Shifty (2008) - full transcript
Shifty, a young crack cocaine dealer in London, sees his life quickly spiral out of control when his best friend returns home. Stalked by a customer desperate to score at all costs, and with his family about to turn their back on him for good, Shifty must out-run and out-smart a rival drug dealer, intent on setting him up for a big fall. As his long time friend Chris, confronts the dark past he left behind him, Shifty is forced to face up to the violent future he's hurtling towards.
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HE SNORTS
Fuckin' hell!
You're a bit early, mate.
Shifty.
Yes, rude boy.
Are you all right, geezer?
Yeah, yeah, I'm sweet, I'm sweet.
Come in. Come in.
Fuck, yeah, it's good to see you, man!
It's good to see you too.
Come on. Oh, shit!
- Are you all right, son?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
Yeah, I just needed to splash my face, you know, freshen up a bit.
- Why, ain't you slept?
- Have I fuck!
- Neither have I, man. I've just come back from some girl's yard.
- You've got a bird?
- Nah, nah. Just some fuckin' booty call.
What, Break Glass Arse?
Yeah, you know it, mate. In case of emergencies.
Is she fit?
- What?
- Is she fit?
Yeah, she's all right.
She's got a massive pair of Garys, basically.
- Oh, man, you always loved your titties, bruv.
- You know it.
- Mate, do you mind? These are halal sausages.
- No, no, that's sweet, mate. Whatever.
- So what was it? Just one bus, was it?
- Yeah.
- DOOR OPENS
- Oh, no, sorry, two. I had to change at Luton.
Luton?
Yeah.
- That's a bit random, innit?
- Tell me about it!
Mate, I've just got a few things I've got to do today, yeah?
You can stay here if you want or, um...
just come with me. It's up to you.
Whatever.
Mate, does your brother know you keep those here?
You ain't worried?
Mate, he only eats vegetables when they're in a Pot Noodle. Yeah?
She's living like a drifter. No, she's split with Stefan. Sort of.
She's at Mike's in the week, then she goes back to Stefan's at the weekend with the kids.
Yeah, I know.
Yeah, well...
Katie, darling, keep it on the page.
Freddie, eat.
Babe!
No, I know.
FRONT DOOR SLAMS
Nick, listen, can I just give you a call back?
STARTS ENGINE
- Motherfucker, the return of the gora!
- How are you doin', Rez?
- Good to see you, mate.
- I thought I could hear voices.
- I thought he'd brought a rent boy home again.
- Shut up, you prick!
You look like a rent boy.
What are you talking about?
That top cost more than my education.
- My pants cost more than your education.
- That's cold-blooded.
SPEAKS IN URDU
- Oh, what?
- I take it this is a one-off?
You know what? I'm feeling emotional.
Gay boy's back, you've cooked me breakfast. Bring me my camera. Where's my camera?
- You mean MY camera?
- Yeah, bring me my camera.
Tuck in then, man.
Bob?
- Bob?
- No, no, no, no.
- Bob...
- No, Trevor.
- Just hear me out.
- Get out of my office.
- I've paid out on all the materials. I've lost money here.
- You should have thought about that before bringing drugs on to our site.
- You owe me money.
- I owe you fuck-all.
- You owe me my fucking money.
- Phone the Old Bill.
- And I'll tell 'em why you got kicked off the fucking job!
- Bob, please.
- Fuck off, Trevor!
- Bob!
- Bob, I need this money.
- Lou, what's happening about that job?
- We need to move the perimeter a metre.
- Bob!
- Yeah, but I haven't done...
- Be fair, mate.
- Hold on. Thanks for coming in. We'll be in touch.
Go on.
Do you think I've put on weight?
What?
Do you think I've put on weight?
- I don't know. Not really.
- I told you I hadn't put on that much weight.
- Yeah, good one(!)
- So how long since you've been back?
- Four years?
Is that the last time I saw you? Fuckin' hell!
Yeah. Was it? Yeah, about four years ago, I think.
- Where are you living?
- Manchester.
- What are you doing?
- What, work-wise? I'm in recruitment.
- Good money?
- I do all right, yeah.
- How much?
- Enough.
- You need to get this gadha some work. Four A-levels and no job!
- I pay you fucking rent, don't I?
- Girlfriend?
- No, not yet.
- Gay?
- No. You?
- For your information, no, I'm not.
- But Shifty is.
- Jokes! What have you got, man? Rent or mortgage?
Fucking hell, what is this, a tag team?
- Mortgage.
- That's nice.
- Yeah, man, mature.
So why did you leave without saying goodbye to my brother?
Rez, man...
No, I'm only joking.
- No, but, seriously, why?
- Leave him alone.
I need info, man. You see, I'm like a sponge. Do you know what I mean? I'm like a flannel.
- I invited him to a party.
- Whose party?
- Rachel's.
- Rachel who?
- Rachel Price.
- Who?
Mate, you remember Rachel? Rachel and Serena?
Right.
SNORTS LOUDLY
- You remember Rachel. You lunged her at Jazzbo Brown's.
- Bullshit!
- You went in for the kill
- and she leant away like she was doing the fucking limbo!
- What?
- Her ponytail swept the floor.
- You need to get your facts straight. She lunged ME!
- You couldn't remember who she was five minutes ago!
- I wouldn't mind if he did it discreetly, but he fucking lunged her from three feet away!
- Whoa!
- Yeah, you remember!
- Oh, mate!
'Leave me a message. I'll get back to you when as I can.'
- You can come if you want.
- I really feel like it now. Fuckin' hell!
KNOCK AT DOOR You'd better get that. It might be your Viagra delivery.
- Trevor.
- All right, mate?
So?
What?
Come on then. Why are you back? Really?
Because of the party.
I've been tryin' to bell you, geezer, but your phone's off.
Yeah, yeah, I know, mate.
What do you want, Trevor?
There's been hundreds of parties. What's so special about this one?
I don't know. I just...
I wanted to see Shifty, didn't I?
You still haven't paid me from last time.
Be fair. I've probably put your fucking kids through college. You know what I mean?
Mate, keep your voice down.
Meet me up at the top of the road by the postbox.
Mate, you're a fucking diamond.
For some reason, I don't know why,
- he still thinks of you as his best mate.
- Yeah.
Why don't you try acting like one?
Trevor, don't ever fucking come to my house again!
Yeah, all right.
Fucking mug!
- Who was that?
- Nothing. A geezer wanted to talk to me about a job.
- What job?
- Labouring.
- What did you say?
I said I'll think about it!
- Oh, Shafiq...
- What?
- Mum and Dad's.
- Do me a fucking favour!
- Just fucking do it!
CONVERSATION IN URDU
- Nine.
- You can be there by seven.
THEY ARGUE IN URDU
Just fucking be there, right?
I'm fuckin' bustin' my gun!
Actually, you know what, mate? Let's go the back way.
Yeah.
- Are we going to go and see your mum and dad later?
- No.
- I just heard...
- No, it's...
- Sorry, I wasn't being nosey. I just heard Rez.
No, mate. They've ignored me for about a year.
You're joking?
No, mate. My mum slams the phone down when she hears my voice.
My dad crosses the road when he sees me on the street. Now they summon me for some fucking job interview!
- For what?
- I don't know. They want me to meet a stuck-up Paki who'll look at me like a lost fucking cause!
- Are you going to go?
- Am I fuck!
SOUND OF MOTOR-RACING GAME ON COMPUTER
TYRES SCREECH IN COMPUTER GAME
Give me a minute, mate.
- Are you all right, man?
- Come here.
Fuckin' rag-head!
Have you been on the 'roids, mate?
