Rise of the Footsoldier 4: Marbella (2019) Movie Script
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(LIGHT MUSIC)
(SLOW MUSIC)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(LIGHT MUSIC)
(WAVES CRASHING)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(BELL TOLLING)
(CHANTING MUSIC)
(MOTOR RUMBLING)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(TRUCK RUMBLING)
(WAVES SPLASHING)
(DOOR SLAMMING)
Yeah, all right.
(TRUCK RUMBLING)
- Payment's gone through?
- Yes, mate.
Cheers, Sidders, to our
continued success.
I'll fucking drink to that
Tel.
(GLASSES CLASHING)
(BRAKES SQUEAKING)
(HANDBRAKE CRANKING)
Oh, hold up a minute.
(CAR BEEPING)
(TRUNK CLICKING)
Drop it round the villa
when you've finished, yeah.
- Yeah.
- And Sid,
don't forget you take
everything I've got, yeah?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah.
Go on.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Naquinta?
(ELECTRONIC ROCK MUSIC)
(DOORS SLAMMING)
Ken!
What the fuck is happening?
We're half empty.
We're out of pills mate.
All we've got left is a few is
a few stragglers doing coke.
It's shit in here.
Have you told Tony?
No, not yet.
Where is he?
He's in the back office with
Craig.
I don't know what the fuck
they're doing.
How does it feel
To treat me like you do
When you laid your hands upon
me
And told me who you are
- I thought I was mistaken
- Watch what you doing,
you prick.
(GRUNTING)
I thought I heard your words
Get that cunt out of here.
Tell me how do I feel
- Tell me now how do I feel
- this is a fucking joke.
Those who came before me
(DOOR BANGING)
- Who's there?
- It's Pat.
- Pat who?
- Don't fuck about
- open the door!
- Pat-a-cake?
Open this fucking door
before I smash it in you cunt!
I was only having a laugh.
Yeah, well you ain't
fucking funny are you?
- Who's this?
- Well, we caught this cunt
serving Charlie in the toilet.
- Please, I'm sorry.
- Shut your fucking mouth.
Do you wanna have a go?
No, run him through, mate.
Well, I'll have a go, Tone.
Have you seen it out there?
It's like a fucking bomb scare.
No pills, no punters.
I've been trying to get some
but there's nothing around,
mate.
Well, we're gonna have to
fucking sort it then, ain't we.
Well, we are trying to sort
it.
You know what fucking winds
me up about you pair of cunts?
Is all you wanna fucking
do is get on the sniff,
24/7, and fuck about with
idiots.
We're running low on fucking
pills.
And the place is falling apart
around us.
You've got to fucking sort it
out.
I mean it.
(CRAIG AND TONY LAUGHING)
What's fucking wrong with Pat?
He's always been a fucking
miserable cunt for weeks.
Here you are mate.
You finish up here.
I know exactly what
Patrick needs. (LAUGHING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(KNIFE ZIPPING)
Oh that's nice.
Do you know what that says?
It says you are a cunt.
(SCREAMING)
(LAUGHING)
(HIPHOP MUSIC)
- Do you want a drink Tony?
- Two vodka tonics
- please, Dean.
- I'm not drinking mate.
You can one fucking drink.
What's the fuck the matter with
you?
Tony, do me a favour,
there's fucking nothing wrong
with me.
Why are you acting like
such a miserable cunt then?
I'm not.
TONY: It's like looking
at my fucking misses mate.
Look, just fucking leave it,
yeah.
- Look, okay.
- For fuck's sake.
Well, just stand here and sulk
then.
Here's to long faces.
You cunt.
You slippery no good cunt.
You fucked thing spiked
my drink didn't ya?
Do you love them, my
best friend? (LAUGHING)
It's the only way I can
get you to fucking talk.
It's that cunt Harris.
It's fucking killing me, I
can't stop thinking about it.
(DOOR SLAMMING)
(KEYS JANGLING)
Five fucking years.
And he's walking around like
nothing fucking happened.
If I know that cunt he's fucking
laughing
about it right now.
He's probably forgotten
all about it mate.
Yeah well, that makes
it even fucking worse.
I want him fucking bad.
And I also want that cunt who
done me with a fucking hammer.
You just need to fucking
knock this on the head mate,
and actually have some fun.
You're the only cunt I know
in the world who takes an E
and still wants to kill people.
Come on babe.
I really can't believe
You control me
Move your body
Move your body to the rhythm
of love
Move your body
Move your body to the rhythm
of love
Move your body
Move your body to the rhythm
of love
Move your body
Move your body to the rhythm
of love
(PLANE ZOOMING)
(WHEELS SQUEAKING)
(GENTLE GUITAR MUSIC)
(METAL ZIPPING)
Pat the fucking hard man.
(METAL SLAMMING)
As far as the fucking Spanish
old bill is concerned,
they love it when gangsters
start killing one another.
(TRUNK SLAMMING)
(TINKERING)
(SPEAKING IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Oi!
Where the fuck's Harris?
Can I help you?
I've come here for Harris.
Who?
Frank fucking Harris.
I've never heard of him.
Never heard of him,
he fucking lives here.
He doesn't, I live here.
- For how long?
- Two years.
Two years.
Fuck.
I, I don't know what to say, I'm
so sorry.
I am so sorry for disturbing
your game.
Got the wrong house.
Okay.
Excuse me.
Could you call me a taxi?
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
Can I help you mate?
Yeah, looking for a
geezer called Harris.
- Frank Harris.
- Never heard of him.
(PAPER RUSTLING)
Well, how about now?
Well, I don't know anyone
called Harris.
Give's that fucking back then.
Jesus Christ, slow down son.
I've been here 20 years
and I know pretty much everyone
else.
Well that's good.
But it's got a little fucking
bird wrapped
round him called Charlotte.
Gorgeous little brunette,
you would never forget her.
Yeah, a bit of a sniff-head.
Yeah, fucking bang on it.
Now where can I find her?
She's shacked up with a geezer
with a great big boat down the
port.
Is that right?
Yeah.
Oi, I've told you what you
wanted.
Do you know how many
fucking boats there are
in that marina, do you?
You fucking melt.
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
Well fuck me.
What a fucking surprise.
Now where's fucking Harris?
(GROANING)
Now you fucking tell me where
Harris is
or I'm gonna pull your fucking
wank
through the back of your cunt.
Let him fucking go, Patrick.
PAT: What do you mean, Harris
is dead?
He died two years ago mate.
If you'd just fucking listen to
me
and stop your going on and on
and on
and shouting and screaming
at fucking people,
you'd have found out.
How?
She fucked him to death.
There are worse ways to go,
Pat.
She nicked Harris' books, his
ledgers,
the whole fucking lot.
I just took over the fucking
empire.
You know I'm looking around
here, Tel,
and I'll say it again, you've
had a fucking touch ain't ya?
I've had it off mate.
Yeah, 'cause he's partnered up
with me.
Well, now you need to
throw something my way.
- Why?
- Because you fucking owe me.
How do you work that out?
You're the one who
made the fucking intro.
You took me up into that
fucking cunt in gaff
in the fucking hills.
Five years in the fucking
shovel.
Five years I've done for
that fucking wrong'un.
So don't sit there making
fucking faces.
Down to the old pal's
act, you fucking owe me.
Listen mate, I'm fucking
strictly wholesale now mate.
30,000 pills, minimum fucking
order.
That's 40 grand Patrick.
That ain't a problem.
All right, I'll tell you what
I'll do.
You come up with half of it up
front
and I'll give you a squeeze
and give you the rest on tick.
How's that?
Done.
Where are you gonna get 20
grand, Pat?
None of your fucking
business, nose ointment.
(FISTS THUMPING)
(MEN PUFFING)
(PHONE RINGING)
- Who's this?
- It's Pat.
You finish what you started?
- No mate, didn't work out.
- Probably for the best, mate.
Tone, listen to me, don't
talk.
I need you to get out
here lively with 20 large.
Fuck off, Nigel's fight on
Saturday.
I'm walking him out.
Yeah, well, don't worry about
that
'cause I'll get you back in
plenty of time, trust me.
- I don't know Pat.
- Yeah?
Well lucky I fucking do
because Essex is running low on
pills
and I've just made a contact
who can put us right back
on top of the fucking game.
- How much?
- 20 buys us 30.
- Thousand?
- Fucking right.
I'll see you in a couple of
days.
(PHONE CLICKING)
(FISTS THUMPING)
Nice one, son, looking good.
Have a drink, we'll crack
on in a minute, all right.
What do you think Tone?
You're gonna fucking kill him,
Nige.
- Aye, aye.
- Pack a bag
and a passport Rolphe,
we're going to Spain.
What, what for?
Don't ask just fucking do it.
Keep the noise down,
you're interrupting his fucking
training.
Fuck me Tone, he's not much
to look at up close is he?
I thought you'd be bigger.
Your mate's got a big mouth.
No manners Tone.
Who you fucking talking to?
I eat cunts like you for
breakfast.
Well, how about you jump in
here
and we'll find out then.
(NECK CLICKING)
I ain't gonna hurt him
before his fight am I?
You ain't even gonna
touch him son? (LAUGHING)
(FISTS BASHING)
'Gin, 'gin.
Don't block him, oh knock him
out.
(LAUGHING)
(GRUNTING)
Hit him, that's it. (LAUGHING)
Come on Rolphe, hit him.
Give it to him.
Knock him out, Rolphe,
go on, knock him out.
(GRUNTING)
How's he gonna win a fight,
yeah,
if he don't throw any punches?
(FIST SMASHING)
(BODY SLAMMING)
(LAUGHING)
(SNORING)
Is he fucking snoring?
No mate, he's swallowing his
tongue.
Fair play.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(BELL TOLLING)
(CHARLOTTE SNIFFING)
Charlotte, it's 11 o'clock
in the fucking morning,
what are you doing?
- (GLASS SPLASHING)
- You're boring me.
Listen, we've got a six foot
four
psychotic yeti wrapped round us,
right,
so keep it together.
That's on you Terry,
he's your problem now.
Yeah, well not for long.
What, you think he's
just gonna disappear
when you ask him to?
Yeah, that's right.
'Cause me and you are gonna
do what we do best babes.
We're gonna rob the cunt.
(SPANISH MUSIC)
(CAR RUMBLING)
Fucking hell, look who's here
look.
What you doing drinking
in this fucking shithole?
What does it look
like, I'm having a beer?
Well fuck that, come on
jump in, we'll go to my gaff.
Yeah, why not.
(GLASS TINKERING)
Right, get in the back.
- No.
- Get in the fucking back.
- No way.
- Listen to me,
don't fucking bad mouth in
front of this geezer now, right?
Now get in the fucking back, you
cunt.
No no, please, ladies in
front.
No, you're twice the size of
me.
- Go on.
- And you are lovely.
(CAR RUMBLING)
Yeah, there she is.
Beautiful.
(KEYS CLINKING)
How about a little help.
What's the matter with you?
Door won't open.
Well, it's got child locks on
it.
Open the fucking door, Terry.
- Jump over the front.
- Open the fucking door!
- Woo, woo, woo, fuck me.
- No, shut up.
PAT: I'll open the door.
Thank-you Pat.
At least there's still one
gentleman left in this world.
Fucking hell, who's is this?
- This is my gaff.
- What about the boat
and the gaff we were in this
morning?
I've gotta be funny, you
must be fucking caked.
Listen, the secret is,
right, they're all rentals.
Don't let no cunt know where you
are.
There's always someone gonna
wanna take what you've got.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Here's to my business.
Cheers, Tel.
So come on, tell me, when's the
drop?
As soon as you show me the
readies.
No, don't fucking worry about
that.
It'll be here in a couple of
days.
- All right.
- What's he fucking
- doing here?
- Oh, you remember him do you?
Oh I fucking remember you.
You do know that cunt
got me fucking nicked?
Welcome to Gibraltar, cunt.
(KEYS CLATTERING)
You were lucky.
I wanted to cut your throat,
let you bleed to death
in the boot.
- Yeah?
- Listen woo, woo, woo,
he works for me now,
Pat, not fucking Harris.
He's just a footsoldier
doing his fucking job.
You know the drill.
He's a fucking wrong'un Tel.
Yeah, and he's fucking sorry,
ain't ya?
Yeah, I'm broken fucking
hearted.
What do you want anyway, Dave?
I've been to see the fat lad.
You need to call him, pronto.
All right, I will do.
Listen, me and Pat got a bit of
business.
Take the night off and I'll
call you in the morning.
- All right, see you around.
- Yeah.
- Don't worry about him.
- What is it with you hey?
Why have you got that
fucking Scouse milk wrapped
round you for?
Listen, I ain't got him
wrapped round me right.
I've got every cunt in my badge
wants
everything I've got.
Fucking hell.
Do me a favour, pour me a
large one.
I'll give this fat cunt a call.
(PHONE TINKERING)
Stevie, it's Fisher, what
are you fucking playing at?
Now you listen to me mate.
We've been doing fucking
business for two years.
