"Ras, can I ask you a question?" "Talk to me, man." "What would you do If you had to make a decision between being loyal to the past or trying to make a future?" "If a man ain't got no roots, he don't have no future." "Ye got to have roots to hold onto." "Some bleeding safe house," "Brixton, London." "South West 2." "Stuck between a rasta man with a pirate radio station upstairs, and a Yardle drug dealer downstairs." "The rasta man is alright." "Just sits up there smoking his weed and beaming out to Babylon." "The one downstairs ain't alright." "Some kind of low-rent pusher." "He thinks he's Al Capone with a sun tan." "Then there's me, Johnny Doyle." "Piggy in the middle." "Paddy in the middle more like." "I came here to lie low." "Used to be a nice quiet squat." "Now it's turned Into a bleedin' cock mate, Innit?" "It's time to move on." "Only there's some things harder to leave behind than this shit hole." "There's a bomb I Get out now I" "Get back." "Get down the stairs." "There's a bomb!" "Go downstairs." "Get back, there's a bomb I Quick, get down I" "Hurry up!" "Come on!" "Shh." "Argh!" "Bollocks." "Shut the fuck up, ya wee gob shite." "Come on!" "Gettin' too easy for ya." "Do you really think I could hurt you?" "I didn't do it." "I swear to God I didn't." "Ugh!" "Radio Ras, signing' aff Inna national anthem style." "To those outside or behind a locked door," "I and I say peace!" "The reaction is no longer deemed feasible to proceed on the present course." "And that response from Mr. Bush senior closed last night's debate." "Coming on after the headlines, the latest on the Arab- Israeli peace talk, and more reaction on the streets of Belfast to the lastest news on disarmament." "Here's Jonathan Woodley." "In Iraq a roadside bomb has claimed 14 lives." "Six civilians died alongside eight Iraqi policemen." "So far no group has claimed responsibility." "Hopes of a new Israeli- Palestinian accord are growing as talks in Geneva enter their third day." "More on that after these headlines." "News is just coming in of an attempted jail brake from Brixton prison In South London." "Initial reports suggest that a prison officer may have been killed during the escape." "More news on that as it comes in." "Sport now, and Manchester United will take on Chelsea" "In the quarter finals on the FA cup." "Boom." "Jesus, Ras." "So much for you pirate DJs wearing headphones." "The cops won't need a detective out to find you." "They'll just follow the noise." "They leave me alone." "I talk of peace." "Babylon got war on the street." "Talking about war, that scumbag downstairs is at it again." "I think he's setting up a shop." "You know, he beat up in one of his own again last night." "Which one?" "Thin weaselly one with the glasses." "Ah, Sparra." "The sorcerer's apprentice." "The chemist man." "The chemist." "Julius him ship it." "Sparra him cut it." "Only this time him cut a little too much." "There's a girl down there, too." "Sistah Rita." "Fine woman." "I and I always at Rita to leave the bwoy Julius." "So why don't you?" "I love rasta." "What with that psycho?" "His own ma couldn't love him." "Not him she love." "It's that evil white shit him sell and she put in her veins." "I always say," ""Nothin' about come good for a black from white."" "Thus sayeth the follower of the Lord, almighty Jah Rastafari," "King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Emperor, Lion of Judah." "Drugs is abomination that put here to keep I and I people in bondage." "Damnation to all the drug dealers who keep I and I people in chains." "Free my people." "Let my people go." "Jah Rastafari!" "A bit rich coming from a bloke with a big fat spliff In his gob, Innit?" "Ya honky man don't know nuthin'." "A herb man." "A religion." "Babylon locked me up for herb but free me for slayin' my own breddin' with gun, crack an' knife." "All I need is a big lawyer man and then walk free!" "That's Babylon for ye." "A true, me breddah." "A true." "Well, I'm going down the market." "Do you want anything?" "Yeah, man." "Some papaya, some mango and some bananas." "Straight from back a yard, man." "Straight from Jamaica." "And don't forget my new vinyl from the record man." "Fuck sake." "Hang on." "Jesus Christ." "Come on, ye wee bollocks." "We've got a place to go and people to see." "Did you have to kill him?" "What's it matter?" "Another 15 years and we're caught, that's all." "Maurice was okay." "He wasn't like the rest of them." "Marice was a royal English bastard just like the fuckin' rest of them." "We'll stop to say a prayer for him." "Light a fuckin' candle." "All the churches down here full of jungle buddies doing voodoo." "Good man yourself." "Sister Rita." "You liking' our friend, huh?" "Door locked and you in the hallway." "Go on, open the door." "I said open the ras door!" "I've got it I" "I'm headin' out anyway." "It's no trouble." "If you're looking for your man with the bruises, he was here this morning when I went for the papers." "He looked in a bit of a rush." "Real scene, Johnny man." "You know, me was jus' saying to Rita" "Is nice to have good neighbors." "Irish inna middle, rasta man up top." "Always can sponsor cuppa sugar." "Them always minding own business." "And this" "I and I business star, seen?" "Seen." "Nice