(Crowd shouting and cheering)
(Whooping)
(Cheering, whistle blowing)
(♪ Dance music)
Freedom to party!
Jimmy!
- All right, mate? - Hello, Des.
Come upstairs, boys.
Come on!
(Woman) What's your problem? (Jackie) That little bitch!
Everyone on this estate knows it as well. She's a dirty slut!
- Oh, yeah? Look who's talking! - She's got a tart like you for a mother!
- How long's this been going on? - Since lunch time, Auntie Mags.
- I swear I'll take her walkies off a cliff. - Get away!
(Jackie) I just wanna get to bed. I don't feel well.
Come on, down here.
It's all right, love. Go to bed, she'll be all right.
What the hell's got into you, Jackie? Sit up.
Freddie.
Freddie's got someone else.
- Kelly Hutchins? - No! Not that stupid girl.
Fuckin' hell.
Someone serious, Maggie.
(Sighs) Come here.
- This is it? - Yeah.
- This is what they're doing downstairs? - Yeah.
(Des) Kids are calling it ecstasy.
Des... Is it Des or is it, um... Is it Desmond?
- It's Des. - Right.
OK, look, what I don't understand, Des...
is why the McCoys have sent you to talk to me.
Hmm? I mean...why are those two cheeky bastards not here themselves?
- I'm running this for 'em. - I'm sorry?
Lookie here, mes hombres! Get your gnashers around all this pie and mash!
I tell you, we are bloody caning it out there.
Des, my rude boy, in the house. Give me some skin.
You must be Freddie Jackson.
I'll just take this opportunity to say you're a fuckin' legend around here
and this is an absolute honour for me.
Shane. Shane Mankin?
Look, anything you want - snort, Es, bit of the other,
you just give me a shout.
Mi casa, su casa. (Sniffs)
Ha-ha!
Sometimes he comes back in the middle of the night.
And he wants to...
Well, you know.
And I have to pretend that I don't know that I'm his second of the night.
That I can't still smell her on him.
I ain't gonna let that bitch take him, you know?
Why do you stay with him, Jackie?
He causes you so much pain.
I love him, Maggie.
I'm nothing without him. Nothing.
I've discussed this with the McCoys and the way I figure it...
- (Jimmy) Yeah? - ..if you guys wanna come in on this,
we can open up two separate labs.
Split the risk, double the goods.
Exactly. One shuts down, move to the other.
What do you think, Fred?
What I wanna know... is where you're from.
- What? - Where did you grow up?
London, of course, Freddie. East London.
No. No, that's a pork pie, isn't it?
Eh? We all know that accent of yours ain't really from around here.
What is this? Course it is! (Laughs)
What you lookin' at him for? He ain't gonna help you, is he?
Come on, where did you really grow up...
..posh boy?
Huh?
Windsor.
Right! (Laughs)
What, you got a problem or what?
Sorry, Doris, did someone ask you a question?
Look, seriously, I think we're getting off the point here, Freddie.
No, look. Come on, my point is, right...
My point is, why this joker thinks he can earn on my turf
without my fuckin' permission!
- (Stammering) - You let him go! Now!
Right, you need to tell your weekend warrior to put his fuckin' gun down and calm down.
- Cos all we want is your money. - You better reconsider this.
Cos from over here, you're both fucked.
This is fucked! Poofter! You're not mincing round the bush now, this is fuckin' London.
And you are way, way out of your league.
Yeah? So what, are you gonna shoot him?
- Maybe. - Yeah? Go on, then.
- See if I care. - What?!
I think you will fuckin' care.
Go ahead and shoot this piece of shit... and I'll shoot you.
Oh, Mother of God! Please don't let me die, Keith, don't let me die! Please!
Fine. Have it your way.
(Screams in pain)
Whoa! Ha! Jimmy, you all right? You all right, Jimmy?
- Yes! Fine! - (Screaming) I'm dying! Fuck!
Fuck!
Jesus, Fred. What planet are you on?
You think too much, Jimmy, that's your problem.
Have you lost the bloody plot? These guys are backed by the McCoys!
