我知道，我确信
我至死都支持西汉姆联队
加油，brub，加油，bruv
他妈的
如果我知道我们将去mitzvah酒吧…
…我就一定会带上他妈的那顶帽子
伙计，Tottenham就要北下了
你在想什么？要么你本来就是个傻瓜
-你还是个笑星嘛，哈，Dunham？ -噢，闭嘴
好了，伙计，你知道的，每次major回来…
…干他的活，他总不怎么爱讲闲话
他可能不那么害羞了
是，他总喜欢和你对着干
-就这些？这究竟是什么？ -抱怨？
-你觉得？-是
伙计，我觉得你最好搭下一班火车滚出这里
在一些坏事发生之前
我们可能很有兴趣知道这究竟是什么
你这些天肯定称不上是超级流氓，啊？
嘿？怎么着也称得上是二流的
看到了？这叫理屈词穷
但是，嘿，既然你这么向往，我们怎么好让你失望呢？
你个婊子，你
走
我说，你不需要lewis
不，我知道，听着，我会用你、keyshawn和maddox来交换lewis
-maddox？ -这是个亏本买卖
因为keyshawn，他就要和…
他就要和老教练回来了，和parcells一起回来
他们将势不可挡，你知，我知
嘿，看，伙计，他就是今年
你知道吗？不是所有的人都能扔出6000码的
过来，你
听着，等下我再打给你，我有些事情要处理
好，但是
Buckner
这是$10，000，我觉得这是个好买卖
我们之间不存在交易，jeremy
听着，我知道这里不舒服
但是我也要保护我的家族名誉
我指我家的某个小子如果被哈佛给退学了
那不可能
我有更多的理由呆在这里
Buckner？
过来，伙计
我爸爸肯定会重新获选
我毕业的时候，我肯定会罩着你的
多谢了，好弟兄
你可帮了我大忙
你已经打通了carl buckner
我正在kabul工作，与世隔绝
请给华盛顿时代周刊
外国通讯处留言
我会尽快回电，谢谢
希斯罗机场安全警报
请随时看好您的随身物品
我是matt buckner，上个春季我被哈佛扫地出门了
为我的学历整整羞耻了两个月，但我将要学的
是常春藤名学所不能交给我的
请注意月台空隙，请远离车门
请注意月台空隙，远离车门
好
Matt？
-嗨，嘿 -嘿
-哦，上帝 -哦，见到你太棒了
我也是，本拉登来袭击了么？怎么了这里？
哦，欢迎来到疯狂配对夜，totteham昨天晚上就在这座小镇
你现在是球迷吗？
不要让他们听你说足球
-他们是谁？ -英格兰国王
matt叔叔，这是ben
-你能相信么？ -嘿，那里的小伙
-他很可爱 -是啊
见到你太好了，不过你到这里来干什么？
我也不清楚matt
如果你什么都没做错，怎么可能被开除呢？
因为我同房，他是个瘾君子
有人向学院安全处举报了我们，于是我们的宿舍就被搜查了
他们发现他的毒品在我的东西里
我猜他一直把他的恶心东西藏在了我的衣柜里
真的？
是啊，那当然
不，我指，你也在…
-不是这样的 -你解释然后他们不相信呢？
Matt？
你争取了，对吗？
看，你并不知道这个人是谁
他是，van holden
我不可能有这样的机会去反抗
那爸爸怎么说？
“你已经接通了carl buckner”
哦，“我会在象牙海岸待57年”
-这次是kabul -怎么样都好
不过，严肃地说，你告诉他的时候，他说什么
-我没有告诉他 -他不知道？
你知道什么？如果我是你，我可能会做同样的事
-恩？ -如果一旦发现他引以为豪的儿子
被哈佛给踢出门了，他没准会直接脑袋向下跳进空泳池里去
gee，谢谢
噢，steve回家了
-嗨，宝贝 -嘿
-我要给你个惊喜 -哦，甜心，我们有个客人
这是我的弟弟，matt
你好，mate，最近怎么样？
-太好了，终于见到你了 -一样
终于跋山涉水到我们这里来了，是吗？
是啊
这是谁？这又是谁？来啊
我想你，过来
-是的 -我想你，我的小乖乖ben
-甜心，要茶么？ -好啊
-茶？ -我去弄
-一个好看的小家伙，是吗？ -那当然
听好，matt，伙计，你来这里我太高兴了
但是，我今晚已经有打算了
我今晚有浪漫之旅，请了个保姆
我们将去芝加哥
如果我们走了，你不会介意的吧？
继续，抱歉
太惊讶了
-你在做什么？ -好啊，好啊，太好了，bruv
天，shannon，你们看过去很不错
你是很有趣的人，pete
matt，这是pete，steve的兄弟，pete，这是我的兄弟matt
-嘿 -嗨，伙计
很高兴见到你
你好，ben
我至死是west ham，我至死是west ham
我知道，我确信
-我带他上床，嘿 -好的，宝贝
再见，ben
-做的好 -什么？
-我以为你要去看比赛 -恩，技术上来说，是的
但是昨晚我和这些哥们准备先去喝一些
事情一件接一件发生
-让我猜猜，你丢了你的皮夹 -还有我的钥匙，这里外头有部的士
我哥是超级混蛋
那么
怎么样，我的殖民兄弟？
-还不错，谢谢 -“还不错，谢谢”
你借我100块，怎么样？
-是啊“撒尿”是怎么发音的？ -哦，他妈的，你快点
来点喝的，来点喝的
-来 -闭嘴，给我闭嘴
我会告诉你我会干什么，怎么样？
我会给你
一百
如果你爸matt带去看比赛里
哦，他妈的，你在白日做梦
bruv，你知道我不可以带一个美国佬进球赛
当然，你可以，如果你表现得像个绅士，明白吗？
-继续 -喂，过来，跟着
恭喜你matt，我们自己没有太多时间
好的
听我的，你不会给他钱的，是吗？没门
-这是给你们的啤酒钱 -好的
好的
matt？你去哪里？
我和pete去看足球赛
-但是你刚到这里 -听着，我等下再喝你联系
-好的，玩的开心点 -快点
再见
我不想他整天和pete还有那些流氓出去乱晃
那没什么，他已经长大了，他可以照看自己的，是吗？
选一只手，来
右手？我们刚赢了星星大奖
是吗？
-你爱我有多深？ -很深
那不够
看着，伙计
我不是在开玩笑
最后一件我要做的，是带你和我一起看比赛
接下来我们应该怎样
给我一半钱，我去看足球
你可以溜一圈，就像丘吉尔带着那个tom
或者做些你们在美国常做的
-一个tom？ -一个tom，一个tom杂种，一堆狗屎
这还是押运的俚语呢，就像关于钱的那个“蜂蜜和蜂蜜”
好了，我可以告诉你，给我那些他妈的蜂蜜
我已经像steve保证了
那好，steve不在这里，是吗，伙计？而我在，还有老实说
你那是白日做梦，如果你觉得我会带你去
-我不会给你钱的 -你他妈没什么选择，伙计
还有你开始惹火我了，给我你一半的钱
警察！
好啊，你他妈知不知道你现在的样子有多蠢？
过来，跳个舞啊美国佬
你得准备得像个流血的小妓女一样打架了
但是你再敢试一下，我马上打得你满地找牙
是啊，像tom一样，我懂了
起来，快点
好，我猜你不是打架的料
打架？这没准是我自小打的第一次架
你把那个叫做打架？
放屁，我会带你的，你会学到些东西
-有关足球？ -不，伙计，不是有关足球
看在他妈的份上，不要再说“足球”
过来，快点
你再说什么？棒球是娘们儿的游戏？
红袜队有个投球手能扔出每小时九十多英里的球
谁理那个？这只表示他打飞机时手会比你快些
-不是吧 -想想这个
我只是不明白，你们美国佬到底怎么了？
你们开了个鸟仗，陷到泥潭里了
然后我们又得回头给你们擦屁股
给我们擦屁股
当然，然后紧接着，你们又在所谓的友仗里杀了我们一半的士兵
-那是个意外 -是啊，意外，去他妈的
-好了 -好了，dunham
你是对的，伙计
看着…
我们正在进入我工作的地盘，不是吗？
闭嘴，除非我让你开口或者你有什么别的更好的说
只有两种人会比一个美国佬糟糕，那就是警察和记者
-为什么你讨厌记者？ -多久了
他们是只为填满一张纸就随意扯谎的人渣
我当然不是指你家的，他是个例外
这是个重点，这里的伙计们并不了解你家的那位
如果我是你，我也会用那种方式的保密的，另一件事
你在这里听到的一切都不能外传，如何？
不要像你的steve泄漏你今天如何或者谁对你说了什么
起于足球止于足球，如何？
恩，好的
让我们来点轻松的，今天是足球日
好啊，pete
嗨，嗨！
欢迎回来
-我们看上去不错吧？ -是的，不错，是的，不错
你怎么样，伙计？
很好，小子们，这是matt，shannon的兄弟
-你很可爱 -很高兴见到你
-dave -见到你太好了
-swill -你好，伙计
ike，那个发型怪异的就是keith
-你好，keith -我等下去拿饮料
好，继续，去拿饮料
-那是不是指我正在拿他们？ -他妈的每次
他妈的每次，他妈的每次
-好 -bovver在哪里？
他在厕所里有15分钟了
就像昨晚在孟加拉，dodgy ruby或者别的什么
看，他迷茫了
不，“ruby murray”指咖喱，我们把这叫做伦敦之俚
-俚语，就像钱就是“蜜蜂和蜂蜜”
-哦，就是那样 -就像婊子就是“挣扎和呼噜”
-哦，你走向黑暗，为什么你…？ -我不是个婊子
就像美国佬就是“腐烂的坦克”
你好
-好啊，bovver -pete
-你怎么样？一切都好吗？ -好极了
这是matt，shannon的兄弟
那正好，是不？他是不是屁也不敢放一个，是不？
伙计，他们家家教可严着呢
伙计，那真是太他妈的痛苦了
bov真是个悲惨的婊子，但是我们还是那么爱他，不是么，小子们
-有时 -好象个狗屎的兄弟
-matt，给我们拿两瓶品脱怎么样？ -当然
-你那里不如顺便拿一些花生来吧
-好孩子 -bob，过来
他是对的，小子
难道我们要做该死的保姆？
你知道我们要开个会
那没事的，bov，他不会插手的
-这并不代表我们昨晚没有决定 -什么？
这不是重点
我们就好像傻子一样，如果我们准备开个会，然我们无畏的领袖
并不出现，因为他要照料个美国佬
不，他是对的，他在点子上
你让我开始紧张这个了，是吗，伙计
作为个美国佬，他太谦虚了如果他告诉你
在美国，他是个国际黑带
空手道高手