to be nice, Johnny." "Ah, Jimmy boy." "He's here." "No, no more talk." "He's gotta go." "Every time he's out, we spend all our time shooting' at each other." "He's got some kid with him." "No." "Him, too." "I don't give a shit." "He should be more choosy who he escapes with." "Jimmy, you stinkin' shite." "Alright, Mikey." "Plan B." "Fifty p." "For a wee cuppa tea." "Where's the market, mate?" "You can get things in there for... 50p." "Loads of things if you had 50p." "Have you got 50p?" "I've got a pound." "That'll do." "I want the change." "So, where is it?" "Through the entrance." "Which entrance?" "That entrance." "You owe me 50p." "Ya bandit!" "Nath, how is it going?" "How is business, alright?" "Alright, yeah, yeah." "Look it this." "Johnny Doyle of Electric Avenue, fish is your life." "Listen, uhm, do you have any work goin'?" "I had some posh bloke coming, right?" "Asking me for Dover sole." "I've ordered a load of it, but I've got no driver." "Can you help me out?" "L..." "I need it badly." "I'm absolutely skint." "No problem." "Listen, thanks for that." "What time?" "Early, 4 o'clock." "Thanks, bro." "I'll see you later." "And don't be late, alright?" "What can I get for you?" " Can I get a refill?" " Alright." "What now?" "Now?" "We wait." "What for, a fuckin' miracle?" "What time is it?" "Nine." "You in a rush to get back?" "No." "There's a fella I know." "A wee bird tells me he comes in here every day." "I've been planning a meeting with him for a long time." "What if he's got a day off?" "Can you phone the boys to come and get us?" "This whole thing was their bloody idea." "Not exactly." "You said the IPLA wanted us out." "Needed us." "Not wanted us." "Them fuckers went against my orders and voted for disarmament." "I wanna see them do that to my face." "You said it was orders from the Army Council." "It will be." "My orders." "We at war with the Brits, not with each other." "Listen, you wee gob shite, someone's gotta get it started again." "If it wasn't for you and your fuckin' ankle, I'd be halfway to Kilburn." "Southerners always fuckin' yappin'." "Where were you in '72 when the Brits were bustin' down our doors?" "I wasn't born yet." "That's no excuse." "Listen, Michael Og." "The Provos are a busted flush." "Hundreds of 'em don't want to disarm and half the IPLA." "What we need is simple." "A few strategic bombs to get us started again." "One year." "All I had left to do was one fuckin' year." "I've been waiting for a lot more than one year to meet this guy." "Who?" "They'll be in here any minute looking for us." "Don't find many of them in Ireland." "Don't worry, Johnny." "I'm not here to settle old scores." "It was very rude of you to run away without saying good bye." "I thought you got 12 years." "Time off for good behavior." "It wouldn't be right for you and I to be in Brixton at the same time and not get back together and have a little reunion." "So you take us back to your place, ey?" "So we can have a wee chat." "I can't hang around here much longer, if you know what I mean." "You got yourself out." "You keep yourself out." "How is your ma?" "Still living in Kilburn all alone?" "You sorry lump of shite." "She died a year ago!" "Between your lot and the cops I couldn't even go to the funeral." "Look, I'm sorry, Johnny." "You know as well as I do that if I wanted you dead, you'd be fuckin' dead." "I need this favor." "Just this once." "And if you do, we'll be even." "You'll never have to look over your shoulder again." "You've got my word." "Just take a look in there." "Wee Michael Hegarty." "Busted ankle." "Does he remind you of anybody?" "One hour." "If I thought it would stop him following in our footsteps," "I'd break his other ankle." "Johnny, you owe me." "I did time for you." "Now, if not for me, or him, or yourself, or for old times sake, for fuck's sake, you've gotta help us!" "No." "No." "I owe you nothing." "Get your mate and go to the fish stall over there." "Nath!" "Listen to me." "There's no time to explain anything." "I've two mates, two mates in trouble from Belfast." "I won't bullshit you, mate." "If you help and if it goes wrong, It's deep shit." "It's now or never, mate." "This way, gents." "Nathan James." "Fruits of the sea." "White fish a specialty." "Thanks, mate." "Just going up the place now." "Move you wee little gob shite." "How can I help you, hafficer?" "We're looking for two white males who've taken a holiday from Brixton nick." "White males?" "Hafficer, this is your lucky day." "We is dem?" "I jus' black up for the occasion." "Yeah, alright." "What's in the bins?" "Fish head, fish gut." "Everything for a real fish tea." "Ya wanna smell for yourself?" "Nice!" "Nah, you're right." "Down this way." "So who are they, then?" "I don't know the younger one." "The older one's Flynn." "The IPLA." "What, is that like the IRA?" "The Provos have acted it." "This lot are not too keen on burying the hatchet unless it's on each other." "Right, okay." "How do you know him?" "I used to work with Flynn." "Jesus Christ I" "I thought you meant honest villains." "People who did bank jobs and nicked motors." "Not bloody bombers!" "Get them out of my van." "They can bleeding' well walk." "They can't." "The cops will be everywhere." "Get us back to my