Rise of the Footsoldier Part II (2015) - full transcript
The life of underworld icon Carlton Leach.
I want to die with dignity.
But when an execution's
carried out in my world,
there's no military parade,
no music, no march past.
It's just a hideous death.
No guilt. And no remorse.
That's the way
it's always been.
But now that I've got death
staring me in the face,
why should I accept it?
I knew that whoever killed
Tony and the lads
could still be out there.
And with every day
that went by,
the anger and the frustration
got worse...
until I felt the paranoia
slowly suffocating me.
Essex had changed,
become darker.
The pill-popping,
acid house days were long gone.
Coke had taken over.
Some nights,
I could smell the crack
seeping out the pores
of their skin.
Where's the fucking gear?
He said he sorted you out
a couple of packets already.
Yeah. That's right.
I've taxed your fellow,
now I'm taxing you.
Where's the fucking gear?
It's gone, Carl.
I've sold my last one...
- Really? Really? Really? What's this?!
- Yes.
It ain't in my fucking fanny
either. Fuck's sake, Carlton.
Lift it up.
And that.
And what's this, eh?
What's this?
Fucking prick, Carlton.
You're a fucking cunt!
Do you hear me?
You're a fucking cunt!
Come on then.
Stab me, you cunt.
What's this? What's this?
You dirty fucking cunt.
You dirty fucking cunt.
Get off...
Get off of me! Fuck off!
Fuck off!
What? Come again?
- Calm down! Calm down!
- Fuck off!
- Fuck off.
- Calm down.
on the head, mate.
All right. Calm down.
Just calm down. All right.
Go home. Yeah?
We'll talk about it later, yeah?
Just go home.
Carl, calm down, yeah?
We're gonna have the police
all over here. Just go home.
All right?
Fuckin' wankers.
Cunts!
Did you get my message?
Well, I'm here, ain't I?
Why didn't you just answer
the phone?
I had someone around.
I didn't hear it ring.
You know you got fucking claret
all down your face, don't you?
Huh?
Turn that off.
There's a thing
in the glove box.
Got enough fucking paper clips
in here?
Yeah, well, I told you,
I had someone 'round.
There's some tissues
in there or something.
- Don't know why you bother?
- 'Cause I have to.
Well, I know you're polo, mate,
but you're gonna catch AIDS
if you ain't careful.
You don't know
where those cunts have been.
Is she up?
No, I don't think so.
Look at them fucking
noncy bollockses.
Sure that cunt's Old Bill.
Fucking wanker.
Just like the rest of the
fucking wankers around there.
All fucking turncoats,
the lot of them.
How many bags you had tonight?
You starting to sound like her.
Why? You want a bit?
No, I'm up early. I've gotta
flop on that cunt George.
Now I know where he works,
gotta pick up the dough.
Better fucking have it as well.
He's got it. Been driving around
in a fucking Saab 900.
And if he fucks you bad,
just take it off him.
Here, do you wanna lose that?
Oh, fucking... You ain't...
No, I ain't. Listen.
I'm gonna go in, all right,
before she starts hanging out
the fucking window.
I'll see you in the morning.
What's this? What you doing?
I'm putting the washer on.
You're taking the piss.
Just go to fucking bed.
What's that?
What?
You deaf and blind,
you fat fuck? What's that?
It's all over your hands?
Look, all right, I'll sort it.
Just fuck off to bed.
Nosey cunt.
Fuck off.
I'm sick of this shit.
I'm bored of your bollocks.
For fuck's sake, Carlton.
You're disgusting.
...brutal gangland slaying...
Discovered in a Range Rover on
a farm in Rettendon in Essex...
...when it's expected that the names
of those murdered will be released.
The victims were
38-year-old Anthony Tucker,
37-year-old Patrick Tate,
and 26-year-old Craig Rolfe.
It's believed that
all three men
had gangland connections.
Mom! Dad!
Dad, there's
someone out there, please!
Please come and help us!
Please.
You're fucking sick!
I'm not putting up
with this shit anymore.
You're fucking sick.
Come on, girls.
I'm taking the girls.
We're going to my mum's
and if you come fucking near me,
I'm gonna call the Old Bill.
Do you hear me?
Denny, no!
Let's go. Let's go.
Let's go. Go. Go. Go.
All right, mate,
fucking hell.
So he comes in all guns blazing.
Drags her out of bed.
Did you see the state
of her face?
- No. No.
- Great big black eye.
I mean, she was trying
to cover it with makeup,
but it looks horrendous.
She might as well
have just left it.
And after that,
I'll fucking shit on her head.
All right, girls.
Bloody hell, he's getting big,
isn't he, Ton?
I'll shit in your mouth.
- Been here long?
- No, just got here.
Oh, fuck off.
It's all right, Dad,
you can sit down.
You all right, Shawn.
Well, you better buy her
a new one.
- All right.
- You ordered?
No, not yet.
You heard from Mum?
Yeah, she phoned me
this morning.
And what did she have to say?
She said you're a fucking mug.
Oh, really?
That's nice, isn't it?
Now, shut up. Listen.
Look, you know how this works.
Oh, fuck off.
Have whatever you want.
Does your little one
want something?
Here, you do children's meals,
don't you, fellow?
He's already had
some, thanks.
Otherwise, he'll be
shitting everywhere.
- Are you having something, Dad?
- No.
No, I'm not hungry.
Listen, I'll just have a Jack Daniels
and Coke, please, fellow. Lots of ice.
You want a drink?
Uh, Diet Coke.
All right, so that's two
Diet Cokes please, fellow,
and he'll have a cup of tea.
He's owes us! Fuck off!
- When you gonna make me a granddad?
- Oh, fuck off.
- Problem?
- Benny wants to know if you're on the phone?
I gotta find a nice bloke first.
There's loads
of nice blokes in Essex.
- What's he want?
- Saab 900 don't belong to George,
belongs to Benny's missus.
She's screwing Benny,
wants it back today.
That's not my problem.
That's Benny now.
Hello.
Calm down.
He wants to speak to you.
Hello, Benny.
All right, listen, don't shout.
No. No. Don't...
Benny, don't shout. Listen.
Listen, that fucking George
has been swerving me
for the last two weeks.
Look, I don't care if it's your wife's
motor or Mother fucking Theresa's.
I'm owed money,
so I've taken it.
Look, w...
She wants it back today,
you're gonna have to front
and go and see George for it.
That's not my problem.
No, li...
Take that. He's giving me
a fucking headache.
What was we saying? Oh, yeah,
why can't you get a bloke?
Because the very minute
they find out who my dad is,
they suddenly lose interest.
It's funny that, isn't it?
No, he fucking owes us.
Look, if the money
ain't there tonight, right,
George is going in the boot and
the motor is going in the Thames.
Look, can we just have
a few more minutes?
I don't know what
the cunt's problem is.
He comes to us, right,
with a bit of a fucking woe
that can't be sorted out
in court, right.
We've done the work.
I mean, what does he want,
a fucking invoice?
People at Staines
take fucking liberties.
And what's George going round in
a fucking Benny White anyway,
over a poxy
three grand fucking debt?
I know he's giving me
the right fucking hump.
Cunt.
- What's the time?
- Bang on one.
So how did we leave it?
- Is Benny coming?
- No, he's sending his nephew.
Good. I can't stand
that fucking turd.
No, you're all right,
I've had some.
- Dave?
- I'm all right, mate.
I thought you turned, uh...
your back on us, Dave? Eh?
Got a proper job.
What's the matter, eh? What,
you missed the act, did you? Eh?
No. Just got bills to pay.
Haven't we all, fellow.
Haven't we all.
So, come on then, what's happening?
You phone him or what?
That's what I'm doing.
No one's answering.
How much would you
give me for this motor, Dave?
I can't afford it.
Well, let's just say
that you could.
What? Four grand?
Five grand?
How about six grand?
That sound about right to you?
Yeah?
- Aye, it sounds about right.
- Aye.
So if I was to offer you
this motor right now
for about three grand,
a mere three grand,
you'd say I was being
really generous, wouldn't you?
Aye.
So why the fuck are these cunts
not fucking here?
Carl, I don't know what he's playing at.
I've called him three fucking times.
Bollocks! Fuck him.
I'm not fucking having this.
Who the fuck do they think
they are, the fucking Nortons?
I don't think
they're gonna show.
- Fucking wankers.
- I don't think they're gonna show.
Was I talking to you,
shit cunt, eh?
Was I talking to him? Just keep
your fucking mouth shut,
- you fucking wanker.
- That's it. Fuck this. I'm off.
Oh, really?
Go on then. Thats good!
Yeah. No. I don't wanna be spoke
to like that. Bollocks.
- Go on. Off you go.
- Dave. Dave, do you wanna lift?
Go on. Off you go. Off you go.
Yeah. Yeah. Go on.
Yeah, that's right.
And you, you fucking wankers.
Cunt! Fucking...
Fucking cunt. Fucking turd.
Carlton.
Steve, why aren't you answering
the fucking phone?
I've been calling you
fucking six times.
Listen, I wanna try and fucking
sort out who's in tonight.
- I've already done it.
- Eh?
What do you mean
you've already done it?
The rota,
I've done it myself, Carl.
Management stepped in.
There's been way too much agg.
They're giving me the door now.
They've let you go.
I'm sorry, mate.
What do you mean?
What... What... What...
What, you've taken over
or something?
Yeah.
Jesus Christ, hang on
a fucking minute.
You wouldn't even be on the door
if it weren't for me.
I fucking helped you out when you
was on your fucking knees, you cunt!
I'm sorry, mate.
I'm just obeying orders, yeah.
Open this fucking door.
Fucking...
- Hello?
- Hello, Thelma.
Is Denny there?
Carlton.
She's gone out.
Hello, mate, you all right?
Yeah, listen, come get me.
I can't stay in here.
I'm gonna go fucking mad.
That fucking George is dead.
If he thinks he can
just mug us off,
we've gotta set an example.
- Agreed.
- Ring up Mad Jack,
tell him to go 'round there, douse the
cunt in petrol, and set him alight.
Yeah, sweet.
Have another scotch.
I mean, what's he think I am,
some sort of cunt?
I've been at it longer
than all of these lot
put the fuck together.
And no one, no one throws me
a fucking bone.
Cunt. Where's my thing?
Have you seen my thing?
Oy, sweetheart, come over here.
It's all right, I've got it.
Listen, take my friend with you.
He's doing my fucking head in.
Oh...
Oh, I thought we lost you,
Carlton, but you're...
you're coming back now.
When you boys fall,
it is to me that you come.
Cocaine-induced hypothermia.
A result, I'm afraid, Carlton,
of... excess.
Is he gonna be all right?
Diazepam, yes,
it worked, but...
not always.
No, not always.
Oh, better now.
Oh, nice.
Geezer you're after has jumped
out the toilet window.
You be quick,
you might catch him.
Good to see you, mate.
How have you been?
All right.
I've been waiting for you
to come and see me
after what happened.
It's been a long time.
I've been busy.
He was a good man, Tony.
They all were.
But they took liberties.
You did well to stay out of it.
I hope
their families get justice.
How is yours?
Denny's moved out.
Carlton.
Do you know how many days
a soldier can spend in combat
before he starts to crack up?
Sixty.
If they don't pull them out
after that,
98 percent of them are ready
for the loony bin.
What's happened to you, Carlton?
- I'm all right.
- You're shaking, fellow.
You been living on the
front line for too long, son,
and in our world,
no one pulls you out.
Can you throw me some work?
You'll have to straighten
yourself out.
People are
swerving you, Carl,
because you've become
unpredictable.
They're saying...
you're a liability, son.
Here you are. Two bags there.
Take it.
Spend it on coke if you like.
Or sort yourself out
and get back in the gym.
You stepped off
the merry-go-round, son.
Time you got back on it.
When
the underworld throws you
a lifeline,
you take it.
I wasn't prepared to die.
And I wasn't about
to throw the towel in either.
Fucking hell,
don't know about Pikies,
it's like the ICF
popped in for a pint.
It's all right, fellow,
you can put that down.
Reg sent us.
Mate, tell these cunts
to stop banging.
Where's Geoff King?
We wanna talk to him.
He's in the office.
Bit shaken up.
So is this the first time
this has happened or what?
Yeah. He's not had
the place long.
He's a nice fellow,
but he hasn't got a clue.
You don't say.
That's why
he brought me in, you know.
Someone who knows
the game and that.
Follow me, gents.
