"Hello, mate." "It's me again." "Listen, mate, can you give me a call back, please?" "Well, I'm just getting a bit worried." "So just give me a call back as soon as you get this message." "All right, mate." "Ta." "It was the end of an era." "But before the murders, the torture, the beatings and the Ecstasy... before all of that, there was football." "You see, football was where the spites and the hatred first came from." "On those terraces... well, it's where it all began for me." "I just turned 16, and I was already a naughty little fucker, working my way up through the ranks." "I was West Ham, and for us, football, fighting and fucking was our way of life." "And if you came down our manor, well, you're gonna get a slap." "And if we went over to you, well, we'd fucking turn you over, 'cause for us it was all about respect." "It was the same all over the place." "But you know what?" "We weren't trying to change the world." "We were just looking for a fucking tear-up." "Ladies and gentlemen..." "Bill Gardner." "He was West Ham's top boy, an inspiration to us all." "There's your Bovril, Bill..." "nice and hot." "Come on then, Gardner!" "I've waited all fucking year for you, you cunt!" "Come o... ah!" "Gonna need another one of those, lad." "Get us a meat pie and all." "Even though I was wrapped around violence," "I always had time for the ladies." "So I waltzed up to this bird and I just put it on her..." ""You all right, darling?" "Where you been all my life?"" "And that was how I met Karen." "Beautiful Karen." "We got married two days after I came out of Tottenham magistrate's court." "I had been up on a threatening behavior charge." "And I'd also gotten in a fight at my stag do the night before so, yeah, I looked a right fucking state." "So I was a married man, but football was my mistress, and I played away every weekend." "First round of the Cup when we played Fulham and believe it or not, it kicks off, and like fucking clockwork the Old Bill comes steaming in." "But behave yourself and what are you going to do, eh?" "It's fucking war on the streets." "We were all over the papers the next day, and they were going on about how we were the biggest menace since the IRA." "But I mean what the fuck did we care?" "We was just having a laugh." "Oh, Carlton, she is beautiful." "Yeah, of course she is..." "just like me." "Do you hear that?" "Just like your dad." "I'll fucking kill you!" "I'll fucking do you in!" "There's gonna be a Borstal breakout" "There's gonna be a Borstal breakout" "There's gonna be a Borstal breakout" "We started calling ourselves the ICF, the InterCity Firm." "and that's because we took the InterCity trains to all the away matches rather than jumping on the old football specials." "And we dressed up smart, looked a little bit respectable." "You see, that way the Old Blue don't spot you." "Man U-fucking-nited and the bloody coach breaks down." "And to be fair to the driver, he did try and offer up an explanation, but Paul wasn't having none of it." "We just about get there in time for the second half, and then we go down 4-0 without fucking fighting." " Screw you." " Speak English, you cunts." "Fuck off back to your campsite, you little cunts." "You saucy Northern cunts!" "Let's fucking do the bastards." "Hey, come back here, you little punk!" "I'll fucking kill you!" "Right!" "And there we go." "Fuck me!" "Just fallen for the oldest trick in the book." "Light it." "Come on!" "Come on!" "ICF!" "ICF!" "ICF!" "ICF!" "All right, darling?" "You look a state, Carlton." "Red Army?" "Don't make me laugh." "Scruffy Manc cunts." "You had a good time then?" "Yeah, we kicked their fucking heads in." "It was classic." "But I was a mug." "Here I was with a girl who really loved me, and you know the last time I said the words "I love you"" "was to Eddie after five pints down at a boozer in Canning Town." "And then suddenly I get this job offer out of the blue." "Turns out that Smalls nightclub is looking for a new doorman." "They've been having all kinds of trouble from some local firm  and they wanted someone with a bit of weight to keep the peace." "What I'm trying to create here is what they call an environment." "Now you could usher the nice-looking birds to the front of the queue." "That's always a good start." "If you get the nice-looking birds, then the geezers wanna spend their money." "You following me, Carlton?" "Yeah, yeah." "So, what we talking about, say 40 nicker a night?" "Is that good with you?" "Yeah, people tried it on, but everybody got what they came for." "If you turned up looking for a drink and a couple of birds, that's what you got." "But if you came in for anything else, well, you'd end up with my fist in your face." "And if you came back with your little army wrapped around you, well, I'd just have to get my metal bar out." "And if I caught you noncing in the toilet, well," "I won't think twice about stabbing you up the ass with a knife." "You see, when someone's out to make a name for themselves, you have to rip 'em so hard that they never want to get up again." "Now this may seem a little bit harsh, but in my world kindness is mistaken for weakness." "I want to talk to you." "I think there's a couple of doormen on the take." "I'm losing over 200 quid a week and the only person who I know ain't on the fiddle is you." "So what are you saying?" "Take control of the door." "Get rid of this lot and bring in whoever you think is good for the job." "More money... more responsibility." "What do you say?" "So I fucked off the regular boys and brought in a couple of my football mates." "They knew how to look after themselves and it was nice dough for them." "And now that no money was going missing, we could do whatever we liked." "I want you to know that I care" "I'm so happy with you, that found me" "That I'm sad that you're not there..." " There you go, sweetheart." " Ta, babe." "You know what?" "I'd better get going." "Well, how about..." "I jump into the back of your motor and suck your big cock?" "Well, what could I do?" "She put it on me, and I didn't want to hurt the girl's feelings." "Sweet sweet kissing, I want you to hold me tight" "And have you come whenever I call you" "And let me walk you home at night." "What's all that about, huh?" " Where you going?" " Where have you been?" "Well, I've been at work, ain't I?" "I called the club." "They said you left two hours ago." " Yeah, well, the car's playing up." " Again?" " Yeah." " Jesus Christ." "Carlton, make an effort." "What you on about, eh?" "Hey, I'm talking to you." "You know, make an effort." "Am I not worth it?" "You can't even spend five minutes trying to hide it from me, can you?" "Hide what?" "Well, the smell of her perfume might be a good start, or the used condoms that I practically find daily at the bottom of our car." "I have to take them out before I take Carly to nursery." "That's dirty, Carlton." "What are you bringing that up for, eh?" "I mean, why do you have to start as soon as I get through the fucking door?" " We're over, Carlton." " What?" "I want a divorce." "You can't, can you?" "You know what?" "No." "You can either help me pack that car... or you can just fuck off back to one of your dolly birds." "And so it went on." "Match day." "Arsenal away." "My lot had gone up in front and for some reason I'm stuck with a load of stragglers." "Now these cunts had been out on the piss the night before and they weren't exactly up for an early start." "Fucking hell, it's Millwall!" "Get up!" "The fucking treatment!" "Get up!" "Get up!" "Get up!" "Get up!" "We've got to do these cunts!" "Get up!" "Come on then, you fucking wankers!" "Get up!" "Come on, move!" "Move!" "Life's all about moving forward." "You learn what you can and you crack on." "I've been running the terraces for over a decade." "Maybe this is my time to bail out gracefully." "The Old Bill were coming down hard anyway." "They had surveillance and undercover units." "It was getting fucking stupid... there was more Old Bill at the game than there were supporters." "And they weren't slapping you on the wrist anymore." "They were handing out heavy jail sentences." "Yeah, I reckon I got out just in time." "I've been hearing good things about you, Carlton." "I got told this joint used to be a shithole." " Yeah, it did," " Well, look at it now, right?" "Things seem to be ticking along nicely." "Why don't you come and clean up my joint?" "Yeah?" "What's it