- You're looking bigger.
- No, I haven't, mate.
- Getting ready for a revolution?
- Yeah, just a small one.
- We'd better be careful then.
We've got the Taliban in town.
Yeah, you know, mate. Full force.
- Are you all right, mate?
- All right?
- Who's that then?
- Relax, man. He's just an old mate of mine.
Don't bring any fucking muppets to the party. At least give us a call first, a fucking heads-up. All right?
Yeah.
Yeah?
Yeah, mate.
So I've got a message for you.
Magnus wants you to call him tonight.
Magnus never wants me to fucking call him.
I don't know.
- Where's the gear?
- Lenny's got it.
- Are you all right, Lenny?
- All right, mate?
- You all right, Loretta?
- All right, Shifty?
I know you from somewhere.
- Sorry?
- You.
I fucking know you from somewhere. It's just...
No, thanks, I don't smoke.
I do.
I don't know.
You used to knock out pills, didn't ya?
- Yeah, now and again.
- Yeah.
Yeah, you used to go out with that Serena Ellis bird.
A few years ago now, mate.
Yeah, well, you'd hope so. She's dead.
All done?
- Don't go blowing up any tube trains, will ya?
- I'll try, Glen.
Are you all right, mate?
Yeah, I'm fine.
No, what happened, what did he say?
Look, don't worry about it.
I'm cool. It's all right.
Sweet.
- That was Loretta Martin in that motor, weren't it?
- Yeah, yeah, it was.
Fucking hell!
I used to fancy her rotten when we were at school.
SHIFTY LAUGHS
Yeah, mate, I remember.
She fuckin'... She loves a wrong 'un though, doesn't she?
Mate, she fuckin' loves it.
What happened to her face?
Glen, I think. Injected her with some cocktail?
I don't know. Smack, I think it was.
He passed out, then she passed out.
But apparently, she was lying up against the side of a radiator.
The fucking thing comes on full whack. She was so out of it, didn't realise the fucking thing was on.
The paramedics had to peel her off.
Jesus Christ!
PHONE RINGS
'Leave me a message. I'll get back to you when I can.'
What the fuck is that?
- What?
- That thing over there.
Fuck knows.
Come on.
What does it fucking do?
- Grab the other end.
- You grab it.
All right, hold on.
Fucking hell!
- Shit!
- Go on!
Bollocks!
Fucking hell!
Oi!
Fuck!
Oh, fuck!
Fuck!
- Fucking cat lovers!
- I know.
I can't stand people who feed their cats fucking red snapper or goose liver
because they say the thing's fussy.
- It's a fucking cat!
- Wait till you see this.
Starve the thing for a week and it'll eat a condom. You know what I mean?
Give me a dog any day of the week.
- You've had enough.
- Jokes.
Come on, Val!
KNOCKS ON DOOR
What's she doing?
DOOR OPENS
He's, uh... He's cool. We go way back. So, you know, he's cool.
How are you doing?
Yeah, hi.
I came by yesterday, but you weren't in.
- When?
- It must have been about two in the afternoon.
I was in all day.
- You must have been sleeping.
- No.
No, I was awake. I didn't sleep.
I don't know.
Are you sure it wasn't 2.30?
Yeah, it may have been.
I was on the balcony at 2.30.
But I was in here at two o'clock.
I'll make some tea.
Yeah, that'll be sweet.
DRUM'N'BASS MUSIC STARTS POUNDING
RATTLING
Oi, geezer!
Give me a minute, man.
MUSIC STILL POUNDING
SWITCHES MUSIC OFF
- You all right, mate?
- All right, mate?
- What's your name?
- Otis.
- Otis?
- Yeah.
Where do you get your weed from, Otis?
Oh, um...
- My mate was here earlier. He must have left it.
- Where do you get your fucking weed from, rude boy?
I get it from this geezer.
Glen Dowdy.
No, you don't.
- No, I do. I swear his name's Glen. Isn't his name Glen?
- Yeah, I think so.
From now on you get your weed from me.
At half the price.
You need to keep this noise down for me, yeah?
Yeah?
Yeah, all right. Yeah.
If I hear one single complaint from next door, I'll come back in here,
I'll take your TV, your stereo and I'll shove 'em up your bird's arse!
- Do you understand me?
- Yeah.
- All right.
- I'm sorry about the music. If I'd known it was too loud...
- Don't worry about it. That's my number.
Give me a bell when you want some more weed. Half price. Right, Otis?
- Cool.
- Right, girl?
Yeah.
DOOR SLAMS
That was all a bit fucking surreal.
What do you mean?
I can't believe you just sold crack to Miss Marple and struck a deal with Blazin' Squad.
How old is she?
About 60?
Mate, she's been doing drugs longer than we've been alive, yeah?
Do you reckon?
When did you start knocking out?
What?
Crack.
About three and a half, four years ago. When did you stop knocking out pills?
When do you think?
Do you get involved?
- No. Have you?
- No, fuck that!
Do you want to buy some?
Yeah, only if I get a fucking discount!
I'll charge you wholesale, man. I've got family in Pakistan. I need money for plane ticket.
Prick!
Now I'm going to do a pink one.
PHONE RINGS
Yeah?
- 'Where's the credit card?'
- What for?
I want to book a hire car.
'We don't need one.'
How are we going to get about with two kids?
- We'll get taxis.
- 'It will be cheaper if we hire a car.'
- Jasmine, we're not getting a hire car.
Don't ruin this for me, Trevor.
- 'What do you mean?'
- Just don't ruin this holiday for me.
- 'Are you still there?'
- Yeah.
- Where are you?
- Where do you think I am? I'm on site.
'It doesn't sound like it.'
- Babe, look, I've got to go.
- 'What am I going to do about this car?'
Babe, I've got to go. Bob's calling me. We'll talk about it later. I'll call you.
Did you tell Rachel?
- What?
- About me.
No, no, I didn't.
Mate, I thought it'd be a surprise.
Mate, it'll be fine.
Who else is going to be there?
I don't know. A lot of her new mates. I don't know many of them.
- What's the plan? Are we going to go and see your mum and dad first?
- No.
You should go, mate, see what they've got to say.
I thought you worked in recruitment.
- What?
- When did you become a family fucking liaison?
What are you talking about, you nutter? I was just saying!
Look, mate, I'm going to be stuck in some fucking warehouse, looking after 20 Bengalis,
knocking out dodgy Fruit of the Looms. I know exactly who they want me to meet.
It might not be. It might be some sweet little earner in the city.
- I've got a sweet little earner here.
- But you won't be sweating bullets every time the doorbell goes.
You ain't knocking out weed any more. This ain't college. You know what I mean? You're in deep, bruv.
- That shit will put you down for life.
- Only if you get caught.
Oi, Malik!
Fucking hell, Shifty! Are you all right, bruv? I didn't even clock you.
- What's going on?
- Long story, geezer. All right, mate?
- All right?
- This is Chris, an old mate of mine.
- Someone's got to be!
- Where are you going? Where are you running?
- Do you remember I was telling you about my pal Craig?
- No.
- The geezer who's seeing Desmond Dodge's sister.
- Yeah, small Craig.
Remember I told you he had the job at the fucking storage warehouse?
- Yeah, go on.
- Craig tells me every Friday on the fucking dot, a delivery is made of this top electrical gear.
Cheers, mate.
So, every Friday, they make this fucking drop-off,
but because the lorries can't reverse into the courtyard, something to do with the angle of the fucking gates,
they leave all these crates sitting on the fucking road!
- Are you on their way now?
- I drummed the place ten minutes ago, blood!
