.

Don't give me a reason to start doubting your integrity, Darren.

You know what we're capable of.

Now let's go for that drink.

I ain't really too thirsty, to be honest with you.

Yes, you fucking are.

Come on.

So he's got a car loaded with cash, down to Spain first, right?

There's no fucking way to get 600 kilos on credit.

Yeah.

Yeah, Russell Tate's crew take the ferry to Boulogne.

Kelly's too hot for him and he knows it.

What's so funny?

No, no, just wondering what Mick and Jack would say if they knew you were

registered police informant. Well, they wouldn't say much.

Like, they'd probably just chop my balls off and shove them down my fucking

throat.

Bury me alive.

I'm serious.

I'm sure you are, Darren. I'm sure you are. Listen, right, those cunts

threatened to kill me.

I just want you to arrest them.

I'll arrest them soon enough. Don't you worry about that.

In the meantime, I need you to get involved.

Let Mickey know... you're on his team.

Head back the way we came here.

What are they stopping you for?

I can't believe it.

Exit your vehicle and leave your hands above your head.

What the fuck did these cunts come for? What, they fucking knew we were coming?

Jesus.

Open the door!

You tell them it's that one, alright? You tell them I'm here getting fucking

nicked! You tell them it's that one!

You don't get it, do you?

I'm a registered police informant.

That's how it says here.

I want to speak to DC Havers, he's the officer... I'm afraid that won't be

possible, son.

You see, DC Havers has his own problems.

He was arrested today.

What are you talking about?

Oh, I wouldn't worry about that for now, Darren.

We want to talk to you about your involvement in the murders of Patrick

Tate, Anthony Tucker and Craig Roff.

Mick Steele's been here before.

He knows the score.

That's why he's staying tight-lipped.

Same thing goes for Worms.

None of them knew they were under surveillance two weeks after the

murders.

But we're not going to get anything out of those two.

Nichols is the weak link.

Is he talking?

He's starting to make noises.

He's scared shitless of the other two.

What's the latest on Nichols?

I can't shut him up. The guy's a hoot. He's got this brilliant story about a

king-sized marathon.

Has he found anything relevant to this case?

He's admitted to being the driver on the night of the shootings, but nothing

else.

Well, that's bullshit.

Maybe. Maybe not. But he's willing to turn Queen's evidence, so it won't

matter. Darren Nichols is about to become a Supercross. Says he was duped.

Thought he was driving Jack Womes to a rendezvous to scope out an area for a

drugs drop.

Says he was totally unaware a triple murder was about to take place.

He's a liar.

Look at him.

Like a rabbit caught between the headlights.

He'd do or say anything to save his own skin.

I don't have to remind you.

There's no physical evidence to convict any of them.

He's willing to testify that Jack Worms and Mick Steele are guilty of the triple

murder. But this Nicholls, he looks to me like a bumbling fucking idiot.

Get an officer to go through his story.

Make sure it's watertight.

And Darren can sit in his cell for the next year and rehearse the fucking

thing.

I'm gonna fucking kill you, Nicholls, you cunt.

Fucking Darren Nicholls, I'm gonna fucking kill you, you cunt.

Got a new name, new identity, whole new life.

And I've tried to move on.

See, I get this reoccurring dream.

Every night the same.

Everyone I've ever wronged.

Everything I've been running away from.

The lot.

They're all there.

Waiting.

And I just know I'm going to meet them again.

Every night they get their revenge.