like?" "It's a den of cunts." "I'm hoping you can change all that." "I want the '80s crowd..." "suits, briefcases, nice-looking birds." "I'll be giving you carte blanche, son." "But the only problem was I didn't have enough reliable cool-headed mates from football to look after another door." "I needed fresh blood, and I knew exactly where to get ahold of it..." "Talbot's gym." "This ain't no place for showboaters." "This is where the meanest, hardest lumps in East London come to workout." "The reason I'm down here is I'm starting up a door firm and I need some lumps." "If you want, I can sort you out five nights a week." "Yeah." "I'll have some of that, yeah." "You fucking want some?" "!" "Get my money by next week." "Oh, yeah." "Get in there!" "Watch it." "You make me look like a cunt in front of the management!" " Oh, fuck you!" " Every time I get you a gig, you're always fucking pissed!" "You're a total cunt!" "No, you're the cunt!" "I'm gonna bring the lads back in and sort you out!" "You're fucking dead!" "Get the fucking lot of them, you wanker!" "You want a proper job?" "Hello, girls." "How are you doing?" "Fuck off." "You know, someone once told me you're only as good as the people around you." "And you didn't get to work on my door unless you could seriously handle yourself." " Put me down, you wankers!" " Watch him!" "Hey!" "What are you doing?" "!" "But I soon found out running doors weren't the only way to make money." "There's more than one use for hired muscle... guarding packages, minding drug deals." "Me and the lads got paid to make sure things went down as they should." "People don't mind laying out 10% for peace of mind." "It became bread and butter work for my firm, but there was more to do than just babysitting." "People started coming to me for all sorts." "Yo, you want to start off here?" "Oi!" "Fuck!" "Well, done, eh?" "Now the rave phenomenon will have to go down in history as being as important as the birth of rock 'n' roll, punk or metal." "It all started with the acid house music in the late '80s." "These kids started putting on massive parties all over the place... in factories, warehouses, whatever they could get ahold of." "And if you was a farmer back then, you'd wake up to find a fucking spaceship's just landed in your field." "What's all about here then?" "There's Millwall, Tottenham all over this place." "I keep waiting for it to kick off." "It's all the Ecstasy, Carl." "This lot will be doing nothing but loving each other all night long." "Have you checked with John and Terry?" "How's the door getting on?" "They're all paying £20 to get in..." "with no bother." "I tell you... it's a fucking license to print money, isn't it?" "You want to be a little more subtle about that, don't you?" "Yeah, but love ain't subtle, mate." "Yeah, well, neither am I, so you either put it out or I put you out." " Do you understand?" " You should have one." "You look like you need it." "Don't worry, it's on me." "You're some sort of cunt, ain't you?" " I don't do drugs." " It's not a drug, mate." "This is love." "Don't tell me you don't do love." "Yeah, yeah, yeah, love, love, love, and all that fucking bollocks." "All right, you mad cunt." "Go on, give me one." "But put the rest away!" "You understand what I'm saying to you?" "Fuck it." "Why not?" "Everything all right, Carl?" "I've only gone and taken one of those pills, ain't I?" "Yeah, it was either that or give the kid a slap." "But I'm in a good mood, so I thought I'd let him off." "So what's it like?" "Oh, it's rubbish, mate." "It must be a dud." "I can't feel nothing." "You know, I still can't feel nothing." "Really?" "Yeah, it's rubbish." "We go way back, don't we, Eddie?" "Yeah, mate." "I'll tell you what, mate:" "You're a fucking brother to me you are." "Yeah, cheers, mate." "I fucking love you, Eddie." "Fucking love you." "Oh, mate, I'm buzzing off my fucking nut here." "I've got to go and dance." "It was incredible... the first time I'd ever touched drugs and got as close to God as chemically possible." "The biggest crowd I'd managed before this was 300 strong and 15 lumps just about managed to stop them from killing each other." "But everybody in here was in love." "I mean the drugs were breaking down social barriers." "Peace by Ecstasy... even old Thatcher couldn't have dreamt that up." "Boy, if my needs cause a storm" "And your eyes say, "Take me home"" "You and I could spend a night of romance, really alive" "But when the morning comes" "Will I still want you?" "Ooh, will I still want you?" "Will I still want you?" "Ooh, will I still want you?" "Uh-huh, you can dance into my heart" "But I know that's not the part" "That you want to steal away" "So when the morning comes" "There'll be nothing left to say" "Baby, let me love you for tonight" "I've got to have your love" "I really need it now" "Baby, let me love you for tonight" "I know you want my love" "My love will treat you right" "You know I want you, boy" "We all need to love today" "But the heart will surely pay" "'Cause the moment that our loving keeps from reaching the stars" "Just say goodbye to me" "And then nothing will remain." "This stuff really was going to change the world." "I wanted to feel like that forever." "We all did." "Oh, dear." "A pint of your finest champagne, please, squire." "Look at this flash cunt giving it the old Roger Moore." "He feels he's right special, doesn't he?" "He's definitely got a fucking problem." "Who, him?" "Looks like the fucking Honey Monster." "I know you, don't I?" " Do you?" " Yeah." " You're Carlton Leach." " What's your name then?" "I'm Tony Tucker." "We grew up near each other." "You and your lot used to play football with my mate's brother." "No, I don't remember that." "I've seen you about." "You work out down at the gym, don't you?" "So how long you been going down to Talbot's for?" "Don't know." "A couple of years." "You follow any kind of program?" "Nah, I just lift when I feel like it." "You should have some direction, mate." "You want to lump up, then you've got to know a thing or two." "Take me..." "I'm not going full-on right now, but I look after myself." "I take the right supplements and I sell them too... the legal kind and the naughty stuff." "What is this, some sort of sales pitch?" "Give over, I wouldn't charge you fuck-all." "I'm just telling you what I do." "I mean, I've heard of you." "I know what you get up to." "I'm into the same game." "I feel it's always worth having something on the side, you know?" "Oh, yeah, I can see that." " You want to join us?" " Yeah, why not?" "You'll fucking love 'em." "They're as thick as shit and fucking gagging for it." "You start off on creatine, you increase protein and you work out hard." "But it don't last that long, 'cause you look at the other lads in the gym and you think," ""Hang on a fucking minute." "What's his secret?"" "Anabolic steroids." "They help the body produce more protein, which in turn increases muscle mass, which means you can work out longer and harder." "I started off injecting Anavar... fairly mild as steroids go." "Nothing could last forever and club land was no different." "With the kind of money that was floating about, it was only a matter of time before the dealers started turning each other over." "Why go through all the effort and risk of importing the drugs yourself, when you can just go and rob some cunt who has?" " There he is!" " Let's fucking do him!" "Drive!" "Now the dealers can hardly go to Old Bill, so they go to the next best thing... muscle for hire." "We started doing punishment as well as protection." "I mean, why not?" "This is good." "You ever used one of these?" "It's a bone saw." "Listen." "I'm gonna go and make a cup of tea... and you can think about what you've done." "Cycling, stacking... six weeks on, six weeks off," "Work hard, lift big." "Pure muscle... fucking packing it on." "You know, someone once told me, the thing about being ripped off is, you have to be prepared to spend double what was stolen on catching and making an example of the thief." "Please." "Please." "I've got kids." "I've got a wife." "I wouldn't worry about that for now." "I mean, you're not exactly much of a catch, are you?" "She'll get over it." "Yeah, she'll probably be sucking fresh cock by next week." "Trust me, I know the sort." "Please help me." "Please help me." "And that's what happened to the lucky ones." "All right?" "Mmm." "Are you forgetting