place." "I'll sort it out for..." "Your gaff?" "Are you mental?" "You've got that evil druggy downstairs, and a pirate radio upstairs." "Some bleeding' safe house." "Just get 'em out now." "Damn it, Nath!" "What the fuck do you think I've been doing for five years?" "Five years for nothing!" "Hi." "Hi." "Thanks for this morning." "No problem." "I'm Rita, by the way." "Johnny." "Are you Irish?" "Yeah." "Shocking, isn't it?" "No, it's just you don't look Irish." "I'm Irish as well." "You don't sound Irish." "I guess that makes us even, then." "They're out." "Cool." "Look, I'm just on me way out." "Can we come in any time this century?" "These are two friends of mine from home." "Michael here has hurt his ankle." "Is that why they were just on TV?" "Mugshots don't do them justice." "Are you Irish?" "Yeah, we've done that one." "Look, just get them upstairs." "If Julius gets back, the police'll be the least of your worries." "Who the fuck's Julius?" "I'll tell you upstairs." "Thanks." "Look, I'm a nurse." "I'll come up and give you a hand." "Home, sweet, home, Johnny." "I can see you've done well for yourself." "I was doing fine 'til this morning." "You don't do much entertaining, then?" "No." "I'm not gonna start now." "Listen, I want you out of here by tonight." "That's the deal." "What about Cead Mille Failte, you know, hundred thousand welcomes?" "Come to think of it, what happened to our explosives?" "I flushed them down the toilet." "How the fuck do you flush a half a ton of semtex down a bog?" "Hurry up with that tea, will you?" "Do you have any bandages?" "Is it bad?" "I think he's torn his ligaments." "Here." "Here, hold his leg up." "How are you doing, Mickey?" "Will we be out of here soon?" "I've just gotta make a wee phone call." "Not here." "There's a phone box on the corner." "That can wait." "We've got to get him to the hospital." "My name's Flynn, love." "Mine's not love." "It's Rita." "Can you fix this properly?" "I thought you were a nurse." "All I did was empty bedpans and give out pills." "Do you have any drugs?" "I thought that was your boyfriend's department." "Mind your own business." "Johnny's good at that." "It's gonna have to be tea, Mikey." "So strong you could trot a mouse on it." "Why don't you find your mates before the cops pay us a visit?" "If you can find me, so can they." "Alright." "Sounds like they're here already." "No, It's not the peelers." "No, it's worse." "It's Julius and he's found Sparra." "You break our trust, Sparra, huh?" "No." "Nothin' like a nice cuppa tea." "Now, woman, go roll a nice spliff." "Oh, and sistah Rita." "Ouch." "Your friend here tell me it was you who let him out the house." "Not the Irishman, right, Sparra?" "Go on, tell her." "Tell her, Sparra." "Sparra, tell her you broke our trust." "Tell her you broke our trust, Sparra." "Go on, go on!" "Who the fuck Is this Julius guy?" "Don't underestimate this fucker." "You're not in Belfast now." "You don't need a cause to fuckin' shoot someone." "Just tell me, just tell me." "You break our trust." "Nothing personal." "Strictly business." "Julius!" "Help me!" "Open the fucking door!" "No, Johnny, no." "It's not our fucking war." "Help me!" "No, Johnny." "You fuckin' use that or get out of my way." "Johnny." "White bwoy, I think you better throw that knife away." "Who your friend, Johnny?" "I'm no one, nigger." "I was just telling Johnny friend here it doesn't pay to be nosey." "There are no secrets in Brixton, Mr. Prison man." "Johnny, eh?" "No wonder you mind your own business, no?" "Judging by your friend there looks like your business could do with a wee bit of minding." "That's what I man do." "We don't let a little ting get in the way of market forces." "Grand I So why don't you take your dead friend there and your market forces and get the fuck out of my flat?" "You do what I and I say do, and I man say you get out of my ras house right now." "Vanish, Paddy man." "Vanish!" "Hold on, Julius." "This is my flat." "You've seen nothing and we've seen nothing." "End of story, okay?" "What my polite friend here is trying to say to you is that if you don't fuck off out of my face, me and the IPLA we'll see that you have a reunion with your wee friend." "Well, fuckin' ras man." "Listen to me, white bwoy." "This not Belfast, y'know." "Now I and I will have to teach you some manners." "Come on, then." "Bring it on, jiggy." "Which side are you on today, Johnny?" "Fuckin' ras." "Hear this." "Nuf respect goin' out to Brixton posse." "Goin' out to Paddy in a middle." "Goin' south to Julius posse." "House meeting In two minute." "Be there." "What the fuck Is going on?" "Shut up, Flynn." "Okay, you heard the man, Julius." "Ras wants to talk." "We talk." "King Rasta, seen?" "Let's be cool." "Give me that knife, Flynn." "What?" "Give me that knife." "Cool, Julius?" "Respec'." "Digs, Skip, get this mess outta I house." "Go on." "Go on, now!" "After you, my freedom fighting friend." "This is a fuckin' madhouse." "Gentlemen, what we have here is a dread situation." "We want the white bwoys out." "Quiet, pusher man." "You may be big in Babylon but I really hard man you are talk to." "Respect." "This is I and I scene." "Respect, man, respect." "Sparra, him dead." "Can do nothing about that." "Live by the