-他是婊子吗？看他那小样 -不，不，不
血腥空手道电影？就是以他为原型
-真的？ -是的
-真的？ -是，这是真的
-真他妈直接 -胡说，胡说
-哦，为什么不相信？ -你已经在撒谎了
你在这里有他妈的5分钟了在撒谎
快点，你
快点
他现在是正式的伦敦佬了，这孩子
-哦，伦敦之东 -那真美丽
真美丽
哦，伦敦之东真美丽
那里满是小妞，美臀和西边的辣妹
哦，伦敦之东真美丽
-哦，伦敦之东 -哦，伦敦之东
-真美丽 -真美丽
嘿，matt，你上次提到的那个你是空手道高手
-我指，那个… 那是胡说，是不？ -哦，不，不
-不，伙计，还不如在福音上撒尿呢 -真的？
你教练叫什么
中国小老头，他叫什么？
-就是第一个？ -在他妈的三个里面，以婊子的名义
你怎么不在第四个里面？为什么你让两边不平等？
我仍会想，为什么你他妈的不在里面？
鸟在里面
竖起你的蓝旗翘起你的屁股
翘你的屁股，翘你的屁股
他妈的他到底叫什么，你个小婊子？你的指导，小子
-是啊，他的名字 -你欠他的
-我记不住了 -等，等，miyagi
-Miyagi，看在他妈的份上 -Miyagi
-Mr Miyagi，他本来可以
他是个真汉子，是个真汉子
他们认为他是个真汉子，那不合他妈的常理，如果你问我的话
他们付他工钱么？
-当然了，他得拿工资 -想一下，想一下这种情况
他拿到了所有的
不，听者，严肃的说，想一下这种情况
有个人找你拍部他妈的片子
然后不给你工钱，不要打断我
我指，我说的是真事
真男人Miyagi先生！
听着，这是我们的歌
他们到达了天际，正如同我们的梦想不断褪色
财富永远不知所综，我却寻找了每个角落
我只能永远吹着泡泡
天空中美丽的气泡
联合起来，联合起来，联合起来
他妈的理智起来，他妈的理智起来
他妈的理智起来
朋友之家，恩？
pete可能会教你一些礼貌，你是shannon的兄弟
但是说白了
我们不喜欢门外汉
好吗？
盖好你的屁股
早上好，伙计
嘿，pete，看，我准备回家，我觉得不太热
哦，他妈的，你会误了比赛
你不是想学足球么
我永远吹着泡泡
天空中美丽的气泡
他们飞得如此高，他们到达了天际
正如同我们的梦想不断褪色
财富永远不知所踪
我却寻找了每一个角落
我们永远吹着泡泡，天空中美丽的泡泡
联合起来，联合起来，联合起来
来啊，联合起来
小心，伙计，我们在全世界监控设施最多的国家
低下你的头
请小john deale的家长速速联系最近的乘务员
我们接下来的三场比赛是fulham客场，everton主场，newcastle united客场
甜心，来啊
把这个婊子扔出去
来啊，united
对着球门，伙计
他妈的出了什么事？
上啊
婊子养的
你个狗娘养的，狗娘
来个，你个他妈的祖鲁婊子，来啊，我想上你，你个婊子
来啊，你个恶棍
我真不敢相信，他在那里
看，这是他妈的bovver，那是bovver，看
好样的，伙计
是啊，是啊，他妈的
他妈的
他在那里，哦，bov，真他妈过瘾，伙计，真他妈过瘾
-我们的传奇 -恩，你已经
别担心，这还没结束，伙计们
事情是这样的，这帮婊子还想来个反击
-你听到什么了？ -哦，和以前一样
他妈的祖鲁，好像有50多个准备起来暴动了
他们准备在东ham附近突袭
-到时间该走了，伙计们 -我们还站在这里干什么
好了，走…
让我们揍扁他们
-我该回家了 -你知道回去的路
-回shan那里 -回银行站？
是的，但是低下你的头
好吧，我会处理的
他妈的，他难道不应该在孤儿院吗？
不要走东ham那条路，如果你遇到麻烦了，走另外一条
好，好，别担心
走吧，恩？
抓住他
-听着，我不想惹任何麻烦 -一个该死的美国佬
为什么个美国佬会和那些GSE在一起？
我只是个旅游者
哦，好吧，这种情况下，我们不如给你留个纪念品吧
你听说过伦敦式露齿笑么？
不，请不要
你带了美国快递么？
我敢打赌major肯定会一起分享这个伦敦式微笑
回到了黄金年度，恩？回到GSE还没有贱到
会拉下一个同伙
我们不会拉下伙计们
来啊
你个狗娘养的
-看，他跑了，跟上 -别跟丢了
我会抓住他的
他跑到哪里去了？
三岔口，他妈的跑道哪里去了
我他妈好像已经太老了
严肃的说，我可以用啤酒瓶来放倒他
-先出来 -从你妈妈里面出来
这得事先打算过，是吗？
来吧，伙计，回Abbey
-到谁了？ -你觉得他妈的到谁了？
-你们他妈的都是… -到你了，然后是Ned
-哦，闭嘴伙计 -臭嘴
-坐下 -那是谁？
-糟透了 -妈的
上啊，伙计们，真他妈卑鄙
干掉这个婊子
Zulu！Zulu！Zulu！
这他妈的是什么？
好，上啊，恩！你们他妈的站在那里到底是什么意思，你们这些婊子？
上啊，婊子们！
这他妈的到底算什么？
-快，快离开这里 -什么？
-他们有20个人 -别跑
并不仅仅因为你和我们在一起，你得像个男人一样战斗
-打架？我不知道怎么打啊 -就想着你恨着的那些人
上啊，然后
起来… 起来，你个娘们儿！
上！
你他妈的
放开我
GSE！GSE！
上啊！上啊！
上啊！
-他妈的，pete -你怎么做到的，恩？
真他妈糟糕的结果，bovver
你是个他妈的疯子，matt，看着我
公平的游戏，孩子
有太多小子吓得屁滚尿流然后跑了，你留下了
我真为你自豪，好样的
-他是谁，然后？ -谁？
你对打的那个小子
Jeremy Van，狗娘养的Holden
你所做所为让我们为你自豪，现在我们准备停止亲对方的屁股，我们出去喝一把
-你看到了他挥的第一拳了？ -是的
-一点娘娘腔 -一点基佬
好啦，这是我的第一击，上
上啊，你们不是都想挨揍么？
好啦，把他揍扁
早上好，阳光
你觉得怎么样？
哦，有点疼
英式早餐，双份剂量的阿司匹林，伙计，你会觉得像幸福的像只坚果
给你
我像种马一样撒尿
去他妈的记者，看这个
西汉姆联队赢3:0，在一场不公平的比赛中
还有我们昨天的大战上了头条，下贱的记者
那么，这是什么？
记者的胡说八道
-不，不，这个，GSE -轻点，孩子
你们是谁，好像有组织的政治游行或者别的什么？
不伙计，我们是俱乐部
-你从没在美国听说过？ -不
好吧，每个欧洲球队都会有，有的有两个
上帝啊，我忘了你们美国佬都是蠢货
你们只在媒体上看到我们有暴乱吧，小子，来
-这是你要的，培根三明治 -谢
看好了，west ham球队平平无奇
但是我们的俱乐部是首屈一指的，所有人都知道
GSE，绿色街道精英
Arsenal:伟大球队，垃圾俱乐部，“愚人”一群
垃圾球队垃圾公司
人们叫他“犹太垃圾”
事实上我把他们的主要成员都记在联系本上了
-Millwall怎么样 -哈，millwall
怎么说他妈的millwall呢
millwall和west ham比其他任何的俱乐部都要相互憎恨
就好像美国佬和红袜子队
更像以色列和巴勒斯坦
我们有10年没和millwall接触了
他们顶尖的小子叫tommy hathcher，是个相当可怕的婊子
major还在时候的一次大斗殴中，tommy的儿子被干掉了
那以后，他就冷静多了，有点畏缩，做事有谋划
-恩，那谁是Major？ -哦，major
在这里是一个传奇啊
他在90年代的时候经营GSE，那时候我刚来
是我见过最硬的婊子
他离开的时候我们都不知所措了
但是相信我，我的小伙子们恢复老牌GSE的声誉
那么基本上，俱乐部就是那么一伙人
差不多，但是并远不是传言里面讲的只斗殴
我指，在车子里面用玩具枪射一个8岁的小女孩
那是耻辱的
看好，我们可能回去打架
但是这实在关系到名誉
侮辱另一个混蛋
或者做一些其他俱乐部会知道或者谈论的事情
就像个美国佬在他第一次打架的时候就揍扁了伯明翰的大混蛋
-请坐，小姐，请坐 -谢谢
没什么
看着，pete，你为我做的这一切，我太感激了
不要这么说，昨天的结果对我们两个都有好处
我们有了乐子，喝了酒，为自己叫好
我们人数众多，但我们的伙计们力挺我们
我们站在一起，不管发生什么
这就是我们的主旨
-看他妈的他的样子 -不要用他妈的开头
我对你说什么了？我只告诉你一个基本的道理：不要惹麻烦
这与我无关
他正走回家，他被偷袭了，bruv，他真幸运因为我们在那里
好吧，你他妈真是个英雄，伙计？
你从沙发上看到了一切，是吧？
告诉你吧，bruv，你关心的家庭
还把所有的麻烦留给了我，是吧？ -我的家庭？这和你有什么关系，恩？
你想让你妈妈来这里看到你的混账样么？
或许你想把这些景象留给你爸爸
哦，上帝！matt，发生什么了？
shannon，我很好
pete，你不知道你对这个家庭做了什么么？
我所能看到的不过是个可怕的老头
-不要这样和我说话 -放开他！你们都想错了
-把你的手从我身上挪开！ -住手！
steve！放开他，放开
他妈的滚出去，滚！
说谎的王八蛋
宝贝，对不起
好吧，伙计，那不过是小片子中的一场
不谢谢，是的
来一瓶？
-不 -哦，来嘛
你必须为这次流血事件负责
准备好你的钱，我要出杀手锏了
-你还拿着钱？你拿着？ -是啊
上帝，你们两个加入了hip，还是什么？
别说了，bov，不然你就变祥林嫂了
不，我开始担心你们两个了
我想，我该说的清楚一些，我觉得你们两个就是一对同性恋
Bov
我们认识有段时间了，是吧？
相对于其他任何我认识的小混蛋，我更信任你
但是我们两个似乎越过了一条警戒线
如果你也有这样的问题，那是你的问题，与我无关
不过如果你还想深入讨论的话，我们不如出去说
啤酒，孩子们
-嘿，bov，来啊，到你击球了，伙计 -pete
-是啊，来啊，真他妈的 -继续游戏，伙计 -
-Pete -小心
没事吧，伙计？
我不相信你就这么出去了，昨晚你甚至没在这里过夜
我不想搞砸你的生活
哦，你没有搞砸任何事情
-那么你和steve都还好？ -是的，是的，我们都好
