# And they called it puppy love
# Oh, I guess they'll never know
# How a young heart really feels
# And why I love her so
# And they called it puppy love
# Just because we're 17
# Tell them all, please tell them it isn't fair
# To take away my only dream
# I cry each night
# My tears for you
# My tears are all in vain
# I hope and I pray
# That maybe someday
# You'll be back in my arms once again
# Someone help me, help me, help me please... #
We're gonna be husband and wife in less than an hour.
# Is the answer up above
# How can I... Oh, how can I tell them
# This is not a puppy love
# Someone help me, help me, help me, please #
Here, mate? You marrying that bird?
- Sorry? - I said, you marrying that bird?
Yeah.
- Let me smash her back doors in. - Grow up, you silly little wanker.
You wanna keep that cunt on a fucking leash or she'll be eating through a straw.
- You shouldn't have said anything. - You should have said it for me.
Oh, fuck.
What's the matter? Shall I call the police?
They won't do anything.
Fuck. Fuck.
Come on.
Fuck.
- Oh, fuck. Fucking hell. - What? What? No...
- It's gonna be all right, it's all right. - Gene...
I'll go and talk to 'em.
Fucking hell...
Listen, boys. We ain't done nothing. What do you want?
What do you want, money? Want a bit of dough?
Stop it! Stop it!
Stop it! Leave him alone! Stop it!
Stop it!
Oi!
Do it.
You can't shoot me. You ain't fucking got it in you.
'Controversy in Whitehall after a leaked government file
'which shows the extent of Gulf War Syndrome was made public.
'The report concludes that several hundred troops returning from Iraq... '
- Do you wanna lift? - Pilates. You look terrible.
- So would you if you'd had my dreams. - Seen my red Prada wash bag?
No.
- Love you. - Love you.
'Troops feel as if they've been betrayed by their own country
'and left to rot when returning home from the war. '
All right, lads?
- Hello, soldier. - Oi-oi.
Fucking wanker.
Look at him, the pikey.
- Hello again, soldier. - Nice bag, mate.
What do you fucking want?
Look at me, chief.
You what?
- Want some, eh? - Come on, boys. Let's slip.
I would have had him.
I could have taken him. I should have taken him.
I do. I have my phone, I have my key... I don't have my keys.
- Thank you very much. - Have a good day.
You too. Look after my boy. Look after Mummy.
See ya.
- See ya later. - Bye.
- Good morning. - All right?
You know, my wife says the reason why you won't come in and have coffee
- is because we're black. - What?
She says it proves that all police are racist.
I'm joking, Walter.
Lighten up.
'... knives during robberies, muggings and attacks on strangers.
'Ln other news, the trial of feared criminal Terrence Manning continues.
'Manning's accused of heroin trafficking and manslaughter... '
Mr Monroe. How are the witnesses looking?
They're looking good, Sergeant Greaves. If they all turn up.
I hope so. They're all we've got.
Don't you worry. You won't be seeing Manning for a while.
Well done. I'm counting on you.
- There is something about him. - Course there is.
He's ten years younger than me and he's made Sergeant in the Flying Squad.
What am I?
All due respect, I'm driving a barrister around.
- What are you saying, Walter? - Most police couldn't lie in bed straight.
Do you want a coffee?
Ribena. I'm going to the gents.
- See you in court three. - Yeah, OK.
How long's she got to go?
I beg your pardon. Who?
Your wife. I noticed she's pregnant.
I'm sorry, but if you're making some kind of threat towards me...
You're fucking right I am.
Walk away from the Manning case or the kid won't see his first birthday.
I'm af... I can't just walk away.
Don't bother buying candles, then.
If I could draw your attention to pages 16 and 17 of your bundle, Your Honour,
you should find two diagrams depicting the layout of Mr Manning's club
labelled H and J.
There's been a suggestion made by the prosecution
that the room to the right...
Critics of the government have raised new concern over yob culture
after teenagers that attacked Cambridge politics student Sandy Mardell
were released from Belmarsh prison before Mardell had left hospital
having had several months of corrective facial surgery.
Laurence Forest, Jamie MacDermott and Tommy White
were released today having served just six months of a one year sentence
for grievous bodily harm against Sandy Mardell.
Mardell was beaten to within inches of his life in a horrific, unprovoked attack.
'I think they thought I was gay
'because the last thing I remember is one of them spitting on me,
'calling me a queer so-and-so... '
His assailants were released early on the grounds that it was a first offence.
