Rise of the Footsoldier: Origins (2021) Movie Script
[sombre music]
[thunder rumbles]
[muffled conversation]
For fuck's sake.
[Tony] Out of my way. I want to see him.
Tony, I can't let you in. You're drunk.
I want to see him.
[Kenny] Tony, I can't
let you in. You're drunk.
I'm not fucking drunk.
[glass smashes]
You fucking cunt. This is my door.
Get him out here now.
This is his door, you jobsworth cunt.
Now get that fucking [indistinct]
looking cunt out here.
[Tony] You owe fucking money.
[Craig] Oi, come out.
Give me my fucking money.
[Tony grunts]
[sombre music]
I feel lost and confused
Been around, played the fool
Got to find my way
This time the pressure's on
Can't find the gold,
my friends are gone
Life ain't what it used to
Heaven knows what life may bring
[Reporter] The Falklands War
was a conventional conflict
with a known enemy.
[Reporter] 48 men were
killed when the Sir Galahad
was hit by Argentine jets.
[Man] We were all
covered in burnt flesh.
[Reporter] Many survivors
suffering from shock.
Many who had heard their
own friends screaming
in the locked dormitories,
unable to get out.
[Thatcher] Britain is not
prepared to be pushed around.
We have ceased to be a nation in retreat.
[Reporter] The Argentine
forces surrendered
to British forces.
[Reporter] UK troops
returned home triumphant,
having secured the island's sovereignty.
Heaven knows what life may bring
Could be blue skies through the rain
Won't you help me, help
me through this path?
Nobody knows which way to go
For fuck's sake, Frampy.
Why do we always draw the short straw?
Stop moaning, Pete.
- It ain't that bad.
- Ain't that bad?
We're hitching a lift on
a fucking supply plane.
Everyone else is sunning
it up on the cruise ship.
[Frampy] Well, you don't
see little Jacko complaining,
do you?
Oi, Jackie, you all right, son?
No, no.
[plane engine rumbling]
I fucking hate this bit.
[Pete and Frampy laughing]
Whose bright idea was this, anyway?
[Pilot] Prepare for
landing, chaps. Going down.
[tense music]
[Jacko sighs]
Oh, thank fuck.
So, what are you going to
do when you get home, Jacko?
I'm going to wipe my arse.
[Pete and Frampy laughing]
[van rumbling]
[door whirring]
Right, you fuckers.
You're going to get up, single file,
and keep it orderly.
Then you're going to get out and fuck off.
Don't forget to check your weapons
with Corporal Rollins.
Right, move. Come on, then. Chop chop.
This ain't a tea party.
Move. Let's go.
[Soldier] Tucker. Tucker.
Sir.
[Soldier] Ain't you got a home to go to?
Wait a minute.
The war's over, son.
If you need someone to talk to,
the Army's always here, all right?
Off you go.
[gentle music]
When the sun comes
But I'm moving on
Sorry, guvnor.
Cunt.
Ooh, aye-aye.
Hello darling, you all right?
Fuck off.
[men laughing]
That's nice, isn't it?
That's the fucking third time
he's been mugged off tonight, third time.
Third time I've been mugged off?
You're the one that's
losing your touch, Tone.
I saw you blown at by the fat bird.
[Frampy] Fuck all that,
come on, let's get a kebab.
[Pete] Hey mate, you all right?
Just doner meat and
chips, yeah? Chilli sauce.
[Shop Assistant] All right.
Hey, fund us a doner kebab will you?
Yeah, no worries, mate. Sweet.
[distant shouting]
Here, what's all that?
Empty your fucking pockets.
Do you know who the fuck I am?
Can you hear me? Empty your fucking bag.
[Man] Oi, get off me.
[tense music]
Come on, lads.
Don't get involved, Tone. I'm starving.
Let's get a kebab.
He's always got to be a
hero, hasn't he? Come on.
[Woman] Leave him alone.
[man grunting]
[woman screaming]
[Tony] Oi, fucking leave him alone.
[Man] What the fuck has
it got to do with you?
They're trying to nick our car.
Do yourself a favour and
fuck off back to your boy band.
Boy bands, yeah? I like Wham.
[dramatic synth music]
[Pete] Tone, Tone,
you're going to kill him.
You're going to kill him.
[Tony] Fucking cunt.
Come out the way, come out the way.
Pete, get back to the club and get help.
[Woman] What are you doing?
Just stand back.
What the fuck are you doing?
He's swallowed his fucking tongue.
Jacko, get her the fuck out of here.
He knows what he's doing, come on.
He knows what he's doing.
Sit up, son. Sit up, son.
Sit up, sit up, sit up.
[Jacko] Tone, come on. The old bill.
We'll be doing statements
all night. Let's go.
- Right.
- Come on.
Let's go, come on. He's all right.
[police sirens]
You all right?
[Man] You Tony Tucker?
Who wants to know?
Get in.
You looking for this, by chance?
Cheers.
Been fucking looking for that everywhere.
Ian Jarvis.
Nice to meet you.
I want to thank you for
helping my grandson out
last night.
His girlfriend tells me if it wasn't
for your quick thinking,
he might not have made it.
If there's anything I
could ever do for you, son,
you let me know.
I will.
I could do with a job.
[upbeat synth music]
Oh the night
Look at that motor.
His fucking bird's a bit tasty and all.
Fuck him as well, cunt.
Oi, Tucker, I'm going for
a smoke. You got this?
Yeah, sweet.
[sombre music]
[Woman] Thanks a million.
All right?
What's all that about?
Don't worry about it, mate.
Where the fuck do
you think you're going?
[Bouncer] It's sweet. He's with me.
[Tony] He's far from
fucking sweet, mate.
He's the mug who turned over
tan's grandson last week.
You're mistaken.
I don't make mistakes.
He's coming in.
[man grunts]
He ain't fucking coming in now, is he?
Give me my fucking wages. I'm off.
What's the problem, Tony?
[Tony] I'll tell you what
the fucking problem is, Ian.
Where I'm from, it's about loyalty
and watching people's backs.
That little fucking mob down there,
that ain't loyal and it
definitely ain't got your back.
Your head doorman is all pally
with that mug who kicked
seven bells of shit
out of your grandson the other night.
That's quite a serious statement, Tony.
Are you sure?
I'm never wrong.
[Secretary] Mr. Jarvis?
Send Adam up here, will you? Now.
[Secretary] Of course.
I hope you're right about this.
You wanted to see me?
[Ian] Tony here tells
me that you know the man
that attacked my grandson.
Well, Tony's got a
lot to say for himself.
You fucking grass.
[Adam groans]
Leave out, you'll fucking break my arm.
[Tony] Fucking tell him, you cunt,
or I'll snap it off.
[Adam] All right, all right.
I'm sorry, Ian, it wasn't
meant to go down like that.
I told him not to hurt him.
I just needed the money.
You little cunt.
Fuck off. Get your shit and
get the fuck out of my club.
What do you think I should do?
[Tony] It's pretty simple, Ian.
Give me control of the door.
[upbeat synth music]
[man grunting]
Fuck off, cunt.
I was hunting you down
And I was the bait
When I saw you there
I didn't need to hesitate
This is the night
This is the time
[Tony] Come on, you can fucking do it.
Keep going, come on.
Don't come in.
I'm coming in.
Fuck off.
You fuck off and all, pair of cunts.
[man groaning]
Touch me, touch me now
Push it out, son. Come on, that's it.
Sorry, mate.
There's no way you're coming in here
dressed in that clobber.
Come on, two more, two more.
What? Can't hear me up there, Stretch?
Fair dos.
[Jacko snorts]
[all laughing]
Oi, Ian.
We should start letting
birds in free before 10.
Do you think it'd work?
Touch me, touch me
I want to feel your body
Your heartbeat next to mine
This is the night, this is the night
Because I want your body
[Jacko] Here, Tone, you
heard that acid house music?
No. Should I?
It's all the rage now.
Centre Force Radio are putting on parties
for 20 to 25,000 people in fields.
I reckon we want to
change our music policy
in here, you know?
You know someone, do you?
[crowd cheering]
[acid house music]
It's pretty fucking good.
I told you, didn't I?
What's your name, mate?
Brandon.
What?
Brandon Block.
Dance, dance to my heart
But I know that's not the part
That you want to see
So when the morning comes
There'll be nothing left to see
Baby, let me love you for the night
I got to have your love
I really need it now
Baby let me love you for the night
I know you want my love
I'd love to treat you right
[crowd cheering]
Come on, lads.
[crowd cheering]
Fucking come on. You
cunts just see that?
You fucking want some?
You fucking see that?
Arse sniffer, arse
sniffer, arse sniffer.
Fucking little bugger cunt.
Fuck off.
Here they are, look. Come again.
Where's your fucking mouth now?
Where's your mouth now? I'm here.
Fuck you.
Me and you, come on.
Fuck this.
Come on, let's fucking have it.
[men screaming]
[Man] Fucking hell, geezer.
You going to sort that beer out or what?
[Bartender] I told you to
wait your turn, you cunt.
You're a cunt.
[woman singing in French]
Let's go fucking mental,
let's go fucking mental.
Harry, come here.
What the fuck are you
doing, letting that mob in?
What?
What? They've been barred three times.
I've just seen one of them
selling fucking drugs.
I don't see the problem, Dave.
At least they're buying beer.
I thought you'd be happy.
You thought I'd be happy, you dozy fuck?
They're helping themselves.
Whoa, whoa, girls, girls, girls.
Where you going?
Anywhere but here, mate.
This club is fucking shit.
Happy? You're having
a fucking laugh. Dozy...
Girls, girls. Here you are.
[paper rustles]
Fuck off.
Charlie?
[Charlie] Speak.
It's David Simms. Got a slight problem.
I know just the man.
[raucous shouting]
[sniffing]
[glasses smash]
Oh, fuck off, you cunt.
80, you come highly
recommended, Bernard.
A man who knows how to fix problems.
[man yelping]
[heavy thudding]
[man screaming]
I've been known to. So
what's your problem, Mr Simms?
That's my problem.
[men cheering]
[loud sniffing]
Get it down you, you bald mug.
Give me a minute.
[Man] Fucking kill us.
[Men] Get them out, get
them out, get them out.
Can we calm it down a bit, lads, please?
What?
[Bernard] I said, can you
calm it down a little bit?
Oh, who the fuck are you, then?
Oh, I'm sorry.
My name's Bernard, and I'll
be running things around here
for a while.
Oh, really?
You hear that, Tell?
Apparently, this is Bernard,
and he's running things now.
You couldn't run me a fucking bath.
[men snigger]
See this mob here, right?
We run this fucking club. Not you.
So do yourself a favour and fuck off
back over there, all right?
Look, come on, mate, we
don't want any trouble.
[glass smashes]
[Bernard] Tell your mates to fuck off
before I break your neck.
All right.
[Bernard] Fuck off, lively.
Fucking mug, get out. Go on.
You fucked up, mate. I'm telling you.
Get your fucking hands off me.
Do you know who I'm with?
Fucking ask about me.
I'm fucking Basildon Joe.
You're fucking marked, you cunt.
You watch. Get off me.
Fucking cunt, I'm going.
Very impressive.
Don't get too excited. They'll be back.
So what's next?
[Bernard] Sort out your doorman.
Fair enough. What about the punters?
Who's your biggest competitor?
That'll be Hollywood's in Romford.
Well, I'll have to check it out.
Thank you very much, Bernard.
[muffled conversation]
You was here last week.
Yeah, you was here last
week. I know it's you.
Go on, fuck off. Go, go on.
Keep going. Another time.
[tense music]
Oi, Jack. Pipe the size of that cunt.
Who's in charge, mate?
I am.
And you are?
Tony Tucker.
What's the problem?
There ain't no problem,
mate. Just a proposition.
I've recently taken over
the door at Raquel's.
I wonder if we could have a chat.
All right. But not here.
Okay. What about the club
tomorrow? About six o'clock.
Okay, have a good night, lads.
What do you reckon
that's all about, Tone?
Not sure yet.
[Pete scoffs]
Fuck me, it stinks in here.
This is a shithole, Tone.
What the fuck are we doing here?
[Pete] What's wrong with Hollywood's?
[Tony] Oi lads, have a look round.
Tony Tucker. David Simms.
Very pleased to meet
you, Tony. Take your seat.
[Bernard] I'll leave
you gentlemen to talk.
Bernard tells me have a proposition.
I've got situation, Tony.
I bought Raquel's six months ago.
And unfortunately I've
inherited all the shit
that goes with it.
Local scum, and a bunch of fucking morons
who think it's funny to smash
it up on a regular basis.