drug, die by the drug." "With help from his friends." "Quiet, Paddy man!" "I'm talking!" "Tell ya rude boys off the street." "This is no place for a white-man war." "Tell 'em to come take them friend back to Ireland." "Brixton is crawling with cops at the moment." "Even market man here, he recognized me." "Julius, I'm say it one time." "Leave them be, and sistah Rita, too." "Johnny, your friend gone by tomorrow." "End of story." "C'mon, Flynn, you're seriously exposed here." "Jimmy?" "Yeah, It's me, Flynn." "We're more or less In the same place." "We need a lift." "I'm with an old friend." "You know some club called The Roxy?" "Yes." "C'mon!" "What time?" "Okay, be there." "Johnny, why did you leave?" "Just one question." "Answer me that." "One hour." "Aye, aye." "We're not Al-Qaeda." "They'll be phoning through the warning now." "Let's do this." "Oh, fuck." "Five minutes." "Change the timer." " It's an anti-tamper." " We've gotta do something I" "Four fuckin' minutes." "Four minutes?" "We've got to to clear the area." "We can't." "It's an accident." "It's collateral damage." "Collateral fuckin' damage?" "Yes." "Let's fucking go." "No, you go to hell, you mad bastard!" "See you there, Johnny." "Fuck off." "Don't touch that." "Just wanted to smoke." "It's not tobacco." "It's me ma." "What?" "They sent it to me after the funeral." "She wasn't very big, was she?" "Bless her." "So, why... why is Julius so afraid of that DJ upstairs?" "He's more than just a DJ." "He's the nearest thing Brixton had to a king." "Julius knows if he messes with him, he'll have no customers." "He's the king master." "There was a couple of those big-haired lads in the nick." "One of them tried to tell me that Emperor Haile Selasses was Jesus." "That's what they believe." "But I thought Jesus was Jesus." "Oh, I don't know." "My religion stops with Saint Jude." "The patron saint of bleeding' hopelessness." "He's still not listening if you're stuck between a pusher and a rasta." "Hey, guys!" "See what I found." "What do you think?" "Is this yours, Johnny?" "No, It was here when I moved in." "Yeah, sure." "It was." "Is this a private conversation or can anyone join in?" "We're just talking about old times." "Aye, the good old days." "Poor Johnny here went AWOL." "You can talk, Flynn." "You're the one who's AWOL now." "You just don't know the war's over." "Hold on to yer dreadlocks." "We'll be out of here soon." "Now, who's taking us to the meet?" "I reckon you two are all over the TV, so we've got to split up." "Mikey'll come with me and Nathan in the van." "You can go with Julius in the car." "Why the fuck would Julius wanna drive me?" "'Cause at this moment In time, Flynn, he's the only person in the world that wants you out of here more than me." "Very white of you to drive us to the meet, Julio." "My name is Julius." "Just 'cause the rasta man saved your white ass, don't think you can fuck wit me now." "I'll save the last dance for you." "Your friend needs some manners, Johnny." "Diplomacy never was his strong point, Julius." "Not like you, ey?" "Rita, where you goin'?" "I'll stay with the patient, yeah?" "When I was a kid growing up in Ireland," "I never thought too much about being Irish." "We got burnt out in Belfast." "When I was seven, me ma and da and I moved just to Kilburn." "You don't even have the accent." "Nah." "Had it kicked out of me as a kid in the play ground." "The more they kicked me, the more Irish I got." "London Irish." "You lot are madder than us." "As bad as the Yanks." "Yeah, I grew up with the Paddies calling me a Brit, and the Brits thinking I was a Paddy." "Why'd you even get involved in all of this?" "When I was 16, I worked in a chemist shop when Flynn showed up." "He took me to a few meetings," "Introduced me to a few players." "I suppose it was more exciting than filling up prescriptions at the time." "I'm sure." "What's your excuse?" "Hm." "I got caught dispensing to myself." "Oh." "Hey, Julius, what's up, bro?" "Your boyfriend's very popular here." "I know." "This is where I met Julius." "Very romantic." "Not really." "He used to be a dealer here." "What do you mean used to be?" "It got too hot with the drug squad." "Anyway, he's got employees for all that now, you know." "It's nice to hear an economic success story in these hard times." "I'm sure he'll get the Queen's award for export." "Irish exports like your mate that gives us all a bad name." "Your mates aren't exactly a good advert for the Jamaican tourist board, are they?" "At least they don't blow people up." "It wasn't all black and white." "It was for me." "Jimmy." "Long time no see." "Every time I'm out, you're in." "Who the fuck is this?" "This is Rita." "She's taking care of Michael." "He had a wee humpty dumpty." "He's out in the van." "She's looking after him." "Remember Johnny?" "I remember a lot of things." "That's why you're here." "You're like an old elephant." "Gonna get us out of this jungle." "You know, they don't sell Guinness here." "So I'd rather have a gin and tonic." "What are you having yourself?" "It's a long time since you disappeared, Johnny." "Come on, that..." "Shut it, Flynn." "These people none too happy with you, either." "How goes it, Johnny?" "Who are you working for these days?" "I'm not." "Am