Mardell's father, a retired army captain, called this...
"... a sad day in the breakdown of law and order in this country. "
Excuse me.
You scared the life out of me.
Room 313. Where is it?
Um... Back down past the lift. Second door from the right.
Thank you.
I wish I could, but I'm only the agent.
- 'OK. Let's do it. ' - Great. You won't regret it.
I'll email you the contract and tell Bertle he's on his way.
'Your round soon, eh? I'll get those tickets to you. '
- OK. I'll speak to you soon. - 'All right, bye. '
OK. Bye.
- What's that, then? - Honeymoon in the Maldives.
- What are you doing tonight, Frank? - Dunno. Not much. Might go boxing.
Hello, Intelligent Solutions. Frank speaking.
Oi, Dekker. I heard you just closed Bertle.
Sling me a bone. He's my pal.
It's my deal.
Fucking won't be. I'll pull him out.
I'll think about it.
It's on you, Dekker. Watch your back.
See you later.
Elizabeth Emanuel wedding dress, the one you liked.
Two weeks at the health spa in the Maldives, the one you liked.
How weird's that? This is the same place where I had that dream the other night.
It says here I should order this now.
Unless we fancy driving into town at the weekend.
Here, mate. Is that an M3?
Fucking hell. Fuck this.
- What's wrong with you? - Sorry.
- Listen, mate. I'm so sorry. - What's the matter with you, cunt?
Sort your fucking driving out, you cunt!
- State of him... - Baby?
OK, OK, OK...
Morning.
Just in case.
Listen. What do we really know about Manning?
About the people around him. Is he capable of getting to me?
- Ease up. What's the matter with you? - Just call it professional curiosity.
I just need to know about these people.
And if there's something you think...
What does it matter what I think? I'm just a driver.
But if you have your suspicions, shouldn't you tell someone?
Who? The police?!
Cedric?
You back, babe?
Put down the knife.
We just wanna talk to ya.
Tell your husband to back away from the Manning case.
Tell him yourself, you coward!
No! No!
Get off me! Get off me!
- No! Get off me! - Give me the fucking knife!
Get off me!
I must point out the room has never been used as an office by Manning.
But instead as a storage space
to house our client's extensive collection of vintage model racing cars
numbering in excess to 1,400.
You getting in?
I've seen inside your room, sir.
Yeah? What did you see?
Would you like a cup of tea?
AK-47 s, Remingtons, Glocks, Sigs.
I'm guessing you were in the army. You can't get that on the street
unless you're friendly with the Taliban.
I wanted to be in the army. They wouldn't let me. Got a criminal record.
In the TA for a while. Got kicked out of there.
Got a bit heavy with one of the NCOs.
Fucking Black thought he was Rambo.
Came unstuck with me, though.
Here, talking about Blacks, guess what's happened to an old barrister of mine.
No?
Someone's only gone and stabbed his pregnant missus in the stomach.
Killed their baby. How sick's that?
People like us... We wouldn't stand for it, would we?
I'd kill them with my bare hands.
What did you do?
Didn't do nothing. He was my barrister years ago. Something about football.
- I just heard about it. - No, I mean, what do you do?
Here?
Head of security. Good job. I like it.
Here, look, I wanna show you something. You're a soldier.
You'll like this.
Rigged it all up myself. No one else knows about it.
Both got a secret, you and me.
It's a dirty fucking world.
I've seen things happen in these rooms you wouldn't have seen as a soldier.
Trust me.
You could stay here if you wanted.
I'm married.
I'm not a queer if that's what you think. I just meant you could stay here.
Use the camp bed whilst you sort yourself out.
It's up to you.
What's the matter, mate? You look really upset.
I pissed you off?
- No. - Is it me? Have I pissed you off?
It's all right. I'll be fine. I just need to get my head down, all right?
Maybe I'll see you soon, eh?
I could call your missus for you, if you want.
Let her know where you are.
- 'Hello, Mardell speaking. ' - Sir. It's Bryant.
'Bryant. How are you? '
I need to see you, sir.
'OK, well, come over in the morning. '
Yes, sir.
Goodnight, soldier.
It's beautiful, sir.
Beats Kandahar.
Now, what's on your mind, Bryant?
Is everything OK at home?
Yeah.
Then why did you come here?
It's just... I don't know. I don't see the point, sir.