Cunt.
Want a drink?
Yeah, go on.
Hey, darling, can I get
a couple of Diet Cokes please?
Don't worry about the ice.
They just kept kicking me.
They're like bloody animals.
They told this prat
it was an anniversary.
Who is they?
Two girls came in.
They said it was
their mum and dad's 50th.
Did you get their names?
Uh, Tina was one.
I don't know the other.
What, you didn't get
their details?
Did he fuck?
I didn't know
that they were Pikies.
It couldn't have been
more obvious if they'd tried
to sell you
lucky fucking heather.
They always send
the women in first.
Well, they seemed
all right to me.
I didn't know that two hours
later, there'd be hundreds of them.
Yeah. It was a wedding.
The women were all at one end,
and the men were
all stood at the other.
Then the kids starting letting
off the fire extinguishers.
Yeah. It was a wedding.
I've been to a couple.
They were pulling
their own pints.
I tried to speak to them.
They just went berserk.
Where was your door staff
while all this was happening?
Being knocked unconscious.
Two of them are now in hospital.
What did the Old Bill say?
They said once they find
a place they like,
they keep coming back.
Yeah, they will.
I can't go through this again.
I'll see what I can do.
Excuse us.
What you thinking?
I think it's a lot
of vag. It's a shithole.
It's a big shithole though.
I'd knock that through.
Turn the whole place into one big club.
What do you think of him?
He's a mug.
He's obviously got a lot
of Dorises working for him.
It's all right. Fuck them off.
Bring in our own lumps.
We can sort out this agg
and take over the whole lot.
He owns the freehold...
and we own him.
I think we should swerve it.
I mean, I fucking hate clubs,
and you're gonna get
right back on the sniff.
I collect debts, I don't run
fucking doors, do I?
Plus, it's gonna take
a load of our fucking time
and... what about the work?
Jesus, I'm not asking you to give
up kidnapping and torturing people.
All I'm saying is
if we set this up properly,
it'll take care of itself.
Mate, I'm on my fucking
knees here, help me out.
Just trying to get
my family back.
Listen, we could sort out
the bits and pieces.
We can make fucking
bundles here, I'm telling you.
Fucking bundles.
Nah, that's what Pat
and Tony thought.
Yeah, but things are
different now, aren't they?
Are they?
I bet there's no food
in the house.
If it is,
it's probably gone off.
There's milk in the fridge.
And who's doing your washing?
Me. Who do you think
is bloody doing it?
Bet you've taken it down
to the laundrette.
Listen. I might not be
the greatest dad in the world,
but I know how to wash
my own bloody shorts, girl.
- Do you want me to come over?
- No! I'm all right.
You seen the posters,
my new club?
No, you haven't got a club.
Yes, I have.
Tell Denny
when you see her, all right,
that I'm gonna be
kayko again soon.
Tell her I'm gonna be dripping
with dough, all right.
Tell her that.
And don't forget
it's Jody's birthday next week.
When?
You're bloody outrageous, Dad.
I know when she was born. I just
don't know what day it is next week.
- It's next Sunday.
- All right.
Well... I'll get her
something nice.
Listen. I know
it's opening night
and everyone's a bit excited,
but one of your doormen's out there,
waving about what looks like
a cattle prod.
Yeah, that's Mad Jack.
I'll tell him to put it away.
Hello, darling. So is your Nan
making you a birthday cake?
You gonna save me some?
No.
Of course I have.
Are you gonna bring it
to Nana's house?
Yeah. Well, I'll have to speak
to your mum first.
Jaime, give me
the phone back.
I'll tell Mum.
Mum! Mum! Mum!
What did you say to her?
I didn't say nothing to her.
Thanks for that. I've gotta try
and get her to bed now.
So what's happening
about tomorrow?
I don't know, all right.
I've got two kids screaming the
house down and I'm at my Mum's.
I don't know anything.
Fucking cunt!
- Hello, mate, you all right?
- Mate, you better get down here,
the fucking gypos have
turned up. We're outnumbered.
Go. Go. Go. Go.
You Cunt! Move!
Fucking cunt!
Aah!
Mad Jack, get him off me!
Die, you cunt!
Die, you gypsy cunt!
Die, you fucking gypsy cunt!
Oy! What the fuck?
Now, Tony, shake his
fucking hand, you silly cunts.
- Jon Jon.
- Carlton.
Long time no see.
What you doing down here?
I come down for a wedding.
I thought I'd stay here, mate.
I wanna apologize for the action
of these young men.
Okay. They can't hold
their beer.
- This is my son. My youngest.
- Hello, mate.
- You all right?
- Steve.
How you doing? You all right?
Good to see you.
Listen, guys, do you wanna
pop in for a drink?
Yeah. Yeah.
Sure, that'd be good.
- Yeah, nice one. Thank you very much.
- Come on.
Hey, love, can you take
these gentlemen up
to the VIP for me please.
Cheers, darling.
Yeah. No, I'm fine.
Are you mad?
Listen, that geezer over there
is a very good pal
of mine, all right.
He also happens to be one of the best
bare-knuckle fighters in the country.
So fucking look after him.
See. Ain't so bad after all.
Fucking love you, mate.
I fucking love you.
Fuck off. Fuck off.
Fuck off. Fuck off.
Don't worry, he doesn't bite
as hard as me.
You wanna see
the state of your neck?
It looks like
you've been mauled.
Thanks.
I would say I'm sorry,
but I'm not.
So what's my name?
Don't know.
Well, that's fucking great,
isn't it?
- Lorraine?
- No.
Come on, Woody. I'm gonna
bring you down for a pee.
Would you like
a cup of tea, Carlton?
For fuck's sake.
You have one new message.
First message.
Hello, Dad, Nana got me
a new birthday dress.
Please come to my party.
Cheers, Lucy.
- So what's she gonna say?
- Who?
Your wife when you go home?
Nothing.
So how long have you
been together?
What's it got to do with you?
Last night, you were pilled up
asking if you could stay here
while you were getting
your shit together.
And what, I can't ask you
a question now?
Look, if you think
you're the only villain
that I've fucked in this bed,
you're even more stupid
than your wife for putting up
with your shit.
- Mouthy, ain't you!
- I'm not actually.
Because if I was,
I'd probably be dead by now.
Don't worry, I know
when to keep my mouth shut.
Who's the lump
in the photo?
What's that got to do with you?
Nothing.
- Hello, Thelma.
- What do you want?
Ain't you fucking dead yet?
What is it now, Carlton?
I just wanna come 'round
and wish my daughter
happy birthday,
if it's all right?
Look at the state of you.
Yeah, well, we had a bit
of agg at the club last night.
I'm not interested.
You coming in or what?
Dad.
Yeah.
Happy birthday, darling.
Aww!
All right. All right,
don't drop him.
What do you say
to your dad?
Thank you.
Yeah. Do I get a kiss?
There you go. All right.
That'll be pissing everywhere.
You know my mum hates dogs.
You gonna take
your coat off or what?
No. No, I've gotta go.
I've got a bit of work on.
Of course you have.
He's my pup.
Look, I want you and the kids
to come back home.
I told you, Carl,
I'm not doing it.
Yeah, well, that's what I wanted to talk
to you about, you know. It's just...
What?
Look, can't we just go inside?
It's hardly a fucking secret.
All right. Well, I'm moving out.
I don't think it's fair
that you and the girls
are cooped up 'round here,
you know.
Where are you going?
I'll probably stay
with a friend.
Right.
Right. Well, thanks
for stopping by, yeah.
Take this.
Thanks.
Abass, you remember Carlton?
He used to be a very
close friend of the family's.
Before the troubles.
No. You're too young.
How's the rest of the family?
Busy as always.
That's good to hear.
Are you sure
you don't want a drink?
No, no, no, no.
He's a good boy.
Bit like his father.
So you still like to gamble?
You know win some, lose some.
What about lately?
Lose some.
How much?
Two trucks.
One has been stripped. Gone.
The other one's sitting
in a barn somewhere in Kent.
Done by the same people.
Yeah, it's been happening
a lot recently.
That's a little bit naughty to hijack
a truck that's already been stolen.
Well, we live in dark times,
my friend.
Booze or fags?
Vodka. Courtesy of France.
What about the driver?
He put up a fight,
but they stabbed him.
We think he's dead.
The other guy got away. Lucky.
Because that's why we know
where the truck is.
We need someone to reclaim it.
What do you think?
I think we should go and get it.
I was humping
the missus last night
and after about six minutes,
I shoot my load,
roll over, spark up.
She starts going
all fucking Garrity,
"Ain't you gonna finish me off,
you selfish bastard?"
So I smothered her.
- You are joking?
- Nah.
- Did you have to bring him?
- What?
Oh, it's all right. She's
still alive, the fat bitch.
Listen, you shut
your fucking mouth
and stay away from me.
Don't be giving me
no fucking orders, sweaty.
You ain't in the army now.
What the fuck
you doing here anyway?
I'm here to drive
your fucking wagon.
I forgot you two
fancy each other.
Oh, Felix, just ignore him.
Listen, I don't like idiots, Carlton.
Idiots get you fucking killed.
Okay, action man, how about I ram
this down your fucking throat?
I'll drop you
in a fucking heartbeat, cunt.
Oh, come on, you two,
cut the bollocks.
Calm down.
Cunt.
All right. Let's go.
Hey!
Get on the fucking floor!
Get on the fucking floor now!
Get down now!
Fucking prick!
Where's the fucking keys?
Speak English, you fucking cunt?
Where's the fucking keys
to the truck?
Carlton! Fucking jackpot, mate.
Go switch the plates over.
All right, mate.
Nobody fucking move!
Get down, you cunts!
What the fuck is that?
Oh, man, is that the driver?
What the fuck
we gonna do with this?
We'll get him up.
He's coming with us.
How's that driver getting on?
He won't be working
for us again, but he'll live.
Nice work, Carlton. Thank you.
Might have another job
if you're interested.
- I'm listening.
- You're gonna need your passports.
Go on.
How does Tenerife sound?
- Lovely.
- Well, we have a club out there,
and it makes good money.
When people pay their taxes,
everyone's happy.
When certain individuals
choose to ignore that...
we have a problem.
Well, it's simple. If people wanna
serve up, then you gotta pay.
So we can take care
of that for you.
Absolutely.
Why not.
Listen, excuse me
for a minute, gents.
Do you know Tenerife?
Well, to be honest,
it's not really my cup of tea,
but Carlton's done
some work out there with Tony
when Nigel Benn
was training for a fight.
So, you know, why not.
Good.
Fucking hell, you on Viagra
or something?
Keep your mouth shut.
What if I don't?
I'm gonna ram your knickers down
your fucking throat, you bitch.
Oh, fuck me,
you bastard, fuck me.
Oh!
Oh, man, look at that.
Gorgeous.
Women, eh?
Boob jobs. Nose jobs.
Teeth bleaching. Tummy tucks.
Liposuction. Colonic irrigation.
Botox.
Pierced ears, nipples,
belly buttons, anklets.
Eyebrows plucked. Bikinis waxed.
Arm pits shaved. Lips tattooed.
Diets. Exercise.
But they won't take it
in the fucking arse.
'Cause that hurts.
- You're a sick cunt.
- Yeah.
Is that fucking Tom Cruise?
Brixton Belly.
How you doing, fella,
you all right?
- Ah, how's it going?
- Good to see you.
Stan. Fucking hell,
what's happened to you?
You're like a fucking lizard.
It's hot out here.
Pissing it down at home, is it?
Yeah. You're not wrong.
Shawn, this is Stan.
This is Bob.
Take a seat, gents.
Here, darling, can I get
a couple of Long Island Ice Teas
for these two, and we'll just
get a couple of Cokes,
- lots of ice.
- You not drinking?
Nah, not just yet.
Me and Bob go way back,
don't we, fellow, eh?
- Yeah, man.
- Yeah.
And this geezer,
we used to work the door
at the Ministry
of Sound, isn't it?
That's it. Yeah, them were
the days, mate, remember.
Remember when fucking Big Lenny tried
to come and take the door off us.
Fucking hell. I thought I was
gonna have to shoot the cunt.
I was hardly gonna roll around on
the cobbles with an 80-stone monster,
you know what I mean?
Fuck that.
Tell you what, you're gonna love
this Demikran's place.
- It's right next to the club.
- And I've got the fucking greatest
on this fucking island,
Rocket Fuel.
I bet you have.
This gear is ridiculous.
I love the smell of it.
