Rise of the Footsoldier 3 Page #3

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What's going on? No, my name

is Ralphie, this is Joe.

Is this some kind

of homophobic attack?

- What'd you say?

- Is there a Jack here, yes or no?

There's a Jack

who lives next door.

We buy pills off him

every once in a while.

I'm really sorry.

We got the wrong address.

This is the wrong gaff.

Let's go.

- Sorry about the vase.

- Don't go.

For an extra 20,

I'll give you a blow job.

- Whoa, whoa...

- See you.

Listen, Pat, I was gonna

ask you for a bit of a favour.

I'm doing a bit of business

with that Joss and Luke.

I was wondering if you might

be able to come along

- as a bit of security...

- No, no, mate.

But it's not that big a deal.

Just need you to sit in the car

so they can see I'm not alone.

It ain't about that. I gotta

be really f***ing careful.

I got that f***ing Happy Eater

thing hanging round my neck,

I don't know how it's gonna go.

- What's that all about?

- You don't want to know.

I was out all night on the thing and...

Kate dragged me

into a f***ing caff

for a f***ing coffee

and a bacon sandwich.

I ended up bashing up the waiter

and stabbing the manager

with a fork.

Get in the car now. Move!

Well, you don't have

to stab anyone with a fork.

I'm literally just dropping off

some gear, picking up the money.

- Come on, then, let's go.

- Cheers, man.

( Techno music on radio)

(sirens blaring)

(Officer) Evening, gentlemen.

Going out?

Yeah, why?

Can you step out of the car,

please, both of you?

(Officer) You mind telling us

what's in that bag?

Yeah, it's my gym gear.

Alright well, you won't

mind me taking a look.

Dear, oh dear.

What we got in here, then?

Got any other bags of magic in there?

Look, he's got nothing

to do with this, alright?

I was just giving him a lift.

He's f***ing clean.

Well, you can both tell us

down at the station.

Come on, then.

Ha-ha! Busted!

Was he speeding as well?

Get a f***ing proper job,

you pig!

You f***ing stitched me up,

you Welsh c*nt. Didn't you?

You weren't the one

who was set up.

I was the one who

was f***ing set up.

They didn't even know

you were even gonna be there.

I've squared this with the Old Bill.

I told them

I would stand up in court

and swear that you had

no knowledge of the gear.

Why the f***

would they stitch you up?

Because they owe me

so much f***ing money, Pat.

I'm the one who's being screwed over.

I'm warning you, Jim.

Mate or no f***ing mate,

if I find out

you're f***ing lying to me,

I will come after you

and I'll f***ing hurt you.

I wouldn't do that, Pat.

I'm not that f***ing stupid.

( KARIYA:

"Let Me Love You For Tonight")

(Pat) 'The way I run my doors

was with zero f***ing tolerance,

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