You know? Being over there and then coming home.
It's almost worse here.
You're a soldier. It's your job. What do you want, sympathy?
No, but I wanna do something, you know?
I don't wanna be just another face in the crowd,
otherwise what was I doing out there?
I wanna... I wanna be remembered.
That'll be Sandy.
How is he, sir?
He never even made it back to Cambridge.
Talk to him, Bryant.
He liked you.
What would you do to them if you could find them, Sandy?
They go around wrecking lives.
And when they get caught, they get a slap on the wrist. If it were me, I'd...
Help me.
Thanks, Sarge.
There was a man, Walter.
He followed me into the toilet and he threatened me. Told me to walk away.
I can't prove it.
So it will never come to light.
And Manning was in the same room as me when this happened to Marcia.
So how are we going to pin it on them?
We can't.
I mean, I should know. It's my job.
It was my wife.
They tried to kill my wife.
And they killed my baby.
Oh, God...
She's gonna pull through, Cedric. She's gonna be all right.
Yeah.
Can I help you?
My name's Hillier. You represented me a while back.
- How did you know where I live? - I work in security, remember?
These are for your loss.
Thank you very much, Hillier. That is... very kind of you.
Listen carefully. I know a man who can help you with what's just happened.
You call us on this number if you want to do something. It's up to you.
City boy. Yeah, it is a long time no speak.
Really?
Come to the hotel tomorrow at 5:00. Don't knock on the door.
OK.
That was the geezer I went to school with. Complete nutter.
- He knows people. - You're gonna get them done?
I'm gonna do something.
Oi, Dekker. Have you thought about our little deal?
Dan, please. Look at the state of me.
You've got a week. Otherwise you'll get ironed out again.
Right.
He'd be on the list as well. You watch, Frank.
He'll get served.
They didn't fuck about with you, did they?
That's why I'm here, Simon.
What do you need?
I dunno.
Yeah.
You know me, Gene. I'll get whatever you want.
How much?
What are you doing? Put it away. Don't work like that.
Put it away.
If you're gonna do anything, don't do it on your own.
I know people.
Mate of mine.
Fucking hurt there.
Can I meet him?
Yeah.
But if I set it up, I don't want you fucking about.
Hmm? Me and my mate, we go to work properly, understand?
So what now?
- 'Hello? ' - How can you help me?
- 'Come to the hotel I work at, 3:00am. ' - Where is that?
- 'Look in your files. Under Hillier. ' - I'll be there.
Good. And don't knock on the door.
- 'How can you help me? ' - 'Come to the hotel I work at, 3:00am. '
'Where is that? '
What am I doing here?
I'm a barrister, for Chrissakes.
You've got nowhere else to go.
I am really sorry.
I have to go. I can't do this.
- I am supposed to uphold the law. - But the law's failed you.
Thank you for seeing me, Mr Bryant.
You know where I am now.
- When did you get down here? - Day before yesterday.
Took Dad's car.
It's good you came. You should be proud of yourself.
Proud I can drive? Look at me.
Think I'm having a get-together this week.
Just a few like-minded people, you know?
Should er... Should come along.
To do what?
Nothing special. Maybe a bit of keep fit.
Good for you.
Even if you just say hello.
- I'm gonna go. - No, stay, it's OK.
I don't wanna be like this all my life.
I'm so sorry, Mr Monroe.
There's nothing more we could do.
Come in.
What are you doing here?
Eh?
I said what the fuck are you doing here? Why have you come here?
To learn how to fight.
Says who?
- Hillier said you'd teach us how to fight. - I can't teach you how to fight.
Because you already can.
It's already in you.
- Where are you going, Monroe? - I can't do this.
I...
Sorry to hear about your wife.
For fuck's sake, Monroe.
Think you wandered in here by mistake?
Deep down, you wanna stay,
because you've been abandoned by the powers that be.
There's nowhere else to turn. Get your shoes off and fall back in line.
Get AIDS,
or jump on a bus with a rucksack full of explosives,
the government will dish you out a free car,
but keep your head down, be good and walk without a limp,
and you get zip.
That's why you're all here.
You count for nothing.
And your cries fall on deaf ears. Same as me.
The only difference between us is I've got the confidence to fight back.
So how do we fight back?
I don't know yet.
But if you want to spend your life getting bullied and raped by cunts like Blair,
and having paedophiles wander the fucking playgrounds
while you smile mutely and pay your fucking taxes...
