Avengement

Let's have the back now, Carter.

Copy that.

Gentlemen, good morning.

I'm so sorry, but I'm afraid you've had a wasted trip.

Mrs. Burgess passed away this morning.

Oh. Understood.

Oh, well. My sincere condolences, Mr. Burgess.

But I'm afraid it's back to the nick with you.

I'd like to see her, if it's all the same.

What's the point? She's dead.

I'd like to see my mother.

Hold on, mate. Members only.

- Yeah, I'm a member. - We're closed. Fuck off.

Enjoy.

Cheers, mate.

You look like a man who could do some wishful drinking.

What can I get for you, my love?

Oh, I dunno.

What you got on tap that's decent?

It's a members' club, not the fucking Ritz, darling.

- Just what you see. - All right, I'll have anything with a hefty head then, please.

Yeah, I think I can do that. Been behind this bar since you were in short trousers.

- Not seen you in here before. - I don't get out much.

Oh, I bet you're the life and soul of the party, are ya?

Do you know what? I do have my moments.

Keep the change.

Cheers.

Everyone's spooked. Everyone.

Even Hyde's moved his office upstairs.

And Lincoln said he don't want no one out on the streets till this has been cleared up.

We're on curfew 'cause Rook couldn't handle his shit

against some nutter with a blade?

It was a fuckin' axe. And no.

We're on a curfew 'cause, one, Stokes is gone missing,

and two, that nutter killed Rook.

Well, we all feel bad for him, bro. But I've got a business to run.

Rook would be the first to agree with me,

because whilst he was a bit of sadistic cunt,

he was first and foremost a professional.

Did you hear what happened to him?

You do you know about the hand, don't ya?

- What hand? - For fuck's sake.

Oi, Tune.

Come and tell Vern here what happened to you and Rook.

- Why? What do you wanna know? - Just tell him what happened!

See, me and Rook, you know, we're standin' on the corner.

And we're slingin' a bit of Scooby.

You know, standard Tuesday night.

And all of a sudden, we clock this geezer.

You know, standing on the other side of the road.

And he's eye-fuckin' us. Yeah.

So Rook turns around, he says he's gonna go and have a quick word.

Now, I can't do nothin' about it. I've got customers to deal with.

Next thing, Rook is on his hands and knees, holdin' his arm.

I realize he's had his fucking hand cut off by this nutter.

Yeah? So obviously I goes fucking running over, ready to smash his face in,

and this guy shits himself and runs.

Obviously, I give chase,

but this guy's fast, right?

He's, I mean, crackhead fast.

So I realize I've left Rook in the middle of the fuckin' street.

But by the time I get back, he's fuckin' dead.

There's blood everywhere. I couldn't find his fuckin' hand.

Like, just gone. Vanished.

Yeah, what's with the laugh, mate?

Don't mind me, pal. Don't mind me.

Who's this prick?

You must be a tough guy then, yeah?

Chasin' that bloke away all by yourself.

It's funny, that. You don't look like a tough guy to me.

Well, what's a fucking tough guy look like then?!

Well, they look like me, don't they?

You know, handsome, well-aged.

Yo, Bez! Who the fuckin' hell's this?

I dunno. He didn't say his name. Cliff let him in.

I thought he was part of the firm.

I'm an old friend of Lincoln's.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah, that's right, mate.

How'd you fuck up your face so bad?

Playing with your dildo, was it?

Yeah, borrowed it off your dad, mate.

Well, he's got some fucking front, don't he?

Not as much as you, judging by that fuckin' yarn you were just spinnin'.

Cor, he's doin' you right out there, Tune.

You weren't fuckin' there, right?!

- Just shut up! - Oi! Simmer down, yeah?

Don't make me call last orders early.

And you, stop winding him up.

Or you can get the fuck out!

All right, all right. I'll apologize.

Lads, lads, I'm sorry, all right?

I'm just havin' a laugh with ya, yeah? A bit of a giggle.

I'll finish my beer and be on my way.

Yeah, right along... dickhead.

- Enough. - What the fuck?!

What do you know about Frankenstein's monster over there?

I never seen the freak before in my life.

And I think I'd fucking remember.

Hasn't exactly got a face you can fucking forget, is it?

- He seems to have you sussed. - What's your fucking problem?

No, no, no, he's right. If Lincoln invited him,

we best just keep things civil.