No, no. The forklift went inside with the first batch, so I nipped in, started whacking in the gear.
- Turns out they've another fucking forklift!
- What are you running for?
They caught me in the middle of loading up.
I'll do you a right good deal. I'll sort you right out, proper.
SIREN WAILS
Back, back, back! Back!
Why the fuck am I running?
Fuck it!
What's the matter? What's the matter?
Mate, I'm telling you...
This is no way to live.
Oh, fuck!
Man, I'm serious.
You need to get away from this shit.
Come and live with me for a bit.
I'm serious, mate.
You'd love Manchester. It's full of fitness.
Mate, I can't just fuck off, yeah?
Yeah, you can.
Yeah, but I wouldn't though, would I, mate?
Besides, I don't want to. I'm perfectly happy where I am.
If Manchester's so full of gal, how come you ain't got a bird yet?
I've been on enough dates.
Some of them are fucking lovely.
I just haven't been able to get my head around it ever since Serena.
Mate, that was four years ago.
Did you go to the funeral?
Yeah, of course I did, man.
Did anybody say anything?
About what?
- About me.
- Yeah.
- A lot of people were saying a lot of shit about both of us.
- Like what?
- Just rumours, mate.
You know what I mean? Just fucking bullshit.
What did people say when I left?
Mate, I don't know, but whatever people are saying about you, they're saying about me.
Fuck this!
I'm going to get fucking lick-shot tonight!
Yeah, you know it.
Fucking back to mine, bit of munch, couple of Paul Wellers.
Yeah, let's get a bottle of whisky.
- Fuck that!
- Why not?
- Because you always kick off.
- I don't.
- Last time you had a bottle of whisky, you pissed on my leg.
- Bollocks!
- In a nightclub.
- Fuck off!
- In front of a bouncer.
- Oh, yeah, I remember.
- You crackhead!
Look, I've got one more drop-off to do, then we can chill out, yeah?
Sweet.
'Magnus? It's Glen, mate.'
No, I'm good. How are you? I put the word out about that thing.
I've got a pretty good idea about what's going on.
Yeah. It's Shifty, mate.
I know. Little f... Yeah, definitely.
Definitely. To be honest, I could have told you that in the first place.
I'm not fucking cutting the gear up, mate, and Lenny's not cutting it up. Look at the fucking state of him.
Yeah.
I-I know. I mean...
They're all on the make. He's a Paki. He'd sell his sister for a set of rims.
No, I spoke with him. I told him what I'd heard and he told me to go fuck myself, the little prick.
He wants to speak to you himself.
I know. Look, mate, he's getting out of hand, Magnus. Something has to be done.
No! NO!
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Aargh!
Fuck! Aargh!
Fucking...!
Argh!
'Ken? It's Trevor.'
Yeah, I'm all right, mate.
Em, no, not for about a week. Listen, I can't get hold of Shifty.
No, no, no, he's a nightmare. You ain't got any various, have you?
You're fucking dry?
Ah... I know, I know! But I can't get hold of him!
Yeah, yeah, all right, mate.
But if you see him, yeah, get him to call me. Yes.
Yeah, cheers.
So how much do you want?
Em...two.
Two.
Actually, no. Fuck it. It's Friday, yeah?
Make it three, yeah? Make it three.
- How about four?
- Yeah, right.
Do me a favour. Fucking hell. Jesus Christ.
- Right, em, that's an eighth.
- Cheers.
HORN BLARES Fuckin' hell, Trevor!
- You seen Shifty?
- Earlier. Why?
- When?
- This morning. Why?
- Jump in, will you? Show me where to find him.
- I'm on the way to see me bird.
- It'll only be ten minutes.
- I don't think Shifty wants to see me.
- Get in the fucking van, Malik!
RINGING So...how's business?
Yeah, it's good, man. It's good. It's thriving.
You know, I was reading this... article the other day that said...
now is a really good time to be in the drugs trade because the government have the War On Terror
and no one gives a fuck about drugs any more.
- Yeah, but he's a Muslim drug dealer.
- So he's fucked either way!
Hardy fucking har(!) Wankers.
I've got to say, Trevor, I don't know for definite where he's gonna be.
He could be fucking anywhere. Do you know what I mean? He's...
Have you tried his house?
Of course you've tried it. You have. Of course.
If you follow it down, we might see one of his pals. I don't really...
- Stop looking at me and look at the fucking road!
- All right. How's the kids? All right?
That's all right, innit?
- Is that...is that the kids?
- Put it down, Malik.
- That's Blair's. He could be there, mate.
- Blair?
Yeah, Blair. Go back to Blair's house. He might be there, like. Sweet.
- Yeah...
- For fuck's sake! Where is it?
- Just keep following down straight. We should come to it.
- Want one?
- No.
No, I'm fine, thanks.
I tell you what.
What?
I could fucking smash one of your mum's curries.
Do you think she'd have made food?
Yeah, yeah, always.
Could still make it.
PHONE RINGS
Rez, it's Shifty.
- Yeah.
- Well, where are you?
- Mum and Dad's.
- You all right? You sound a bit down.
- I'm fine.
Is this job thing still on?
- Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?
- All right, mate. I'm just asking!
- Just get here, right?
MOTHER SPEAKS IN URDU No, that was just work, Mum.
- Anyone need anything? - Tikka.
Yes, yes!
(Oh, shit...)
- What's the matter?
- Where you been? I've been trying to get hold of you.
- I've been busy, mate. All right?
- I need to get hold of some gear.
There's none left, Trevor. That's why I'm not answering my phone.
Don't fucking bullshit me, Shifty.
- All right, look. Call me in an hour.
- You won't answer your phone, mate. You're blanking me.
- Trevor, I'm in a rush. I'll call you later.
- Fuck off! I know you're carrying.
- Take it easy, rude boy.
- I am taking it fucking easy, rude boy! I don't like being mugged off.
Trevor, I've had a long fucking day. Do you know what I mean?
Just leave me alone. Just go back home to your family.
- Right?
- Who are you talking to, you fucking Paki?
- Oi, leave it out!
- Shut your mouth! Empty your pockets!
- What are you fucking doing?!
- Empty your fucking pockets!
- Think about what you're doing, man.
- Empty your fucking pockets.
You fucking stay still!
Empty them!
You fucking prick! Don't start!
- Why did you tell me you weren't fucking holding?
- Calm down, man.
Jeans.
You fuck! You greedy bastard!
And the other one. You stay fucking still!
- Fuck!
- Shifty!
- Fucking run!
- Fucking go! Go!
Fucker! Fucker!
Oh, shit!
Shit! You all right?
- Get off me, man!
- I'm only trying to help!
- A bit fuckin' late for that!
- The geezer had a fuckin' knife to your throat!
- Exactly. A little help would be nice.
- What could I do?!
- Fucking help me!
All right, look, I'm sorry. I'm not used to being mugged in tunnels. It's not my daily routine.
- Mate, it's fine. I'm surprised you didn't do a runner.
- What the fuck do you mean by that?
I'm surprised you didn't fucking run off and leave me to sort the mess.
- Fuck you, Shifty. Fuck you, man!
- What? What? What?
Cos I'm talking the truth? Want to talk about Serena? Sorry. We don't talk about that.
Let's talk about it, man. You left a week after she died.
Everyone asking me what the fuck's going on, talking about us. Badmouthing you.
Let's talk about the fucking fights I got into sticking up for you.
- Broken nose I got after some fucking meathead slagged you off.
- I left for one reason - this shit hole.
This fucking cesspit that you love. Where's this place ever got you, eh?
Where's it ever got you? Smartest kid in class, four fucking A Levels. Look at you now.
