Hello, mate. It's me again.
Listen, mate, can you give me a call back, please?
Well, I'm just getting a bit worried.
So just give me a call back as soon as you get this message.
All right, mate. Ta.
It was the end of an era.
But before the murders,
the torture,
the beatings and the Ecstasy...
before all of that
there was football.
You see, football was where the spites
and the hatred first came from.
On those terraces...
well, it's where it all began for me.
I just turned 16, and I was already a naughty little fucker,
working my way up through the ranks.
I was West Ham, and for us,
football, fighting and fucking was our way of life.
And if you came down our manor, well, you're gonna get a slap.
And if we went over to you, well, we'd fucking turn you over,
'cause for us it was all about respect.
It was the same all over the place.
But you know what? We weren't trying to change the world.
We were just looking for a fucking tear-up.
Ladies and gentlemen... Bill Gardner.
He was West Ham's top boy,
an inspiration to us all.
There's your Bovril, Bill... nice and hot.
Come on then, Gardner!
I've waited all fucking year for you, you cunt!
Come o... ah!
Gonna need another one of those, lad.
Get us a meat pie and all.
Even though I was wrapped around violence,
I always had time for the ladies.
So I waltzed up to this bird
and I just put it on her...
"You all right, darling? Where you been all my life?"
And that was how I met Karen.
Beautiful Karen.
We got married two days after
I came out of Tottenham magistrate's court.
I had been up on a threatening behavior charge.
And I'd also gotten in a fight
at my stag do the night before
so, yeah, I looked a right fucking state.
So I was a married man,
but football was my mistress,
and I played away every weekend.
First round of the Cup when we played Fulham
and believe it or not, it kicks off,
and like fucking clockwork the Old Bill comes steaming in.
But behave yourself and what are you going to do, eh?
It's fucking war on the streets.
We were all over the papers the next day,
and they were going on about how we were
the biggest menace since the IRA.
But I mean what the fuck did we care?
We was just having a laugh.
Oh, Carlton, she is beautiful.
Yeah, of course she is... just like me.
Do you hear that? Just like your dad.
I'll fucking kill you!
I'll fucking do you in!
# There's gonna be a Borstal breakout #
# There's gonna be a Borstal breakout. #
We started calling ourselves the ICF...
the InterCity Firm.
and that's because we took the InterCity trains
to all the away matches rather than jumping on the old football specials.
And we dressed up smart, looked a little bit respectable.
You see, that way the Old Blue don't spot you.
Man U-fucking-nited and the bloody coach breaks down.
And to be fair to the driver, he did try and offer up an explanation,
but Paul wasn't having none of it.
We just about get there in time for the second half,
and then we go down 4-0 without fucking fighting.
- Screw you. - Speak English, you cunts.
Fuck off back to your campsite, you little cunts.
You saucy Northern cunts!
Let's fucking do the bastards.
Hey, come back here, you little punk!
I'll fucking kill you!
Right!
And there we go. Fuck me!
Just fallen for the oldest trick in the book.
Light it.
Come on!
ICF! ICF!
All right, darling?
You look a state, Carlton.
Red Army? Don't make me laugh.
Scruffy Manc cunts.
You had a good time then?
Yeah, we kicked their fucking heads in. It was classic.
But I was a mug.
Here I was with a girl who really loved me,
and you know the last time I said the words "I love you"
was to Eddie after five pints
down at a boozer in Canning Town.
And then suddenly I get this job offer out of the blue.
Turns out that Smalls nightclub is looking for a new doorman.
They've been having all kinds of trouble
from some local firm and they wanted someone
with a bit of weight to keep the peace.
What I'm trying to create here is what they call an environment.
Now you could usher the nice-looking birds to the front of the queue.
That's always a good start.
If you get the nice-looking birds,
then the geezers wanna spend their money.
You following me, Carlton?
Yeah yeah.
So, what we talking about, say 40 nicker a night?
Is that good with you?
Yeah, people tried it on,
but everybody got what they came for.
If you turned up looking for a drink and a couple of birds,
that's what you got.
But if you came in for anything else,
well, you'd end up with my fist in your face.
And if you came back with your little army wrapped around you,
well, I'd just have to get my metal bar out.
And if I caught you noncing in the toilet, well,
I won't think twice about stabbing you up the ass with a knife.
You see, when someone's out to make a name for themselves,
you have to rip 'em so hard that they never want to get up again.
