The Rise & Fall of a White Collar Hooligan

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Un visiteur pour le prisonnier de la cellule 18.

Looks like you made yourself a pretty home in here.

How long are you planning to stay?

You've been here a month now.

No one came for you. You've had no visitors.

No one even asked for you. No one wrote you a letter.

Don't you have family? Don't you have a nice little girl you want to see?

I mean, I can make that happen.

I can put you on a train back home today.

Just tell me what you know.

Your problem. Have a nice day.

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Allume la lumiére dans la cellule 18.

This is my story.

This is the police. All crowds should disperse this area immediately.

The beautiful game. Our great nation% number one sport.

Every week, hundreds of thousands of people

cram their way into these places to follow their team.

I love it, and if you love it too, you don't need me to explain.

If you don't know what I mean,

no explanation will ever make you understand.

Being a part of the crowd, the mob, gives you a great sense of power,

like animals in a pack.

We?e strong because of the group.

We 'H always be OK 'cause our mates have got our back.

I fucking love this game,

the skill, the dedication and the Hnesse on the pitch,

the awesome power of the crowd in the stands.

Fucking fruit! Yeah, you! Yeah, you, you fucking pig cunt!

- Oi, Mike. - Come on, you fucking mug!

- Dickhead! - Fucking hell. Oi, Mike!

Ed. Eddie Hill, mate. What you doing here?

- Same thing as you. - Hey, fuck you, you cunt, you dickhead!

They're bringing the fucking tear gas out. You wanna go for a drink?

- The Duke's open. - Let's go, mate.

Come on, let's fuck off. Watch out, lads. Go on.

A great man once said football wasn't a matter of life and death.

It was more important than that. He was right.

- What fucking happened to him? - Fuck knows.

He's probably an accountant by the sound of it.

- Oh, shit, mate. - What?

- Oh. Fuck me. I'm gonna have to go. - Fuck off.

- I thought we were going for a drink. - Yeah. it's work, mate.

Not really something I can say no to.

I'll tell you what, let's have a big one tonight, a proper catch-up.

- D'you know Terry's on Gloucester Road? - I know it.

Perfect. Freshen up and we'll meet in a couple of hours. We'll catch up then.

- A couple of hours? - Two hours.

Two hours. All right, sweet.

Oi! Look at me when I'm trying to talk to you.

- What you been doing with yourself? - Bit of this, bit of that.

- Oh, shit. Unemployed. - No, just not many jobs out there.

- Know what I mean, Ed? - Bollocks.

There's fucking hundreds of jobs around. Loads of them.

Just nobody wants to do them. Well, except retards.

Nobody wants to fucking flip burgers or wipe arses for minimum wage, do they?

- And who can blame them? - I've been doing a lot of interviews.

Yeah, no, course, mate. I'm not slagging you off.

I respect you. I think you've got the right idea. Know your worth.

Wait for the right opportunity to come up.

You know the England manager position's open? You should go for that.

Yeah, very funny.

Give it up, mate. Nicey Pricey is bad news.

She would chew you up and spit you out.

Actually, mate, I do have a bit of work on I could throw your way.

Give me a call on this number if you want a bit of cash for some driving.

I really appreciate that, Ed.

I'm just not looking to get into anything dodgy right now.

- You know what I mean, mate? - Nothing dodgy. it's all above board.

Easy money for a bit of driving I'm trying to throw my mate's way.

Yeah, I bet. With dodgy little packages in the back seat of the motor.

Mike, that is really harsh.

Ed, you grew up five minutes away from me, son. Look at you now.

With a whistle, birds wrapped round you in a place like this.

You're either a drug dealer or you're in the music industry.

You wanna be a singer?

Mate, I gotta shoot off for a minute. Let me take care of something.

I'll be back in a bit.

- Handwriting's good. - What?

Handwriting.

Um...

If you bothered to take a look, which, I'm not gonna lie to you,

I'm pretty sure you haven't,

you'd notice that I've taken great care

to make everything nice and... nice and legible.

Full of all the jobs I've been applying for here.

- Mm-hm. - And... And not been getting.

It's a competitive market.

Have you considered going back to university?

- I left university a little while ago. - Got kicked out?

Well, no. I didn't complete my degree.

Look, I just need something that's a bit better than minimum wage

that takes half a brain to do, you know what I mean?

Yes, but we've been sending you on interviews.

But there's not many jobs around at the moment and a lot of people out of work.

But do try again in a week or so.

I really am trying, babe. I sent my CV to those agencies you gave me.

But, to be honest, I ain't gonna hold my breath.

