Dead Man's Cards (2006) - full transcript

Ladies and gentlemen,

And now for the main event...

Please give a warm welcome to a new
contender to the middle weight round.

All the way from Detroit USA...
Lonnie... Ice... Johnson

And the challenger...
You know him and love him,

put your hands together
for local hero...

Tom... The Chief... Watts...

♪ Let's get ready to rumble! ♪

Keep it sharp!
Keep your guard up.

Keep your guard up!

Alright that's enough,
that's it.



He hasn't even got
a fucking gum shield in.

It's alright, ain't it?
He's on a wage.

Look Steve's got an eight rounder,
he needs a good sparring partner.

Tom, you haven't even got
a gum shield in. Get out.

- I need the money, Joe.
- See?

Joe, I need the money mate.

If you need the job I'll get
you the job. Now get out.

If he wants to spar
it's his own choice.

Not in my gym it's not.

He's got a fucking detached retina.
He'll get hurt, Now get out!

Listen Tom, time to hang up
your gloves mate.

And you, you should
know fucking better!

Yeah... I've got a couple
oranges in my bag.

Good for your sperm count.



Eat an orange a day.
Don't be a Jaffa. Get it?

- What?
- It's got no seeds.

A Jaffa's got no see--

Right yeah...
So anyway let me finish...

It's only me and Eddie there...

And it doesn't take a genius to work out
that someone's already told him, right?

So later that night, he slips
it into the conversation again.

"Have you fucked Bernie?
Have you fucked Bernie?"

Well I got wise to him
this time, right.

And I say, "Me La..."

Dear Mr. Watts, we have
received your test results...

we write this letter...
To regretfully inform you...

Well he's a big intimidating
man, is our Eddie, y'know.

I mean, anyone can knock out a
drunk or slap a kid around...

I mean, the last thing I heard,
he's living with Bernie the nymph.

Left his wife and two kids.

How much you getting paid?

Thanks Bob... but no thanks.

You know what I'm saying?

Hey Paul...

that's the lad, the lad I was
talking about, that's Tom Watts.

Used to be a good
middleweight.

Do you remember him?

The yank at the stadium!

Well he needs a job,
said I'd have a word.

Oh right. Nice one. Yeah, cheers.
- Keep him in mind.

- Nice one Joe, cheers.
- Thanks Paul.

What's up with you?

Nothing.

Freak.

This is it, is it?

Yeah, this is it...

Great isn't it?

It's official,
I'm a fucking Jaffa.

A what? What are you
talking about?

Nothing. Never mind.

Where's my gloves?

Fuck.

Where are you going?

- To make some money.
- What?

I've got a start
on the clubs as a doorman.

A doorman!
I'm not having that!

You've got no say
in the matter.

You're going nowhere!

Listen to me Tom!

You're not going anywhere
Tom, do you understand me?

- Walk out that door, you're not fucking coming back.
- Pack it in you nutter.

Do you understand
me you fucking idiot?

That's right, make a show of me in front of the neighbors!
Why don't you?

Alright kid?

Fuck off with your
stupid fucking car.

Leave the fucking car
out of it, will you?

Fuck off!

What are you fucking
looking at? What?

Dead man's cards.

Aces and eights,
turn them over.

How'd you do that?

Hmm. Never mind,
you know the story don't ya?

Wild Bill Hickock turned his
back on fame and fortune,

and got one in the back,
in the Deadwood Colorado.

And that's how
his cards fell.

Hey!

Hey!
Hope the new lad's better than the other mushes you've got me before.

Yeah he's a good kid.

- Hard hitter. Both hands.
- What?

I said he's a good kid,
hard hitter and both hands.

Tom, this is Billy the cowboy.

Billy, this is Tom.

Howdy.

Oh, come on through.

Right. We sign in every night.

You'll need a photo by your name.
Any blokes name will do.

And we need another photo to make a card up for you so you look legit.

Alright, you got to go on one of
these doorman courses nowadays,

I think there a load of bollocks myself,
but your both on one tomorrow.

I've never seen such a gang of
moody looking mushes in my life.

Oh they're years old they are.
I'll have to wipe them out.

So you're the new boy
in town then?

- Looks that way.
- Hope you've got what it takes.

So do I girl. So do I.

Come on lad.
I'll show you around.

Hey ah...

Has he told you what
the wages are?

- No.
- Right.

It's 20 during a weekday,
which you work on your own.

And then it's uh,
25 on weekends,

but you don't start until 11.

So you get the same as someone
who starts at six.

And you get a complimentary
drink on the house.

- Sound.
- It's alright...

As long as you don't get pissed.

That was Cole Youngers that.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I bought it from a fella who's
Uncle was given it by a Yank,

Sailor from Missouri.