something?" "What?" "Tonight... a special dinner?" "Our anniversary?" "Listen, darling, I'm tired, all right?" "It's been a hard day." "I just wanna have something to eat and go have a lay down, all right?" "Can you get up?" "I need something to eat." "Go on." "For fuck's sake, Carlton, it's our anniversary tonight." "Am I talking to myself?" "What did I just say to you?" "Get my dinner." "Now." "Move it." " What's that?" " What's what?" "What is that?" "It's seared chicken with Jersey Royals." "I cooked it right from the book." "Well, thanks for telling me, 'cause I can't fucking see it." "Take it away." "All right?" "Just take it away." "Go on, get it out of my sight." "Listen, you lazy cunt, just..." "Fuck you!" "You want to fucking hit me?" "Hey!" "You want to fucking hit me?" "You want to hit me, do you?" "I fucking hate you, you bastard!" " You had to fucking start!" " Get out!" "Eh?" "See what you done?" "How could you do this to me?" " How could you do this to me?" " Fucking stop!" "Who the fuck do you think you are?" "I put my fucking life on the line for you every night and you can't even cook me a fucking meal, you lazy cunt!" "Is that cunt banging?" "Is that fucking cunt banging again?" " You old fucker!" " Piss off!" "Just get out!" "Shut up, you horrible cunt!" "Shut up!" "Shut up!" "Just shut up!" " Shut up." "Shut up." " You fucking useless cow." "Fuck off." "You think you know me, eh?" "Go on, hurt me." "Go on, bruise me." " Yeah, yeah?" " Go on, make a mark." "Well, how about I bite your fucking nose off?" "You want me to tear that fucking nose off of yours?" "Eh?" "Is that what you want?" "Don't you fucking dare!" "Like this, do you?" "Do you like this?" "Go on, Carlton." "Go on, fuck me." "Go on." "Go on, fuck me then." "Fuck me properly, go on." "Come on, fuck me hard like you used to." "Yeah, go on." "Be a man for once in your life." " Fucking..." " Go on." "Go on." "Come on." "You disgust me." "The steroids left my whole body shaking, crying out for food." "I couldn't think straight." "They don't just make your muscles big, they fuck your head up..." "roid rage." "I left the Anavar behind and moved on to the heavier stuff." "I was injecting myself with testosterone, sustanon..." "anything I could lay me hands on." "Baby, please come back." "I took to carrying jars of baby food everywhere I went." "My body was clucking for nutrients, and I'd guzzle down six jars at a time." "How long have you been flogging your company for?" "I ain't flogging it." "It's doing all right." "You're turning over some good money." "You don't even have an accountant." "Are you fucking listening to me, Carlton?" " Yeah." " You sit there eating baby food," "I'm trying to fucking give you some advice about your business." "All right." "I like it." "It's all right." "I know you fucking like it." "I'm trying to help you out here..." " All right, mate." " You stupid cunt." "What you've got to do is, you've got to play the fucking game, mate." "You run a company for a year, 18 months at the most, then you liquidate it, swap the directors around." "Keep your money moving and those cunts won't know where to find it." "Yeah, but I'm not good with all that paperwork bollocks." "You've only got to fucking ask, mate." "Tony ran security at some of the top nightclubs in Essex." "I had some of the toughest doors in London." "Joining forces seemed like a good idea." "It's been confirmed that US forces are being sent to the area." "The UN Security Council passed Resolution 660, condemning the invasion and demanding a withdrawal." " Hello." " Carlton, it's Terry." "I need to see you." "It's urgent." "Have you ever heard of the Baran brothers?" "Turkish scag dealers." "Yeah, go on." "Well, Eddie was doing a bit of minding work for 'em... you know, babysitting the odd shipment and that... and we was helping him." "Heroin." "Mug's game." "I told everybody in my firm to stay well clear." "And?" "Come on, spit it out, you cunt." "Who's involved?" "Andy Riot, Jason, Eddie and me." "Well, it was Eddie that sorted it out." "He said we'd do a bit of work for the Turks and get paid handsome," " but..." " But?" "Some heroin went missing." "How much?" "They're saying £10 million." "But they think Eddie's took it." "They've been making threats against me family." "They've been saying my kids are gonna get it." "Well, did you do it?" " What?" " What do you mean, "What?"" "I'm asking you a question." "Did you have the gear away?" "I can't believe you asked me that." "Of course I didn't." " Are you sure?" " I swear on the life of my wife," "I swear on the life of my babies," "I ain't got nothing to do with this, nothing." "All right." "All right, I believe you." "I know, but no one else does." "Everyone's against me." "I ain't stupid, you know." "If I had £10 million worth of smack, I'd be on my toes." "They ain't letting this go, Carl." "All right." "I'll see what I can do." "These Turks were a heavy outfit." "I'd vouched for Eddie and the boys, but now it was up to them." "I had to agree to an interrogation on their turf." "I wasn't about to start a war if I could help it, but I had a little insurance, just in case." "Barak." "You're late." "Sit down." "Sit down." "Down." "Down." "Look, we don't need to tie 'em up." "This is supposed to be a fucking interrogation." "Their hands will be tied." "Search the exit." "Look, is that really fucking necessary?" "We have already discussed this." "Only the guilty will fear to take it." "Truth serum... another condition they insisted on." "I guess they weren't going to take my boys on their word." " Carlton?" "Carlton!" " Jason, shut up." "Show some respect." "All right, let's get on with this." "Do any of you guys know where this gentleman's missing heroin is?" "No." "No." "I haven't got a clue." "Look, I swear on my kid's life..." "Terry, just answer the fucking question." "Nuh-uh." "No." " Eddie?" " I know nothing about it." "What are these questions?" "We know you took it, so tell us where it is!" "Yeah, all right." "Hold on, hold on." "All right, I'll put it another way." "Do any of you know where the gear was before the robbery?" " No." " No." "No." "Eddie?" "I knew it was there." "How did you know the heroin was there before it was stolen?" "You heard him, Eddie." "How did you know it was there?" "I just heard about it." "These boys weren't exactly discreet." "Who told him?" "I want a name." "I don't know who exactly." "I just heard it." "Everyone spoke about it." "There was no way I could've worked there and not known." "I know where all of you live!" "I know where some of you have chosen to hide your families!" "I will bring them here and before I have them killed," "I will pay a crackhead nigger to rape each and every one of them." "Maybe I'll give him some Spanish fly so he won't have a problem shooting them full of his filthy AIDS in front of a crowd." "Listen here, sunshine!" "Just keep their families out of this!" "Control yourself, Carlton." "We know where your little girls are." "Your family matters to you, yes?" "Not to us." "To us they're just flesh." "Are you finished?" "I'm finished when I bend you over and fuck you in the ass." "That's when I'm fucking finished." "Look, he's choking for fuck's sake!" "You're fucking poisoning him!" "What you want me to do, eh?" "Stand here and watch my mate fucking die?" "Is that what you fucking want?" "Lay him on his side." "Where's the fucking heroin?" "Where's the fucking heroin?" "Tell me!" "Don't touch me, you cunt." "My boss is satisfied." "We leave them to you." "Now get this scum out of my warehouse." "Well, I knew they weren't satisfied." "I told the lads to make themselves scarce and I got Eddie and his family to move in with me just until things settled down." " Hello, mate." "All right?" " Yeah, I'm all right." "Hello." "All right?" "Got your family of young kids." "Yeah, take them straight through." "Hello, darling." "You all right?" "Come in." "Yeah, Mom's gonna get you a drink." "You never said nothing about the kids." "Yeah, well, they're here now, aren't they?" " You gonna tell me what's going on?" " No." " Where am I gonna put 'em?" " Look, I don't need you fucking moaning." "All I need is a gun." "What you want?" "Some bloke told me to give this to you." " Who?" " A bubble just down there." "Bubble?" "Go on now." "Fuck off." "We're leaving." "You just look after Suzy and the kids," " make sure nothing happens to them, all right?" " Yeah, all