'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.'
# Welcome to your life
# There's no turning back #
'Spain was my first taste of the proper big time,
'the next level and it's where it all began for me.'
# Acting on your best behaviour
# Turn your back on mother nature
# Everybody wants to rule the world #
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 favour. Have a little bit of that.
Liven yourself up.
# It's my own remorse
# Help me to decide
# Help me make the most of freedom
# And of pleasure
# Nothing ever lasts forever
# Everybody wants to rule the world #
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.
Okay.
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's 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.
# Straight up now tell me
# Do you really want to love me forever
# Or am I caught in a hit-and-run
# Lost in a dream
# I don't know which way to go #
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 favour 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.
- Okay? - 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 8:00 p.m. tomorrow.
We'll need seven bags and we'll bring you the money for the last batch we owe you.
- Okay? - Okay.
'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.
For an extra 20, I'll give you a blow job.
- Whoa, whoa... - See you.
Listen, Pat, I was gonna ask you for a bit of a favour.
I'm doing a bit of business with that Joss and Luke.
I was wondering if you might be able to come along
- as a bit of security... - No, no, mate.
But it's not that big a deal.
Just need you to sit in the car so they can see I'm not alone.
It ain't about that. I gotta be really fucking careful.
I got that fucking Happy Eater thing hanging round my neck,
I don't know how it's gonna go.
- What's that all about? - You don't want to know.
I was out all night on the thing and...
Kate dragged me into a fucking caff for a fucking coffee and a bacon sandwich.
I ended up bashing up the waiter
and stabbing the manager with a fork.
Get in the car now. Move!
Well, you don't have to stab anyone with a fork.
I'm literally just dropping off some gear, picking up the money.
- Come on, then, let's go. - Cheers, man.
Evening, gentlemen. Going out?
Yeah, why?
Can you step out of the car, please, both of you?
You mind telling us what's in that bag?
Yeah, it's my gym gear.
Alright well, you won't mind me taking a look.
Dear, oh dear. What we got in here, then?
Got any other bags of magic in there?
Look, he's got nothing to do with this, alright?
I was just giving him a lift. He's fucking clean.
Well, you can both tell us down at the station.
Come on, then.
Ha-ha! Busted! Was he speeding as well?
Get a fucking proper job, you pig!
You fucking stitched me up, you Welsh cunt. Didn't you?
You weren't the one who was set up.
I was the one who was fucking set up.
They didn't even know you were even gonna be there.
I've squared this with the Old Bill.
I told them I would stand up in court and swear that you had no knowledge of the gear.
Why the fuck would they stitch you up?
Because they owe me so much fucking money, Pat.
I'm the one who's being screwed over.
I'm warning you, Jim.
Mate or no fucking mate, if I find out you're fucking lying to me,
I will come after you and I'll fucking hurt you.
I wouldn't do that, Pat. I'm not that fucking stupid.
'The way I run my doors was with zero fucking tolerance,
'and all of my doormen knew
'that anyone throwing their fucking weight around
'and making themselves busy causing agg
'had to be dealt with lively.
'Because this is my livelihood.
'You try and put your hand in my fucking pocket
'and I'm gonna fucking tear it off.'
That'll do. Get him up.
I fucking told you before, didn't I?
You do not sell drugs in this club because we fucking do.
I see you in here again, you're fucking dead, you got me?
You got me?
Ken, rub him down,
take any gear, any cash he's got on him, any readies.
I'll see you at the bar after for a booze.
Yeah, no worries, Pat.
Apparently, according to them, the young kid slipped, fell,
hit his head on the pavement, that's why he's ended up in the hospital.
'Sam was like a criminal mentor to me.
'He was old school, pulled me up by my bootstraps
'and went out of his way to show me what was what.'
So what did happen?
The usual.
Just pikey cunts selling drugs in the club.
We give him the slap, took their gear.
- Pikey, you say? - Yeah.
Well, at least he ain't gonna say anything, so the Old Bill are fucked.
If he's a traveller,
they tend to wanna sort their own problems out.
Sam, forget about it.
You don't understand what they're like, though, Pat.
There's hundreds of them. They stick together, they're tribal.
I'm gonna have this and fuck off.
Yeah, sweet, no worries, Pat. See you tomorrow, yeah?
- I'll see you tomorrow. - Alright, mate.
Oi, Pat.
Here we go, fucking pikeys.
Pikey, fucking pikey cunt!
Ah, fucking hell!
'Half a dozen stitches, two weeks of fucking work,
'and half of my firm tucked up in the hospital.
'Now that was the kind of agg I could not afford.'
I don't fucking like it, Sam. It's not my way and all it does
- is show fucking weakness. - Calm down, it's the only way.
Now, I've negotiated it. It'll be okay, I promise you.
Listen, I can take an army down in the blink of a fucking eye.
It don't work that way with these people.
I've told you before. There's hundreds of them.
It doesn't matter how many of them you beat, they keep coming back. It's endless.
Now go down there, shake the geezer's hand
and that'll be the end of it, alright?
Hello, Pat. How are you, buddy?
What, you want me to come down there, start playing music
and bring the pipes of peace with me, eh?
Tell your mates to keep the fucking noise down!
Shut up moaning!
Gypsies!
'Tony brought his pal along.
'A dangerous little cunt called Craig Rolfe.
'He was one of them geezers
'who always fucking opens his mouth at the wrong time.'
Paddy...
- How's the boy? - He's okay.
He's out of the hospital. He's not dead, you know.
'Now, this could go one way or the other.
