Green Street 3: Never Back Down Page #3

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- F***ing hell.

-(CHUCKLES)

Nah, I don't go out with anyone from the firm.

Self-imposed rule.

Oh, right.

But seeing as you're here on holiday,

it's a bit different, right?

Yeah, course.

Come see me when you've sobered up.

(ALL CHEERING)

F***ing state of ya.

I did what I needed to do.

I told you to stay out of it,

or you'll f*** up my investigation.

What f***ing investigation?

What are you lot even doing down there?

- I'm trying, mate.

- Try harder!

Come on, I want you to

prove to me that you've still got it.

Come on!

Oh-ho-ho-ho!

Talk.

(SNIFFLES)

- Gilly wants me to lead the firm.

- You serious?

(CHUCKLES) Oh, you're interested now,

ain't ya?

Felt good giving it to

them Tottenham slags though.

Stop it, or you're gonna

land yourself in trouble.

Look, somebody knows

what happened to my brother,

and the only way I'm gonna find out

is if I get back in.

DANNY:
F***ing hell, Pete,

you're not dead yet?

That's Pistol Pete to you, boy.

(BOTH LAUGH)

- You're looking good, son.

- Yeah?

- Sharp.

- Still doing everything

-you taught me, that's why.

- Good lad.

That will keep you fighting fit

till you're an old bastard.

- Well, you're still here, ain't ya?

- Cheeky sod.

(LAUGHS)

I'm sorry about Joey.

- How come you didn't come down?

- Well, you know me, son. I can't do funerals.

So how was Joe really doing?

I'd only ever seen one fighter better.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Morning, ladies.

- All right, Pistol?

- You all right, geezer?

Yeah. Anyway, feel free to use the place

as and when you want.

No, no, no, this is on me.

Here's your locker key.

You know where the showers are.

- Cheers, Pete. They working yet?

- Cold taps always have.

(SOFTLY) Oh, f***ing hell.

GILLY:
Here he is.

(I Ska music)

Molly, get Danny a beer, please, sweetheart?

Round of shots for us.

- Coming up.

- Thank you.

- So have you sobered up yet?

- Was I that bad?

No, I'm just teasing you.

You were quite sweet, actually.

Well, don't tell that lot, will ya?

It's our secret.

Oh, I knew I could trust you.

Molly, come on.

The boys are getting thirsty over here.

Molly, come on, darling.

On its way.

Go on, your public want you.

(INDISTINCT)

(ALL LAUGHING)

ALL:
Cheers!

Come on! (SHOUTS)

(ALL LAUGHING)

Oh, she's all right. She's fine.

- You, I've had enough of your sh*t.

-(ALL LAUGHING)

- Drink up, were off ski.

- Oh, great.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

What's this prick doing here?

Easy, Danny.

All right, Jib?

Come on, boys, we're up.

- What the f*** was that?

- I'll show ya.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

This is how it's run now.

What, everyone being pally?

Sounds sick to me.

You got nothing, Millwall,

you little f***ing slag.

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