Rise Of The Footsoldier Page #3

And they weren't slapping you

on the wrist anymore.

They were handing out

heavy jail sentences.

Yeah, I reckon

I got out just in time.

I've been hearing good things

about you, Carlton.

I got told this joint

used to be a shithole.

- Yeah, it did,

- Well, look at it now, eh?

Things seem to be

ticking along nicely.

Why don't you come

and clean up my joint?

Yeah? What's it like?

It's a den of c*nts.

I'm hoping you can change all that.

I want the '80s crowd...

suits, briefcases,

nice-looking birds.

I'll be giving you

carte blanche, son.

But the only problem

was I didn't have

enough reliable

cool-headed mates from football

to look after another door.

I needed fresh blood, and I knew

exactly where to get ahold of it...

Talbot's gym.

This ain't no place for showboaters,

This is where

the meanest, hardest lumps

in East London

come to workout.

The reason I'm down here

is I'm starting up a door firm

and I need some lumps. If you want,

I can sort you out five nights a week.

Yeah. I'll have

some of that, yeah.

You f***ing want some?!

Get my money by next week.

Oh yeah. Get in there!

Watch it.

You make me look like a c*nt

in front of the management!

- Oh, f*** you!

- Every time I get you a gig

you're always f***ing pissed!

You're a total c*nt!

No, you're the c*nt! I'm gonna bring

the lads back in and sort you out!

You're f***ing dead!

Get the f***ing lot

of them, you wanker!

You want a proper job?

Hello, girls.

How are you doing?

F*** off.

You know,

someone once told me

you're only as good

as the people around you.

And you didn't get

to work on my door

unless you could

seriously handle yourself.

- Put me down, you wankers!

- Watch him!

Hey! What are you doing?!

But I soon found out

running doors weren't

the only way to make money.

There's more than one use

for hired muscle...

guarding packages,

minding drug deals.

Me and the lads got paid to make sure

things went down as they should.

People don't mind laying out

It became bread

and butter work for my firm,

but there was more to do

than just babysitting.

People started coming

to me for all sorts.

Yo, you want to start off here?

Oi!

F***!

Well, done, eh?

Now the rave phenomenon

will have to go down in history

as being as important

as the birth

of rock 'n' roll, punk or metal.

It all started with the acid house music

in the late '80s.

These kids started putting on

massive parties all over the place...

in factories, warehouses,

whatever they could

get ahold of.

And if you was

a farmer back then,

you'd wake up to find

a f***ing spaceship's

just landed in your field.

What's all about here then?

There's Millwall,

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