I don't fucking care what he
says
or what you're gonna fucking do,
I run the fucking show
around here, not you!
(PHONE CLATTERING)
Fucking cunt. (PUFFING)
How are we gonna get this
fucking money?
PAT: Be in your hands
in a couple of days.
How do you fancy doing
a bit of graft for me?
(SIGHING) Depends what
fucking type of graft dunnit.
- Persuasion.
- Persuasion?
I'll drink to that,
that's what I'm good at.
- Cheers Tel.
- Cheers.
PAT: Oh, that is
fucking beautiful isn't it?
That's a nice drop of scotch
that.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(LAUGHING)
Do you remember that?
Yeah, you do remember that.
(SNIFFING)
(LAUGHING)
Is it hot in here or is it me?
- What?
- Is it hot in here
or is it me?
PAT: It is like a fucking
small sauna.
- I think I've over done it.
- It is fucking hot.
You lie down.
You lie down you greedy cunt.
(SNIFFING)
(GRUNTING)
I'll have that, fucking finders
keepers.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Fucking key, key key key.
Where's the fucking key,
where's the key, key.
Where's the fucking key, you
cunt.
The key.
(CLICKING)
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
(WATER RUNNING)
(CHARLOTTE SNIFFING)
What the fuck are you
doing up here, Patrick?
Are you coming in or what?
(BIRDS TWITTERING)
(COCKEREL CROWING)
(DOG BARKING)
Oh, okay. (PUFFING)
(HEELS CLANKING)
- Where are you going?
- Swimming.
- Where's Pat?
- How should I know.
He's your new pet.
PAT: Oh mate, what a fucking
night.
I've got an absolute splitter,
can't remember a fucking thing.
Did we drink the whole
bottle of fucking whiskey?
Yeah, yeah we did.
Listen, I want you and Dave
to run errands for me today.
I ain't going anywhere with
that cunt.
Oh fucking hell.
Listen, mate, make your fucking
mind up.
You're either in or out.
All right, Tel,
whatever you fucking say.
Now what am I doing?
Dave will fill you in on the
way.
I want some tablets, I'm in
fucking bits.
(PLANES RUMBLING)
(TANNOY PINGING)
(BOARD CLATTERING)
(TOILET FLUSHING)
(MAN GROANING)
Come on Craig, come
and have a bang on this.
Ah, I can't have anymore Tone.
I feel like I'm gonna have a
heart attack.
Well I ain't fucking flushing
it,
and I ain't carrying it, so get
over here
and stick your fucking nose in.
(TONY SNIFFING)
(TONY GASPING)
(TONY LAUGHING)
Shh, shh, keep, keep it
down Tone, keep it down.
Ah, Rolphe. (GRUNTING)
What the fucking hell,
what is the fucking matter with
you?
- Look!
- Come on Rolphe,
do it, do it, do it,
come on Rolphe, do it.
All right, fucking all right.
Look at that Tone, it looks
like the hind leg of a poodle.
(LAUGHING) Fucking do
it, now, fucking do it.
- Argh!
- Fucking do it, ah.
That's it, sniff it all up boy.
(LAUGHING)
Thank-you.
Thank-you madam.
Thank-you.
Thank-you madam.
Passport sir.
And your boarding pass sir.
(TONY LAUGHING)
Stop there.
What are you looking at?
What?
You got a problem?
- No.
- Do you wanna
- fucking make on cunt.
- Woo, woo!
(GUN CLICKING)
(GUN BLASTING)
(TONY LAUGHING)
(TANNOY PINGING)
Wait Tone, that gear's fucking
popping,
I'm fucking hallucinating.
While you were talking,
I just heard him say
we're going to fucking
Amsterdam.
Nah nah, you did.
- What?
- Well, we're going
to Amsterdam.
What are you on about, we're
going to fucking Amsterdam?
You silly fucking cunt.
Look, the flights were cheap
and there was a connecting
flight.
We're going to be in Spain in
the morning.
Look, this way, we can have
a night out in Amsterdam.
(LAUGHING) You're not as
fucking silly
as you look are you?
You're still a cunt, though,
argh.
Argh!
(TRUCK RUMBLING)
One of Terry's clients.
Thinks he doesn't wanna
work with us no more.
So we're gonna help him change
his mind.
Pick a tool lad.
Woo, woo, woo, the day
I need a fucking shooter
to change someone's mind is
the day I fucking retire.
So watch and learn.
Fair enough.
(LIVELY SPANISH GUITAR MUSIC)
(FIST THUMPING)
(MAN GRUNTING)
Now you fucking listen to me
Stevie.
- Pat.
- And you listen fucking good.
Terry Fisher's a fucking pal of
mine
and you do not fuck about with
him get it?
- Pat.
- What do you fucking want?
That's not Fat Stevie.
Are you fucking mad?
- Look at the size of him.
- Stevie's fatter.
So where's your boss?
I don't know, check the
office.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
All right Dave, you wanker.
DAVE: What are you
even doing here, Ricky?
Delivering a fucking message.
And you didn't want to
bring the fucking guns.
Oh come on, all of these
fucking sillies just...
- (HEAD THUMPING)
- Ugh.
(GRUNTING)
(FISTS THUMPING)
- (BAT THUMPING)
- Argh!
(BAT SMASHING)
(TEETH CLATTERING)
Argh!
(BONES SMASHING)
Fuckers!
(GRUNTING)
(THUMPING)
Argh you fucker, fuck you!
(GRUNTING)
- (BAT WHIPPING)
- Argh!
You fuck.
(FISTS THUMPING)
(GRUNTING)
(YELLING)
(BOTTLE SMASHING)
(MAN GRUNTING)
(SPEAKING IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
MAN: Let's go.
Let's go!
Where are you going?
Where are you going?
(DAVE MOANING)
You mugs.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Can you walk?
That's a fucking stupid
question to ask.
Of course I can't fucking walk.
Look at my leg.
- Help me up mate.
- Give me your hand.
(DAVE GROANING)
Come up.
Now you listen to me.
You my friend, you're gonna
be all right. (LAUGHING)
We'll get you walking in no
time.
Thanks mate.
Argh!
(FLESH SQUELCHING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
You should've fucking dumped
me
when you had the chance you
woman cunt.
(DAVE GASPING)
(BLOOD SPLASHING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(PAT GRUNTING)
(WATER TRICKLING)
(GLASS TINKLING)
(SHOVEL SCRAPING)
- What do you mean he's dead?
- They fucking killed him,
cut his throat.
Who?
I don't know, there
was five or six of them.
All I can remember is Dave
screaming
out some fucking geezer's name,
Ricky.
Oh fucking hell, no.
Now, Tel, you've gotta tell me
what's fucking going on here,
'cause I nearly got killed.
It's this fucking geezer
called Greener.
He been trying to take out my
business for the last year.
Yeah, and it looks like he's
gonna
fucking do it, done it?
What are you being like that
for?
Because it's the fucking truth
innit?
I mean with Dave out the way
you're fucking fair game.
You've gotta remember something
Tel,
you're a fucking middle
man, you ain't a villain.
And I'm telling you now,
they will take your business,
and you'll end up dead in a
fucking hole.
Don't you think I
fucking don't know that.
You gotta help me mate.
Don't make your problems my
problems.
Listen, I'll pay you.
You'd fucking have to.
How much?
I tell you what, you wipe
the tick off the gear I owe,
and I'll make sure every cunt
in Marbella knows not to fuck
with you.
Oh woo woo woo woo woo,
don't start making them fucking
faces.
I know exactly what you're
thinking.
Don't even fucking
dream about haggling me.
You make sure you
deliver me that 20 grand,
and I'll wipe out the rest of
it, deal?
Yeah, done.
So what do you wanna do,
how do you wanna play this?
We're flopping that cunt's
restaurant,
and we show face.
Are you ready?
You look good, babes.
I know.
(CHARLOTTE SNIFFING)
Now I'm ready.
Are you fucking for real?
Have you got any idea
what's going on here?
They could take everything
we've ever worked for.
Hmm, let's go show these
cunts what we're made of then.
(LIGHT GUITAR MUSIC)
Relax.
Heads up, that's them over
there.
Do me a favour.
Get rid of that cunt.
No worries.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
You're not welcome here, Fisher.
That's fucking very brave.
My money not good enough for
you?
Why don't you go and fuck off
home.
You should watch your
fucking mouth sunshine.
Now why would I wanna do that?
You see, I heard your pal, Dave,
had himself a little accident
today.
How long do you think
you're gonna survive here
without your gorilla?
Well, don't you worry about
that.
'Cause I've just replaced him
with a yeti.
Yeti?
Argh!
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Stop screaming or I'll
take the fucking fork
out your hand and I'll put it in
your eye.
Now shut up because people
are trying to fucking eat.
Now do us all a favour, and fuck
off.
Argh!
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(HEAD SMASHING)
Ah ugh, argh.
(FOOT SLAMMING)
Argh!
Excuse me, waitress.
You couldn't change that
fork for me, could you,
it's fucking filthy.
Thank-you, gracias.
Who am I looking at?
That's Mark Greener.
A south London firm, heavy duty.
They look like a pair of cunts
to me.
Yeah but they killed Dave.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Do you think we made our
point?
- Yeah.
- Let's fuck off.
Come on then.
(CHAIRS SCRAPING)
What are you pair of cunts
still fucking looking at hey?
Do you want what he got,
'cause you can fucking
have it if you want it.
- Try me.
- Hey, hey hey hey!
I don't see the point, mate.
Now when we could be working
together.
You been in Marbella what?
Two days, Pat.
So don't give me any
bullshit about loyalty.
As far as I'm concerned
you're just a free agent
available to the highest bidder.
And what the fuck
would you want with me?
(CHAIRS SCRAPING)
I er, I wanna make a bid.
(PLANE ZOOMING)
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
Pat's gonna fucking kills us.
Hey Tone, just tell Pat
we couldn't get a connecting
flight.
Look, what else are we gonna do?
You can explain it to him,
you booked the fucking flights.
We both got on the plane,
Tone.
You fucking soppy cunt.
We're walking around fucking
Holland
with a bag full of cash we can't
spend.
We didn't pack no fucking
clothes,
we've got no fucking gear,
and the flight's not until
tomorrow fucking morning!
What we supposed to fucking do?
Fucking what?
Look, Tone, there's naked
girls up there
and they're looking at us.
Well, of course they fucking
are, they're prostitutes.
- Look, oh fucking hell.
- Look at that fat arse
on it, look at the fat arse on
it.
That short one, the one
that looks like a fella,
with the adam's apple.
Yeah, Rolphe, peal me
off some of that cash.
Here's some.
Let's go get some fucking
pussy!
Ah, fuck, look after my neck
you faggot.
This is the rhythm of the
night
Oh oh
This is the rhythm of the
night
Oh oh
I don't know what it is about
Amsterdam,
but all I wanna do is
fuck brasses any day.
(ELECTRONIC MUSIC)
(MOANING)
- Stop it!
- Woo hoo, woo hoo.
- Listen, listen...
- Bye, bye.
That was a fucking geezer.
Adam's apple, stubble,
definitely a fucking geezer.
No no, bollocks mate.
She just had those sort of
manly features, that's all.
- She wasn't a man.
- Big hands and big feet.
(LAUGHING)
This is the rhythm of the
night
- The night, the night.
- It's not funny Tone.
It's not funny at all.
The rhythm of the night
This is the rhythm of the
night
- The night
- Here here, Tone, Tone
do you think they're a couple of
brasses?
I don't know.
There's only one way to find
out, Rolphe,
fucking ask them.
Excuse me, excuse me, darling,
can you come here a sec please?
Are you a brass?
Fuck off you little creep.
I don't know what you're
laughing at.
You're like the fucking Honey
Monster.
All right, fair play, fair
play.
Trust us to get the only
two fucking Essex birds
in the whole of Amsterdam.
Yeah we are Essex and what?
Look, look, no offence babe,
we only wanna have a good night.
Come, come sit down and
have a drink with us.
- Come on, park yourself.
- Come on.
Babe, couple of drinks.
(CHEERING)
(LAUGHING)
This is the rhythm of the
night, my life oh yeah
The rhythm of the night
This is the rhythm of the
night
- Fucking hell.
- Hurry up love,
we ain't got all fucking night.
Rolphe, do one.
Rolphe, you selfish cunt!
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(PHONE BEEPING)
(PHONE RINGING)
- Who's that?
- Who do you think it
- fucking is?
- I was wondering
if you'd call.
- What do you want?
- Same thing as you Pat.
Easy life, pocket full of
readies.
- Well I'm listening.
- Why don't you drop by
the restaurant in an hour.
(PHONE BEEPING)
Listen, it ain't as easy as
that.
I've got a fucking man down.
I can't just keep fucking
sort, hold on a minute.
You all right Pat?
(GLASS CLINKING)
(LIGHT MUSIC)
Morning.
You're blocking my sun.
Are you fucking mad,
the sun's over there.
(LAUGHING) Worth a try.
(PAT MOANING)
They're rented, just like his
villas.
Fuck me, you are
starting early aren't you?
