So you'd better tell me the truth. Calm down, for fuck's sake! So what happened to him then? You can't get away with that any more, mate. Look, there must have been enough witnesses there to fucking put him away. I'll have a quick one with ya. Oh, yeah, I like you lot. Lads, tear this lot apart, yeah? Well, the biggest hurdle is getting off your fat arse and out here. You do what he says, and you'll come outjust fine.
Can you really trust Danny? Round of beers, Molly, luv? Not going to get your breath back slobbing of the deck, are ya? And how you gonna do that? He runs a bar in Marbella now, so left the Abbey for me to run. But we looked like losers. I got all the booze in the world right here. But what is it you want? The rivalry is still there, still got our firms. You don't think I want to get them as much as you do? You're fucking weak, just like your mug brother. I'm not in the mood for you, Mason.
Why don't you concentrate on real fighting and going pro? At the end of the season, the top firm's crowned league winners. Feels really good to be back. Down the gym with the lads. You better fucking get yourself together. Yeah, Well, he's still Old Bill.
What are you lot even doing down there? Give me a half hour, yeah? That's none of your business. You lot would fit right in. You know, he's loyal and he's tough. Come on, Gil, don't you fucking push out on me now. Joey got frustrated with losing all the time.
This is Danny, Joey's brother. Derek Hunter, I'm arresting you on suspicion of just about fucking everything, you piece of shit. But the only way to end this is by doing them properly on Saturday. And, yeah, I want whoever it was locked up. If you don't have that, you better fucking go home now.
I'm going for a piss, go and get the drinks. He's got a lot of power. It's not what you think, Mol, all right? Get that fucking elbow in there, right, blocking the punches as they're coming. So how did Gilly take over the firm? I want to get a real life, wanna fucking make something of myself. I'll carve you like a kipper, you fucking mug.
That's it, bruv, take him down. Let's all take a couple of steps backwards. Feels like the old days, having you as our main rival. Danny, what the fuck you doing? I told you to stay out of it, or you'll fuck up my investigation. You'd have a much easier life if you just left it alone. It's all over for me, Danny.
. He was doing things with all the trimmings. So etwas wie eine Liga ist entstanden und um die Platzierungen herum floriert das Wettgeschäft. Do you want to do one? Had no reason to stay. I'll fucking see you outside, you wanker. He'd have fitted you up.
I didn't think you were serious, Danny. I was bang out of line. What, you telling me you can handle hours in the gym, sweating blood and giving up the piss? Well, sometimes an old-fashioned straightener is the only way. No, no, no, this is on me. The boys are getting thirsty over here. You're a fucking winner, son.
Don't fucking push it, snap it. He even petrol-bombed Millwall's boozer. Keep your fucking guard up. Come on, let's do one. Yeah, well, you left quite the legacy.