Rise of the Footsoldier 3 Page #4

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'and all of my doormen knew

'that anyone throwing

their f***ing weight around

'and making themselves busy

causing agg

'had to be dealt with lively.

'Because this is my livelihood.

'You try and put your hand

in my f***ing pocket

'and I'm gonna

f***ing tear it off.'

(groaning)

(Pat) That'll do. Get him up.

I f***ing told you before, didn't I?

You do not sell drugs

in this club because we f***ing do.

I see you in here again,

you're f***ing dead, you got me?

You got me?

Ken, rub him down,

take any gear, any cash

he's got on him, any readies.

I'll see you at the bar after

for a booze.

Yeah, no worries, Pat.

Apparently, according to them,

the young kid slipped, fell,

hit his head on the pavement,

that's why he's ended up

in the hospital.

(Pat) 'Sam was like

a criminal mentor to me.

'He was old school, pulled me

up by my bootstraps

'and went out of his way

to show me what was what.'

So what did happen?

The usual.

Just pikey c*nts

selling drugs in the club.

We give him the slap,

took their gear.

- Pikey, you say?

- Yeah.

Well, at least he ain't

gonna say anything,

so the Old Bill are f***ed.

If he's a traveller,

they tend to wanna sort

their own problems out.

Sam, forget about it.

You don't understand what

they're like, though, Pat.

There's hundreds of them. They

stick together, they're tribal.

( BIZARRE:

"Playing With Knives")

(Pat) I'm gonna have this and f*** off.

Yeah, sweet, no worries, Pat.

See you tomorrow, yeah?

- I'll see you tomorrow.

- Alright, mate.

Oi, Pat.

Here we go, f***ing pikeys.

(screaming)

Pikey, f***ing pikey c*nt!

(Woman) Ah, f***ing hell!

(Pat) 'Half a dozen stitches,

two weeks of f***ing work,

'and half of my firm

tucked up in the hospital.

'Now that was the kind of agg

I could not afford.'

I don't f***ing like it, Sam.

It's not my way and all it does

- is show f***ing weakness.

- Calm down, it's the only way.

Now, I've negotiated it.

It'll be OK, I promise you.

Listen, I can take an army down

in the blink of a f***ing eye.

It don't work that way

with these people.

I've told you before.

There's hundreds of them.

It doesn't matter

how many of them you beat,

they keep coming back.

It's endless.

Now go down there,

shake the geezer's hand

and that'll be the end

of it, alright?

Hello, Pat.

How are you, buddy?

What, you want me to come

down there, start playing music

and bring the pipes of peace

with me, eh?

(horn honking)

(Kate) Tell your mates to

keep the f***ing noise down!

Shut up moaning!

Gypsies! (laughs)

(Pat) 'Tony brought his pal along.

'A dangerous little c*nt

called Craig Rolfe.

'He was one of them geezers

'who always f***ing opens

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