That's the gods honest truth.

Come on.

When you've been
here a few weeks,

you you'll probably get
a few bimbos on your case.

My advice fuck 'em off.

Right.

A stiff pricks got
no conscience and all that.

But don't shit on your own doorstep,
it's more trouble than it's worth.

Ok.

- Paul!
- There you go, you're on.

Ah! Get off!
Get off!

I'll kill the lot
of you, you bastards!

Tomorrow mate, I'll have a
straightener with you tomorrow.

I'll fucking straighten you two.

Soon as you're fucking sober.

By the way...

if you want to do someone in,
take them out the back.

No cameras.

You two in there,
you're going out.

Fuck off man. I'm having a shit.

No you're not,
you're snorting your brains out and you're going out!

Come on.

Look...

I'm not gonna tax you, I don't want your money,
I don't want your coke.

Just fuck off out of here.

Alright mate, fair enough,
we're on our way out.

Here, have a swig.

Billy's a fucking teddy boy.

He still thinks he's
living in the fifties.

But these days who's to say those fuckers weren't carrying a piece?

Hey, look at him.

Got a face on him, hasn't he?

Just coz I've asked him
to get his hands dirty.

Lazy bastard, don't know
what I'm paying him for.

Because he's good
and you know it.

- Do I?
- Oh do you know what Billy? You're a mingy old bastard!

Aye!

Oh God.

Wages.

Thanks boss.

Staff drink... don't forget
to sign today, alright?

Clean that lot up will ya?

Good touch this eh?

Hardly have any
trouble working here.

Most nights we're
just standing around,

having a bevvie, gabbing.

The days of the
straightener are over.

A good Meeter and Greeter
is always friendly and polite.

If a situation gets
out of control...

What we expect you
to do is close the door...

And phone the Police...

If a tricky situation
forces you to defend yourself.

The name of the game
is restraint.

As I'll now demonstrate.

What? Hang on.

Am I supposed to be some coked up fucker,
and you've got to get me out of the club?

That's right.

And you want me to react?

That's right.

Ok, go ahead.

Ok so now I'm gonna demonstrate
what's called a standard gooseneck hold.

So how do you get
out of this one then?

God! Argh!

Paul.

Paul, before you go,
I'd like you to meet Chongi.

Heard a lot about you,
hope you come on board.

I'd sooner stay independent.

If you come in with us,
I'll look after yah.

Like I said,
I'd sooner stay independent.

The man's being proper,
at least think about it.

OK, I've thought,
I'd sooner stay independent.

Catch you later guys.

Out of our league matey,
out our league.

You could of at least heard them out you know,
I need to get my car insured.

Your car insured!

All you'll get is a cold steel door slammed
in your face for a ten year stretch.

They're all under police
observation till death that lot.

Come on! You fucking muppets
are getting shot.

You pair of wankers.
Who do you think you are?

Come on!

Argh! Fucking idiot.

Bastard!

- Thanks sir.
- Thank you.

- Sorry I'm late Paul.
- No sweat.

Bit of good news, managed
to get another tenner off Billy.

- Is right.
- He's a bit of a minge bag, but he's not mad.

He knows I'm keeping the place
safe and all the bad people out.

He's also left us
some blazers in this bag.

How do I look?

Like a fruit.

I'm not wearing mine.

He must be fucking joking!

I'll wear the blazer,
but he...

Can fuck right off,
with the tie.

Hey! It's part of the new doorman image,
Here let me show you something.

Go on, try get out of that now.

Anyone who even tries that,

I'll get two or three shots to his chin before he even gets a chance.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Chill baby chill.

Hang on, I'm just gonna have
a word with me ex-Missus.

Talking to me are ya?

Oh fuck off Paul,
what's your problem?

He's a bigger and better man
then you'll ever be.

He's a fucking dealer.
That's what he is.

You stupid bastard.

You never learnt
a fucking thing.

You fucking...

Oh! Shit!

You're dead you are!

You're fucking dead!

Bitch.

She knows how to get to me.

She just knows
how to get to me.

She fucking knows.

How you doing?

Be on your toes matey.

I've just heard me ex has
been round for her fella.

Reckons he's gonna do me in.

She's with this coke dealer.

Romeo Brown,
got everyone petrified.

Think I care?
I'm quaking in me boots.

Is.. Is he bad like?

I'm not arsed.

If he puts one on my toes,
I'll plant one right on his chin.

Is right.

Listen, this is not
your problem y'know.

I'm there mate, I'm there.

Nice one.

But go easy.

Fuck! Fuck!

Get him! Fuck!

Ah! Come back and fight!

Be lucky mate.

You too.

Come on lads, I've asked you
nicely, now make a move.

