Top Dog

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Fear is an amazing weapon.

With fear on your side, you can

get people to do anything.

Say anything or believe anything.

That's power. Real power.

Where I come from, you learn

that at a very young age.

But power through fear

comes with a price.

Because there will always be

those who cannot be threatened.

That's the law of the jungle.

In this jungle,

those who decide to try and seize

power had better watch themselves.

You see, real leaders are defined by

their strength in the face of challenge.

No matter where or who it comes from.

And no matter what the consequences.

AC! AC! AC!

What's happening? What's up, Bill?

Here, Tubbs, thought you

had a meet sorted with Villa?

No, the old Bill had them all wrapped

up when I got down there, Bill.

Oh, that explains all the uniforms

down the high road, then.

That's sweet. All right, mate.

Biggest firm of the lot, Old Bill.

Yeah, knowing Villa,

soon as they got off the train

they went looking for the plod

to hold their hands anyway.

- F***ing two-bob firm.

- F***ing pricks...

Thank f*** for away days,

that's all I can say. Much more fun.

Ain't that the bloody truth, bruv?

'Ere, PJ, get up there,

give 'em a shout.

- Go on, mate.

- AC! AC! AC!

Listen, Hawk. Talking about away days,

we got a few big ones coming up.

Might be a good idea to get

the chaps together one day.

When you thinking? Thursday?

Yeah, sweet. Listen, not here though.

We need to mix it up a little bit.

- Where?

- Don't know. How about The Saint George?

Your uncle's gaff?

You haven't been there in ages.

You sure Sal ain't

gonna cut your throat?

Guess we'll find out

Thursday, won't we?

'Ere, come on then,

who's got a bugle?

- Have that one.

- Sweet. Ta. Lovely.

Fuckface. Nearly home.

Oh, sh*t. Sorry, I'm knackered.

What time you got

work in the morning?

I ain't. I got the day off.

Lucky f***er.

I got to be in Brixton by 10:00.

Some geezer wants me to take

a couple of motors of his hands.

Christ. It's tough at the top. Innit!

Will be for him when he finds

out what I'm offering him.

Go on, then. Piss off.

Oh, give the missus

a big kiss from me?

Oh, yeah, she'd love that,

wouldn't she?

- See you later.

- Good night, bruv.

F***ing c*nt! F***ing thing.

No, no, mate. Seriously.

It wasn't me, was it. I told you.

You know me f***ing better than

that. I wouldn't, would I?

For f***ing hell! What the f***

have you done to this machine?

Jesus. I'm spending all

my bloody money on this.

You still there? Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

I'll be round later.

I'll be round later and

talk to you about it, yeah.

Yeah, I'll speak to

you later, mate. Bye-bye.

Where's my crispy duck?

- I'm sorry!

- For f***'s sake!

How f***ing difficult is it,

you stupid Chink?

F***ing shithole, this place.

What's your f***ing problem,

eh? D*ckhead!

See you, sunshine, you need to learn

some f***ing manners, don't you?

What? You f***ing want some

as well, do ya? F*** off!

Hey, love. Take the day off tomorrow

and get the window fixed, yeah?

Has this got serviettes in it?

Lovely.

Who are you smirking at?

Trying to figure out how you're

going to pay me for that.

- Oh, yeah?

- You're even sexier egg-flavoured.

Oh, you're disgusting.

Oh, actually babe, listen.

I'm going to see Julie tomorrow so

I might need a little bit of money

'cause I want to take

her out and treat her.

Yeah, sweet. Right.

I'm gonna go check on Alfie

and then have a shower.

Have a shower first, yeah?

You're f***ing beautiful,

you know that?

Jesus Christ, you couldn't

given it a lick of paint?

What the bloody hell do you want?

- Billy! Long time no see.

- Hello, Steve.

- So, how's life out in the sticks?

- Barnet's hardly the bloody sticks.

- Still got the garage?

- Yeah. It's doing OK, as it happens.

I'm meeting a few pals

down here in a little bit.

Is it OK to use the upstairs?

You'd better not be

dealing in my pub again!

Behave. That was year's ago, Sal.

Ain't grafted any of that sh*t in ages.

On my boy's eyes!

- So, how's the cousins, all right?

- Yeah, fine.

- Darren's still boxing, ain't he?

- Yeah.

Yeah, he's doing nice.

I see him in the trades.

Right. So how long has

that been going on?

What?

Oh, come on, don't treat

me like an idiot, Auntie Sal.

You know what it's like round here.

It's a legitimate business expense.

- How much?

- 250 a week.

For that, we get to keep the windows.

- So who are they?

- We only ever deal with them two.

- They work for Mickey James.

- Mickey James?

- Thought he was still inside.

- No, he got out. Six, seven months ago.

He got a toe in all the

pubs around here now?

Seems like it. I know he's got a few

in Camden and a couple in Kilburn.

Surprised the Paddys

ain't put a block on that.

Different times, ain't it?

Coming, love.

What do you want?

You don't have to take it, Sal.

Just say the word and I'll put

the AC mark on this place.

- Then what?

- He won't come near you again.

It's a nice idea, Billy,

but this isn't a game.

People like that don't piss about.

What, you think I do?

Just say the word, Sal.

It's good to see you, Billy.

But you're still a little sh*t.

I think that's about everything, yes?

This'll be simple.

- You know what you're doing?

- Yeah, I know what. Yeah, yeah.

Oh, so that's it, then.

- Yeah.

- Everyone's sorted?

- Sweet.

- Done.

- Are you all right, boss?

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