那就好，恩，我会从pete那里再联系你的
Matt
请不要走
只是steve对一些发生的事感到恐怖
他实在是想你和我们住在一起，我也是
-我不想你和pete住在一起 -恩，我想和pete住在一起
你知道pete和他的混蛋朋友们不是很好的答案
你在说些什么？什么答案？
这只是，我在请求你，求你在接下来的三年里，过来看看我
还有你，你甚至不参加我的婚礼
你不了解我的丈夫，你都没有抱抱你的侄子
你昨天也根本没出现，你又要走了
看好你在对谁说，我指，妈妈一死，你就跑到了另一个混帐城市
对不起
-你会过来吗？ -是的，当然
Jeremy Van Holden？
听过去像个婊子
伙计，如果他对我那么做
我会打得他后悔为什么做人
听上去好像这些哈佛男孩们会在你睡觉的时候割断你的脖子
在那个小子陷害你之前，你都学了什么？
-历史 -历史？
-我教历史 -你教？
是的，没用的垃圾
历史和PE，什么？难道你觉得GSE会发工资么？
伙计，我就像个婊子一样聪明
来吧，这里有只厚颜无耻的猴子
孩子们，今天我们有个相对尊贵的客人
Buckner先生是个美国人
他曾在美国最著名的大学，哈佛，就读
但是尽管他有卓越的学识
Buckner先生始终认为
棒球相较足球，是一项更优秀的运动
我知道孩子们，这完全是颠倒是非
现在，我们的任务，就是把他从罪恶的思想中拯救出来
还要教会他什么才是生命中最重要的，这就是
-足球！ -对极了
我们要五人一队，Buckner先生会当客场球队守门员
现在，不要害怕他，孩子们，你知道美国人是怎么弄得鼻青脸肿的
那么我们怎么保证公平？
我应该让每个球都进？
我不必为这个担心的，伙计
好的，准备好了么？
上啊，孩子们
就是这样，就是这样
太漂亮了，太漂亮了，漂亮至极
是啊，是啊
上啊，Duncan
接着来，过人，控球，一路带到底
射门，射门，伙计
对，就是这样
刚才那个是什么？
太漂亮了，进的太漂亮了
我爱这个
就这样，乖孩子
好了，走，主场球队10，客场3
感谢客场守门员的糟糕扑救
好了，换衣服去吧，孩子们，好吗？
-现在，这就是所谓的痛打落水狗 -哦，是你让我这么干的
那些孩子有少年奥林匹克足球队的水平了吧，对吧？
不，伙计，只是普通的英国男孩
我们等下上历史课
有关美国独立战争的
如果你来讲，他们肯定会爱听的
恩，美国历史不是我的专业
伙计，他们才10岁，教他们任何你想的吧
恩，我和shannon这个下午有约了，所有…
他妈的，等下我们一起喝杯酒吧，怎么样？
-好，等下酒吧见 -好，伙计
你是谁！你是谁！
这些孩子，他们狠狠地教训了我一顿，伙计
我在那里沉思，觉得那不是普通的孩子
闭嘴
他们到处进球
哦，不会吧
你说什么？
我扑救了比你说得多的球
-不，不，不 -不
-上帝啊 -看那个肥婊子
你他妈的狗娘养的
继续，你他妈的把硬币塞进去啊
恩，我真他妈蠢
这不是我的老朋友bovver么
怎么样啊，小子？还行吧？
我对你说一件事，你在我们的地头上
露脸
这里有起码半数的人想踹你他妈的屁股
而且有其中四个站在那里
正是如此，小子
那么告诉我，听说
你们的俱乐部已经面向国际了？
更不要忘向你能忽视我，你个小婊子
现在，我再说一遍，我听说你们有个小美国佬在你们的俱乐部里，这到底是怎么回事？
这只是暂时的
暂时的，恩？
你是不是觉得我应该让这里安静一点？
我他妈的在进行对话
他怎么了？
那么看看你，小bovver
看，已经长大了
你的那个小女孩到哪里去了？
-Petey
她呆在家里，不是吗？把她的小脚
伸进Major他妈的大鞋里去？
是啊，我猜那时候他还很小呢，小子
你的日子快到了
你总归还是个软骨头，你
那么告诉我，bov
你是一个人来的吗？
不好意思，bov
你好？我是tommy，Tommy Hatcher
-是的，我知道 -哦，你知道？
那好，现在，你看到了，这不好，这真的相当，相当不好
因为你现在就没有借口为什么不让那个八婆保持安静
什么？george，你不能让他这么说我
greorge，你的小鸟自从我进来以后，就没有一刻不再叽叽喳喳
现在，我建议你去闭上她的嘴
那么我现在就可以和我的客人，bovver，曾经荣耀的GSE
继续对话了
你不能告诉我…哦，上帝！
你看到她怎么做了吧？她曾经有闭上过她的鸟嘴吗？
曾经，他妈的，曾经？
-够了！ -够了？
我会告诉你什么是足够，小子，恩？
看着，tommy
那个巴基佬报警了，伙计，快点，我们得撤
tommy，我们最好快撤，伙计
我会再见你的
再见，bov
我要明晚才能回来
对她温柔一点，还有记住
左行道 -左行道，好的
-你看上去很紧张 -紧张？去他妈的
你心里怎么想？
只有两个单词能让每个英国的Hammer人整晚high起来
联合起来，离开
-嗨，嗨 -好了，小子们
嗨，嗨
-好了，伙计，你还好吧 -是啊，还行，大个子
-事情怎么样了？ -不错
好，matt
-bovver在哪里？ -鬼知道
他整个星期都在闹情绪，估计是月经周期综合症，是吧？
赛前综合症吧，关键时刻他竟然变成了娘娘腔，是吧？
-来吧，pete，火车五分钟以后就开了 -知道了，等一下
他妈的关机了，我真不敢相信他竟然会破坏联盟
他们当然想射杀你，自从上次你把他们的头号男孩拉下马
去年发生了什么？
-我可能有一点走得高了 -是嘛，只有一点？
-dave在哪里？你有他的消息嘛？ -你有吗？
哦，出师不利，不是吗？
我可以去
-不，伙计 -什么？
我可以去，你不可以只有lke和swill作伴
我不是冒犯你，伙计，但是这次旅途我们不能带乘客
来啊，他妈的，我等会儿会给你来电的
鬼知道，够了
-接住 -怎么样？
2:55到Manchester的特快火车将要到达
-太好了，lads，bovver -不错啊，伙计
我记得我们约在停车场等
看着，bov，你想耍把戏，那对我来说没什么
但是能不能顺利把今天的事情对付过去过再干，好吗？
你还好吧，伙计？Keith，过来，伙计们
你他妈的在说什么？我们要大干一场
不，我不会再借给你任何钱了
-我不欠你任何钱 -看在他妈的面子上，来啊，来玩嘛
-你上次的还没还呢 -你想挨揍还是怎么的？
你来这里干什么，matt？
-我以为就你们三个人 -哦，那不是太温馨了啊
这是什么？这也是你的计划一部份，恩？
我可不准备和这个他妈的小白脸一起走
-坐下，伙计 -没事的，伙计
你好，伙计
-刚才谁在叫？ -我可不准备给你钱
-他已经在这里了 -糟透了
不，我不，想一下那些球员
-想一下任何一个天杀的球员 -Robbie Fowler
-他不算，不算真的 -他看上去就像
Dave，你在哪里？
-对不起，我想你 -误机了？
飞机晚点1小时
-快点飞 -我在这里
什么，曼彻斯特？
是的，但是
这里有40个人聚在这里，看上去个个都好像肾上腺素分泌过多的样子
-听一下 -联合！联合！
哦，bov
-他妈的 -你听到了吗？
-听到了，伙计 -他们在这里等你
不要进入曼彻斯特，听到了吗？
-知道了，多谢 -好的，再见
我们有麻烦了
-发生什么了？ -他们在车站等我们
什么，他们知道我们在哪里？
是的，我们这里肯定出内奸了
-多少人？ -四十或者五十
-我们不能在下一站下车吗？ -这是特快
-她只在曼彻斯特停车 -是吗，bov？
来啊，来啊，伙计们，如果我们不出现，他们就会要求有个说法
-去他妈的，我们得去车站 -你是蠢材吗？我们刚离开
闭上鸟嘴，你本来都不该来这里
这才是主要的，这是我们立身的根本
-他妈的 -好吧，这是计划
ike，打电话给dave，告诉他发生什么事了，这里到曼彻斯特有12英里
我们马上需要一些出租车
他妈的！出租车都跑哪里去了？
pete，我有个主意
-我告诉你让你闭嘴 -滚开bovver
-你说什么？ -住手
快他妈的住手！你说什么？
谁是他妈的unites？
谁是他妈的united？
mp，这是mm5在临近的负责的最后报道
那些婊子都躲到哪里去了？火车应该5分钟前就到了
他们应该已经到这里了，下火车以后没有别的路啊，站好了看好了
记住，nigel会让那个婊子养的dunham吃苦头的
-那就对了 -好极了
-你他妈的想干什么？ -对不起，我们有相当重要的
hugh拍摄的胶片，我们必须马上送过去
hugh grant的电影？有什么女明星吗？
-我想有Cameron Diaz -有就好了，这小妞真他妈的辣
-好啦，小子们，让它通过 -谢啦
给我们30秒，我们出去一下
你的名誉在哪里，你的名誉在哪里？GSE你的名誉在哪里？
GSE你的名誉在哪里？
这里就是你的名誉，这里就是GSE的名誉
这里就是你的名誉
在曼彻斯特，总有一天我们每个人都有生命危险
每个人都心知肚明，但我们不
Ike那之后把这个故事传遍了英格兰
比DI女士死亡的速度都快，GSE终于回来了
瞬间我成为了伦敦最具声誉的俱乐部的一员
-古老的守卫 -古老的守卫
每个小镇的人都听说了我
他们听出了我的口音，然后说你就是那个美国佬
直到我死
联合起来！联合起来！
你想知道最精华的那部分么？
这并不是知道你的朋友可以和你并肩作战
而是知道你可以和你的朋友并肩作战
他们是我的前胸后背
我从未和如此接近死神
然而我却有前所未有的安全感
前所未有的自信
人们从一英里外就可以发现了
对于暴力…
老实说，他在我身体里滋长
一旦你吃了几拳，而且意识到你并不是玻璃娃娃
你不会意识到你还活着，除非你自己在这条路上渐行渐远
那么，你为什么不告诉我？
我从你姐姐那里才能知道你被开除了？
-你为什么不打电话给我 -我打了，只有答录机回答
你本可以留下信息的
恩，我已经对和你的语音交流的方式感到厌倦了
你知道什么？我根本就不需要这个
嘿，matt，matt，过来…
嘿过来，shannon说你被立案了，是真的吗？