Oh, sod the McCoys, they're a couple of Mick wankers.
We were meant to be doing a deal with them!
Jimbo! All I know is, mate, we have got 75 large in the back of the motor.
Yeah. And now I'm gonna get me some Oriental pussy.
Does this... Does this not register, eh?
Ozzy sent us in there to negotiate
and you end up robbing it like a two-bit post office fuckin' job!
Nobody's perfect.
(Tyres screech)
So what am I supposed to tell Ozzy next week?
Why don't you just suck him off instead?
Well, let's face it, Jimmy, I mean, you see him often enough.
With your cosy, cosy chats.
You might as well just take it to the next level!
Oh, for fuck's sake. Jimmy!
Jimmy! I'm sorry, mate, I shouldn't have said that, OK?
Oi! Jimmy!
Come on, mate, let's go and get some beers, yeah?
Go fuck yourself!
Oh, hello, Freddie.
- I wet my bed. - Oh, come here.
Oh! Let's sort you out, yeah?
Oh...
(Chuckles) What have we here?
- What you doin'? - Shh!
Freddie, get off me!
Now, now. That's not very friendly, is it?
I just wanna chat, babe. Promise.
Oh, Jimmy.
He's a lucky boy.
Gettin' to marry a beauty like you.
- Where is Jimmy? - We had a bit of a falling out actually.
(Sniffs) Oh... Yeah.
He's wound terribly tightly, your boy, he really needs to cut himself some slack.
No, he just needs to cut you out of his life.
Ha-ha!
Oh...
Freddie.
You're drunk. Go to bed.
Tell me, babe... Does Jimmy really...
really do it for you? You know...
(Jackie) Freddie?
Freddie, babe, is that you?
- Get off me! - Shh!
Freddie? Where are you?
Another time, darlin'.
Wait, I am so bloody pissed.
Where are you, babe?
(Jackie) Oh, honey, I missed you.
I fuckin' missed you too, come here.
(Sighs)
That kid he shot was taking ten large off the McCoys every week
just so that nobody touches 'em.
Now he's back at his mum's.
He's so scared he won't even answer the bloody door,
let alone organise another party.
- I'm sorry. - No, you're not.
So you can stop all that bullshit now.
This is way past "sorry".
He's becoming a liability.
Nah, I can control him.
He can't fuckin' control himself!
How are you gonna manage it?
This is about business, Jimmy.
- Yeah, I'll give 'em all their money back. - Nah. Freddie gets to keep that.
Tell us about the drug. The ecstasy. What do you think?
- Well, I think it's gonna be massive. - So do I.
I've had a chat with the McCoys, they still want us in on this.
They're willing to sweep all this aggro under the carpet.
- Apparently your boy... Des? - Yeah.
Des likes you. Thinks you're on the level.
But they don't want Freddie anywhere near it, now or in the future.
And I'm with 'em on this.
You want me to run this all by myself?
- He'll never swallow that. - Let me worry about that.
I'll handle him.
No, I don't think I can do that.
To Fred.
(Clattering)
Think about your future.
So, what did he say?
It's OK.
It's OK, I sorted it.
You did?
Yeah...
He wasn't fuckin' happy.
But I brought him round.
You're a fuckin' diamond, Jimmy boy.
Right. Come on.
Let's go and get smashed, yeah?
You gonna be all right with him?
We'll be fine. Won't we, Freddie?
Hello, Dad. How are you?
(Mumbles incoherently)
Right from the start. Worthless. (Laughs)
Worthless! Bloody failure.
You've gone mad, haven't you?
Freddie? Leave him alone.
- Oh, dear. - Come on.
Right.
Bye.
(Panting)
Fuckin' 'ell, how do you get those towels so fluffy?
(Laughs)
Tell me about that new drug deal Ozzy's doing.
- What new drug deal? - With the McCoys.
Oh, no. It's not on any more.
Not what I heard.
What do you mean, not what you heard?
Why, what's Ozzy told you?
Ozzy said nothing to me.
No... Oi, tell me!
Oi! Tell me!
One of their boys was talking about it at the club. He was drunk.
Don't do this to yourself.