I'm telling you.
It makes the girls go mental.
This wanker's big sister
used to stash cocaine
in the used underwear basket,
so technically,
his drug addiction is her fault.
Yeah. You're probably right.
Hi, this
is Denny. Leave me a message.
They're sniffing
their heads off in there.
You get hold of her?
She's not answering her phone.
Me and Tony had
such a laugh out here.
We were side by side.
We just knew we had
each other's back.
We was untouchable.
It should have stayed like that.
Wasn't your fault, mate.
I let people down, Shawn.
That's what I do.
I walked out on my son.
And now I'm doing
exactly the same
with Denny and the kids.
I'm gonna lose them, Shawn.
No, you'll sort it, mate.
You reckon?
Yeah, 'course.
I can't end up like Tony.
You know I'm always gonna
be there for you, don't you?
Yeah, I know, mate.
Come on.
Let's go and see
if that mad cunt's had
a heart attack.
How is things going
with Mickey Steele and Jack?
They're still waiting
their trial, aren't they?
Do you think they did it?
Doesn't matter what I think.
It ain't gonna bring Tony back.
What if they didn't do it?
Then whoever did
is still walking about.
That's why I ain't
coming back, bruv.
The Ends is a shithole.
You could get popped by anyone.
If the Yardies ain't trying
to fucking burst you,
the Nortons will.
I'm telling you,
I'm not going back to Essex
until it fucking calms down
with bass.
Well, you'll be waiting
a long time then, won't you?
Essex will never calm down.
There's too many people at it.
Which is fine.
As long as you
don't take the piss.
- It's good to see you, big fellow.
- You too, man.
Right. Well, we better go
and check on the door.
Lads, soon as
you're ready, come down.
We'll look after you.
I reckon that's them.
Yeah, mate, you're right.
Boys. It's cunt o'clock.
Let's go.
Evening, gents.
Who you paying rent to?
Who the fuck are you?
My name's Carlton Leach.
Now answer the question.
We pay the club.
You see the thing is,
the owner of this club is
a very good friend of mine.
And he begs to differ.
Come with me.
It's all right,
I ain't gonna hurt you.
Just wanna talk business.
These men belong to us.
But they got greedy.
From now on,
you pay Demikran direct.
Do you understand?
Oy-oy.
- You all right?
- What you up to?
Not much. Denny said
you were in Tenerife.
Yeah. Me and Shawn had
a bit of work out there.
Oh, well, me and the girls
are thinking about going.
Let me know when you wanna go 'cause
my mate's got an apartment out there.
- You could stay there for nothing.
- Oh, wicked. Thanks, Dad.
It's all right.
Who's that?
It's my new man.
Oh, behave.
He's about 12, ain't he?
Shut up.
What's he doing
standing over there?
Well... he's Millwall,
ain't he?
You're fucking joking me,
ain't you?
'Course he ain't.
Nick. What you standing
over there for?
You can come over,
you know.
Look, I just wanna say
I think you're a legend.
Oh, my God.
How muggy is that?
Right, come on. We're going.
Um, Dad, don't forget
to speak to Denny
'cause she misses you,
all right.
Yeah, all right.
We don't have
that sort of money.
We just have a small cash
and carry business.
Well, they obviously
think you do.
We don't have
a hundred thousand pounds.
Sit down, fellow,
you're giving me indigestion.
Father, please, sit down.
These men are gonna help.
I'm not so sure about that,
fellow. Who are these people?
- I don't know.
- His name's Matthew Taylor.
- Matthew Taylor, who the fuck is that? Do you know?
- No.
Great, so you want me to look
through the Yellow Pages.
If we don't give him
a 100K by Wednesday...
Yeah, he's gonna burn the warehouse down.
I've got that bit.
Look.
They're just a couple of mugs,
ain't they, trying it on.
Are you sure about that?
Well, what do you think?
I don't know, this came
through you, didn't it?
All right. Forty grand.
We can't pay that.
Then it's gonna cost you
ten grand for fucking us about.
Can we get
some more poppadoms please?
So where's the fucking money
then, you smelly cunt?
It's all there?
There is no money.
What the fuck
are you doing here?
I'm looking after
these fellows' best interests.
And what do you know
about that?
Me? I do this for a living, son.
Really?
Because from what I hear,
you're finished.
You lost it.
Game's moved on, old man.
You see this.
This don't concern you.
So why don't you take
your little firm and fuck off.
If you're not careful,
I can see you ending up
like your old friend,
Tony Tucker.
Who the fuck were they?
- Did you know them?
- No.
Yeah, well, they're hardly
fucking no one, are they?
- Getting sloppy.
- Oh, fuck off.
You're getting fucking sloppy.
What's the matter,
you're fucking...
You do your fucking homework.
Do your fucking homework.
Look. Let's get
the fuck out of here.
Cunt.
If you're not careful,
I can see you ending up
like your old friend,
Tony Tucker.
You're disgusting.
Watch the road, girls.
Watch the roads.
Hello, girls, you all right?
Yeah.
Can you give us
a lift, Dad?
No. I've got to go
to work, babe.
I can't be bothered to walk.
Honey, I'm sorry,
I've got work on. Sorry.
What you doing here?
I just come to see how you are.
We're fine.
You look fucked.
Well, it's been a long night,
hasn't it? That's all.
Suggest you go to bed then.
Come on, girls.
Let's go to school.
- No, we wanna see Dad.
- Now!
I haven't
seen him in ages.
I'm tired. I can't walk.
Done well to turn
this place 'round.
I hardly recognize it.
Where's Shawn?
Given him the night off?
No. He's doing his own thing.
You two make a strong team.
Yeah. We do all right.
People are aware of that.
Good. I don't want
people thinking I'm finished.
I see Denny's moved back in.
That's good, isn't it?
How did you know that?
I seen her and the girls
coming out of the house
the other morning
when I drove past.
That's good that
they moved back in with you.
- I'm not there.
- Oh.
Sorry. Thought you was.
No.
Well, maybe you should
think about it.
You might be leaving yourself
open, Carlton.
I will. Just been busy,
that's all.
Try not to take on
too much, yeah.
Then things won't get
so complicated.
Reg, has someone been
saying something?
No.
Just don't go too fast,
that's all.
Slow down a bit.
Don't you worry about me.
I'm not.
Listen. If someone's
been shooting their mouth off,
it's probably just some coked-up
plastic wannabe, all right?
I ain't gonna lose
no sleep over it.
You want a drink?
Oh, I'm sick of people groping
my arse all bloody night.
Get paid, don't you?
It's hard work walking around
in high heels
and having to deal with
coked-up perverts all night.
Don't know what
the fucking problem is.
You're drunk.
Give me the keys.
Let me drive. Come on.
I don't wanna fight
with you, Carlton.
Just give me the fucking keys.
She's really beautiful.
I don't know why
you're fucking her around.
Has no one told you, I'm a cunt.
At least you're honest about it.
What's this cunt doing?
What? Why are you going
the wrong way?
Get down.
- Get down.
- What?
Get down!
What's going on?
Oh, my God, what's going on?
Just bring me home.
Just bring me home now.
We gotta keep active.
I ain't slowing down for no one.
That's why we're gonna do him.
His name is Kenny Davis.
He was sent out to Spain
to pick up seventy grand.
And he forgot to come back.
People have been after
this slippery cunt for ages.
Well, then it'll make us
look good.
He's hiding out in Portugal.
We're gonna find him.
How is it I know this geezer?
He's that bald-headed mug
who used to work
on the door at Kudos.
You know the geezer, the one
who was always letting in
the fucking 16-year-olds.
That's right.
You were in his fucking house that
time to pick up them.
The geezer who had a load of teenagers
sitting around blowing bubbles.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
He's a fucking nonce.
Be a pleasure
to carve that cunt up.
I'm gonna put the kettle on.
- Is there any beers left?
- No.
As long as we're a hundred
percent sure he's out there.
No. I'm just gonna send us all
on a wild fucking goose chase.
Of course I'm fucking sure.
I know where he is.
He's in Villa Morta.
Villa Morta?
Seventy grand
with all those dirty bastards.
Be none of it left.
Lucy, is there a bin?
Yeah, it's over
beside the fridge.
Will you get me the milk out
when you're down there?
Would you like a cup?
Yeah, go on.
So is this guy really a nonce?
Who?
The guy you're
going out to find?
I don't know.
I don't care.
I treat them all the same.
I... I just don't know
how you do it.
I mean, I couldn't hurt anyone.
I mean, what if you kill him?
- I won't.
- How do you know?
I just do.
Do you remember buying
your first record?
Yeah it was, um,
Donna Summers' I Feel Love.
And do you remember
when you were on the way home,
you were so excited,
because you couldn't wait to listen to it?
Yeah.
And then the minute
you get home...
you get it out the sleeve,
you put it on the deck...
and you put
the needle down softly.
And then
you're standing there...
and you hold your breath.
And you wait
for the music to begin.
And then it plays.
You want Donna Summer
to sing forever.
That's the way I feel
when I have someone over.
If I killed them,
then it'd spoil it.
I don't want any sugar
in my tea, by the way.
Remind me
to pick up a bottle
of Chanel for her indoors.
You're a fucking mug.
Get mine a bar of Toblerone
and she's well happy.
I mean, I'm not saying
she's fat or anything,
but I got on top of her
the other night,
and my fucking ears popped.
Hello.
Carlton, where are you?
Why?
There's some geezer
parked up outside.
He's been there all morning.
Eh? Who is he?
What car is he driving?
It's a silver Golf.
Look, I've never seen him before.
I don't know what he wants.
- Where are you?
- I'm at the airport.
I don't like this, all right.
He's creeping me out.
He's staring straight at me.
Carlton, I want you
to come home now.
- Sort this out.
- All right. All right.
All right. All right,
I'll come back, all right.
- Now.
- Right, just lock the windows...
Lock the windows, lock the doors,
and I'll come back, all right.
For fuck's sake.
Are you all right?
All right, girls.
Carlton, it's him. It's him.
Take the girls upstairs.
Now. Come on.
Girls, go upstairs
with your mum.
Just go upstairs with your mum.
Do as she says.
Are you Carlton Leach?
Yeah. And who the fuck are you?
I'm really sorry if I've
caught you at a bad time, but...
I think you're my dad.
Matt.
You better come in.
Carlton?
Matt, this is my wife, Denny.
This is my son.
This is Matt?
Hello, mate.
What's his name?
Sam.
That's a good name.
What's yours?
Jaime.
- That's a nice name too.
- Thank you.
- There you go, love.
- Thanks.
Jody, are you not
gonna say hello to Matt?
Who are you?
He's your Daddy's son.
Matt's your brother.
Don't have a brother.
You do,
Babes.
Where have you been?
I've been on holiday.
Was there lots of sunshine?
Yeah.
You ain't got a tan.
Do you like boxing?
Yeah. I watched
that fight on the telly.
It was brutal.
But he's a legend,
Nigel Benn.
I was there that night.
Yeah. Me and my mate
Tony walked him out.
Maybe I saw you.
Yeah, well, you can hardly
fucking miss me.
I was about two
and a half stone heavier then.
Was you in the ring at the end
when it all kicked off?
Yeah. Yeah, me
and Tony both were.
I tell you,
it was fucking mental.
It was just chaos, mate.
Fucking fists flying everywhere.
- Who's Tony?
- He was my best mate.
Yeah, he died last year.
Oh, I'm s...
I'm sorry to hear that.
It's all right.
You support West Ham?
Yeah. Just a bit.
When they let me in.
So how about you then?
You from Watford?
Do you get down
Vicarage Road?
No.
I'm a Spurs fan.
Fucking front wheel skid.
My son, a fucking dustbin lid.
Oh, mate, that's me
being punished that is.
Give him a break.
You'll stay for dinner,
won't you, Matt?
Sorry about that.
Just had to phone work.
What do you do exactly?
Security, mainly.
What do you do for work, Matt?
I'm a gym instructor.
Oh, yeah?
Carlton's into all that.
Yeah.
Can't get into it myself.
I've got too much to do
getting these buggers
to school in the morning.
My wife says the same.
You want another beer?
I can't, I'm driving.
Well, just stay.
We've got a thing in the other
room, just put it down.
Yeah, it'd be lovely.
Why don't you stay?
Well, if you're sure.
Well, you don't wanna go
all the way back
to fucking Watford tonight,
do you?
It's miles away.
Oh that... Yeah,
that-that'd be nice. Thanks.