I've got Bernard down here
to help me clean it up.
So what do you need me for?
Listen, his firm wouldn't work here.
They're from Birmingham.
Anyway, he's not going to
be hanging around too long.
Look, Tony I need two things.
One; a door I can trust. And
two; a club full of punters.
Now, Bernard tells me
that you've got both.
I want what you've got.
Right. This is how it works.
You give me 20% of the takings.
That's the door, the
cloak room and the bar.
20% of my takings?
It's a little bit steep, Tony.
[Tony] If I pack the place out,
20% ain't going to sound too bad, is it?
Because right now 20%
of nothing is nothing.
And I'm going to pay for all
the security out of my end.
But I don't want any
interference from management.
So I say who comes in. I say who goes out.
My word is final.
Okay. It's a deal.
Sort out the details with Bernard.
Now, if you'll excuse me?
Very nice meeting you, Tony.
I thought you weren't sticking around.
You changed my mind.
So what do you want?
10%.
Five.
Done.
[Bernard laughs]
["Black Box - Ride On Time"]
[Jacko] It's going well,
Tone. Filling up nicely.
You're getting it, Jacko.
You ride on time
Here he is. Let me do
the talking, all right?
Hello, Bernard, my old
mate. You remember me?
Basildon Joe.
Yeah, I remember you. Not tonight.
Oh come on, don't be like that.
We just want to come in
and have a little look.
Heard this place is the bollocks now.
Don't tell me you've still got
a needle. That was weeks ago.
Look, mate, you don't want to
carry this on. Not with me.
So, be a good boy, let us in,
and we'll behave ourselves,
all right, Bernard?
[Tony] Is there a problem here?
Do you mind, mate? We're talking.
Talk to me, you fucking cunt.
Oh, hold on a minute.
What are you, his fucking hairdresser?
[men laughing]
So, tell you what.
I'm good at cutting hair, as it goes.
Connie, he's got a knife.
Shut up you, you big mouth slut. I'll-
- Shut your mouth.
[Joe] Fucking do him, then.
[Bernard] Come on, then.
You mugs, I'll blow
your fucking heads off.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, all right, all right.
Well, you want to play
that fucking game, do you?
You really want to go down that road?
Okay, then. Sweet. We
can go down that road.
Two can play that fucking game, mate.
Don't worry about that.
You're going to fucking regret this, mate.
I'm telling you.
Yeah, well you know where we are.
Fuck me, Bern, where the
fuck did you get that from?
Not bad for two broom
handles and a bit of duct tape,
is it, son?
[men laughing]
Here you are, George.
All right, ladies and
gentlemen, show's over.
Get your money out.
You all right, babe? You coming in?
Is it safe?
Of course it's safe.
[Tony] No, no, darling. It's on me.
Thank you.
- Thanks.
- Welcome.
[upbeat electronic music]
Take me I'm yours into your arms
Never let me go
Tonight I really need to know
Tell it to my heart
Tell me I'm the only one
Is this really love or just a game?
Tell it to my heart
I can feel my body rock
[water splashing]
Oi, watch what you're fucking doing.
What's the problem?
Meant to be a doorman.
[man laughing]
So where are you girls from, then?
Well, I grew up in Surrey,
and now I live in Basildon.
Don't mind if I have
a bit of this, do you?
Mate.
Mate.
You're in my seat.
Ain't got your fucking name on it.
Watch this. Why don't you
fuck off, you little rat?
Look at your hair. You look
like a fucking bird, mate.
Are you a fucking rent boy, are you?
[glass smashes]
Shut up.
You're out.
[Man] Whoa, whoa.
What's going on?
Been watching him all fucking night.
He's just done a geezer with a bottle.
[Man] No, no, no, let's
have it right, mate.
I spent 400 quid on champagne,
and this mug comes over
sniffing around my pals
and ruined my night.
Right, Bernard, get rid of that cunt.
What?
Listen, mate, use your fucking loaf.
That fella's over there
spending money on champagne.
He's got two fucking lovely-looking birds
wrapped around him, and
that prick's over there
laying on the floor,
eating the fucking carpet.
Now, get rid of the cunt.
Sorry about all that.
No, that's all right. Sit
down and join us for a drink.
No, I'm working, mate.
We're all going to mine after.
You can come and join us if you like,
it's just across the road.
Yeah? All right.
I'm Lucy, by the way.
Tony.
Oi, mate, get this lot a
bottle of champagne on me.
[mellow rock music]
[Craig] What's your name again, fella?
Tony.
[Craig giggles]
Nice to meet you.
I'm Craig.
Everything is moving much too fast
Everybody's going nowhere
The time is running out
[Craig] Girls.
Yes.
[woman sniffing]
[Lucy sighs]
After you, Tone.
Not for me, mate.
Hey.
Come on, Tony. I thought
we were having a party.
Fuck it.
[loud sniffing]
[birds chirping]
Mate, can you drop me home?
Fuck that, you cunt.
You got me in this state.
You can drive.
[keys jangle]
Oi Craig, you ain't got a
bit more of that gear for me,
have you?
No, no, we done it all, mate.
But there's plenty more
where that come from.
Yeah?
I fucking rob it.
[Tony] You rob it? Who off?
[Craig] I rob drug dealers.
As long as it's off the manor, though,
and I knock it out to
local divs around here.
There's something
fucking wrong with you.
You know what?
You should come and graft with me.
We'll make a blinding team, mate.
Sounds good.
Make sure you bring my car back, yeah?
And get me that Lucy's number.
[Craig] Sure you want me to drive?
[Craig laughs]
[liquid splashing]
[pot smashing]
[Craig groans]
What the fuck you doing?
What the fuck's this?
It's 40 quid. What's it look like?
You've been out all
fucking night, Craig,
and you've come back with a poxy 40 quid?
Where's the rest of the money?
Donna, it's not what you think.
You're supposed to be out earning money,
not pissing it up the fucking walls.
What are we going to do, Craig?
We've got a mortgage payment
due the end of the month.
I still owe my mum 100 pound
that you made me borrow off her.
And our daughter needs food,
you absolute selfish cunt.
[Craig] What the fuck
do you think I'm doing
out here every night?
I've been with my new business partner,
trying to make things happen for us.
[Donna] Fucking business partner?
Don't lie to me, Craig.
You've been wrapped around
a no-good tart, ain't you?
[Craig] Don't be silly.
[Donna] What's his name then?
Who?
This business partner you've been with.
[Craig] Tony. His name's Tony.
Okay. Let me smell your cock.
What?
Let me smell your cock.
If you ain't been hanging
out in the back of no slags,
then fucking prove it.
You know what, Donna? Fuck you.
I fucking go to work to
put a roof over our head,
and food on our table, and
I come home to this shit.
Come here. Look out the fucking window.
You see that car?
Whose fucking car do
you think that is, eh?
Do you think I can afford
to run a car at the minute?
That's my business partner's,
and he's give it to me,
you stupid fucking cow.
So why don't you just fucking
leave me alone and fuck off?
That's it, go on, run
away, like you always do.
[water splashing]
You always think the worst of me, Donna.
Why don't you try trusting me for once?
[sombre music]
Look, babe, I'll have the mortgage money
by the end of the week.
[Donna sighs]
You promise me?
Yeah, I promise.
Can I please go and get some sleep?
[upbeat synth music]
[Joe] Ken.
You all right, Joey?
I fucking look all right?
What the fuck happened to you?
Where is he?
He's at the back.
Pat.
Pat.
- Pat.
- What do you fucking want?
I need to talk to you.
About what?
We got a problem.
[Pat] Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What'd you mean, we?
I don't like that fucking word, we.
All right, then. Me. I've
got a problem. That better?
[Pat] Yeah, that's better.
Now you, fuck off.
What?
You heard me. Fuck off.
Sit down.
Look, I don't think I'm going
to be able to take the usual
off you this week.
What you talking about?
There's new door staff at Raquel's.
They fucking elbowed me out.
[Pat] Well, use your fucking loaf.
There's loads of clubs along the strip.
Fucking deal from there.
You don't understand,
Pat. Raquel's is my gaff.
Fucking it's heaving every
night of the week now.
It's a gold mine.
The other clubs ain't got a patch on it.
Now you listen to me, you cunt.
Because we had a fucking deal.
I supply the gear and
you fucking knock it out.
You know something? You
make me fucking laugh.
You begged me for this,
and when I told you how much
I had wrapped around me,
you said it weren't a problem.
You do realise I could be
doing bird any day now?
Down to that fucking Happy Eater thing.
I'm warning you, Joey.
Do not make your fucking
problems my problems.
Pat, I don't know
what you want me to say.
Because I ain't got the answers.
They won't let me in the club.
All the punters are in the clubs,
so I can't knock out the gear.
I need to get back in.
But there's these two fucking
spiteful cunts on the door.
Look what they done to my face.
Fucking embarrassed me
in front of everyone.
[woman giggling]
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the pain of many a man
Lord knows that I am one
[Joe] They've got to have a comeback.
Oi.
What the fuck are you doing, eh?
Two minutes ago, you were telling me
how you were going to suck my cock,
and now you're fucking
laying over these two cunts?
[men laughing]
What's the matter with
your fucking soppy face?
You think it's fucking funny, do you?
All right, mate. Calm down.
Don't fucking mate me, you
cunt. You don't even know me.
What's your problem, you big cunt?
- My problem?
- Yeah.
I'll tell you what
the fucking problem is.
I'm sitting over there, trying to...
You still think you're fucking funny?
[heavy thudding]
You ain't fucking laughing
now, you cunt, are you?
[man screaming]
At the house of the rising sun
In the house of the rising sun
You got a problem, fat bollocks?
No, mate. No, no problem.
You sure?
Yeah, it's all good, mate. No-
- [Woman] You fucking animal, Pat Tate.
You can suck yourself off, you cunt.
[woman groans]
Fuck.
Fucking wanker.
[Pat panting]
[Joe] Pat.
Pat?
Now you listen to me.
You're going to take the
full amount again this week.
You got me?
If you've got a fucking problem,
you sort it out yourself.
Take Kenny with you.
For fuck's sake, Pat, not again.
[Man] So how'd you get my number?
[Craig] Some fella in the pub told me
your gear was proper.
It is.
You'll be up for days on that little lot.
Good, good.
So you got the money?
Yeah, of course.
[glass smashes]
Fucking hell.
[Tony] Fucking cunt.
What are you doing?
[Tony] Fucking cunt.
Fucking come here, you
cunt. Fucking come here.
[man screaming]
Put all that fucking stuff in the bag.
We haven't done anything,
mate. We ain't got anything.
Put it all in the bag, or
I'll rip his fucking face off,
you cunt.
And the fucking watch.
But my mum gave me this watch.
I don't give a fuck. Put
it in the fucking bag, cunt.
All right, just
fucking take it, take it.
[Craig] You set me up.
The fuck you talking
about? We both lost out here.
I don't give a fuck about you.
As far as I'm concerned,
you fucking owe me now,
and I'm calling it in.
[man screams]
Oi.
My mum gave me that watch.
Babe, I'm working.
No, but I'm fucking working.
That's bang out of order, babe.
No.
Give me your fucking money.
[Craig] Fucking hell.
Fuck me, you almost gave
me a fucking heart attack.
[both laughing]
Your fucking face.
Here you are.
Mate, you know what?
That was a really nice touch,
that. I really like that.
Who's next?
Hello, babe? Babe?
[dial tone]
All right, Craig. You got the money?
Yeah, of course.
Come off the street.
["Paul Rodgers - Wishing Well"]
Give me the fucking drugs.
You have always been
a good friend of mine
But you're always saying farewell
The only time that you're satisfied
Is with your feet in the wishing well
[toilet flushing]
Fucking cunt. Give
me your fucking money.
You always got something to hide
Something you just can't tell
And the only time
that you're satisfied
Is with your feet in the wishing well
[car rumbling]
[ominous music]
That's him.
So, how do you want
to handle this, then?
[petrol splashing]
Joey, what the fuck are you doing?
I thought you just wanted to talk.
[can thuds]
It's gone beyond words, mate.
[fire crackles]
Fuck him.
[motor roars]
[car explodes]
[women screaming]
Stay back.
Fuck off.
You cunts. I'll find you, you cunts.
Cheers, babe.
You are fucking disgusting.
I'm out.
What you talking
about, out? Out of what?
[Tony] This.
Turning people over.
We could get some serious
bird for this, you silly cunt.
And for what?
That fella we turned over the other week.
What did we get? 300 pills?
And you fucking ate half of them.
You're eating more than we rob.