right." "Give me a bell tomorrow, let me know what's happening." " All right." " Yeah, it's clear." "Go on." "Go." "Three days went by, and still Eddie hadn't called." "I was starting to get worried." "Listen, John, I need you to stay here, all right?" "Just keep an eye on the house, will you?" "Make sure Denny's all right." "Yeah." "Oh, my God!" "No!" " Yeah?" " Carlton, it's Rick here." "John told me to give you a call." "He said you're looking for the Turkish fellows." " Yeah, that's right." " Well, I'm down at The Den, and one of 'em is right here drinking raki with his mates." "Right, you just keep them there." "I'm gonna come over and put that cunt to sleep." "Listen, if I was you, I'd get those punters out of there, 'cause the moment those Turks walk out that door," "I'm gonna go fucking Schwarzenegger on the cunt." " Do you hear me?" " All right, mate." " Speak." " Carlton, it's John." "Whatever you're planning, just stop now." "We found 'em." "Found who?" "They didn't bother with truth serum the second time around." "No, this was torture, Turkish style." "They cut 'em, beat 'em, jammed cattle prods in their balls," "The cunts stuck butcher's knives straight through Eddie's leg." "Three days... they didn't figure it out." "If we'd have known anything about the heroin, we would've fucking told them." "Oh, fuck." "Where are the others?" "You're gonna be all right?" " Yeah." " You sure?" "Okay, darling." "Big brave, yeah?" "Get away from me!" "Honey, don't be afraid." "Stop!" "Get away!" "Get away from me!" "It's over." "It's over." "But it weren't over, not for Eddie." "Those Turks had killed him in that warehouse." "They may have left him breathing, but he died there all the same." "One of my boys was dead, and those Turks were about to find out what it felt like to be on the wrong end of a kebab knife." " Who is it?" " It's Tony." "Can I have a word with you?" "Having another crack at the Falklands, are you?" "I think it's best you don't know about this one." "It's best I don't know about it?" "Everybody fucking knows about it, Carlton." "Word is those Turks cut some of your boys up." "Yeah, that's right." "So now what?" "You're gonna pop them?" "They want a war, I'll give them a fucking war." "Really, you think that's what they want?" "I think it's what you want." "Take a little risk assessment, why don't you?" "You're thinking of taking on the Turkish mafia." "Have you completely lost your fucking mind?" "No, I ain't lost my fucking mind." "I've lost a mate, a very good mate, to a load of fucking Turks, all right?" "And I ain't gonna just stand here and do fuck-all about it, all right?" "This ain't about you." "This ain't about your pride." "This is about your family." "And trust me, they will fucking kill 'em." "Not if I kill 'em first, which is exactly what I plan to do if you get out of my fucking way." "So what, you put a few of them down and that's it?" "They will not stop until they fucking destroy you." "Not before they kill Karen, Denny, your babies, anyone you've ever fucking loved!" " Shut up, you sick fuck!" " Fucking cunt!" "Get your fucking hands off me, you cunt!" " Calm yourself down!" " Fuck off!" " Calm yourself down!" " Fuck off!" "You really going to throw all this away 'cause that fucking idiot didn't take your advice?" "All right, just get your hands off me, Tony." " Are you going to calm down?" " All right, I'm calm." "Yeah, you sound fucking calm!" "Tony, get your hands off me." "I could've saved him." "He was dead the moment the gear went missing." "Swallow your pride, Carlton." "It's a painful pill to take and I know it hurts, but you've just got to walk away, mate." "Sometimes you've got to listen to your mates." "I took his advice and I backed down." "An all-out war with the Turks would've been a drawn-out bloody affair." "An all-out war with the Turks would've been a drawn-out bloody affair." "Andy, Terry and Jason were broken men and they left the firm soon after." "We never did find out who took the heroin, and I guess there's some cunt still out there praying that we never do." "So, who else is going?" "Just having a drink with one of Tony's mates." "He's just got out." "What's his name?" "Pat Tate." "You don't know him." "Is Emma going?" "No, she's staying at home like a good little girl." "What, is it full of tarts then?" "Darling, you know I've only got eyes for you." "Fucking glad you made it, mate." "Didn't think you was coming." "Well, I had to service the old woman." "I had to give her an oil change." "What you want me to say?" "You don't have to say nothing, Carlton." "I just hope she didn't wear you out, mate, 'cause this place is wall-to-wall fanny." "Yeah, I can see that." " Hey, Tony boy!" " Hey!" "Carlton, this here is Jim Gerenuk." " How you doing, mate?" " We call him Jimmy G." "Hey, it's a fucking great party, Tony." " You're enjoying it?" " Yeah, I'm doing all right." " See you." " See you, man." "Nice to meet you." " Fucking Welsh cunt." " Yeah." "First thing first, mate." "Get this up your hooter." "Yeah." " Oi!" "Oi!" " Oi, Tony!" "This is Carlton." "He's like my fucking brother." "Carl, this is Pat." " Hello, mate." "You all right?" " Yeah, nice to meet you." "Don't mind us, we're just having a little reunion." "I was in the nick with these two..." "Darren, Mickey." " Carlton." " You all right?" "Hello, pal." "Everybody knew who Pat Tate was." "He was a legend in the Essex underworld." "After a "quiet meal" down the Happy Eater in Basildon..." "Pass the salt." "Now cradle my balls." " You mean like that?" " Yeah, but slow down a little." "Don't fucking rush it." "Oi." "What's that?" " It's the bill, sir." " Yeah, I can see it's the fucking bill, but I didn't ask for it, did I?" "I just assumed that since you hadn't ordered anything for the last 20 minutes, that you didn't want anything else." "Who are you to assume you know anything about me?" "Take it away." "What are you fucking looking at, nose ointment?" " What's this they've charged us for?" " Show us." " What's that?" " It's the service charge." "That's very comical, son." "I thought only proper restaurants charged that." "You had the sit-down menus..." "Oh, right." "So if I stood up and ate," " you'd have charged me less." " Well, it's policy." "Listen to me, you fucking lowlife jobsworth cunt." "For the last 20 minutes she's had her hand wrapped around my cock, and every time I get into a rhythm, one of you fucking mugs walks over and puts me off." "Now maybe if I'd have shot my bolt," "I'd have paid the service, but you keep coming over here" " and interrupting me." " Sir, if you don't calm down," " I'm going to have to ask you to leave." " Get your coat." "Oh, well done, babe." "Shut your fucking mouth!" "You, fuck off... now." "How much money you got in there?" " What?" " How much money you got in there?" "!" " Pat, don't do that." " How much money you got in there, cunt?" "Oh, my God!" "Shut your fucking noise and get in the car now." "Move!" "I'm fucking warning you... you say a fucking word, all of you get what that cunt got." "Would you mind stopping all that and stepping outside the car, sir?" "Fucking hell." "Hiya." "He was gonna get 10 years for it." "10 years for stealing 800 quid." "That's less than 100 quid a year." "But you know what?" "Pat had other plans." "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "The police tried to set up a roadblock, but Pat was too quick." "He slipped off to Spain but was rearrested in Gibraltar visiting friends." "Cor!" "Fuck me, it's only Tom Cruise." "Mate, let me get a pen and paper," "I want to get your autograph." "My fucking bird would love that." "Hey, Craig, say hello to my man Carlton." "We've met." "You want to tell me something?" "No." "I'm sorry." "Tony, I didn't know he was a friend of yours." " If I'd known..." " Let me just say to you, fellow, it ain't a good idea to go out drinking on an empty head, all right?" "Are you looking to get hurt?" "You've fucked up now, son." "Get the fuck out of here, you fucking useless muggy cunt!" "Fuck's sake!" "You ever mouth off to Carlton Leach like that again, and I swear I'll leave you where I fucking find you." "Now fuck off, cunt!" "The thing about Craig was, he didn't exactly have the best start in life." "His mom had been knocking off some toy boy called John, but she had to put a stop to it when her old man got her up the duff." "It would be an understatement to say the lad took it