Getting chased by the Old Bill, getting mugged, selling crack cocaine to old age pensioners!
- Congratulations, mate. Well done.
- It's got me earning three grand a week.
- Oh, fuck off!
- How much do you earn in your cubicle in Manchester?
You probably don't earn two grand a month, you little prick.
- What?
- You ain't got a fucking clue what I've been through.
How would I, mate? I ain't seen you in four fuckin' years.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
- Fucking hell!
- Jesus! Malik!
- What are you doing?!
- Who did you fucking rob? Cuba?!
- What are you doing in there?
- I thought you wanted me to wait.
- Oi, sort us out with some of that.
- What's it worth?
That's got to be worth something, surely?
Get in the front.
A DOG YAPS
MOTHER SPEAKS IN URDU
Mum, don't. I...
HE SNORTS
Rez?
Magnus, man, listen! Listen... No, I'm not, bruv.
No, but just listen to...
No. Ask anyone round here if that's how I go on.
No one is taking you for no joke, brother. I promise you. I know, I know...
Brother, I'm telling you straight. What am I supposed to do?! No, I'm not.
Just ask anyone. Ask Glen. Fucking ask anyone. Ask Glen! ..What did he say?
Mate, any problems you've got with Glen are nothing to do with me.
No, you don't know him. You don't know him. Trevor Palmer.
I know, mate. Mate, you're not listening! That is fucking Glen...!
I don't know what the f...
PARTY NOISE
- What you doing, babe?
- What does it look like?
We've got three days yet.
- Well, I've got two kids to pack for. Three including you.
- Where are they?
- Bed - where do you think they are?
What's wrong with you?
Nothing.
Babe, what's the matter?
When did you start using again?
What?
When did you start using cocaine again?
What are you talking about?
- I can't do this again.
- What are you going on about?
- Don't fucking lie to me, Trevor!
- What are you going on about?
- Is that why the card failed?
- What?
- I tried to book a car and the card failed. Is that why?
- I told you not to!
- Yeah, and I told you...
What?
What have you done to your face?
Oh...
At Bob's. They never put the caps on the scaffold. Bang!
- What?
- People walk into scaffolding all the time, babe.
No, people don't. Only you. I bet you were coked off your tits.
I wasn't off me tits.
What did I say to you last time this happened?
I said I was going to take my kids and I'm going to walk out that door and I'm not going to come back.
- What did I say?
- Jasmine...
What did I fucking say?
You promised me you'd stopped.
You swore on Katie's life that you'd stopped. You swore on our baby daughter's life
that you would never touch that shit again!
Don't you dare cry.
- Don't fucking cry!
- What?
- I need you to be a man and fucking take control of the situation!
We're your family!
You need to be looking after us.
You need to look after me...
You useless fucking prick!
It's not in there.
Where the fuck have you been?
- Rez, I'm sorry, man...
- Where the fuck have you been? Why didn't you phone Mum and Dad?
- My phone ran out of juice.
- Why didn't you use a payphone?
- Rez, I need it, man. Where is it?
- "Where is it?" Where the fuck is it?
You bring drugs into my house? The house that I pray in?!
I took you in! I fucking gave you a roof!
- Even after Mum and Dad kicked you out and this is how you fucking repay me?!
- Rez, man...
Get out of my fucking house now!
- I need that bag, Rez.
- GET OUT!
If I don't get that bag, I'm a dead man.
I need it.
And then I'll go. I need the bag.
FUCK!
FUCK!
Rez! No, Rez, no!
- No...
- No! No, Rez!
- Rez!
- Look at you! Fucking look at you!
Fucking look at you. Fucking look at you!
Fucking look at you!
Fuck off!
Fuck off out of my house. You fucking...!
Where did you get this from?
I...I bought it for you.
It's for the holiday.
Chris...
You all right?
Yeah, I'm all right, man. You all right?
Mate, I'm not gonna do this party.
I've got too much shit to deal with.
You don't have to come if you don't want. It's up to you.
Yeah, cool. I'll probably just grab my stuff from yours, then.
As if I'm not going to come with you, you nutter.
- I thought you was gonna leave me stone cold, man.
- You're used to it.
There's only so much a man can take.
Oh, now you start throwing punches?
POUNDING ON DOOR
All right, Loretta? Is Glen there?
- Shifty.
- You all right, Glen?
- What?
- I need to talk to you about something, man.
Well, go on, then.
Can we do it inside?
Hey, man.
- Shifty?
- I'll just be a minute, mate.
DOOR SLAMS HARD
- All right?
- All right, mate?
All right, Loretta?
You all right, Chris?
Mate, something happened, man. Something pretty serious.
So I phoned up Magnus to talk to him about it, tell him what happened.
About you losing all his gear?
- Who told you that?
- Magnus.
- What all did he say?
He said you lost all his gear, lost him a load of money.
Mate, he went mental.
He started saying all this shit about me cutting up the coke, mixing it up. All this bullshit.
Where would he be getting that from? Who's talking shit?
Dunno. Your guess is as good as mine.
Well, listen, man. Do me a favour. Give him a bell in front of me and tell him I ain't cutting the gear.
- You call him yourself.
- Tell him.
- I don't know what you do, Shifty!
All I know is you bowl around town with your smooth fucking patter.
- What?
- Mugging off Magnus. Laughing behind his back?
- What the fuck are you talking about?
And then you come to my house and you threaten me, shooting your mouth off about what you'll do to Magnus.
Mate, you've been cutting up the gear all along, sending half to the Walshes, cutting Magnus out.
- Who told you that?
- Fuck you!
- Fuck you!
You're just jealous because you didn't think of it before me.
- I didn't think of it first because I'm not that fucking stupid.
- KNOCK AT DOOR
Mate, can we go?
- Yeah, don't worry about it, man. I'm leaving.
- About time you two fucked off.
- Fuck off, Glen!
After what happened. No wonder you left, mate.
What did you say?
- Well, you couldn't exactly show your face round here, could you? After what you done.
- Mate, leave it!
Hang on a minute.
- What did I do exactly?
- Get him the fuck out of my house.
- What the fuck did I do?
- Mate, just leave it.
- What did I fucking do?
What are you gonna do?
You gonna give it some, are you?
Go on, tell me.
Tell me, please. What did I fucking do?
Or what? You gonna kill me? Like you did Serena.
You're already fucking dead! You're fucked!
You're fucked!
- Where are we going?
- Back to mine.
- Hold on a minute. Just listen to me.
We should just go. Get the fuck out. Leave. Go to Manchester tonight.
I'm telling you.
Chris, I can't.
I'm not leaving. I'm not leaving my brother.
Does everybody think it was me?
If they did, you'd be in prison, mate.
Running off didn't help.
I can't even remember giving it to her.
We were all pretty fucked.
She told me she'd done pills before.
Mate, look, if she hadn't got them off you, she would have got them off someone else.
Yeah, but she didn't, though, did she?
Jesus Christ, man! What are you fucking doing?!
- Man, a fucking gun! This is bullshit!
- Sit down!
Have you got a better idea? Sit the fuck down.
I'm glad you're fucking sorted.
Wish I'd slept last night.
I'm fucked.
Got any coke?
I'm all out.
We got chased by the police today.
Got mugged.
My brother flushed all my gear down the toilet. Ssh!
The party was sick, though, wasn't it?
Fuck the party.
I never wanted to go to it anyway.
BOTH LAUGH
Oh!
What's the matter?
What's happened?
Give me your phone.
Give me your phone.
Let's go.
Fuck you! You're just jealous cos you didn't think of it before me. You're not as fucking smart as me.