[Craig laughs]
It ain't fucking funny, you cunt.
Listen, Craig, I like you.
You're a good mate.
But the risk just ain't worth the reward.
[Craig] I hear what you're saying, Tone.
But how about I bring
us a nice big fish, eh?
I've had my eye on this geezer for awhile.
Cunt right books himself as well.
Got all the flash motors, always holding.
Do you know where he lives?
[Craig] Course. I followed
him home a few weeks ago.
Make sure he's the real deal.
You fucking horrible little cunt.
[Tony laughs]
Here, Ro, got any brown sauce?
[washing machine clattering]
[bell rings]
Look who it is, Ken. It's only Bernard.
Fancy seeing you here.
What's that smell, Ken? Can you smell it?
Smells like petrol.
What did you fucking say?
I said, can you smell petrol?
[ominous music]
Next time, it won't be your car.
Your whole fucking family's going up.
[bell rings]
Excuse me, boys.
I'll be seeing you
really soon, yeah? Bernard.
[Craig] That's the gaff over there.
Nice.
Told you, didn't I?
Here, look, that's the fella there.
[motor starts]
[Reporter] Essex police
are looking to question
Patrick Terrence Tate of Basildon,
in connection with an
altercation at the [indistinct]
Hotel last night,
where a man was left brutally beaten.
[knocking]
What's he fucking up to?
What do you think he's got in the bag?
Fuck knows. We're going to find out.
[loud sniffing]
- Fuck it.
- What you fucking doing?
[Tony laughs]
Fucking jackpot.
Oi.
[Craig] Come on, Tone.
[Craig cackling]
[tyres squeal]
We fucking did it, Tony. Fucking did it.
That fucking plumb.
Fuck.
Fucking hell, faster, Tone.
The geezer's fucking on us.
Go, go, fucking go.
[motors roaring]
Oh, fuck.
Shit. Fucking drive.
He's going to catch us.
He's going to fucking catch us.
[dramatic music]
[Craig] Slow down, slow down.
I don't want to fucking die.
[Craig] Fucking hell, it's
a dead end, it's a dead end.
What are we going to do? What
the fuck are we going to do?
What the fuck are you doing, Tone?
Shut the fuck up.
[Man] Fucking got you
now, you no-good cunt.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'll be fucking seeing you, fella.
[car starts]
[sombre music]
[Craig sniffing]
Fuck me, Tone. Where'd you get that?
Is it loaded?
Give me the fucking gear, Craig.
[Tony sniffs]
[mellow music]
Give me one minute.
Who's the geezer in the
leather talking to Pat?
That's Andy.
The geezer behind Sunrise and all
the other major raves in Essex.
And the big fella?
Fuck knows. Never seen him before.
[Bartender] What do you want?
Two pints.
[Andy] All right, Kenny boy?
How's your old man?
[Kenny] Yeah, he's good.
You send him my love.
Yeah.
Everything all right?
Yeah.
Andy's contact trying to
sell me some moody pills.
Told him I weren't interested.
Anyway, you got something for me?
Yeah, it's...
It's a little bit light,
because of that problem
I've been dealing with.
[Pat] Yeah? And how's that going?
Yeah, sorted.
Well, good. That's really good.
Now, remember, you owe me more,
so I'm going to be fucking
on you this time next week.
Whoa, what are you doing? Fuck off.
Standing around here. Go.
All right, well I'll
see you soon then, yeah?
[Pat] Talk to me.
It ain't all sorted, mate.
That cunt's just started
world war fucking three.
I think you might have to
step in on this one, Pat.
[Pat sighs]
[bag rustles]
Fucking hell. That's
more fucking like it.
- Is that it?
- Yeah.
What you doing?
I want a fucking line of gear.
Can I have a line?
No you fucking can't. Get
back in the fucking kitchen.
Fuck off, Tucker.
We just landed the score of a lifetime,
and you pair of cunts
want to get fucking high.
This could be the start
of something big, Craig.
[doorbell rings]
For fuck's sake.
It's like Piccadilly
fucking Circus in here.
It's Kevin.
What's happening, man? You all sweet?
Come through here. Let
me do the talking, yeah?
Tone, this is Kevin.
Remember I told you about
my mate? Kev. Kevin.
No.
[Craig] Well, anyway,
I thought he could do
some running about for
us, you know what I mean?
You think you can knock
some gear out for us, do you?
Course.
[Tony] Here. I want
tenners back on each of them.
Tenners? I can get them
for eight quid a pill.
Like you got fucking
eight quid to your name,
you fucking silly cunt.
If you can't sell them, give me them back.
Look, it's all right. I'll sort it.
He's on you, Craig.
Sweet.
[phone rings]
[Tony] Hello? What?
[muffled shouting]
What's his fucking problem?
What are you piping up for?
I told you I'd look after you.
Look, cheers, Craig.
I fucking needed this.
Sweet. Just don't
let me down, all right?
I won't.
Go on, fuck off. I'll see you later.
I'm round the fucking
corner. I'm at Lucy's.
For fuck's sake. I'm on my way.
Everything all right?
[Tony] There's a problem at the club.
I'll leave you in charge
of that little lot.
Turn one into three.
Luce? Want a line?
No fucking chance.
You fucking what, mate?
Go on, out of it.
What, you his fucking dad, are you?
Maybe, yeah.
Listen, we haven't come down
here for agg, just a chat.
Not what he said last time
when he pulled a machete on me,
was it, son?
Yeah, but it weren't fucking me, was it?
You didn't no fucking thing to stop it.
Look, look, look. You
seem like a nice fella.
I've just come down
here to keep the peace.
You can keep the peace
and jog on, son. Go on.
Okay.
[men grunting]
[Tony] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's going on here? Fucking break it up.
You all right, Pat?
Yeah.
Bern, go back inside the fucking club.
You lot on, get in here before
the fucking old bill come.
Framps, hold the door.
Is it all right if I
hold my fucking nose?
[door slams]
We need your office for five minutes.
Can I help you, Tony?
Are you fucking deaf?
Don't fucking look at him.
I said we need the office.
Right, let's drop all the
fucking playground bollocks.
And Bern, tell me what the
fuck is Pat Tate doing here?
Do you know him?
I've heard of him.
[Bernard] This fucking wannabe
cunt, his mate Joey Waller
has made himself fucking busy.
[Pat] Well, let me just
stop you right there.
Joey Waller is a little
fucking shit cunt slag,
who deals a little bit of gear for me.
Now, Kenny's filled me
in on the situation.
I've come down here to keep the peace,
before it fucking escalates
and gets out of hand.
But I'm telling the pair of you now.
You want a fucking war?
I'll give you a war you'll
never fucking forget.
Will he fill you in that Joey Waller
pulled a fucking machete
on me and threatened
to burn my wife and kids?
Did you tell him that, you cunt?
I fucking didn't think so.
Listen, Pat. What you selling?
Pills.
Hold on. What's that
got to do with this?
[Tony] Calm down a minute.
I think I've got an easy way to fix this.
[phone ringing]
[knocking]
Joe, are you busy?
Yes.
[Woman] A lady called. She
wants evaluation on a flat.
I take it you're free.
I'm always free to help a lady.
[Woman] Good. That's
the address. Two o'clock.
Don't be late.
She sound fit?
[doorbell rings]
Good afternoon, Madam.
I'm here for the valuation.
Oh.
They didn't say they were going
to send such a handsome man.
Please, come in.
Thank you.
Got the decorators in?
Do you want a drink? Tea, coffee?
Or perhaps I could
interest you in something
a little stronger?
Maybe.
What do you have in mind?
Gin and tonic?
Smashing.
Good.
Why don't you go in the front room,
make yourself comfortable, yeah?
I'll be in in a bit.
["Ultravox - Vienna"]
Ken? Pat, what are you doing here?
The voice reaching out
in the peace and quiet
Stays with you until
The feeling is gone, only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Ah Vienna
[Joe panting]
[ominous music]
[Joe] What the fuck, Pat?
I thought we were partners.
[Pat] No, Joey. These are my partners.
What did I tell you about
making your fucking problems
my problems?
I'm sorry, Pat. All right? I'm sorry.
Well, you should have
fucking thought about that
before you started running around
setting light to people's motors.
And pulling out fucking machetes
and threatening to burn
someone's wife and kids.
I mean, what was you
thinking, you soppy cunt?
Pat. Come on, mate,
please. Don't do this.
Now, listen to me, Joey.
You're off the fucking firm now.
If we see you anywhere around the town,
or even at the club ever
again, you're fucking dead.
Are we clear?
Pat, crystal. Crystal, mate.
Good boy.
Oh, by the way.
Bernard wants a word.
What?
[Joe screaming]
All sorted?
[Joe screaming]
He'll live.
So what now?
Let's go to work.
[car starts]
["New Order - True Faith"]
I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
I don't care cause I'm not there
I don't care if if I'm here tomorrow
Again and again I've taken too much
Of the things that cost you too much
I used to think that
the day would never come
I'd see delight from the
shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the
drug that brings me near
To the childhood I
lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that
the day would never come
That my life would
depend on the morning sun
When I was a very small boy
Very small boy
Gentlemen, what about the paperwork?
Come on, then.
[dull thud]
That's the price that we all pay
And the value of
destiny comes to nothing
I can't tell you where we're going
I guess there's just no way of knowing
I used to think that
the day would never come
I'd see delight in the
shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the
drug that brings me near
To the childhood I
lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that
the day would never come
That my life would
depend on the morning sun
Tony Tucker.
Tommy fucking Mac.
[Tommy] We're going to Legends.
[Tony] Right, I'm with you.
Bern, have you got the door, yeah?
[Woman] Tommy, I've got our
usual table ready for you.
Lovely.
You've got to meet this
geezer. Tony Tucker.
Meet Nigel Benn.
[Tony] Pleasure to meet
you, Nigel. Massive fan.
Nice to meet you, mate.
So what you do then, Tony?
I'm in the security business, Nige.
[Nigel] Oh, quality.
Listen, you should get
down one of my fights then.
I could always do with the extra security.
[Tony] Yeah?
I fucking love that.
[glasses clink]
I used to think that
the day would never come
I'd see delight in the
shade of the morning sun
The morning sun is the
drug that brings me near
To the childhood I
lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that
the day would never come
Spend my life in the
shade of the morning sun
You guys up for something
a little stronger?
[liquid crackling]
Well, where the fuck is he?
This is the third week
on the trot, Bernard.
The third week he hasn't
turned up for work.
What the fuck am I paying him for?
And when he does come in,
all he does is drink
and sell fucking drugs.
What, you think I don't fucking know?
I've had the old bill
round here sniffing about,
making themselves busy,
asking for him by name.
By fucking name.
That stupid cunt is going
to have me shut down.
Okay. I understand.
I'll have a word with him.
[David] No, mate. No, I'm sorry.
No. I can't take any more of
it. I want him out here, now.
Okay.
[lighter crackling]
[melancholy music]
[Tony gasping]
What's the matter, Pat?
You don't look like you're
enjoying your going away party.
[Pat sniffs]
That's more like it.
Pat, you're going away, but
how long are you going to get?
What do you fucking know, eh?
Look at you, you fucking
soapy junkie cunts.
Try some, Pat. It might
mellow you out a bit.
[Craig giggles]
[Pat] I tell you what, you keep on
and I'll fucking iron you out.
And don't worry about
me. Got fucking plans.
[Pat sniffs]
Postman Pat.
[Pat] Look at them lot.
Hmm?
I don't know how you
have him and his fucking
bollocking mate Kevin wrapped round you.
They're all right in small doses.
That reminds me.
Oi. What's up with that two
grand that Kevin owes us?
[Craig] He already gave to you.
No, he fucking didn't.
Oi.
Fucking rat.
Got your affairs in order?
What is it with you and him, eh?
You're driving me fucking mad.
What?
Don't worry about me, because
everything's taken care of.
Oh yeah?
[rapid knocking]
[ominous music]
You want to put that gun down, Pat?
That depends, doesn't it?
On what?
On whether you ask me
fucking nicely or not.
You want to put that gun down, please?
Tony. We got to talk.
Go on, then.
In private?
[Tony] No secrets here,
mate. Say what you got to say.
All right.
Simms down the club, he
knows you've been dealing.
He's had the old bill round.
Pointed out you by name. It's over, mate.
[Pat] Fuck the old bill.
Ain't got a clue, and they
got no fucking proof, Tone.
He's trying to fucking frighten you.
Who you talking to anyway,
you little jobsworth cunt?
Coming down here,
stirring up fucking shit.
Talking to my mate, Pat.
[Pat] Your mate?