'Hopefully, we're gonna shake hands and walk away unscathed.
'If not, this could turn out to be very, very nasty.'
Well, listen, I just want to say I'm sorry.
No one meant to hurt him. It was an accident.
But you gotta understand, they were selling drugs in our club.
Usually we just take the gear and give him a slap.
He went over and he cracked his head.
This is our fucking living. It's how we earn our money.
Look, I'm here today to make peace.
Let it be gone. Honours even.
Listen, on my boy's life, I shook your hand.
It's forgotten about now. It's water under the bridge.
I appreciate it.
Yeah, we don't want any more visits.
'Cunt.'
Who the fuck is this little sausage?
He's just along for the ride. Take no notice of him.
Fuck off.
You trust those fucking pikeys?
Sam said, once they take your hand,
they never ever go back on their word.
Did he call me a sausage?
He did, and you know why he called you sausage?
- Why? - Cos you look like one.
Hello, Sammy.
'Joss and Luke.
'You dip your toe in the drug game
'and you gonna find these cunts hanging off the end of it.'
Well, well, well.
And to what do I owe the pleasure?
We're here to buy you out.
- That right? - Yeah, that's right.
We'll offer you a fair price for the business,
and you can step aside.
- Can I? - Yeah, you can.
Or where do you think you're getting your fucking drugs from?
Cos ain't you heard? Jimmy's gone.
He got lifted by the Old Bill. Careless bastard.
My business is worth 300k,
and you two ain't got a pot to piss in.
- So what are you offering me? - Don't you worry about money.
We're offering you the chance to walk out of here with the use of your fucking legs.
- What's this? - It's a contract.
For this place. Just need your autograph
and then you can fuck off down the red carpet out of here.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
We're coming back here tomorrow
with this contract signed or you are a fucking dead man.
'Finally had my day in court for that Happy Eater turnout.
'Crown Prosecution Service wanted to put me away
'for a 10-stretch.
'And to be honest with you,
'if I didn't just smash that half a gram of charlie,
'I'd be fucking shitting myself.'
Kenny boy. What you fucking doing here?
- Got some bad news, Pat. - What d'you mean?
Thought I'd tell you in case you went down today.
- Sam's in a really bad way. - Sam?
He got beaten up badly last night and he's in hospital.
Who done it?
I think it was that Joss and Luke and their lumps.
They was banking on you going down today
- so they made their move. - Pair of cunts.
So, what are you gonna do now?
There's not much we can do without you, Pat.
Listen, look, don't worry about anything. I'll sort it.
- I ain't banged up just yet. - Alright.
- Pat Tate? - Yeah?
I'm Miss Pritchard. I've been sent to represent you.
Mr Jameson can't make it.
You're fucking joking me, ain't you?
How old are you? Do you know what you're doing?
I can assure you, I'm extremely qualified and experienced.
At what? Getting people banged up?
We need to talk now. Mitigation.
I need something so that I can plead for your defence.
You are looking at a custodial sentence, here,
and if I have something,
then I can plead for a suspended sentence.
Look, I was out all fucking night drunk, on pills.
I was on a comedown.
We slipped in there for ten minutes.
She got excited, put her hand down me trousers
and got her hand around me chopper.
If that mug don't come over and interrupt us
and make himself busy, then he don't get slapped.
It's as simple as that.
High on drink and pills does not constitute as a defence.
The sex isn't too much of a worry.
It's the violence that's the problem,
and you have got previous.
Look, I'll tell you what, yeah?
You go in there and you do your best for me,
and if you get me off,
me and you will slip out for a cup of coffee
at the Happy Eater, alright?
So, what the fuck happened?
Oh, mate, he went fucking mental in the courtroom.
Started smacking everyone. Coppers, officials.
Then he jumped on the back of a motorbike and fucked off.
I did tell him about Sam before he went in.
I reckon that's why he flipped out.
- Where is he now? - Fuck knows?
'I was getting the fuck out of Essex.
'Just had one little stop to make first.'
Sam? It's me, Pat.
Hello, Pat.
Are you alright, how you feeling?
Well, I been better, mate.
Don't move, keep still.
He fucking stamped on my foot.
That's your Sunday football out the window, innit?
Don't make me laugh.
What happened?
He wanted me to sign my club over to him.
I wasn't gonna sign my club over to him.
Yeah, don't worry about that now.
I'm about and I wanna sort it.
Alright.
That Luke...
- And Joss? - Yeah, and two other lumps.
'Anyone who puts their hands on a friend of mine
'is gonna fucking get hit.
Where's your fucking cunt?
He's not fucking coming out tonight. He's at home.
- Where's he fucking live? - As if I'd fucking tell you.
Where's he fucking live?
'Oh, yes!'
You took a fucking liberty with Sam, you cunt.
You are so predictable, Pat.
Shame you got fuck all up there.
You're going away for a very long time.
You dirty, fucking wrong'un cunt.
- You alright, mate? - Stay with him.
No, I'm still at the office, honey.
Get out!
'So, where do you go when the Old Bill are onto you
'and you've got no one left to turn to?
'Where do you fucking think?'
Well, here it is.
Apart from the fucking junkyard and the freezing cold pool,
it ain't half bad, you'll be alright.
Listen, I gotta be honest with you.
It's fucking absolutely perfect. I love it.
Get your nut down and I'll come see you a bit later.
- It's not bad. See you later. - See you, son.
Don't forget about me, Tel.
Help!
- Help! - Down here, right?
- Oi, oi! Alright, son? - Well, there he fucking is.