badly." "I did this to prove how much I love you." "I love you, baby." "I done this for both of us." "Poor bastard never stood a chance." "He was a fuck up before he was even born." "Tony paid his mortgage, and in return Craig was his runner." "He took all the risks." "If Tony needed a couple of kilos of puff picked up, or a few hundred pills dropped off, well, he'd just give him a call." "What the fuck are you cunts looking at?" "Tony brought Pat into the firm and gave him control over a couple of doors, and a legitimate job title to keep his probation officer sweet." "You know, Tony, you've got to forget charging those scumbags to deal in your clubs." "I mean they pay you a poxy fucking grand a week and they're nicking 12, 13 large over a weekend." " That's the way it goes, mate." " No, it ain't." "Fuck 'em." "You've got to get into this business proper, mate." "You've got to get them dealers to buy wholesale from you." "Listen." "I've got all the contacts sorted out." "You buy the pills at a fraction of the selling price and you knock them out to the dealers at £6 a pop." "I'm saying we can smash the life out of this and earn a fortune." "Rolfe, you mother's cunt!" " Where the fuck is he?" " He's not here, Tucker." "It's truth or violence..." "your fucking choice." "He's not fucking here." "I swear it." "Why not be original and be the first fucking bitch in history to tell the truth?" "You lying cunt!" "Fucking cunt!" "Come here, wanker!" "Come here!" "What are you doing, Tony?" "You could've fucking killed me!" "I wish I had, you unreliable little cunt!" "I've been calling you all fucking day" " and you don't answer!" " I was fucked up..." " In bed!" " I've had to make two handoffs myself." "Now what if I'd gotten fucking nicked?" "I'm sorry, Tony." "I'm sorry." ""I'm sorry."" "You're a fucking waste of space, Craig." "You're off the fucking firm!" "If you want your mortgage paid, you can whistle out of your ass for it, you fucking useless cunt!" "The firm was Craig's life, and without it he had no direction, no purpose." "He wanted to be back inside, no matter what." "Have a seat, sir." "Fancy a puff of that?" "No, have you got anything stronger?" "I thought you were off the heavy stuff." "Yeah, I am." "I have a little dabble now and again, but basically I'm clean." "Are you sure?" "It's good stuff, pretty boy." "Don't call him pretty boy." "Why not?" "He's pretty." "Why don't you just fuck him then?" "Look, mate." "I don't want to get in the middle of some domestic, do I?" "Oh, she's been on my case all day." "Just ignore her, then she might fuck off." "That's fucking charming." "Look at the fucking state of her." "All right, mate." "Just get over it and let's do some business, yeah?" "Right, here's your 20 kilos." "So where's the money?" "I ain't got no money." "Now why would I bother paying a fucking insect like you?" "Who you calling a fucking insect?" "What would you prefer?" "Ex-scaghead two-bob junkie cunt?" "Fucking cunt!" "So fucking easy." "Fuck." "Come here." "You ain't gonna get far with 50 mils of Largactil in your beer." "I know you like drugs, Chris." "You've had a right touch." "'Cause tonight..." "I'm gonna give you all the drugs you'll ever need." "Don't look so upset, mate." "It's a freebie." "I know you're a little skint at the moment, what with you owing Tony two grand." "What are you talking about?" "What are you talking about?" "You thought you were gonna swerve him, but I'm here to fucking collect." "What have you given him?" "Ketamine." "Hey, babe, get me a beer." "Yeah, sure." "Does Chris want one?" "Nah." "He's had enough tonight." "Why are we stopping?" "Just dropping Chris off, babe." "Yeah, but he doesn't live here, does he?" "Get out there, you fat cunt." "You ain't gonna fucking believe this." "He's only gone and killed Chris." "You can say he's a fucking useless spastic shit-cunt, but if that's not dedication, I don't know what fucking is." "He's a fucking liability, isn't he?" "What's he doing going around murdering some kid for two grand?" "Tony, it's unnecessary." "No, he's all right, Carl." "Anyway, I already told him he's back in the firm, mate." "Baby, I need you here with me because I'm trying..." "Along with working together, me and Tony did a couple of little earners on the side." "Jimmy G had set up a deal for some stolen traveler's checks, but after four canceled meets, Tony had got the hump." "My time ain't fucking free." "I've been up and down the A13 nine times for that cunt, and he gobbed off to Emma about me fucking that Chinky bird." "She's been at me all fucking week." "Me and Craig are gonna punish the cunt." "You wanna come?" "Look, if you're gonna slap the geezer, just fucking slap him." "What do you need me and Craig for?" "'Cause we're gonna do a demolition job on the cunt, that's why." "Oh, look, leave it out, all right?" " You need to calm down, don't you?" " You don't want in?" "No." "No, I don't want in." " Oi, Jimmy." "Hurry up, will you?" " What's happening, Jim?" " All right, boys?" " How are you, mate?" "You all right?" " Fuck." " Get the fuck back, Tony!" " I'll fucking kill you." " I'm fucking doing it!" "I swear to God!" "Calm down!" "I'll fucking hit you!" "Come on..." "Get off me!" "Tony, I fucking love you." "Please don't hurt me." "Don't listen to him, Tony!" "Think of all the agg he's cause you!" "Yeah, all the agg you've caused me, you fucking shit-cunt!" "What do you think, Jimmy?" "Craig, take the TV, video and hi-fi and shove it in the back of the motor." "I'm fining you, Jimmy." "Is that fair enough?" " Get off!" " Burn him, Tony." " Burn him." " No, don't burn me!" " Burn the cunt!" "Burn him, Tony!" " No, please." "Tony, no!" "Tony!" "Fuck you!" "Please!" "Oh, God!" "Oh, fuck." "Fuck you!" " No more, Tony." " "No more"?" "We've hardly even started." "Fuck you!" "Fuck you!" "You cunt!" "You bastard!" "Craig, what you fucking let him get away for?" "I had the CD player in me hands." "Fucking soppy cunt." "You're rolling around on the floor for two minutes, you fucking idiot." "Now get in the fucking motor." " Yes?" " Are you Jimmy's dad?" "Yeah, why?" "What's this about?" " Is he in?" " No, why?" "What's this about?" "'Cause we're looking for him, you fucking Welsh cunt." "You fucking tell him to meet us face to face or I'm gonna come in there and start cutting your daughter's fingers off one at a time." " You got that?" " Yeah." "I said have you got that?" "Have you fucking got that?" "Yeah, I got it." "Jimmy, don't!" "Please don't!" "You fucking... you fucking cunt!" "Oh, my God!" "Oh, my God!" "Are you all right?" "Is the baby all right?" " Fucking Jimmy!" " Pat!" "You fucking cunt!" "Come back!" "You fucking mug!" "I'm gonna kill you, you cunt!" " I'm gonna kill you!" " Pat!" "Come back!" "Yo, Jimmy!" "Where the fuck are you?" " Jimmy." " Jimmy!" "Jimmy's fucking gone." "Jimmy's fucking dead!" "Fucking hell!" "Run!" "Fucking..." "Fuck you!" "Come on!" "Who's laughing now?" "Welcome to the fucking neighborhood!" "Evening." "This is supposed to be a hospital, isn't it?" "What's the matter with you?" "Do you want a line, Carlton?" "You lads are taking the piss, huh?" "Yeah, fucking right we are, mate." "Here, have a go with Sadie." " That's Sandy." " Yeah, whatever." "I'm paying her a fucking three-a a day and she likes to earn her money." "Don't you, babe?" " Sucks a fucking blinding cock." " I sure do." " No, you're all right, love." " Are you sure?" " It's no bother." " No thanks." "You remember Darren, don't you?" " Yeah, we met at your party." " Yeah." " Yeah, I was with Mickey." " Yeah, the old geezer." "We was all in the nick together." "Yeah, well, you'll be back in there if Old Bill turn up here, see this place." "Look at the state you're in." "There's fucking cocaine all over the bed, Tony." "Who in this hospital is gonna fucking grass us up?" "I still can't believe it was Jimmy that put you in here." "Yeah?" "Well, that no-good cunt's gonna end up in fucking box when I get ahold of him." "Craig, visiting time is over." "Get these others out of here." " But we've been having so much fun." " Fuck off." "I'll see you later, Pat." "I'll give your best to Mickey." "Come on, babe." "Come on, babe." "Here, Darren." "Don't forget to tell Mickey about that little bit of business." "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah." "Sweet." "Here, Carlton." "I need you to get Jimmy down here." "Tell him I want to sort things