Do me a favour, babe.
CRASHING
Down! Down!
You piece of shit!
JASMINE SCREAMS Shut your fucking mouth!
Say you're sorry.
Say you're FUCKING sorry!
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HE SNORTS
Fuckin' hell!
You're a bit early, mate.
Shifty.
Yes, rude boy.
Are you all right, geezer?
Yeah, yeah, I'm sweet, I'm sweet.
Come in. Come in.
Fuck, yeah, it's good to see you, man!
It's good to see you too.
Come on. Oh, shit!
- Are you all right, son?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
Yeah, I just needed to splash my face, you know, freshen up a bit.
- Why, ain't you slept?
- Have I fuck!
- Neither have I, man. I've just come back from some girl's yard.
- You've got a bird?
- Nah, nah. Just some fuckin' booty call.
What, Break Glass Arse?
Yeah, you know it, mate. In case of emergencies.
Is she fit?
- What?
- Is she fit?
Yeah, she's all right.
She's got a massive pair of Garys, basically.
- Oh, man, you always loved your titties, bruv.
- You know it.
- Mate, do you mind? These are halal sausages.
- No, no, that's sweet, mate. Whatever.
- So what was it? Just one bus, was it?
- Yeah.
- DOOR OPENS
- Oh, no, sorry, two. I had to change at Luton.
Luton?
Yeah.
- That's a bit random, innit?
- Tell me about it!
Mate, I've just got a few things I've got to do today, yeah?
You can stay here if you want or, um...
just come with me. It's up to you.
Whatever.
Mate, does your brother know you keep those here?
You ain't worried?
Mate, he only eats vegetables when they're in a Pot Noodle. Yeah?
She's living like a drifter. No, she's split with Stefan. Sort of.
She's at Mike's in the week, then she goes back to Stefan's at the weekend with the kids.
Yeah, I know.
Yeah, well...
Katie, darling, keep it on the page.
Freddie, eat.
Babe!
No, I know.
FRONT DOOR SLAMS
Nick, listen, can I just give you a call back?
STARTS ENGINE
- Motherfucker, the return of the gora!
- How are you doin', Rez?
- Good to see you, mate.
- I thought I could hear voices.
- I thought he'd brought a rent boy home again.
- Shut up, you prick!
You look like a rent boy.
What are you talking about?
That top cost more than my education.
- My pants cost more than your education.
- That's cold-blooded.
SPEAKS IN URDU
- Oh, what?
- I take it this is a one-off?
You know what? I'm feeling emotional.
Gay boy's back, you've cooked me breakfast. Bring me my camera. Where's my camera?
- You mean MY camera?
- Yeah, bring me my camera.
Tuck in then, man.
Bob?
- Bob?
- No, no, no, no.
- Bob...
- No, Trevor.
- Just hear me out.
- Get out of my office.
- I've paid out on all the materials. I've lost money here.
- You should have thought about that before bringing drugs on to our site.
- You owe me money.
- I owe you fuck-all.
- You owe me my fucking money.
- Phone the Old Bill.
- And I'll tell 'em why you got kicked off the fucking job!
- Bob, please.
- Fuck off, Trevor!
- Bob!
- Bob, I need this money.
- Lou, what's happening about that job?
- We need to move the perimeter a metre.
- Bob!
- Yeah, but I haven't done...
- Be fair, mate.
- Hold on. Thanks for coming in. We'll be in touch.
Go on.
Do you think I've put on weight?
What?
Do you think I've put on weight?
- I don't know. Not really.
- I told you I hadn't put on that much weight.
- Yeah, good one(!)
- So how long since you've been back?
- Four years?
Is that the last time I saw you? Fuckin' hell!
Yeah. Was it? Yeah, about four years ago, I think.
- Where are you living?
- Manchester.
- What are you doing?
- What, work-wise? I'm in recruitment.
- Good money?
- I do all right, yeah.
- How much?
- Enough.
- You need to get this gadha some work. Four A-levels and no job!
- I pay you fucking rent, don't I?
- Girlfriend?
- No, not yet.
- Gay?
- No. You?
- For your information, no, I'm not.
- But Shifty is.
- Jokes! What have you got, man? Rent or mortgage?
Fucking hell, what is this, a tag team?
- Mortgage.
- That's nice.
- Yeah, man, mature.
So why did you leave without saying goodbye to my brother?
Rez, man...
No, I'm only joking.
- No, but, seriously, why?
- Leave him alone.
I need info, man. You see, I'm like a sponge. Do you know what I mean? I'm like a flannel.
- I invited him to a party.
- Whose party?
- Rachel's.
- Rachel who?
- Rachel Price.
- Who?
Mate, you remember Rachel? Rachel and Serena?
Right.
SNORTS LOUDLY
- You remember Rachel. You lunged her at Jazzbo Brown's.
- Bullshit!
- You went in for the kill
- and she leant away like she was doing the fucking limbo!
- What?
- Her ponytail swept the floor.
- You need to get your facts straight. She lunged ME!
- You couldn't remember who she was five minutes ago!
- I wouldn't mind if he did it discreetly, but he fucking lunged her from three feet away!
- Whoa!
- Yeah, you remember!
- Oh, mate!
'Leave me a message. I'll get back to you when as I can.'
- You can come if you want.
- I really feel like it now. Fuckin' hell!
KNOCK AT DOOR You'd better get that. It might be your Viagra delivery.
- Trevor.
- All right, mate?
So?
What?
Come on then. Why are you back? Really?
Because of the party.
I've been tryin' to bell you, geezer, but your phone's off.
Yeah, yeah, I know, mate.
What do you want, Trevor?
There's been hundreds of parties. What's so special about this one?
I don't know. I just...
I wanted to see Shifty, didn't I?
You still haven't paid me from last time.
Be fair. I've probably put your fucking kids through college. You know what I mean?
Mate, keep your voice down.
Meet me up at the top of the road by the postbox.
Mate, you're a fucking diamond.
For some reason, I don't know why,
- he still thinks of you as his best mate.
- Yeah.
Why don't you try acting like one?
Trevor, don't ever fucking come to my house again!
Yeah, all right.
Fucking mug!
- Who was that?
- Nothing. A geezer wanted to talk to me about a job.
- What job?
- Labouring.
- What did you say?
I said I'll think about it!
- Oh, Shafiq...
- What?
- Mum and Dad's.
- Do me a fucking favour!
- Just fucking do it!
CONVERSATION IN URDU
- Nine.
- You can be there by seven.
THEY ARGUE IN URDU
Just fucking be there, right?
I'm fuckin' bustin' my gun!
Actually, you know what, mate? Let's go the back way.
Yeah.
- Are we going to go and see your mum and dad later?
- No.
- I just heard...
- No, it's...
- Sorry, I wasn't being nosey. I just heard Rez.
No, mate. They've ignored me for about a year.
You're joking?
No, mate. My mum slams the phone down when she hears my voice.
My dad crosses the road when he sees me on the street. Now they summon me for some fucking job interview!
- For what?
- I don't know. They want me to meet a stuck-up Paki who'll look at me like a lost fucking cause!
- Are you going to go?
- Am I fuck!
SOUND OF MOTOR-RACING GAME ON COMPUTER
TYRES SCREECH IN COMPUTER GAME
Give me a minute, mate.
- Are you all right, man?
- Come here.
Fuckin' rag-head!
Have you been on the 'roids, mate?
- You're looking bigger.
- No, I haven't, mate.
- Getting ready for a revolution?
- Yeah, just a small one.
- We'd better be careful then.
We've got the Taliban in town.
Yeah, you know, mate. Full force.