Are you two really sisters?
Yeah.
Who's the oldest?
Guess.
What do you reckon, Mad Jack?
Couldn't give a flying fuck.
Who's the filthiest?
- Do you two come together?
- Yeah.
Oh, I bet you fucking do.
Get rid of them.
Well, it's been a pleasure
dribbling over you girls.
Now fuck off.
Whoa, whoa, girls, girls,
look, I'm sorry.
Look, I'll see you in the club
later or something, yeah?
Carlton's not coming
out anymore.
He's got some family stuff
he needs to take care of.
He wants us to flop
on that greedy cunt tonight
in case he slips off.
Found a towel for you.
Got a toothbrush.
Thanks.
Listen, Matt...
son...
there's a few things you
don't know about me right now.
And I mean we can talk about it
any time, that's no problem.
It's just...
Go and wait in the car.
The kind of work I do...
...it's probably best
to separate it from you.
Of course. I understand.
Thank you.
Listen...
have...
have a good night's sleep, yeah.
I'll see you in the morning.
Sorry about everything.
Don't be.
Goodnight.
Goodnight, son.
Carlton.
Come here.
Fucking hell. All right,
darling. How you doing?
- How you going, babe, all right.
- Oh, whoa. Easy. Easy. Easy.
Mate, all right. Fucking hell.
Hey, girls, you want a drink?
Two of them for me please.
Hey, I want a drink.
I'm sorry, mate.
Fucking hell. I don't think
much of your one.
How much is he charging?
You call me a gay,
you fucking English prick.
Hello, baby, you all right?
Oh, look at those
sweet little puppies.
You gonna take them both,
you greedy cunt?
Don't know, I might do.
Where is your mates?
Your sisters, where are they?
Go and get them?
They are fucking sisters.
I'll see you in about five.
Oy-oy! Let's have a night!
Fuck!
Morning.
Oh, morning, you all right?
Did you sleep well?
Yeah. Very well.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
it's comfortable, that sofa bed.
I've had a sleep
on there a few times.
You don't have sugar, do you?
No, thanks.
- Morning, love.
- Morning.
Morning, you all right?
Hello, mate, you all right?
When was this?
And what about Shawn?
Fuck's sake,
you got a pen that works?
Have you got a fucking pen?
Quick. For fuck's sake.
Yeah, go on, mate.
Yeah. All right.
Stay there, I'm coming out.
- Carlton?
- That toast is burning.
Hello, mate.
Yeah, get your stuff
together, all right.
I've got a job for you.
Yeah. Right,
I'll be 'round in a bit.
I can't stay.
I've gotta go the airport.
- What's happened?
- Look, I can't talk now.
Right. I'll phone you
when I get there.
- Do you want a lift?
- No. No, I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm sorry, Carlton.
- Where is he?
- He's in there.
The Old Bill have been
asking questions.
Who did this?
I don't know.
There was too many of them.
They came out of nowhere.
I came out, I saw
Mad Jack getting attacked,
I tried to help him.
I hit the floor
and covered up and...
Shawn, he...
he tried to stand and fight.
They just kept stabbing him.
This is serious, Carlton.
Paramedics said he died twice
on the way here.
- Have you found these cunts?
- Carlton, no one's seen them yet, all right.
Now, I've spoken to everyone,
and I've turned the place upside down.
Mate, they've probably slipped off and
they're out of the fucking country.
Fuck's sake. This is my fault.
I should have been here.
I fucking did it again.
I fucking walked away.
I tell you something, Felix,
if he dies, I am fucked.
- Will you get a fucking grip.
- For fuck's sake.
Now I know you want retribution.
I know you want retribution,
but you need to let it go, Carlton,
because it will fucking destroy you.
When I was in the regiment,
I lost guys, Belfast, Ahmar,
never saw
the perpetrator's face,
and I had to deal with that.
And you have to deal with it.
And you need to focus on Shawn.
Focus on Shawn.
You need to get
a fucking grip, Carlton.
At last I found my son.
But almost lost another friend
to this violence
that surrounds me.
To survive in this world,
you have to be prepared
to fight
until your lungs fill
with blood.
I just don't know if I still
have that in me.
How can I introduce
Matt into this?
How can I expect my son
to bury the father
he never knew.
I need to walk away
while I still can.
I can't believe the
nutter just checked himself out
after five days.
Yeah, well,
he ain't keen on hospitals.
Soon as his lungs started
working, he was up and he was out.
Well, what's he like now?
His back looks like
a human knife rack.
But he'll be all right.
Do you think
the police will find them?
No. No chance.
Can tell you two
are brother and sister.
Half.
All right then, half.
Both got his nose.
Well, I'd rather that
than his mouth.
That's charming, isn't it?
So, are you two back together
now then or what?
Carlton! Good evening.
So how's the food?
I was just saying, isn't it,
It's really, really nice.
Thanks for inviting us, mate.
- I appreciate it.
- Well, it's my pleasure.
It's good to see you, Denny.
Looking as beautiful as ever.
- He's a lucky man.
- Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, my God, Carly.
Carly. Carly.
She looks like such an
independent woman all of a sudden.
Well, I wouldn't go that far.
She still knows how to hold
her hand out, don't you?
- Can you spare your husband?
- You can have him.
There was a reason
I invited you here tonight.
And it wasn't to buy you dinner.
I... You know, us Turks like
to keep things amicable
when it comes to business.
And in my country, we say,
"A thousand friends are too few,
and one enemy... is too many."
So go on then.
Who have you upset?
Not me, my friend. You.
I'm gonna be straight
with you, Carlton.
You've upset a family.
And they've put
a contract out on you.
Which family?
- The Nortons?
- Yeah.
Why?
I tried to vouch
for you, Carlton.
I'm sorry.
So what you gonna do?
Set up a meet.
Tell them I'll go alone, yeah.
Uh-huh.
You'd do that for me?
'Course I will.
'Course I will.
Okay.
Are you all right?
Yeah. Fine.
From the outside,
it can seem like
a lawless lifestyle.
but a criminal society's
no different from any other.
There's an infrastructure
in place.
A hierarchy
you have to respect.
The Nortons are the governors.
If they have a problem with me,
I'm fucked.
But it's not in my nature
to run.
The only way
to protect my family
is to accept what's coming.
How the fuck did you
get up here?
- Stairs.
- What, on your own?
You're unbelievable.
You're supposed to be resting.
You're gonna end up
breaking your fucking neck.
Yeah, well, the DJ is getting
on my nerves.
Why didn't you answer
your phone?
Well, come on then, your message
sounded urgent, what is it?
Nothing.
Just thought I'd see if you
was all right, that's all.
Well, why didn't you ask me
that on the phone?
Well, pick up the phone
next time, maybe I will.
You know when you died
in the ambulance
on the way to the hospital...
do you remember it?
No.
They say that you do.
No, don't remember nothing.
- Well, maybe that's it, mate.
- What's that?
Nothing. That's it.
That's your lot.
Well, you know,
if you think there's gonna be
any pearly gates for us,
it ain't gonna happen, mate.
- You made a will?
- No.
No, I'm not leaving
nothing behind.
Well, what about Cayna?
Well, you know, she's...
she's with her mother
and her family,
so she's well looked after,
so don't worry about it.
You ever think about
knocking it all on the head
and just going back out there,
you know, to be with her?
Yeah, all the time.
But she's better off
in Thailand.
Anyway, who'd look after you?
I've been putting some
dough away for my kids.
Yeah?
What's that?
That's the number
for a safety deposit box.
There's not a massive amount
in there, but...
it'll sort my kids out
for a bit when I'm gone.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
Just been doing a bit
of thinking, that's all.
Will you look after that for me?
Yeah, of course, mate.
Cheers.
- Good morning, girls.
- Dad!
You look smart, don't you, hey.
Yeah.
What you doing here?
Thought I'd come and say hello.
Is that all right?
Now you're not gonna drive Mrs.
Feather up the wall today, are you?
- No.
- Good.
All right. Well,
I'll see you in a bit, yeah?
- Be good, darling.
- Mm-hmm.
And you, trouble.
You're here. Good.
I'm afraid my brothers won't be
joining us this evening,
but they do send their regards.
You got me instead,
the runt of the litter.
Please take a seat.
Do you like scotch?
- Yeah.
- So do I.
And would you believe it,
so does half of Asia too.
In fact, the last time I had
a little drop of this stuff...
I was at the Ritz Carlton
in Bangkok, Carlton.
Funny that.
Cheers.
Essex boy, eh?
Except you're not, are you?
You're East End.
See... the problem with
the lot of them over that way
is they seem to take
South End literally.
I mean, it doesn't.
It carries on.
Paris, Geneva, Monaco, Milan.
That's why my brothers
like you, Carlton,
because you understand that.
So...
when someone comes to us asking
for you to be taken care of,
my brothers and I
find it somewhat...
disturbing.
Who is it?
Well, if you'd taken
the time to ask yourself
that exact question
in the first place,
and indeed gone about your work
in a more professional way,
we wouldn't have this problem.
Instead...
you blinded someone
who belongs to someone
who belongs to us.
Your complacency has left
the family feeling...
uncomfortable.
I didn't know.
- Didn't know...
- They...
Well, you fucking do now!
A fine single malt...
is like a complicated woman.
Needs to be taken seriously.
The kid had no respect.
He had no regard for the death
of my good pal Tony Tucker.
If I saw him again,
I'd take his other eye out.
That's why we're fond
of you, Carlton.
But you need to show
some control
over the anger you have inside.
Because violence, my dear,
will only take you so far
in this world.
Contract's been taken out.
It can't just be lifted.
Something needs to be done.
Done for us. You understand?
Listen, if you need something
taken care of, I can sort it.
We already know you're
a leader of men, Carlton.
But what happens when you look
around and there's no ICF...
no firm, no army.
Just you, alone...
with that fear...
and self-doubt...
that keeps you awake at night.
I don't need anyone.
Good.
Because you're going
to Rotterdam tonight, alone.
You will deliver something
to a very dangerous
and volatile individual
called Lars Becker,
who has been a little bit
trigger happy recently
for our liking.
Be there
tomorrow night at 10 p.m.
Someone will meet you.
Prove you have some control
over the demons you have inside
and maybe...
the little problem you've got
will go away.
One other thing.
It isn't a good idea
to be there when he opens it.
Or you won't be coming back.
I always thought
that Tony was tricked
into death.
But maybe like me,
he just didn't have a choice.
But I will die with dignity.
Where are we going?
You'll see.
Get out.
At last we meet.
The ICF general
and West Ham's top boy.
It's a shame we didn't come
face to face on the Terraces.
FC Feyenoord welcomes you
to Rotterdam, Carlton.
Tell me, how is
the Yid Army these days?
Same as Ajax.
Bunch of cunts.
I believe you've got
something for me.
We've walked
the same path, you and I,
from the dogs to the Terraces
and now we found each other
at the top table.
No, this is it.
No more.
I'm getting out.
I've fulfilled my obligation.
Now can you get one of these
lads to drop me back at the port?
You'll be walking away
from a lot of money, Carlton.
The Nortons now have businesses
in Thailand, Cambodia.
They need people like you and me
to take control over there.
No, my family is more important.
It's a young man's game.
I'm walking away.
Retirement is
a fantasy, Carlton.
You've chosen this life,
and now it's chosen you.
When you look into the eyes
of these men,
you'll see that
they've accepted it too.
We're all
on borrowed time, Carlton.
But they enjoy fear
because they understand it.
Ah. I've lost too many friends.
I can't do this.
It's over.
Take him to the port.
Come on.
Don't open it!
You think you saved my life.
But in fact...
you saved your own.
Welcome to the family, Carlton.
You all right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
- Hello, mate, you all right?
- Hi, bruv.
- You ain't going, are you?
- I'm going nowhere mate.
See you soon, yeah.
Oh!
Arsene, you ginger cunt!
Pass the fucking ball!
Fucking mug!
So where's Cambodia then?
Near Thailand, you prick.
Yeah? All those
dirty fucking lady boys,
you would know,
wouldn't you, you sweaty.
Fuck you. Prick.
So when we going?
We're not.
I was just explaining
to the boys about our plans.
Talking of which,
where's your boy today?
I didn't know you had a son?
Oh sorry. My mistake.
He's probably at a Spurs game.
When you've got family,
it makes you vulnerable.
Lars was right.
I've chosen this life,
now it's chosen me.
And the merry-go-round
just turns and turns.