I can't help it.
I just don't want you to keep going through this.
He'd hate me. He'd think I did it deliberately, just to fuck him over.
It don't matter what Freddie thinks.
Really?
Not if it gets you both banged up or killed.
Let's face it, that's what's gonna happen if you don't take things into your own hands.
- But he made me what I am. - Bollocks!
No one made you!
You're here cos of only one person and that is you.
Yeah, Freddie's helped you but you've helped him just as much.
Anyway, it doesn't mean you've got to go down in flames with that wanker.
Cos that's what he's gonna do to you.
Listen to Ozzy.
You have to do this.
Why are we trying for a kid, Jimmy?
What's the point if he's gonna grow up without a dad?
It's typical of Maggie to bring us here.
Just because her old man's got some taste. You've both dead embarrassing.
Taste! You're having a laugh, aren't you?
I'd rather be stung by wasps than wear madame's old relics.
- (Laughter) - Oooh!
Mum?
(♪ Dance music)
- Where are we going? - This is the highlight of the night!
Where's he taking me?
(Laughter)
Where are we going? Eh?
Right... Get in there, Jimmy my boy!
- Jimmy, it's the last chance saloon! - (Laughter)
Oh, sorry. I can't do this.
- Come on, mate, it's your stag. - Oh, fuck off, I can't...
(Freddie) Come on, girls, let's show him a good time, yeah?
I can't do this to Mags!
Oh, forget Mags. She's probably on her back right now.
- (Laughter) - What?
Don't... Don't fuckin' disrespect her, Fred.
I don't mean anything, all I'm saying is that she's probably...
knee-deep in cock, mate.
Don't you fuckin' talk about her like that, all right?
Mmm!
Easy, Jimmy.
You can't let an opportunity like this pass you by, can you?
Yeah, I'm not you.
Now get out of me fucking way.
- Come on, Jim. - Fuck off!
Are you not gonna let me in?
Not tonight.
Suit yourself.
Freddie.
It's Jimmy.
Jimmy? What Jimmy?
Jimmy's running the ecstasy deal for Ozzy.
By himself.
Freddie?
- Yeah? - Have you got the ring?
Oh, yeah. Course, yeah.
(Priest) I now pronounce you man and wife.
(Cheering)
(Mouths)
(Tapping on glass)
(Inaudible)
Ozzy gave me this yesterday and told me to read it out to you.
So... (Clears throat)
Here goes.
"Dear Maggie and Jimmy.
"It's a great shame because I wanted to be there for you
"but the bastards seem to think if they let me out I wouldn't come back."
(Laughter)
"But, as a way of saying how made up I am for you both,
"I wanted to give our Maggie a present that really sets her on her way.
"So, Maggie dear...
"go to 24 The Drive, South Woodford, on Monday morning,
"cos that's where your new hair salon is!
- "Maggie's." - (Cheering and applause)
- Did you know about this? - Yeah.
- Serious? - Yeah.
Jacks!
♪ Hey, there, l know your name
♪ Lookin'l kinda sad, oh, that'ls a shame
♪ Hey, there, what'ls your story...
How you feeling, champ?
Great.
- Done well, haven't you, mate? - Yeah. She's beautiful.
I ain't talking about her.
You and me need to have a little chat, don't we, Jimmy boy?
- What about? - About you and Ozzy.
I've been hearing things about you two.
Come on, Jimmy.
I fuckin' love you, Jimmy boy!
Come on, babe, it's time.
Oi! Leave some for me! Jesus!
♪ There's a lover in my life
- ♪ He sends me gifts and flowers - (Cheering)
♪ He'd change a thousand clocks
♪ To meet me after hours
♪ He's crazy
♪ Hey, yeah, he's crazy about
♪ Our love...
Lovely couple, aren't they?
Yeah.
♪ This love in my life...
I never knew Ozzy could be so generous.
♪ I know he's there for me
Neither did I.
♪ He'd climb the highest peak
♪ And he'd swim the wildest sea
♪ He's so crazy...
I need to do this...
Don't make a fool of yourself.
- Freddie, not here. - ♪ Crazy about our love
Fuck this.