Well, don't lose hope, OK?

You'll find something that not only pays well,

that's enjoyable and that challenges you.

You'll find it soon.

Thank you.

Thank you for making my lunch break more bearable.

Well, thank you for buying me lunch...

...and maybe renewing my season ticket?

Baby, do you think we should be a little bit more careful with money?

Just until we're both earning.

I know, football is part of you, I love you,

ergo I must understand and love your love of football

even if I don't share it.

Now, I'm not gonna start moaning about buying you a season ticket.

Just don't let me down, OK?

I won't, I promise.

Safe.

Oh, what, the short slee...? Don't worry, they'll grow back, mate.

What attracted me most to working in a ladies clothes shop?

Ladies.

Huh. You all right there? Wanna...

Job like this must take a lot of restraint.

Yeah, seriously, you wanna be quiet a little bit?

This is lovely. This is a bit of me, this, look.

Oh, it's a bit tight, though, innit?

Fucking hell, have I put on weight? Do I look fat to you, bruv?

Have you got any experience recording live music?

Not much live music per se, but I do remember recording the radio,

and it takes a lot of skill to press stop before the DJ starts talking.

Listen, listen, don't, don't... I'll do anything, all right?

I'm... I'm a bit fucking desperate, to be honest.

I like gold, really, 'cause you should always invest in gold

'cause it's... available.

But I've got a bird and she obviously wears clothes.

You know. Pretty much makes me a fucking expert really, doesn't it?

You ever used an MX380 before?

No worries. I should be sweet with that. I prefer the BlackBerry, though.

Now, seriously now, yeah?

I'll do cash in hand, all right? Just under the table, no questions. Yeah?

- Can I have a job? - No.

All right, can I have a doner and chips? Hold the salad.

Leave us alone, would you? What the fuckk all this?

Well, maybe it's time to just lower your sights a little bit.

You've been out of work for a while, which doesn't look good on your CV.

And not to mention they've stopped paying your Jobseeker's Allowance.

Mm.

There is one more place I could try.

Hey.

- Sorry I'm late. - About fucking time.

- Have you seen this? - What's that?

There's a recession going on

and we're spending 18 million quid on a centre back.

He's too fucking short.

Here, listen, good things come in small packages. Don't worry about it.

- Is that what the missus told you? - Shut up.

Speaking of small packages, that, my friend, is yours.

It's a fucking hairdryer. I'm gonna get fucking laughed at.

No, you're not, mate. Come on, look at it.

It's the embodiment of inconspicuous. it's great on fuel economy.

It's fully insured and it is all 100% yours, for work.

Come on, mate. Look at it. I can totally see you in this car.

- Mikey, the successful hooligan. - Fuck off.

All right, well, how about this? New phone.

Brand-new work phone. New phone, new car, fully insured.

List all the good things I'm doing for you.

Work phone, work car. Yeah, great.

Not gonna do me much good getting the shit kicked out of me.

You're not gonna get the shit kicked out of you. it's not rocket science.

It's easy money for a bit of driving.

All you've gotta do is take packages I give you

to an address I tell you to go to.

- Bang, you're done. - And they give me the money?

Y... No. Nobody said anything about any money.

Look, you just take the package to the address I give you.

Give me a call. I'll phone the guys. They'll come down.

They might give you a package back. Look, it's got nothing to do with drugs.

- Yeah, but it is drugs, though, innit? - No, it is not drugs.

The sentence for drugs is ridiculous, which reminds me, mate,

I don't want you drinking or driving in this car, insured or not.

Keep the tyres fully inflated. Make sure the lights work.

I don't need you pulled over.

Because you don't want the Old Bill finding the drugs.

There are no drugs in this fucking car. I'm telling you. Come on.

I've actually got a date tonight, I've got somewhere to be, you know that?

Right, this is gonna be your first assignment.

You take this to that address.

- What, now? - Yes, now.

Do you have a pressing dinner engagement I don't know about?

No, but I just thought...

That you wouldn't have to do the job in order to do the job? Come on, mate.

I don't know.

Look, Mikey, if you don't wanna do this, you don't have to do it.

If the dole money is keeping you happy

and you're just trundling along fine with Katie, then don't do this.

It's easy money for a bit of driving. I'm just trying to help a mate out.

Oh, mate, look, it's not fucking drugs, is it?

It's not drugs.

First week's wages.

- I need the fucking money. - Good boy.

- And the keys are in the ignition. - Yeah, yeah.

Oh, Mikey, that feeling in the pit of your stomach? That goes away.