- Are you all right, mate?
- All right?
- Who's that then?
- Relax, man. He's just an old mate of mine.
Don't bring any fucking muppets to the party. At least give us a call first, a fucking heads-up. All right?
Yeah.
Yeah?
Yeah, mate.
So I've got a message for you.
Magnus wants you to call him tonight.
Magnus never wants me to fucking call him.
I don't know.
- Where's the gear?
- Lenny's got it.
- Are you all right, Lenny?
- All right, mate?
- You all right, Loretta?
- All right, Shifty?
I know you from somewhere.
- Sorry?
- You.
I fucking know you from somewhere. It's just...
No, thanks, I don't smoke.
I do.
I don't know.
You used to knock out pills, didn't ya?
- Yeah, now and again.
- Yeah.
Yeah, you used to go out with that Serena Ellis bird.
A few years ago now, mate.
Yeah, well, you'd hope so. She's dead.
All done?
- Don't go blowing up any tube trains, will ya?
- I'll try, Glen.
Are you all right, mate?
Yeah, I'm fine.
No, what happened, what did he say?
Look, don't worry about it.
I'm cool. It's all right.
Sweet.
- That was Loretta Martin in that motor, weren't it?
- Yeah, yeah, it was.
Fucking hell!
I used to fancy her rotten when we were at school.
SHIFTY LAUGHS
Yeah, mate, I remember.
She fuckin'... She loves a wrong 'un though, doesn't she?
Mate, she fuckin' loves it.
What happened to her face?
Glen, I think. Injected her with some cocktail?
I don't know. Smack, I think it was.
He passed out, then she passed out.
But apparently, she was lying up against the side of a radiator.
The fucking thing comes on full whack. She was so out of it, didn't realise the fucking thing was on.
The paramedics had to peel her off.
Jesus Christ!
PHONE RINGS
'Leave me a message. I'll get back to you when I can.'
What the fuck is that?
- What?
- That thing over there.
Fuck knows.
Come on.
What does it fucking do?
- Grab the other end.
- You grab it.
All right, hold on.
Fucking hell!
- Shit!
- Go on!
Bollocks!
Fucking hell!
Oi!
Fuck!
Oh, fuck!
Fuck!
- Fucking cat lovers!
- I know.
I can't stand people who feed their cats fucking red snapper or goose liver
because they say the thing's fussy.
- It's a fucking cat!
- Wait till you see this.
Starve the thing for a week and it'll eat a condom. You know what I mean?
Give me a dog any day of the week.
- You've had enough.
- Jokes.
Come on, Val!
KNOCKS ON DOOR
What's she doing?
DOOR OPENS
He's, uh... He's cool. We go way back. So, you know, he's cool.
How are you doing?
Yeah, hi.
I came by yesterday, but you weren't in.
- When?
- It must have been about two in the afternoon.
I was in all day.
- You must have been sleeping.
- No.
No, I was awake. I didn't sleep.
I don't know.
Are you sure it wasn't 2.30?
Yeah, it may have been.
I was on the balcony at 2.30.
But I was in here at two o'clock.
I'll make some tea.
Yeah, that'll be sweet.
DRUM'N'BASS MUSIC STARTS POUNDING
RATTLING
Oi, geezer!
Give me a minute, man.
MUSIC STILL POUNDING
SWITCHES MUSIC OFF
- You all right, mate?
- All right, mate?
- What's your name?
- Otis.
- Otis?
- Yeah.
Where do you get your weed from, Otis?
Oh, um...
- My mate was here earlier. He must have left it.
- Where do you get your fucking weed from, rude boy?
I get it from this geezer.
Glen Dowdy.
No, you don't.
- No, I do. I swear his name's Glen. Isn't his name Glen?
- Yeah, I think so.
From now on you get your weed from me.
At half the price.
You need to keep this noise down for me, yeah?
Yeah?
Yeah, all right. Yeah.
If I hear one single complaint from next door, I'll come back in here,
I'll take your TV, your stereo and I'll shove 'em up your bird's arse!
- Do you understand me?
- Yeah.
- All right.
- I'm sorry about the music. If I'd known it was too loud...
- Don't worry about it. That's my number.
Give me a bell when you want some more weed. Half price. Right, Otis?
- Cool.
- Right, girl?
Yeah.
DOOR SLAMS
That was all a bit fucking surreal.
What do you mean?
I can't believe you just sold crack to Miss Marple and struck a deal with Blazin' Squad.
How old is she?
About 60?
Mate, she's been doing drugs longer than we've been alive, yeah?
Do you reckon?
When did you start knocking out?
What?
Crack.
About three and a half, four years ago. When did you stop knocking out pills?
When do you think?
Do you get involved?
- No. Have you?
- No, fuck that!
Do you want to buy some?
Yeah, only if I get a fucking discount!
I'll charge you wholesale, man. I've got family in Pakistan. I need money for plane ticket.
Prick!
Now I'm going to do a pink one.
PHONE RINGS
Yeah?
- 'Where's the credit card?'
- What for?
I want to book a hire car.
'We don't need one.'
How are we going to get about with two kids?
- We'll get taxis.
- 'It will be cheaper if we hire a car.'
- Jasmine, we're not getting a hire car.
Don't ruin this for me, Trevor.
- 'What do you mean?'
- Just don't ruin this holiday for me.
- 'Are you still there?'
- Yeah.
- Where are you?
- Where do you think I am? I'm on site.
'It doesn't sound like it.'
- Babe, look, I've got to go.
- 'What am I going to do about this car?'
Babe, I've got to go. Bob's calling me. We'll talk about it later. I'll call you.
Did you tell Rachel?
- What?
- About me.
No, no, I didn't.
Mate, I thought it'd be a surprise.
Mate, it'll be fine.
Who else is going to be there?
I don't know. A lot of her new mates. I don't know many of them.
- What's the plan? Are we going to go and see your mum and dad first?
- No.
You should go, mate, see what they've got to say.
I thought you worked in recruitment.
- What?
- When did you become a family fucking liaison?
What are you talking about, you nutter? I was just saying!
Look, mate, I'm going to be stuck in some fucking warehouse, looking after 20 Bengalis,
knocking out dodgy Fruit of the Looms. I know exactly who they want me to meet.
It might not be. It might be some sweet little earner in the city.
- I've got a sweet little earner here.
- But you won't be sweating bullets every time the doorbell goes.
You ain't knocking out weed any more. This ain't college. You know what I mean? You're in deep, bruv.
- That shit will put you down for life.
- Only if you get caught.
Oi, Malik!
Fucking hell, Shifty! Are you all right, bruv? I didn't even clock you.
- What's going on?
- Long story, geezer. All right, mate?
- All right?
- This is Chris, an old mate of mine.
- Someone's got to be!
- Where are you going? Where are you running?
- Do you remember I was telling you about my pal Craig?
- No.
- The geezer who's seeing Desmond Dodge's sister.
- Yeah, small Craig.
Remember I told you he had the job at the fucking storage warehouse?
- Yeah, go on.
- Craig tells me every Friday on the fucking dot, a delivery is made of this top electrical gear.
Cheers, mate.
So, every Friday, they make this fucking drop-off,
but because the lorries can't reverse into the courtyard, something to do with the angle of the fucking gates,
they leave all these crates sitting on the fucking road!
- Are you on their way now?
- I drummed the place ten minutes ago, blood!
No, no. The forklift went inside with the first batch, so I nipped in, started whacking in the gear.
- Turns out they've another fucking forklift!
- What are you running for?
They caught me in the middle of loading up.
I'll do you a right good deal. I'll sort you right out, proper.
