Harry Brown

HARRY BROWN (2009)

Do you want it, fella, huh? Yeah.

Cos you wanted this yesterday, brother.

You want to do this shit?

Let's go. All right then. Yo, yo, T.

Get the pipe out, blood.

Are you ready to become a man, blood?

You ready, yeah? You know what this shit is, yeah?

- Yeah, man. - Stone and a glass for you, bruv.

Here, bruv, take it. Marky, light him up, man.

Get that shit up, bruv. There it is, swallow that.

Hold him, hold him, in case he drops down, bruv.

Take it down, boy. Take it down.

Don't be sick.

Give me that. Don't make me lose money, bruv.

Hold it, hold it. Hold that shit. I said hold that shit!

Look at his eyes, bruv. Look at his eyes.

All right, bruv, let it go. Let it go. Yeah!

We ain't done yet.

Talk about phase two, our cold boy runs round here.

Yo, yo, yo where's the phone at? You see this?

See this shit. This is real shit. Give him some gloves.

This is how we roll? Take these gloves.

Listen, when you put your hands on this gun,

you're a member for life, you understand?

For life. Take the ting, man.

You're done now, hey?

Aaah!

Fuck!

Fucking pray you, fucker!

Yeah.

Fucking bird.

Fuck you right up.

You wanna bang? Let's do her, yeah.

Yeah.

No!

This is fucking brilliant!

Get away!

Fucking hell. Let's go! Fucking... I fucking shot her, man!

..Exactly what she looks for in a man.

Tall, dark and mysterious or just plain loaded?

I'm not telling you. You're a cheeky sod.

Thank you very much. Here's the news.

Good morning, this is Clare Miller with your early morning news update.

FormerMP Alan Peters will begin his three-year sentence for fraud, today.

Peters was convicted back in September

and will serve at least 18 months in Ford Open Prison.

Labour spokesman, Lindsay Rhodes,

said the party had nothing more to say

of what was a sordid and sorry case.

Single mother, Karen Dobbs,

was shot yesterday in front of her two-year-old son.

A police spokesman says Miss Dobbs

was a victim of a random and senseless act of violence.

The toddler will be placed in the care of a local authority.

Traffic now, the M25 is closed eastbound at junction 19

due to an overturned heavy-goods vehicle.

Traffic police are advising all drivers to avoid the area.

That's it for now,

I'll be back in half an hour with a further traffic update.

Thank you very much. That was Claire Miller with the news.

Lisa, where were we, brain or brawn? What are you looking for in a man?

Oh, I'd have to say brain everytime, Johnny.

Damn.

Morning, Sister.

How is she today?

She's had a difficult night.

Oh.

Hello...

Kath, my love.

Same again, Harry?

Yeah, cheers.

Make it two, Sid.

One for my father, here.

Thanks, Harry.

Everything all right, Len?

Fine.

How's your Kath?

I don't think she knows I'm there, any more.

She knows.

All right, Ken? Got a twenty bag, yeah?

Yeah.

Nice one.

- Did you see that? - What?

They don't even try to hide it now.

I found a needle in the toilets last week.

You think Sid would say something.

What's he gonna do, eh, call the police?

Bollocks.

Besides, Kenny What's-his-name slipped him a bung.

- Sid? No. - Yeah, I've seen them at it.

That Sid is not who you think he is, and the other one,

he's into selling drugs, guns, under-age girls, the lot.

Christ, Len, why don't you say that a bit louder?

You've got Cooking or Geography?

Cooking, Dave.

Cooking it is. This should be a piece of cake.

Fingers on buzzers, here's the first course. Start the clock.

Chanterelle...

- (Car alarm) - (Man shouting)

Stay there, in the house.

Oi! Get off him! You animals, get off him!

Help! Can somebody help me?

Can you phone the police, please?

Can you phone the ambulance?!

Please, phone the police.

Hello?

Bob Creswell.

Big Scottish bloke.

We were in the marines together.

If it hadn't have been for him, I wouldn't have met my Kath.

It was a service dance, and Bob's dancing with this girl...

And...I dunno, I...

I see this...

pretty pair of eyes...

..and I guess we just liked the look of each other, so...

I cut in on Bob,

and Kath and me,

we spent the rest of the night dancing together.

You've never really talked about your time in the marines.

Your Kath told me you had a couple of medals somewhere.

Did you ever kill anyone?

You can't ask me that, Len.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything.

It's all right. It's OK.

- I didn't mean to upset you. - OK. Forget it.

The marines were a lifetime ago. I was...I was a different man then.

When I met my Kath I knew that all that stuff had to be locked away.

I made that decision, all those years ago,

and I stuck to it.

Harry...

I'm scared, Harry.

I'm...I'm scared all the time.

They pushed dog shit through my letter box.

One of 'em spat in my face.

They call me, er...

You know the ones.

I'm not gonna take it any more.

God in heaven. What are you doing with that?

- You know what. - Len, no.

- I thought you'd understand. - I do.

You should talk to the police.

I tell you what, we'll go together.

I've already been to the police.

Bastards!

You fucking bastards!

- Mr Harry Brown? - Yes.

Police.

I'm Detective lnspector Frampton. This is Sergeant Hicock.

Is there anyone here with you, Mr Brown?

No, I'm a widower.

What's this all about?

Do you think we could sit down?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm sorry to have to tell you,

but last night Mr Leonard Attwell was involved in a very serious incident.

Len?

Wh-Wh-What happened? Is he all right?

No, I'm afraid not, Mr Brown.

Mr Attwell is dead.

Sergeant, could you get Mr Brown a glass of water, please?

What happened?

He was assaulted. Late last night.

What? Where? Where, at home?

No. He was found in the pedestrian walkway.

Thank you.

Did you find out who did it?

I'm afraid the investigation's still in progress.

When did you last see him?

Er...

Yesterday afternoon, we...

We played... We played chess in the Barge pub.

Was he distressed or concerned about anything?

No...Well, you know, just about the kids on the estate.

Did he mention any names?

No. He never...

Just kids.