It's always the last few.
We'll get these out and shut the doors.

Right.

Come on folks,
finish your drinks down, yeah?

Goodnight now lads.

Hey! I'm Romeo Brown.

And you're fucking nothing.

I'm gonna rip your
fucking head off.

Argh! Fucking bit my hand!

- Ah! Get him off me!
- Look at me! Look at me!

Get off! Get off!

Out the back!
There's cameras in the front.

Who are you phoning?

- The police.
- What fucking planet are you from?

You say nothing! Understand?

See nothing, know nothing.
Do you hear me?

- Do you hear me?
- Yeah...

Everybody off! Back off.

He's had enough.

Are you alright matey?
Well cop for that.

You're gonna fucking kill him!

Leave it out Paul!

Oh, fucking hell.

You take from me.

I take from you.

Ten years of pain,
mother fucker.

Stick that in your arse pocket
and say nothing.

He won't be shooting
anybody for a while.

You ok?

My legs are gone.

Thanks for backing me up.

You alright kid?

You did that.

- I never.
- You did.

You were swinging wild.

I never.

Take no notice, he just
doesn't want to up your wages.

You did alright kidda.

Just don't expect any
praise from round here.

Bling.

Are we going on
a holiday or what?

Cos we're in deep water now.

Do 'em the dirty lads.

Do 'em the dirty!

What's that about?

That's Billy the Cowboy man.

I'm in up to me fucking
eyeballs here.

He pays us protection if we don't deal with this,
we'll be a laughing stock.

Who's laughing? All I'm saying is get him on the firm,
we need guys like Paul.

What about Romeo?

Give him a bung, tell him we
dropped it on Paul's toes,

and he's coughed up,
it'll soften the blow.

I ain't putting my hand
in my pocket.

Well tell him he's gotta cough
up, look he'll forget it.

He'll be having murder with
someone else next week.

But he's had a bitch slap and ended up in intensive care,
for fucks sake!

Your mates got no sense
of what's right or wrong.

You don't know who
you're dealing with.

With. Okay so the club's a shit hole,
but don't mistake who Paul is.

This is his idea of fun.

Three tours of duty in Northern Ireland.
I've done one with him, I'm telling you,

he's the type of man
you look to in a situation.

Romeo's got dough,
but he'll end up getting us all down the swanny.

What do you want me to
tell you, because I won't lie?

You can tell me what you like,
but when Romeo's out troubles on its way, and ya know it.

Back of the queue lads, alright.

He's slipped that under my nose
the sly old bastard.

What's the problem?

You book the wrong music,
you get the wrong crowd.

You book R n B, or Drum and Base,
you get all the Fifty Cent wannabe's from the area.

Book this shite and every ginger nut,
trumped up coke dealer in the city will be here.

This particular night soft arse booked in no one
will touch with a shitty stick, not even Chongi.

There's always murder at it.

♪ If you're all not in it ♪

♪ we could have wedding bliss ♪

♪ if we'd all be beginning ♪

♪ I'm feeling low down ♪

♪ you know what
I'm talking about ♪

Sorry lads, your mates wearing
trackies, you can't come in.

Since when has this gaff
had a dress code?

There's only one with trackies,
let them in.

There's only one with trackies,
let him in!

You sure about that?

Let them in.

Alright, it's your shout.
Whatever you say.

Watch your look.

- What's this now?
- What's up?

I give this ten minutes,
before it kicks off.

- Let's go and get them--
- Whoa, hold your horses, Geronimo.

How'd you think
I survived so long?

They're in now, let them kick off,
then we'll pick up the pieces.

And I know for sure that,
that little twat in there is a shooter.

Get off me!

Hey, hey. Buddy.

Stop! No!

Get off! Get him off!

Get off, get off!

Put the gear away,
put the gear away!

Somebody help!
Somebody do something!

Fucking help us! You fucking idiots,
one you fucking do something.

Fucking do something!

Help him!
Please, stop!

I'll suck the cock of any man,
who will tell me his pin number.

All that dosh, loads of it.

You're too much, I can't
believe the mouth on you.

I just spiked his ale with half a gram of wiz,
and a liquid Viagra.

That should get things
moving very nicely.

You're going straight to hell,
he's a married man.

Who wants to sit
on a fluffy cloud.

Nah, I know what I want,
and I'm not afraid to get it.

I tell you what.

I'm gonna get us some
extra dollar for that.

Set us up Billy.

He's a fucking hero, this man.

Not yet, I'll tell you
when he has.

He's just holding it.
He's so pissed.

He's holding it.

He's drinking it...

My eyes killing me.

Go on, go on.

I might as well join
to his arm.

Billy, what's your answer?

It's OK.

So it's true...