He ain't your fucking mate.
You may have brought him in,
but that's as far as it fucking goes.
You see this, all of this?
We did this, not you.
You're just a fucking errand
boy who holds his hand out
every fucking week.
So you can fuck right off
to where you come from.
And you can tell that no good
fucking midget weasel cunt
it's over when we say it's over.
You got me?
Yeah.
Oi.
Remember, if it's over for
us, then it's over for you.
[sombre music]
Bern, Bern, wait up. I'm
really sorry about him.
He's got a lot on his fucking plate.
It's looking like he's going
to get banged up somewhere
for five years.
[Bernard] I'm not bothered about him.
He's just a fucking bullet.
Listen, you got to sort
your life out, Tone.
Pat Tate will be the death of you.
What the fuck do you know about it?
Pat was right.
You're just a little cunt
who wants what I fucking got.
[Bernard] Oh yeah? House
full of fucking junkies?
You done real well for yourself, Tone.
I suggest you fuck off.
You tell that fucking cunt Simms
I'm going to be coming down the club
and I want my fucking cut.
Course you do.
[melancholy music]
[Judge] Patrick Terrence Tate.
Never in my six and a half years presiding
as a judge in this country
have I ever been so
unfortunate as to come across
a case with such unnecessary violence.
I therefore have no
hesitation in handing down
the custodial sentence of five years.
And I hope that this gives you time
to reflect upon your conduct that day
in the Happy Eater restaurant.
Bailiff, take the prisoner down.
[gavel slams]
[motor rumbling]
So what you got, then?
Whatever you want.
Pills, sniff, ganja.
Pills and sniff then.
All right, sweet. You
got the money then or what?
Yeah. Course I've got the money.
What you fucking in on it,
you little fucking pussy, eh?
Mate, mate, we made a big mistake.
[Man] You're right you made a mistake.
Empty your pockets. Empty your pockets.
Empty your fucking pockets.
Put all the shit in there now. Come on.
Live-o, put it all in there.
You can fuck off. Go on, fuck off. Jog on.
Open the fucking door.
You can fuck off and all.
[Craig shouts]
Fucking hell.
[Man] You're lucky,
you little bombaclat.
[Tony] You stupid fucking cunt, Craig.
Fucking hell, Tone, I didn't
see he had a fucking gun.
You fucking useless, no-good cunt.
[Craig shouts]
You better start coming up
with some fucking ideas, Craig.
Because it's fucking on us.
What about Kevin?
[Tony] What about Kevin?
Well, he still owes us
two grand for them pills.
That's more fucking like it.
Do you know where the cunt lives?
[Shaun] You see that
fight the other day?
Billy and Johnny?
[Boy] Yeah.
[Shaun] Billy got beat up bad.
His nose was all bleeding, and had blood
coming out of his lip and that.
That was bad.
That's it over there.
You all right, Craig?
Yeah, I'm all right. How are you, Shaun?
Yeah, I'm all right. You
looking for my brother?
Yeah we are, as it goes.
You ain't seen him, have you?
[Shaun] Maybe.
I'll tell you where he is for a tenner.
[Craig laughs]
Give him a tenner, Craig.
What? I ain't got a tenner.
What have you got?
Here you are, take that.
Don't take the piss.
[coins rattle]
Here you are, you little cunt.
Now, where's your fucking brother?
Oi, Kev. You might want to run.
This pair of cunts want a word with you.
[tense music]
I've got him.
[car starts]
Fuck off.
Kev.
He just wants to speak to you.
[Kev screams]
Fuck, fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
[engine revs]
No.
Don't do it, Tone.
[tyres squeal]
[glass smashes]
[Kev screams]
Where's my money, you little cunt?
Please, Tony. I ain't got it.
What do you mean you
haven't got my fucking money?
My legs are broke. Please help me.
Fucking break your legs.
I'll break your fucking head you cunt.
Tone, Tone, stop it. Stop
it. You'll fucking kill him.
Look, Tone, we've got to get out of here.
Old bill are on their way. You got to go.
You're fucking dead, man.
You're fucking dead, man.
Help me, Craig. Please, mate.
[distant sirens]
I told you not to let me down.
Craig. Craig. Craig.
Craig, please.
Craig.
[Donna] And where the fuck
do you think you're going?
I'm going to see Tony.
He got weighed in last night.
I've got to make sure he's okay.
Tony, I can't let you in. You're drunk.
I'm not fucking drunk.
[glass smashes]
Here you are, you cunt.
Give me my fucking money.
[Tony grunts]
You fucking piss-taking cunt.
You're fucking nothing
without him, nothing.
Shut up, Craig.
Take him home.
[Donna] What is it with
you and this geezer anyway?
[Craig] He's my mate.
[Donna] Oh, he's your
fucking mate, is he?
Well, why don't you go
and ask your fucking mate
to pay our mortgage this
month, you useless bastard?
Why don't you fuck off, Donna?
[Donna] Fuck off, yeah? Okay.
Fucking birds.
Now you fuck off.
Take all that fucking shit with you.
Because I'm changing the
fucking locks, you cunt.
[door rattles]
[muffled baby crying]
[sharp knocking]
What the fuck do you want?
[DCI Jones] Mrs Whitaker?
Yeah.
We're here for Kevin's statement.
[Mrs Whitaker] He told
you up the hospital,
he don't want to make a statement.
Don't you understand no comment?
[DC Monroe] Mrs Whitaker,
this is a serious charge.
We're talking attempted
murder on your son.
Now we need his help
to find out who did it.
[Mrs Whitaker] Why don't
you just leave him alone?
Do you not think he's been through enough?
Now fuck off.
[door slams]
You two old bill?
[DCI Jones] Yes, little
man. Can we help you?
You looking to find out
who run over my brother?
Yes, mate, we are.
Do you know who did it?
I can tell you for a tenner.
[DC Monroe scoffs]
[sombre music]
[doorbell rings]
[bag rustles]
Do you mind if I crash
here for a few days?
Whatever.
You sweet, mate? What are
we going to do about Bernard?
You remember that house?
[Craig] What house?
The house.
The big house, what we followed
that flash cunt out of.
Yeah, yeah, of course. What about it?
[Tony] It's pretty obvious.
That place is a fucking gold mine.
What you saying?
Do you fancy doing some gold digging?
[both laughing]
[spoon clinking]
[dramatic music]
Fucking come back here, you cunt.
[man grunting]
[Craig] Cuff his hands.
Cuff his fucking hands.
[Tony] Lie still.
Where's the fucking money?
I'm going to say this
once, and once only.
I will fucking find you.
Yeah?
[Man] Yeah.
And I'm going to say
this once and once only.
If you don't tell me where the money is,
I'm going to blow your fucking brains out.
You need to understand something.
We're in a pretty fucking
desperate situation.
And we ain't fucking leaving
here without any money.
You ain't got the fucking bottle.
[gun cocks]
You want to be a cunt?
What you doing, Tone?
[pot clanks]
[Tony grunts]
[Man] Get off her, you fucking cunt.
Get the fuck off her.
[glass smashes]
[woman gasping]
[gun fires]
Sharon. I'll kill the
fucking lot of you. Sharon.
Don't worry about her. She ain't dead.
But she fucking will be if
you don't fucking tell me
where the money is.
All right, all right.
It's in the fireplace.
It's in the fucking fireplace.
[Tony] Get up.
That cunt moves, shoot him.
[tense music]
Fucking sweet.
Right, let's fucking get
out of here. Let's go.
I'll be seeing you, Tone.
All right, Tone? I got your message.
This is Andy, bloke I
was telling you about.
So you're the bloke who's
going to sort us out, yeah?
[Andy] So what you after?
Pills?
What we talking about?
30 grand.
[Andy sighs]
That's a lot of pills.
Why so much?
I'm done in Basildon.
I'm setting up in Southend.
What about Bernard?
[Craig] Fuck him.
Can you sort it or not?
Yeah. I can help you.
Be at this address tonight
at 10 o'clock with the money.
You best not be fucking us about.
Come on, Ken.
[muffled television chatter]
[Donna sighs]
[box clattering]
Well, he's hardly going
to be in my drawer, is he?
Dickhead.
Let us do our job, Miss.
[DCI Jones] Well?
[Officer] He's not here, Sarge.
Fucking told you.
Where is he, Donna?
[Donna] Look, how am I supposed to know?
I kicked the useless twat out.
Probably with his new boyfriend, isn't he?
Oh? And who might that be?
Tony Tucker.
[ominous music]
[knocking]
Get out of the fucking car.
[Man] Yeah, I'll meet you the same time.
The same place. Cheers.
Keep some fucking stamps...
- Right.
- All clear, guv.
[phone beeps]
Evening, gentlemen.
Sorry about all these dramatics.
Only, you can never be too careful.
I had some dramatics myself last night.
Don't I know you?
No, I don't think so.
Unless you've been to Glasgow lately, pal?
You. Got the money?
Aye.
What are you, the quiet one?
[Craig] Aye, aye, that's right.
He's a wee quiet man, so he is.
Well, it's a pleasure doing
business with you, boys.
Oi. Hold up a minute.
[man clicks fingers]
You forgot your pills.
Cheers mate.
[doors slam]
[Tony sighs]
We did it. We fucking did
it, mate. We're back on top.
Yeah.
And this time, we ain't
going to fuck it up.
[tyres squeal]
[police sirens]
Get your fucking hands off me, you cunt.
Fucking get off me.
Fucking get off me, you
fucking cunt. Fucking pigs.
Get your fucking filthy hands off me.
[indistinct] you fucking fat cunt.
[DCI Jones] Anthony Tucker.
I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the attempted murder
of Kevin Whitaker.
You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention
when questioned something which
you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.
Do you understand?
What you talking about?
You've got fuck all on me.
[Officer] Sarge.
Think you need to take a look at this.
Well, I've got something
on you now, though,
don't I, Tucker?
You're nicked.
Take a seat please, gentlemen.
Don't say a fucking thing.
For the benefit of
the tape, I'm DCI Jones.
With me is DC Monroe. Time is now 7:02 AM.
We know it was you that
run over Kevin Whitaker.
Do you want to make a statement?
No? Well, it's your lucky day.
Mr. Whitaker doesn't want
to press any charges,
so I guess you're free to go.
Just so you know, your
cards are marked, Tucker.
I will be watching you.
Right, now sign this, and then you can go.
[phone ringing]
[DCI Jones] Oi.
Wait a minute.
You forgot your pills.
What?
[DCI Jones] Just one question.
What are you two doing with all
these contraceptive tablets?
It's better to be safe than sorry.
[melancholy music]
[Craig] Fancy a pint?
No, you're all right, mate.
It's over.
Don't say that, mate.
We'll get it all back.
You're not fucking listening
to me, Craig. I'm done.
I need to fucking sort my life out.
I suggest you do the same.
[men grunting]
All right?
What do you want?
Bought you a new plant.
I feel lost and confused
Been around, I play the fool
I got to find a way
It's time, the pressure's on
Can't see the gold, my friend is gone
Nothing's what it used to be
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
[weights clank]
Fucking hell.
[Man] You want to be fucking
careful with that bar, son.
Hits you on the throat,
could be game over.
Yeah, cheers.
[Man] I'm Carlton.
I'm Tony.
Heaven knows what life may bring
There could be blue
skies through the rain
And I know I must find my way
So come on, help me to
release my soul today
Won't you help me, help
me through this pain?
Cuts like a knife
Burns like acid rain
Come on, help me
Help me release my soul
Nobody knows which
way, which road to go
Help me, oh no
From all this pain,
what could be found?
Oi. Hold up a minute.
And the seeds of hope and soul
Forgot your pills.
Cheers, mate.
I been living with
fear, but I'm moving on
Should have fucking done
them, bruv. Soppy cunts.
No. I got darker plans
for this little mob.
Mickey, you got them?
Yeah. I got them.
Heaven knows what life may bring
There could be blue
skies through the rain
And I know I must find my way
So come on, help me to
release my soul today
Won't you help me, help
me through this pain?
Cuts like a knife, like acid rain
Help me, help me to release my soul
Nobody knows which
way, which road to go
Heaven knows what life may bring
I have a feeling you
will feel the acid sting
Help me release my soul today
Help me, help me, help me, no, no
J Help me, lord, no J
I Help me, no, no J
[synth music]
Never going to let you down
Something inside me hurts
Something inside has gone
But you are right there beside me
You were there all along
All the loving feeling
All the love for you
You're the one good people
You're the one good truth
All the loving feeling
All the love for you
You're the one good people
You're the one good truth
All the loving feeling J
All the love for you
You're the one good people
You're the one good truth
[thunder rumbles]
[muffled conversation]
For fuck's sake.