Or finishing late.
I haven't been to bed, babes.
You wanna join me for some
breakfast?
Well that is a silly
fucking question isn't.
(PAT SNIFFING)
So what's the deal with you and
Terry?
With me?
It's strictly business.
Well that's good, 'cause I
ain't gonna be around long.
Yeah, I could've guessed that.
Terry's going down, Charlotte,
and you don't have to
fucking go down with him.
I've seen the way he fucking
looks at you,
talks to you, touches you,
and I'm telling you now,
the first fucking chance he
gets, he's gonna put a bit blade
in your fucking back.
(CHARLOTTE LAUGHING)
What you laughing at?
Well, you men are all the
fucking same.
He's planning the exact same
thing on you.
He's gonna rob you blind, Pat.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Slippery little cunt.
Oh yeah.
So what's in his safe?
Money, drugs, fuck knows what
else.
But it's enough to make
it worth our while.
And where's the key?
Right this is what we're gonna
do.
You're gonna go to graft
and you're gonna get
that fucking key no matter what
you do,
and I'll take care of Terry.
What do you mean "Take care of
Terry"?
What do you fucking think?
(BELL TOLLING)
(DOOR BUZZING)
(DOOR CLICKING)
Come in Pat.
Close the door.
Take a seat.
So, how's Marbella treating you?
No, I ain't fucking
come here for small talk.
What do you want?
Okay, straight to business.
How long you gonna be in town?
None of your fucking
business knows wants.
'Cause I'm hoping you're gonna
jump
on the first flight back to
Essex.
And why would I do
what you fucking want?
'Cause you're gonna have no
choice.
Now, I'm gonna need you to
pay very very close attention
to what I'm about to show you.
(LAUGHING) I'm very excited
about this.
This is fucking gold.
(VHS PLAYS CLICKING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
It's incredible isn't it.
You know, the clarity that you
can get on people's faces now
it's just, its amazing.
Now this is my favourite part.
Watch this, wait for it, wait
for it.
(GASPING) Oh ho ho, my god,
you really are a vicious
bastard, aren't you, Pat.
Here, catch.
You see, I've got this
coza, he works for me.
And he managed to snag that
before
anyone's had a chance to see it.
How many copies have you got
of this?
Just the one.
So where's the original?
Locked up, in there.
(LAUGHING)
Well let me tell you
something, you flash cunt.
I ain't fucking going
nowhere until you get
that fucking tape out the safe.
- So get your fucking...
- No no, no Pat.
We both know that's
not how this plays out.
Now I'm guessing you didn't tell
anyone you were coming
here today, am I right?
Yeah, I thought so.
So, it would be very easy
just to make you disappear
and I bet no one would give
a fuck that you're gone.
So this is the last warning
you're gonna get from me mate.
Go home, pack your shit, and get
the fuck
out of Marbella tonight.
Now, let's just fucking
take a breath here.
I got a little bit more
business to take care of
in the next couple of days.
If you let me do that business,
then I'll fuck off for good.
I swear to you, I swear on
my baby daughter's life,
I'll be gone.
(TONGUE CLICKING)
Okay, two days Pat, two days.
But if you're not gone, then
that tape's gonna find it's way
into the hands of the old bill,
and you're gonna spend 25
years in a Spanish nick.
Now you can keep that.
It's a souvenir.
Well go on, fuck off.
Fuck off.
(DOOR CLICKING)
Hmm, hmm.
(PHONE RINGING)
Where are you, you cunt?
(PHONE CLICKING)
Who the fuck's this?
It's Pat, where the fuck are
you?
- Amsterdam.
- Amsterdam!
What the cunt are you
doing in fucking Amsterdam?
Keep your fucking hair on Pat,
we got a flight to Malaga.
- What time?
- Rolphe?
What time have we got the flight
booked?
CRAIG: Er, quarter past nine.
We've got to be there for eight.
Quarter past nine.
What are you talking about,
you cunt,
- it's fucking half 10!
- What, are you serious?
It's fucking half 10!
You pair of soppy cunts, you've
missed the fucking flight.
We'll book another one.
Look Tone, listen to me.
I need you out here, I
need you fucking out here,
because it's come on top.
TONY: Relax, we'll be there
soon.
Just fucking hurry up.
All right, all right, all
right.
Rolphe?
Rolphe, go book us a flight.
What did your last slave die
of?
Not booking me a
fucking flight, you cunt.
(MOTORBOAT CHUGGING)
(MOPED WHIZZING)
(GASPING) It's all fucked
Tone.
All the flights are double
booked.
We ain't gonna get a flight
until the day after tomorrow.
You fucking cunt.
We'll have to fucking rent a
car.
We should just fucking nick
one.
You know how to hot
wire a car now do you?
Well, it's worth giving it a
go.
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
Hey, well, I'm a friendly
stranger in the black Sedan
Ah won't you hop inside my car
I got pictures, got candy
- I'm a lovable man
- What the fuck!
And I can take you to the
nearest star
I'm your vehicle, baby
I'll take you anywhere you
want to go
I'm your vehicle, woman
By now I'm sure you know
That I love ya, love ya
- I need ya, need ya
- Tone, Tone,
looks like someone had a bit
more beer than us last night.
Fucking sweet.
(VAN RUMBLING)
- Where the fuck you been?
- I've been out.
- Where?
- What are you,
fucking old bill?
Just remember who you
fucking work for Pat.
(SIGHING) Don't matter, come, I
gotta go.
I'm gonna be fucking late.
Well, where are we going?
Golf, and get them and all.
PAT: You're taking the
fucking piss.
(CART RUMBLING)
(BRAKES SQUEAKING)
- Sidders.
- What are you doing here?
I've been calling you
all fucking day mate.
I've been busy ain't I.
I've got another
package coming tomorrow.
Are you ready?
No, I just can't swing that
now mate.
Hold on a minute, we had a
deal, mate.
You take everything I got.
Yeah, but that was then, this
is now.
Have you been talking to
the other side have you?
I'll talk to who the fuck I
like to.
Yeah, Pat?
Yeah, who the fuck's this?
Don't worry about him, he's my
caddy.
What do you reckon?
Well, if it was me I'd
use a wood or a long iron.
You know what, I tell you
what, I'll go with the wood.
Do you mind?
The thing is Sidney, you work
for me mate,
and no one else.
You know, the thing is Terry,
I work for who the fuck I like.
Word is you're fucking
finished out here anyway.
That so?
(CLUB WHACKING)
(SIDNEY GROANING)
You can't get that kind
of prop round the cap.
PAT: That's what I'm good at.
(SIDNEY COUGHING)
(CLUB WHACKING)
(SIDNEY GROANING)
(SIDNEY COUGHING)
Look at my fucking face.
Get your hands fucking back.
Now look at my face, you cunt.
- Now remember...
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Do not forget this face,
'cause if I hear you're
fucking dealing with Greener
again,
and you're fucking dead.
- You got me?
- Yeah, yes.
For god's sake. (COUGHING)
(CLUB THUMPING)
Argh! (COUGHING)
- Now play on.
- Thank-you.
(CLUB WHACKING)
- (BALL WHACKING)
- Argh!
- What the fuck was that?
- (LAUGHING) You just hit
- that geezer right in the back.
- Jesus, bastard, bollocks.
Well come on, let's fuck off.
Oh fuck he's heading to the golf
cart.
(MAN SHOUTING)
Shut up you mug,
fucking talk to yourself, you
soppy cunt.
Ah you fucking, fucking woman,
shut up.
Oh no, the cunt's coming over.
All right, stop stop stop stop.
Stop stop stop.
PAT: Oi, what you talking
about?
How can you hit a golf
ball when I'm on the green?
I didn't even fucking hit the
ball.
He did, the geezer sitting in
the buggy.
- Him?
- He did, yeah.
(FIST SMASHING)
(LIVELY MUSIC)
You lovely cunt
You're lovely
- Pass me the roadmap Rolphe?
- What?
TONY: The fucking
roadmap you silly cunt!
- Oh!
- Oh you fucking mug,
it's in fucking Dutch!
No wonder we're fucking lost!
Your lover
Your lover
(GLASSES CLINKING)
- Cheer Tel.
- Don't you think we
should have a little toast to
Dave?
I am not drinking to that
cunt.
Listen, if he'd been
good at his fucking job,
he would've been here
with us now, wouldn't he.
That is beautiful.
Maybe you can give a
speech at his funeral.
If you keep on at me,
it'll be your funeral next.
You better not be threatening
me.
How about you fuck off, how's
that?
I'm going for a piss.
I'm in.
No one threatens me, stupid shit
cunt.
You just need to find that
key.
The lover, ah ah
The lover, ah ah
Stay with you forever
Feelings, strangers to the
scene
Yeah we capture what we need
We've got to pave the way
Can a solve relay
Can a solve relay
The dark shone
That they shine like a light
for you
The perception that would
lead you to a latitude
Of self-loving and
know what I was to you
The lover oh oh
The lover hey yeah
Stay with you forever
Stay, stay
(HORN HONKING)
Watch out, watch out, watch
out!
(PUFFING) Sorry mate, I'm
fucking falling asleep here.
Just pull over mate, get your
nut down.
I haven't got fucking time.
Just pull over.
(PUFFING) All right.
(VAN RUMBLING)
(TYRES SQUEAKING)
Rolphe, go and have a look in
the back,
see if we can get some
fucking coffee or something.
- (CRAIG GROANING)
- Ah, shit, all right.
(CUPBOARD CLICKING)
There's some er crisps.
Fuck off, crisps.
I need something to keep
me awake you silly cunt.
Cereal.
Ah, wait a minute Tone,
wait a minute Tone.
Aye, aye, we've only rung the
fucking bell Tone. (LAUGHING)
Jesus Christ.
Christ Tone, Tone, Tone.
What are you doing in my van?
Look I didn't know it was your
mate.
I, I swear.
But you were stealing it, yes?
I, I found the keys in it.
And now you're stealing my
narcotics.
No, we're just borrowing them.
Listen mate, we ain't
stealing your fucking van.
We've got somewhere we need to
be.
And if you behave your fucking
self,
you can have it back when we're
done.
What if I don't behave myself?
We'll turn you upside down
and gut you like a fucking pig.
Okay, where is it we're going?
- Marbella.
- Ah, Marbella.
What is your name?
Tone.
- Tony?
- No, I'm Craig.
- Tony Craig?
- Listen you cunt,
my name's Tony, his name's
Craig.
Okay, we have a long journey.
Perhaps I should roll us a jazz
cigarette.
Well fuck that mate,
we want something lively.
We're fucking knackered.
I have some nice crack in
here.
(LAUGHING)
(LIGHT MUSIC)
Tone, what's he doing?
I think he's a bit iffy mate.
- Who's iffy?
- You, you cunt.
Give me a pipe with
that fucking thing here.
I'm iffy? (LAUGHING)
I'm iffy.
Well he's fucking iffy, but
you're double iffy Rolphe.
You're next, son. (LAUGHING)
(TONY GRUNTING)
- You're iffy.
- I'm not iffy.
I'm just a cake. (LAUGHING)
(WHEELS SQUEALING)
I'm just a cake.
(GUITAR MUSIC)
(PAT SNORING)
(CHARLOTTE SNIFFING)
Pat?
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(LIVELY MUSIC)
You know I love you, I need
you
I want to have your child
Great god in heaven
you know I love you
Who the fuck are you?
- Da da!
- Woop di doo!
We fucking made it Patrick.
(LAUGHING)
Where the fuck you two's been,
hey?
Fucking state of you,
what have you been taking?
Er, just a little something
to keep the drive all sweet.
And who the fuck's this
long'un.
This is Klaus.
I fucking love you Klaus.
He would love.
(LAUGHING)
I'm feeling much love for you
also.
If you ever come to Essex,
make sure you look us up.
That is an offer I would
consider most sincerely.
Oh, this is your bag.
Thank-you Klaus (LAUGHING)
Thank-you.
(DOOR SLAMMING)
Fucking diamond geezer, one of
your own.
Yeah, fucking looks it.
Right, let's get some breakfast.
Can I have an ice-cream?
Yum.
- (TONY GROWLING)
- Fuck off Tone!
For fuck's sake.
Fucking state of you two
cunts.
If you could see your fucking
faces now.
Pass me that bag up.
Let me count the readies
while you're eating.
It's all in the bag Patrick.
(TONY LAUGHING)
What's this?
It's money, what does
it fucking look like?
(CLATTERING)
(WHEELS SQUEALING)
(ROCK MUSIC)
(KLAUS LAUGHING)
I thought he was our fucking
mate.
We did sort of kidnap him.
(SIGHING) You think
you fucking know someone.
Made him drive 1500 miles.
Hope you are to a stranger.
And nick his drugs.
- Fucking German cunt.
- Tone.
So the money's gone.
What do you think?
I'll tell you what I fucking
think,
how did you pair of dopey
cunts let this fucking happen?
Look, I'm sorry Pat, I'm, I'm
ashamed.
Yeah, you should be fucking
ashamed.
What's that?
That's an onion.