I supposed to believe that?" "Believe what you want." "I've been out five years and never opened my gob." "I'm not gonna start now." "Did you know your old mate Flynn was coming?" "Or did he just dropped in like?" "Bit of a surprise, yeah." "A surprise for us, too." "One hour's notice then Brixton's crawling with cops." "Some fuckin' coincidence." "I'm fuckin' out now." "I'm caught between fuckin' London Irish and London fuckin' Derry." "What's your problem?" "My problem, Flynn, Is that you've brought the law down around our necks." "We've already lost two safe houses in Kilburn thanks to you." "Now you show up with this fuckin' Judas." "You could always fuckin' talk." "Shit or you get off the fuckin' pot." "Are you gonna help or not?" "Still the hard man, ey Johnny?" "Lucky for you the Army Council's fighting bigger things than deserters like you." "Bollocks." "The other two can come with me." "Look guys, let's just order a drink before we go, okay?" "No need to cause all this trouble." "Let's get back to Kilburn." "Just because we're in a pigsty doesn't mean we have to roll around in the shite." "Cops." "Bastards." "Look, steady." "Don't be so paranoid." "It's not about us." "A special request goin' out to all the boys in blue." "Our Majesty's Metropolitan Police." "The warehouse at 6:00." "Be there or you're on your own." "More fire." "More fire!" "Time for a dance?" "London boys don't dance." "Pretend it's a jig." "Keep going." "You could do better than them, you know." "Somewhere new." "Someone new." "What?" "Like a runaway Paddy in a flat with no furniture, no money, no gear, and a bunch of bombers for mates?" "Guess it don't sound so good when you put it like that." "Let's do this." "There you go, gents." "Three pound fifty on the meter, not including the tip and twelve years waiting time." "I seem to have come out without my wallet." "But rest assured I'll think of you every time I wear my black beret." "Yeah, and I'll think of you every time I'm chopping fish." "So..." "Come up to Kilburn with us." "Meet some of the boys." "Your boys don't know the laws of gravity, Flynn." "If I go up, I might not come back down." "That's history." "We're history." "Only you won't lie down." "You speak for yourself." "I have plans." "And what about staying out?" "Out of prison and out of the game?" "Never." "See you around, Johnny." "Nice day for an excursion." "Why couldn't they have just picked us up at the fuckin' madhouse?" "Good question." "Jimmy." "How's the craic?" "Did your mother knit that hat?" "What's up?" "Sorry, Flynn, change of plans." "You're hurting my feelings now, Jimmy." "Can you just get us our of here, please?" "Do you mind the time that you and I we took out that armored van?" "Good times, Flynn." "You were good." "It needn't be this way." "All I need is a few good men." "Put it down." "You could never shoot straight, anyway." "Things change." "Cheerio." "What the fuck is going on?" "Wrong side of the split." "Johnny was right." "We're on the fuckin' wrong side." "Stay down and you stay calm." "What now?" "How the fuck would I know?" "Get out." "It's my bloody van." "It's my bloody mess." "Now, get out." "Some mate." "Bring me back my van!" "Get in!" "Come on!" "Get in!" "When I tell ya get out of my house," "I tell ya or I'll have to show ya." "Take it easy, Julius." "Things didn't work out." "Either them leave now or leave like Sparra." "Oh, come on." "Come on I" "Come, my fuckin' knacker." "Come at Julius." "This not fuckin' Ireland now." "This is Babylon, bwoy." "Julius, respect." "Things don't have to be like this." "You and I, we've more in common than you think." "Let me tell you a story." "I remember a time when there were signs all over London saying, " No blacks, no Irish, and no dogs."" "They told jokes about Paddy the Irishman, Englishman and Scotsman." "Now, this is a story about three Irishmen and a Jamaican." "The Jamaican throws the three Irishmen out on the street." "The streets of Brixton and Stalkwell swarming with security and police." "Sergeant Plodd, he stops public enemies one, two, and three." "How soon, boys and girls, do you think it is before Sergeant Plodd comes knocking on Mr. Drug Dealer's door?" "Fuckin' Irish." "Ya always tellin' 'em tales, eh?" "Ya story's written on pencil." "How about I erase it, huh?" "One, two, three." "Crick, crack, just like that." "End of story." "Well, I can give you one very good reason." "I can make you a very, very, very rich man." "Rita!" "Get your ass out here." "Come." "Go fix the boy's leg now." "Go on." "Come, star." "Tell I more a them tales." "Come here, rude boy." "Get me a scotch." "Shame it isn't Irish." "Sure you guys, you guys have a tricolor as well, don't ya?" "Red, gold, and green." "We're green, white, and gold." "Same difference." "What ya think?" "Looking good, star." "Keep it." "What's the story, Paddy man?" "How can I put this?" "How many drug dealers your size are there selling over the river?" "Twenty?" "Now, with respect, your wee lads here they just don't have the muscle." "What if I was to arrange for five or six of your competitors to go up in smoke in a series of unfortunate minor gas explosions?" "What ye want?" "Money." "And guns." "And each new territory that we bring to your firm we