SIREN WAILS
Back, back, back! Back!
Why the fuck am I running?
Fuck it!
What's the matter? What's the matter?
Mate, I'm telling you...
This is no way to live.
Oh, fuck!
Man, I'm serious.
You need to get away from this shit.
Come and live with me for a bit.
I'm serious, mate.
You'd love Manchester. It's full of fitness.
Mate, I can't just fuck off, yeah?
Yeah, you can.
Yeah, but I wouldn't though, would I, mate?
Besides, I don't want to. I'm perfectly happy where I am.
If Manchester's so full of gal, how come you ain't got a bird yet?
I've been on enough dates.
Some of them are fucking lovely.
I just haven't been able to get my head around it ever since Serena.
Mate, that was four years ago.
Did you go to the funeral?
Yeah, of course I did, man.
Did anybody say anything?
About what?
- About me.
- Yeah.
- A lot of people were saying a lot of shit about both of us.
- Like what?
- Just rumours, mate.
You know what I mean? Just fucking bullshit.
What did people say when I left?
Mate, I don't know, but whatever people are saying about you, they're saying about me.
Fuck this!
I'm going to get fucking lick-shot tonight!
Yeah, you know it.
Fucking back to mine, bit of munch, couple of Paul Wellers.
Yeah, let's get a bottle of whisky.
- Fuck that!
- Why not?
- Because you always kick off.
- I don't.
- Last time you had a bottle of whisky, you pissed on my leg.
- Bollocks!
- In a nightclub.
- Fuck off!
- In front of a bouncer.
- Oh, yeah, I remember.
- You crackhead!
Look, I've got one more drop-off to do, then we can chill out, yeah?
Sweet.
'Magnus? It's Glen, mate.'
No, I'm good. How are you? I put the word out about that thing.
I've got a pretty good idea about what's going on.
Yeah. It's Shifty, mate.
I know. Little f... Yeah, definitely.
Definitely. To be honest, I could have told you that in the first place.
I'm not fucking cutting the gear up, mate, and Lenny's not cutting it up. Look at the fucking state of him.
Yeah.
I-I know. I mean...
They're all on the make. He's a Paki. He'd sell his sister for a set of rims.
No, I spoke with him. I told him what I'd heard and he told me to go fuck myself, the little prick.
He wants to speak to you himself.
I know. Look, mate, he's getting out of hand, Magnus. Something has to be done.
No! NO!
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Aargh!
Fuck! Aargh!
Fucking...!
Argh!
'Ken? It's Trevor.'
Yeah, I'm all right, mate.
Em, no, not for about a week. Listen, I can't get hold of Shifty.
No, no, no, he's a nightmare. You ain't got any various, have you?
You're fucking dry?
Ah... I know, I know! But I can't get hold of him!
Yeah, yeah, all right, mate.
But if you see him, yeah, get him to call me. Yes.
Yeah, cheers.
So how much do you want?
Em...two.
Two.
Actually, no. Fuck it. It's Friday, yeah?
Make it three, yeah? Make it three.
- How about four?
- Yeah, right.
Do me a favour. Fucking hell. Jesus Christ.
- Right, em, that's an eighth.
- Cheers.
HORN BLARES Fuckin' hell, Trevor!
- You seen Shifty?
- Earlier. Why?
- When?
- This morning. Why?
- Jump in, will you? Show me where to find him.
- I'm on the way to see me bird.
- It'll only be ten minutes.
- I don't think Shifty wants to see me.
- Get in the fucking van, Malik!
RINGING So...how's business?
Yeah, it's good, man. It's good. It's thriving.
You know, I was reading this... article the other day that said...
now is a really good time to be in the drugs trade because the government have the War On Terror
and no one gives a fuck about drugs any more.
- Yeah, but he's a Muslim drug dealer.
- So he's fucked either way!
Hardy fucking har(!) Wankers.
I've got to say, Trevor, I don't know for definite where he's gonna be.
He could be fucking anywhere. Do you know what I mean? He's...
Have you tried his house?
Of course you've tried it. You have. Of course.
If you follow it down, we might see one of his pals. I don't really...
- Stop looking at me and look at the fucking road!
- All right. How's the kids? All right?
That's all right, innit?
- Is that...is that the kids?
- Put it down, Malik.
- That's Blair's. He could be there, mate.
- Blair?
Yeah, Blair. Go back to Blair's house. He might be there, like. Sweet.
- Yeah...
- For fuck's sake! Where is it?
- Just keep following down straight. We should come to it.
- Want one?
- No.
No, I'm fine, thanks.
I tell you what.
What?
I could fucking smash one of your mum's curries.
Do you think she'd have made food?
Yeah, yeah, always.
Could still make it.
PHONE RINGS
Rez, it's Shifty.
- Yeah.
- Well, where are you?
- Mum and Dad's.
- You all right? You sound a bit down.
- I'm fine.
Is this job thing still on?
- Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?
- All right, mate. I'm just asking!
- Just get here, right?
MOTHER SPEAKS IN URDU No, that was just work, Mum.
- Anyone need anything? - Tikka.
Yes, yes!
(Oh, shit...)
- What's the matter?
- Where you been? I've been trying to get hold of you.
- I've been busy, mate. All right?
- I need to get hold of some gear.
There's none left, Trevor. That's why I'm not answering my phone.
Don't fucking bullshit me, Shifty.
- All right, look. Call me in an hour.
- You won't answer your phone, mate. You're blanking me.
- Trevor, I'm in a rush. I'll call you later.
- Fuck off! I know you're carrying.
- Take it easy, rude boy.
- I am taking it fucking easy, rude boy! I don't like being mugged off.
Trevor, I've had a long fucking day. Do you know what I mean?
Just leave me alone. Just go back home to your family.
- Right?
- Who are you talking to, you fucking Paki?
- Oi, leave it out!
- Shut your mouth! Empty your pockets!
- What are you fucking doing?!
- Empty your fucking pockets!
- Think about what you're doing, man.
- Empty your fucking pockets.
You fucking stay still!
Empty them!
You fucking prick! Don't start!
- Why did you tell me you weren't fucking holding?
- Calm down, man.
Jeans.
You fuck! You greedy bastard!
And the other one. You stay fucking still!
- Fuck!
- Shifty!
- Fucking run!
- Fucking go! Go!
Fucker! Fucker!
Oh, shit!
Shit! You all right?
- Get off me, man!
- I'm only trying to help!
- A bit fuckin' late for that!
- The geezer had a fuckin' knife to your throat!
- Exactly. A little help would be nice.
- What could I do?!
- Fucking help me!
All right, look, I'm sorry. I'm not used to being mugged in tunnels. It's not my daily routine.
- Mate, it's fine. I'm surprised you didn't do a runner.
- What the fuck do you mean by that?
I'm surprised you didn't fucking run off and leave me to sort the mess.
- Fuck you, Shifty. Fuck you, man!
- What? What? What?
Cos I'm talking the truth? Want to talk about Serena? Sorry. We don't talk about that.
Let's talk about it, man. You left a week after she died.
Everyone asking me what the fuck's going on, talking about us. Badmouthing you.
Let's talk about the fucking fights I got into sticking up for you.
- Broken nose I got after some fucking meathead slagged you off.
- I left for one reason - this shit hole.
This fucking cesspit that you love. Where's this place ever got you, eh?
Where's it ever got you? Smartest kid in class, four fucking A Levels. Look at you now.
Getting chased by the Old Bill, getting mugged, selling crack cocaine to old age pensioners!
- Congratulations, mate. Well done.
- It's got me earning three grand a week.
- Oh, fuck off!