That's right, it's a fucking
onion.
It ain't 20 large is it.
Luckily, and I'll say that
again, luckily for you two,
I got a little plan, where
we can write all this down
as a loss and still come out on
top.
(MEN CHATTERING)
That's them now.
He don't look like much.
Who are the two puffs with the
beards?
PAT: Seriously be
on your toes with them.
That cunt's already put a suit
on me.
Gotcha.
So what's the plan?
Upstairs to that gaff is an
office.
And in that room is a
fucking safe in the corner.
- What's in it?
- A shit load
of fucking readies.
- How do you fucking know?
- 'Cause I've fucking seen it.
And we're gonna nick
every last fucking penny.
(CRAIG AND TONY LAUGHING)
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(SHOVEL SCRAPING)
You're just standing
there the pair of you,
I've got a fucking neck brace
on, fucking hurt doing that.
Shut up fucking
moaning and put your back
into it you lazy cunt.
(GROANING) Fucking crack Tone.
It's murder on the way out.
(LAUGHING) Keep digging you
cunt.
You're so good at this Rolphe.
Tone, urgh, thanks for
fucking helping you cunt, ugh.
- I tell you what, Tone,
- What the fuck was that?
I've fucking go the fear mate.
The fucking fish come right on
me yeah.
I remember something.
We've got to be nicking money
from fucking other villas
so the old bill don't give two
fucks.
(GUN CLICKING)
So we will be back home
on sweet Essex soil
before anyone has a fucking
clue what day it is.
(GUN COCKING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(FEET THUMPING)
(CAR DOOR SLAMMING)
(COINS RATTLING)
(CAR RUMBLING)
(CASE CLICKING)
(WATER WHOOSHING)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(DOOR SLAMMING)
(CLOCK CLICKING)
(BIRD SQUAWKING)
- (GUN FIRING)
- Fucking gorgeous.
(GUN FIRING)
(LAUGHING) Fucking
(DROWNED OUT BY GUN FIRING)
(SHOTGUN BLASTING)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
(CRAIG AND TONY LAUGHING)
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
(LIQUID SPLASHING)
(GLASSES TINKLING)
Drink?
What do you want?
Peace offering.
Come on then.
Ah.
(GLASS CLATTERING)
Sorry for biting your
head off the other night.
It's all right.
Both know I can be a cunt.
Yes we do.
Listen Tel, there's
something you need to see.
(TELEVISION CLICKING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
You know this?
What have you done to me.
You cunt.
You're fucking dead.
- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.
How does that happen Tel?
I'm listening.
You're an embarrassment mate.
There's your knight in shining
armour.
He set the whole thing
up from the beginning,
and he's done you up like a
kipper.
You lied to me, you disrespected
me,
and you threatened me.
(CHARLOTTE SPITTING)
I'll send you a postcard, cunt.
(CLOCK CLICKING)
(KEY TINKERING)
(SAFE CLICKING)
(BRIEFCASE CLICKING)
(TRUCK RUMBLING)
(BRAKES SQUEAKING)
- Here you are Tone.
- Cheers for that.
Pat take that.
(GUNS CLICKING)
- Right, are we ready?
- Yeah.
- Get your mask down.
- Oh, wait a second.
It's stuck in the back.
- No just get it down.
- No, no one second.
Ah Pat, ah Pat, ow!
Fucks Agh!
(DOOR RATTLING)
- For fuck's sake!
- What you fucking doing,
you silly cunt.
Get out of here, now move.
(SPANISH GUITAR MUSIC)
(CUTLERY CLATTERING)
(WOMAN GASPING)
(SPEAKING IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
- Shh shh shh shh.
- God.
- Shh shh shh.
- Oh yeah.
TONY: Shut your fucking
mouth.
- Shut your fucking mouth.
- Shh shh shh,
quiet down.
(CRAIG GROANING)
Where's Rolphe?
(GATE CLATTERING)
What the fuck are you
doing, you greedy cunt?
I'm fucking starving.
I haven't eaten in two days.
Fucking move.
(HAND SLAPPING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
And then old Ron said...
(LAUGHING)
Oh, argh!
(GUN SLAMMING)
(FURNITURE SLAMMING)
Combination.
Forget the hat, Pat, I know
it's you.
I thought you were leaving.
I am you cunt, as soon as I'm
done here.
Now what's the combination?
What do you want?
Terry Fisher sends his
regards, and a fucking warning.
Stay out of his business
you cunt or you're dead.
Now what's the combination?
Fuck you Pat.
(GUN SLAMMING)
Now give him the fucking
combination,
or I'll blow your fucking dick
off.
It's 241-5936.
Good boy.
Get the motor.
Be on your toes.
(SAFE BEEPING)
(SAFE CLICKING)
How are we looking?
It's like fucking Christmas.
Grab hold of that.
Uh, fucking hell.
Fucking hell.
- (BAG CLATTERING)
- For fuck's sake.
Come on, fucking go!
Tone, move!
TONY: I'm not fucking
leaving the money!
Come on!
Pat!
(GUNS FIRING)
(EXCITING MUSIC)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
Argh!
Fuck! (DROWNED OUT BY GUNS
FIRING)
Fuck!
Old Johnny Green
He has been here
(GUN FIRING)
(METAL PINGING)
When I fork on down the street
Smiling at the faces that I
make
Dad falls back this morning
Now I'm dizzy as big as stone
And when the world stops
turning
Then I'm going back home
(GRAVEL CRUNCHING)
(BRAKES SQUEAKING)
- You all right?
- Hey Pat.
Which is what?
Pills, cash.
(DOOR CLICKING)
- All right treacle.
- Hello.
So what happens with Terry now?
I'll tell you what happens to
Terry.
Terry falls off the end
of the fucking world,
down to my new pal, Greener.
Now, you, get in the car, and
this time sit up the front.
(DOOR SLAMMING)
(DOOR CLICKING)
What's wrong?
It won't open.
Are you sure, pull it.
(LAUGHING)
Calm down.
You would've done exactly
the same thing to me
as soon as you found out
Terry was fucking dead.
No, you know that's not true.
That's right, love, your
the first bird in history
to tell the fucking truth.
(CRAIG AND TONY LAUGHING)
Why?
I'll tell you why, Char,
do you wanna know why?
Because you're weak and I'm
strong.
You can fuck right off.
- Let's get going.
- See you later.
(MEN LAUGHING)
Hold.
Come on darling, we're only
joking.
(LIVELY ROCK MUSIC)
Boy your shit don't show.
Fucking cunts!
Dad was away this morning
Now I'm busy at stick and
stone
And when the world stops
turning
Then I'm going back home
(TERRY GROANING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Oh no no, no, no, you fucking
cunt.
(DOOR SLAMMING)
(PHONE BEEPING)
Wait.
(GUN FIRING)
(BELL TOLLING)
CROWD: Nigel, Nigel,
Nigel, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel,
- Nigel, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel
- It's showtime.
ANNOUNCER: What a magnificent
reception for the champion.
Like Tyson of haggler, Ben
says he's never dumped anybody.
Pat, here Pat, come here,
come here, have a look.
Have a look, there's Tony.
I've never seen him
look so fucking happy.
- Go on Tone!
- Go on Tone!
ANNOUNCER: At 31 he knows
there aren't many nights
like this ahead of him if he
loses.
He's met the best and come
through.
He's promised to drop everybody
tonight.
A terrific reception for Nigel
Benn.
(CROWD CHEERING)
Come on Nige.
ANNOUNCER: Once again,
here the ref in charge
Darrow, now to give
instructions.
(BELL RINGING)
And off they go, unbelievable
atmosphere here in Docklands.
- Come on Nigel.
- Remember the G-Man
McClellan has promised to
finish this in the first round.
A lot of money on the
fight going short as well.
Benn for champion.
(FISTS THUMPING)
And they're going at it,
toe to toe from the start.
No scouting measures here at
all.
A lot of leather being thrown
very early on in this fight.
Benn coming along the ropes
here.
He's trapped on the ropes and
McClellan and he's a late,
he's gone through the ropes!
(CROWD MOANING)
There a play for the wait here
in the very first seconds.
Right through the ropes,
crazy at the ringside.
Can Nigel Benn get back in time?
He's been pushed back in by
a couple of commentators.
- He's in, he's okay.
- Come on, Nigel.
ANNOUNCER: He's going
to be allowed to continue
but for how long?
Can he survive this opening
round?
Keep your arms up Nigel!
(CROWD SHOUTING)
ANNOUNCER: McClellan,
ready to finish this,
right here and now.
Go on Nigel!
(FISTS THUMPING)
(BELL RINGING)
(CLUBBING MUSIC)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(FISTS THUMPING)
(BOXERS GRUNTING)
(SIRENS WAILING)
Hello?
I can't hear ya, hold
on a minute, hold on.
Pat, it's Ken.
Listen, mate, we've got
a big fucking problem.
Yeah well spit it out, I've
got a fucking fight to watch.
KEN: Some kid's been
taken to the hospital.
So what?
He took one of them pills,
one of them new ones from Spain.
- And what happened?
- I don't know mate.
He's been rushed to hospital.
It's not looking good.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
I've bill all over the gaff,
asking questions, asking for you
by name.
Now you listen to me
carefully,
you flush everything you've got.
You go through everyone else's
pockets
and you do the fucking same.
If anyone breathes a fucking
word
to the old bill they're dead.
Yeah, no worries, Pat.
(CROWD CHEERING)
(FISTS THUMPING)
ANNOUNCER: That's it, will
power
and they're fighting hard.
The left arch is swerved Nigel
there.
He's got McClellan in trouble as
well.
We've got to go now.
- What, what?
- Now!
ANNOUNCER: He's surely
gonna have to go down here.
(CROWD CHEERING)
He has gone down,
McClellan, in the corner.
The referee urges him to get up.
He should be counting him.
McClellan in a dark place now.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(LIGHTS BUZZING)
Fucking hell Pat, I
can't believe we've got
to get rid of all those pills.
Listen, if we're
connected to those pills
and that kid dies, we're
going down for fucking murder.
(BAG SLAPPING)
Is that what you want?
- Is that what you want?
- No, well of course not.
It's just, just look
how many there is mate.
It's sacrilegious look, think
of all the fucking waste.
Them pills are fucking poison.
Sooner we get rid of them the
better.
(CROWD ROARING)
- Yes, yes yes!
- Things are going his way.
Good punches coming in from
Nigel Benn.
The G-Man is in big big trouble.
Big upper cut, he's wobbled,
he's down.
(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)
Last one, lovely boy.
ANNOUNCER: Eight, he's
reached nine.
It is all over.
(CROWD ROARING)
Benn is the winner.
Benn is still the champion.
(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)
(PHONE RINGING)
- What?
- Good news mate.
False alarm.
What you fucking talking
about?
KEN: That kid that
got taken to hospital.
Turns out he's an epileptic or
something.
Forgot to take his insulin.
Them pills are sweet mate.
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
CRAIG: Caw Pat, coming right
on me.
They're the best fucking pills
I've ever taken in my life.
(CRAIG GROANING)
No no no no no.
Fucking hell!
(FOGHORN BLOWING)
Naughty naughty very naughty
(ELECTRONIC MUSIC)
There's a guy in a place
Who's got a bittersweet face
And he goes by the
name of Ebeneezer Goode
His friends call him Eezer
and he is the main geezer
And he'll vibe about the
place like no other man could
He's refined, he's sublime,
he makes you feel fine
Though very much maligned
and misunderstood
But if you know Eezer
he's a real crowd pleaser
He's ever so good,
he's Ebeneezer Goode
You can see that he's mischievious,
mysterious and devious
When he circulates amongst
the people in the place
But once you know he's fun
and something of a genius
He gives a grin that goes
around from face to face to face
Backwards and then forwards,
forwards and then backwards
Eezer is the geezer
who loves to muscle in
That's about the time the
crowd
All shout the name of Eezer
As he's fucking in the corner,
laughing by the bass bin
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Has anybody got any veras
Lovely
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha
A great philosopher once wrote
Naughty, naughty, very naughty
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ebeneezer Goode, leading
light of the scene
Know what I mean, see
He created the vibe
He takes you for a ride
and as if by design
The party ignites
like he's comin' alive
He takes you to the top,
shakes you all around
Then back down, you
know as he gets mellow
Then as smooth as the groove
that is making you move
He glides into your mind
with a sunny "Hello"
A gentleman of leisure,
he's there for your pleasure
But go easy on old Eezer
he's the love you could lose
Extraordinary fellow,
like Mr. Punchinello
He's the kind of geezer
who must never be abused
When you're in town
and Ebeneezer is around
You can sense a presence
in the sound of the crowd
He gets them all at it,
the party starts rocking
The people get excited
it's time to shout loud
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Got any salmon, sorted
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
Oh what a carry on
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
Wicked
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
(DOORS SLAMMING)
Wait.
(GUN FIRING)
(PUFFING) Listen mate,
they both fucked us,
Pat Tate and Charlotte.
And I've got something you
didn't know.
You've got three seconds, go.