Randolph Scott was getting stuck up Audie Murphy on a regular basis.

Hold on, hold on, you've got that one wrong.
It wasn't Audie Murphy.

Audie Murphy was the most
decorated man of his country.

Audie Murphy was a crackerjack Marine for Christ sakes,
I mean he was a war hero.

Well who was it then?

It was Tyrone Power.

That's him, that's him.

Tyrone Power, Zorro!
Yeah that's it.

Hey, hey. I'll tell you who else was as bent as a nine bob note,
Lee Marvin.

Oh fuck off,
I'm not having that.

You're not telling me that Lee Marvin was gay.
I'm not having it!

It's true,
Lee Marvin used to go shopping in a floral dress.

Can I have a napkin?

I'm glad you're home.

I want to do something today.

Like a normal couple.

We need to talk to somebody.

Don't ignore me 'cos
at least I'm trying.

What should I say?

My husband the big time boxer...

blew all his money,
got poxed up.

And now he's infertile and for some
reason I'm feeling a little bit resentful?

I let you down badly.

Let's just change the subject.

I don't wanna change
the subject.

You know I could put my hand in the
fire and watch the fucking thing burn.

You have no idea...

How I feel.

That's why I think it's time we went and spoke to somebody,
but you're so fucking ignorant.

Hey, come on,
come on. Talk to me.

Come and finish your tea.

Tell me how you feel.

- Do you really want to know?
- Yeah.

I feel like someone's
booted me in the back.

That's alright, because that's
just the usual period pain.

It's much worse than that.

I feel like death.

Because this month is the
anniversary of last month.

And every fucking month...

I hope I won't come on, and it's all your fucking fault.
You fucking soft bastard.

Kris!

Kris, wait!

Just leave me alone.

Leave me alone!
Fucking leave me alone!

You fucking--

Fucking--

Take your fucking wedding ring.

- Bang, bang you're dead.
- Hey kid, fuck off.

Mom!

Hey you, what's wrong with you?
You freak? Picking on a kid.

Go and get my fella
for you, shall I?

Well go get your fucking fella.

Anyway what you doing bringing your kid up to shoot people for?
You dense bastard?

I can't believe
you've done that.

Read the sign, ya smackhead!

Wanker.

Hey... Hey mate,
I know you... Hey!

Could ya see your way to help a fella out who's,
who's down on his luck and... Please.

Okay buddy.

Oh thank you mate, thank you!
Any small amount will help, it's my dear...

dear Mother...
Back home in Belfast.

She's fallen ill,
she's got nobody to help her.

I need to get a ticket back
there before it's too late.

And go no-one here...

That's either the
saddest story I've ever heard.

I've ever heard, or the worst lie.
Either way you deserve that.

Aw bless you mate, bless you.

I'll never forget this.
I'll do you a favor back one day. You'll see!

Night lads...

Aye Paul...

What's up mate?

I can't work Billy's
Bar no more.

Not in that hell hole.

I don't want to let you
down Paul.

I like you. You're sound.

But I tell ya, I don't know
what I was thinking.

Listen, I've seen you
in that ring...

You had balls
of steel man.

What's the matter with you?

There's nothing wrong with you.
You'll be OK, trust me.

I've seen a lot of life.
Now common.

It'll be alright.

So you want me?

- Give us your hand.
- Why?

You'll see.

Uh... Spread your fingers.

Like it?

- How much?
- Mmm. To you a kiss.

Come here. No more
Jargune gems, for my baby.

What the fuck are you up to?

There you go.

The real McCoy.

- Looks like a piece of junk.
- Oh, listen to him!

Some people have got no taste.

That soft arse is worth five
and it's yours for sweet F.A.

Oh yeah? It's too much.

It's my present,
I want you to have it.

- I don't want it.
- Don't kick a gift horse in the mouth.

Look babe, don't expect too much from me.
I'm a married man.

I know, I know that
and I don't care.

Just take it as someone
to be nice to you, OK.

If ever you need a shoulder to cry on,
you know you can come to me any time.

I'm fine with that.

Don't think I don't
appreciate it, cause I do.

It's just,
I don't want you to...

- to get carried away.
- Get you, big head...

Who's getting carried away?

- We're just mates, aren't we?
- Yeah.

So take the ring and the watch
and don't insult me, OK?

OK.

Don't I get a kiss then?

Oh, just a thank you kiss?

Fucking hell.
Don't spoil me, will ya?

Is that mine?

- It's right.
- Don't you look lovely in that!

That'll keep you dead warm on the door.
Don't you know?

- It's right!
- Yeah?

I just don't think
I can take it anymore.

You and Tom should talk.

Get counselling.

We've talked and talked, we've
had treatment, counselling.

It's an impossible situation.

