Synopsis: Upper middle class employee Tom ventures into a derelict squatter building to buy a gun from D, a cocky but stupid, homeless crack-junkie, who meanly tries to extort above the agreed price. As D stole the gun from his macho dealer Hoodwink, the bully is on the warpath to get it back by beating up all his pushers in turn and order them to get it, anyhow. Tom's attempts to reason with Hoodwink or buy off his wrath only get him seriously abused. He and D gradually get to know what makes the other tick and digress for reasonable life.
Genre: Crime, Thriller
Director(s): Gary Love
Production: Warner Home Video
Rotten Tomatoes:
90 min

What the f*ck are you doing, bruv?

Hiya, Burberry. What's going on?

You cool?

Sorry l'm late and that, but...

you got that money?

You come here

no more unless you buy drink.

- What?

- l tell you last week.

- Don't fuckin' touch me.

- l'll call the police. Come on, get out.

You taking me for a idiot, yeah?

F*ck off out of here,

you fucking dirty crackhead!

F*ck off! Don't come here no more.

l call the police.

"l call the police."

You coming or what?

- You coming or what?

- No touch my window!

- No come back!

- l'll break you up and that. F*ck you.

Are you coming or what, blud?

Eh, l aint got all day, you know.

l'm a busy man.

So come on, man.

Oi, l got this thing set, you know.

l've been out here all night

trying to arrange this thing for you.

All right, boy. Safe.

You don't usually

catch me up King's Cross.

Feds are well tight on

the begging ting up there.

But these are my blocks, though.

This is where l grew up. Since l was ten.

You get me? These are my ends, blud.

Home of the brave.

Well, it was like l was running

the block in them days.

Oi. l just wanna go in the shop and

get a drink, yeah? Cool.

Ah, blud.

You know what?

Rarr, l left my money

in my yard, innit.

Show me a quid, innit.

Till we get back to my house. One pound?

Nothing, man.

Pay you back when we

get back to my yard.

lt's a hundred pence. lt's nothing, blud.

Come on. Yeah, yeah.

Oh, you know what, one-fifty, actually.

ls that cool, yeah? Safe. Back in a minute.

What? What you looking at,

you prick?

What a twat.

- Look at that.

- Wanker!

Thank you, Khan.

That's big. Come on, let's go.

King's Cross.

What was you doing up there?

- lt's near where l work.

- You must have a well nice job, innit?

lt's my block up there still,

you know. Look.

The one with the, erm, pink curtains.

l had blue curtains, though.

Not pink ones, you get me?

- You all right, Chela?

- Yeah, D, safe.

- Cool, cool. All right, doll. Yeah?

- Where are you going?

Eh, just gotta go and sort out

this geezer, yeah?

- l'll come and check you later, all right?

- Yeah.

That's Michela, man.

Her mum's on the game.

Live in that block up there.

Every time her mum's got a punter, yeah,

she sends her out there to sit about.

Know what the worst thing is?

Everyone knows, blud.

So, imagine that.

Michela knows that everyone knows.

Ssh. This is my yard, bruv.

You get me?

Not yard, but the place l come to

when l got things a gwaan. You get me? else knows about

this place, you know.

This is kinda like... secret den.

- Give me your coat.

- l want to be in and out.

- What?

- l just want to get on with this.

Bruv, just take off your coat.

Chill out, man.

S'cool. Cool.

All right. l told you, l knew it.

Burberry. Sick. Sick. Top.

Oh, my days.

Look that's proper tings.

Proper tings, blud. Proper tings.

Why you ain't tell me you had vodka?

l'd have bought Coke. You get me?

Vodka and coke.

That's my favourite drink.

lt's what l drink when l'm

up in the clubs in Soho.

You don't mind, do you?

Down, man.



That's wicked. That's big! Big!


Take a seat. Just relax, man.

Come on, what's wrong with you?

Come, have a little drink and that.

Chill out.

Mm...come, man.

Are you lonely or something?

- What?

- Are you lonely?

- What you trying to say, blud?

- l just want to get on with this.

All right. F*ck it.

F*ck it. Show me the fucking money.

Go on.

Nice, boy.




- l told you 800, though.

- l gave you 50 yesterday.

- You didn't.

- l did.

- No, you didn't.

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