[Tony] Out of my way. I want to see him.
Tony, I can't let you in. You're drunk.
I want to see him.
[Kenny] Tony, I can't
let you in. You're drunk.
I'm not fucking drunk.
[glass smashes]
You fucking cunt. This is my door.
Get him out here now.
This is his door, you jobsworth cunt.
Now get that fucking [indistinct]
looking cunt out here.
[Tony] You owe fucking money.
[Craig] Oi, come out.
Give me my fucking money.
[Tony grunts]
[sombre music]
I feel lost and confused
Been around, played the fool
Got to find my way
This time the pressure's on
Can't find the gold,
my friends are gone
Life ain't what it used to
Heaven knows what life may bring
[Reporter] The Falklands War
was a conventional conflict
with a known enemy.
[Reporter] 48 men were
killed when the Sir Galahad
was hit by Argentine jets.
[Man] We were all
covered in burnt flesh.
[Reporter] Many survivors
suffering from shock.
Many who had heard their
own friends screaming
in the locked dormitories,
unable to get out.
[Thatcher] Britain is not
prepared to be pushed around.
We have ceased to be a nation in retreat.
[Reporter] The Argentine
forces surrendered
to British forces.
[Reporter] UK troops
returned home triumphant,
having secured the island's sovereignty.
Heaven knows what life may bring
Could be blue skies through the rain
Won't you help me, help
me through this path?
Nobody knows which way to go
For fuck's sake, Frampy.
Why do we always draw the short straw?
Stop moaning, Pete.
- It ain't that bad.
- Ain't that bad?
We're hitching a lift on
a fucking supply plane.
Everyone else is sunning
it up on the cruise ship.
[Frampy] Well, you don't
see little Jacko complaining,
do you?
Oi, Jackie, you all right, son?
No, no.
[plane engine rumbling]
I fucking hate this bit.
[Pete and Frampy laughing]
Whose bright idea was this, anyway?
[Pilot] Prepare for
landing, chaps. Going down.
[tense music]
[Jacko sighs]
Oh, thank fuck.
So, what are you going to
do when you get home, Jacko?
I'm going to wipe my arse.
[Pete and Frampy laughing]
[van rumbling]
[door whirring]
Right, you fuckers.
You're going to get up, single file,
and keep it orderly.
Then you're going to get out and fuck off.
Don't forget to check your weapons
with Corporal Rollins.
Right, move. Come on, then. Chop chop.
This ain't a tea party.
Move. Let's go.
[Soldier] Tucker. Tucker.
Sir.
[Soldier] Ain't you got a home to go to?
Wait a minute.
The war's over, son.
If you need someone to talk to,
the Army's always here, all right?
Off you go.
[gentle music]
When the sun comes
But I'm moving on
Sorry, guvnor.
Cunt.
Ooh, aye-aye.
Hello darling, you all right?
Fuck off.
[men laughing]
That's nice, isn't it?
That's the fucking third time
he's been mugged off tonight, third time.
Third time I've been mugged off?
You're the one that's
losing your touch, Tone.
I saw you blown at by the fat bird.
[Frampy] Fuck all that,
come on, let's get a kebab.
[Pete] Hey mate, you all right?
Just doner meat and
chips, yeah? Chilli sauce.
[Shop Assistant] All right.
Hey, fund us a doner kebab will you?
Yeah, no worries, mate. Sweet.
[distant shouting]
Here, what's all that?
Empty your fucking pockets.
Do you know who the fuck I am?
Can you hear me? Empty your fucking bag.
[Man] Oi, get off me.
[tense music]
Come on, lads.
Don't get involved, Tone. I'm starving.
Let's get a kebab.
He's always got to be a
hero, hasn't he? Come on.
[Woman] Leave him alone.
[man grunting]
[woman screaming]
[Tony] Oi, fucking leave him alone.
[Man] What the fuck has
it got to do with you?
They're trying to nick our car.
Do yourself a favour and
fuck off back to your boy band.
Boy bands, yeah? I like Wham.
[dramatic synth music]
[Pete] Tone, Tone,
you're going to kill him.
You're going to kill him.
[Tony] Fucking cunt.
Come out the way, come out the way.
Pete, get back to the club and get help.
[Woman] What are you doing?
Just stand back.
What the fuck are you doing?
He's swallowed his fucking tongue.
Jacko, get her the fuck out of here.
He knows what he's doing, come on.
He knows what he's doing.
Sit up, son. Sit up, son.
Sit up, sit up, sit up.
[Jacko] Tone, come on. The old bill.
We'll be doing statements
all night. Let's go.
- Right.
- Come on.
Let's go, come on. He's all right.
[police sirens]
You all right?
[Man] You Tony Tucker?
Who wants to know?
Get in.
You looking for this, by chance?
Cheers.
Been fucking looking for that everywhere.
Ian Jarvis.
Nice to meet you.
I want to thank you for
helping my grandson out
last night.
His girlfriend tells me if it wasn't
for your quick thinking,
he might not have made it.
If there's anything I
could ever do for you, son,
you let me know.
I will.
I could do with a job.
[upbeat synth music]
Oh the night
Look at that motor.
His fucking bird's a bit tasty and all.
Fuck him as well, cunt.
Oi, Tucker, I'm going for
a smoke. You got this?
Yeah, sweet.
[sombre music]
[Woman] Thanks a million.
All right?
What's all that about?
Don't worry about it, mate.
Where the fuck do
you think you're going?
[Bouncer] It's sweet. He's with me.
[Tony] He's far from
fucking sweet, mate.
He's the mug who turned over
tan's grandson last week.
You're mistaken.
I don't make mistakes.
He's coming in.
[man grunts]
He ain't fucking coming in now, is he?
Give me my fucking wages. I'm off.
What's the problem, Tony?
[Tony] I'll tell you what
the fucking problem is, Ian.
Where I'm from, it's about loyalty
and watching people's backs.
That little fucking mob down there,
that ain't loyal and it
definitely ain't got your back.
Your head doorman is all pally
with that mug who kicked
seven bells of shit
out of your grandson the other night.
That's quite a serious statement, Tony.
Are you sure?
I'm never wrong.
[Secretary] Mr. Jarvis?
Send Adam up here, will you? Now.
[Secretary] Of course.
I hope you're right about this.
You wanted to see me?
[Ian] Tony here tells
me that you know the man
that attacked my grandson.
Well, Tony's got a
lot to say for himself.
You fucking grass.
[Adam groans]
Leave out, you'll fucking break my arm.
[Tony] Fucking tell him, you cunt,
or I'll snap it off.
[Adam] All right, all right.
I'm sorry, Ian, it wasn't
meant to go down like that.
I told him not to hurt him.
I just needed the money.
You little cunt.
Fuck off. Get your shit and
get the fuck out of my club.
What do you think I should do?
[Tony] It's pretty simple, Ian.
Give me control of the door.
[upbeat synth music]
[man grunting]
Fuck off, cunt.
I was hunting you down
And I was the bait
When I saw you there
I didn't need to hesitate
This is the night
This is the time
[Tony] Come on, you can fucking do it.
Keep going, come on.
Don't come in.
I'm coming in.
Fuck off.
You fuck off and all, pair of cunts.
[man groaning]
Touch me, touch me now
Push it out, son. Come on, that's it.
Sorry, mate.
There's no way you're coming in here
dressed in that clobber.
Come on, two more, two more.
What? Can't hear me up there, Stretch?
Fair dos.
[Jacko snorts]
[all laughing]
Oi, Ian.
We should start letting
birds in free before 10.
Do you think it'd work?
Touch me, touch me
I want to feel your body
Your heartbeat next to mine
This is the night, this is the night
Because I want your body
[Jacko] Here, Tone, you
heard that acid house music?
No. Should I?
It's all the rage now.
Centre Force Radio are putting on parties
for 20 to 25,000 people in fields.
I reckon we want to
change our music policy
in here, you know?
You know someone, do you?
[crowd cheering]
[acid house music]
It's pretty fucking good.
I told you, didn't I?
What's your name, mate?
Brandon.
What?
Brandon Block.
Dance, dance to my heart
But I know that's not the part
That you want to see
So when the morning comes
There'll be nothing left to see
Baby, let me love you for the night
I got to have your love
I really need it now
Baby let me love you for the night
I know you want my love
I'd love to treat you right
[crowd cheering]
Come on, lads.
[crowd cheering]
Fucking come on. You
cunts just see that?
You fucking want some?
You fucking see that?
Arse sniffer, arse
sniffer, arse sniffer.
Fucking little bugger cunt.
Fuck off.
Here they are, look. Come again.
Where's your fucking mouth now?
Where's your mouth now? I'm here.
Fuck you.
Me and you, come on.
Fuck this.
Come on, let's fucking have it.
[men screaming]
[Man] Fucking hell, geezer.
You going to sort that beer out or what?
[Bartender] I told you to
wait your turn, you cunt.
You're a cunt.
[woman singing in French]
Let's go fucking mental,
let's go fucking mental.
Harry, come here.
What the fuck are you
doing, letting that mob in?
What?
What? They've been barred three times.
I've just seen one of them
selling fucking drugs.
I don't see the problem, Dave.
At least they're buying beer.
I thought you'd be happy.
You thought I'd be happy, you dozy fuck?
They're helping themselves.
Whoa, whoa, girls, girls, girls.
Where you going?
Anywhere but here, mate.
This club is fucking shit.
Happy? You're having
a fucking laugh. Dozy...
Girls, girls. Here you are.
[paper rustles]
Fuck off.
Charlie?
[Charlie] Speak.
It's David Simms. Got a slight problem.
I know just the man.
[raucous shouting]
[sniffing]
[glasses smash]
Oh, fuck off, you cunt.
80, you come highly
recommended, Bernard.
A man who knows how to fix problems.
[man yelping]
[heavy thudding]
[man screaming]
I've been known to. So
what's your problem, Mr Simms?
That's my problem.
[men cheering]
[loud sniffing]
Get it down you, you bald mug.
Give me a minute.
[Man] Fucking kill us.
[Men] Get them out, get
them out, get them out.
Can we calm it down a bit, lads, please?
What?
[Bernard] I said, can you
calm it down a little bit?
Oh, who the fuck are you, then?
Oh, I'm sorry.
My name's Bernard, and I'll
be running things around here
for a while.
Oh, really?
You hear that, Tell?
Apparently, this is Bernard,
and he's running things now.
You couldn't run me a fucking bath.
[men snigger]
See this mob here, right?
We run this fucking club. Not you.
So do yourself a favour and fuck off
back over there, all right?
Look, come on, mate, we
don't want any trouble.
[glass smashes]
[Bernard] Tell your mates to fuck off
before I break your neck.
All right.
[Bernard] Fuck off, lively.
Fucking mug, get out. Go on.
You fucked up, mate. I'm telling you.
Get your fucking hands off me.
Do you know who I'm with?
Fucking ask about me.
I'm fucking Basildon Joe.
You're fucking marked, you cunt.
You watch. Get off me.
Fucking cunt, I'm going.
Very impressive.
Don't get too excited. They'll be back.
So what's next?
[Bernard] Sort out your doorman.
Fair enough. What about the punters?
Who's your biggest competitor?
That'll be Hollywood's in Romford.
Well, I'll have to check it out.
Thank you very much, Bernard.
[muffled conversation]
You was here last week.
Yeah, you was here last
week. I know it's you.
Go on, fuck off. Go, go on.
Keep going. Another time.
[tense music]
Oi, Jack. Pipe the size of that cunt.
Who's in charge, mate?
I am.
And you are?
Tony Tucker.
What's the problem?
There ain't no problem,
mate. Just a proposition.
I've recently taken over
the door at Raquel's.
I wonder if we could have a chat.
All right. But not here.
Okay. What about the club
tomorrow? About six o'clock.
Okay, have a good night, lads.
What do you reckon
that's all about, Tone?
Not sure yet.
[Pete scoffs]
Fuck me, it stinks in here.
This is a shithole, Tone.
What the fuck are we doing here?
[Pete] What's wrong with Hollywood's?
[Tony] Oi lads, have a look round.
Tony Tucker. David Simms.
Very pleased to meet
you, Tony. Take your seat.
[Bernard] I'll leave
you gentlemen to talk.
Bernard tells me have a proposition.
I've got situation, Tony.
I bought Raquel's six months ago.
And unfortunately I've
inherited all the shit
that goes with it.
Local scum, and a bunch of fucking morons
who think it's funny to smash
it up on a regular basis.