Not for me, for him.

I think you should get out,
get your life back.

Took me a long time,
after I left Rachel.

But it was worth it in the end,
because I just didn't love the woman.

Kris... Are you OK?

Yeah.

Oh, it's you Tom.

Come in.

That's crunched a lot of bones,
that has matey.

You waiting for world war three,
or what?

Toys, just toys matey.

What's that?

That, is our queen.

Why?

Because I watched my back
for her.

Eighteen years with a bunch
of racist motherfucker.

And that earned me the right
to hang it there.

So are you a Prody then?

Orange through and through.

The sash my father wore.

That's me kiddo,
Mr. Fucking awkward.

It's Bob.

Chongi wants us to join
his firm.

Pass me, me boots over.

Help me get into them.

Well?

I'll think about it.

Don't fuck with my ear Paul, I'm
not a banjo you play a tune on.

Yeah? Extra twenty for what?

Selling drugs to kids?

I might be cabbage looking,
but I ain't no fucking turnip!

No, none of that.
We're strictly legit.

Oh I'm sorry, is that a fucking
flying pig I see up there?

Listen I'm doing you a favor,
getting you out of a major situation...

And putting an extra
dollar in your pocket.

Don't kick a gift horse
in the mouth!

Yeah? Well here's my answer.

You tell Chongi,
if he fucks with me he'll be pissing blood out of his fucking arse!

Do I look worried?! Eh?

Do I look fucking worried?

Oi! This is your
friend talking.

I went through the same shit you did,
and I'd be there for you if I could!

You're fucked!

- Alright.
- Here's the paper.

Cheers.

- How much is there?
- 500.

- You sure that's 500.
- 500.

- Jimmy, does that look five?
- 500.

Right. What are you
doing tonight?

Going to the club.

OK.

Any chance?

Oh Jimmy, I wanna get a bath and wash my hair,
and I'm a bit tired, I need some kip.

- Alright.
- OK.

- See you later.
- OK.

- See ya.
- Ta.

Who was that?

Never mind.

Tidy few quid.

I've got this if anyone
tries to take it.

You're nuts.

Let's have a look at that.

You could make
a few quid you know,

if you stopped listening to everything your uncle Paul says.

How?

Easy, just start knocking a few people out and demanding it.

What's this?

It's cool. I'm grafting
with Mary, my woman.

You're out of order.
Smoke it outside.

Fuck off!

Do what the man says or I'll
part your hair with this bottle.

You're all right, you.
But I'm not sure about this prick brother.

- I'm not your brother.
- It's alright he's with me.

It's ok Tom,
just leave it. Leave it, Jimmy.

What the fuck are
you doing Jimmy?

You're really fucking bringing it on top for me do you know that?

You're gonna get me the chop.

Those two pricks are living
on borrowed time.

It's so fucking blatant what you were doing.
You were winding them up.

Hit me with a fucking duster.

Robbed me wallet, my chain!

My fucking chain!

And now he's fucking with your
man Jimmy! I want him done!

This is bad for business.

I'm not asking you,
I'm fucking telling you!

Don't point that at me.

And I'm telling you, don't you
ever point a gun at me again.

You're getting soft Chongi, man.

You're like a soft
business man.

And I'm from the street.

If something's not done
about this...

every knob head that comes along is going to think he can us off.

And what am I supposed to do lads,
grease my arse like a fucking bitch?

Hey. Church is over there.

You alright Bob.

How's Tommy?

Not too bad.

Want some?

Yeah go ahead.

I've got no beef with you,
you know.

Here.

How long have you got
before work?

Couple of hours, why?

I wanna show you something.

- Oh yeah.
- Yeah.

What's the matter?

Don't you trust me?

Paul won't push.
He's got rocks in his skull.

That's right. But the time is right,
for someone like you.

You could be head doorman for
a new gaff, we're opening.

You could take home ten grand
cash from the Christmas bucket,

after you've chased some
upstairs to me and Chongi.

And all you have to do is turn the other cheek every once-in-a-while.

Fuck me, that sounds good.

Open your eyes mate,
you're living in the dark ages.

Welcome to
the here and now Tommy!

The Marquis of Queensbury
is dead.

This, is what it's all about!

Kicking in are we?

Anyway... this is all small
potatoes.

I've got a sure fire winner,

going down with a big time property developer,
for serious wedge.

All legit and all by the way.

And I take it your man
Chongi's, none the wiser?

Correct, and do you know what?

Even if someone let slip,
he wouldn't believe them anyway.

- Alright Chongi.
- Bob.

- Chongi you know Tom don't ya?
- Course I do.

You alright Tom?

Good to have you on board.

Come on. Get on.

This could be good for all of us
if it's done right you know.