- What's the matter with you? - What's the matter with me?
For starters, you wanna fucking slow down on that.
What you now, the fucking sniff police?
You have a fucking problem here or what? I mean, fuck me.
Problem? The only fucking problem we're gonna have, Tel,
and I mean this now, sitting here fucking looking at you
and you looking at me with them silly fucking bins on.
The only fucking problem we're gonna have
is the fact that I've been fucking pugged up
in this cunting gaff staring at a fucking scrap metal yard,
goats and old fucking bird next door
and that pissy cunting pool.
Tel, you're killing me.
I'm walking around fucking sniffing, drinking and wanking.
That's all I'm fucking doing.
I begged you to fucking put me to work.
You're taking the piss out of me.
What d'you want me to do? You fucking flopped to me.
I'm fucking trying my best. Listen, cop for that.
You start tomorrow.
Come on, son. I get it. I'm sorry, alright?
We'll sort it out.
What have you done to my fucking pool?
# Come on and see me
# I'm a bad man player
# It's gonna take more than a foot in the heart
# If you're ever gonna kill this soldier
# Actions speak a little louder than words
# I don't suffer fools on Sunday
# I'll probably defer until Monday
# You can say what you say
# Just me as it's use
# Well, did I forget to tell you Let me tell you now fuck it
# You're so unpredictable #
Hey, have a look at these shit cunts.
Morning, mate. Your name Hans fucking Gruner?
- Yeah. - You look like a fucking shrunken Adolf.
Where's that cunting money you owe?
# Momma gonna feed you some soul food
# Put your bread on your butter
# Spend some time on his heels
- # Let's get pretty funky - That's him there.
# Stop singing the blues #
Rats don't like water, you gerbil cunt.
# Did I forget to tell you Let me tell you now
# Stop it You're so unpredictable #
And tell your fucking posh mates
down the fucking port selling pills
with no fucking permission,
every bit of money they've had for the last fucking 18 months
we want.
You seem like a lovely kid but give me ten fucking lengths, you fat cunt.
# You can say what you want
# Trust me as a tune
# Did I forget to tell you Let me tell you now
# Fuck it You're so unpredictable
# I'm a bad man player
# I'm a bad man player, baby
# I'm a bad man player #
Oi! Oi!
What's up, you bollocks?
What are you fucking doing? I been calling all fucking day.
In bed again with a brass and fucking coke!
Who you talking to?
Where's my fucking money, you cunt?
Who are you talking to, you cunt?
You talking to me like I'm some type of mug?
One of them silly cunts
that works for you down the fucking port?
Coming in here... Fuck off, you cunt!
That fucking money that I fucking earned, that money's mine.
It's nothing to fucking do with you, right?
We're supposed to be working together, mate.
I'm not your fucking mate. Get out of my room.
Don't fucking talk to me again.
I fucking eat geezers like you at home.
Fucking eat them!
Get out, you cunt!
You want your money? There's your fucking money.
But the rest is fucking mine, you cunt.
Now fuck off. Fuck off.
What do you mean? Listen.
You ever tried looking after a fucking 6'4" psychotic yeti?
Mate, listen, the cunt's gotta go.
I can't have him wrapped around me.
He's a fucking liability.
Oi, remember me?
Hello, Pat.
You fucked me. You and Frank set me up.
We had a blinding thing going and you had me over.
We had nothing to do with it.
We wouldn't do a thing like that.
Frankie was really mad when he found out what happened.
- Is that right? - Yeah, of course it is.
Look, why don't you come with me,
we can unwind, then have that drink.
Frankie gets back tomorrow and you can straighten it all out.
What do you take me for? Some kind of cunt?
You really expect me to trust you?
Come on, Pat.
Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back.
Give me a kiss.
You're a fucking prick tease. Ain't you?
Fucking hurry up.
Pat, the fucking hard man.
Smashes a teenage kid half to death in Happy Eater.
Makes you a big shot, eh? Gives you respect.
Well, let me tell you, here's different.
This is the big league.
Somebody misbehaves here, we don't slap them around.
We kill them.
You are very ambitious and that'll get you killed quicker than anything.
Look, Frank, I'm not trying to kid you, here.
I came here to make up.
I can tell you're not interested,
so get one of them mugs outside drop me back down the port
and we'll forget everything ever happened.
No, the truth is, Patrick, you fucked around with a couple of my blokes
and that all turned really fucking nasty.
Them pair of cunts fucking asked for it.
We bought the fucking drugs and they tried to nick them back.
Are you fucking stupid?
Right now here you don't exist. You're an alien.
And as far as the fucking Spanish Old Bill is concerned,
they love it when gangsters start killing one other.
They don't even bother to investigate.
They couldn't give a flying fuck.
Listen to me, you stupid fucking arrogant looking cunt.
How about I kill you?
Like you said, I'm doing Old Bill a fucking favour!
Welcome to Gibraltar, cunt.
'Friends in Spain? Friends in fucking Spain?
'Don't talk to me about fucking friends in Spain.
'Don't make me fucking laugh!
'As far as I'm concerned,
'the whole country's a fucking no-good cunting shithole
'and anyone who's in it is a fucking no-good wrong'un cunt.
'Because what you don't understand, see,
'what you don't understand is loyalty.
'Loyalty and friendship means more to me
'than some fucking sunshine
'and cheap, cock-sucking slaggy brass.'
- Hello? - Charlotte.
Who do you think it is, you silly cunt?
You fucking had me over. Put Harris on.
Here's not here.
Don't give me that fucking bollocks. Put Harris on!
