Rise of the Footsoldier 3

Subtitles by explosiveskull

'It was the start of an era.

'But before the murders, before the doors,

'the pills, and all the agg and Tony,

'before all of that, there was Marbella.'

'Spain was my first taste of the proper big time,

'the next level and it's where it all began for me.'

Oi! Oi! Kenny boy.

- Here you are, son. - Hello, mate.

What's the matter with your fucking face? You look ill.

Don't start, mate. I been out all fucking night.

Do yourself a favor. Have a little bit of that.

Liven yourself up.

Fucking hell, you want to slow down, don't you?

That's about ten lines in four minutes.

- Is that his? - Exactly the same stuff.

- 100%? - One hundred percent.

So what can I do for you?

We got a bag full of readies here.

What sort of readies you talking about?

- Ten large. - What you want, pills or sniff?

- Pills. - China Whites, Doves or Burgers?

- China Whites. - Now be careful of them.

They're a 24-hour buzz and you'll be out your cunt.

Yeah, that's what we fucking want.

Listen to me, I'm not being rude here.

It's a fucking beautiful boat but I don't even know you.

We go up them hills with the bag full of fucking...

Pat. Don't worry, I can vouch for this geezer.

He's known my dad a long time. He's a top fella.

Thing you need to know about Harris,

he's got a lot of muscle wrapped around him,

but his gear is fucking kosher.

Don't fuck him over or you'll be in a lot of trouble.

- You've got a deal. - Nice doing business.

Cheers, boys. Good health.

'Terry Fisher. He was the middle-man

'for some of the top firms in Marbella.

'Nothing, and I mean nothing,

'came in and out of that port without his say-so.'

Listen this geezer we're gonna meet,

I don't know the full strength of him,

so let me do the talking and sound him out.

Keep schtum, you got me?

Fuck me, who does this cunt think he is?

- Pablo Escobar? - Fucking thinks he is.

Nice to meet you, Frank.

You've got a beautiful home, I gotta say it.

It's Mr Harris.

OK.

You're the two hard men I've heard about.

Nice to meet you, Mr Harris.

He looks like he's off for a game of tennis.

Mr Harris, don't worry about us. We can handle ourselves.

I'm sure you can. You're the luggage then, eh?

Right, yeah.

Eric and Carl will take care of the details.

I've got to catch a flight for London.

Make yourselves at home. Mi casa es tu casa.

You're Harris' bird, then?

No one owns me.

Well, maybe me and you can, uh, creep out for a few drinks.

What do you reckon?

I don't think you can afford me.

Well, let me let you into a little secret.

I'm fucking moving up in the world.

Well, let's have that drink when you're up.

Pat, all sorted. Come on, let's fuck off.

I mean it.

See you around. Maybe.

Tell you what, if that gear is half as good as they say,

we are gonna make a fucking fortune,

knocking them out on the door of the club.

Fucking right, mate.

How'd you fancy a little cheeky one?

Yeah, go on, then.

Have that and we'll have another one before we go out.

- Cheers, son. - Cheers.

'Pills got me up,

'but I needed the charlie to stay sharp.

'The powder kept me alert, keeps the anger at boiling point.

'Just where I need to be.'

Oh, for fuck's sake. What are you fucking doing?

What's it look like I'm fucking doing?

Alright, calm down.

Just wanna know what we're doing tonight. That's all.

I'll tell you what we're fucking doing tonight.

You know what we're fucking doing tonight.

You see that? Fucking pictures of the fucking queen.

One prostitute. Two prostitutes. Three prostitutes.

Four prostitutes. Five fucking prostitutes.

Pat, I can't fucking do five prostitutes, mate.

I ain't interested in you, you cunt. I'm talking about me.

What I wanna fucking do.

Now, go get me a fucking pill and liven your fucking self up!

Ken, I love you but you're driving me

fucking mad, you cunt.

Fuck me, Pat. How do you feel?

I just want a big pair of tits in me face

and a G-string in my mouth.

A fucking million brasses in here. Just a matter of time.

Oh, mate. I'm fucking buzzing out my cunt.

Hi.

Hello, girls. Fucking hell, perfect timing.

What I have there is the magic partner.

Make you want to do things you don't want to do.

- Yeah.. - Oh, yeah!

You won't find what you're looking for in here, darling.

- It's in my room. -

Think I'm fucking stupid?

Now do yourself a favor and get the fuck out of this room.

Get the fuck out now! Fuck off, you little slag!

Pat, Pat, come on, mate. Wake up.

- Come up, mate, get up. - Oh, mate.

Dirty cunt. Oh, she done me with a proper pill.

Come on, mate. You alright?

I'm alright, I'm alright.

Listen to me. Go and get them fucking pills.

Give me two minutes to get changed and have a wash.

Get them fucking pills.

What the fuck do you lot want?

Let me guess, you want your drugs back and all, right?

That's how we do things in Spain.

Really?

Pat, stop, stop! You're gonna fucking kill him!

This is how we do things in Essex.

- Jimmy! - Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.

Ladies! Look at these two.

Alright, boys.

- Fancy a drink? - What do you fucking think?

- Where's Joss? - Joss couldn't make it.

- Why not? - What can you talk to him about

- you can't talk to me about? - Money?

I thought we were here to talk about drugs.

Well, the two go hand in hand last time I checked.

We've just acquired a second club.

Gonna need some product to fill it.

So far, we've been happy with you, Jimmy,

so if you fancy the gig, it's yours.

Terry here'll talk about the wheres and the whens.

- OK? - Alright.

No, I'm not fucking alright. You know why?

Because you guys haven't paid me for that last batch yet.

I thought we explained that to you.

You're investing in the club, bricks and mortar.

It's way better than cash.

So you want me to take a couple bricks to the bank,

try and pay my fucking rent with them, yeah?

We told you that this was long term.

Do you want my fucking product?

Cos if the answer's yes,

then you better pay up for the last batch.

Fine.

Meet me and Terry at this address

at 8:00p.m. tomorrow.

We'll need seven bags

and we'll bring you the money for the last batch we owe you.

- OK? - OK.

'The world was changing.

'Essex was changing. And drugs were changing.

'Punters wanted a buzz that kept them up all night,

'and puff was fucking old news.

'Even knocking it out wholesale you'd only double your dough.

'Charlie and pills were the order of the day.

'Jimmy G. was a new kind of dealer.

'He was young, a grafter with all the right contacts.

'Another geezer we used to knock about with

'from time to time was Tony Tucker.'

Controlling the doors.

Control the doors and you control the drugs.

That's where the fucking money is.

The club itself is fucking no use to anybody.

So, what you're actually saying to me is you want the door

- to our club? - No, I'm not saying that, mate.

What I'm saying is, I want to work with you.

We can take over the clubs, take over the doors.

If anybody doesn't like it, we just fucking smash them.

I know, Tony, but it's a lot

of fucking dangerous mad people we got to deal with.

Yeah, but I'm a madder, I'm a fucking maniac.

'Tony fancied himself as half a businessman.

'Me and him had done a bit of debt-collecting together.

'We must have been fucking good at it,

'because every cunt paid up.'

Is your name Jack?

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.