...then get out the door.
I wanna learn how to fight back.
So do I.
Me too.
Good.
No, you're wrong. You use the inside of your hand, not your fist.
Smack 'em on the nose, sends the nose bone straight up into the brain.
That will kill 'em instantly. Reckon you could do it?
I'd rather let Bryant do it for me.
And that will save you getting a 23 rec in prison.
How do you prefer to kill people, yeah? Up close and personal, bare hands,
or sniper rifle, 300 yards, bingo?
I'd rather get you to do it for me.
I'd be happy to.
I'm going to the toilet. Try not to kill anybody while I'm away.
What did I tell you, eh? Fucking out-there.
- He's completely insane. - Maybe. But he speaks sense.
Same again for everyone?
He's a fucking mug, huh?
If someone killed my family and I found 'em, I'd send 'em a fucking nail bomb.
No, it's a letter bomb. That's what you'd send.
Excuse me.
Why don't you look where you're going, you black cunt?
Do yourself a favour and fuck off before you get opened up like a tin of beans.
- What kind of fucking nutter are you? - Fuck off.
- What happened? - Nothing. Can we leave?
- What happened? - I spilt the drinks. I'd like to leave.
- Who started on you? - It was just some lads.
They called me a black 'C' and... Could we just leave?
- Who was it? - Doesn't matter.
Who is it? Eh?
It's the one with the dark hair and blue T-shirt.
- You call my mate a black cunt? - Who are you, you fucking mug?
- Wanna make one? - I'll fucking make one!
- I'll fucking make one. - Outside, all of you. Five minutes.
We'll fucking be there. He's gonna go, this cunt.
We're gonna fight 'em.
- Excuse me? - Come on, this is it.
For fuck's sake, Bryant. No way.
Come on, stand with me. We can do this. Don't fall away.
This is it. We can do it!
I'm with you, boss.
Right, come on.
Come on.
Now we're talking bollocks. Watch these smudges up here.
Come here.
- I'm going right through him. - Come and stand over here.
Eh? Fucking stand with me. Fucking stand with me.
You come here cos of them smudges.
Don't you fucking wanna...
Let's go. We're gonna get nicked.
Fucking saucy cunts. Come on. Let's go.
What?
You fucking know what.
- I was shitting myself. - So was I.
But at least I stood.
And Lord hold Marcia underneath your wing.
Guide her with your loving hands
through the passages of heaven.
Amen.
Come here.
Are you religious?
I stopped believing when I realised no one was listening.
Your lip's swollen.
I fell.
I've been listening to everything that's happened over the past few days.
- That's illegal. - So's what you've been doing.
- Where's Danny Bryant? - How the hell should I know?
Well, find him and tell him I wanna meet with him.
Otherwise I'll have you all nicked for assault.
I thought you were different.
Do you mind if we talk alone?
Para?
I was Engineers. Where did you serve?
Falklands, Afghanistan, Iraq. What the fuck does it matter?
If you wanna arrest me, get on with it.
Do you mind?
You know, two weeks ago,
some kids from our street...
They set fire to a 79-year-old woman
because she called the police.
After they tried to rob her, three times.
And do you know what the police said?
Paperwork.
I'm here to help you.
I heard what you said in the sports hall.
I wanna help ya.
I can get you sleeves on all Manning's people, the ones that hurt Monroe.
The ones that killed his family.
The law failed him.
We won't.
You get that right and I'll feed you paedophiles, dealers,
bullies, junkies, scum, cunts, dogs... the lot.
And on top of that,
I'll try and keep you one step ahead of the law.
Yeah?
This is my job. This is what they gave me after serving 25 years on the force.
I get to drive high-risk prosecution and collect CCTVs.
You wanna know why?
Because I play it by the fucking book.
You wanna hurt people like Manning, get the people around him.
What about the people that attacked Mardell?
You're on.
'Fuck you! You fucking fuck! '
We're one short tonight, gents.
Not everybody's got the appetite for it. Glad to see you do.
Now.
I'm gonna walk out that door in a minute. There is no training tonight.
The next time you see me, it'll only be if you're serious about doing this properly.
About putting something of substance together. Legitimate targets.
I'm talking about people that hurt you. I'm talking about fucking violence.
So go home and make a decision.
You're either with me or you're not.
If you are, I'll be at the hotel at midday tomorrow.
If you're not, forget you ever met me.