Why don't you call back when you've found your manners?
Listen to me... Back off, wait!
You tell that fucking soapy muggy cunt
I'm coming out there and I'm gonna fucking get him.
I can't wait to see you too, darling.
What you say? Fucking hold on a minute.
I'm terribly sorry they put you away. I wish you were here.
You fucking liberty-taking shit cunt.
Don't fucking talk to me like that.
Woman or no fucking woman,
I'll fucking tear your cunting face off!
I told you to wait, you cunt.
'As shit as prison life is, it does have its perks.
'No booze, no gear.
'Nothing to do all day apart from lift fucking weights.
'I was getting clean, back to my fighting weight.'
Alright, Lewis. Message from Mad Dog.
He says you ain't king of fuck all no more!
Stay out of this, Pat. This is none of your business.
You start killing people in my gym it's my fucking business.
Your fucking gym? Who says it's your fucking gym?
I fucking do.
- Cunt, cunt, cunt! - Enough, enough.
You'll get us fucking nicked. Enough.
Cunt!
'Lewis Hexell was a face.
'He had half the screws on the payroll,
'and he even had the governor in his back pocket.'
- Lewis. - Pat.
- Thanks, Pat. - No worries, son.
I'm not in the drugs business directly as such.
I can't be dealing with the filth that control the in and out of the game.
Well, there's a lot of money to be earned.
If you're willing to demean yourself a little bit more,
but I'm talking fucking bundles.
I think of myself more as a facilitator.
What the fuck's a facilitator?
I put people together.
The right people, if it's in my interest.
Pat... Cop for that.
- How good's that? - It's pure.
- Are you earning with it? - I get a lot of money, Pat.
Listen, give me a chance and I'll get you a fucking lot more.
Alright.
Mickey!
Hey, Lewis. How you doing?
Heard you had a bit of a problem? You alright?
I'm alright. Thanks to my new friend, here.
- Pat, Mickey. - How you doing, Pat?
'Mickey Steele.
'He was one of the biggest importers of drugs in Essex.
'He was also the eyes and ears of the Hexell brothers.'
Any friend of Lewis's is a friend of mine.
That's good to know.
Listen, thanks for taking the time to come and see me
in this fucking shithole.
It's nice to see you. It's been a while.
Tony, let me ask you something.
Do you know the Hexell brothers?
Of course. Heavy duty.
Well, I'm in here with Lewis, the older one.
He's just finishing off his holiday.
I got a little bit more bird to do,
then I'm out and then we can go to work, seriously.
- What kind of work? - Drugs.
The best fucking quality you've ever laid your eyes on.
And once this shit is peddled in the Southend,
no one's gonna go anywhere else for it.
- Ecstasy? - Yeah, but not normal ecstasy.
- That is pure gear. - I doubt it.
I'm telling you. Try one.
- Well? - We need a fucking guinea pig.
What for?
Pat Tate wants us to go into business.
What you think?
I mean, he's in fucking prison, so it ain't a good start.
- Fuck it, I'm gonna take one. - What the fuck you doing?
We know nothing about those fucking pills.
Fuck's wrong with you? How you gonna drive the motor
when that shit kicks in, you silly cunt?
Fucking ecstasy, Tone. It ain't fucking scag.
I could take this and fly a fucking plane,
with me balls getting sucked at the same time.
# Everybody wants to be somebody
# Everybody
# Needs somebody
# Everybody be somebody #
Oh, fuck it.
- Wanna chip? - No.
No, fuck the chips!
- Fucking Jesus. - Want some cheese?
You're some sort of cunt, ain't you? Talking to me?
You're off your fucking nut!
It's kicking in then, yeah?
I don't even wanna fucking come down.
Fucking have it!
Serious. No, listen to me. Educate me, Mick, please.
I wanna know about this fucking drug running game.
Well, Jack here, he organizes all the permits,
the paperwork that gets us into Holland.
'Looks after the boat, makes sure it runs sweet.
'All the bits and pieces, you know?'
- I'm the details man. - Yeah.
Without details, Pat, you end up all at sea, literally, right?
Turns you into a weather-obsessive,
cos it can turn from a millpond into a Force-8 just like that.
Hold on a minute.
- Jimmy fucking G. - Fucking hell, Pat.
What are you doing here?
You remember that fucking thing with that Joss and Luke?
Well, it turns out I was fucking right. They set me up.
So how long you got to go?
Two months, three weeks, couple of days and a few naughty hours.
You got a fucking result, mate.
You'll be out before you know it.
Hey, look.
I don't know if you know, but that Joss's firm,
he's looking at taking over all of the fucking clubs on the strip.
They're gonna monopolize on everything.
Yeah, but that just depends on one thing, doesn't it?
How much muscle they got wrapped around them.
Well, they're pretty fucking heavy duty by all accounts.
That's fixable.
Pat... What cell you in?
On D wing, last cell at the end on the ones.
Listen, we got some agg down in Southend.
A couple of geezers making theirselves fucking busy,
trying to muscle in and ruin the party for everyone.
This is gonna affect us all, Mick.
Yeah, well, the loud ones never last, Pat. You know that.
Fucking blown.
Joss, some geezer wants a word.
- You alright? - You look nervous. What's up?
My boy, seems he stole some drugs,
a bag of pills or something.
I don't know, I don't understand all these things,
but I do know he shouldn't have.
Look, mate, I understand your problem with kids these days.
I mean, we deal with it on a daily basis, right?
- Where is he now? - He's outside.
Just wants to come in, say he's sorry and try and sort this out.