I've 250,000 pills
landing in Ibiza next week.
(LIGHT MUSIC)
(SLOW MUSIC)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(LIGHT MUSIC)
(WAVES CRASHING)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(BELL TOLLING)
(CHANTING MUSIC)
(MOTOR RUMBLING)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(TRUCK RUMBLING)
(WAVES SPLASHING)
(DOOR SLAMMING)
Yeah, all right.
(TRUCK RUMBLING)
- Payment's gone through?
- Yes, mate.
Cheers, Sidders, to our
continued success.
I'll fucking drink to that
Tel.
(GLASSES CLASHING)
(BRAKES SQUEAKING)
(HANDBRAKE CRANKING)
Oh, hold up a minute.
(CAR BEEPING)
(TRUNK CLICKING)
Drop it round the villa
when you've finished, yeah.
- Yeah.
- And Sid,
don't forget you take
everything I've got, yeah?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah.
Go on.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Naquinta?
(ELECTRONIC ROCK MUSIC)
(DOORS SLAMMING)
Ken!
What the fuck is happening?
We're half empty.
We're out of pills mate.
All we've got left is a few is
a few stragglers doing coke.
It's shit in here.
Have you told Tony?
No, not yet.
Where is he?
He's in the back office with
Craig.
I don't know what the fuck
they're doing.
How does it feel
To treat me like you do
When you laid your hands upon
me
And told me who you are
- I thought I was mistaken
- Watch what you doing,
you prick.
(GRUNTING)
I thought I heard your words
Get that cunt out of here.
Tell me how do I feel
- Tell me now how do I feel
- this is a fucking joke.
Those who came before me
(DOOR BANGING)
- Who's there?
- It's Pat.
- Pat who?
- Don't fuck about
- open the door!
- Pat-a-cake?
Open this fucking door
before I smash it in you cunt!
I was only having a laugh.
Yeah, well you ain't
fucking funny are you?
- Who's this?
- Well, we caught this cunt
serving Charlie in the toilet.
- Please, I'm sorry.
- Shut your fucking mouth.
Do you wanna have a go?
No, run him through, mate.
Well, I'll have a go, Tone.
Have you seen it out there?
It's like a fucking bomb scare.
No pills, no punters.
I've been trying to get some
but there's nothing around,
mate.
Well, we're gonna have to
fucking sort it then, ain't we.
Well, we are trying to sort
it.
You know what fucking winds
me up about you pair of cunts?
Is all you wanna fucking
do is get on the sniff,
24/7, and fuck about with
idiots.
We're running low on fucking
pills.
And the place is falling apart
around us.
You've got to fucking sort it
out.
I mean it.
(CRAIG AND TONY LAUGHING)
What's fucking wrong with Pat?
He's always been a fucking
miserable cunt for weeks.
Here you are mate.
You finish up here.
I know exactly what
Patrick needs. (LAUGHING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(KNIFE ZIPPING)
Oh that's nice.
Do you know what that says?
It says you are a cunt.
(SCREAMING)
(LAUGHING)
(HIPHOP MUSIC)
- Do you want a drink Tony?
- Two vodka tonics
- please, Dean.
- I'm not drinking mate.
You can one fucking drink.
What's the fuck the matter with
you?
Tony, do me a favour,
there's fucking nothing wrong
with me.
Why are you acting like
such a miserable cunt then?
I'm not.
TONY: It's like looking
at my fucking misses mate.
Look, just fucking leave it,
yeah.
- Look, okay.
- For fuck's sake.
Well, just stand here and sulk
then.
Here's to long faces.
You cunt.
You slippery no good cunt.
You fucked thing spiked
my drink didn't ya?
Do you love them, my
best friend? (LAUGHING)
It's the only way I can
get you to fucking talk.
It's that cunt Harris.
It's fucking killing me, I
can't stop thinking about it.
(DOOR SLAMMING)
(KEYS JANGLING)
Five fucking years.
And he's walking around like
nothing fucking happened.
If I know that cunt he's fucking
laughing
about it right now.
He's probably forgotten
all about it mate.
Yeah well, that makes
it even fucking worse.
I want him fucking bad.
And I also want that cunt who
done me with a fucking hammer.
You just need to fucking
knock this on the head mate,
and actually have some fun.
You're the only cunt I know
in the world who takes an E
and still wants to kill people.
Come on babe.
I really can't believe
You control me
Move your body
Move your body to the rhythm
of love
Move your body
Move your body to the rhythm
of love
Move your body
Move your body to the rhythm
of love
Move your body
Move your body to the rhythm
of love
(PLANE ZOOMING)
(WHEELS SQUEAKING)
(GENTLE GUITAR MUSIC)
(METAL ZIPPING)
Pat the fucking hard man.
(METAL SLAMMING)
As far as the fucking Spanish
old bill is concerned,
they love it when gangsters
start killing one another.
(TRUNK SLAMMING)
(TINKERING)
(SPEAKING IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Oi!
Where the fuck's Harris?
Can I help you?
I've come here for Harris.
Who?
Frank fucking Harris.
I've never heard of him.
Never heard of him,
he fucking lives here.
He doesn't, I live here.
- For how long?
- Two years.
Two years.
Fuck.
I, I don't know what to say, I'm
so sorry.
I am so sorry for disturbing
your game.
Got the wrong house.
Okay.
Excuse me.
Could you call me a taxi?
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
Can I help you mate?
Yeah, looking for a
geezer called Harris.
- Frank Harris.
- Never heard of him.
(PAPER RUSTLING)
Well, how about now?
Well, I don't know anyone
called Harris.
Give's that fucking back then.
Jesus Christ, slow down son.
I've been here 20 years
and I know pretty much everyone
else.
Well that's good.
But it's got a little fucking
bird wrapped
round him called Charlotte.
Gorgeous little brunette,
you would never forget her.
Yeah, a bit of a sniff-head.
Yeah, fucking bang on it.
Now where can I find her?
She's shacked up with a geezer
with a great big boat down the
port.
Is that right?
Yeah.
Oi, I've told you what you
wanted.
Do you know how many
fucking boats there are
in that marina, do you?
You fucking melt.
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
Well fuck me.
What a fucking surprise.
Now where's fucking Harris?
(GROANING)
Now you fucking tell me where
Harris is
or I'm gonna pull your fucking
wank
through the back of your cunt.
Let him fucking go, Patrick.
PAT: What do you mean, Harris
is dead?
He died two years ago mate.
If you'd just fucking listen to
me
and stop your going on and on
and on
and shouting and screaming
at fucking people,
you'd have found out.
How?
She fucked him to death.
There are worse ways to go,
Pat.
She nicked Harris' books, his
ledgers,
the whole fucking lot.
I just took over the fucking
empire.
You know I'm looking around
here, Tel,
and I'll say it again, you've
had a fucking touch ain't ya?
I've had it off mate.
Yeah, 'cause he's partnered up
with me.
Well, now you need to
throw something my way.
- Why?
- Because you fucking owe me.
How do you work that out?
You're the one who
made the fucking intro.
You took me up into that
fucking cunt in gaff
in the fucking hills.
Five years in the fucking
shovel.
Five years I've done for
that fucking wrong'un.
So don't sit there making
fucking faces.
Down to the old pal's
act, you fucking owe me.
Listen mate, I'm fucking
strictly wholesale now mate.
30,000 pills, minimum fucking
order.
That's 40 grand Patrick.
That ain't a problem.
All right, I'll tell you what
I'll do.
You come up with half of it up
front
and I'll give you a squeeze
and give you the rest on tick.
How's that?
Done.
Where are you gonna get 20
grand, Pat?
None of your fucking
business, nose ointment.
(FISTS THUMPING)
(MEN PUFFING)
(PHONE RINGING)
- Who's this?
- It's Pat.
You finish what you started?
- No mate, didn't work out.
- Probably for the best, mate.
Tone, listen to me, don't
talk.
I need you to get out
here lively with 20 large.
Fuck off, Nigel's fight on
Saturday.
I'm walking him out.
Yeah, well, don't worry about
that
'cause I'll get you back in
plenty of time, trust me.
- I don't know Pat.
- Yeah?
Well lucky I fucking do
because Essex is running low on
pills
and I've just made a contact
who can put us right back
on top of the fucking game.
- How much?
- 20 buys us 30.
- Thousand?
- Fucking right.
I'll see you in a couple of
days.
(PHONE CLICKING)
(FISTS THUMPING)
Nice one, son, looking good.
Have a drink, we'll crack
on in a minute, all right.
What do you think Tone?
You're gonna fucking kill him,
Nige.
- Aye, aye.
- Pack a bag
and a passport Rolphe,
we're going to Spain.
What, what for?
Don't ask just fucking do it.
Keep the noise down,
you're interrupting his fucking
training.
Fuck me Tone, he's not much
to look at up close is he?
I thought you'd be bigger.
Your mate's got a big mouth.
No manners Tone.
Who you fucking talking to?
I eat cunts like you for
breakfast.
Well, how about you jump in
here
and we'll find out then.
(NECK CLICKING)
I ain't gonna hurt him
before his fight am I?
You ain't even gonna
touch him son? (LAUGHING)
(FISTS BASHING)
'Gin, 'gin.
Don't block him, oh knock him
out.
(LAUGHING)
(GRUNTING)
Hit him, that's it. (LAUGHING)
Come on Rolphe, hit him.
Give it to him.
Knock him out, Rolphe,
go on, knock him out.
(GRUNTING)
How's he gonna win a fight,
yeah,
if he don't throw any punches?
(FIST SMASHING)
(BODY SLAMMING)
(LAUGHING)
(SNORING)
Is he fucking snoring?
No mate, he's swallowing his
tongue.
Fair play.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(BELL TOLLING)
(CHARLOTTE SNIFFING)
Charlotte, it's 11 o'clock
in the fucking morning,
what are you doing?
- (GLASS SPLASHING)
- You're boring me.
Listen, we've got a six foot
four
psychotic yeti wrapped round us,
right,
so keep it together.
That's on you Terry,
he's your problem now.
Yeah, well not for long.
What, you think he's
just gonna disappear
when you ask him to?
Yeah, that's right.
'Cause me and you are gonna
do what we do best babes.
We're gonna rob the cunt.
(SPANISH MUSIC)
(CAR RUMBLING)
Fucking hell, look who's here
look.
What you doing drinking
in this fucking shithole?
What does it look
like, I'm having a beer?
Well fuck that, come on
jump in, we'll go to my gaff.
Yeah, why not.
(GLASS TINKERING)
Right, get in the back.
- No.
- Get in the fucking back.
- No way.
- Listen to me,
don't fucking bad mouth in
front of this geezer now, right?
Now get in the fucking back, you
cunt.
No no, please, ladies in
front.
No, you're twice the size of
me.
- Go on.
- And you are lovely.
(CAR RUMBLING)
Yeah, there she is.
Beautiful.
(KEYS CLINKING)
How about a little help.
What's the matter with you?
Door won't open.
Well, it's got child locks on
it.
Open the fucking door, Terry.
- Jump over the front.
- Open the fucking door!
- Woo, woo, woo, fuck me.
- No, shut up.
PAT: I'll open the door.
Thank-you Pat.
At least there's still one
gentleman left in this world.
Fucking hell, who's is this?
- This is my gaff.
- What about the boat
and the gaff we were in this
morning?
I've gotta be funny, you
must be fucking caked.
Listen, the secret is,
right, they're all rentals.
Don't let no cunt know where you
are.
There's always someone gonna
wanna take what you've got.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Here's to my business.
Cheers, Tel.
So come on, tell me, when's the
drop?
As soon as you show me the
readies.
No, don't fucking worry about
that.
It'll be here in a couple of
days.
- All right.
- What's he fucking
- doing here?
- Oh, you remember him do you?
Oh I fucking remember you.
You do know that cunt
got me fucking nicked?
Welcome to Gibraltar, cunt.
(KEYS CLATTERING)
You were lucky.
I wanted to cut your throat,
let you bleed to death
in the boot.
- Yeah?
- Listen woo, woo, woo,
he works for me now,
Pat, not fucking Harris.
He's just a footsoldier
doing his fucking job.
You know the drill.
He's a fucking wrong'un Tel.
Yeah, and he's fucking sorry,
ain't ya?
Yeah, I'm broken fucking
hearted.
What do you want anyway, Dave?
I've been to see the fat lad.
You need to call him, pronto.
All right, I will do.
Listen, me and Pat got a bit of
business.
Take the night off and I'll
call you in the morning.
- All right, see you around.
- Yeah.
- Don't worry about him.
- What is it with you hey?
Why have you got that
fucking Scouse milk wrapped
round you for?
Listen, I ain't got him
wrapped round me right.
I've got every cunt in my badge
wants
everything I've got.
Fucking hell.
Do me a favour, pour me a
large one.
I'll give this fat cunt a call.
(PHONE TINKERING)
Stevie, it's Fisher, what
are you fucking playing at?
Now you listen to me mate.
We've been doing fucking
business for two years.
I don't fucking care what he
says
or what you're gonna fucking do,
I run the fucking show
around here, not you!