The only way I'm going
to leave this life
is when someone
comes along and takes it.
But when an execution's
carried out in my world,
there's no military parade,
no music, no march past.
It's just a hideous death.
No guilt. And no remorse.
That's the way
it's always been.
But now that I've got death
staring me in the face,
why should I accept it?
I knew that whoever killed
Tony and the lads
could still be out there.
And with every day
that went by,
the anger and the frustration
got worse...
until I felt the paranoia
slowly suffocating me.
Essex had changed,
become darker.
The pill-popping,
acid house days were long gone.
Coke had taken over.
Some nights,
I could smell the crack
seeping out the pores
of their skin.
Where's the fucking gear?
He said he sorted you out
a couple of packets already.
Yeah. That's right.
I've taxed your fellow,
now I'm taxing you.
Where's the fucking gear?
It's gone, Carl.
I've sold my last one...
- Really? Really? Really? What's this?!
- Yes.
It ain't in my fucking fanny
either. Fuck's sake, Carlton.
Lift it up.
And that.
And what's this, eh?
What's this?
Fucking prick, Carlton.
You're a fucking cunt!
Do you hear me?
You're a fucking cunt!
Come on then.
Stab me, you cunt.
What's this? What's this?
You dirty fucking cunt.
You dirty fucking cunt.
Get off...
Get off of me! Fuck off!
Fuck off!
What? Come again?
- Calm down! Calm down!
- Fuck off!
- Fuck off.
- Calm down.
on the head, mate.
All right. Calm down.
Just calm down. All right.
Go home. Yeah?
We'll talk about it later, yeah?
Just go home.
Carl, calm down, yeah?
We're gonna have the police
all over here. Just go home.
All right?
Fuckin' wankers.
Cunts!
Did you get my message?
Well, I'm here, ain't I?
Why didn't you just answer
the phone?
I had someone around.
I didn't hear it ring.
You know you got fucking claret
all down your face, don't you?
Huh?
Turn that off.
There's a thing
in the glove box.
Got enough fucking paper clips
in here?
Yeah, well, I told you,
I had someone 'round.
There's some tissues
in there or something.
- Don't know why you bother?
- 'Cause I have to.
Well, I know you're polo, mate,
but you're gonna catch AIDS
if you ain't careful.
You don't know
where those cunts have been.
Is she up?
No, I don't think so.
Look at them fucking
noncy bollockses.
Sure that cunt's Old Bill.
Fucking wanker.
Just like the rest of the
fucking wankers around there.
All fucking turncoats,
the lot of them.
How many bags you had tonight?
You starting to sound like her.
Why? You want a bit?
No, I'm up early. I've gotta
flop on that cunt George.
Now I know where he works,
gotta pick up the dough.
Better fucking have it as well.
He's got it. Been driving around
in a fucking Saab 900.
And if he fucks you bad,
just take it off him.
Here, do you wanna lose that?
Oh, fucking... You ain't...
No, I ain't. Listen.
I'm gonna go in, all right,
before she starts hanging out
the fucking window.
I'll see you in the morning.
What's this? What you doing?
I'm putting the washer on.
You're taking the piss.
Just go to fucking bed.
What's that?
What?
You deaf and blind,
you fat fuck? What's that?
It's all over your hands?
Look, all right, I'll sort it.
Just fuck off to bed.
Nosey cunt.
Fuck off.
I'm sick of this shit.
I'm bored of your bollocks.
For fuck's sake, Carlton.
You're disgusting.
...brutal gangland slaying...
Discovered in a Range Rover on
a farm in Rettendon in Essex...
...when it's expected that the names
of those murdered will be released.
The victims were
38-year-old Anthony Tucker,
37-year-old Patrick Tate,
and 26-year-old Craig Rolfe.
It's believed that
all three men
had gangland connections.
Mom! Dad!
Dad, there's
someone out there, please!
Please come and help us!
Please.
You're fucking sick!
I'm not putting up
with this shit anymore.
You're fucking sick.
Come on, girls.
I'm taking the girls.
We're going to my mum's
and if you come fucking near me,
I'm gonna call the Old Bill.
Do you hear me?
Denny, no!
Let's go. Let's go.
Let's go. Go. Go. Go.
All right, mate,
fucking hell.
So he comes in all guns blazing.
Drags her out of bed.
Did you see the state
of her face?
- No. No.
- Great big black eye.
I mean, she was trying
to cover it with makeup,
but it looks horrendous.
She might as well
have just left it.
And after that,
I'll fucking shit on her head.
All right, girls.
Bloody hell, he's getting big,
isn't he, Ton?
I'll shit in your mouth.
- Been here long?
- No, just got here.
Oh, fuck off.
It's all right, Dad,
you can sit down.
You all right, Shawn.
Well, you better buy her
a new one.
- All right.
- You ordered?
No, not yet.
You heard from Mum?
Yeah, she phoned me
this morning.
And what did she have to say?
She said you're a fucking mug.
Oh, really?
That's nice, isn't it?
Now, shut up. Listen.
Look, you know how this works.
Oh, fuck off.
Have whatever you want.
Does your little one
want something?
Here, you do children's meals,
don't you, fellow?
He's already had
some, thanks.
Otherwise, he'll be
shitting everywhere.
- Are you having something, Dad?
- No.
No, I'm not hungry.
Listen, I'll just have a Jack Daniels
and Coke, please, fellow. Lots of ice.
You want a drink?
Uh, Diet Coke.
All right, so that's two
Diet Cokes please, fellow,
and he'll have a cup of tea.
He's owes us! Fuck off!
- When you gonna make me a granddad?
- Oh, fuck off.
- Problem?
- Benny wants to know if you're on the phone?
I gotta find a nice bloke first.
There's loads
of nice blokes in Essex.
- What's he want?
- Saab 900 don't belong to George,
belongs to Benny's missus.
She's screwing Benny,
wants it back today.
That's not my problem.
That's Benny now.
Hello.
Calm down.
He wants to speak to you.
Hello, Benny.
All right, listen, don't shout.
No. No. Don't...
Benny, don't shout. Listen.
Listen, that fucking George
has been swerving me
for the last two weeks.
Look, I don't care if it's your wife's
motor or Mother fucking Theresa's.
I'm owed money,
so I've taken it.
Look, w...
She wants it back today,
you're gonna have to front
and go and see George for it.
That's not my problem.
No, li...
Take that. He's giving me
a fucking headache.
What was we saying? Oh, yeah,
why can't you get a bloke?
Because the very minute
they find out who my dad is,
they suddenly lose interest.
It's funny that, isn't it?
No, he fucking owes us.
Look, if the money
ain't there tonight, right,
George is going in the boot and
the motor is going in the Thames.
Look, can we just have
a few more minutes?
I don't know what
the cunt's problem is.
He comes to us, right,
with a bit of a fucking woe
that can't be sorted out
in court, right.
We've done the work.
I mean, what does he want,
a fucking invoice?
People at Staines
take fucking liberties.
And what's George going round in
a fucking Benny White anyway,
over a poxy
three grand fucking debt?
I know he's giving me
the right fucking hump.
Cunt.
- What's the time?
- Bang on one.
So how did we leave it?
- Is Benny coming?
- No, he's sending his nephew.
Good. I can't stand
that fucking turd.
No, you're all right,
I've had some.
- Dave?
- I'm all right, mate.
I thought you turned, uh...
your back on us, Dave? Eh?
Got a proper job.
What's the matter, eh? What,
you missed the act, did you? Eh?
No. Just got bills to pay.
Haven't we all, fellow.
Haven't we all.
So, come on then, what's happening?
You phone him or what?
That's what I'm doing.
No one's answering.
How much would you
give me for this motor, Dave?
I can't afford it.
Well, let's just say
that you could.
What? Four grand?
Five grand?
How about six grand?
That sound about right to you?
Yeah?
- Aye, it sounds about right.
- Aye.
So if I was to offer you
this motor right now
for about three grand,
a mere three grand,
you'd say I was being
really generous, wouldn't you?
Aye.
So why the fuck are these cunts
not fucking here?
Carl, I don't know what he's playing at.
I've called him three fucking times.
Bollocks! Fuck him.
I'm not fucking having this.
Who the fuck do they think
they are, the fucking Nortons?
I don't think
they're gonna show.
- Fucking wankers.
- I don't think they're gonna show.
Was I talking to you,
shit cunt, eh?
Was I talking to him? Just keep
your fucking mouth shut,
- you fucking wanker.
- That's it. Fuck this. I'm off.
Oh, really?
Go on then. Thats good!
Yeah. No. I don't wanna be spoke
to like that. Bollocks.
- Go on. Off you go.
- Dave. Dave, do you wanna lift?
Go on. Off you go. Off you go.
Yeah. Yeah. Go on.
Yeah, that's right.
And you, you fucking wankers.
Cunt! Fucking...
Fucking cunt. Fucking turd.
Carlton.
Steve, why aren't you answering
the fucking phone?
I've been calling you
fucking six times.
Listen, I wanna try and fucking
sort out who's in tonight.
- I've already done it.
- Eh?
What do you mean
you've already done it?
The rota,
I've done it myself, Carl.
Management stepped in.
There's been way too much agg.
They're giving me the door now.
They've let you go.
I'm sorry, mate.
What do you mean?
What... What... What...
What, you've taken over
or something?
Yeah.
Jesus Christ, hang on
a fucking minute.
You wouldn't even be on the door
if it weren't for me.
I fucking helped you out when you
was on your fucking knees, you cunt!
I'm sorry, mate.
I'm just obeying orders, yeah.
Open this fucking door.
Fucking...
- Hello?
- Hello, Thelma.
Is Denny there?
Carlton.
She's gone out.
Hello, mate, you all right?
Yeah, listen, come get me.
I can't stay in here.
I'm gonna go fucking mad.
That fucking George is dead.
If he thinks he can
just mug us off,
we've gotta set an example.
- Agreed.
- Ring up Mad Jack,
tell him to go 'round there, douse the
cunt in petrol, and set him alight.
Yeah, sweet.
Have another scotch.
I mean, what's he think I am,
some sort of cunt?
I've been at it longer
than all of these lot
put the fuck together.
And no one, no one throws me
a fucking bone.
Cunt. Where's my thing?
Have you seen my thing?
Oy, sweetheart, come over here.
It's all right, I've got it.
Listen, take my friend with you.
He's doing my fucking head in.
Oh...
Oh, I thought we lost you,
Carlton, but you're...
you're coming back now.
When you boys fall,
it is to me that you come.
Cocaine-induced hypothermia.
A result, I'm afraid, Carlton,
of... excess.
Is he gonna be all right?
Diazepam, yes,
it worked, but...
not always.
No, not always.
Oh, better now.
Oh, nice.
Geezer you're after has jumped
out the toilet window.
You be quick,
you might catch him.
Good to see you, mate.
How have you been?
All right.
I've been waiting for you
to come and see me
after what happened.
It's been a long time.
I've been busy.
He was a good man, Tony.
They all were.
But they took liberties.
You did well to stay out of it.
I hope
their families get justice.
How is yours?
Denny's moved out.
Carlton.
Do you know how many days
a soldier can spend in combat
before he starts to crack up?
Sixty.
If they don't pull them out
after that,
98 percent of them are ready
for the loony bin.
What's happened to you, Carlton?
- I'm all right.
- You're shaking, fellow.
You been living on the
front line for too long, son,
and in our world,
no one pulls you out.
Can you throw me some work?
You'll have to straighten
yourself out.
People are
swerving you, Carl,
because you've become
unpredictable.
They're saying...
you're a liability, son.
Here you are. Two bags there.
Take it.
Spend it on coke if you like.
Or sort yourself out
and get back in the gym.
You stepped off
the merry-go-round, son.
Time you got back on it.
When
the underworld throws you
a lifeline,
you take it.
I wasn't prepared to die.
And I wasn't about
to throw the towel in either.
Fucking hell,
don't know about Pikies,
it's like the ICF
popped in for a pint.
It's all right, fellow,
you can put that down.
Reg sent us.
Mate, tell these cunts
to stop banging.
Where's Geoff King?
We wanna talk to him.
He's in the office.
Bit shaken up.
So is this the first time
this has happened or what?
Yeah. He's not had
the place long.
He's a nice fellow,
but he hasn't got a clue.
You don't say.
That's why
he brought me in, you know.
Someone who knows
the game and that.
Follow me, gents.
Cunt.
Want a drink?
Yeah, go on.