Now this may seem a little bit harsh,
but in my world kindness is mistaken for weakness.
I want to talk to you.
I think there's a couple of doormen on the take.
I'm losing over 200 quid a week
and the only person who I know ain't on the fiddle is you.
So what are you saying?
Take control of the door. Get rid of this lot
and bring in whoever you think is good for the job.
More money...
more responsibility. What do you say?
So I fucked off the regular boys
and brought in a couple of my football mates.
They knew how to look after themselves and it was nice dough for them.
And now that no money was going missing,
we could do whatever we liked.
# I want you to know that I care #
# I'm so happy with you, that found me #
# That I'm sad that you're not there... #
- There you go, sweetheart. - Ta, babe.
You know what? I'd better get going.
Well, how about...
I jump into the back of your motor and suck your big cock?
Well, what could I do? She put it on me,
and I didn't want to hurt the girl's feelings.
# Sweet sweet kissing, I want you to hold me tight #
# And have you come whenever I call you #
# And let me walk you home at night. #
What's all that about, huh?
- Where you going? - Where have you been?
Well, I've been at work, ain't I?
I called the club. They said you left two hours ago.
- Yeah well, the car's playing up. - Again?
- Yeah. - Jesus Christ. Carlton, make an effort.
What you on about, eh?
Hey, I'm talking to you.
You know, make an effort.
Am I not worth it?
You can't even spend five minutes trying to hide it from me, can you?
Hide what?
Well, the smell of her perfume might be a good start
or the used condoms that I practically find daily
at the bottom of our car. I have to take them out
before I take Carly to nursery.
That's dirty, Carlton.
What are you bringing that up for, eh?
I mean, why do you have to start as soon as I get through the fucking door?
- We're over, Carlton. - What?
I want a divorce.
You can't, can you?
You know what?
No. You can either help me pack that car...
or you can just fuck off back to one of your dolly birds.
And so it went on.
Match day. Arsenal away.
My lot had gone up in front
and for some reason I'm stuck with a load of stragglers.
Now these cunts had been out on the piss the night before
and they weren't exactly up for an early start.
Fucking hell, it's Millwall!
Get up! The fucking Treatment! Get up! Get up!
We've got to do these cunts! Get up!
Come on then, you fucking wankers!
Get up! Come on, move move!
Life's all about moving forward.
You learn what you can and you crack on.
I've been running the terraces for over a decade.
Maybe this is my time to bail out gracefully.
The Old Bill were coming down hard anyway.
They had surveillance and undercover units.
It was getting fucking stupid...
there was more Old Bill at the game than there were supporters.
And they weren't slapping you on the wrist anymore.
They were handing out heavy jail sentences.
Yeah, I reckon I got out just in time.
I've been hearing good things about you, Carlton.
I got told this joint used to be a shithole.
- Yeah, it did, - Well, look at it now, eh?
Things seem to be ticking along nicely.
Why don't you come and clean up my joint?
Yeah? What's it like?
It's a den of cunts. I'm hoping you can change all that.
I want the '80s crowd... suits, briefcases,
nice-looking birds.
I'll be giving you carte blanche, son.
But the only problem was I didn't have
enough reliable cool-headed mates from football
to look after another door.
I needed fresh blood, and I knew exactly where to get ahold of it...
Talbot's gym. This ain't no place for showboaters,
This is where the meanest, hardest lumps
in East London come to workout.
The reason I'm down here is I'm starting up a door firm
and I need some lumps. If you want, I can sort you out five nights a week.
Yeah. I'll have some of that, yeah.
You fucking want some?!
Get my money by next week.
Oh yeah. Get in there!
Watch it.
You make me look like a cunt in front of the management!
- Oh, fuck you! - Every time I get you a gig
you're always fucking pissed! You're a total cunt!
No, you're the cunt! I'm gonna bring the lads back in and sort you out!
You're fucking dead!
Get the fucking lot of them, you wanker!
You want a proper job?
Hello, girls. How are you doing?
Fuck off.
You know, someone once told me
you're only as good as the people around you.
And you didn't get to work on my door
unless you could seriously handle yourself.
- Put me down, you wankers! - Watch him!
Hey! What are you doing?!
But I soon found out
running doors weren't the only way to make money.
There's more than one use for hired muscle...
guarding packages, minding drug deals.
Me and the lads got paid to make sure things went down as they should.
