Harry Brown Page #3

Tell me about Mr. Attwell.

Who's that?

You know, Mr. Attwell,

the nice old man that you and your mates

murdered in the subway.

I don't know what the f***

you're talking about.

So, Carl...

killing a pensioner,

it must have been hard work for ya.

No comment.

No comment.

It's like a catchphrase, innit?

I know you're scared, Mark,

but I can't help you

if you don't tell me the truth.

I ain't scared.

What truth? I don't know nothing.

Dean?

Dean?!

Earth to Dean!

Hello, mate.

You spend half your life

in that subway

scoring and shooting up,

or whatever it is you do down there.

Come on, mate, tell us what happened.

No comment.

That's what your solicitor's told you to say

and that's your right,

but if there's something

you don't tell us today,

that you later on decide you want

to use in court in your defence...

- Dean, can you hear me?

- Dean!

No comment.

You do know that the jury

will be hearing a list

of all your previous convictions

for violence, aggravated assault,

wounding with intent,

possession of a deadly weapon?

It's how it goes, innit?

These days you need protection on the roads.

But tell me something, though...

when my little brother

got himself cut up,

where the f*** were you lot?

Shining your f***ing shoes?

Where I'm from,

someone comes for you,

you need to be tooled up

or they're going to f***ing merc you.

So is that what happened, Carl?

You were just defending yourself?

Did Mr. Attwell attack you?

Did he? Was he drunk?

Was he violent towards you?

Hey, tell her, firm, tell her

to shut the f*** up, will you?

Tell us what really happened.

No comment.

Do you realise how serious

this is, Noel?

You could be going to prison

for the rest of your life.

Still, you might get to see

a bit more of your old man.

My dad was the f***ing king

around that estate,

and you know it.

Really? What's he now,

the king of a bunk bed?

F*** you.

Everybody knows you used to sh*t yourself

around my old man.

The day you arrested him,

got 6 of your mates

to put him in the van

while you watched,

like the little p*ssy'ole that you are,

Sergeant Hicock.

Think you got rid of my old man

off that estate?

- Yeah.

- Well, you haven't.

He's still out there now doing what

he's always done. Do you know how?

I am my old man.

So is every other c*nt out there

with one of these, you feel me?

I got f***ing rights, you pig c*nts.

If you've got something on me

then f***ing charge me. If you don't...

well, you got to let me go, ain't ya?

Did it feel good

sticking it to the old man?

I don't know

what you're talking about.

I bet it did.

I bet you buzzed off it, didn't ya?

Sticking it to some old codger.

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