- How much do you earn in your cubicle in Manchester?
You probably don't earn two grand a month, you little prick.
- What?
- You ain't got a fucking clue what I've been through.
How would I, mate? I ain't seen you in four fuckin' years.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
- Fucking hell!
- Jesus! Malik!
- What are you doing?!
- Who did you fucking rob? Cuba?!
- What are you doing in there?
- I thought you wanted me to wait.
- Oi, sort us out with some of that.
- What's it worth?
That's got to be worth something, surely?
Get in the front.
A DOG YAPS
MOTHER SPEAKS IN URDU
Mum, don't. I...
HE SNORTS
Rez?
Magnus, man, listen! Listen... No, I'm not, bruv.
No, but just listen to...
No. Ask anyone round here if that's how I go on.
No one is taking you for no joke, brother. I promise you. I know, I know...
Brother, I'm telling you straight. What am I supposed to do?! No, I'm not.
Just ask anyone. Ask Glen. Fucking ask anyone. Ask Glen! ..What did he say?
Mate, any problems you've got with Glen are nothing to do with me.
No, you don't know him. You don't know him. Trevor Palmer.
I know, mate. Mate, you're not listening! That is fucking Glen...!
I don't know what the f...
PARTY NOISE
- What you doing, babe?
- What does it look like?
We've got three days yet.
- Well, I've got two kids to pack for. Three including you.
- Where are they?
- Bed - where do you think they are?
What's wrong with you?
Nothing.
Babe, what's the matter?
When did you start using again?
What?
When did you start using cocaine again?
What are you talking about?
- I can't do this again.
- What are you going on about?
- Don't fucking lie to me, Trevor!
- What are you going on about?
- Is that why the card failed?
- What?
- I tried to book a car and the card failed. Is that why?
- I told you not to!
- Yeah, and I told you...
What?
What have you done to your face?
Oh...
At Bob's. They never put the caps on the scaffold. Bang!
- What?
- People walk into scaffolding all the time, babe.
No, people don't. Only you. I bet you were coked off your tits.
I wasn't off me tits.
What did I say to you last time this happened?
I said I was going to take my kids and I'm going to walk out that door and I'm not going to come back.
- What did I say?
- Jasmine...
What did I fucking say?
You promised me you'd stopped.
You swore on Katie's life that you'd stopped. You swore on our baby daughter's life
that you would never touch that shit again!
Don't you dare cry.
- Don't fucking cry!
- What?
- I need you to be a man and fucking take control of the situation!
We're your family!
You need to be looking after us.
You need to look after me...
You useless fucking prick!
It's not in there.
Where the fuck have you been?
- Rez, I'm sorry, man...
- Where the fuck have you been? Why didn't you phone Mum and Dad?
- My phone ran out of juice.
- Why didn't you use a payphone?
- Rez, I need it, man. Where is it?
- "Where is it?" Where the fuck is it?
You bring drugs into my house? The house that I pray in?!
I took you in! I fucking gave you a roof!
- Even after Mum and Dad kicked you out and this is how you fucking repay me?!
- Rez, man...
Get out of my fucking house now!
- I need that bag, Rez.
- GET OUT!
If I don't get that bag, I'm a dead man.
I need it.
And then I'll go. I need the bag.
FUCK!
FUCK!
Rez! No, Rez, no!
- No...
- No! No, Rez!
- Rez!
- Look at you! Fucking look at you!
Fucking look at you. Fucking look at you!
Fucking look at you!
Fuck off!
Fuck off out of my house. You fucking...!
Where did you get this from?
I...I bought it for you.
It's for the holiday.
Chris...
You all right?
Yeah, I'm all right, man. You all right?
Mate, I'm not gonna do this party.
I've got too much shit to deal with.
You don't have to come if you don't want. It's up to you.
Yeah, cool. I'll probably just grab my stuff from yours, then.
As if I'm not going to come with you, you nutter.
- I thought you was gonna leave me stone cold, man.
- You're used to it.
There's only so much a man can take.
Oh, now you start throwing punches?
POUNDING ON DOOR
All right, Loretta? Is Glen there?
- Shifty.
- You all right, Glen?
- What?
- I need to talk to you about something, man.
Well, go on, then.
Can we do it inside?
Hey, man.
- Shifty?
- I'll just be a minute, mate.
DOOR SLAMS HARD
- All right?
- All right, mate?
All right, Loretta?
You all right, Chris?
Mate, something happened, man. Something pretty serious.
So I phoned up Magnus to talk to him about it, tell him what happened.
About you losing all his gear?
- Who told you that?
- Magnus.
- What all did he say?
He said you lost all his gear, lost him a load of money.
Mate, he went mental.
He started saying all this shit about me cutting up the coke, mixing it up. All this bullshit.
Where would he be getting that from? Who's talking shit?
Dunno. Your guess is as good as mine.
Well, listen, man. Do me a favour. Give him a bell in front of me and tell him I ain't cutting the gear.
- You call him yourself.
- Tell him.
- I don't know what you do, Shifty!
All I know is you bowl around town with your smooth fucking patter.
- What?
- Mugging off Magnus. Laughing behind his back?
- What the fuck are you talking about?
And then you come to my house and you threaten me, shooting your mouth off about what you'll do to Magnus.
Mate, you've been cutting up the gear all along, sending half to the Walshes, cutting Magnus out.
- Who told you that?
- Fuck you!
- Fuck you!
You're just jealous because you didn't think of it before me.
- I didn't think of it first because I'm not that fucking stupid.
- KNOCK AT DOOR
Mate, can we go?
- Yeah, don't worry about it, man. I'm leaving.
- About time you two fucked off.
- Fuck off, Glen!
After what happened. No wonder you left, mate.
What did you say?
- Well, you couldn't exactly show your face round here, could you? After what you done.
- Mate, leave it!
Hang on a minute.
- What did I do exactly?
- Get him the fuck out of my house.
- What the fuck did I do?
- Mate, just leave it.
- What did I fucking do?
What are you gonna do?
You gonna give it some, are you?
Go on, tell me.
Tell me, please. What did I fucking do?
Or what? You gonna kill me? Like you did Serena.
You're already fucking dead! You're fucked!
You're fucked!
- Where are we going?
- Back to mine.
- Hold on a minute. Just listen to me.
We should just go. Get the fuck out. Leave. Go to Manchester tonight.
I'm telling you.
Chris, I can't.
I'm not leaving. I'm not leaving my brother.
Does everybody think it was me?
If they did, you'd be in prison, mate.
Running off didn't help.
I can't even remember giving it to her.
We were all pretty fucked.
She told me she'd done pills before.
Mate, look, if she hadn't got them off you, she would have got them off someone else.
Yeah, but she didn't, though, did she?
Jesus Christ, man! What are you fucking doing?!
- Man, a fucking gun! This is bullshit!
- Sit down!
Have you got a better idea? Sit the fuck down.
I'm glad you're fucking sorted.
Wish I'd slept last night.
I'm fucked.
Got any coke?
I'm all out.
We got chased by the police today.
Got mugged.
My brother flushed all my gear down the toilet. Ssh!
The party was sick, though, wasn't it?
Fuck the party.
I never wanted to go to it anyway.
BOTH LAUGH
Oh!
What's the matter?
What's happened?
Give me your phone.
Give me your phone.
Let's go.
Fuck you! You're just jealous cos you didn't think of it before me. You're not as fucking smart as me.
Do me a favour, babe.
CRASHING
Down! Down!
You piece of shit!
JASMINE SCREAMS Shut your fucking mouth!
Say you're sorry.
Say you're FUCKING sorry!
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