People don't mind laying out 10% for peace of mind.
It became bread and butter work for my firm,
but there was more to do than just babysitting.
People started coming to me for all sorts.
Yo, you want to start off here?
Oi!
Fuck!
Well, done, eh?
Now the rave phenomenon will have to go down in history
as being as important as the birth
of rock 'n' roll, punk or metal.
It all started with the acid house music in the late '80s.
These kids started putting on massive parties all over the place...
in factories, warehouses,
whatever they could get ahold of.
And if you was a farmer back then,
you'd wake up to find a fucking spaceship's
just landed in your field.
What's all about here then?
There's Millwall, Tottenham all over this place.
I keep waiting for it to kick off.
It's all the Ecstasy, Carl.
This lot will be doing nothing but loving each other all night long.
Have you checked with John and Terry? How's the door getting on?
They're all paying £20 to get in... with no bother.
I tell you... it's a fucking license to print money, isn't it?
You want to be a little more subtle about that, don't you?
Yeah, but love ain't subtle, mate.
Yeah well, neither am I, so you either put it out or I put you out.
- Do you understand? - You should have one.
You look like you need it. Don't worry, it's on me.
You're some sort of cunt, ain't you?
- I don't do drugs. - It's not a drug, mate.
This is love. Don't tell me you don't do love.
Yeah yeah yeah, love love love and all that fucking bollocks.
All right, you mad cunt. Go on, give me one.
But put the rest away! You understand what I'm saying to you?
Fuck it. Why not?
Everything all right, Carl?
I've only gone and taken one of those pills, ain't I?
Yeah, it was either that or give the kid a slap.
But I'm in a good mood, so I thought I'd let him off.
So what's it like?
Oh, it's rubbish, mate. It must be a dud.
I can't feel nothing.
You know, I still can't feel nothing.
Really?
Yeah, it's rubbish.
We go way back, don't we, Eddie?
Yeah, mate.
I'll tell you what, mate: You're a fucking brother to me you are.
Yeah, cheers, mate.
I fucking love you, Eddie. Fucking love you.
Oh, mate, I'm buzzing off my fucking nut here.
I've got to go and dance.
It was incredible...
the first time I'd ever touched drugs
and got as close to God as chemically possible.
The biggest crowd I'd managed before this was 300 strong
and 15 lumps just about managed to stop them from killing each other.
But everybody in here was in love.
I mean the drugs were breaking down social barriers.
Peace by Ecstasy...
even old Thatcher couldn't have dreamt that up.
# Boy, if my needs cause a storm #
# And your eyes say "Take me home" #
# You and I could spend a night of romance, really alive #
# But when the morning comes #
# Will I still want you? #
# Ooh, will I still want you? #
# Will I still want you? #
# Ooh, will I still want you? #
# Uh-huh, you can dance into my heart #
# But I know that's not the part #
# That you want to steal away #
# So when the morning comes #
# There'll be nothing left to say #
# Baby, let me love you for tonight #
# I've got to have your love #
# I really need it now #
# Baby, let me love you for tonight #
# I know you want my love #
# My love will treat you right #
# You know I want you, boy #
# We all need to love today #
# But the heart will surely pay #
# 'Cause the moment that our loving keeps from reaching the stars #
# Just say goodbye to me #
# And then nothing will remain. #
This stuff really was going to change the world.
I wanted to feel like that forever.
We all did.
Oh dear. A pint of your finest champagne, please, squire.
Look at this flash cunt giving it the old Roger Moore.
He feels he's right special, doesn't he?
He's definitely got a fucking problem.
Who, him? Looks like the fucking Honey Monster.
I know you, don't I?
- Do you? - Yeah.
- You're Carlton Leach. - What's your name then?
I'm Tony Tucker. We grew up near each other.
You and your lot used to play football with my mate's brother.
No, I don't remember that.
I've seen you about. You work out down at the gym, don't you?
So how long you been going down to Talbot's for?
Don't know. A couple of years.
You follow any kind of program?
Nah, I just lift when I feel like it.
You should have some direction, mate.
You want to lump up, then you've got to know a thing or two.
Take me... I'm not going full-on right now,
but I look after myself.
I take the right supplements and I sell them too...
the legal kind and the naughty stuff.
What is this, some sort of sales pitch?
Give over, I wouldn't charge you fuck-all.
I'm just telling you what I do.