♪ Whoa-oh-ohh
♪ But this lover in my life
♪ Said to me
♪ Something here was wrong...
Jacks, come here.
♪ I love you just too much...
- Jackie... - Stop it!
All right, all right!
♪ Cos I'm crazy
♪ I'm just too crazy about
♪ Our love ♪
- He-e-e-ey! - (Cheering)
No, I don't understand.
(Ozzy) It's Iike footbaII teams.
Football teams?
Yeah. lmagine l own West Ham,
and you, Freddie, are my manager, right?
You run the club, you pick the players, you control who's in, who's out.
Right. All right, so I'm...
Where does Jimmy fit into all this?
Well, Jimmy's been like your right-hand man all these years, hasn't he?
Like a first-team coach.
And I've decided to promote him.
How can you... How can you promote him when I'm the fuckin' manager?
Well, that's just it, Freddie. Imagine I don't just own West Ham,
I own Arsenal as well.
And Jimmy's gonna manage that.
All by himself.
Jimmy'ls going to take care of all the drugs, Freddie.
(Sighs)
- How long's he been in here? - About an hour.
Just rolled in off the high street.
What's he been saying?
(Freddie) Jimmy, my boy!
Yeah. So, this is where you've been running off to all this time, eh?
- How you doing, Fred? - I'm all right actually, thank you.
That is a lovely whistle.
Did you pick that out for him, Des?
Nah... You guys, always really fuckin' sharply dressed, ain't ya?
D'you wanna go somewhere private? Talk?
Why? I've got nothing to hide from anyone here, have I? Des?
All one big happy family here.
You, me, the McCoys.
And Jimmy's great big fucking chemistry experiment.
- I've got an office. - Have you?!
I know, actually. Um...
Ozzy told me.
Well, lead the way, Jimmy boy.
Jimmy, remember when I first left prison, do you remember what I said to you
about both of us being... Well, being special?
Yeah.
Yeah, good, good. Cos, um...
I really believed it, you know?
I mean, that's how I've always seen it, even these last few years.
You know, both of us having something...special.
- Together. - Look...
No, just be quiet for a second, Jimmy. Don't speak, just for a minute.
I mean, you don't really have to say anything because...
cos I know what's happened here.
Ozzy...may have persuaded you to do this
and may have said it was for the best and all of that.
And I admit... I admit I haven't...
haven't been all that reliable...
..lately.
Eh? But I never ever expected you to go behind my back like that.
Never. Eh?
I'm sorry.
Really?
Look, it's business, yeah? It don't change anything...
Don't be so bloody naive, yeah?
Everything is fucked now because of you,
because you chose this!
Ozzy is playing you, Jimmy.
No, he's playing you. Same way as he got me to play against Siddy. Yeah?
That's what he's best at.
There, you...
Wait. Fred, what you doing? Sit down.
Fuck off!
We were special, Jimmy.
Oh, shit.
What are you doing, Dad?
I'm just looking for something, mate.
Why don't you live here any more?
I do live here.
Come here.
What's the matter?
What's this dark patch? Have you wet yourself?
Oh, mate. Why don't you tell your mum?
Oh, look...
Come on, let's go and clean you up.
Oh, mate.
(Water splashing)
(Freddie) There you go, mate.
He calls for you, you know.
"Why doesn't Daddy come home?
"Why doesn't Daddy come back?"
And do you know what I say?
I say, "Daddy's out with his whore bitch Patricia."
Daddy doesn't really care about us any more, does he?
Do you know, I ain't really in the mood for this, Jackie.
- Really? - Nah.
Well, tough!
Tell me, Freddie, when are you gonna stop seeing that childless stuck-up bitch?
Please, Jackie, let's not do this now, yeah?
Why can't you stay at home and be a real father to your children?
Or don't you have that in you, Freddie?
You just leave me alone, right, or I swear I will fuckin' do you some mischief.
Oh, you're man enough to have 'em but you're not man enough to love 'em.
Just like your own dad!
Sorry. What did you fuckin' say?
Do you wanna know why I go to her? Do you really wanna know why I go to her?