get fifty per cent." "Partners." "We do the first explosion for nothing as a free sample." "Interesting." "He needs a doctor." "No chance." "I've got something I could give him." "What?" "Heroin?" "That's great." "He forgets about his ankle for five minutes and ends up a junkie, like you." "We're supposed to help him, you know, not give him more problems." "He's in pain." "What have you got?" "I've got a conscience." "But I and I have a bigger problem." "The man I kill was the chemist." "We've got plenty a drugs but we got no one to cut it." "Chemist?" "Julius, my old friend and business partner." "This might be your lucky day." "Not bad for scotch." "Nice air conditioning." "Thanks." "There's, uhm, a hole in your fish, too." "Oh, no shit." "I've got to take my auntie to the tabernacle on Sunday in this thing." "Hello auntie." "Me jus' come from rescue some terrorists, but make yourself comfy and don't mind them bullet hole." "I'll pay for it." "Too bloody right you will." "Don't call them terrorists." "No?" "Is this a normal day at the office for you?" "Used to be." "Bloody great." "We're all gonna end up in Brixton nick with your not terrorists mates and me, the first black Provo." "I've to get these two out of Brixton." "Are the road blocks still up?" "Yeah." "The coppers are all over the station and the market." "How about they just walk out?" "Michael'll never make it." "Look, I've gotta get back in there." "I've got to see what Flynn's up to with Julius." "I bet he weren't pleased to see you back." "Fuck the Yardie man." "He can put up with it." "Yardie?" "Yardie my ass." "What do you mean?" "He's a local boy." "He used to deal in my school play ground." "So where'd he get the accent?" "On holiday." "Through his cousins In Kingston." "Him come back speakin' like nat'ral Yard man." "That's why him a-skeared a Ras, because Ras is the real ting." "King Rasta, seen?" "Slippery bastard." "How's the patient?" "He looks so young." "Not much younger than you." "Yeah." "You're a good nurse." "I was a crap nurse, actually." "Why d'ya say that?" "I worked on the one-for-you one-for-me basis with pain killers." "Just as well they sacked me before I hurt someone." "Did you ever try not using?" "Did you ever tried not being a gunman?" "Yeah, but it sort of follows you around, you know." "The same with smack." "At least it makes the world go away." "But there's better ways of doing that." "What?" "Hiding in this place?" "No." "Trying to make a future." "Do you reckon people can change?" "Of course they can." "They change for the worst all the time, so I'm sure they can change for the better." "Why don't you get out and leave all this shit behind?" "That's like the pot calling the kettle black." "I wouldn't last two minutes without him." "Ras, can I ask you a question?" "Talk to me, man." "What would you do If you had to make a decision between being loyal to the past or trying to make a future?" "If a man ain't got no roots, he don't have no future." "He got to have roots to hold onto." "What is it for you?" "Jah Rastafari." "Lion of Judah." "Did I ever tell ya, your Lion of Judah stayed in the same place as I did when I was on holidays as a kid in Ireland?" "We used to go to this wee seaside village for two weeks to get away from Belfast." "I was only five." "I was messing around on the beach and looked up and there he was." "What?" "A vision ting?" "He was there." "Big old grey bearded man." "There was something amazing about him." "Tell me more." "He was black." "Black as the ace of spades, me dad said after." "He was the first black man I'd ever seen." "Oh, this ting a dread omen." "Good omen or bad?" "Your omen." "Your move." "Johnny bwoy!" "Where you goin'?" "To the chemist to get some painkillers for Michael." "No star, we don't need no outside chemist now." "Why's that?" "Your brother Flynn tell I and I a secret." "Him tell me I a chemist." "You know I need a chemist and you not tell me no, huh?" "Coulda save da some haggravation." "Coulda been sweet." "Your chemist friend tell me he need you help him set up a lab." "Go, show I man some action." "We're on business now." "Cool." "Where a woman?" "Upstairs asleep." "Go show her." "What about the painkillers?" "Go on." "Cool." "Fuckin' smack head." "Bwoy, lucky him not hurt." "I find a man on a bed wit Rita and him not hurt." "I hurt him." "Are you trying to get us fuckin' killed?" "No, I'm trying to save your yellar ass and mine and Michael's." "You're not a chemist." "No, but you are." "He was gonna have us whacked." "Now we've got something he wants." "I get my guns, I get my money." "You get us out of your life over a little Hocus Pocus." "No drugs." "You know how I feel about drugs." "I'll get you out of here, but I'm not cutting any drugs." "You're the pro." "You get us out of here." "You'll do it, or I will tell Julius that your black beauty has been dispensing more than aspirin." "It would be a shame to see her face all messed up now, wouldn't it?" "You ever lay a finger on her and I'll fuckin' kill ya!" "What hap'nin' bwoys?" "Nothing, Julius, just a little accident." "Some glass here." "Sparra no do like this." "I was just thinking the same thing myself." "What kind of weird chemist was Sparra?" "Sparra was cool." "Sparra was me