(PHONE CLATTERING)
Fucking cunt. (PUFFING)
How are we gonna get this
fucking money?
PAT: Be in your hands
in a couple of days.
How do you fancy doing
a bit of graft for me?
(SIGHING) Depends what
fucking type of graft dunnit.
- Persuasion.
- Persuasion?
I'll drink to that,
that's what I'm good at.
- Cheers Tel.
- Cheers.
PAT: Oh, that is
fucking beautiful isn't it?
That's a nice drop of scotch
that.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(LAUGHING)
Do you remember that?
Yeah, you do remember that.
(SNIFFING)
(LAUGHING)
Is it hot in here or is it me?
- What?
- Is it hot in here
or is it me?
PAT: It is like a fucking
small sauna.
- I think I've over done it.
- It is fucking hot.
You lie down.
You lie down you greedy cunt.
(SNIFFING)
(GRUNTING)
I'll have that, fucking finders
keepers.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Fucking key, key key key.
Where's the fucking key,
where's the key, key.
Where's the fucking key, you
cunt.
The key.
(CLICKING)
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
(WATER RUNNING)
(CHARLOTTE SNIFFING)
What the fuck are you
doing up here, Patrick?
Are you coming in or what?
(BIRDS TWITTERING)
(COCKEREL CROWING)
(DOG BARKING)
Oh, okay. (PUFFING)
(HEELS CLANKING)
- Where are you going?
- Swimming.
- Where's Pat?
- How should I know.
He's your new pet.
PAT: Oh mate, what a fucking
night.
I've got an absolute splitter,
can't remember a fucking thing.
Did we drink the whole
bottle of fucking whiskey?
Yeah, yeah we did.
Listen, I want you and Dave
to run errands for me today.
I ain't going anywhere with
that cunt.
Oh fucking hell.
Listen, mate, make your fucking
mind up.
You're either in or out.
All right, Tel,
whatever you fucking say.
Now what am I doing?
Dave will fill you in on the
way.
I want some tablets, I'm in
fucking bits.
(PLANES RUMBLING)
(TANNOY PINGING)
(BOARD CLATTERING)
(TOILET FLUSHING)
(MAN GROANING)
Come on Craig, come
and have a bang on this.
Ah, I can't have anymore Tone.
I feel like I'm gonna have a
heart attack.
Well I ain't fucking flushing
it,
and I ain't carrying it, so get
over here
and stick your fucking nose in.
(TONY SNIFFING)
(TONY GASPING)
(TONY LAUGHING)
Shh, shh, keep, keep it
down Tone, keep it down.
Ah, Rolphe. (GRUNTING)
What the fucking hell,
what is the fucking matter with
you?
- Look!
- Come on Rolphe,
do it, do it, do it,
come on Rolphe, do it.
All right, fucking all right.
Look at that Tone, it looks
like the hind leg of a poodle.
(LAUGHING) Fucking do
it, now, fucking do it.
- Argh!
- Fucking do it, ah.
That's it, sniff it all up boy.
(LAUGHING)
Thank-you.
Thank-you madam.
Thank-you.
Thank-you madam.
Passport sir.
And your boarding pass sir.
(TONY LAUGHING)
Stop there.
What are you looking at?
What?
You got a problem?
- No.
- Do you wanna
- fucking make on cunt.
- Woo, woo!
(GUN CLICKING)
(GUN BLASTING)
(TONY LAUGHING)
(TANNOY PINGING)
Wait Tone, that gear's fucking
popping,
I'm fucking hallucinating.
While you were talking,
I just heard him say
we're going to fucking
Amsterdam.
Nah nah, you did.
- What?
- Well, we're going
to Amsterdam.
What are you on about, we're
going to fucking Amsterdam?
You silly fucking cunt.
Look, the flights were cheap
and there was a connecting
flight.
We're going to be in Spain in
the morning.
Look, this way, we can have
a night out in Amsterdam.
(LAUGHING) You're not as
fucking silly
as you look are you?
You're still a cunt, though,
argh.
Argh!
(TRUCK RUMBLING)
One of Terry's clients.
Thinks he doesn't wanna
work with us no more.
So we're gonna help him change
his mind.
Pick a tool lad.
Woo, woo, woo, the day
I need a fucking shooter
to change someone's mind is
the day I fucking retire.
So watch and learn.
Fair enough.
(LIVELY SPANISH GUITAR MUSIC)
(FIST THUMPING)
(MAN GRUNTING)
Now you fucking listen to me
Stevie.
- Pat.
- And you listen fucking good.
Terry Fisher's a fucking pal of
mine
and you do not fuck about with
him get it?
- Pat.
- What do you fucking want?
That's not Fat Stevie.
Are you fucking mad?
- Look at the size of him.
- Stevie's fatter.
So where's your boss?
I don't know, check the
office.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
All right Dave, you wanker.
DAVE: What are you
even doing here, Ricky?
Delivering a fucking message.
And you didn't want to
bring the fucking guns.
Oh come on, all of these
fucking sillies just...
- (HEAD THUMPING)
- Ugh.
(GRUNTING)
(FISTS THUMPING)
- (BAT THUMPING)
- Argh!
(BAT SMASHING)
(TEETH CLATTERING)
Argh!
(BONES SMASHING)
Fuckers!
(GRUNTING)
(THUMPING)
Argh you fucker, fuck you!
(GRUNTING)
- (BAT WHIPPING)
- Argh!
You fuck.
(FISTS THUMPING)
(GRUNTING)
(YELLING)
(BOTTLE SMASHING)
(MAN GRUNTING)
(SPEAKING IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
MAN: Let's go.
Let's go!
Where are you going?
Where are you going?
(DAVE MOANING)
You mugs.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Can you walk?
That's a fucking stupid
question to ask.
Of course I can't fucking walk.
Look at my leg.
- Help me up mate.
- Give me your hand.
(DAVE GROANING)
Come up.
Now you listen to me.
You my friend, you're gonna
be all right. (LAUGHING)
We'll get you walking in no
time.
Thanks mate.
Argh!
(FLESH SQUELCHING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
You should've fucking dumped
me
when you had the chance you
woman cunt.
(DAVE GASPING)
(BLOOD SPLASHING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(PAT GRUNTING)
(WATER TRICKLING)
(GLASS TINKLING)
(SHOVEL SCRAPING)
- What do you mean he's dead?
- They fucking killed him,
cut his throat.
Who?
I don't know, there
was five or six of them.
All I can remember is Dave
screaming
out some fucking geezer's name,
Ricky.
Oh fucking hell, no.
Now, Tel, you've gotta tell me
what's fucking going on here,
'cause I nearly got killed.
It's this fucking geezer
called Greener.
He been trying to take out my
business for the last year.
Yeah, and it looks like he's
gonna
fucking do it, done it?
What are you being like that
for?
Because it's the fucking truth
innit?
I mean with Dave out the way
you're fucking fair game.
You've gotta remember something
Tel,
you're a fucking middle
man, you ain't a villain.
And I'm telling you now,
they will take your business,
and you'll end up dead in a
fucking hole.
Don't you think I
fucking don't know that.
You gotta help me mate.
Don't make your problems my
problems.
Listen, I'll pay you.
You'd fucking have to.
How much?
I tell you what, you wipe
the tick off the gear I owe,
and I'll make sure every cunt
in Marbella knows not to fuck
with you.
Oh woo woo woo woo woo,
don't start making them fucking
faces.
I know exactly what you're
thinking.
Don't even fucking
dream about haggling me.
You make sure you
deliver me that 20 grand,
and I'll wipe out the rest of
it, deal?
Yeah, done.
So what do you wanna do,
how do you wanna play this?
We're flopping that cunt's
restaurant,
and we show face.
Are you ready?
You look good, babes.
I know.
(CHARLOTTE SNIFFING)
Now I'm ready.
Are you fucking for real?
Have you got any idea
what's going on here?
They could take everything
we've ever worked for.
Hmm, let's go show these
cunts what we're made of then.
(LIGHT GUITAR MUSIC)
Relax.
Heads up, that's them over
there.
Do me a favour.
Get rid of that cunt.
No worries.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
You're not welcome here, Fisher.
That's fucking very brave.
My money not good enough for
you?
Why don't you go and fuck off
home.
You should watch your
fucking mouth sunshine.
Now why would I wanna do that?
You see, I heard your pal, Dave,
had himself a little accident
today.
How long do you think
you're gonna survive here
without your gorilla?
Well, don't you worry about
that.
'Cause I've just replaced him
with a yeti.
Yeti?
Argh!
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Stop screaming or I'll
take the fucking fork
out your hand and I'll put it in
your eye.
Now shut up because people
are trying to fucking eat.
Now do us all a favour, and fuck
off.
Argh!
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(HEAD SMASHING)
Ah ugh, argh.
(FOOT SLAMMING)
Argh!
Excuse me, waitress.
You couldn't change that
fork for me, could you,
it's fucking filthy.
Thank-you, gracias.
Who am I looking at?
That's Mark Greener.
A south London firm, heavy duty.
They look like a pair of cunts
to me.
Yeah but they killed Dave.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Do you think we made our
point?
- Yeah.
- Let's fuck off.
Come on then.
(CHAIRS SCRAPING)
What are you pair of cunts
still fucking looking at hey?
Do you want what he got,
'cause you can fucking
have it if you want it.
- Try me.
- Hey, hey hey hey!
I don't see the point, mate.
Now when we could be working
together.
You been in Marbella what?
Two days, Pat.
So don't give me any
bullshit about loyalty.
As far as I'm concerned
you're just a free agent
available to the highest bidder.
And what the fuck
would you want with me?
(CHAIRS SCRAPING)
I er, I wanna make a bid.
(PLANE ZOOMING)
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
Pat's gonna fucking kills us.
Hey Tone, just tell Pat
we couldn't get a connecting
flight.
Look, what else are we gonna do?
You can explain it to him,
you booked the fucking flights.
We both got on the plane,
Tone.
You fucking soppy cunt.
We're walking around fucking
Holland
with a bag full of cash we can't
spend.
We didn't pack no fucking
clothes,
we've got no fucking gear,
and the flight's not until
tomorrow fucking morning!
What we supposed to fucking do?
Fucking what?
Look, Tone, there's naked
girls up there
and they're looking at us.
Well, of course they fucking
are, they're prostitutes.
- Look, oh fucking hell.
- Look at that fat arse
on it, look at the fat arse on
it.
That short one, the one
that looks like a fella,
with the adam's apple.
Yeah, Rolphe, peal me
off some of that cash.
Here's some.
Let's go get some fucking
pussy!
Ah, fuck, look after my neck
you faggot.
This is the rhythm of the
night
Oh oh
This is the rhythm of the
night
Oh oh
I don't know what it is about
Amsterdam,
but all I wanna do is
fuck brasses any day.
(ELECTRONIC MUSIC)
(MOANING)
- Stop it!
- Woo hoo, woo hoo.
- Listen, listen...
- Bye, bye.
That was a fucking geezer.
Adam's apple, stubble,
definitely a fucking geezer.
No no, bollocks mate.
She just had those sort of
manly features, that's all.
- She wasn't a man.
- Big hands and big feet.
(LAUGHING)
This is the rhythm of the
night
- The night, the night.
- It's not funny Tone.
It's not funny at all.
The rhythm of the night
This is the rhythm of the
night
- The night
- Here here, Tone, Tone
do you think they're a couple of
brasses?
I don't know.
There's only one way to find
out, Rolphe,
fucking ask them.
Excuse me, excuse me, darling,
can you come here a sec please?
Are you a brass?
Fuck off you little creep.
I don't know what you're
laughing at.
You're like the fucking Honey
Monster.
All right, fair play, fair
play.
Trust us to get the only
two fucking Essex birds
in the whole of Amsterdam.
Yeah we are Essex and what?
Look, look, no offence babe,
we only wanna have a good night.
Come, come sit down and
have a drink with us.
- Come on, park yourself.
- Come on.
Babe, couple of drinks.
(CHEERING)
(LAUGHING)
This is the rhythm of the
night, my life oh yeah
The rhythm of the night
This is the rhythm of the
night
- Fucking hell.
- Hurry up love,
we ain't got all fucking night.
Rolphe, do one.
Rolphe, you selfish cunt!
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(PHONE BEEPING)
(PHONE RINGING)
- Who's that?
- Who do you think it
- fucking is?
- I was wondering
if you'd call.
- What do you want?
- Same thing as you Pat.
Easy life, pocket full of
readies.
- Well I'm listening.
- Why don't you drop by
the restaurant in an hour.
(PHONE BEEPING)
Listen, it ain't as easy as
that.
I've got a fucking man down.
I can't just keep fucking
sort, hold on a minute.
You all right Pat?
(GLASS CLINKING)
(LIGHT MUSIC)
Morning.
You're blocking my sun.
Are you fucking mad,
the sun's over there.
(LAUGHING) Worth a try.
(PAT MOANING)
They're rented, just like his
villas.
Fuck me, you are
starting early aren't you?
Or finishing late.
I haven't been to bed, babes.