I've got Bernard down here
to help me clean it up.
So what do you need me for?
Listen, his firm wouldn't work here.
They're from Birmingham.
Anyway, he's not going to
be hanging around too long.
Look, Tony I need two things.
One; a door I can trust. And
two; a club full of punters.
Now, Bernard tells me
that you've got both.
I want what you've got.
Right. This is how it works.
You give me 20% of the takings.
That's the door, the
cloak room and the bar.
20% of my takings?
It's a little bit steep, Tony.
[Tony] If I pack the place out,
20% ain't going to sound too bad, is it?
Because right now 20%
of nothing is nothing.
And I'm going to pay for all
the security out of my end.
But I don't want any
interference from management.
So I say who comes in. I say who goes out.
My word is final.
Okay. It's a deal.
Sort out the details with Bernard.
Now, if you'll excuse me?
Very nice meeting you, Tony.
I thought you weren't sticking around.
You changed my mind.
So what do you want?
10%.
Five.
Done.
[Bernard laughs]
["Black Box - Ride On Time"]
[Jacko] It's going well,
Tone. Filling up nicely.
You're getting it, Jacko.
You ride on time
Here he is. Let me do
the talking, all right?
Hello, Bernard, my old
mate. You remember me?
Basildon Joe.
Yeah, I remember you. Not tonight.
Oh come on, don't be like that.
We just want to come in
and have a little look.
Heard this place is the bollocks now.
Don't tell me you've still got
a needle. That was weeks ago.
Look, mate, you don't want to
carry this on. Not with me.
So, be a good boy, let us in,
and we'll behave ourselves,
all right, Bernard?
[Tony] Is there a problem here?
Do you mind, mate? We're talking.
Talk to me, you fucking cunt.
Oh, hold on a minute.
What are you, his fucking hairdresser?
[men laughing]
So, tell you what.
I'm good at cutting hair, as it goes.
Connie, he's got a knife.
Shut up you, you big mouth slut. I'll-
- Shut your mouth.
[Joe] Fucking do him, then.
[Bernard] Come on, then.
You mugs, I'll blow
your fucking heads off.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, all right, all right.
Well, you want to play
that fucking game, do you?
You really want to go down that road?
Okay, then. Sweet. We
can go down that road.
Two can play that fucking game, mate.
Don't worry about that.
You're going to fucking regret this, mate.
I'm telling you.
Yeah, well you know where we are.
Fuck me, Bern, where the
fuck did you get that from?
Not bad for two broom
handles and a bit of duct tape,
is it, son?
[men laughing]
Here you are, George.
All right, ladies and
gentlemen, show's over.
Get your money out.
You all right, babe? You coming in?
Is it safe?
Of course it's safe.
[Tony] No, no, darling. It's on me.
Thank you.
- Thanks.
- Welcome.
[upbeat electronic music]
Take me I'm yours into your arms
Never let me go
Tonight I really need to know
Tell it to my heart
Tell me I'm the only one
Is this really love or just a game?
Tell it to my heart
I can feel my body rock
[water splashing]
Oi, watch what you're fucking doing.
What's the problem?
Meant to be a doorman.
[man laughing]
So where are you girls from, then?
Well, I grew up in Surrey,
and now I live in Basildon.
Don't mind if I have
a bit of this, do you?
Mate.
Mate.
You're in my seat.
Ain't got your fucking name on it.
Watch this. Why don't you
fuck off, you little rat?
Look at your hair. You look
like a fucking bird, mate.
Are you a fucking rent boy, are you?
[glass smashes]
Shut up.
You're out.
[Man] Whoa, whoa.
What's going on?
Been watching him all fucking night.
He's just done a geezer with a bottle.
[Man] No, no, no, let's
have it right, mate.
I spent 400 quid on champagne,
and this mug comes over
sniffing around my pals
and ruined my night.
Right, Bernard, get rid of that cunt.
What?
Listen, mate, use your fucking loaf.
That fella's over there
spending money on champagne.
He's got two fucking lovely-looking birds
wrapped around him, and
that prick's over there
laying on the floor,
eating the fucking carpet.
Now, get rid of the cunt.
Sorry about all that.
No, that's all right. Sit
down and join us for a drink.
No, I'm working, mate.
We're all going to mine after.
You can come and join us if you like,
it's just across the road.
Yeah? All right.
I'm Lucy, by the way.
Tony.
Oi, mate, get this lot a
bottle of champagne on me.
[mellow rock music]
[Craig] What's your name again, fella?
Tony.
[Craig giggles]
Nice to meet you.
I'm Craig.
Everything is moving much too fast
Everybody's going nowhere
The time is running out
[Craig] Girls.
Yes.
[woman sniffing]
[Lucy sighs]
After you, Tone.
Not for me, mate.
Hey.
Come on, Tony. I thought
we were having a party.
Fuck it.
[loud sniffing]
[birds chirping]
Mate, can you drop me home?
Fuck that, you cunt.
You got me in this state.
You can drive.
[keys jangle]
Oi Craig, you ain't got a
bit more of that gear for me,
have you?
No, no, we done it all, mate.
But there's plenty more
where that come from.
Yeah?
I fucking rob it.
[Tony] You rob it? Who off?
[Craig] I rob drug dealers.
As long as it's off the manor, though,
and I knock it out to
local divs around here.
There's something
fucking wrong with you.
You know what?
You should come and graft with me.
We'll make a blinding team, mate.
Sounds good.
Make sure you bring my car back, yeah?
And get me that Lucy's number.
[Craig] Sure you want me to drive?
[Craig laughs]
[liquid splashing]
[pot smashing]
[Craig groans]
What the fuck you doing?
What the fuck's this?
It's 40 quid. What's it look like?
You've been out all
fucking night, Craig,
and you've come back with a poxy 40 quid?
Where's the rest of the money?
Donna, it's not what you think.
You're supposed to be out earning money,
not pissing it up the fucking walls.
What are we going to do, Craig?
We've got a mortgage payment
due the end of the month.
I still owe my mum 100 pound
that you made me borrow off her.
And our daughter needs food,
you absolute selfish cunt.
[Craig] What the fuck
do you think I'm doing
out here every night?
I've been with my new business partner,
trying to make things happen for us.
[Donna] Fucking business partner?
Don't lie to me, Craig.
You've been wrapped around
a no-good tart, ain't you?
[Craig] Don't be silly.
[Donna] What's his name then?
Who?
This business partner you've been with.
[Craig] Tony. His name's Tony.
Okay. Let me smell your cock.
What?
Let me smell your cock.
If you ain't been hanging
out in the back of no slags,
then fucking prove it.
You know what, Donna? Fuck you.
I fucking go to work to
put a roof over our head,
and food on our table, and
I come home to this shit.
Come here. Look out the fucking window.
You see that car?
Whose fucking car do
you think that is, eh?
Do you think I can afford
to run a car at the minute?
That's my business partner's,
and he's give it to me,
you stupid fucking cow.
So why don't you just fucking
leave me alone and fuck off?
That's it, go on, run
away, like you always do.
[water splashing]
You always think the worst of me, Donna.
Why don't you try trusting me for once?
[sombre music]
Look, babe, I'll have the mortgage money
by the end of the week.
[Donna sighs]
You promise me?
Yeah, I promise.
Can I please go and get some sleep?
[upbeat synth music]
[Joe] Ken.
You all right, Joey?
I fucking look all right?
What the fuck happened to you?
Where is he?
He's at the back.
Pat.
Pat.
- Pat.
- What do you fucking want?
I need to talk to you.
About what?
We got a problem.
[Pat] Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What'd you mean, we?
I don't like that fucking word, we.
All right, then. Me. I've
got a problem. That better?
[Pat] Yeah, that's better.
Now you, fuck off.
What?
You heard me. Fuck off.
Sit down.
Look, I don't think I'm going
to be able to take the usual
off you this week.
What you talking about?
There's new door staff at Raquel's.
They fucking elbowed me out.
[Pat] Well, use your fucking loaf.
There's loads of clubs along the strip.
Fucking deal from there.
You don't understand,
Pat. Raquel's is my gaff.
Fucking it's heaving every
night of the week now.
It's a gold mine.
The other clubs ain't got a patch on it.
Now you listen to me, you cunt.
Because we had a fucking deal.
I supply the gear and
you fucking knock it out.
You know something? You
make me fucking laugh.
You begged me for this,
and when I told you how much
I had wrapped around me,
you said it weren't a problem.
You do realise I could be
doing bird any day now?
Down to that fucking Happy Eater thing.
I'm warning you, Joey.
Do not make your fucking
problems my problems.
Pat, I don't know
what you want me to say.
Because I ain't got the answers.
They won't let me in the club.
All the punters are in the clubs,
so I can't knock out the gear.
I need to get back in.
But there's these two fucking
spiteful cunts on the door.
Look what they done to my face.
Fucking embarrassed me
in front of everyone.
[woman giggling]
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the pain of many a man
Lord knows that I am one
[Joe] They've got to have a comeback.
Oi.
What the fuck are you doing, eh?
Two minutes ago, you were telling me
how you were going to suck my cock,
and now you're fucking
laying over these two cunts?
[men laughing]
What's the matter with
your fucking soppy face?
You think it's fucking funny, do you?
All right, mate. Calm down.
Don't fucking mate me, you
cunt. You don't even know me.
What's your problem, you big cunt?
- My problem?
- Yeah.
I'll tell you what
the fucking problem is.
I'm sitting over there, trying to...
You still think you're fucking funny?
[heavy thudding]
You ain't fucking laughing
now, you cunt, are you?
[man screaming]
At the house of the rising sun
In the house of the rising sun
You got a problem, fat bollocks?
No, mate. No, no problem.
You sure?
Yeah, it's all good, mate. No-
- [Woman] You fucking animal, Pat Tate.
You can suck yourself off, you cunt.
[woman groans]
Fuck.
Fucking wanker.
[Pat panting]
[Joe] Pat.
Pat?
Now you listen to me.
You're going to take the
full amount again this week.
You got me?
If you've got a fucking problem,
you sort it out yourself.
Take Kenny with you.
For fuck's sake, Pat, not again.
[Man] So how'd you get my number?
[Craig] Some fella in the pub told me
your gear was proper.
It is.
You'll be up for days on that little lot.
Good, good.
So you got the money?
Yeah, of course.
[glass smashes]
Fucking hell.
[Tony] Fucking cunt.
What are you doing?
[Tony] Fucking cunt.
Fucking come here, you
cunt. Fucking come here.
[man screaming]
Put all that fucking stuff in the bag.
We haven't done anything,
mate. We ain't got anything.
Put it all in the bag, or
I'll rip his fucking face off,
you cunt.
And the fucking watch.
But my mum gave me this watch.
I don't give a fuck. Put
it in the fucking bag, cunt.
All right, just
fucking take it, take it.
[Craig] You set me up.
The fuck you talking
about? We both lost out here.
I don't give a fuck about you.
As far as I'm concerned,
you fucking owe me now,
and I'm calling it in.
[man screams]
Oi.
My mum gave me that watch.
Babe, I'm working.
No, but I'm fucking working.
That's bang out of order, babe.
No.
Give me your fucking money.
[Craig] Fucking hell.
Fuck me, you almost gave
me a fucking heart attack.
[both laughing]
Your fucking face.
Here you are.
Mate, you know what?
That was a really nice touch,
that. I really like that.
Who's next?
Hello, babe? Babe?
[dial tone]
All right, Craig. You got the money?
Yeah, of course.
Come off the street.
["Paul Rodgers - Wishing Well"]
Give me the fucking drugs.
You have always been
a good friend of mine
But you're always saying farewell
The only time that you're satisfied
Is with your feet in the wishing well
[toilet flushing]
Fucking cunt. Give
me your fucking money.
You always got something to hide
Something you just can't tell
And the only time
that you're satisfied
Is with your feet in the wishing well
[car rumbling]
[ominous music]
That's him.
So, how do you want
to handle this, then?
[petrol splashing]
Joey, what the fuck are you doing?
I thought you just wanted to talk.
[can thuds]
It's gone beyond words, mate.
[fire crackles]
Fuck him.
[motor roars]
[car explodes]
[women screaming]
Stay back.
Fuck off.
You cunts. I'll find you, you cunts.
Cheers, babe.
You are fucking disgusting.
I'm out.
What you talking
about, out? Out of what?
[Tony] This.
Turning people over.
We could get some serious
bird for this, you silly cunt.
And for what?
That fella we turned over the other week.
What did we get? 300 pills?
And you fucking ate half of them.
You're eating more than we rob.
[Craig laughs]
It ain't fucking funny, you cunt.