I mean, I've heard of you. I know what you get up to.
I'm into the same game.
I feel it's always worth having something on the side, you know?
Oh yeah, I can see that.
- You want to join us? - Yeah, why not?
You'll fucking love 'em.
They're as thick as shit and fucking gagging for it.
You start off on creatine,
you increase protein and you work out hard.
But it don't last that long, 'cause you look at the other lads in the gym
and you think, "Hang on a fucking minute.
What's his secret?"
Anabolic steroids.
They help the body produce more protein
which in turn increases muscle mass
which means you can work out longer and harder.
I started off injecting Anavar...
fairly mild as steroids go.
Nothing could last forever
and club land was no different.
With the kind of money that was floating about,
it was only a matter of time before the dealers
started turning each other over.
Why go through all the effort and risk of importing the drugs yourself
when you can just go and rob some cunt who has?
- There he is! - Let's fucking do him!
Drive!
Now the dealers can hardly go to Old Bill,
so they go to the next best thing...
muscle for hire.
We started doing punishment as well as protection.
I mean, why not?
This is good. You ever used one of these?
It's a bone saw.
Listen. I'm gonna go and make a cup of tea...
and you can think about what you've done.
Cycling, stacking...
six weeks on, six weeks off,
Work hard, lift big.
Pure muscle... fucking packing it on.
You know, someone once told me
the thing about being ripped off is,
you have to be prepared to spend double what was stolen
on catching and making an example of the thief.
Please. Please.
I've got kids.
I've got a wife.
I wouldn't worry about that for now.
I mean, you're not exactly much of a catch, are you?
She'll get over it.
Yeah, she'll probably be sucking fresh cock by next week.
Trust me, I know the sort.
Please help me. Please help me.
And that's what happened to the lucky ones.
All right?
Mmm.
Are you forgetting something?
What?
Tonight... a special dinner?
Our anniversary?
Listen, darling, I'm tired, all right?
It's been a hard day. I just wanna have something to eat
and go have a lay down, all right?
Can you get up? I need something to eat. Go on.
For fuck's sake, Carlton, it's our anniversary tonight.
Am I talking to myself? What did I just say to you?
Get my dinner. Now. Move it.
- What's that? - What's what?
What is that?
It's seared chicken with Jersey Royals.
I cooked it right from the book.
Well, thanks for telling me, 'cause I can't fucking see it.
Take it away.
All right? Just take it away.
Go on, get it out of my sight.
Listen, you lazy cunt, just...
fuck you! You want to fucking hit me?
Hey! You want to fucking hit me?
You want to hit me, do you?
I fucking hate you, you bastard!
- You had to fucking start! - Get out!
Eh? See what you done?
How could you do this to me?
- How could you do this to me? - Fucking stop!
Who the fuck do you think you are?
I put my fucking life on the line for you every night
and you can't even cook me a fucking meal, you lazy cunt!
Is that cunt banging?
Is that fucking cunt banging again?
- You old fucker! - Piss off! Just get out!
Shut up, you horrible cunt! Shut up!
Shut up! Just shut up!
- Shut up. Shut up. - You fucking useless cow. Fuck off.
You think you know me, eh?
Go on, hurt me. Go on, bruise me.
- Yeah yeah? - Go on, make a mark.
Well, how about I bite your fucking nose off?
You want me to tear that fucking nose off of yours? Eh?
Is that what you want?
Don't you fucking dare!
Like this, do you? Do you like this?
Go on, Carlton. Go on, fuck me.
Go on. Go on, fuck me then.
Fuck me properly, go on.
Come on, fuck me hard like you used to.
Yeah, go on.
Be a man for once in your life.
- Fucking... - Go on. Go on.
Come on.
You disgust me.
The steroids left my whole body shaking,
crying out for food.
I couldn't think straight.
They don't just make your muscles big,
they fuck your head up... roid rage.
I left the Anavar behind
and moved on to the heavier stuff.
I was injecting myself with testosterone,
Sustanon... anything I could lay me hands on.
Baby, please come back.
I took to carrying jars of baby food everywhere I went.
My body was clucking for nutrients,
and I'd guzzle down six jars at a time.
How long have you been flogging your company for?
I ain't flogging it. It's doing all right.
You're turning over some good money. You don't even have an accountant.
Are you fucking listening to me, Carlton?
