Green Street 3: Never Back Down Page #4

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The rivalry is still there, still got our firms.

You know, what's the point

of fighting for nothing

when you get a serious bit

of hurt for your trouble?

There's been an agreement.

Keep it clean on the streets

and fight dirty underground.

We place bets, make money,

settle differences.

Run like the league, mate.

Points for a win,

and there is never a f***ing draw.

Goes until it's finished.

At the end of the season,

the top firm's crowned league winners.

We haven't done too clever the last few years.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

Can't handle this lot, Gilly.

These are proper fighters.

Can, with you back on the firm.

(CHUCKLES) I ain't that good.

Yeah, cheers for that.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(GRUNTING)

(CHEERING)

(GROANS)

My f***ing leg!

Who is that?

Mason, head of Millwall.

Not seen him before.

No, since this went underground,

there is a whole new breed of fighters.

They've been top firm the last few years.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

MASON:
Into the f***ing bin, boys.

-(CROWD CHEERING)

- That's how you f***ing do it!

Evening, young Gilly.

How's your training going?

If round was the definition of sharp,

you'd be world champ, Gil.

(FIGHTERS LAUGHING)

It's about how you fight,

not how you look.

- And you are?

- Danny.

Not the guvnor?

I thought you lived in sweaty sock land.

Yeah, got bored of the football up there.

(SNIFFS) Sh*t teams, sh*t league.

You lot would fit right in.

Sorry to hear about your brother.

That weren't cricket, that.

I'll find out who did it, and I'll f***ing end them.

Good luck with that.

Gilly. Come on, boys.

We can do this, Danny, I know it.

Look, this isn't have 12 pints,

grab a pool cue and a knuckle-duster.

This is much more dangerous.

Just lead the way, and we'll follow.

What, you telling me

you can handle hours in the gym,

sweating blood and giving up the piss?

Whatever it takes, Danny.

All right, we start first thing.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(BOTH STRUGGLING)

Sod the Blues, Keith.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

What the bloody hell's going on?

You gonna let me in?

Fancy a coffee?

I didn't come here for a drink.

Something's different about you.

(CHUCKLES) You're dangerous.

- I've got it under control.

- Uh-uh, not me.

(MOANING)

(MOANING LOUDLY)

DANNY:
What made you

want to run this place?

Why do you ask?

- Seems a bit of an odd career choice.

- What, for a bird?

- Yeah.

- Hmm. You sexist pig.

(CHUCKLES) Come on, it's not exactly

your average boozer, is it?

Yeah, fair point.

You remember Ronnie,

who used to run this place?

Yeah, of course, yeah. Top geezer.

Yeah, well, he's my big brother.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

He runs a bar in Marbella now,

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