Listen, Craig, I like you.
You're a good mate.
But the risk just ain't worth the reward.
[Craig] I hear what you're saying, Tone.
But how about I bring
us a nice big fish, eh?
I've had my eye on this geezer for awhile.
Cunt right books himself as well.
Got all the flash motors, always holding.
Do you know where he lives?
[Craig] Course. I followed
him home a few weeks ago.
Make sure he's the real deal.
You fucking horrible little cunt.
[Tony laughs]
Here, Ro, got any brown sauce?
[washing machine clattering]
[bell rings]
Look who it is, Ken. It's only Bernard.
Fancy seeing you here.
What's that smell, Ken? Can you smell it?
Smells like petrol.
What did you fucking say?
I said, can you smell petrol?
[ominous music]
Next time, it won't be your car.
Your whole fucking family's going up.
[bell rings]
Excuse me, boys.
I'll be seeing you
really soon, yeah? Bernard.
[Craig] That's the gaff over there.
Nice.
Told you, didn't I?
Here, look, that's the fella there.
[motor starts]
[Reporter] Essex police
are looking to question
Patrick Terrence Tate of Basildon,
in connection with an
altercation at the [indistinct]
Hotel last night,
where a man was left brutally beaten.
[knocking]
What's he fucking up to?
What do you think he's got in the bag?
Fuck knows. We're going to find out.
[loud sniffing]
- Fuck it.
- What you fucking doing?
[Tony laughs]
Fucking jackpot.
Oi.
[Craig] Come on, Tone.
[Craig cackling]
[tyres squeal]
We fucking did it, Tony. Fucking did it.
That fucking plumb.
Fuck.
Fucking hell, faster, Tone.
The geezer's fucking on us.
Go, go, fucking go.
[motors roaring]
Oh, fuck.
Shit. Fucking drive.
He's going to catch us.
He's going to fucking catch us.
[dramatic music]
[Craig] Slow down, slow down.
I don't want to fucking die.
[Craig] Fucking hell, it's
a dead end, it's a dead end.
What are we going to do? What
the fuck are we going to do?
What the fuck are you doing, Tone?
Shut the fuck up.
[Man] Fucking got you
now, you no-good cunt.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'll be fucking seeing you, fella.
[car starts]
[sombre music]
[Craig sniffing]
Fuck me, Tone. Where'd you get that?
Is it loaded?
Give me the fucking gear, Craig.
[Tony sniffs]
[mellow music]
Give me one minute.
Who's the geezer in the
leather talking to Pat?
That's Andy.
The geezer behind Sunrise and all
the other major raves in Essex.
And the big fella?
Fuck knows. Never seen him before.
[Bartender] What do you want?
Two pints.
[Andy] All right, Kenny boy?
How's your old man?
[Kenny] Yeah, he's good.
You send him my love.
Yeah.
Everything all right?
Yeah.
Andy's contact trying to
sell me some moody pills.
Told him I weren't interested.
Anyway, you got something for me?
Yeah, it's...
It's a little bit light,
because of that problem
I've been dealing with.
[Pat] Yeah? And how's that going?
Yeah, sorted.
Well, good. That's really good.
Now, remember, you owe me more,
so I'm going to be fucking
on you this time next week.
Whoa, what are you doing? Fuck off.
Standing around here. Go.
All right, well I'll
see you soon then, yeah?
[Pat] Talk to me.
It ain't all sorted, mate.
That cunt's just started
world war fucking three.
I think you might have to
step in on this one, Pat.
[Pat sighs]
[bag rustles]
Fucking hell. That's
more fucking like it.
- Is that it?
- Yeah.
What you doing?
I want a fucking line of gear.
Can I have a line?
No you fucking can't. Get
back in the fucking kitchen.
Fuck off, Tucker.
We just landed the score of a lifetime,
and you pair of cunts
want to get fucking high.
This could be the start
of something big, Craig.
[doorbell rings]
For fuck's sake.
It's like Piccadilly
fucking Circus in here.
It's Kevin.
What's happening, man? You all sweet?
Come through here. Let
me do the talking, yeah?
Tone, this is Kevin.
Remember I told you about
my mate? Kev. Kevin.
No.
[Craig] Well, anyway,
I thought he could do
some running about for
us, you know what I mean?
You think you can knock
some gear out for us, do you?
Course.
[Tony] Here. I want
tenners back on each of them.
Tenners? I can get them
for eight quid a pill.
Like you got fucking
eight quid to your name,
you fucking silly cunt.
If you can't sell them, give me them back.
Look, it's all right. I'll sort it.
He's on you, Craig.
Sweet.
[phone rings]
[Tony] Hello? What?
[muffled shouting]
What's his fucking problem?
What are you piping up for?
I told you I'd look after you.
Look, cheers, Craig.
I fucking needed this.
Sweet. Just don't
let me down, all right?
I won't.
Go on, fuck off. I'll see you later.
I'm round the fucking
corner. I'm at Lucy's.
For fuck's sake. I'm on my way.
Everything all right?
[Tony] There's a problem at the club.
I'll leave you in charge
of that little lot.
Turn one into three.
Luce? Want a line?
No fucking chance.
You fucking what, mate?
Go on, out of it.
What, you his fucking dad, are you?
Maybe, yeah.
Listen, we haven't come down
here for agg, just a chat.
Not what he said last time
when he pulled a machete on me,
was it, son?
Yeah, but it weren't fucking me, was it?
You didn't no fucking thing to stop it.
Look, look, look. You
seem like a nice fella.
I've just come down
here to keep the peace.
You can keep the peace
and jog on, son. Go on.
Okay.
[men grunting]
[Tony] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's going on here? Fucking break it up.
You all right, Pat?
Yeah.
Bern, go back inside the fucking club.
You lot on, get in here before
the fucking old bill come.
Framps, hold the door.
Is it all right if I
hold my fucking nose?
[door slams]
We need your office for five minutes.
Can I help you, Tony?
Are you fucking deaf?
Don't fucking look at him.
I said we need the office.
Right, let's drop all the
fucking playground bollocks.
And Bern, tell me what the
fuck is Pat Tate doing here?
Do you know him?
I've heard of him.
[Bernard] This fucking wannabe
cunt, his mate Joey Waller
has made himself fucking busy.
[Pat] Well, let me just
stop you right there.
Joey Waller is a little
fucking shit cunt slag,
who deals a little bit of gear for me.
Now, Kenny's filled me
in on the situation.
I've come down here to keep the peace,
before it fucking escalates
and gets out of hand.
But I'm telling the pair of you now.
You want a fucking war?
I'll give you a war you'll
never fucking forget.
Will he fill you in that Joey Waller
pulled a fucking machete
on me and threatened
to burn my wife and kids?
Did you tell him that, you cunt?
I fucking didn't think so.
Listen, Pat. What you selling?
Pills.
Hold on. What's that
got to do with this?
[Tony] Calm down a minute.
I think I've got an easy way to fix this.
[phone ringing]
[knocking]
Joe, are you busy?
Yes.
[Woman] A lady called. She
wants evaluation on a flat.
I take it you're free.
I'm always free to help a lady.
[Woman] Good. That's
the address. Two o'clock.
Don't be late.
She sound fit?
[doorbell rings]
Good afternoon, Madam.
I'm here for the valuation.
Oh.
They didn't say they were going
to send such a handsome man.
Please, come in.
Thank you.
Got the decorators in?
Do you want a drink? Tea, coffee?
Or perhaps I could
interest you in something
a little stronger?
Maybe.
What do you have in mind?
Gin and tonic?
Smashing.
Good.
Why don't you go in the front room,
make yourself comfortable, yeah?
I'll be in in a bit.
["Ultravox - Vienna"]
Ken? Pat, what are you doing here?
The voice reaching out
in the peace and quiet
Stays with you until
The feeling is gone, only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Ah Vienna
[Joe panting]
[ominous music]
[Joe] What the fuck, Pat?
I thought we were partners.
[Pat] No, Joey. These are my partners.
What did I tell you about
making your fucking problems
my problems?
I'm sorry, Pat. All right? I'm sorry.
Well, you should have
fucking thought about that
before you started running around
setting light to people's motors.
And pulling out fucking machetes
and threatening to burn
someone's wife and kids.
I mean, what was you
thinking, you soppy cunt?
Pat. Come on, mate,
please. Don't do this.
Now, listen to me, Joey.
You're off the fucking firm now.
If we see you anywhere around the town,
or even at the club ever
again, you're fucking dead.
Are we clear?
Pat, crystal. Crystal, mate.
Good boy.
Oh, by the way.
Bernard wants a word.
What?
[Joe screaming]
All sorted?
[Joe screaming]
He'll live.
So what now?
Let's go to work.
[car starts]
["New Order - True Faith"]
I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
I don't care cause I'm not there
I don't care if if I'm here tomorrow
Again and again I've taken too much
Of the things that cost you too much
I used to think that
the day would never come
I'd see delight from the
shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the
drug that brings me near
To the childhood I
lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that
the day would never come
That my life would
depend on the morning sun
When I was a very small boy
Very small boy
Gentlemen, what about the paperwork?
Come on, then.
[dull thud]
That's the price that we all pay
And the value of
destiny comes to nothing
I can't tell you where we're going
I guess there's just no way of knowing
I used to think that
the day would never come
I'd see delight in the
shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the
drug that brings me near
To the childhood I
lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that
the day would never come
That my life would
depend on the morning sun
Tony Tucker.
Tommy fucking Mac.
[Tommy] We're going to Legends.
[Tony] Right, I'm with you.
Bern, have you got the door, yeah?
[Woman] Tommy, I've got our
usual table ready for you.
Lovely.
You've got to meet this
geezer. Tony Tucker.
Meet Nigel Benn.
[Tony] Pleasure to meet
you, Nigel. Massive fan.
Nice to meet you, mate.
So what you do then, Tony?
I'm in the security business, Nige.
[Nigel] Oh, quality.
Listen, you should get
down one of my fights then.
I could always do with the extra security.
[Tony] Yeah?
I fucking love that.
[glasses clink]
I used to think that
the day would never come
I'd see delight in the
shade of the morning sun
The morning sun is the
drug that brings me near
To the childhood I
lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that
the day would never come
Spend my life in the
shade of the morning sun
You guys up for something
a little stronger?
[liquid crackling]
Well, where the fuck is he?
This is the third week
on the trot, Bernard.
The third week he hasn't
turned up for work.
What the fuck am I paying him for?
And when he does come in,
all he does is drink
and sell fucking drugs.
What, you think I don't fucking know?
I've had the old bill
round here sniffing about,
making themselves busy,
asking for him by name.
By fucking name.
That stupid cunt is going
to have me shut down.
Okay. I understand.
I'll have a word with him.
[David] No, mate. No, I'm sorry.
No. I can't take any more of
it. I want him out here, now.
Okay.
[lighter crackling]
[melancholy music]
[Tony gasping]
What's the matter, Pat?
You don't look like you're
enjoying your going away party.
[Pat sniffs]
That's more like it.
Pat, you're going away, but
how long are you going to get?
What do you fucking know, eh?
Look at you, you fucking
soapy junkie cunts.
Try some, Pat. It might
mellow you out a bit.
[Craig giggles]
[Pat] I tell you what, you keep on
and I'll fucking iron you out.
And don't worry about
me. Got fucking plans.
[Pat sniffs]
Postman Pat.
[Pat] Look at them lot.
Hmm?
I don't know how you
have him and his fucking
bollocking mate Kevin wrapped round you.
They're all right in small doses.
That reminds me.
Oi. What's up with that two
grand that Kevin owes us?
[Craig] He already gave to you.
No, he fucking didn't.
Oi.
Fucking rat.
Got your affairs in order?
What is it with you and him, eh?
You're driving me fucking mad.
What?
Don't worry about me, because
everything's taken care of.
Oh yeah?
[rapid knocking]
[ominous music]
You want to put that gun down, Pat?
That depends, doesn't it?
On what?
On whether you ask me
fucking nicely or not.
You want to put that gun down, please?
Tony. We got to talk.
Go on, then.
In private?
[Tony] No secrets here,
mate. Say what you got to say.
All right.
Simms down the club, he
knows you've been dealing.
He's had the old bill round.
Pointed out you by name. It's over, mate.
[Pat] Fuck the old bill.
Ain't got a clue, and they
got no fucking proof, Tone.
He's trying to fucking frighten you.
Who you talking to anyway,
you little jobsworth cunt?
Coming down here,
stirring up fucking shit.
Talking to my mate, Pat.
[Pat] Your mate?
He ain't your fucking mate.