Go get him in. Relax.
It's in my interest to sort things out, right?
I mean, I'm the one who's out of pocket.
Ask and it shall be given to you.
Seek and you shall find. Matthew, verse seven.
Hallelujah.
Move your arse.
Here. Sit down.
Look, son. I've listened to your dad.
And the fact that you've come here
to face up to it, well, that bodes well.
But stealing? Well, that's a crime.
I mean, the law says so,
and fuck me if Jesus Christ doesn't say so, too.
But stealing from me,
well, that's the worse crime you could commit.
Now, I could've finished him off,
but Jesus said thou shalt not kill.
Every time you look at your fucking hand
you'll have a little reminder never to steal again!
- I come bearing gifts, boys. - Where the fuck did you get it?
Come on, Patrick. What do I do for a living?
Get in here and shut the door. Make sure we're good.
Fuck me, double prepared.
What a beautiful sight. That's a fucking line.
No, no, no, Pat. Not my poison.
Now, if that was a Jameson's over ice,
break your arm off for it.
I'll tell you what, that is fucking good.
- That's fucking beautiful. - Oh.
That's fucking quality. That is quality.
Quality? I'm gonna go and get some quality food.
I'm hungry.
Mick, that's the last fucking thing I want to do.
Look, finish it up. I'll walk with you.
Wait, wait, wait.
You know the funny thing is?
I nearly knocked that shit on the head.
I've had a sniff two or three times
in maybe fucking two years.
- Fair play to you. - Whoa, whoa. Hold on a minute.
What's up?
That is a real creeper.
I'm gonna go back and have a wank.
Tell me, how are you, okay?
- No. - What's the matter?
It's always tough seeing you in here.
I know it is, but did you bring the money?
- I don't know... - Kate.
Listen to me. Did you bring the fucking money?
- Yes or no? - Yeah, yeah.
Slide it through under the table.
You're gonna follow me through that door over there.
'Me and Kate had been together for years.
'She knew what I was and what I am,
'and always had the good sense to look the other way
'whenever I fucked about.
'She never seemed to care, but she was a party girl.
'I mean, a proper fucking party girl.'
Right, you got ten minutes. Don't hang about.
We won't.
What're you doing?
- What the fuck's it look like? - I thought you were clean.
Kate, have you got any idea
how long the fucking hours take to pass in this place?
- I know it must be hard. - Hard?
How would you fucking know? You're not doing the time.
See this gear?
This gear seriously burns into the fucking hours.
It's like a fucking time machine.
And I set the clock to 1994. I'm gonna be out of here
- before you fucking know it. - Not a good idea.
You were doing so well.
Yeah, well, now I'm doing even fucking better,
so have a line and get on the cunting plane.
I can't, Pat. It's not for me no more.
This is fucking good stuff.
'When a stone-cold fucking cokehead
'refuses a fat line of gear,
'you don't need to be Miss Cunting Fucking Marple
'to realize there's something fucking seriously wrong.'
You know I tried to get off of this. I tried.
You look good.
Get up.
Get out of them knickers.
Keep your legs together and stick your bum out.
Stick your bum out. That's it. That's it.
Don't look at me like that.
- I'm not. - Yes, you are.
You have any idea,
any idea what it's taken me to fucking organize this?
Have you?
Now I look at you and you've got that fucking look on your face.
You're ungrateful. You're fucking ungrateful.
'That was the first shag I'd had in years,
'and she was about as lively as a fucking corpse.
'I'm telling you something now.
'You ask me, this girl has got her mind on something else.
'Or someone.'
Feel better?
- Taffy! - Hey...
Tell Pat that's nothing compared to what he's gonna get.
Alright, alright, I don't want no trouble.
You fucking prick!
What are you lot fucking staring at?
- So who's this fucking Mad Dog? - Haven't had the pleasure yet.
I had a row with a couple of the geezers
he's got wrapped around him.
I don't why I've been brought into this.
What'd you think? They saw you with me.
- So you're now a target. - Oh, fucking great.
Look, Jim, no matter how you look at this,
we've now got enemies on both sides of the fence.
- So what are we gonna do? - Time will tell.
Please, God, no.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.
- And it's mine? - What do you mean is it yours?
Of course it is.
Kate, we was only together one fucking time.
That's all it takes.
You look me in the eye
and tell me you ain't been with fucking no one else.
Promise.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.
It's just this fucking place is doing me nut in.
You don't have to worry about me, okay?
- Where you going? - I've organized the room again.
- No. No thanks. - What?
You serious?
About not being bent over a table
and fucked for ten seconds? Yeah, I am.
I don't understand.
I'm not the same girl I was when you got put in here.
I've changed, I've had to. And you have to too, Pat.
I didn't realize it upset you that much,
going back to that room before. I thought you liked it.
Well, clearly you've lost your manners in here, Pat.
We're having a baby and you're gonna be a father.
So act like one.
I will.
- Present for you. - What is it?
Steroids, the best.
Just what I needed, much appreciated.
- That fucking gear you gave us. - I told you, didn't I?
That shit fucking hit the nostalgia buttons, mate.
I ain't had gear like that for five fucking years.
There is one thing I need from you.
- Always is. - And it's a deal breaker.
That Joss and that Luke,
that little firm has gotta go, mate.
You don't wanna sort it out?
Not in a million fucking years.
Me and you wanna put Southend and Basildon
on the map, in the big time.
Them pair of cunts don't figure in the bigger picture.
So why should I risk all this for you?
Cos I'm gonna make you famous.