Get on this Tom.

How much cash you got
on you Chongi?

Nice.

This is small change mate,
and how much have you got on you?

Fuck all. Exactly.

Now this could be yours,
and working with us no fucker would ever take it from you.

Ever.

Here.

Take it. Go on.

No strings.

No sweat. There's plenty more
where that came from.

I know how things
should be done.

That's good to hear, because
it needs doing, right now.

Here!
It's not friendly like this over in Northern Ireland you know.

Oh here we go! Soldier bullshit!

It's not bullshit
mate, I've been there remember.

Those IRA boys are bad.

Piss off those crazy Prody
bastards in East Belfast,

and if they're feeling charitable they
warn you with a bullet in an envelope.

And if they're not,
which is most of the time...

They shoot you in the head
before they even worry about

whether you're the
right fucking person or not.

And that's the truth.

Paul would know all about that wouldn't he?
Being in to all that orange shit.

He had a rep over
there true enough.

Well he would
do wouldn't he.

It's not often you see a crazy black man down the Shankhill road.

Chalky Mandella,
they called him.

Well Chalky Mandella ain't
on Shankhill road anymore.

If you don't get me a result
pronto, you need to back away.

Cause gonna start making
Billy's Bar my local.

Hey Tom...

What's that Paul?

I've been thinking
about this lot, you know.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I just want to say I appreciate
you standing by me y'know?

This is my shit, and I'm asking
you to step down while you can.

What do you mean?

You're sound Tom.

You're sound you know?

But this kind of
shit, one way or another...

Turns you bad, without
you even knowing it.

And I'd hate to think,
of that happening to you.

No way Paul! I'm there for you,
it's just....

What?

Well, I think we should throw
in with Chongi. That's all.

I see.

I mean what's the big problem?
We'd be making big dough.

We met before you know,
a long time ago.

When?

When you beat that
Yank, got your title shot.

I came into your dressing room
afterwards....

You were fucking buzzing,
you know?

Everyone wanted a piece of ya!

You don't remember this,
but I offered you a wedge...

You wouldn't take it.

I've never forgotten that...

How much did they offer ya?

I was gonna be a world champion,
remember?

Remember? And what I know now,
I'd be a bit of your fucking hand off!

You know?

You know, cleaned up.

Tickets to all the fights,
that kind of thing.

You got any kids?

What? What are you
going on about?

I do.

A daughter.

She died in a junkie flat.

Hooked on smack.

I never even knew.

I was too busy making
a fortune selling the stuff.

I don't even know if her
fix came from me.

But it may as well have done.

Soon I...

I'd understand better than most if you throw in with that lot.

But if you do...

Just make sure you
give me a wide birth, aye?

Yo Who's this?

- It's Tom.
- Tom.

What's going on?

Count me out Chongi.

That's your loss.

Chongi?

- Bob, it's me.-Yeah, what's up?

I'm a fucking muppet for
listening to you!

- What's happened?
- Your mate Tom, is fucking punching with Paul.

- Hang on! What you talking about?
- I'm getting a result.

No sign of Paul yet?

Here badge up.

He'll be here in a minute.
I think.

Hey, hey. She's not coming in.

I caught her selling tablets.

Eh love, you're not
coming in OK.

- Why?
- I think you know why, now you're not coming in OK.

Mr. Big fucking bouncer.
I'll get you blown away.

Here you little fucking slag,
I'll give you a fucking slap in a minute, now fuck off.

Your brains will be all over this road in a minute you fucking meat head.

Everyone knows you're gonna
get head off anyway.

You don't exist.
Now go get a fucking rock--

- Who are you talking to?
- You fucking heard!

You doormen ain't hard to find.
You're getting smoked you nob head.

Shut the fuck up.

- Come on, let's go.
- When don't want any proxy club anyway.

Good one!

How's Tom tonight?
You on your own?

Alright, Chongi.

- Alright kid?
- Alright.

No worries, it's only
a coke spiff.

Where's the choc-ice?

He'll be in in a minute.
I'll tell him you were asking after him.

See that.

Homemade that.

Go to the bar and
get yourself a drink on me.

I'm alright...

Nice one.

Alright Bill.

Later.

Bomba clot.

Billy!

Hey, see your mate there?
Does he want a line?

Who let that shit in?

Tom.

You wanna sack him,
he's fucking useless.

You're alright.
You're alright.

- Where's the doorman?
- We could take them.

Here, he's had one over the eight.
He needs to be going out right, common.

What about us?

You gonna throw him out too?

Anyone who fucking touches him,
I'm gonna twat them with this!

Bitch scratch us with a bat.

What's happening lads?

All right Paul?

You got something on your mind?

Nothing that can't wait. Come on
lads, let's leave them to it.