Hey, darling, can I get
a couple of Diet Cokes please?
Don't worry about the ice.
They just kept kicking me.
They're like bloody animals.
They told this prat
it was an anniversary.
Who is they?
Two girls came in.
They said it was
their mum and dad's 50th.
Did you get their names?
Uh, Tina was one.
I don't know the other.
What, you didn't get
their details?
Did he fuck?
I didn't know
that they were Pikies.
It couldn't have been
more obvious if they'd tried
to sell you
lucky fucking heather.
They always send
the women in first.
Well, they seemed
all right to me.
I didn't know that two hours
later, there'd be hundreds of them.
Yeah. It was a wedding.
The women were all at one end,
and the men were
all stood at the other.
Then the kids starting letting
off the fire extinguishers.
Yeah. It was a wedding.
I've been to a couple.
They were pulling
their own pints.
I tried to speak to them.
They just went berserk.
Where was your door staff
while all this was happening?
Being knocked unconscious.
Two of them are now in hospital.
What did the Old Bill say?
They said once they find
a place they like,
they keep coming back.
Yeah, they will.
I can't go through this again.
I'll see what I can do.
Excuse us.
What you thinking?
I think it's a lot
of vag. It's a shithole.
It's a big shithole though.
I'd knock that through.
Turn the whole place into one big club.
What do you think of him?
He's a mug.
He's obviously got a lot
of Dorises working for him.
It's all right. Fuck them off.
Bring in our own lumps.
We can sort out this agg
and take over the whole lot.
He owns the freehold...
and we own him.
I think we should swerve it.
I mean, I fucking hate clubs,
and you're gonna get
right back on the sniff.
I collect debts, I don't run
fucking doors, do I?
Plus, it's gonna take
a load of our fucking time
and... what about the work?
Jesus, I'm not asking you to give
up kidnapping and torturing people.
All I'm saying is
if we set this up properly,
it'll take care of itself.
Mate, I'm on my fucking
knees here, help me out.
Just trying to get
my family back.
Listen, we could sort out
the bits and pieces.
We can make fucking
bundles here, I'm telling you.
Fucking bundles.
Nah, that's what Pat
and Tony thought.
Yeah, but things are
different now, aren't they?
Are they?
I bet there's no food
in the house.
If it is,
it's probably gone off.
There's milk in the fridge.
And who's doing your washing?
Me. Who do you think
is bloody doing it?
Bet you've taken it down
to the laundrette.
Listen. I might not be
the greatest dad in the world,
but I know how to wash
my own bloody shorts, girl.
- Do you want me to come over?
- No! I'm all right.
You seen the posters,
my new club?
No, you haven't got a club.
Yes, I have.
Tell Denny
when you see her, all right,
that I'm gonna be
kayko again soon.
Tell her I'm gonna be dripping
with dough, all right.
Tell her that.
And don't forget
it's Jody's birthday next week.
When?
You're bloody outrageous, Dad.
I know when she was born. I just
don't know what day it is next week.
- It's next Sunday.
- All right.
Well... I'll get her
something nice.
Listen. I know
it's opening night
and everyone's a bit excited,
but one of your doormen's out there,
waving about what looks like
a cattle prod.
Yeah, that's Mad Jack.
I'll tell him to put it away.
Hello, darling. So is your Nan
making you a birthday cake?
You gonna save me some?
No.
Of course I have.
Are you gonna bring it
to Nana's house?
Yeah. Well, I'll have to speak
to your mum first.
Jaime, give me
the phone back.
I'll tell Mum.
Mum! Mum! Mum!
What did you say to her?
I didn't say nothing to her.
Thanks for that. I've gotta try
and get her to bed now.
So what's happening
about tomorrow?
I don't know, all right.
I've got two kids screaming the
house down and I'm at my Mum's.
I don't know anything.
Fucking cunt!
- Hello, mate, you all right?
- Mate, you better get down here,
the fucking gypos have
turned up. We're outnumbered.
Go. Go. Go. Go.
You Cunt! Move!
Fucking cunt!
Aah!
Mad Jack, get him off me!
Die, you cunt!
Die, you gypsy cunt!
Die, you fucking gypsy cunt!
Oy! What the fuck?
Now, Tony, shake his
fucking hand, you silly cunts.
- Jon Jon.
- Carlton.
Long time no see.
What you doing down here?
I come down for a wedding.
I thought I'd stay here, mate.
I wanna apologize for the action
of these young men.
Okay. They can't hold
their beer.
- This is my son. My youngest.
- Hello, mate.
- You all right?
- Steve.
How you doing? You all right?
Good to see you.
Listen, guys, do you wanna
pop in for a drink?
Yeah. Yeah.
Sure, that'd be good.
- Yeah, nice one. Thank you very much.
- Come on.
Hey, love, can you take
these gentlemen up
to the VIP for me please.
Cheers, darling.
Yeah. No, I'm fine.
Are you mad?
Listen, that geezer over there
is a very good pal
of mine, all right.
He also happens to be one of the best
bare-knuckle fighters in the country.
So fucking look after him.
See. Ain't so bad after all.
Fucking love you, mate.
I fucking love you.
Fuck off. Fuck off.
Fuck off. Fuck off.
Don't worry, he doesn't bite
as hard as me.
You wanna see
the state of your neck?
It looks like
you've been mauled.
Thanks.
I would say I'm sorry,
but I'm not.
So what's my name?
Don't know.
Well, that's fucking great,
isn't it?
- Lorraine?
- No.
Come on, Woody. I'm gonna
bring you down for a pee.
Would you like
a cup of tea, Carlton?
For fuck's sake.
You have one new message.
First message.
Hello, Dad, Nana got me
a new birthday dress.
Please come to my party.
Cheers, Lucy.
- So what's she gonna say?
- Who?
Your wife when you go home?
Nothing.
So how long have you
been together?
What's it got to do with you?
Last night, you were pilled up
asking if you could stay here
while you were getting
your shit together.
And what, I can't ask you
a question now?
Look, if you think
you're the only villain
that I've fucked in this bed,
you're even more stupid
than your wife for putting up
with your shit.
- Mouthy, ain't you!
- I'm not actually.
Because if I was,
I'd probably be dead by now.
Don't worry, I know
when to keep my mouth shut.
Who's the lump
in the photo?
What's that got to do with you?
Nothing.
- Hello, Thelma.
- What do you want?
Ain't you fucking dead yet?
What is it now, Carlton?
I just wanna come 'round
and wish my daughter
happy birthday,
if it's all right?
Look at the state of you.
Yeah, well, we had a bit
of agg at the club last night.
I'm not interested.
You coming in or what?
Dad.
Yeah.
Happy birthday, darling.
Aww!
All right. All right,
don't drop him.
What do you say
to your dad?
Thank you.
Yeah. Do I get a kiss?
There you go. All right.
That'll be pissing everywhere.
You know my mum hates dogs.
You gonna take
your coat off or what?
No. No, I've gotta go.
I've got a bit of work on.
Of course you have.
He's my pup.
Look, I want you and the kids
to come back home.
I told you, Carl,
I'm not doing it.
Yeah, well, that's what I wanted to talk
to you about, you know. It's just...
What?
Look, can't we just go inside?
It's hardly a fucking secret.
All right. Well, I'm moving out.
I don't think it's fair
that you and the girls
are cooped up 'round here,
you know.
Where are you going?
I'll probably stay
with a friend.
Right.
Right. Well, thanks
for stopping by, yeah.
Take this.
Thanks.
Abass, you remember Carlton?
He used to be a very
close friend of the family's.
Before the troubles.
No. You're too young.
How's the rest of the family?
Busy as always.
That's good to hear.
Are you sure
you don't want a drink?
No, no, no, no.
He's a good boy.
Bit like his father.
So you still like to gamble?
You know win some, lose some.
What about lately?
Lose some.
How much?
Two trucks.
One has been stripped. Gone.
The other one's sitting
in a barn somewhere in Kent.
Done by the same people.
Yeah, it's been happening
a lot recently.
That's a little bit naughty to hijack
a truck that's already been stolen.
Well, we live in dark times,
my friend.
Booze or fags?
Vodka. Courtesy of France.
What about the driver?
He put up a fight,
but they stabbed him.
We think he's dead.
The other guy got away. Lucky.
Because that's why we know
where the truck is.
We need someone to reclaim it.
What do you think?
I think we should go and get it.
I was humping
the missus last night
and after about six minutes,
I shoot my load,
roll over, spark up.
She starts going
all fucking Garrity,
"Ain't you gonna finish me off,
you selfish bastard?"
So I smothered her.
- You are joking?
- Nah.
- Did you have to bring him?
- What?
Oh, it's all right. She's
still alive, the fat bitch.
Listen, you shut
your fucking mouth
and stay away from me.
Don't be giving me
no fucking orders, sweaty.
You ain't in the army now.
What the fuck
you doing here anyway?
I'm here to drive
your fucking wagon.
I forgot you two
fancy each other.
Oh, Felix, just ignore him.
Listen, I don't like idiots, Carlton.
Idiots get you fucking killed.
Okay, action man, how about I ram
this down your fucking throat?
I'll drop you
in a fucking heartbeat, cunt.
Oh, come on, you two,
cut the bollocks.
Calm down.
Cunt.
All right. Let's go.
Hey!
Get on the fucking floor!
Get on the fucking floor now!
Get down now!
Fucking prick!
Where's the fucking keys?
Speak English, you fucking cunt?
Where's the fucking keys
to the truck?
Carlton! Fucking jackpot, mate.
Go switch the plates over.
All right, mate.
Nobody fucking move!
Get down, you cunts!
What the fuck is that?
Oh, man, is that the driver?
What the fuck
we gonna do with this?
We'll get him up.
He's coming with us.
How's that driver getting on?
He won't be working
for us again, but he'll live.
Nice work, Carlton. Thank you.
Might have another job
if you're interested.
- I'm listening.
- You're gonna need your passports.
Go on.
How does Tenerife sound?
- Lovely.
- Well, we have a club out there,
and it makes good money.
When people pay their taxes,
everyone's happy.
When certain individuals
choose to ignore that...
we have a problem.
Well, it's simple. If people wanna
serve up, then you gotta pay.
So we can take care
of that for you.
Absolutely.
Why not.
Listen, excuse me
for a minute, gents.
Do you know Tenerife?
Well, to be honest,
it's not really my cup of tea,
but Carlton's done
some work out there with Tony
when Nigel Benn
was training for a fight.
So, you know, why not.
Good.
Fucking hell, you on Viagra
or something?
Keep your mouth shut.
What if I don't?
I'm gonna ram your knickers down
your fucking throat, you bitch.
Oh, fuck me,
you bastard, fuck me.
Oh!
Oh, man, look at that.
Gorgeous.
Women, eh?
Boob jobs. Nose jobs.
Teeth bleaching. Tummy tucks.
Liposuction. Colonic irrigation.
Botox.
Pierced ears, nipples,
belly buttons, anklets.
Eyebrows plucked. Bikinis waxed.
Arm pits shaved. Lips tattooed.
Diets. Exercise.
But they won't take it
in the fucking arse.
'Cause that hurts.
- You're a sick cunt.
- Yeah.
Is that fucking Tom Cruise?
Brixton Belly.
How you doing, fella,
you all right?
- Ah, how's it going?
- Good to see you.
Stan. Fucking hell,
what's happened to you?
You're like a fucking lizard.
It's hot out here.
Pissing it down at home, is it?
Yeah. You're not wrong.
Shawn, this is Stan.
This is Bob.
Take a seat, gents.
Here, darling, can I get
a couple of Long Island Ice Teas
for these two, and we'll just
get a couple of Cokes,
- lots of ice.
- You not drinking?
Nah, not just yet.
Me and Bob go way back,
don't we, fellow, eh?
- Yeah, man.
- Yeah.
And this geezer,
we used to work the door
at the Ministry
of Sound, isn't it?
That's it. Yeah, them were
the days, mate, remember.
Remember when fucking Big Lenny tried
to come and take the door off us.
Fucking hell. I thought I was
gonna have to shoot the cunt.
I was hardly gonna roll around on
the cobbles with an 80-stone monster,
you know what I mean?
Fuck that.
Tell you what, you're gonna love
this Demikran's place.
- It's right next to the club.
- And I've got the fucking greatest
on this fucking island,
Rocket Fuel.
I bet you have.
This gear is ridiculous.
I love the smell of it.
I'm telling you.
It makes the girls go mental.