-是的 -那好，那么你为什么不来找我？
我为什么要找你？你他妈的到底想说什么？
我想说的是，这个看上去并不妙，matt
你说你被立案了，你连你的父亲都不联系？
如果你是无辜的，你本应该反抗的
-如果我是无辜的？ -如果你是无辜的
为什么不来找我帮忙？ -你觉得我是干毒品买卖的？
-明显的，我不知道 -那你怎么想的
-我不知道 -那好，这就是我为什么不找你的原因
你当然不知道怎么想，你根本就不怎么了解我
所有你，你到英国来了？
-是的 -好吧，那现在怎么办，matt？你现在有什么打算？
-你究竟想干什么？ -来吧，只是几个问题
听着，carl，你真的想解除我这个麻烦吗？
你只是突然出现然后决定履行父亲的责任了吗？
看，我… 我得去伦敦时报
-你太难以让人相信了，你知道什么 -我只是想让你去见一些人
我不再是10岁小孩了，你要再花些功夫才能愚弄我
只是我在当官时的一些老朋友，我觉得
你觉得只要我和你在伦敦时报的主编朋友握一下手
我原本的生活就可以恢复吗？
这只是顿免费的午餐
欢迎来到足球联赛四分之一决赛抽签
这是世界足球俱乐部里最古老且最具盛名的联赛
很幸运，今天我们有west ham集团的Frank McAvennie先生
和主席作为我们的保证人，Phil Peters先生
按往常管理，主队会先抽签，是吗，frank？
-2号 -2号
-Cardiff City将会对 -3号
-3号，liverpool -是的
7号
-7号，sunderland将对 -6号
6号，Newcastle United，差不多是最北边的了
-8号 -8号，西汉姆联队
将对
5号，millwall -爽！
是的！
-队的！ -上啊，雄狮！
真他妈棒
bov，伙计，我们抓住他们了，伙计
哦，brov，他们肯定逃不了
你肯定不会相信我看到谁走进时报了
什么？谁？
我们的小美国佬伙计
我他妈的就知道
我早就觉得这小婊子有些猫腻
是啊，伙计，他太狡猾了
现在，我会告诉你怎么做的，我下班以后来接我
好，下班见，哥们儿
你知道吗你姐姐担心死你了
他说你和一些流氓混在一起
他们不是流氓，爸爸，他们是我的朋友
好吧，你至少写些什么关于这个？
要我写些什么？不
嘿，matt，听着，我想让你和我一起回家
-什么？ -不，看着
作为一个父亲，你可能不相信我，可是作为一个记者
我告诉你，你的名声是你的一切
你必须回到哈佛，洗清你的名声
我们可以，我们可以一起飞回去
哦，忘了他吧，爸爸
我不会回家的
上帝啊
看着
我有些事或许能让你感觉好一些
我保留写游记的习惯
这是唯一一件你告诉我，我还在坚持的事情
我知道
我只是再确定一下
嘿，steve
-你怎么样？见到你真不错
-matt -嘿
我要去换下衣服，你的飞机是几点？
慢慢来，我的计程车半小时以后才会来，所以
无论如何，我得和我的外孙说再见
我得走了，爸爸
好的，matt
看着，我知道有些事可能…
见到你真好
-怎么样？ -不错
那么你们这群小伙将庆祝今天的抽签了？
抽签，等等，我们和谁？
-难道你不知道？ -不
-哦，说吧，steve，谁？ -millwall
主场
你好，你好
难道我们不想玩？
-嘿，美女 -嘿
你还好吧？
是的，我刚在看爸爸和ben在玩
他外公做的比爸爸好
你知道，他看过去像个老顽童
作为一个资深的记者
那么他是个混蛋当你们长大的时候
我猜这就是为什么你们不加入这老头的事业了
你指什么
你知道的，继承父业
你说什么？matt做到了
-你说什么？ -matt比我对我们那个不负责任的爸爸
要来的迷恋
shannon，“matt做到了”你是什么意思？
那就是为什么matt在哈佛学新闻，他是新闻专业的
我正的希望他能重操旧业
你知道的，一旦他让你的兄弟远离他的系统
因此他是个美国佬，还是个地下记者
看样子我们得给那个孩子两副棺材
我们恨millwall，我们恨millwall
我们是millwall的仇恨者，我们恨millwall
我们恨millwall，我们恨millwall
steve，你在这里干什么？
我有两句话要对你说
-发生什么了？shannon还好吗？ -是的，她很好
-你为什么不告诉我 -Steve Dunham刚刚进来了
你为什么不早告诉我你是干新闻的？
我不是，我退出了，这有什么区别吗？
那好，听着，伙计，对某些人来说，是的，这有很大的区别
那好，你对那个知道什么？
听我的，我喜欢你
但是你完全没有概念你涉入了什么
现在，我就要告诉我的兄弟，他最好的哥们儿是个记者
所有现在我和你老离开这里
干杯
Stevie Dunham…
这些年以后终于又回到了abbey
欢迎回家，major
-the Major
Major，Major，Major
GSE，GSE，GSE
好啦，等一下
好了，小子们，你们这么多人到这里来干什么？
-美国佬在这里吗？ -没有
-他是他妈的暗访记者 -什么？
不可能，胡说
老实说吧，伙计，我看到他和其他一些记者进了时代报，还握手
-我想还挺亲密的呢，那代表什么呢 -好好想想吧
他来路不明，他从没经历什么挫折
看在他妈的份上，pete，他到时代报还有什么别的好做？
不那根本不代表什么
他到那里可以有数不清的理由
哦，好啊，这次我想自己把事情弄个水落石出
你确定要这样，bov？
如果你像这样进来，你他妈最好想清楚了
好啊，小心，伙计
那么，这是他的，是吗？
-是的 -是的？
这他妈是什么？
这里，keith，你知道怎么用电脑
看下
-这是什么 -你他妈的
你他妈的婊子
找到了
五月一号:West Ham VS Birmingham 主场
pete把我带到了水路上的Brigid Abbey酒吧
这是他的主要巢穴，然后他把我介绍给了他手下的混混们
哦，看啊，我们他妈的是混混了
来，我们继续
bovver是pete的得力的左右手
keith差不多是bovver的执行者
-你开心了吧现在？我们可都是见证人 -他一点都没提到我
等着
我穿几件衣服
那么你就是那个major？
我就是
我猜有些人认为我依旧是
这个terry在那个黄金时代曾经是我的左右手
很久之前了，伙计
你为什么退出呢？
我那时候是个疯狗
我只关心
我在英国俱乐部里的名誉
我指，你已经听说了我的故事了吧，是吧？
我去看的最后一词比赛是millwall对west ham
这已经是10年前了
我指，这些年我都等着这场比赛
是啊，在millwall
我们人多势众，走入了他们的赛场
我们从一开始就兴奋过度了
那个Tommy Hatcher
那个时候他是他们的头
他把他12岁的崽子Tommy Jr，带到了赛场
总是炫耀他养出来的好孩子，就像炫耀一只美洲犬
但是我们输了比赛
3-0
接着那些millwall的婊子就开始嘲笑我们
我那时候就丧失了理智
我指，我不能就这样算了，你知道？
所以我聚集了我所以的手下，尾随并攻击了他们
我看到那个小崽子倒下了
Tommy！不！
我看到他的头盖骨被GSE的皮靴踩得粉碎
那之后我就再也没有去看过任何比赛了
我金盆洗手
然后我就遇到了你的姐姐
她是我的天使，她真的拯救了我
为我展现了另外一种生活，让我忘掉了以前的混帐日子
还有她发誓
如果我回到这里，她就离开我
当我回想起那些日子
相信我，孩子，那真的，让你血管喷张
我指，当我听着，你知道
赛季里那些体育馆传出的吼叫，是啊，所有的人都狂热地叫着我的名字
唯我是听，唯我是尊，当我想着这些
我就想回到这里
但是shannon和ben，他们让我冷静
生命中有太多别的东西要承担
得到了你想要的消息了吧，伙计？
-把它们都写下来？ -什么？
-他妈的记者 -哦
哦！哦！
-你知道你在做什么吗？ -他是个混蛋的暗访记者！
-别告诉他任何事！ -我说，你能确信？
什么？你已纪知道了？
我只知道他曾经在哈佛学过新闻
但是他已经推出了
我们发现了他的笔记，有所有我们的故事
那他妈的叫日记
ned看见你和一群记者在时代报里面
那是我爸爸，他是个记者，你知道的
他的老爸是个他妈的记者，你早就知道了
-看着，那不代表任何事情，bov -什么？
他的专业是新闻，他老爸是记者
这他妈的有什么区别？
你让他们当中的混到我们中间了
-我没有想套出任何东西 -闭上你的鸟
我不关心他是谁他做了什么
我不许你动他一根手指头
你他妈的出了什么问题，恩？
他会葬送我们所有人的，难道你想袖手旁观看他这么对我们吗？
不
不，steve，你是头
你开创了这家俱乐部
我在为所有的伙计们说话，我们遇上了最大的麻烦
你的弟弟是个软蛋他不能领导我们
GSE是pete的公司，对吗？
他说了算
好啊？
恩，你们他妈的都滚吧
GSE？
他妈的给我让出路来！滚！
把你自己弄干净
这就是了，伙计，我们终于等到那群hammer婊子了
Millwall！Millwall！Millwall！
Millwall！Millwall！
-他到这里来干嘛？ -martin，坐下，孩子，宝贝
-这就对了，照老大说的坐，你个混蛋 -他妈的
Bovver
你知道我们不得不停止这样的会面
人们都开始说话了
那么，你这么晚到这里来干什么？
难道你不该呆在家里和你的
狐朋狗友担心被我们放倒吧
什么？难道你们拌嘴了？
那好，你想要什么，bov？
那个混蛋美国人他妈的是暗访记者
他现在在我们的酒店
tommy，你该给他点教训
他准备用笔杆子毁了我们
你凭什么认为我会为你出头，恩？
因为major也在那里
Stevie Dunham's在那里？
-哦，谢谢，pete -闭嘴
混帐历史学生，你他妈的是什么？
看着，我抱歉我撒谎了，我不是历史专业，但是只有这样而已
-我不是个记者 -那好，现在局面很糟，不是吗？
-那你为什么要留纪录？ -这只是日记，我的习惯而已