out and put an end to this, but I need you to get him down here and we'll do the rest." "Meaning?" "Meaning I'm gonna do him with this." "And I'll get rid of the gun and the body." "Oh, that's a fucking cracking idea." "You're just gonna go and shoot someone in a fucking hospital?" "Behave yourself, will you?" "You're on parole, Pat." "Yeah, well, fuck all that." "That wrong'un has gotta go because he's made me and him look like a right pair of cunts." "All right." "Well, you just get well and I'll come see you in Chelmsford nick, all right?" " Hello?" " Carlton, it's Jimmy." "He said they'd rape my sister." "They threatened my dad." "They smashed up my house." "They call me 10 times a day, leaving threats on my answerphone." "Don't cry, son." "All right?" "It's not gonna help." "I can't believe they turned on me like that." "I shot at Pat because I knew..." "I knew there was no other way." "They'll never stop now." "Never." "Until I'm dead." "Let me speak to Tony and I'll see what I can do." "It's too late for that, Carl." "It's too fucking late for that." "There's only one way to make sure my family stays safe." "I wanna die." "You just slow down." "No, listen." "I know you're as harsh as they are, Carlton, but at least you're always fair." "At least you're always fucking fair." "Tony doesn't have a set of rules you can live by." "I need you..." "I need you to kill me." "You what?" "I'm too scared to do it by myself." "Please... protect my family... and shoot me." "You can't ask me that." "You can't ask anybody..." "I don't know what else to do." "I don't know what else to do." "Well, you can start by putting the gun down." "And then you get yourself out of Essex and you lay low for awhile." "You keep yourself out of fucking trouble and I'll see what I can do." "Do you hear me?" "Well, it was bound to fucking happen." "The nurse came in and changed Pat's bed while he was in surgery and found his gun." "Pat went straight back to prison on violation of his parole." "Couple of days later, Jimmy was picked up with an unlicensed firearm." "Although it wasn't the gun that shot Pat, it was still enough to put him behind bars for a stretch." "Best place for him, really." "He'd be safer on the inside." "All right, Carlton?" "Fuck me." "What's this?" "You ain't on brown as well, are you?" " It's Nubain." " Looks like heroin to me." " Well, it fucking ain't, all right?" " I can vouch for that, Carlton." "You?" "Don't make me laugh." "I think we'd better have a talk." "What's him and that walking clap doing here?" "They make me fucking itch just looking at them." "Can't you just get along with them for me, Carl?" "I put up with the cunt." "That's about it." "Anyway, I thought you was knocking it on the head now that Pat's inside." "When was the last time you were clean, for fuck's sake?" "Fuck clean." "I can work 22 hours a day like this." "Yeah, but for how long?" "You'll be fucking dead carrying on like that." "What's the story with this kitchen?" "I thought you said that geezer would have it done by now." " So did I." " He's taking a fucking piss, isn't he?" "Come and check this out." "I had to teach him not to fuck with me, Carlton." "Definitely something wrong with you." "Come on!" "It had been almost a year since Pat had gone back to prison." "Tony and Craig were becoming increasingly powerful in the drug world while he was inside." "Pat wanted to get right back in with them." "You all right, son?" "You look a bit long in the boat." "Who fucked your mother?" "Tell us, we'll sort him out." "He's a cunt, ain't he?" "How would you like to come on a little deal with us?" "Be a good little earner." "Tell him, Pat." "Mickey Steele's got a shipment coming in from Holland." "£300 a kilo." "Not cheap, I know, but he reckons there's no fucking chance of anybody getting pulled by customs." "And how do you know that?" "Because they don't get some fucking mug to bring it in on the ferry." "They bring it across the channel on a powerboat." "They've done it fucking 100 times." "Now Mickey needs 80 large up front to get the gear." "He's in for £15,000." "I'm in for £40,000." "Fucking £40,000?" "You ain't got 40 large, Pat." "Yeah, but I will in a couple of days, won't I?" " How's that then?" " Tony, I fucking told you twice." "I've got all these contacts sorted out." "You make me laugh." "I didn't spend all my fucking time in the nick wanking." " Yes, you fucking did." " Yeah, you're right." ""Fucking let me out!"" "I don't know." "We'll see, all right?" "Shut up." "What's the matter with you?" "Even the fucking dancing monkey's in for £6,000." "Tony, look, do me a favor, you fill him in on the rest, 'cause I've got to try my luck with that little blonde tart over there." " What do you reckon?" " Filth, mate." "No, utter fucking filth." "With a little bit of luck, I might get a golden shower tonight." "So what do you reckon, mate?" "No, I ain't got the dough, all right?" "I've got nothing put aside." "You heard what Pat said, you're guaranteed to double up your money on this." "Yeah, well, his idea of a guarantee and mine are two different things." "I'm just trying to help you out, mate." "Yeah, I know." "I appreciate it." "I don't want to fall out over this, all right?" "You're my brother, Carlton, and I fucking love you." "It's good to know someone is looking out for me." "Yeah, always." "You know that." "Do me a favor, just be careful of him." " Get off me!" " Go!" "Go!" "Pat was at it again, and even Tony could see he had become a liability." "In a drug-fueled rage, he threw the one person who still stuck by him, Kate Carter, out of his house." "She ran straight to Mickey Steele, her closest friend while Pat was inside." "Then the dope deal went tits up when it turned out the gear was moody." "You couldn't even burn it, let alone smoke it." "Mick, listen to me." "You couldn't con a fucking 12-year-old with that fucking gear." "It's shit and I'm down fucking £40,000." " I'll sort it out." " You fucking will, you slippery cunt, or I'm gonna come around there and fucking sort you out." " Jesus Christ, Pat." " Jesus Christ?" "Jesus fucking Christ?" "You'll be fucking screaming that, you mug, when I fucking come around there and do you with this blade, you fucking no-good cunt!" "Pat may have been a fucking loon, but this time he was ranting for a good reason." "He'd only gone and borrowed £40,000 off the most feared criminals in Essex... the Hexell brothers." "The deal was that in two weeks time he'd pay them back £50,000." "Look, he's been to Amsterdam two or three times, this time he lost the gear." "I swear on my fucking life I wouldn't dream about having you two over." "Mickey Steele's done this to all of us." "Mickey Steele's your fucking mate." "Why would he do that?" "Let me get ahold of him, I'll bring him in front of you," "I'll put a blade to his throat and when you're satisfied, I'll do him." "They gave him a month to come up with the goods." "And after a lot of agg," "Darren Nicholls and Mickey Steele went to Amsterdam and recovered the money." "Pat and the boys may have got their dough back, but that was it." "They hadn't made a bean." "They'd had their time wasted, and Pat, he was still £10,000 short of what he owed the brothers." "It's fucking lovely." "Yeah, a nice bit of kit." "Are you gonna help a girl in trouble, Mickey?" "You can stay here as long as you need." "Don't worry about it." "Pat is shouting his mouth off about you to anyone who'll listen." "He said your operation's a joke and that you ripped him off." "He's a junkie." "He's a fucking steroid freak." "And that don't worry you?" "He's out of control." "He says he's gonna kill you." "He's all mouth." "He's a fucking idiot." "I don't know, Mickey." "His threats seem pretty thorough to me." "Look at me." "I don't have a home to go to and my child is staying at my mom's." "What sort of a situation is that, Mickey?" " Do you trust me, Kate?" " Of course I do." "Then listen to me." "I'm old school, been around the block a few times." "Mugs like Pat Tate come around every once in a while." "But you know something?" "What?" "The loud ones never last, Kate." "He'll get what's coming to him." "Move your body" "Yeah, can I have a 12", please?" "What?" "What do you mean you don't do four toppings?" " It's a pizza shop." " Give me the phone." "What's your problem, mate?" "Well, why can't we have all four fucking toppings?" "Because it's not on the menu, sir." "What