You wanna join me for some
breakfast?
Well that is a silly
fucking question isn't.
(PAT SNIFFING)
So what's the deal with you and
Terry?
With me?
It's strictly business.
Well that's good, 'cause I
ain't gonna be around long.
Yeah, I could've guessed that.
Terry's going down, Charlotte,
and you don't have to
fucking go down with him.
I've seen the way he fucking
looks at you,
talks to you, touches you,
and I'm telling you now,
the first fucking chance he
gets, he's gonna put a bit blade
in your fucking back.
(CHARLOTTE LAUGHING)
What you laughing at?
Well, you men are all the
fucking same.
He's planning the exact same
thing on you.
He's gonna rob you blind, Pat.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Slippery little cunt.
Oh yeah.
So what's in his safe?
Money, drugs, fuck knows what
else.
But it's enough to make
it worth our while.
And where's the key?
Right this is what we're gonna
do.
You're gonna go to graft
and you're gonna get
that fucking key no matter what
you do,
and I'll take care of Terry.
What do you mean "Take care of
Terry"?
What do you fucking think?
(BELL TOLLING)
(DOOR BUZZING)
(DOOR CLICKING)
Come in Pat.
Close the door.
Take a seat.
So, how's Marbella treating you?
No, I ain't fucking
come here for small talk.
What do you want?
Okay, straight to business.
How long you gonna be in town?
None of your fucking
business knows wants.
'Cause I'm hoping you're gonna
jump
on the first flight back to
Essex.
And why would I do
what you fucking want?
'Cause you're gonna have no
choice.
Now, I'm gonna need you to
pay very very close attention
to what I'm about to show you.
(LAUGHING) I'm very excited
about this.
This is fucking gold.
(VHS PLAYS CLICKING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
It's incredible isn't it.
You know, the clarity that you
can get on people's faces now
it's just, its amazing.
Now this is my favourite part.
Watch this, wait for it, wait
for it.
(GASPING) Oh ho ho, my god,
you really are a vicious
bastard, aren't you, Pat.
Here, catch.
You see, I've got this
coza, he works for me.
And he managed to snag that
before
anyone's had a chance to see it.
How many copies have you got
of this?
Just the one.
So where's the original?
Locked up, in there.
(LAUGHING)
Well let me tell you
something, you flash cunt.
I ain't fucking going
nowhere until you get
that fucking tape out the safe.
- So get your fucking...
- No no, no Pat.
We both know that's
not how this plays out.
Now I'm guessing you didn't tell
anyone you were coming
here today, am I right?
Yeah, I thought so.
So, it would be very easy
just to make you disappear
and I bet no one would give
a fuck that you're gone.
So this is the last warning
you're gonna get from me mate.
Go home, pack your shit, and get
the fuck
out of Marbella tonight.
Now, let's just fucking
take a breath here.
I got a little bit more
business to take care of
in the next couple of days.
If you let me do that business,
then I'll fuck off for good.
I swear to you, I swear on
my baby daughter's life,
I'll be gone.
(TONGUE CLICKING)
Okay, two days Pat, two days.
But if you're not gone, then
that tape's gonna find it's way
into the hands of the old bill,
and you're gonna spend 25
years in a Spanish nick.
Now you can keep that.
It's a souvenir.
Well go on, fuck off.
Fuck off.
(DOOR CLICKING)
Hmm, hmm.
(PHONE RINGING)
Where are you, you cunt?
(PHONE CLICKING)
Who the fuck's this?
It's Pat, where the fuck are
you?
- Amsterdam.
- Amsterdam!
What the cunt are you
doing in fucking Amsterdam?
Keep your fucking hair on Pat,
we got a flight to Malaga.
- What time?
- Rolphe?
What time have we got the flight
booked?
CRAIG: Er, quarter past nine.
We've got to be there for eight.
Quarter past nine.
What are you talking about,
you cunt,
- it's fucking half 10!
- What, are you serious?
It's fucking half 10!
You pair of soppy cunts, you've
missed the fucking flight.
We'll book another one.
Look Tone, listen to me.
I need you out here, I
need you fucking out here,
because it's come on top.
TONY: Relax, we'll be there
soon.
Just fucking hurry up.
All right, all right, all
right.
Rolphe?
Rolphe, go book us a flight.
What did your last slave die
of?
Not booking me a
fucking flight, you cunt.
(MOTORBOAT CHUGGING)
(MOPED WHIZZING)
(GASPING) It's all fucked
Tone.
All the flights are double
booked.
We ain't gonna get a flight
until the day after tomorrow.
You fucking cunt.
We'll have to fucking rent a
car.
We should just fucking nick
one.
You know how to hot
wire a car now do you?
Well, it's worth giving it a
go.
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
Hey, well, I'm a friendly
stranger in the black Sedan
Ah won't you hop inside my car
I got pictures, got candy
- I'm a lovable man
- What the fuck!
And I can take you to the
nearest star
I'm your vehicle, baby
I'll take you anywhere you
want to go
I'm your vehicle, woman
By now I'm sure you know
That I love ya, love ya
- I need ya, need ya
- Tone, Tone,
looks like someone had a bit
more beer than us last night.
Fucking sweet.
(VAN RUMBLING)
- Where the fuck you been?
- I've been out.
- Where?
- What are you,
fucking old bill?
Just remember who you
fucking work for Pat.
(SIGHING) Don't matter, come, I
gotta go.
I'm gonna be fucking late.
Well, where are we going?
Golf, and get them and all.
PAT: You're taking the
fucking piss.
(CART RUMBLING)
(BRAKES SQUEAKING)
- Sidders.
- What are you doing here?
I've been calling you
all fucking day mate.
I've been busy ain't I.
I've got another
package coming tomorrow.
Are you ready?
No, I just can't swing that
now mate.
Hold on a minute, we had a
deal, mate.
You take everything I got.
Yeah, but that was then, this
is now.
Have you been talking to
the other side have you?
I'll talk to who the fuck I
like to.
Yeah, Pat?
Yeah, who the fuck's this?
Don't worry about him, he's my
caddy.
What do you reckon?
Well, if it was me I'd
use a wood or a long iron.
You know what, I tell you
what, I'll go with the wood.
Do you mind?
The thing is Sidney, you work
for me mate,
and no one else.
You know, the thing is Terry,
I work for who the fuck I like.
Word is you're fucking
finished out here anyway.
That so?
(CLUB WHACKING)
(SIDNEY GROANING)
You can't get that kind
of prop round the cap.
PAT: That's what I'm good at.
(SIDNEY COUGHING)
(CLUB WHACKING)
(SIDNEY GROANING)
(SIDNEY COUGHING)
Look at my fucking face.
Get your hands fucking back.
Now look at my face, you cunt.
- Now remember...
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Do not forget this face,
'cause if I hear you're
fucking dealing with Greener
again,
and you're fucking dead.
- You got me?
- Yeah, yes.
For god's sake. (COUGHING)
(CLUB THUMPING)
Argh! (COUGHING)
- Now play on.
- Thank-you.
(CLUB WHACKING)
- (BALL WHACKING)
- Argh!
- What the fuck was that?
- (LAUGHING) You just hit
- that geezer right in the back.
- Jesus, bastard, bollocks.
Well come on, let's fuck off.
Oh fuck he's heading to the golf
cart.
(MAN SHOUTING)
Shut up you mug,
fucking talk to yourself, you
soppy cunt.
Ah you fucking, fucking woman,
shut up.
Oh no, the cunt's coming over.
All right, stop stop stop stop.
Stop stop stop.
PAT: Oi, what you talking
about?
How can you hit a golf
ball when I'm on the green?
I didn't even fucking hit the
ball.
He did, the geezer sitting in
the buggy.
- Him?
- He did, yeah.
(FIST SMASHING)
(LIVELY MUSIC)
You lovely cunt
You're lovely
- Pass me the roadmap Rolphe?
- What?
TONY: The fucking
roadmap you silly cunt!
- Oh!
- Oh you fucking mug,
it's in fucking Dutch!
No wonder we're fucking lost!
Your lover
Your lover
(GLASSES CLINKING)
- Cheer Tel.
- Don't you think we
should have a little toast to
Dave?
I am not drinking to that
cunt.
Listen, if he'd been
good at his fucking job,
he would've been here
with us now, wouldn't he.
That is beautiful.
Maybe you can give a
speech at his funeral.
If you keep on at me,
it'll be your funeral next.
You better not be threatening
me.
How about you fuck off, how's
that?
I'm going for a piss.
I'm in.
No one threatens me, stupid shit
cunt.
You just need to find that
key.
The lover, ah ah
The lover, ah ah
Stay with you forever
Feelings, strangers to the
scene
Yeah we capture what we need
We've got to pave the way
Can a solve relay
Can a solve relay
The dark shone
That they shine like a light
for you
The perception that would
lead you to a latitude
Of self-loving and
know what I was to you
The lover oh oh
The lover hey yeah
Stay with you forever
Stay, stay
(HORN HONKING)
Watch out, watch out, watch
out!
(PUFFING) Sorry mate, I'm
fucking falling asleep here.
Just pull over mate, get your
nut down.
I haven't got fucking time.
Just pull over.
(PUFFING) All right.
(VAN RUMBLING)
(TYRES SQUEAKING)
Rolphe, go and have a look in
the back,
see if we can get some
fucking coffee or something.
- (CRAIG GROANING)
- Ah, shit, all right.
(CUPBOARD CLICKING)
There's some er crisps.
Fuck off, crisps.
I need something to keep
me awake you silly cunt.
Cereal.
Ah, wait a minute Tone,
wait a minute Tone.
Aye, aye, we've only rung the
fucking bell Tone. (LAUGHING)
Jesus Christ.
Christ Tone, Tone, Tone.
What are you doing in my van?
Look I didn't know it was your
mate.
I, I swear.
But you were stealing it, yes?
I, I found the keys in it.
And now you're stealing my
narcotics.
No, we're just borrowing them.
Listen mate, we ain't
stealing your fucking van.
We've got somewhere we need to
be.
And if you behave your fucking
self,
you can have it back when we're
done.
What if I don't behave myself?
We'll turn you upside down
and gut you like a fucking pig.
Okay, where is it we're going?
- Marbella.
- Ah, Marbella.
What is your name?
Tone.
- Tony?
- No, I'm Craig.
- Tony Craig?
- Listen you cunt,
my name's Tony, his name's
Craig.
Okay, we have a long journey.
Perhaps I should roll us a jazz
cigarette.
Well fuck that mate,
we want something lively.
We're fucking knackered.
I have some nice crack in
here.
(LAUGHING)
(LIGHT MUSIC)
Tone, what's he doing?
I think he's a bit iffy mate.
- Who's iffy?
- You, you cunt.
Give me a pipe with
that fucking thing here.
I'm iffy? (LAUGHING)
I'm iffy.
Well he's fucking iffy, but
you're double iffy Rolphe.
You're next, son. (LAUGHING)
(TONY GRUNTING)
- You're iffy.
- I'm not iffy.
I'm just a cake. (LAUGHING)
(WHEELS SQUEALING)
I'm just a cake.
(GUITAR MUSIC)
(PAT SNORING)
(CHARLOTTE SNIFFING)
Pat?
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(LIVELY MUSIC)
You know I love you, I need
you
I want to have your child
Great god in heaven
you know I love you
Who the fuck are you?
- Da da!
- Woop di doo!
We fucking made it Patrick.
(LAUGHING)
Where the fuck you two's been,
hey?
Fucking state of you,
what have you been taking?
Er, just a little something
to keep the drive all sweet.
And who the fuck's this
long'un.
This is Klaus.
I fucking love you Klaus.
He would love.
(LAUGHING)
I'm feeling much love for you
also.
If you ever come to Essex,
make sure you look us up.
That is an offer I would
consider most sincerely.
Oh, this is your bag.
Thank-you Klaus (LAUGHING)
Thank-you.
(DOOR SLAMMING)
Fucking diamond geezer, one of
your own.
Yeah, fucking looks it.
Right, let's get some breakfast.
Can I have an ice-cream?
Yum.
- (TONY GROWLING)
- Fuck off Tone!
For fuck's sake.
Fucking state of you two
cunts.
If you could see your fucking
faces now.
Pass me that bag up.
Let me count the readies
while you're eating.
It's all in the bag Patrick.
(TONY LAUGHING)
What's this?
It's money, what does
it fucking look like?
(CLATTERING)
(WHEELS SQUEALING)
(ROCK MUSIC)
(KLAUS LAUGHING)
I thought he was our fucking
mate.
We did sort of kidnap him.
(SIGHING) You think
you fucking know someone.
Made him drive 1500 miles.
Hope you are to a stranger.
And nick his drugs.
- Fucking German cunt.
- Tone.
So the money's gone.
What do you think?
I'll tell you what I fucking
think,
how did you pair of dopey
cunts let this fucking happen?
Look, I'm sorry Pat, I'm, I'm
ashamed.
Yeah, you should be fucking
ashamed.
What's that?
That's an onion.
That's right, it's a fucking
onion.