Cos being with her helps me forget what I fuckin' ended up with here!
Go on, then! Run away!
Why change the habit of a lifetime, Freddie Jackson?!
Leave me to sort it out!
We'll fend for ourselves!
While you go and shove all our money up your fuckin' nose again!
You're just a coward, Freddie!
- What did you fuckin' say? - I said you're a fuckin' coward!
Thank God for Jimmy or we'd all be done for.
Fuckin' 'ell, Jackie.
Jesus.
It's nothing.
He's a fuckin' animal.
Don't be like that, Mags.
He's never done this before. He's never touched me.
Listen. You have to leave him, right?
It wasn't his fault.
It was me.
I was out of line.
I'm sorry.
Sorry. OK?
Maggie... Jimmy's upstairs.
- Where's Freddie? - What?
- Where is Freddie? - He's in the lounge.
What the hell is wrong with you, Freddie? Are you out of people to bully?
You're spoiling the view, babe.
Only scum like you could do that to his own wife!
Maggie, go home, yeah? Before I forget that you are a relative.
I'm no relative of yours, you piece of shit! I'm gonna get her to divorce you.
- What did you fuckin' say? - She should have done it years ago
but I swear I'm gonna make her do it now!
- What you need to do... - I'm not scared of you, Freddie!
I'm not scared of you!
You're a born fuckin' loser, Freddie, and everyone can see that now!
You need to get a lead and a fuckin' collar for that one!
Get your hands off me!
- Don't go visiting the red-light districts. - Babe.
It's easily done. Room full of boys, all steamed up.
Babe, we ain't going to Amsterdam on a bender. It's business.
(Des) Come on!
Come here, give us a kiss.
I'll miss you. And when you come back we'll keep trying, OK?
Took Kim and Mike a year and a half for their first.
(Song pIaying over speakers) ♪ Drop a stone in the wishing well
- ♪ Book a room in a downtown motel - (Water splashing)
♪ Take a walk in the pouring rain
♪ Light another cigarette
♪ l call again, but you'lre not home yet...
(Sighs)
Mm...
♪ Right now, l need your love so badly
♪ But will it end so sadly
♪ Just like the time before
♪ l'lm waitin'l
♪ Waitin'l for you to call me
♪ Just waitin'l
♪ Waitin'l for you to call my name...
(Gasps)
Oh!
Hello, Maggie!
Jimmy'll be home soon.
That's not true, is it, darling?
Eh?
Cos we both know...that Jimmy...
..is on a plane to Amsterdam.
Eh?
Hm?
(Whimpers)
You like it hot, don't you?
(Maggie cries out)
Please go home, Freddie, please.
- Ah-ah. - (Screams)
(Phone ringing)
(Maggie screaming)
- (Ringing continues) - (Beep)
(Jimmy) Hey, babe. Thought you'd be home. You must have just popped out.
- (Maggie screaming) - Anyway, we'lre here now.
l'lll call you later. l love you.
(Maggie sobs)
That's how you make a fuckin' baby.
Huh?
(Maggie retches)
(Sobs)
(Phone ringing)
- Do you want me to get that? - Just get out!
- Regretting this already? - Jimmy's gonna kill you for this!
Why don't we tell him all about it?
Please...
- (Ringing stops) - Oh...
Let's face it. We both know what Jimmy's like, don't we?
I remember when we was kids growing up,
Jimmy had this weird thing where he didn't wanna play with toys which was broken.
D'you know what I mean?
Even if you could fix them so they would work again, he'd just...
plain old fuckin' ignore 'em.
(Sobbing) Please go, please.
(Chokes)
(TV) 200,000 peopIe are gathered in London this evening for an epic street party...
It's gonna be a really great year for us. I can feel it.
All three of us.
(Freddie) For a long while we all thought you was firing blanks, mate.
- Freddie, shut up! - We all said that!
- No we didn't! - I never, never said that!
Well, you can all rest assured, I sorted it, didn't I?
- They're counting down! - (Cheering)
Quick!
Eight, seven, six, five, four,
three, two, one...
Happy New Year!
(Freddie) Happy New Year.