Might see you again, sometime.

You OK?

Glad you're here mate.

So do we get a retainer
or what?

I don't pay retainers.

Why should I break a president
just for you eh?

Eh, not a pound,
nor a penny will I pay!

This ain't no joke Billy.

They just torched my fucking flat and he nearly took a hiding for you!

The pair of you are always pissed,
and you turn a blind eye.

Now there's drugs being sold on these premises,
and I pay good money to get that sorted.

There's drugs being sold on every fucking
premises in the whole fucking world,

so what about that?

Now with respect, no one talks
down to me in my own place.

I'll send the keys back to the breweries
before I have someone dictate to me lad.

Who are you calling lad?

You can stick your job
up your fucking arse.

Come on.

You're fucking sacked anyway.

I'll work the doors on me own!

Piss off, you couple
of fruits!

If you were a younger man,
I'd kill ya stone dead.

We'll run the door
for you Billy.

We'll do a better job
than them two tossers.

Too true Mario. Too true.

That'll teach them, snorting
that shit in my toilets.

Fuck!

You gave me a fucking fright
there man!

Jesus, oh.

What do you want
to talk me about?

You must've heard that y'know,

Paul and the other fella,
they walked out on me.

I want a couple of
your best lads like, you know.

You'll have to take
what I give you.

Yeah OK, but make them good lads,
you know what I'm asking, don't ya?

Of course. You'll have
to pay a retainer.

Listen you soft old
bastard.

Enough of this
fucking dive.

This isn't the friggin Wild West,
and you're not Billy the Kid.

And I'm telling you, you'll pay the retainer,
and you'll take the lads I give you.

- OK?
- OK.

Now, listen...

I ain't fucking messing.

Four on the door.

Tight old bastard.

And he handed
it to that lot.

That's our fucking place Tom.

Let's do it.

Mary where are ya? Don't make
me slap you again, you bitch.

What the fuck do
you two pigs want?

Billy, come on!

Don't sit in there sulking.
Come on you old sod.

Leave it, he'll keep.

He's got to come out
for a piss sometime.

Hey bollocks.

Not so fucking play, now are ya?

Aye!

Hey!

You fucking dickheads, you don't know what you've done.
You're fucking dead mate!

Now listen here. I've just ad a
fucking gun put to my head.

He's telling you the truth Paul.

- Is that right?
- Well where the fuck were you when I needed you?

Get us a drink, my nerves are all shot,
Mary get that Tequila out, the one I got from Mexico.

Cancun, yeah.

A proper drink you
tight bastard.

Alright.

Go ahead.

You better do right by me,
Billy.

I will lad, I will, I will.

This is a surefire winner
Mr. Briggs.

Briggs, as you can see.

Looks good.

It's rock solid, 100 % bonafide.

And what about you?

Look Mr.
Briggs, I may not be part of your Gentlemen's Club, just yet.

Let's not bullshit one another.
This thing was meant to be.

Well if it's as good as what you're saying and as good as what I think.

- I think, we could have ourselves a deal.
- When?

We need to move fast
on this ne.

Tomorrow night.

That's for definite.

Chongi what the fuck?

Oi, Chongi!

What the fuck?

Paul's fucking dead.

Chongi?

You lost the fucking plot.

Get out of my way Bob, get out
of my fucking way right now.

You listen up,
you might want to go down,

and believe me if these two clowns have anything to do with it you will.

But my necks on the line here too.
I'll take care of this so no one need know.

When.

Tomorrow night. And then we're through,
I've got bigger fish to fry than this small time shit.

Hey Paul.

What?

I reckon we're in a lot
of trouble now y'know?

Nothing like stating
the obvious kiddo.

Well, I'm no Einstein am I?

Otherwise, I'd find
a way out of this thing.

Don't sweat it.

Stick with me and you'll be
bullet proof kiddo.

Bob, it's me Tom.

Listen Tom. If you were smart
you'd do like me and step away.

This has got nothing
to do with us anymore,

this is strictly between Chongi and your mate Chalky Mandella.

Hey Irish... Hey Irish...
Wake up...

Remember me?

What about you mucker?

- How's your mom?
- What?

Who?

I need you to do a bit of
business for me.

Get me three rocks and a brown
and I'll do anything for you.

Oh, that's nice.

No you're alright,
that's all I need right now.

I've smoked my house, my wife,
my job, all up in smoke.

You know people think
I'm punch drunk.

Well if this works out right they'll think differently for sure.

I'm with you mucker,
I won't let you down.

I won't let you down.

And that's it?

Yep.

That's the big favor?

Just hand this over to that
Chongi fella and say the words?

That's right then get the fuck
out of there sharpish.

No problem mate.
No fucking problem.