It ain't 20 large is it.
Luckily, and I'll say that
again, luckily for you two,
I got a little plan, where
we can write all this down
as a loss and still come out on
top.
(MEN CHATTERING)
That's them now.
He don't look like much.
Who are the two puffs with the
beards?
PAT: Seriously be
on your toes with them.
That cunt's already put a suit
on me.
Gotcha.
So what's the plan?
Upstairs to that gaff is an
office.
And in that room is a
fucking safe in the corner.
- What's in it?
- A shit load
of fucking readies.
- How do you fucking know?
- 'Cause I've fucking seen it.
And we're gonna nick
every last fucking penny.
(CRAIG AND TONY LAUGHING)
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(SHOVEL SCRAPING)
You're just standing
there the pair of you,
I've got a fucking neck brace
on, fucking hurt doing that.
Shut up fucking
moaning and put your back
into it you lazy cunt.
(GROANING) Fucking crack Tone.
It's murder on the way out.
(LAUGHING) Keep digging you
cunt.
You're so good at this Rolphe.
Tone, urgh, thanks for
fucking helping you cunt, ugh.
- I tell you what, Tone,
- What the fuck was that?
I've fucking go the fear mate.
The fucking fish come right on
me yeah.
I remember something.
We've got to be nicking money
from fucking other villas
so the old bill don't give two
fucks.
(GUN CLICKING)
So we will be back home
on sweet Essex soil
before anyone has a fucking
clue what day it is.
(GUN COCKING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(FEET THUMPING)
(CAR DOOR SLAMMING)
(COINS RATTLING)
(CAR RUMBLING)
(CASE CLICKING)
(WATER WHOOSHING)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(DOOR SLAMMING)
(CLOCK CLICKING)
(BIRD SQUAWKING)
- (GUN FIRING)
- Fucking gorgeous.
(GUN FIRING)
(LAUGHING) Fucking
(DROWNED OUT BY GUN FIRING)
(SHOTGUN BLASTING)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
(CRAIG AND TONY LAUGHING)
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
(LIQUID SPLASHING)
(GLASSES TINKLING)
Drink?
What do you want?
Peace offering.
Come on then.
Ah.
(GLASS CLATTERING)
Sorry for biting your
head off the other night.
It's all right.
Both know I can be a cunt.
Yes we do.
Listen Tel, there's
something you need to see.
(TELEVISION CLICKING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
You know this?
What have you done to me.
You cunt.
You're fucking dead.
- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.
How does that happen Tel?
I'm listening.
You're an embarrassment mate.
There's your knight in shining
armour.
He set the whole thing
up from the beginning,
and he's done you up like a
kipper.
You lied to me, you disrespected
me,
and you threatened me.
(CHARLOTTE SPITTING)
I'll send you a postcard, cunt.
(CLOCK CLICKING)
(KEY TINKERING)
(SAFE CLICKING)
(BRIEFCASE CLICKING)
(TRUCK RUMBLING)
(BRAKES SQUEAKING)
- Here you are Tone.
- Cheers for that.
Pat take that.
(GUNS CLICKING)
- Right, are we ready?
- Yeah.
- Get your mask down.
- Oh, wait a second.
It's stuck in the back.
- No just get it down.
- No, no one second.
Ah Pat, ah Pat, ow!
Fucks Agh!
(DOOR RATTLING)
- For fuck's sake!
- What you fucking doing,
you silly cunt.
Get out of here, now move.
(SPANISH GUITAR MUSIC)
(CUTLERY CLATTERING)
(WOMAN GASPING)
(SPEAKING IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
- Shh shh shh shh.
- God.
- Shh shh shh.
- Oh yeah.
TONY: Shut your fucking
mouth.
- Shut your fucking mouth.
- Shh shh shh,
quiet down.
(CRAIG GROANING)
Where's Rolphe?
(GATE CLATTERING)
What the fuck are you
doing, you greedy cunt?
I'm fucking starving.
I haven't eaten in two days.
Fucking move.
(HAND SLAPPING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
And then old Ron said...
(LAUGHING)
Oh, argh!
(GUN SLAMMING)
(FURNITURE SLAMMING)
Combination.
Forget the hat, Pat, I know
it's you.
I thought you were leaving.
I am you cunt, as soon as I'm
done here.
Now what's the combination?
What do you want?
Terry Fisher sends his
regards, and a fucking warning.
Stay out of his business
you cunt or you're dead.
Now what's the combination?
Fuck you Pat.
(GUN SLAMMING)
Now give him the fucking
combination,
or I'll blow your fucking dick
off.
It's 241-5936.
Good boy.
Get the motor.
Be on your toes.
(SAFE BEEPING)
(SAFE CLICKING)
How are we looking?
It's like fucking Christmas.
Grab hold of that.
Uh, fucking hell.
Fucking hell.
- (BAG CLATTERING)
- For fuck's sake.
Come on, fucking go!
Tone, move!
TONY: I'm not fucking
leaving the money!
Come on!
Pat!
(GUNS FIRING)
(EXCITING MUSIC)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
Argh!
Fuck! (DROWNED OUT BY GUNS
FIRING)
Fuck!
Old Johnny Green
He has been here
(GUN FIRING)
(METAL PINGING)
When I fork on down the street
Smiling at the faces that I
make
Dad falls back this morning
Now I'm dizzy as big as stone
And when the world stops
turning
Then I'm going back home
(GRAVEL CRUNCHING)
(BRAKES SQUEAKING)
- You all right?
- Hey Pat.
Which is what?
Pills, cash.
(DOOR CLICKING)
- All right treacle.
- Hello.
So what happens with Terry now?
I'll tell you what happens to
Terry.
Terry falls off the end
of the fucking world,
down to my new pal, Greener.
Now, you, get in the car, and
this time sit up the front.
(DOOR SLAMMING)
(DOOR CLICKING)
What's wrong?
It won't open.
Are you sure, pull it.
(LAUGHING)
Calm down.
You would've done exactly
the same thing to me
as soon as you found out
Terry was fucking dead.
No, you know that's not true.
That's right, love, your
the first bird in history
to tell the fucking truth.
(CRAIG AND TONY LAUGHING)
Why?
I'll tell you why, Char,
do you wanna know why?
Because you're weak and I'm
strong.
You can fuck right off.
- Let's get going.
- See you later.
(MEN LAUGHING)
Hold.
Come on darling, we're only
joking.
(LIVELY ROCK MUSIC)
Boy your shit don't show.
Fucking cunts!
Dad was away this morning
Now I'm busy at stick and
stone
And when the world stops
turning
Then I'm going back home
(TERRY GROANING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Oh no no, no, no, you fucking
cunt.
(DOOR SLAMMING)
(PHONE BEEPING)
Wait.
(GUN FIRING)
(BELL TOLLING)
CROWD: Nigel, Nigel,
Nigel, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel,
- Nigel, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel
- It's showtime.
ANNOUNCER: What a magnificent
reception for the champion.
Like Tyson of haggler, Ben
says he's never dumped anybody.
Pat, here Pat, come here,
come here, have a look.
Have a look, there's Tony.
I've never seen him
look so fucking happy.
- Go on Tone!
- Go on Tone!
ANNOUNCER: At 31 he knows
there aren't many nights
like this ahead of him if he
loses.
He's met the best and come
through.
He's promised to drop everybody
tonight.
A terrific reception for Nigel
Benn.
(CROWD CHEERING)
Come on Nige.
ANNOUNCER: Once again,
here the ref in charge
Darrow, now to give
instructions.
(BELL RINGING)
And off they go, unbelievable
atmosphere here in Docklands.
- Come on Nigel.
- Remember the G-Man
McClellan has promised to
finish this in the first round.
A lot of money on the
fight going short as well.
Benn for champion.
(FISTS THUMPING)
And they're going at it,
toe to toe from the start.
No scouting measures here at
all.
A lot of leather being thrown
very early on in this fight.
Benn coming along the ropes
here.
He's trapped on the ropes and
McClellan and he's a late,
he's gone through the ropes!
(CROWD MOANING)
There a play for the wait here
in the very first seconds.
Right through the ropes,
crazy at the ringside.
Can Nigel Benn get back in time?
He's been pushed back in by
a couple of commentators.
- He's in, he's okay.
- Come on, Nigel.
ANNOUNCER: He's going
to be allowed to continue
but for how long?
Can he survive this opening
round?
Keep your arms up Nigel!
(CROWD SHOUTING)
ANNOUNCER: McClellan,
ready to finish this,
right here and now.
Go on Nigel!
(FISTS THUMPING)
(BELL RINGING)
(CLUBBING MUSIC)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(FISTS THUMPING)
(BOXERS GRUNTING)
(SIRENS WAILING)
Hello?
I can't hear ya, hold
on a minute, hold on.
Pat, it's Ken.
Listen, mate, we've got
a big fucking problem.
Yeah well spit it out, I've
got a fucking fight to watch.
KEN: Some kid's been
taken to the hospital.
So what?
He took one of them pills,
one of them new ones from Spain.
- And what happened?
- I don't know mate.
He's been rushed to hospital.
It's not looking good.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
I've bill all over the gaff,
asking questions, asking for you
by name.
Now you listen to me
carefully,
you flush everything you've got.
You go through everyone else's
pockets
and you do the fucking same.
If anyone breathes a fucking
word
to the old bill they're dead.
Yeah, no worries, Pat.
(CROWD CHEERING)
(FISTS THUMPING)
ANNOUNCER: That's it, will
power
and they're fighting hard.
The left arch is swerved Nigel
there.
He's got McClellan in trouble as
well.
We've got to go now.
- What, what?
- Now!
ANNOUNCER: He's surely
gonna have to go down here.
(CROWD CHEERING)
He has gone down,
McClellan, in the corner.
The referee urges him to get up.
He should be counting him.
McClellan in a dark place now.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(LIGHTS BUZZING)
Fucking hell Pat, I
can't believe we've got
to get rid of all those pills.
Listen, if we're
connected to those pills
and that kid dies, we're
going down for fucking murder.
(BAG SLAPPING)
Is that what you want?
- Is that what you want?
- No, well of course not.
It's just, just look
how many there is mate.
It's sacrilegious look, think
of all the fucking waste.
Them pills are fucking poison.
Sooner we get rid of them the
better.
(CROWD ROARING)
- Yes, yes yes!
- Things are going his way.
Good punches coming in from
Nigel Benn.
The G-Man is in big big trouble.
Big upper cut, he's wobbled,
he's down.
(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)
Last one, lovely boy.
ANNOUNCER: Eight, he's
reached nine.
It is all over.
(CROWD ROARING)
Benn is the winner.
Benn is still the champion.
(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)
(PHONE RINGING)
- What?
- Good news mate.
False alarm.
What you fucking talking
about?
KEN: That kid that
got taken to hospital.
Turns out he's an epileptic or
something.
Forgot to take his insulin.
Them pills are sweet mate.
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
CRAIG: Caw Pat, coming right
on me.
They're the best fucking pills
I've ever taken in my life.
(CRAIG GROANING)
No no no no no.
Fucking hell!
(FOGHORN BLOWING)
Naughty naughty very naughty
(ELECTRONIC MUSIC)
There's a guy in a place
Who's got a bittersweet face
And he goes by the
name of Ebeneezer Goode
His friends call him Eezer
and he is the main geezer
And he'll vibe about the
place like no other man could
He's refined, he's sublime,
he makes you feel fine
Though very much maligned
and misunderstood
But if you know Eezer
he's a real crowd pleaser
He's ever so good,
he's Ebeneezer Goode
You can see that he's mischievious,
mysterious and devious
When he circulates amongst
the people in the place
But once you know he's fun
and something of a genius
He gives a grin that goes
around from face to face to face
Backwards and then forwards,
forwards and then backwards
Eezer is the geezer
who loves to muscle in
That's about the time the
crowd
All shout the name of Eezer
As he's fucking in the corner,
laughing by the bass bin
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Has anybody got any veras
Lovely
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha
A great philosopher once wrote
Naughty, naughty, very naughty
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ebeneezer Goode, leading
light of the scene
Know what I mean, see
He created the vibe
He takes you for a ride
and as if by design
The party ignites
like he's comin' alive
He takes you to the top,
shakes you all around
Then back down, you
know as he gets mellow
Then as smooth as the groove
that is making you move
He glides into your mind
with a sunny "Hello"
A gentleman of leisure,
he's there for your pleasure
But go easy on old Eezer
he's the love you could lose
Extraordinary fellow,
like Mr. Punchinello
He's the kind of geezer
who must never be abused
When you're in town
and Ebeneezer is around
You can sense a presence
in the sound of the crowd
He gets them all at it,
the party starts rocking
The people get excited
it's time to shout loud
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Got any salmon, sorted
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
Oh what a carry on
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
Wicked
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
(DOORS SLAMMING)
Wait.
(GUN FIRING)
(PUFFING) Listen mate,
they both fucked us,
Pat Tate and Charlotte.
And I've got something you
didn't know.
You've got three seconds, go.
I've 250,000 pills
landing in Ibiza next week.