This wanker's big sister
used to stash cocaine
in the used underwear basket,
so technically,
his drug addiction is her fault.
Yeah. You're probably right.
Hi, this
is Denny. Leave me a message.
They're sniffing
their heads off in there.
You get hold of her?
She's not answering her phone.
Me and Tony had
such a laugh out here.
We were side by side.
We just knew we had
each other's back.
We was untouchable.
It should have stayed like that.
Wasn't your fault, mate.
I let people down, Shawn.
That's what I do.
I walked out on my son.
And now I'm doing
exactly the same
with Denny and the kids.
I'm gonna lose them, Shawn.
No, you'll sort it, mate.
You reckon?
Yeah, 'course.
I can't end up like Tony.
You know I'm always gonna
be there for you, don't you?
Yeah, I know, mate.
Come on.
Let's go and see
if that mad cunt's had
a heart attack.
How is things going
with Mickey Steele and Jack?
They're still waiting
their trial, aren't they?
Do you think they did it?
Doesn't matter what I think.
It ain't gonna bring Tony back.
What if they didn't do it?
Then whoever did
is still walking about.
That's why I ain't
coming back, bruv.
The Ends is a shithole.
You could get popped by anyone.
If the Yardies ain't trying
to fucking burst you,
the Nortons will.
I'm telling you,
I'm not going back to Essex
until it fucking calms down
with bass.
Well, you'll be waiting
a long time then, won't you?
Essex will never calm down.
There's too many people at it.
Which is fine.
As long as you
don't take the piss.
- It's good to see you, big fellow.
- You too, man.
Right. Well, we better go
and check on the door.
Lads, soon as
you're ready, come down.
We'll look after you.
I reckon that's them.
Yeah, mate, you're right.
Boys. It's cunt o'clock.
Let's go.
Evening, gents.
Who you paying rent to?
Who the fuck are you?
My name's Carlton Leach.
Now answer the question.
We pay the club.
You see the thing is,
the owner of this club is
a very good friend of mine.
And he begs to differ.
Come with me.
It's all right,
I ain't gonna hurt you.
Just wanna talk business.
These men belong to us.
But they got greedy.
From now on,
you pay Demikran direct.
Do you understand?
Oy-oy.
- You all right?
- What you up to?
Not much. Denny said
you were in Tenerife.
Yeah. Me and Shawn had
a bit of work out there.
Oh, well, me and the girls
are thinking about going.
Let me know when you wanna go 'cause
my mate's got an apartment out there.
- You could stay there for nothing.
- Oh, wicked. Thanks, Dad.
It's all right.
Who's that?
It's my new man.
Oh, behave.
He's about 12, ain't he?
Shut up.
What's he doing
standing over there?
Well... he's Millwall,
ain't he?
You're fucking joking me,
ain't you?
'Course he ain't.
Nick. What you standing
over there for?
You can come over,
you know.
Look, I just wanna say
I think you're a legend.
Oh, my God.
How muggy is that?
Right, come on. We're going.
Um, Dad, don't forget
to speak to Denny
'cause she misses you,
all right.
Yeah, all right.
We don't have
that sort of money.
We just have a small cash
and carry business.
Well, they obviously
think you do.
We don't have
a hundred thousand pounds.
Sit down, fellow,
you're giving me indigestion.
Father, please, sit down.
These men are gonna help.
I'm not so sure about that,
fellow. Who are these people?
- I don't know.
- His name's Matthew Taylor.
- Matthew Taylor, who the fuck is that? Do you know?
- No.
Great, so you want me to look
through the Yellow Pages.
If we don't give him
a 100K by Wednesday...
Yeah, he's gonna burn the warehouse down.
I've got that bit.
Look.
They're just a couple of mugs,
ain't they, trying it on.
Are you sure about that?
Well, what do you think?
I don't know, this came
through you, didn't it?
All right. Forty grand.
We can't pay that.
Then it's gonna cost you
ten grand for fucking us about.
Can we get
some more poppadoms please?
So where's the fucking money
then, you smelly cunt?
It's all there?
There is no money.
What the fuck
are you doing here?
I'm looking after
these fellows' best interests.
And what do you know
about that?
Me? I do this for a living, son.
Really?
Because from what I hear,
you're finished.
You lost it.
Game's moved on, old man.
You see this.
This don't concern you.
So why don't you take
your little firm and fuck off.
If you're not careful,
I can see you ending up
like your old friend,
Tony Tucker.
Who the fuck were they?
- Did you know them?
- No.
Yeah, well, they're hardly
fucking no one, are they?
- Getting sloppy.
- Oh, fuck off.
You're getting fucking sloppy.
What's the matter,
you're fucking...
You do your fucking homework.
Do your fucking homework.
Look. Let's get
the fuck out of here.
Cunt.
If you're not careful,
I can see you ending up
like your old friend,
Tony Tucker.
You're disgusting.
Watch the road, girls.
Watch the roads.
Hello, girls, you all right?
Yeah.
Can you give us
a lift, Dad?
No. I've got to go
to work, babe.
I can't be bothered to walk.
Honey, I'm sorry,
I've got work on. Sorry.
What you doing here?
I just come to see how you are.
We're fine.
You look fucked.
Well, it's been a long night,
hasn't it? That's all.
Suggest you go to bed then.
Come on, girls.
Let's go to school.
- No, we wanna see Dad.
- Now!
I haven't
seen him in ages.
I'm tired. I can't walk.
Done well to turn
this place 'round.
I hardly recognize it.
Where's Shawn?
Given him the night off?
No. He's doing his own thing.
You two make a strong team.
Yeah. We do all right.
People are aware of that.
Good. I don't want
people thinking I'm finished.
I see Denny's moved back in.
That's good, isn't it?
How did you know that?
I seen her and the girls
coming out of the house
the other morning
when I drove past.
That's good that
they moved back in with you.
- I'm not there.
- Oh.
Sorry. Thought you was.
No.
Well, maybe you should
think about it.
You might be leaving yourself
open, Carlton.
I will. Just been busy,
that's all.
Try not to take on
too much, yeah.
Then things won't get
so complicated.
Reg, has someone been
saying something?
No.
Just don't go too fast,
that's all.
Slow down a bit.
Don't you worry about me.
I'm not.
Listen. If someone's
been shooting their mouth off,
it's probably just some coked-up
plastic wannabe, all right?
I ain't gonna lose
no sleep over it.
You want a drink?
Oh, I'm sick of people groping
my arse all bloody night.
Get paid, don't you?
It's hard work walking around
in high heels
and having to deal with
coked-up perverts all night.
Don't know what
the fucking problem is.
You're drunk.
Give me the keys.
Let me drive. Come on.
I don't wanna fight
with you, Carlton.
Just give me the fucking keys.
She's really beautiful.
I don't know why
you're fucking her around.
Has no one told you, I'm a cunt.
At least you're honest about it.
What's this cunt doing?
What? Why are you going
the wrong way?
Get down.
- Get down.
- What?
Get down!
What's going on?
Oh, my God, what's going on?
Just bring me home.
Just bring me home now.
We gotta keep active.
I ain't slowing down for no one.
That's why we're gonna do him.
His name is Kenny Davis.
He was sent out to Spain
to pick up seventy grand.
And he forgot to come back.
People have been after
this slippery cunt for ages.
Well, then it'll make us
look good.
He's hiding out in Portugal.
We're gonna find him.
How is it I know this geezer?
He's that bald-headed mug
who used to work
on the door at Kudos.
You know the geezer, the one
who was always letting in
the fucking 16-year-olds.
That's right.
You were in his fucking house that
time to pick up them.
The geezer who had a load of teenagers
sitting around blowing bubbles.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
He's a fucking nonce.
Be a pleasure
to carve that cunt up.
I'm gonna put the kettle on.
- Is there any beers left?
- No.
As long as we're a hundred
percent sure he's out there.
No. I'm just gonna send us all
on a wild fucking goose chase.
Of course I'm fucking sure.
I know where he is.
He's in Villa Morta.
Villa Morta?
Seventy grand
with all those dirty bastards.
Be none of it left.
Lucy, is there a bin?
Yeah, it's over
beside the fridge.
Will you get me the milk out
when you're down there?
Would you like a cup?
Yeah, go on.
So is this guy really a nonce?
Who?
The guy you're
going out to find?
I don't know.
I don't care.
I treat them all the same.
I... I just don't know
how you do it.
I mean, I couldn't hurt anyone.
I mean, what if you kill him?
- I won't.
- How do you know?
I just do.
Do you remember buying
your first record?
Yeah it was, um,
Donna Summers' I Feel Love.
And do you remember
when you were on the way home,
you were so excited,
because you couldn't wait to listen to it?
Yeah.
And then the minute
you get home...
you get it out the sleeve,
you put it on the deck...
and you put
the needle down softly.
And then
you're standing there...
and you hold your breath.
And you wait
for the music to begin.
And then it plays.
You want Donna Summer
to sing forever.
That's the way I feel
when I have someone over.
If I killed them,
then it'd spoil it.
I don't want any sugar
in my tea, by the way.
Remind me
to pick up a bottle
of Chanel for her indoors.
You're a fucking mug.
Get mine a bar of Toblerone
and she's well happy.
I mean, I'm not saying
she's fat or anything,
but I got on top of her
the other night,
and my fucking ears popped.
Hello.
Carlton, where are you?
Why?
There's some geezer
parked up outside.
He's been there all morning.
Eh? Who is he?
What car is he driving?
It's a silver Golf.
Look, I've never seen him before.
I don't know what he wants.
- Where are you?
- I'm at the airport.
I don't like this, all right.
He's creeping me out.
He's staring straight at me.
Carlton, I want you
to come home now.
- Sort this out.
- All right. All right.
All right. All right,
I'll come back, all right.
- Now.
- Right, just lock the windows...
Lock the windows, lock the doors,
and I'll come back, all right.
For fuck's sake.
Are you all right?
All right, girls.
Carlton, it's him. It's him.
Take the girls upstairs.
Now. Come on.
Girls, go upstairs
with your mum.
Just go upstairs with your mum.
Do as she says.
Are you Carlton Leach?
Yeah. And who the fuck are you?
I'm really sorry if I've
caught you at a bad time, but...
I think you're my dad.
Matt.
You better come in.
Carlton?
Matt, this is my wife, Denny.
This is my son.
This is Matt?
Hello, mate.
What's his name?
Sam.
That's a good name.
What's yours?
Jaime.
- That's a nice name too.
- Thank you.
- There you go, love.
- Thanks.
Jody, are you not
gonna say hello to Matt?
Who are you?
He's your Daddy's son.
Matt's your brother.
Don't have a brother.
You do,
Babes.
Where have you been?
I've been on holiday.
Was there lots of sunshine?
Yeah.
You ain't got a tan.
Do you like boxing?
Yeah. I watched
that fight on the telly.
It was brutal.
But he's a legend,
Nigel Benn.
I was there that night.
Yeah. Me and my mate
Tony walked him out.
Maybe I saw you.
Yeah, well, you can hardly
fucking miss me.
I was about two
and a half stone heavier then.
Was you in the ring at the end
when it all kicked off?
Yeah. Yeah, me
and Tony both were.
I tell you,
it was fucking mental.
It was just chaos, mate.
Fucking fists flying everywhere.
- Who's Tony?
- He was my best mate.
Yeah, he died last year.
Oh, I'm s...
I'm sorry to hear that.
It's all right.
You support West Ham?
Yeah. Just a bit.
When they let me in.
So how about you then?
You from Watford?
Do you get down
Vicarage Road?
No.
I'm a Spurs fan.
Fucking front wheel skid.
My son, a fucking dustbin lid.
Oh, mate, that's me
being punished that is.
Give him a break.
You'll stay for dinner,
won't you, Matt?
Sorry about that.
Just had to phone work.
What do you do exactly?
Security, mainly.
What do you do for work, Matt?
I'm a gym instructor.
Oh, yeah?
Carlton's into all that.
Yeah.
Can't get into it myself.
I've got too much to do
getting these buggers
to school in the morning.
My wife says the same.
You want another beer?
I can't, I'm driving.
Well, just stay.
We've got a thing in the other
room, just put it down.
Yeah, it'd be lovely.
Why don't you stay?
Well, if you're sure.
Well, you don't wanna go
all the way back
to fucking Watford tonight,
do you?
It's miles away.
Oh that... Yeah,
that-that'd be nice. Thanks.
Are you two really sisters?
Yeah.