你是为时报工作的吗？
不，看着，我说的是实话，你要相信我，pete
伙计，你他妈的让我处境糟糕
如果我不能说服那些小子们
他们俱乐部的头头不是个他妈的美国记者
那GSE就完了
所以我现在要出去
我要告诉他们bov弄错了
还有你是我们中的一员
那样我就会好过一点
那么，bovver
你有别的什么想告诉我的吗？
听着，tom，拜托，这是必须做的
你一个人去做吧，小bovver
渣滓
他妈的
这个混蛋和bovver一起可以毁掉这个俱乐部
伙计，我需要你
和我们呆在一起，只是和millwall的这一次
我不会帮你的
我已经对我的妻子和儿子发过誓了，对吧
我不会违背誓言的
你知道，现在的情况是这样的
你可以拥有的最好的名誉，就是你的家庭
-这是什么 -趴下，他妈的快趴下
好啊，伙计们
上帝啊
pete，pete，来啊，伙计们！
你好，terry
他妈的！
Terry
看啊，这么多年后谁又回到他妈的Abbey了
你好，tommey，tommy，我现在已经和这些都无关了，伙计
退休了，是吗？你过上了美国佬的日子，是吗？
你有自己的儿子了吧，是吧？
-听着 -我曾经有个儿子！
-对不起！ -你还记得他吧？
-你他妈的记得？ -对不起！
太晚了
-混蛋 -哦，他妈的
不，tommy！
-你听我的 -tommy…
你今晚得死
那我们就两清了
完事了！走！
Pete！Pete，过来，伙计！快点！
上帝啊，混蛋
bovver，你看你做了什么？
快叫辆车！
把他弄进去！
快把他弄到他们的车里面去
进去，快
走！快走！快闪开！
快开！快开！
救命！帮帮我们！他被刺了！
-来，快点！ -把他抬上担架
-他妈的快点！ -电击
走
6份镇静剂
他刚才说什么？
他没事，在挂盐水
相信伙计
你总是说我的问题是太信任伙计们了
我太过信任伙计了
你太信任那个美国佬了
这就是你证明给我看的方式吗？
背后陷害我吗？
和Tommy Hatcher合手暗害major？
他妈的杀了我的哥哥？
我要杀了tommy，听着，我一定会做的
我不需要你这样做
我再也不需要你了
滚，开
bruv，求求你，我是混蛋
-Shannon，Shannon -混蛋，你得…
恶心！你太恶心了！
对不起
我知道
医生说了你马上就会好的
他说只需要一段时间
我们明天离开
我们现在在这里不安全了
-你还好吧，伙计？ -他怎么样？
他在挂盐水
那么，现在怎么办？
告诉tommy，我要算总账
-明天 -好的
我们干完这票就金盆洗手
找一个安静的地方，不再干预老账
Ike，你有人码头做安全工作的？
-是的 -找到他，让他帮个忙
是的
来吧
事情弄得怎么样了？
我和ben准备这个晚上就飞到boston去
你不能离开他，他在尽力保护我们
-你不能这么对他，shannon -是的，他可以
她不得不
你也是
明天我会和你一起去那个码头
上帝啊
他们毁了我们的酒吧
-他们把你的哥哥弄进了医院 -那不是你的问题
你在说什么，我和你站在一条战线上
matt，听我的
是时候回家了
我都不知道我的家在哪里
我想我们都知道这不是事实
伙计，这是我的战斗，在医院里的是我的哥哥
我会好好收拾tommy的
回家，伙计
我永远吹着泡泡
空中美丽的泡泡
他们飞得如此高
高至天际
就像
你做的是正确的事，matt
是的
你知道回了家，就没有人关心你的荣誉
你知道的，对吧？
我去叫辆计程车
-matt在哪里？ -终于回家了
上啊
这里是波士顿路，MPCP-501，Charlie-27
骚乱
计程车在…
路上
Matt？
现在，至少你们中一个dunham垃圾要为我的儿子付出代价
我的老朋友，bovver，从来不会拒绝一场好架
你知道我的，bruv
把他扶起来
太他妈的
Shannon！
Shannon，停下！
Shannon，过来！
matt，不要做傻瓜！把她弄出这里！
Shannon，停下！
-Matt！ -Shannon，停下！
-pete，你在做什么？ -真他妈的糟糕，tommy
那是steve dunham的老婆
如果tommy进了那辆车，你知道他会对她做什么吗？
他他妈的是禽兽
嗨，宝贝
Matt！
来吧，让我进去！
让我进去，荡妇！我要砸玻璃进去了！
我要砸着他妈的窗了！
-你还好吗？ben还好吗？ -是的，matt
你想来一下吗，你个小美国佬
bov，你想为你所做的补偿吗？
把我哥哥一家送出这里
Tommy！
你不想干掉我吗，啊？
你已经完了，小pete
nto几分钟里面就可以解决你，蠢货
我们没有杀你的儿子，tommy！
你有！
你本该保护他的，伙计！
他是你的儿子！
-不要再谈我的儿子了 -他是你的儿子，tommy！
-快他妈的上车！上车！ -带上pete！
只是个可怜的hammer可怜虫！
他的脸被打碎了！
他让我恶心！
我用砖头砸了他！
现在这个婊子再也不能笑或者唱歌了
-他再也不能笑，唱歌 -不，tommy，够了！
我会让你们离开的，走
-你不能离开他 -pete！
Pete！
他妈的快点救救他！
Pete Dunham活着的时候教会了我要坚持自己的立场
他的死教会了我要适时放手
可我再也没有机会感激他了
但是，我会用我的生活方式来纪念他
太多了
好了
祝贺你获得epstein工作，Van Holden
那会是个不错的开始
我当然知道你爸爸的当选与这个无关
太谢谢了，todd
先生们，请允许我离开一会
我又要使用这家旅馆的良好设施了
一个好运的混蛋
混蛋
Matt Buckner？
是你吗？
上帝啊，matt，你看过去像堆狗屎
嘿，buckner，不介意吧
-你说你会挺我的 -什么？
当我代你在哈佛退学的时候，你说你会挺我的
你别耍我了，小子
那是你的毒品，你说如果被发现你会损失惨重
还有你说会挺我的 -够了
是的，我说过我会挺你的
上帝啊，matt，我
我现在正在开会
给我办公室打电话，和cindy说，她会为你安排一个时间的
你肯定在和我开玩笑，你个软骨头
-你会挺我的如果 -好了！是的，我说过
-这他妈的是什么？ -哦，这个？
-这是我回哈佛的车票 -把它给我
我不会的
我永远吹着泡泡
空中美丽的泡泡
它们高至天际
就像我的梦想不断褪色
财富永远要不可及
我却寻找了每一个角落
我永远吹着泡泡
空中美丽的泡泡
联合
联合！
I know I am I'm sure I am
I'm West Ham till I die
Go on, bruv. Go on, bruv.
Fuck me.
lf l knew we was going to a bar mitzvah….
….l would have brought me fucking skullcap.
Mate, Tottenham's due north.
Are you lost? Or just fucking stupid?
-Still a stand-up comedian, eh, Dunham? -Oh, shut up.
All right, mate. You know, back when the Major….
….was doing your job, he wasn't nearly so chatty.
Probably because he wasn't quite so nervous either.
Yeah, the Major always preferred a scrap to your yammer.
-What's all that? What is that? -Yammer?
-You reckon? -Yeah.
Mate, l think you should get on the next train and fuck off out of here.
Before something bad happens.
Maybe we'll be interested to see exactly what that is.
You're not exactly top-flight mob these days, are you?
Hey? More like a two-bob mob.
See? Now that's just plain rude.
But, hey, if you fancy it, who are we to let you down?
You fucking cunt. You.
Let's go.
l'm telling you, you don't need Lewis.
No, l know--Look, l will trade you Keyshawn and Maddox for Lewis.
-Maddox? -And l'm gonna be losing out on this deal.
Because Keyshawn, he's back with the--
He's back with the old coach. He's back with Parcells.
And they are gonna be an unstoppable team. You know that. l know that.
Hey, look, man, he was comeback player of the year.
You know? Not many guys have thrown over 6000 yards.
Come on, you--
Look, let me call you back. l gotta deal with something.