If it isn't king rat himself.

Fuck off.

Alright pal what can
I do for you?

Is Chongi about?

Sorry mate he's gone
on his holidays.

I need to deliver a package
on behalf of my associates.

Which associates would these be?

- From East Belfast...
- East Belfast?

On behalf of
Mister Chalky Mandella.

- Chalky Mandella?
He'll know who I mean.

Don't you understand
what I said?

I need to deliver
this to Chongi! No!

I need to see Chongi--

Give it here.
I'll see he gets it.

Whoa, whoa.

No problem tiger.

At least Billy had sense enough,
to keep it quiet for a while.

Nothing but dead beats in there.

I'll just go give it a check eh.

Sorry mate.

For fuck sake.

What can I get you handsome?

Give me a real gun.
With real ammunition.

You sure about that champ?
Why don't you have a whiskey instead?

Get me a glass of water,
my mouths dry.

- Fucking hell you freak.
- Get your hands off me!

- Take it easy, love.
- Fuck off!

I need this night to be over.

♪ Na-na-naa, na-na, na na na ♪

♪ I, got us
a dead man walking ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh, dead man talking ♪

♪ Oh-oh oh, from that you
bought from a child ♪

♪ until the day that you die ♪

♪ I didn't mind walking
oh-oh oh ♪

♪ I didn't mind walking
oh-oh oh ♪

I feel like someone's just
walked over my grave.

Not tonight kidda. Not tonight.

Oh, forgot to give you
this before.

- What the fuck's this?
- I don't know do I?

Some fella told me
to give it to you.

When?

A couple of hours back,
the fella said to give it you.

What fella?

Some Paddy, never seen him before,
he definitely knew you though.

What Paddy? I don't know
any Paddy's.

Some stupid Irish twat...

he said it was from.. Chalky Someone's mates in East Belfast?
He said you'd understand.

- East Belfast?
- That's what he said.

Chalky... Mandella,
that's it Chalky Mandella's mates in East Belfast.

- Fuck...
- What?

Bob it's me, I've just been handed a bullet just like you said,
fucking call me now!

Aces and eights...
read 'em and weeps lads.

Yehoo!

How the fuck does he do that?

You sure them cards
ain't marked cowboy?

At the back of the table,
or the one up my sleeve?

Digity-dong.

♪ I really love you ♪

For fuck sake.

♪ Oh yes I do ♪

I'm going for a piss.

♪ And I always want you ♪

Do us a favor Tom, get rid
of Mario Lanza will ya?

Come on. You can fucking do it.
Come on!

Stop.

Ohh, I'll see ya mate.

- So you tomorrow.
- Alright mate, you have a good one eh?

Get out of the way you muppet,
I'm trying to save your partners neck.

Fuck. Shit.
- Chongi, what are you doing?

Tom! Tom get over here!

No, no! Wait!

No wait, it's
a fucking mis--

Fucking amateurs.

Fucking hell. Quick!

Sweet Jesus.

Don't ask.

Have they gone, Mary?

Oh Jesus.

We better get out of here, now!

What for?

We haven't done anything wrong.

- Have we?
- No. - No.

I'm gonna ring for an ambulance.

Come on Paul for fuck sake!

I'm coming!

- Who the fucks this?
- Romeo Brown, get in!

Fuck me!

Tom! Tom! Hang in there matey!

Tom?

Tom?

Tom!

Tom!... Tom!... Tom!

Hang on in there matey!

Hang on in there mate!

Step on over here a minute...

Mr. Briggs doesn't want to know,
no calls, no contact, no nothing.

You're a fucking hero, Tom!

You hear me? Fucking hero!

Tom?

Paul... Paul?

Well?

Look I don't know do I?

I'll go check.

♪ As I walked out, of the
streets of Laredo ♪

♪ as I walked out of
Laredo one day ♪

♪ I spied upon a cowboy,
wrapped in white leather ♪

Paul.

I wanted to see you mate.

Slumming it are we Bob?

I wanted to talk to you about...

You know, all this shit.

Hey Tom, that Romeo
Brown is one crazy fucker.

I tried to tell Chongi that he'd picked the wrong side,
but he just wouldn't listen.

What do you want Bob?

I want you to know that what ever shit you've heard it ain't true.

I did my best for you two,
I swear!

You have heard shit haven't ya?

Plenty.

Like the last call Chongi made before he got shot was to you Bob.

Yeah well.. I can explain,
What the..

See you later Bob.

Here he is folks.

Set them up sweetheart,
the drinks are on Tom.

- Are you sure about him?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Welcome back matey.

Told you he was an
earner didn't I.

This is what you want.

Are you sure?

Tom the Chief... Watt.

Bullet proof.