nephew." "Him just got greedy." "Alright, Julius." "No problem." "This will take a while, so just leave us to it." "That's right, just take a while." "How many heads have you crushed so far?" "That's three so far." "Doesn't seem very much for all of that." "How is it goin', bwoys?" "What ratio do you want this cut at?" "Sparra's ratio." "He was about one to four." "One to four." "That is very pure." "Why don't we try one to five?" "That way there's more for you and less chance O D's?" "Righteous!" "It's good." "It's good, star." "Now, put a thing in a bags." "Somebody come back for more action." "Don't keep 'em waiting." "I'm gonna leave it to Flynn." "After all, he's the pro." "I'm gonna check on Michael." "That's funny." "You a chemist and me a nurse." "We could open up a hospital." "Ah, sistah Rita." "How is my little sweet Miss Florence Nightingale?" "I and I have something sweet for the sister." "That's real power." "Market forces." "At least we've got rid of Julio for half an hour." "Let's just get out now." "Now you're talking." "Look, what about His Master's Voice?" "Leave him to me." "I've got a wee surprise for Julio." "I don't want to know." "I'll phone Nathan." "We leave in 20 minutes." "Say no more." "Fucking nice one!" "You and your mate, you're celebrities, ey?" "Very funny, Digsie." "Look, I need a tester for this new batch." "But I warn you." "It's really good shit." "Nice gesture." "Bon appetite." "It looks good." "No sign of Julio back yet?" "A spare head here." "You know what that means?" "What?" "You won't be needing yours." "So, where is it?" "(Johnny knocking at the door] Rita." "Johnny I" "Rita, please." "Johnny, were the fuck are you?" "Just come with me." "Let's go." "Good bye, Rita." "For fuck sake, Johnny." "Jesus, Johnny!" "Fuck sake." "Johnny!" "What kind of criminal is this guy?" "Where's the guns, where's the fucking money?" "I know you know." "Alright." "If I tell you where the money is, you give me your word you disappear." "Call it quits." "End of story." "Not even a post card." "My word." "Behind that skirting board." "Good man, Johnny." "And they say crime doesn't pay." "Johnny man I" "Mickey's in the back." "Let's get out of here before he starts broadcasting this on radio bollocks." "Come woman." "Don't be afraid." "Come." "Come." "I go out." "I deal up, I deal down." "Then a customers start drop like dead flies from bad drugs." "Me come back, the white bwoys gone." "And money gone!" "Digs head all mash up and me poor Rita not dead from the bad drug!" "Just one question." "What am you still doin' alive, uh?" "I didn't take them." "What, what did ya say?" "Ya nah take it!" "Junkie Rita not taken it." "Same junkie Rita who nah las' five minutes without a fix, huh?" "Same junkie Rita who nah take it 'cause she know it was shit up front." "Because her white man Paddy boyfriend told her so, huh?" "You broke my fuckin' heart." "What do you pretend, Yardie wanker?" "You touch her again I swear I will..." "The cops are all over it." "Let's just face it, Flynn, it's the end of the fuckin' line." "Flynn, I'm done." "I wanna go back." "That geezer owes me 50 p." "Oi." "Come here you." "How do I get Into the station?" "This is 50 p." "For a wee cup of tea." "Come on now." "I gave you 50 p." "The other day." "In fact, I gave you a pound." "Hold on, he's alright." "Listen mate, you owe this geezer 50 p." "Yeah?" "Jesus, I have no money!" "No, It's alright." "Listen, can you show us another way into the station?" "And then you quits, alright?" "Okay." "Well, how?" "Go through the entrance." "Oh, fuckin' grand." "Why didn't I think of that?" "This guy makes two fuckin' short planks seem like a fuckin' computer." "Which fuckin' entrance?" "My entrance." "Digs, man, Digs!" "You gonna meet your damnation in the next world, but you tell I and I the true right now." "Where him keep the weapon?" "There, in the kitchen." "You're alright, Michael." "Think of all the great stories you're gonna get to tell to your wee grandchildren." "If we don't get out of this, I won't be telling any more fuckin' stories." "Well done, Johnny." "Another soul saved from eternal damnation." "Trouble is you could never save your own." "Let's just go." "Aye, come on." "Jesus, Mikey!" "Do you wanna stay here and become a proper junkie?" "Well, if you do, just don't take any of that stuff I cooked up." "What?" "Yeah." "That was my wee surprise." "I didn't cut one to five." "In fact, I didn't fuckin' cut it at all." "That's very clever, you mad bastard." "You know you're gonna kill people!" "That's the general idea, your highness!" "I hope I've killed half his fuckin' customers by now I" "Then we'll see what that fuckin' gold tooth bollocks feels about that!" "Jesus Christ." "He gave it to Rita." "How does it feel, Flynn, not to give a shite about anyone?" "It feels fuckin' great!" "And that was your problem." "All talking, not enough shooting." "You didn't fuckin' leave because of high moral values." "You left because you were fuckin' scared I" "Stop!" "For fuck's sake stop!" "No, he's right." "He's fuckin' right." "I was scared!" "I was scared of ending up like him!" "Johnny." "The light, cover me." "Go, go, go." "Come on I" "Come on, keep going I" "Keep going." "Oh, shit!" "Another satisfied