That Mad Dog and his band of cunts ain't fucking silly.
They're doing exactly what I'm doing.
They're playing a fucking waiting game.
Listen, I'm out of here, Pat.
Day after next, I'm breathing free fucking air again,
so if we're gonna hit them, we need to do it now, tonight.
We got to fight this on two fronts.
I need you on the outside.
You're gonna get a chance of getting them cunts back
who put you in here.
Believe me when I say Joss' little firm
has had its fucking day.
All his mates are out now, gaffer.
Don't be too fucking sure about that.
Gotta do him. Make him pay.
So, you finally decided to show yourself.
I mean with a name like fucking Mad Dog,
you been pretty mellow up until now.
I been in fucking solitary thanks to your new mate, Lewis.
- Where we going with this? - Meaning?
I mean we really got to go through this whole bollocks?
He was bang out of order what he did to Cokey and Steamboat.
It's gotta be paid for.
Listen to me, Jimmy's paid a fucking heavy price.
He's lucky that silly cunt didn't kill him.
Got your attention, didn't I?
Look I'm here, I'm standing in front of you, I'm putting me hand out.
Let's just fucking move on, let bygones be bygones.
- I'll think about it. - What's that mean?
It means I'll fucking think about it.
- I need an answer. - No, you want an answer.
So, you'll have to sweat a little bit longer, Pat, eh?
But you'll find out soon enough, one way or another.
- Is that him? - Yeah, that's the cunt.
Come on, let's fucking get him!
Don't make me run, you cunt!
Where you going, you fucking mug?
No, Tony. Put the fucking television down!
- My fucking television! - Shut up and sit down!
Get this piece of shit out of here now.
- You fucking cunt! - No, please.
- Get up. - What?
I said stand up.
Listen, I'm sorry about that, alright?
Take that.
And keep your fucking mouth shut, you understand?
Give us one of them Wilbur Smith jobs.
Now you're fucking Dead dog.
Told you to fucking let it go, didn't I? Eh?
But you won't fucking listen.
Here's Tony!
Fucking come here.
Fucking stay there, you!
I left you till last.
Come on, Kate, you can do it.
One more push, one more push.
It's a little girl.
I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing, Tony,
but you ain't gonna fucking get away with it.
I know people, yeah. You don't have a fucking clue.
Yeah, I do, you fucking grass. You're coppers' best friend.
"I'll grass everyone up as long as you leave me alone."
Let me tell you something, you cunts.
You won't be telling anybody fuck all!
You got the wrong idea. We can sort it out, alright?
I mean, you know I've got connections.
We could do stuff.
You could work on the clubs and then we could...
We could, I could... You could run the doors.
I mean, we could be a team.
This sounds fucking great, boys, doesn't it?
But you know something? I'd rather take up roadsweeping
than work with you, you fucking cunt.
We know what you said, you fucking grass.
And you know something? We got some important friends.
And they don't fucking like you.
They said it's only a matter of time
before you drop us all in the fucking shit and move on.
- Trust me, Tony. - Trust you?
I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire.
- No, you got it all wrong. - Here, Tone.
My boys are gonna fucking rip you apart.
Who? Terry and Andy?
No, mate, that's where you're wrong.
They've switched sides to the winners.
Thing is, Joss, you think you're top dog around these parts,
Pat Tate banged up, Old Bill in your pocket.
Anyone that comes up against you, you just grass up anyway.
You little fucking rat cunt.
I heard that you even quote the Bible, talking about Jesus
as you're fucking up some kid, ruining his life.
Maybe you think you are Jesus.
We all know what happened to him, don't we?
Very reminiscent of a Caravaggio.
So...
I've got three statements naming you.
- No, you don't. - They named you.
All three of them.
You don't know how it works, do you?
I mean, not from that side of the desk.
Well, perhaps in your worldly wisdom,
you can enlighten me.
The only way to survive in here,
and I mean the only way to survive,
is to never, ever grass.
But somehow you expect me to believe that not one,
but three inmates broke that sacred law.
- Get the fuck out of my office! - Yes, sir.
What's up, Sam? Why the secret meet?
You look lovely. Take a seat.
Well, thanks for coming.
We need to talk.
Before Pat went away, he asked me to look after you,
make sure you was alright, keep an eye on you.
Well, I have.
I understand, Kate, I really do.
You're an attractive young woman and you have your needs,
but think of the consequences.
If not for yourself,
then for your lover.
If Pat finds out, and he will, they always do,
he will kill him.
Bye, Sam.
Finish it, Kate.
Look, Kate, you don't understand.
They're fucking me about all day.
They're talking about fucking six o'clock.
If it's six o'clock, then, you know...
Listen to me. I ain't got the hump.
Just fucking slow down a second,
listen to what I'm trying to say to you.
I don't know. As soon as I know, you'll know.
Of course I'm excited to see you. Yeah.
I love you, too. I'll see you tomorrow.
Okay, I'll see you then.
'Prison definitely changes a man.
'All those years inside and you realize
'what's important in life.
'My new baby, cos I swear to God,
'no more fucking distractions.'
- Oh, fucking hell. - Come on, get in the car.
Listen. Don't take this the fucking wrong way, but...
it's lovely to see you but I've got someone picking me up.
- Cocaine. - Brasses.
Get in the car. In the car!
You cunts, it's fucking raining. Come on, then go.
Oh, here we go! Fuck it!
You're gonna see Daddy today, baby girl.
# Free to feel good
# Everybody's free #
Fuckin' love you.