are you talking about, fucking "on the menu"?" "We're talking about cheese, you cunt." "Listen." "Deliver the fucking pizza she wants, or I'll come down there and fucking open you up." "Sir, this phone delivery line is actually only for people over the age of 12." "Now if you'd like to calm down and get your mommy or dad to phone back," "I'll be happy to send you a pizza." " Who am I talking to?" " My name is Roger Spooner, sir." " I'm the manager." " Well, Rog, you do yourself a fucking favor, mate, 'cause this is your last chance for a fucking peaceful night." "Deliver the fucking pizza she wants or your mom and dad will be down at the fucking morgue at 4:00 in the morning identifying your fucking body." "Do you got me, cunt?" "Where's Roger fucking Spooner?" " Where is he?" " That's me." "Can I help you?" "Fucking mug me off down the fucking phone line, you cunt?" "If I asked you now for fucking four toppings, you'd give them to me, you cunt, wouldn't you?" " Yeah, yeah." " You'd fucking give them to me, wouldn't you?" " Yes!" " Okay." "Anyone got a fucking problem with what I just done?" "Eh?" "You've got a fucking problem?" "Fat bollocks, you've got a fucking problem?" "Eh?" "Pat's continuing war with the fast-food industry resulted in the geezer giving a detailed statement to the police." "Come morning, he found out who Pat was and suddenly pizza boy had a bad case of amnesia." "Pat, Tony and Craig were out of control." "They just did whatever they fucking liked." "They robbed who they wanted and destroyed any cunt that got in their way." "While you're doing that, I'm gonna take the vegetables." "I've peeled them and I'm roughly chopping the swede, the carrots and the parsnips." "Of course everything's going to be blended up in the mixer at the end." "If you prefer a chunky soup..." "That will be your boyfriend." "and then you can still have the chunky vegetables left in your soup." "It ain't for me." " Hello?" " Carlton." "Sledge, what do you want?" "Have you seen the telly this morning?" "Not much." "She's got some bollocks on here." "Well, try the news." "I'm serious, mate." "I think something might have happened to Tony and the boys." "The bodies of three men have been discovered in a Range Rover, on a farm in Rettendon in Essex." "It's thought that these were victims of a brutal gangland slaying." "The police are not divulging much information at present, but we do know that all three men were gunned down somewhere between 6:00 p.m. and 12:00 p.m. last night." "We hope to come back to this later in the bulletin." "There were serious clashes between the prime minister and the leader of the opposition..." " Hello, Paul." "It's Carl." " Hello, Carl." " Have you seen the news?" " No, not yet." "Why?" "Can you pop around Emma's?" "I've been trying to get ahold of them all morning." "No one's answering." "It's just engaged." " What's going on?" " Well, I don't know, mate." "Just do me a favor." "Just go around there and give me a call." " On me way." " All right, mate." "Ta." "This is giving me the fucking creeps, this is." "Hello, mate." "It's me again." "Listen, mate, can you give me a call back, please?" "Well, I'm just getting a bit worried." "So just give me a call back as soon as you get this message." "All right, mate." "Ta." "Hey." " Are you all right?" " No, I'm no all right." "I can't get ahold of no cunt." "Something's happened." "Babe, you're scaring me." "Back to the murders in Rettendon." "The police have announced that there will be a news conference later this evening, when it's expected that the names of those murdered will be released." "Carlton." "Carl?" " Yeah, go on." "What's happening?" " Emma's fine." "Tony didn't come back last night, but she ain't worried." " Hold on, mate." " Paul?" "Fucking hell, the Old Bill's just turned up." "Emma!" " Paul, talk to me." " Emma!" "I'm gonna have to go." "I don't know what's going on down there." "Everything's fine as far as I know, but not here." "I'm gonna have to go." "Laters, mate." "Police have tonight released the names of the three men murdered in Rettendon on the night of the 6th of December." "The victims were 38-year-old Anthony Tucker, 37-year-old Patrick Tate, and 26-year-old Craig Rolfe." "It's believed that all three men had gangland connections." "When the police informed Tony's dad of his son's death, he dropped dead of a heart attack right there in front of them." "After the tears came the questions:" "Who murdered Tony, Pat and Craig that night?" " Evening, lads." " Before you start, he wasn't speeding, the car's not stolen, the fucking tax disc is in date, all right?" "I've got some information I'd like to share with you, ask you a few questions..." "very informal." "What, now?" "We're in kind of a hurry..." "big family dinner." "This won't take long, but it's dangerous out on these main roads with this weather." "Follow the car." "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "We ain't got fucking do nothing for you." "No, you don't, but I could always get a search warrant, search the three of your houses tonight." "Really fuck your evenings up." "You'll be on your way in 15 minutes." " No, Office..." " Shut up, shithead." "Lead the way." "Sorry about this, lads." "Thanks for the cooperation." "Yeah, blah, blah, fucking blah." "What's so fucking important that you had to speak to us tonight?" "Trust me, you'll like this." "Why'd you have to fucking bring us all the way down here for?" "The traffic... it's dangerous." "Oi." "You on fucking drugs?" "You got any?" "The way we saw it, the police had stronger motives than anyone." "The rumor was we were all under observation, so how the fuck could a hit go down right under their nose?" "It could have been revenge for several high-profile Ecstasy deaths, or it could've been they were just getting rid of three of the most dangerous drug dealers from the southeast." "Either way, it was a paranoid first few days, for anyone who knew the three was a suspect." "Over the next few days, silence fell on gangland as hundreds of people were questioned." "One theory was gaining in credibility." "Two names just kept coming up." " Fucking hell." " Put your hands on the fucking dash!" "Whoa!" "What's this about?" "The brothers want a word with you, Pat." " Tell your bloke to follow that car." " I ain't going..." "Makes no difference whether you drive or I drive." " Do you get the picture?" " It's a pretty fucking gory picture at that." "You boys have become a fucking nuisance." "We heard about your little fit down at the pizza parlor, Pat." "We spunked in our pants." "Then we remembered how much fucking money you owe us." "Listen." "I'm trying to get all your dough back now." "Whatever problem you've got with Pat has got fuck-all to do with me." "Fuck off, Tucker." "It's got everything to do with you." "You're all involved." "All fucking out of control, ripping off every cunt from here to Hounslow." "Well, it stops tonight." "Shoot that cunt." "Please don't shoot me." "Come on, take it like a man, son." "Ain't that bad." "All be over in a moment." " Fuck you, you fucking cunt!" " You next, Tucker." "But these were just paranoid theories being handed out left, right and center." "The newspapers started printing any old shit from small-time crooks and wannabes." "Apparently half of Essex was an expert on the subject." "And what's this then?" "I have a lot of young lads..." "Six months later Darren Nicholls was nicked with 10 kilos of puff in his boot." "Before anyone thought much about it, he was busy grassing to the Old Bill about the triple murders." "Walk away, walk away" "Walk away now" "Walk away, walk away" "Walk away now..." "Mickey Steel has fucked up everything." "I've spent years sweetening up these fucking contacts." "He's made me look like a right mug and us look like we don't know what we're doing." "I've told everyone I know what a fucking cunt he is." "Okay, shut the fuck up." "He's heading towards our table right now." "Tony, Pat, how's it going?" "So what have you got to tell us that's so fucking important?" "I've got something coming up... something big... so big it's gonna make that last deal look like pocket money by comparison." "Yeah?" "I hope by that you mean pocket money and not pocketing our fucking money." " What's happening, chaps?" " Sit down, shut your mouth and listen." "I've been hired by this Dutch firm to do a job, a job that involves my plane and a shitload