customer, Flynn." "Just natural fuckin' wastage." "This is it!" "Got a chain." "Flynn, get something to fuck the chain off." "Mikey, get up here." "Got a saw." "Come on!" "Should've had this in the nick." "I'll keep watching out." "Hey, Johnny, your friend Julio's back." "Hey, Julius!" "Yeah, man?" "How is your business doing?" "It was a good Idea to come down here." "It'll give you an early retirement, you bastard!" "Is that true what Nathan said about you being a Yardle man?" "Really, you're a fuckin' Croydon wide boy." "Is that's so?" "Yeah man." "Nathan don't talk no shit no more." "Me mash him up real good I Like I'm gonna mash you I" "Hey, Johnny bwoy." "I killed we friend Nathan." "Me cut him like a fish." "And you're next." "After we kill you and your story man, we're going home and me gonna kill that traitor bitch Rita." "Me gonna slice her really nice, huh?" "She's still alive." "Johnny bwoy!" "Hey, Julius, you're friendly mucker." "Let me tell you a story." "No more stories, star." "Give me I money and I'll let ya go." "I've got it right here." "We'll both come out real slow." "Alright by me." "And keep your weapon low." "We not want no accident to happen now, do we, star?" "Here you are." "Flynn, come on!" "They're all in there, man." "Peace, my brother." "Fuckin' marvelous." "We're back were we started." "Get back!" "It's Ras." "What the fuck is going on?" "Maybe he's planning an outside broadcast." "Thus sayeth the Lord, Lion of Judah," "Rastafari, King of Kings, Selasse Hai!" "Until the color of a man's skin is no more significant than the color of his eyes, there will always be war!" "Until there is no more first or second-class citizens In any nation, there will always be war." "They say peace!" "They say peace!" "They say peace!" "End of talking!" "Let's go." "Let's hope these trains are still running." "They'd better bloody be." "We will make no distinction between the terrorists who commit these acts and those who harbor them." "The Lialson Organization which acts above the law." "An organization that acts without fear." "Fuck's sake, Flynn, how long is the train gonna be?" "Oh, about 60 yards, wee Mikey." "Hang in there, kid." "We'll be in Kilburn soon." "There's people who know which side they're on." "This stuff is worn off." "What happening' bwoys?" "Guns." "Both of them." "Real slow." "Go on, go on." "End of the line for we, eh bwoys?" "Story man, tell me this." "Why you wanna kill our customer?" "Kill our business?" "It's truly personal." "I don't like you." "I need the money." "Market fuckin' forces." "You call it what you like." "Let Johnny go." "Johnny bwoy." "He didn't do anything." "We've all done something, Johnny bwoy." "Okay, come on." "Alright, boys and girls." "All change." "This train is reserved for me, Michael and the money." "Now get off." "Get the fuck off!" "At least you get a chance to stay in Brixton." "Even if it is just a prison bit." "Okay, Flynn." "Get off." "Fight your own war, Flynn." "Fuck you." "Get off!" "Get on, Rita." "You gonna use that or you gonna wave it around like a spare fuckin' prick?" "No more bodies." "Use it, right there." "I fuckin' dare ya." "Back off!" "Go on." "Good bye, Rita." "Hey, Johnny, you're a bigger fuckin' Idiot than I thought you were." "You know, Johnny, when I was on the inside, I used to defend you." "I used to say, "Johnny's okay." "Johnny is good." "Johnny is a hero!"" "But I was wrong." "Johnny was!" "Alright, Johnny, you idiot." "Someone who doesn't believe in drugs or violence, you're not doing too good, are ya?" "All services are suspended until further notice." "Either way, Flynn." "Fuck you." "Why didn't you leave with the girl and Michael when you had a fuckin' chance?" "I've had enough of running." "I'm tired." "Well, you're gonna have plenty of time to lie down now." "Not far to go." "About five minutes." "Five minutes?" "You're gonna get about fuckin' twenty years." "Best laid plans of mice and men." "All Julio was gonna do with the money was buy more bling." "I was gonna restart the war against the Brits and the cops and the Jimmy Nolans of this world." "Some list you got there, Flynn." "Who are you really fighting for?" "I do it for myself and for the craic." "I can't let the Jews, Pakies and fuckin' Yanks have all the fun and glory." "I do it..." "I wanna be the last man standing." "I do it for myself." "Funny that." "What?" "That's what I've been trying to get away from." "Do you remember the girl that was painting before the bomb?" "She looked up and smiled straight in my eyes." "I don't remember that girl." "It pays not to think in this game." "That's why I always come out on top." "It wasn't just her, anyway." "It was all of them." "All the ones before." "All the ones after." "All the ones on their side." "All the ones on our side." "Don't you feel it?" "Feel?" "Feel what?" "All that weight." "All those wasted lives." "For what?" "That's why it's gotta stop." "I'll tell ya what's a fucking waste." "It's letting these fuckin' cops get the money." "At least you could've given it to your girl." "I did." "End of the line, Flynn." "Radio Ras signing off In a national anthem style." "Radio Ras signing off In a national anthem style." "To those outside or behind a locked door," "I and I say peace!"