- Can I help you, love? - I'm here to pick up Pat Tate.
He left. He signed out, sorry.
Let me say something to you, and I mean this, seriously.
- I love you two. - I love you, too.
You're my best friend.
And we are gonna fucking take over this fucking town.
# Everybody's free
# To feel good
# Everybody's free
# To feel good... #
Oh, come on, I love you.
Tone, listen to me. Oi!
What the fuck? Whoo-hoo-hoo.
Gonna slip off with that bird. Pick me up in the morning.
Oh, look at you, you dirty fucker.
Good luck, mate. You'll fucking need it.
Call me later.
Go on, mate.
- Fuck off, Pat. - Kate, Kate!
Just let me fucking explain.
Don't fucking walk away from me. Just fucking talk to me.
What do you want, Pat? It's over.
You couldn't even wait for me and your daughter at the prison gates.
So you can fuck off with your mates,
getting high, drinking, whatever fucking else.
You've had years in prison, Pat.
You're no different now to when you went in.
I, like a fucking idiot, thought you might fucking change.
You're fucking seeing someone, aren't you?
I can tell by your fucking face, the way you're acting.
Concerned, are we?
As it happens, I was seeing someone.
For a short time, didn't amount to much,
because like a silly cow, I ended it.
Because I had a husband in prison who I wanted to wait for and I thought I loved.
What's his fucking name? Who is he? You fucking tell me.
Why? So you can find him and beat him to a pulp?
Make you feel better?
Just go. It's over.
I'm sorry, alright?
You're right in what you're saying.
You're right and I'm wrong.
I brought all this on myself, I know it.
But listen to me, I'm begging you.
Kate, I need your help.
I've got nowhere to go, nowhere.
Please just let me stay for a few days. I, uh...
I'll sleep on the armchair. I'm begging you.
Listen, I won't come near you, I won't touch you, I promise.
And I know that I don't deserve this.
Please, can I hold our daughter for one second?
Here's your dad.
She's beautiful.
That's your beautiful Mum over there. See her?
See, see?
I'll make some tea.
Hello, Pat. It's Tony. Yeah.
I'm just gonna put you on loudspeaker, mate. Hang on.
- Where are you? - What do you mean, where am I?
I'm at home. Where do you think I am?
- Where's Kate? - She's out with the kid.
What, you think I strangled and buried her in the garden?
You and her are sweet, yeah?
I thought she'd have fucking killed you, mate, to be honest.
Well, my feet are under the table, put it that way.
But listen, mate.
She was seeing someone while I was away
and I need to fucking find out who.
Yeah, erm...
I know, we knew, but we're gonna put a stop to it.
What d'you say?
You're telling me you cunts fucking knew about it
and no one told me?
You were inside, mate. I mean, what was the point?
Anyway, it didn't go anywhere,
so why not let sleeping dogs lie, eh?
How did you find out?
She told me when she was throwing me out.
- Brave girl. - Listen to me carefully.
You find that cunt.
And when you do, you let me know.
Cunt!
- Pat, we got hold of him. - What's he fucking look like?
Don't know, mate. Pretty fucking ordinary.
Looks like fucking nonce to me. What do you want done with him?
I'll tell you what I fucking want done with him.
Cut his cock and bollocks off and put them in his mouth.
So he don't fuck no one else's bird.
Done.
What's your name?
- Adrian. - Adrian.
- And where you from, Adrian? - London.
London? Ooh.
Now I want you to listen to me very carefully, Adrian.
We've all pulled birds before.
But you...
You've been very unlucky.
You see, Kate's husband, our friend, is a psychopath.
I've seen him cut off a man's face
just for looking at her the wrong way.
In fact,
do you mind if I borrow that a moment, Tone?
Not at all, Sam. Be my guest.
- Thank you. - Pleasure.
He wants us...
...to relieve you of your testicles
and send them back to him in a little box.
Now, what do you think I should do, Adrian?
Please.
Please, I beg you. Please.
You know what? I think today's your lucky day.
Now I suggest you go back to London
and never come within 30 miles of Southend ever again.
Do I make myself clear?
So you sorted out that cunt, then, yeah?
Yeah, I sorted that cunt. You'll never hear from him again.
That's all you need to know. Now forget it.
Listen, thanks, I appreciate it,
but it fucking kills me. Kills me.
The fucking thought that she'd even fucking fuck about on me.
We don't know that she has, mate.
You've been away for five fucking years.
What d'you expect, Mother fucking Teresa?
She's a good girl, that Kate.
If it was me, what would you fucking say?
I'd say get over it. You little fat poof.
- You fucking cunt. - I'd say get over it!
You fat poof!
Boys, the garage, sugar, now.
I'll just talk to him. Excuse me?
Can you move, please?
- Traffic is terrible... - I'm late. I need petrol.
Excuse me. What do think you're doing, parking like this?
What you talking about? I ain't even fucking driving.
Fucking selfish. Other people need petrol, too, you know.
Who are you? Do you fucking live around here?
Dad, oh, my God!
Cunt thinks he's a fucking traffic warden!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
You animal! I'll have you locked up!
Pat, you animal.
Fucking silly old cunt, anyway.
'Me and Tony took over Joss and Luke's old club.
'And the world was at our feet.
'We had the doors, we had the drugs, we had the muscle.
'And it was all going perfectly.'
I caught him pushing pills.
You know the fucking rules.
Empty your pockets, all the drugs and the cash, then you can go.
But you ain't getting back in here again, understand?
Now fuck off, you little mug!
Fuck off, yeah! Fuck off! Fuck off!