All right, but I--
Buckner.
That's $ 1 0,000, l think it's a pretty good deal.
We never had a deal, Jeremy.
Look. l know you got screwed here.
But l have my family's reputation to protect.
l mean, a Van Holden getting expelled from Harvard.
There's no way.
l've got a little more at stake here, Matt.
Buckner?
Come on, man.
My dad is definitely gonna get re-elected.
When l graduate, l'll totally hook you up.
Thanks, bro.
You're really saving my ass.
You've reached Carl Buckner.
I'm currently on assignment in Kabul, and I'm unreachable.
Leave a message with the Foreign Correspondence Desk….
….of the Washington Bureau of the Times….
….and I will get back to you as soon as possible. Thanks so much.
This is a security announcement at Heathrow Airport.
Please keep your belongings with you at all times.
My name is Matt Buckner. Last spring, I got kicked out of Harvard….
….two months shy of my diploma. But what I was about to learn….
….no Ivy-League school in the world could teach me.
Mind the gap. Please stand clear of the closing doors.
Mind the gap. Please stand clear.
All right.
Matt?
-Hi. Hey. -Hey.
-Oh, my God. -Oh, it's so good to see you.
You too. Was there a terrorist attack?What happened here?
Oh, welcome to match-day madness. Tottenham was in town last night.
Are you a soccer fan now?
Don't let them hear you say the word "soccer."
-Who's them? -The British Empire.
Uncle Matt, meet Ben.
-Can you believe that? -Hey there, little guy.
-He's adorable. -Yeah.
lt is so good to see you. But what are you doing here?
lt just doesn't make any sense, Matt.
Why would you have been expelled if you didn't do anything wrong?
lt was my roommate. He's a total cokehead.
Somebody tipped off campus security and we got our room searched.
They found his stash in my stuff.
l guess he'd been hiding his shit in my closet the entire time.
Really?
Yeah. Really.
No, l mean, you could tell me if you were taking--
-lt's not like that. -You fought it and they didn't believe you?
Matt?
You fought it, right?
Look, you don't know who this guy is.
He's a Van Holden.
l wouldn't have even had a chance.
So what did Dad say?
"You've reached Carl Buckner."
Oh, "l'll be in the lvory Coast for the next 57 years."
-Kabul this time. -Whatever.
Seriously, though, when you spoke to him, what'd he say?
-l didn't tell him. -He doesn't know?
You know what? lf l was you, l probably would've done the same thing.
-Yeah? -Once he finds out that his golden boy….
….just got kicked out of Harvard, he'll dive headfirst into an empty swimming pool.
Gee, thanks.
Oh, Steve's home.
-Hi, baby. -Hey.
-l've got a surprise for you. -Oh, honey, we have a guest.
This is my kid brother, Matt.
Hello, mate. How you doing?
-lt's good to finally meet you. -And you.
Finally made it across the pond, then, did you?
Yeah.
Who's this? Who's this? Come on.
l missed you. Come here.
-Yeah. -l missed you, my little lord Ben.
-Honey, you want some tea? -That'd be great.
-Tea, huh? -Get over it.
-Good-looking little geezer, isn't he? -He sure is.
Listen, Matt, l'm really pleased you're here, mate….
….but l kind of made some plans for tonight.
l've got this romantic evening set up. Got a babysitter booked….
….and we got tickets to see Chicago.
You wouldn't mind if we go, would you?
Hold on, excuse me.
What a surprise.
-What you doing? -Aye, aye. All right, bruv.
Jesus, Shannon, you look rough.
You're a funny guy, Pete.
Matt, this is Pete, Steve's brother. Pete, this is my brother, Matt.
-Hey. -Hi, son.
Good to meet you.
Hello, Ben.
I'm West Ham till I die I'm West Ham till I die
I know I am I'm sure I am
-l'm taking him to bed. Hey. -All right, babe.
See you later, Ben.
-Well done. -What?
-l thought you were going to the match. -Well, technically, yes.
But me and the boys got into a bit of a drinking session last night.
One thing's led to another--
-Let me guess. You've lost your wallet. -And me keys. There's a taxi outside.
Top bloke, my brother.
So……
How are we, my colonial cousin?
-Fine, thanks. -"Fine, thanks."
You couldn't make it 1 00, could you?