Who's the oldest?
Guess.
What do you reckon, Mad Jack?
Couldn't give a flying fuck.
Who's the filthiest?
- Do you two come together?
- Yeah.
Oh, I bet you fucking do.
Get rid of them.
Well, it's been a pleasure
dribbling over you girls.
Now fuck off.
Whoa, whoa, girls, girls,
look, I'm sorry.
Look, I'll see you in the club
later or something, yeah?
Carlton's not coming
out anymore.
He's got some family stuff
he needs to take care of.
He wants us to flop
on that greedy cunt tonight
in case he slips off.
Found a towel for you.
Got a toothbrush.
Thanks.
Listen, Matt...
son...
there's a few things you
don't know about me right now.
And I mean we can talk about it
any time, that's no problem.
It's just...
Go and wait in the car.
The kind of work I do...
...it's probably best
to separate it from you.
Of course. I understand.
Thank you.
Listen...
have...
have a good night's sleep, yeah.
I'll see you in the morning.
Sorry about everything.
Don't be.
Goodnight.
Goodnight, son.
Carlton.
Come here.
Fucking hell. All right,
darling. How you doing?
- How you going, babe, all right.
- Oh, whoa. Easy. Easy. Easy.
Mate, all right. Fucking hell.
Hey, girls, you want a drink?
Two of them for me please.
Hey, I want a drink.
I'm sorry, mate.
Fucking hell. I don't think
much of your one.
How much is he charging?
You call me a gay,
you fucking English prick.
Hello, baby, you all right?
Oh, look at those
sweet little puppies.
You gonna take them both,
you greedy cunt?
Don't know, I might do.
Where is your mates?
Your sisters, where are they?
Go and get them?
They are fucking sisters.
I'll see you in about five.
Oy-oy! Let's have a night!
Fuck!
Morning.
Oh, morning, you all right?
Did you sleep well?
Yeah. Very well.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
it's comfortable, that sofa bed.
I've had a sleep
on there a few times.
You don't have sugar, do you?
No, thanks.
- Morning, love.
- Morning.
Morning, you all right?
Hello, mate, you all right?
When was this?
And what about Shawn?
Fuck's sake,
you got a pen that works?
Have you got a fucking pen?
Quick. For fuck's sake.
Yeah, go on, mate.
Yeah. All right.
Stay there, I'm coming out.
- Carlton?
- That toast is burning.
Hello, mate.
Yeah, get your stuff
together, all right.
I've got a job for you.
Yeah. Right,
I'll be 'round in a bit.
I can't stay.
I've gotta go the airport.
- What's happened?
- Look, I can't talk now.
Right. I'll phone you
when I get there.
- Do you want a lift?
- No. No, I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm sorry, Carlton.
- Where is he?
- He's in there.
The Old Bill have been
asking questions.
Who did this?
I don't know.
There was too many of them.
They came out of nowhere.
I came out, I saw
Mad Jack getting attacked,
I tried to help him.
I hit the floor
and covered up and...
Shawn, he...
he tried to stand and fight.
They just kept stabbing him.
This is serious, Carlton.
Paramedics said he died twice
on the way here.
- Have you found these cunts?
- Carlton, no one's seen them yet, all right.
Now, I've spoken to everyone,
and I've turned the place upside down.
Mate, they've probably slipped off and
they're out of the fucking country.
Fuck's sake. This is my fault.
I should have been here.
I fucking did it again.
I fucking walked away.
I tell you something, Felix,
if he dies, I am fucked.
- Will you get a fucking grip.
- For fuck's sake.
Now I know you want retribution.
I know you want retribution,
but you need to let it go, Carlton,
because it will fucking destroy you.
When I was in the regiment,
I lost guys, Belfast, Ahmar,
never saw
the perpetrator's face,
and I had to deal with that.
And you have to deal with it.
And you need to focus on Shawn.
Focus on Shawn.
You need to get
a fucking grip, Carlton.
At last I found my son.
But almost lost another friend
to this violence
that surrounds me.
To survive in this world,
you have to be prepared
to fight
until your lungs fill
with blood.
I just don't know if I still
have that in me.
How can I introduce
Matt into this?
How can I expect my son
to bury the father
he never knew.
I need to walk away
while I still can.
I can't believe the
nutter just checked himself out
after five days.
Yeah, well,
he ain't keen on hospitals.
Soon as his lungs started
working, he was up and he was out.
Well, what's he like now?
His back looks like
a human knife rack.
But he'll be all right.
Do you think
the police will find them?
No. No chance.
Can tell you two
are brother and sister.
Half.
All right then, half.
Both got his nose.
Well, I'd rather that
than his mouth.
That's charming, isn't it?
So, are you two back together
now then or what?
Carlton! Good evening.
So how's the food?
I was just saying, isn't it,
It's really, really nice.
Thanks for inviting us, mate.
- I appreciate it.
- Well, it's my pleasure.
It's good to see you, Denny.
Looking as beautiful as ever.
- He's a lucky man.
- Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, my God, Carly.
Carly. Carly.
She looks like such an
independent woman all of a sudden.
Well, I wouldn't go that far.
She still knows how to hold
her hand out, don't you?
- Can you spare your husband?
- You can have him.
There was a reason
I invited you here tonight.
And it wasn't to buy you dinner.
I... You know, us Turks like
to keep things amicable
when it comes to business.
And in my country, we say,
"A thousand friends are too few,
and one enemy... is too many."
So go on then.
Who have you upset?
Not me, my friend. You.
I'm gonna be straight
with you, Carlton.
You've upset a family.
And they've put
a contract out on you.
Which family?
- The Nortons?
- Yeah.
Why?
I tried to vouch
for you, Carlton.
I'm sorry.
So what you gonna do?
Set up a meet.
Tell them I'll go alone, yeah.
Uh-huh.
You'd do that for me?
'Course I will.
'Course I will.
Okay.
Are you all right?
Yeah. Fine.
From the outside,
it can seem like
a lawless lifestyle.
but a criminal society's
no different from any other.
There's an infrastructure
in place.
A hierarchy
you have to respect.
The Nortons are the governors.
If they have a problem with me,
I'm fucked.
But it's not in my nature
to run.
The only way
to protect my family
is to accept what's coming.
How the fuck did you
get up here?
- Stairs.
- What, on your own?
You're unbelievable.
You're supposed to be resting.
You're gonna end up
breaking your fucking neck.
Yeah, well, the DJ is getting
on my nerves.
Why didn't you answer
your phone?
Well, come on then, your message
sounded urgent, what is it?
Nothing.
Just thought I'd see if you
was all right, that's all.
Well, why didn't you ask me
that on the phone?
Well, pick up the phone
next time, maybe I will.
You know when you died
in the ambulance
on the way to the hospital...
do you remember it?
No.
They say that you do.
No, don't remember nothing.
- Well, maybe that's it, mate.
- What's that?
Nothing. That's it.
That's your lot.
Well, you know,
if you think there's gonna be
any pearly gates for us,
it ain't gonna happen, mate.
- You made a will?
- No.
No, I'm not leaving
nothing behind.
Well, what about Cayna?
Well, you know, she's...
she's with her mother
and her family,
so she's well looked after,
so don't worry about it.
You ever think about
knocking it all on the head
and just going back out there,
you know, to be with her?
Yeah, all the time.
But she's better off
in Thailand.
Anyway, who'd look after you?
I've been putting some
dough away for my kids.
Yeah?
What's that?
That's the number
for a safety deposit box.
There's not a massive amount
in there, but...
it'll sort my kids out
for a bit when I'm gone.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
Just been doing a bit
of thinking, that's all.
Will you look after that for me?
Yeah, of course, mate.
Cheers.
- Good morning, girls.
- Dad!
You look smart, don't you, hey.
Yeah.
What you doing here?
Thought I'd come and say hello.
Is that all right?
Now you're not gonna drive Mrs.
Feather up the wall today, are you?
- No.
- Good.
All right. Well,
I'll see you in a bit, yeah?
- Be good, darling.
- Mm-hmm.
And you, trouble.
You're here. Good.
I'm afraid my brothers won't be
joining us this evening,
but they do send their regards.
You got me instead,
the runt of the litter.
Please take a seat.
Do you like scotch?
- Yeah.
- So do I.
And would you believe it,
so does half of Asia too.
In fact, the last time I had
a little drop of this stuff...
I was at the Ritz Carlton
in Bangkok, Carlton.
Funny that.
Cheers.
Essex boy, eh?
Except you're not, are you?
You're East End.
See... the problem with
the lot of them over that way
is they seem to take
South End literally.
I mean, it doesn't.
It carries on.
Paris, Geneva, Monaco, Milan.
That's why my brothers
like you, Carlton,
because you understand that.
So...
when someone comes to us asking
for you to be taken care of,
my brothers and I
find it somewhat...
disturbing.
Who is it?
Well, if you'd taken
the time to ask yourself
that exact question
in the first place,
and indeed gone about your work
in a more professional way,
we wouldn't have this problem.
Instead...
you blinded someone
who belongs to someone
who belongs to us.
Your complacency has left
the family feeling...
uncomfortable.
I didn't know.
- Didn't know...
- They...
Well, you fucking do now!
A fine single malt...
is like a complicated woman.
Needs to be taken seriously.
The kid had no respect.
He had no regard for the death
of my good pal Tony Tucker.
If I saw him again,
I'd take his other eye out.
That's why we're fond
of you, Carlton.
But you need to show
some control
over the anger you have inside.
Because violence, my dear,
will only take you so far
in this world.
Contract's been taken out.
It can't just be lifted.
Something needs to be done.
Done for us. You understand?
Listen, if you need something
taken care of, I can sort it.
We already know you're
a leader of men, Carlton.
But what happens when you look
around and there's no ICF...
no firm, no army.
Just you, alone...
with that fear...
and self-doubt...
that keeps you awake at night.
I don't need anyone.
Good.
Because you're going
to Rotterdam tonight, alone.
You will deliver something
to a very dangerous
and volatile individual
called Lars Becker,
who has been a little bit
trigger happy recently
for our liking.
Be there
tomorrow night at 10 p.m.
Someone will meet you.
Prove you have some control
over the demons you have inside
and maybe...
the little problem you've got
will go away.
One other thing.
It isn't a good idea
to be there when he opens it.
Or you won't be coming back.
I always thought
that Tony was tricked
into death.
But maybe like me,
he just didn't have a choice.
But I will die with dignity.
Where are we going?
You'll see.
Get out.
At last we meet.
The ICF general
and West Ham's top boy.
It's a shame we didn't come
face to face on the Terraces.
FC Feyenoord welcomes you
to Rotterdam, Carlton.
Tell me, how is
the Yid Army these days?
Same as Ajax.
Bunch of cunts.
I believe you've got
something for me.
We've walked
the same path, you and I,
from the dogs to the Terraces
and now we found each other
at the top table.
No, this is it.
No more.
I'm getting out.
I've fulfilled my obligation.
Now can you get one of these
lads to drop me back at the port?
You'll be walking away
from a lot of money, Carlton.
The Nortons now have businesses
in Thailand, Cambodia.
They need people like you and me
to take control over there.
No, my family is more important.
It's a young man's game.
I'm walking away.
Retirement is
a fantasy, Carlton.
You've chosen this life,
and now it's chosen you.
When you look into the eyes
of these men,
you'll see that
they've accepted it too.
We're all
on borrowed time, Carlton.
But they enjoy fear
because they understand it.
Ah. I've lost too many friends.
I can't do this.
It's over.
Take him to the port.
Come on.
Don't open it!
You think you saved my life.
But in fact...
you saved your own.
Welcome to the family, Carlton.
You all right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
- Hello, mate, you all right?
- Hi, bruv.
- You ain't going, are you?
- I'm going nowhere mate.
See you soon, yeah.
Oh!
Arsene, you ginger cunt!
Pass the fucking ball!
Fucking mug!
So where's Cambodia then?
Near Thailand, you prick.
Yeah? All those
dirty fucking lady boys,
you would know,
wouldn't you, you sweaty.
Fuck you. Prick.
So when we going?
We're not.
I was just explaining
to the boys about our plans.
Talking of which,
where's your boy today?
I didn't know you had a son?
Oh sorry. My mistake.
He's probably at a Spurs game.
When you've got family,
it makes you vulnerable.
Lars was right.
I've chosen this life,
now it's chosen me.
And the merry-go-round
just turns and turns.
The only way I'm going
to leave this life
is when someone
comes along and takes it.