of white." "How much?" "I'm meant to be bringing over 30 kilos of Columbian pure, land my plane in a field near Rettendon." "30 fucking kilos?" " How much is that worth?" " It depends on the quality." "It's the bollocks." "They've already paid me £50,000 up front." "The drugs are standing by in Holland." "They're all set to go." "I'm meant to be bringing it over in the next few days when the weather improves." " So what's the plan, mate?" " Do what you two do best... rob the cunts." "I'll tell you where and when I'll be landing the plane." "There'll be two others on board with me." "You steam in really strong, stick guns in our faces... bish bash... pinch the gear." "Simple as that." "What do you reckon?" "Well, I won't kid you..." "if that gear is proper, we've got to be talking about £100 mill." " Exactly." " So what do you want out of it?" "Bust it up three ways." "A third?" "You're having a fucking laugh, ain't you?" "That's fine." "That's a fair deal." "And did you think that I'd stay" "In your destructive life?" "And did you think I'd be okay" "And someday be your wife?" "And if I'm here, I live in fear" "Why'd you go so far?" "You can see that it's me..." "We'll have to make this look convincing though." "They can't know you're in on it, Mickey." "We'll have to fuck you up a bit, maybe knock a few teeth out." "I can handle a couple of broken teeth for 10 kilos." "This is the big time, Carl." "We're talking numbers with shitloads of zeros on the end." "You're talking like it's already in the bag." "Mickey's assured us it's all going ahead." " He's already been paid." " Yeah, he's been paid, you ain't." " Trust me, it's on." " Just be careful, will you?" "Pat's running around the whole of fucking Essex shouting his mouth off, and if this gets back to you, you're fucked." "Relax, mate." "You worry too much." "It's all good." "I want to tell you something, Carl." "I'm surrounded by a lot of people, but I know they just want a piece of me." "With you it's different." "You just want to be my friend." "You know, you're the only one I fully trust." " Same." " I want to do something for you." "I'm gonna give you £30,000 out of this." "Don't be silly." "You don't owe me nothing." "I know, mate." "I also know you'd do the same for me if you had a deal like this going down." "Yeah, of course." "You know that." "I'm gonna give you money for two reasons, Carlton." "Firstly, you're broke." "All right." "What's the other reason?" "You never asked me for a fucking thing." "Things are gonna quiet down a lot in the new year." "When this deal goes down, I'm going into semiretirement." "Do you know what?" "That's not such a bad idea." "I'm gonna slip off, all right?" "I promised Denny I'd have a family dinner tonight." " Sounds good, mate." " Yeah." "Yeah, I just fancy a quiet one for a change." " And thanks." " No worries, mate." " All right." " Love you." "See you, mate." " Hello?" " Hey, Darren." "What are you up to this evening?" " Why?" "What's up?" " Me and Jack need a favor." "Tony, it's Pat." "I just got off the phone with our pal Mickey." " Are we on for it?" " No, too much fucking snow on the ground, but he reckons we're on for the day after tomorrow." " I can't fucking wait." " Tony, listen up." "Mickey wants to show us exactly where he wants to land his plane." "So are you and Rolfe up for a little meet later?" "It's cold, isn't it?" "You should've put a coat on then." "Well, I didn't realize the plan was to sit in the motor and freeze to fucking death." "The plan is we wait for Pat to turn up, then we drive to where Mickey is landing the plane." "Tell me why again." "Mickey wants you there in the background, just to make sure everything's all right." "Pat's been unpredictable lately, in case you haven't fucking noticed." "Listen." "I've been doing a lot of thinking about all this." "Why don't we fucking nick all the gear and do Mickey with the others?" "I thought he was your pal." "That was before he fucked us over, monkey boy." "I got no fucking loyalty to that cunt no more." "He's the only one who can link us to this fucking robbery." "I'm game." "Okay, let's go." "Right." "Drive down the road about half a mile." "You sit tight and wait for my call." " Where's your phone?" " It's in me pocket." "You won't hear the fucking thing ring in there, will you?" "Put it on the dashboard." "I ain't gotta ask you if that thing is turned on, have I?" "Of course it's turned on." "What do you think I am?" "Are you sure?" "I thought it was on." "Darren, I'm fucking speechless." "I don't know why Mickey puts up with you." "You're a useless cunt." " Fat cunt." " What?" " What did you say?" " Nothing." "And don't go playing that fucking radio either." "It's vital you hear that phone ring." "Can I stick the tape on?" "Tape deck, radio..." "what is the fucking difference?" "What's the long-range forecast looking like, mate?" "Well, the weather seems to be improving at last, so I reckon we'll be up for it in the next couple of days." " 48 hours." " Uh-huh." "48 fucking hours and then our lives are changing!" "Craig, you're gonna have to chuck a left up here, all right?" "Mick..." "I've got to say it, son..." "I fucking love you." "No, I swear, I fucking love you." "You know, that's not what I've been hearing around town, Patrick." "Well, forget all that fucking bollocks now, 'cause we're going to hit the big time." "We are gonna be fucking caked." "Left up here, is it, Mick?" "Yeah, that's right, Craig... a left." "Hello?" "Hello, babe." "No." "Of course I miss you." "You are such a lovely girl and I don't fucking deserve you." "You know that." "Do me a favor, give me a bell back later." "I'm with some people." "What?" "No, I'm just with Tony and the boys." "Yeah." "Listen." "Of course I do." "I love you." "Is that good enough?" "I love you." "Call me later." "Bye." "There's a gate up ahead, Mick." "Do you want me to open it?" "No, it's okay, son." "I'll get it." " Shut up, Pat." " No, please!" "Mickey!" "Please, no!" "Mate... please, mate." "Please, we're mates." "We've worked far too hard to let a cunt like you fuck everything up." "You take it." "Take it all." "What?" "The 30 kilos of Columbian pure?" "You soppy cunt." "You soppy, greedy, gullible cunt." "I'm out, Jack." " Yup?" " Come and get us." "That didn't take long." "Pat squealed like a pig." "Let's fuck off." "Where's Mick?" "He's coming." "Turn that fucking light out now." "All right, Darren." "Let's go." "This was Darren Nicholl's testimony of what happened." "The only people who really know are in the ground." "It may be that the shooting has occurred over higher drug dealers trying to find a greater position of power." "Daddy!" "Heaven knows what life may bring" "There could be blue skies through the rain" "And I know I must find my way..." " Don't listen to him, baby." " Come on, help me" "Release my soul today" "Won't you help me, help me through this pain?" "It cuts like a knife" "Burns like acid rain" "Come on, help me" "Help me release my soul" "But nobody knows which way" "Or which road to go" "Heaven knows what life may bring" "Never feel it till you feel the acid sting" "Help me to release my soul today" "Help me, help me" "Help me, Lord, Lord" "Help me, Lord, Lord..." "There's not a lot of old men in my game." "Paranoia is what keeps me alive." "I'm taking no chances." "Every room in my house is armed." "You break in and I'll bathe in your fucking blood." "And if one day my time is up let me say to you:" "If you think I'm just gonna sit and beg for my life... well, then you're some sort of cunt." "Heaven knows what life may bring" "There could be blue skies through the rain" "And I know I must find my way..." "So come on, help me" "To release my soul today" "Won't you help me, help me through this pain?" "It cuts like a knife" "It feels like acid rain" "Help me, help me" "To release my soul" "But nobody knows which way" "Or which road to go" "Heaven knows what life may bring" "Never feel it till you feel the acid sting" "Help me to release my soul today" "Help me, help me" "Help me, Lord, Lord" "Help me, Lord, Lord" "Hold on, hear what I say" "Is a man on a mission" "Just a man in a cage?" "If we can hold on" "To what we believe" "All stick together" "Be there for each other" "Hold on" "Hold on, hear what I say" "Is a man on a mission" "Just a man in a cage?" "If we can hold on" "To what we believe" "All stick together" "Be there for each other" "Hold on."