- Yeah. - You sit there eating baby food,
I'm trying to fucking give you some advice about your business.
All right. I like it. It's all right.
I know you fucking like it. I'm trying to help you out here...
- All right, mate. ...you stupid cunt.
What you've got to do is, you've got to play the fucking game, mate.
You run a company for a year, 18 months at the most,
then you liquidate it, swap the directors around.
Keep your money moving and those cunts won't know where to find it.
Yeah, but I'm not good with all that paperwork bollocks.
You've only got to fucking ask, mate.
Tony ran security at some of the top nightclubs in Essex.
I had some of the toughest doors in London.
Joining forces seemed like a good idea.
It's been confirmed that US forces
are being sent to the area.
The UN Security Council passed Resolution 660
condemning the invasion and demanding a withdrawal.
- Hello. - Carlton, it's Terry.
I need to see you. It's urgent.
Have you ever heard of the Baran brothers?
Turkish scag dealers. Yeah, go on.
Well, Eddie was doing a bit of minding work for 'em...
you know, babysitting the odd shipment and that...
and we was helping him.
Heroin. Mug's game.
I told everybody in my firm to stay well clear.
And? Come on, spit it out, you cunt. Who's involved?
Andy Riot, Jason, Eddie and me.
Well, it was Eddie that sorted it out.
He said we'd do a bit of work for the Turks and get paid handsome,
- but... - But?
Some heroin went missing.
How much?
They're saying £10 million.
But they think Eddie's took it.
They've been making threats against me family.
They've been saying my kids are gonna get it.
Well, did you do it?
- What? - What do you mean, "What?"
I'm asking you a question. Did you have the gear away?
I can't believe you asked me that. Of course I didn't.
- Are you sure? - I swear on the life of my wife,
I swear on the life of my babies,
I ain't got nothing to do with this... nothing.
All right.
All right, I believe you.
I know, but no one else does.
Everyone's against me. I ain't stupid, you know.
If I had £10 million worth of smack,
I'd be on my toes.
They ain't letting this go, Carl.
All right.
I'll see what I can do.
These Turks were a heavy outfit.
I'd vouched for Eddie and the boys, but now it was up to them.
I had to agree to an interrogation on their turf.
I wasn't about to start a war if I could help it,
but I had a little insurance, just in case.
Barak.
You're late.
Sit down. Sit down.
Down. Down.
Look, we don't need to tie 'em up.
This is supposed to be a fucking interrogation.
Their hands will be tied.
Search the exit.
Look, is that really fucking necessary?
We have already discussed this.
Only the guilty will fear to take it.
Truth serum...
another condition they insisted on.
I guess they weren't going to take my boys on their word.
- Carlton? Carlton! - Jason, shut up.
Show some respect.
All right, let's get on with this.
Do any of you guys know where this gentleman's missing heroin is?
No. No.
I haven't got a clue.
Look, I swear on my kid's life...
Terry, just answer the fucking question.
Nuh-uh. No.
- Eddie? - I know nothing about it.
What are these questions?
We know you took it, so tell us where it is!
Yeah, all right. Hold on, hold on.
All right, I'll put it another way.
Do any of you know where the gear was before the robbery?
- No. - No.
No.
Eddie?
I knew it was there.
How did you know the heroin was there before it was stolen?
You heard him, Eddie. How did you know it was there?
I just heard about it.
These boys weren't exactly discreet.
Who told him? I want a name.
I don't know who exactly. I just heard it.
Everyone spoke about it.
There was no way I could've worked there and not known.
I know where all of you live!
I know where some of you have chosen to hide your families!
I will bring them here and before I have them killed
I will pay a crackhead nigger
to rape each and every one of them.
Maybe I'll give him some Spanish fly
so he won't have a problem shooting them full
of his filthy AIDS in front of a crowd.
Listen here, sunshine! Just keep their families out of this!
Control yourself, Carlton.
We know where your little girls are.
Your family matters to you, yes?
Not to us. To us they're just flesh.
Are you finished?
I'm finished when I bend you over and fuck you in the ass.
That's when I'm fucking finished.
Look, he's choking for fuck's sake!
You're fucking poisoning him!
What you want me to do, eh?
Stand here and watch my mate fucking die?
Is that what you fucking want?
Lay him on his side.
Where's the fucking heroin?
Tell me!
Don't touch me, you cunt.
My boss is satisfied. We leave them to you.