-Yeah, how does "piss off" sound? -Oh, fuck off, come on.
Get some drinks in Get some drinks in
-Get-- -Shut up. Just shut up.
l'll tell you what l'll do, all right?
l'll give you….
….a hundred….
….if you take Matt to the match.
Oh, fuck off, you're having a bubble.
Bruv, you know l can't take a Yank to football.
Yeah, you can. And you're gonna be on your best behavior, do you understand?
-Go on. -Well, come on, then.
Cheers, Matt. We don't get much time on our own.
Right.
Listen to me. You don't give him the money. Okay? No way.
-That's beer for the boys. -All right.
All right.
Matt? Where are you going?
l'm going to the soccer game with Pete.
-But you just got here. -l know, but l'll catch up with you later.
-Yeah, have a good time. -Hurry up.
See you.
l don't want him hanging out with Pete and those thugs.
lt's all right. He's a big boy. He can look after himself, can't he?
Pick a hand. Come on.
The right hand?You've just won the star prize.
Yeah?
-How much do you love me? -A lot.
That's not enough.
Look, mate….
….l'm not being funny.
But the last thing l wanna do is take you to the match with me.
So here's how it works.
Give me half the money. l'll go to football.
You can have a wander round where Churchill took a tom.
Or whatever it is that you Yanks do in jolly old.
-A tom? -A tom. A tom tit, a shit.
lt's rhyming slang. Like "bees and honey" for money.
All right, l can say to you, give me the fucking bees.
l made a promise to Steve.
Well, Steve ain't here, is he, mate? l am. And to be honest….
….you're pissing in the wind if you think l'm taking you.
-l'm not giving you the money. -You ain't really got a fucking choice, mate.
And you're starting to get on my tits. Give me half the money.
Cops!
Well, how fucking stupid do you feel now?
Come on then, dance for me, Yankee.
Serves you right for fighting like a bleeding tart.
But try that again, and l will kick the shit out of you.
Yeah, the tom out of me, l get it.
Get up, come on.
So. l'm guessing you're not much of a fighter.
Fighter? That's probably the first fight l ever had.
You call that a fight?
Fuck it. l will take you with me. You might learn something.
-About soccer? -No, mate. Not about soccer.
And for fuck's sake, stop saying "soccer."
Come on, hurry up.
What are you talking about, baseball is a girl's game?
The Red Sox have a guy that pitches a ball at over 90 miles an hour.
Who cares? All that means is he can have a wank faster than you.
-Come on. -Think about it.
l just don't get it. What is it with you Americans?
You start a fucking war, bottle it….
….then we have to come save your ass again.
Save our ass?
Yes. And then, on top of that, you kill half our soldiers in friendly fire.
-That's called an accident. -Yeah, accident, my ass.
-All right. -All right, Dunham.
You all right, mate.
Look….
….we're sort of going into my place of business, right?
Shut up until you're spoken to and you might have a better run of things.
Only thing regarded worse than a Yank around here are coppers and journalists.
-What do you got against journalists? -How long you got?
They're lying fucking scum who'll write anything just to fill papers.
l mean, not your old man, of course. He's the exception maybe.
That's a point. These boys don't know about your old man.
And if l was you, l'd keep it that way. Another thing.
What you hear in here stays in here, all right?
No blabbing to brother Steve about how your day was or who said what.
What happens at football stays at football, all right?
Yeah, all right.
Let's have some fun. lt's football day.
All right, Pete.
Aye, aye!
Welcome back.
-We good? -Yeah, good. yeah, good.
How you doing, mate.
All right, boys. This is Matt, Shannon's brother.
-You got Ned. -Nice to meet you.
-Dave. -Nice to meet you.
-Swill. -Hello, mate.
lke, and the one with the dodgy haircut's Keith.
-Hey, Keith. -l'll get the drinks in, then.
Yeah, go on, get the drinks in.
-Does that mean l'm getting them? -Every fucking time.
Every fucking time. Every fucking time.
-Fine. -Where's Bovver?
Been in the toilet for 1 5 minutes.
Like dodgy Ruby or something, down at Bengal last night.
Look, he looks lost.
No, "Ruby Murray" means curry. We call it Cockney rhyming….
-….slang. -Slang. Like "bees and honey" for money.
-That's it, yeah. -Like "struggle and grunt" for cunt.
-Oh, you went dark. Why'd you go--? -l'm not a cunt.
Like "septic tank" for Yank.
Hello.
-All right, Bovver. -Pete.
-How you doing? All right? -Sweet.
This is Matt, Shannon's brother.
Hey.
That's the proper, right?He don't give a fuck, does he?
Mate, he's practically family.
Mate, it's fucking painful.
Bov's a miserable cunt, but we love him dearly, don't we, boys?
-Sometimes. -Like a fucking brother.
-Matt, grab these two pints for us, will you? -Sure.
-While you're there, get some peanuts. -Sure.
-Good boy. -Bov, come on.
He's all right, man.
What's with all the fucking babysitting?
You know we had a meet set up.
lt's all right, Bov. He'll stay out of the way.
-lt's not like we didn't have it last night. -What?
That's not the bloody point.
We look like mugs if we set something up and our fearless leader….
….don't show because he's playing Pin the Tail on a Fucking Yank.
No, he's right, man. He's got a point.
You let me worry about that, all right, boys?
As for the Yank, he's too modest to tell you….
….but back in the States, he's an internationally ranked….
….double black belt in karate.
-ls he fuck? Look at the size of him. -No, no, no.
Bloody Karate Kid film?Based on his exploits.
-Really? -Yeah.
-Really? -Yeah, it's true.
-Fucking straight. -Bollocks. Bollocks.
-Come on, why not? -You're lying already.
You've been here fucking five minutes and you're lying.
Hurry up, will you.
Hurry up.
He's now officially cockney, the boy is.
-Oh, East London -Is wonderful
Is wonderful
Oh, East London is wonderful
It's full of tits, fanny and West Ham
Oh, East London is wonderful
-Oh, East London -Oh, East London
-Is wonderful -Is wonderful
Hey, Matt, that bollocks you was talking about earlier about the Karate Kid.
-l mean, that--That's horse piss, right? -Oh, no, no.
-No, mate. Shit's Gospel of Paul. -Really?
What was your coach's name?
Little chink geezer. What was his name?
-ln the first one? -All fucking three of them, for fuck's sake.
Why weren't you in the fourth one?Why'd you let the side down?
l remember thinking why the fuck weren't you in there?
The bird was in it.
Stick your blue flag up your ass
Up your ass Up your ass
What was his fucking name, you cunt?Your mentor, man.
-Yeah, his name. -You owe it all to him.
-l can't remember it. -Wait, wait. Miyagi.
-Miyagi. Fuck's sake. -Miyagi.
-Miyagi, Miyagi. Mr.--Mr. Miyagi. -Mr. Miyagi. He would have--
He was based on a real person. Based on a real person.
They based him on a real person. That's fucking out of order, if you ask me.
Did they pay him?
-Of course he got fucking paid. -lmagine this. Just imagine this situation.
He's getting all--
No, listen, seriously, imagine the situation.
Someone used you in a fucking film….
….and don't pay you-- Don't take the piss out of me.
l'm talking-- This is real stuff that l'm talking about.
The real Mr. Miyagi!
Listen to this, this is our song.
They reach the sky And like my dreams they fade and die
Fortune's always hiding I've looked everywhere
I'm forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air
United. United. United.
Let's go fucking mental Let's go fucking mental
Let's go fucking mental
Friend of the family, eh?
Pete might be showing you a bit of courtesy, you being Shannon's brother.
But get it straight.
We don't like outsiders.
All right?
Cover your ass.
Morning, mate.
Hey, Pete, look, l'm gonna head home. l'm not feeling so hot. Jet lag.
Oh, fuck off. You're not missing the game.
You're the one who wanted to learn about "soccer."
I'm forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air
They fly so high They reach the sky
And like my dreams they fade and die
Fortune's always hiding
I've looked everywhere
I'm forever blowing bubbles Pretty bubbles in the air
United. United. United.
Come on, United
Look out, mate. We're the most watched country in the world.
Keep your head down.
Will the parents of a little John Deale please contact the nearest steward.
Our next three games are Fulham away, Everton at home, Newcastle United away.
Sweet, innit? Come on.
Get the fuck out of here.
Come on, United.
-Go on, son, fucking have him. -Forward, team.
ln the box, son.
What the fuck?
Come on.
Dirty northern bastards.
You fucking wanker. You fucking--
Come on, you fucking Zulu cunt. Come on, l want you, you cunt.
Come on, you fucking mug.
l don't fucking believe it. He's over there.
Look, it's fucking Bovver. lt's fucking Bovver. Look, he's over there.
Go on, son.
Yeah. Yes, fucking A.
Fuck you.
There he is. Oi, Bov. Fucking quality, son. Fucking quality.
-Stuff of legends. -Well, you had your hands full, didn't you?
Don't worry. lt ain't over yet, boys.
Word is these twats are gonna have a pop.
-What you heard? -Oh, the usual.
Fucking Zulus. There's like 50 or more mobbing up the tube right now.
lt's gonna kick off near East Ham.
-Time to go then, boys. -What are we standing here for?