You may have brought him in,
but that's as far as it fucking goes.
You see this, all of this?
We did this, not you.
You're just a fucking errand
boy who holds his hand out
every fucking week.
So you can fuck right off
to where you come from.
And you can tell that no good
fucking midget weasel cunt
it's over when we say it's over.
You got me?
Yeah.
Oi.
Remember, if it's over for
us, then it's over for you.
[sombre music]
Bern, Bern, wait up. I'm
really sorry about him.
He's got a lot on his fucking plate.
It's looking like he's going
to get banged up somewhere
for five years.
[Bernard] I'm not bothered about him.
He's just a fucking bullet.
Listen, you got to sort
your life out, Tone.
Pat Tate will be the death of you.
What the fuck do you know about it?
Pat was right.
You're just a little cunt
who wants what I fucking got.
[Bernard] Oh yeah? House
full of fucking junkies?
You done real well for yourself, Tone.
I suggest you fuck off.
You tell that fucking cunt Simms
I'm going to be coming down the club
and I want my fucking cut.
Course you do.
[melancholy music]
[Judge] Patrick Terrence Tate.
Never in my six and a half years presiding
as a judge in this country
have I ever been so
unfortunate as to come across
a case with such unnecessary violence.
I therefore have no
hesitation in handing down
the custodial sentence of five years.
And I hope that this gives you time
to reflect upon your conduct that day
in the Happy Eater restaurant.
Bailiff, take the prisoner down.
[gavel slams]
[motor rumbling]
So what you got, then?
Whatever you want.
Pills, sniff, ganja.
Pills and sniff then.
All right, sweet. You
got the money then or what?
Yeah. Course I've got the money.
What you fucking in on it,
you little fucking pussy, eh?
Mate, mate, we made a big mistake.
[Man] You're right you made a mistake.
Empty your pockets. Empty your pockets.
Empty your fucking pockets.
Put all the shit in there now. Come on.
Live-o, put it all in there.
You can fuck off. Go on, fuck off. Jog on.
Open the fucking door.
You can fuck off and all.
[Craig shouts]
Fucking hell.
[Man] You're lucky,
you little bombaclat.
[Tony] You stupid fucking cunt, Craig.
Fucking hell, Tone, I didn't
see he had a fucking gun.
You fucking useless, no-good cunt.
[Craig shouts]
You better start coming up
with some fucking ideas, Craig.
Because it's fucking on us.
What about Kevin?
[Tony] What about Kevin?
Well, he still owes us
two grand for them pills.
That's more fucking like it.
Do you know where the cunt lives?
[Shaun] You see that
fight the other day?
Billy and Johnny?
[Boy] Yeah.
[Shaun] Billy got beat up bad.
His nose was all bleeding, and had blood
coming out of his lip and that.
That was bad.
That's it over there.
You all right, Craig?
Yeah, I'm all right. How are you, Shaun?
Yeah, I'm all right. You
looking for my brother?
Yeah we are, as it goes.
You ain't seen him, have you?
[Shaun] Maybe.
I'll tell you where he is for a tenner.
[Craig laughs]
Give him a tenner, Craig.
What? I ain't got a tenner.
What have you got?
Here you are, take that.
Don't take the piss.
[coins rattle]
Here you are, you little cunt.
Now, where's your fucking brother?
Oi, Kev. You might want to run.
This pair of cunts want a word with you.
[tense music]
I've got him.
[car starts]
Fuck off.
Kev.
He just wants to speak to you.
[Kev screams]
Fuck, fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
[engine revs]
No.
Don't do it, Tone.
[tyres squeal]
[glass smashes]
[Kev screams]
Where's my money, you little cunt?
Please, Tony. I ain't got it.
What do you mean you
haven't got my fucking money?
My legs are broke. Please help me.
Fucking break your legs.
I'll break your fucking head you cunt.
Tone, Tone, stop it. Stop
it. You'll fucking kill him.
Look, Tone, we've got to get out of here.
Old bill are on their way. You got to go.
You're fucking dead, man.
You're fucking dead, man.
Help me, Craig. Please, mate.
[distant sirens]
I told you not to let me down.
Craig. Craig. Craig.
Craig, please.
Craig.
[Donna] And where the fuck
do you think you're going?
I'm going to see Tony.
He got weighed in last night.
I've got to make sure he's okay.
Tony, I can't let you in. You're drunk.
I'm not fucking drunk.
[glass smashes]
Here you are, you cunt.
Give me my fucking money.
[Tony grunts]
You fucking piss-taking cunt.
You're fucking nothing
without him, nothing.
Shut up, Craig.
Take him home.
[Donna] What is it with
you and this geezer anyway?
[Craig] He's my mate.
[Donna] Oh, he's your
fucking mate, is he?
Well, why don't you go
and ask your fucking mate
to pay our mortgage this
month, you useless bastard?
Why don't you fuck off, Donna?
[Donna] Fuck off, yeah? Okay.
Fucking birds.
Now you fuck off.
Take all that fucking shit with you.
Because I'm changing the
fucking locks, you cunt.
[door rattles]
[muffled baby crying]
[sharp knocking]
What the fuck do you want?
[DCI Jones] Mrs Whitaker?
Yeah.
We're here for Kevin's statement.
[Mrs Whitaker] He told
you up the hospital,
he don't want to make a statement.
Don't you understand no comment?
[DC Monroe] Mrs Whitaker,
this is a serious charge.
We're talking attempted
murder on your son.
Now we need his help
to find out who did it.
[Mrs Whitaker] Why don't
you just leave him alone?
Do you not think he's been through enough?
Now fuck off.
[door slams]
You two old bill?
[DCI Jones] Yes, little
man. Can we help you?
You looking to find out
who run over my brother?
Yes, mate, we are.
Do you know who did it?
I can tell you for a tenner.
[DC Monroe scoffs]
[sombre music]
[doorbell rings]
[bag rustles]
Do you mind if I crash
here for a few days?
Whatever.
You sweet, mate? What are
we going to do about Bernard?
You remember that house?
[Craig] What house?
The house.
The big house, what we followed
that flash cunt out of.
Yeah, yeah, of course. What about it?
[Tony] It's pretty obvious.
That place is a fucking gold mine.
What you saying?
Do you fancy doing some gold digging?
[both laughing]
[spoon clinking]
[dramatic music]
Fucking come back here, you cunt.
[man grunting]
[Craig] Cuff his hands.
Cuff his fucking hands.
[Tony] Lie still.
Where's the fucking money?
I'm going to say this
once, and once only.
I will fucking find you.
Yeah?
[Man] Yeah.
And I'm going to say
this once and once only.
If you don't tell me where the money is,
I'm going to blow your fucking brains out.
You need to understand something.
We're in a pretty fucking
desperate situation.
And we ain't fucking leaving
here without any money.
You ain't got the fucking bottle.
[gun cocks]
You want to be a cunt?
What you doing, Tone?
[pot clanks]
[Tony grunts]
[Man] Get off her, you fucking cunt.
Get the fuck off her.
[glass smashes]
[woman gasping]
[gun fires]
Sharon. I'll kill the
fucking lot of you. Sharon.
Don't worry about her. She ain't dead.
But she fucking will be if
you don't fucking tell me
where the money is.
All right, all right.
It's in the fireplace.
It's in the fucking fireplace.
[Tony] Get up.
That cunt moves, shoot him.
[tense music]
Fucking sweet.
Right, let's fucking get
out of here. Let's go.
I'll be seeing you, Tone.
All right, Tone? I got your message.
This is Andy, bloke I
was telling you about.
So you're the bloke who's
going to sort us out, yeah?
[Andy] So what you after?
Pills?
What we talking about?
30 grand.
[Andy sighs]
That's a lot of pills.
Why so much?
I'm done in Basildon.
I'm setting up in Southend.
What about Bernard?
[Craig] Fuck him.
Can you sort it or not?
Yeah. I can help you.
Be at this address tonight
at 10 o'clock with the money.
You best not be fucking us about.
Come on, Ken.
[muffled television chatter]
[Donna sighs]
[box clattering]
Well, he's hardly going
to be in my drawer, is he?
Dickhead.
Let us do our job, Miss.
[DCI Jones] Well?
[Officer] He's not here, Sarge.
Fucking told you.
Where is he, Donna?
[Donna] Look, how am I supposed to know?
I kicked the useless twat out.
Probably with his new boyfriend, isn't he?
Oh? And who might that be?
Tony Tucker.
[ominous music]
[knocking]
Get out of the fucking car.
[Man] Yeah, I'll meet you the same time.
The same place. Cheers.
Keep some fucking stamps...
- Right.
- All clear, guv.
[phone beeps]
Evening, gentlemen.
Sorry about all these dramatics.
Only, you can never be too careful.
I had some dramatics myself last night.
Don't I know you?
No, I don't think so.
Unless you've been to Glasgow lately, pal?
You. Got the money?
Aye.
What are you, the quiet one?
[Craig] Aye, aye, that's right.
He's a wee quiet man, so he is.
Well, it's a pleasure doing
business with you, boys.
Oi. Hold up a minute.
[man clicks fingers]
You forgot your pills.
Cheers mate.
[doors slam]
[Tony sighs]
We did it. We fucking did
it, mate. We're back on top.
Yeah.
And this time, we ain't
going to fuck it up.
[tyres squeal]
[police sirens]
Get your fucking hands off me, you cunt.
Fucking get off me.
Fucking get off me, you
fucking cunt. Fucking pigs.
Get your fucking filthy hands off me.
[indistinct] you fucking fat cunt.
[DCI Jones] Anthony Tucker.
I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the attempted murder
of Kevin Whitaker.
You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention
when questioned something which
you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.
Do you understand?
What you talking about?
You've got fuck all on me.
[Officer] Sarge.
Think you need to take a look at this.
Well, I've got something
on you now, though,
don't I, Tucker?
You're nicked.
Take a seat please, gentlemen.
Don't say a fucking thing.
For the benefit of
the tape, I'm DCI Jones.
With me is DC Monroe. Time is now 7:02 AM.
We know it was you that
run over Kevin Whitaker.
Do you want to make a statement?
No? Well, it's your lucky day.
Mr. Whitaker doesn't want
to press any charges,
so I guess you're free to go.
Just so you know, your
cards are marked, Tucker.
I will be watching you.
Right, now sign this, and then you can go.
[phone ringing]
[DCI Jones] Oi.
Wait a minute.
You forgot your pills.
What?
[DCI Jones] Just one question.
What are you two doing with all
these contraceptive tablets?
It's better to be safe than sorry.
[melancholy music]
[Craig] Fancy a pint?
No, you're all right, mate.
It's over.
Don't say that, mate.
We'll get it all back.
You're not fucking listening
to me, Craig. I'm done.
I need to fucking sort my life out.
I suggest you do the same.
[men grunting]
All right?
What do you want?
Bought you a new plant.
I feel lost and confused
Been around, I play the fool
I got to find a way
It's time, the pressure's on
Can't see the gold, my friend is gone
Nothing's what it used to be
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
[weights clank]
Fucking hell.
[Man] You want to be fucking
careful with that bar, son.
Hits you on the throat,
could be game over.
Yeah, cheers.
[Man] I'm Carlton.
I'm Tony.
Heaven knows what life may bring
There could be blue
skies through the rain
And I know I must find my way
So come on, help me to
release my soul today
Won't you help me, help
me through this pain?
Cuts like a knife
Burns like acid rain
Come on, help me
Help me release my soul
Nobody knows which
way, which road to go
Help me, oh no
From all this pain,
what could be found?
Oi. Hold up a minute.
And the seeds of hope and soul
Forgot your pills.
Cheers, mate.
I been living with
fear, but I'm moving on
Should have fucking done
them, bruv. Soppy cunts.
No. I got darker plans
for this little mob.
Mickey, you got them?
Yeah. I got them.
Heaven knows what life may bring
There could be blue
skies through the rain
And I know I must find my way
So come on, help me to
release my soul today
Won't you help me, help
me through this pain?
Cuts like a knife, like acid rain
Help me, help me to release my soul
Nobody knows which
way, which road to go
Heaven knows what life may bring
I have a feeling you
will feel the acid sting
Help me release my soul today
Help me, help me, help me, no, no
J Help me, lord, no J
I Help me, no, no J
[synth music]
Never going to let you down
Something inside me hurts
Something inside has gone
But you are right there beside me
You were there all along
All the loving feeling
All the love for you
You're the one good people
You're the one good truth
All the loving feeling
All the love for you
You're the one good people
You're the one good truth
All the loving feeling J
All the love for you
You're the one good people
You're the one good truth