- So, go on. - Go on what?

- Finish the fucking story. - Yeah, right. 'Course.

So, I'm... I'm obviously standin' there. This big, massive bag of merch.

You know, Rook's lyin' in the street, dead. Next thing, I hear

the sirens comin', the police are on the way. So I had to fuck off.

- Do you know what I mean? - Bollocks!

You were long gone way before they arrived.

- What?! - Ran off shitting bricks, you did.

- Do you want me cave your fucking face opened up again? - Oh, here we go!

Finally found your ball, did ya, mate? Yeah?

Don't you think it's about time you told your mates the truth?

Tune, what's he goin' on about?

Yeah, Tune, what am I goin' on about?

I dunno. His head's fucked, Mo! I dunno, he's fuckin' twisted.

Well, you wanna hear my twisted take on this tale?

- Not really, chap. - Well, fucking humor me!

At least whilst I finish my pint.

'Cause there was a bloke standing staring at you.

That much is true.

Yeah, Rook. Check out Bill.

He's been eye-fuckin' us for the past ten minutes.

Yo, bruv! Can we help you with somethin'?

Mate, you deaf?!

I'm fuckin' talkin' to you, mate. What do you want?

- Sorry, mate, but... - Am I supposed to be scared?

- Here, go ahead. - Huh?

Makes a change, you fuckin' paying.

It's good. Fuck off.

Look, just fuck off, yeah? Ah!

Fuckin' hell!

Nah, that's bollocks. You know I'd never run from a fight.

- Just this once then, eh, Tuney? - Oh, fuck off, you wanker!

- So you killed Rook? - Yeah, that's right, mate.

What the fuck are you gonna do about it?

Well, clearly you're only interested in one thing.

Oi. It's time for you to leave.

I've still got half a pint left, love.

Yeah, my pub, my pints. Get out!

Come here, you fuckin' wanker!

Get the fuck back! Oi, get over there! Move it!

Anyone else make a move on me, I'll kill 'em!

Swear to fucking Christ! Get away from that door!

Where is he?

- Where the fuck is he?! - Who?!

- Lincoln! - How is this low-key,

you stupid, noisy...

Come here! Turn around!

Get over there.

You got anyone else up there?!

You remind me of someone.

- All right. - But you can't be him,

'cause he's on a long stretch, and he was a little melt.

Fuck me.

The prodigal brother returns.

What rock did you crawl out from under?

HMP Belmarsh, like you didn't know.

- Who the fuck is this joker? - Well, ladies. This is Cain Burgess.

Lincoln's little baby brother.

Are you jokin'? What, this nutter?!

Did a job for us few years ago. Cocked it up.

- Went down for five years. - Seven years now.

Is that where they redecorated your face?

Fuck me. Looks like someone set fire to your head

and put it out with a shovel. Still, not all bad, eh?

Must have liked all that cock.

All right! Looks like we're havin' a lock-in, Bez!

So do me a favor.

Rustle me up another one of your perfectly-poured pints.

- Please. - That's better. Only takes a moment to be courteous.

Ya little cunt.

- Mind your language, Beryl. - Beryl?

Do I look like I was born in the '20s, ya cheeky git?

- It's Bez. - Yeah, all right. Bez then.

Could be short for Beryl, couldn't it?

I used to blush as a kid. Got called Strawberry,

and then it got trimmed down to Berry. Ended up as Bez.

- I don't blush now, darlin'. - Yeah, I bet you don't.

- Ahh! - Get back!

Get back! I fuckin' told you what would happen, didn't I?

Oh, fuck!

All right!

You've done my leg!

Mobile phones! One from each of ya.

Throw them in there, or the person next to you

gets fuckin' kneecapped. Do it! Come on!

Can't fucking hear myself think! Shut up!

Well, to be fair, you have just blown his foot off. It will sting a bit.

That's nice. Nice and quiet.

Hyde, this cunt reckons he killed Rook.

Really? Well, Tune, you chased 'im off.

- You recognize him? - No. He's full of shit, Hyde.

- What do you say to that, Cain? - You think I'm full of shit, do you?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

You're full of shit, apparently.

Your mate Rook had a chunky chess piece inked on his hand, yeah?

- Open it. - Fuck that.

- I said open it! - I'll do it.

No! No. He needs to do it.