Come on, you fucking cunt. Come on!
'Then that soppy cunt Kenny
'had to go and rock the fucking boat.'
Fucking hell, Ken. He's fucking out of it.
We need to call an ambulance.
Get rid of that, quick.
We was inside, heard a scuffle,
come out and this is what we found, alright?
But when he wakes up he's gonna say something different.
He ain't saying fuck all. He's dead.
Fuck him.
'Dead bodies made a lot of noise.
'The last thing we needed was the Old Bill sniffing about.'
The Old Bill are swarming all over the fucking club.
They're interviewing the customers, the staff.
- It's a fucking nightmare. - How does that affect us?
It's their club and we run the fucking door.
The real problem for us is that fucking spade who died
is wrapped round some fucking firm from Brixton.
This is bad.
Got the fucking Yardies onto us now.
Fuck them.
We go down there first and we nip it in the bud.
We get new doormen and we go down there firm handed
and we fucking smash them. That's what we do.
You'll never learn, will you?
You lot wanna slow down. Think of the business.
That's exactly what I'm fucking doing.
'You don't get points for backing down in this game.
'Sam just didn't have the vision.
'The reason I'm gonna last forever in this business
'is because I'll take on the fucking world if I have to.'
So, Mickey...
More problems round your way, I hear.
Another dead body.
Pat Tate and his mates need reeling in a bit.
Get it stopped, Mickey, or I may have to step in.
If those Yardies are doing drive-bys,
I say we stay well clear of them.
That's a shame, because I got myself tooled up with a gun.
A what?
A fucking gun? Craig, you know the drill.
We don't take a gun anywhere, mate.
You take a gun somewhere, you're gonna end up using it.
I ain't got any bullets.
We can still get a tug from the Old Bill, Craig.
But I've had the firing pins taken out.
Hold on a minute, let's get this fucking straight.
You've got a gun that's got no fucking bullets.
But if you was to get hold of some bullets for the gun,
the gun still ain't gonna fucking work
because you got no firing pin.
There's something fucking wrong with you, you silly cunt.
You're not well.
- You alright, Mick? - Alright, lads.
What's so important you couldn't talk on the fucking phone?
I've been in some meetings in London
with some very serious people.
They asked me to bring back a message to you.
Things are getting a little out of order down here
and you need to tone it down.
Don't know what you mean. We run nightclubs not Sunday schools.
You're gonna get aggravation from time to time.
I understand that, Tony, but what you don't understand is
the Old Bill are getting involved in a big way.
They've got a fucking great big fat fuck-off file
with your names on it.
- You're in the frame... - Fuck the Old Bill.
We're not interested.
Look, Mick, I know they have to play it by the book,
but we're fucking protected round here.
This is our area. No one's grassing on us.
- Yeah, no one grasses on us. - Shut up, Craig.
Alright, well... I've done my job. I warned you.
I heard you.
Yeah, right, okay.
Look, whatever way you cut it,
everyone's got the needle with us and they're concerned.
But we're making money.
We're getting hold of bundles of dough.
So, I say, fuck them cunts in London,
and we crack on as per usual.
'Mickey Steele was fucking right.
'The Old Bill were fucking crawling all over us.
'And with those cunts Joss and Luke out of the picture,
'Southend was becoming like the fucking Wild West.
'Every cunt was fucking robbing each other.
'We had to put a stop to it, and show these cunts
'who was the governor running the fucking show around here.
'Even fucking Jimmy G. turned us over, the dirty cunt.
'Nothing's gonna fucking stop me.
'It's like I said...
'I'll take on the fucking world if I have to.
# Bleeding heart of mine
# Flows like claret on a tray
# Different times and different people #
Alright, Kenny?
George, get Kenny a drink.
- You alright mate? - No, it's not alright.
It's gone fucking mad out there, mate.
- It's getting scary. - Tell me about it.
I just been chased by two geezers with guns.
Listen to me, Kenny. It's all gonna end in tears.
Do you understand what I'm telling you?
What you think I should do?
I got a pal in Glasgow, owes me a favour.
He'll look after you.
Get you some work on the doors, eh?
But you keep your nose clean, yeah?
Yeah.
He'll protect you.
I'll make the arrangements.
Thanks, Sam. Really appreciate it, mate.
There she is.
Southend. You know something?
We must never, ever forget this is where it all started.
Let's have a little reckon-up here. It's gotta be...
To my knowledge, it's gotta be eight to ten clubs
we now got the fucking doors to.
Yeah, we got the whole fucking area sewn up.
Fucking dough's rolling in.
Long as we keep getting the gear, we're fucking sorted.
Don't worry about that, cos Mickey Steele's got
a fucking big consignment coming in from Amsterdam.
Boys, we need to get into the rave scene. It's gonna be big.
You're right, Rolfie, it's gonna be massive,
I'm already making plans.
Listen. I've always said this.
We are gonna earn fucking millions.
And you know why we're gonna earn fucking millions?
- Why? - Cos we're the fucking bollocks.
And no cunt can touch us!
# Motivating rhythm of life with a healing rhythmic synergy
# Motivating rhythm of life
with a healing rhythmic synergy
It may be that the shooting has occurred
over higher drugs dealers
trying to find a greater position of power.
# Heaven knows what life may bring
# There could be blue skies through the rain
# And I know I must find my way
# So come on, help me to release my soul today
# Won't you help me
# Help me through this pain
# Cuts like a knife, burns like acid rain
# Come on, help me
# Help me to release my soul
# Nobody knows which way, which road to go #