Now get this scum out of my warehouse.
Well, I knew they weren't satisfied.
I told the lads to make themselves scarce
and I got Eddie and his family to move in with me
just until things settled down.
- Hello, mate. All right? - Yeah, I'm all right.
Hello. All right? Got your family of young kids.
Yeah, take them straight through. Hello, darling.
You all right? Come in.
Yeah, Mom's gonna get you a drink.
You never said nothing about the kids.
Yeah well, they're here now, aren't they?
- You gonna tell me what's going on? - No.
- Where am I gonna put 'em? - Look, I don't need you moaning.
All I need is a gun.
What you want?
Some bloke told me to give this to you.
- Who? - A bubble just down there.
Bubble?
Go on now. Fuck off.
We're leaving.
You just look after Suzy and the kids,
- make sure nothing happens to them. - Yeah, all right.
Give me a bell tomorrow, let me know what's happening.
- All right. - Yeah, it's clear.
Go on. Go.
Three days went by,
and still Eddie hadn't called.
I was starting to get worried.
Listen, John, I need you to stay here, all right?
Just keep an eye on the house, will you?
Make sure Denny's all right.
Yeah.
Oh my God! No!
- Yeah? - Carlton, it's Rick here.
John told me to give you a call.
He said you're looking for the Turkish fellows.
- Yeah, that's right. - Well, I'm down at The Den,
and one of 'em is right here drinking raki with his mates.
Right, you just keep them there.
I'm gonna come over and put that cunt to sleep.
Listen, if I was you, I'd get those punters out of there
'cause the moment those Turks walk out that door,
I'm gonna go fucking Schwarzenegger on the cunt.
- Do you hear me? - All right, mate.
- Speak. - Carlton, it's John.
Whatever you're planning, just stop now. We found 'em.
Found who?
They didn't bother with truth serum
the second time around.
No, this was torture, Turkish style.
They cut 'em, beat 'em,
jammed cattle prods in their balls,
The cunts stuck butcher's knives straight through Eddie's leg.
Three days...
they didn't figure it out.
If we'd have known anything about the heroin,
we would've fucking told them.
Oh fuck.
Where are the others?
You're gonna be all right?
- Yeah. - You sure?
Okay, darling.
Big brave, yeah?
Get away from me!
Honey, don't be afraid.
Stop! Get away! Get away from me!
It's over. It's over.
But it weren't over, not for Eddie.
Those Turks had killed him in that warehouse.
They may have left him breathing,
but he died there all the same.
One of my boys was dead,
and those Turks were about to find out
what it felt like to be on the wrong end of a kebab knife.
- Who is it? - It's Tony.
Can I have a word with you?
Having another crack at the Falklands, are you?
I think it's best you don't know about this one.
It's best I don't know about it?
Everybody knows about it, Carlton.
Word is those Turks cut some of your boys up.
Yeah, that's right.
So now what? You're gonna pop them?
They want a war, I'll give them a fucking war.
Really, you think that's what they want?
I think it's what you want.
Take a little risk assessment, why don't you?
You're thinking of taking on the Turkish mafia.
Have you completely lost your fucking mind?
No, I ain't lost my fucking mind.
I've lost a mate... a very good mate...
to a load of fucking Turks, all right?
And I ain't gonna just stand here and do fuck-all about it.
This ain't about you. This ain't about your pride.
This is about your family.
And trust me, they will fucking kill 'em.
Not if I kill 'em first,
which is exactly what I plan to do if you get out of my fucking way.
So what, you put a few of them down and that's it?
They will not stop until they fucking destroy you.
Not before they kill Karen, Denny,
your babies, anyone you've ever fucking loved!
- Shut up, you sick fuck! - Fucking cunt!
Get your fucking hands off me, you cunt!
- Calm yourself down! - Fuck off!
- Calm yourself down! - Fuck off! You really going to
throw all this away 'cause that fucking idiot didn't take your advice?
All right, just get your hands off me, Tony.
- Are you going to calm down? - All right, I'm calm.
Yeah, you sound fucking calm!
Tony, get your hands off me.
I could've saved him.
He was dead the moment the gear went missing.
Swallow your pride, Carlton.
It's a painful pill to take and I know it hurts,
but you've just got to walk away, mate.
Sometimes you've got to listen to your mates.
I took his advice and I backed down.
An all-out war with the Turks would've been a drawn-out bloody affair.