Green Street 3: Never Back Down

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(BOXING SOU N DS)

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

Tell your boss, this happens again,

I'll be knocking on his door.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(CHEERING)

(ANNOUNCER CHATTERING ON TV)

(INDISTINCT)

Go on.

Go on, son. Yes!

Yes!

Ready for this, son?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Right, you want this?

Green Street Elite, that's who we are, mate.

(ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(YELLS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Get up!

(ALL GRUNTING)

MAN; Finish him Off!

(MOBILE RINGING)

Hello.

Why, what's happened?

I'm on my way.

(BEEPS)

DANNY:
Come on, Joey,

show us what you got.

Double jab.

That's it.

Great, mate.

Harder, son!

JOEY:
You and me, Danny,

we're a breed of champions.

Jab, cross hook.

Nice, bruv.

And again, come on.

Jab cross, up cross.

Yes, bruv.

Come on, Joe, keep your guard up.

That's power. One more time.

Cross hook, cross.

Come on, Joey, on your toes, mate. Let's go.

Jab cross, hook cross.

You're a fucking winner, son.

Keeping going like this,

you could be a pro one day.

JOEY:
Pistol said I'm quicker than you.

DANNY:
Maybe. Keep on

the straight and narrow,

concentrate on fighting, train hard,

you'll be a lot better than me.

JOEY:
You gonna coach me in the ring, Dan?

DANNY:
Yeah, I'll be in your corner, son.

You know it.

JOEY:
I know we'll always be on top

cos you're watching my back.

I love you, brother.

Oh, God.

-It's all right, Mum.

-(SOBBING)

(CHURCH BELLS TOLLING)

(VICAR TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(INDISTINCT MURMURING)

It's just tragic.

- Poor lad.

-It's not a nice way to go, is it?

My sweet Joey.

Be all right, Mum.

I want you to know,

I am going to do everything in my power

to put away the people that did this.

He would have been

World Champion, you know.

Joey went pro?

Yeah, mate, he was flying.

- Not that you'd seen him fight in years.

- Oh, don't start, Mum.

He missed you.

- WOMAN:
Lizzie, someone's at the door.

- I'll get it.

Come on, Liz, it's OK. It's OK.

I'm Gilly, this is Big John.

We were friends of Joey's.

We're just here to pay our respects.

Listen, why don't you come down

the Abbey one night, have a beer with us.

Anything I do, no, they bloody can't.

It's too late now.

Anyone important?

I need to clear my head.

Do you want to do one?

(BOYS CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Sorry I didn't make it to the wedding, mate.

It's all right.

At least you got out of this shithole.

I told Joey the GSE

was a fucking mug's game.

Yeah, well, you left quite the legacy.

What boy wouldn't want to be a part of that?

I should have taken him with me, Vic.

It's not your fault.

So what happened to him then?

We don't have much intel on it.

What's that mean?

It means it's more organised now.

Hooligans done some pretty heavy sentences.

No one wants do to a 10-stretch.

Oh, come on, Vic.

You trying to tell me it's all stopped?

Look, they're not smashing shit out

of each other on street corners any more.

Right, and in the meantime,

my fucking brother's dead!

Yeah, well, the crime stats look good,

and that's all my guvnors

give a toss about, so...

Guess I better get down the Abbey then,

see what's what.

You'll do nothing of the sort.

What, you want me to sit round here

and do nothing?

Yeah, if you want me to lock up who did it.

(TV PLAYING)

-(GRUNTS)

- Shh.

It's all right.

I didn't think you were serious, Danny.

Why don't you come with me?

I won't turn my back on the firm.

Oh, f*ck all that.

Why don't you concentrate

on real fighting and going pro?

Not fucking running around

bashing up people with the GSE.

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