All right, keep going……
Let's get them.
-l should head home. -You know where you're going.
-Back to Shan's. -Bank Station?
Yeah, but keep your head down. Bloody Birmingham lot will be on the tube.
That's all right, l'll manage.
Fuck, wouldn't he be better in a crèche?
Don't get on at East Ham. lf you see trouble, walk the other way.
Yeah, yeah. Don't worry.
Let's go, eh?
Get him.
-Look, l don't want any trouble. -A fucking Yank.
Why's a Yank running with the GSE?
GSE? l don't know anything about the GSE. l'm just a tourist.
Oh, well, in that case, how's about we leave you with a proper souvenir?
Ever heard of a Chelsea grin?
No, come on, please.
Do you take American Express?
l bet the Major gave out his shares of Chelsea grins….
….back in the good old days, eh?Back when the GSE weren't so sloppy….
….to leave one of their own behind.
We don't leave our mates behind.
Come on.
You horrible bastard.
-Look, he's getting away. Go. Come on. -Don't lose sight of me.
l'll get the van.
Where the fuck's he gone?
Two-foot small. Where the fuck is he?
l'm getting too old for this shit.
Seriously, l could use a beer and a lie-down.
-Get it out of first. -Can't get it out of your mom.
This has to be financed though, right?
Come on, lads, back to the Abbey.
-Whose round is it? -Whose fucking round do you think?
-You're all supposed to be fucking-- -lt's your round, then, Ned.
-Oh, shut up, mate. -lt stinks.
-Sit down. -Who was that?
-Fucking hell. -Fuck off.
Come on, boys. This is fucking up.
Let's sock the little cunt.
Zulu! Zulu! Zulu!
What the fuck is that?
Well, come on, eh! What the fuck you standing there for, you cunts?
Fuck off, you cunts!
What the fuck is that?
-Come on, let's get out of here. -What?
-There's 20 guys. -You don't run.
Not when you're with us. You stand your ground and fight.
-Fight? l don't know how to fight. -Just think of someone you hate.
Come on, then.
Get up--Get up, you fucking twat!
Come on!
You fucking--
Get off me.
GSE! GSE!
Come on! Come on!
Come on!
-Fuck, Pete. -What do you make of that, then?
What a fucking result, Bovver.
You are a fucking maniac, Matt. Look at me.
Fair play, son.
There's plenty would've bottled it and run. You stood your ground.
l'm proud of you. Good.
-Who was he, then? -Who?
The geezer you was just fighting.
Jeremy Van fucking Holden.
You done yourself proud. Now we gotta stop kissing each other's asses. Got to point out.
-You see the first punch he threw. -Yeah.
-A little bit on the feminine side. -A bit gay.
Come on. That was my first hit. Come on.
Come on, youse all wanna get pinched?
His got it, let's push him out.
Morning, sunshine.
How do you feel?
Oh, a little sore.
English breakfast, double dose of aspirin, you'll feel sweet as a nut, mate.
Here.
l gotta piss like a racehorse.
Fucking journos. Look at this.
West Ham wins 3-0, in a blinding performance….
….and our little scrap makes the headline. Bloody muckrakers.
So, what is this?
Bollocks journo bullshit.
-No, no, this, the GSE. -Lower it, son.
What are you guys, like an organized political movement or something?
No, mate. We're a firm.
-You never heard of a firm in the States? -No.
All right. Every football team in Europe's got a firm. Some have two.
Christ. l forgot how clueless you Yanks are.
All you've seen of us is the stadium riots on TV, innit? Come on.
-Here you go love, two bacon sarnies. -Thanks.
See, West Ham football is mediocre.
But our firm is top notch and everyone knows it.
The GSE. Green Street Elite.
Arsenal: Great football, shit firm, "The Gooners."
Tottenham: Shit football and a shit firm.
"The Yids," they're called.
l actually put their main lad through a phone-box window the other day.
-What about Millwall? -Ah, Millwall.
Where to even fucking begin with Millwall.
Millwall and West Ham firms hate each other more than any other firms.
Sort of like the Yankees and the Red Sox.
More like the lsraelis and the Palestinians.
We haven't played Millwall in ten years.
Their top boy's this geezer named Tommy Hatcher. Horrible old cunt.
Back in the Major's day, Tommy's son was killed in a scrap.
After that, he went completely mental. Lost the plot.
-Well, who's the Major? -Ah, the Major.
Quite a legend around here.
He ran the GSE in the early '90s, when l was coming up.
Hardest bastard you ever saw.
They say we kind of lost our way when he left.
But believe me, my boys are bringing the old GSE reputation right back.
So basically, firms are gangs.
Kind of. But we're a far cry from all that Bloods-and-Crips bullshit.
l mean, shooting a machine gun out of a moving car at an 8-year-old girl….
….that's just cowardly.
See, we might be into fighting and all that….
….but it's really about reputation.
Humiliating another mob in a row….
….or doing something that the other firms get to hear or talk about.
Like a Yank in his first fight, battering one of Birmingham's main lads.
-Here you are, love, sit down. -Thank you.
That's all right.
Look, Pete, l don't know how to thank you for what you did for me.
Don't give it another thought. Yesterday was a good result for us.
We had a laugh, we had a few pints, cheered on the mighty Hammers.
We was completely outnumbered, but we stuck by our mates….
….and we stood our ground. No matter what happened.
That's what it's all about.
-Look at the fucking state of him. -Now, don't fucking start, all right?
What did l say to you? l said to you one simple thing: No trouble.
lt had nothing to do with me.
He's walking home. He gets jumped. Bruv, he's lucky we was there.
Right. You're a real hero, ain't you, mate?
You saw the whole thing from your sofa, did you?
Tell you what, bruv. You concentrate on your family….
-….and leave my business to me, all right? -My family? What is it with you, eh?
Do you want Mom to come and visit you in the nick?
Maybe you want the plot next to Dad.
Oh, my God! Matt, what happened?
Shannon, l'm fine.
Pete, can't you see what you're doing to this family?
All l see is a scared old man.
-Don't talk to me like-- -Get off him! You got the wrong idea.
-Get your hands off me! -Stop it!
Steve! Leave it, leave it.
Get the fuck out. Get out!
Lying little shit.
Babe, l'm so sorry.
Well, that weren't the smartest of moves, mate.
But thanks, yeah.
Fancy a pint?
-No. -Oh, come on.
You're the one's that's gotta buy the bleeding thing.
Get your cash out, the fat bird's about to sing.
-So you still got your dough? You got it? -Yeah.
Jesus, you two joined at the fucking hip, or what?
Leave it out, Bov. lt's getting old.
No, l'm starting to wonder about you two.
l mean, if l didn't know any better, l'd say you was a couple of gay boys.
Bov.
We've known each other a long time, yeah?
l trust you more than any other bloke l know.
But you're getting dangerously close to crossing the line with me.
lf you got a problem, then it's your fucking problem. Not mine.
But if you wanna discuss it further, we can go outside.
Beers, boys.
-Hey, Bov, come on. lt's your shot, mate. -Pete.
-Yeah, come on. Fuck all that. -Go on with the game, mate.
-Pete. -Watch out.
Everything all right, mate?
l can't believe that you came all this way and you didn't even stay the night.
l don't want to mess anything else up for you.
Oh, you didn't mess anything up.
-So you and Steve are okay? -Yeah. Yeah, we're fine.
All right, well, l'll call you from Pete's.
Matt.
Please don't go.
lt's just Steve feels so horrible about what happened….
….and he really wants you to stay with us, and so do l.
-l don't want you to stay with Pete. -Well, l wanna stay with Pete.
You know Pete and his thug friends aren't the answer.
What are you talking about?What answer?
lt's just, l've been begging you to come and visit me for the last three years….
….and you--You didn't even come to my wedding….
….and you don't know my husband, and you haven't held your nephew….
….and you show up yesterday and you're leaving already--
Look who's talking. l mean, you ran to another fucking country after Mom died.
l'm sorry.
-Will you come and visit me? -Yeah, of course.
Jeremy Van Holden?
Sounds like a cunt.
Mate, if he'd done that to me….
….l'd smash seven shades of shit out of him.
Sounds like these Harvard boys would slit your throat in your sleep.
What was you studying?Before this geezer stitched you up?
-History. -History?
-l teach history. -You teach?
Yes. Cheeky slag.
History and PE. What? Do you think the GSE pay the bloody wage?
Mate, l'm smart as fuck.
Come on, it's brass monkeys out here.
Class, today we have an extraordinarily distinguished guest.
Mr. Buckner is an American….
….who went to the finest university in the United States. Harvard.
But despite his prestigious education….
….Mr. Buckner still thinks….
….that baseball is better than football.
l know, boys. lt's an utter sin.
Now, it's our job to save this heathen from his evil ways….
….and teach him what really matters in life. And that is?
-Football! -Exactly.
We're gonna play five-a-side. Mr. Buckner will be goalie for the away colors.
Now, go easy on him, boys. You know how these Americans bruise.
So how do we keep this fair?
l should let every other ball go through?
l wouldn't worry about that, mate.
All right. You ready?
Go on, son.
That's it, that's it.
Beautiful. Beautiful. Thing of beauty.
Yes, yes.
Go on, Duncan.
Go on, son. Get out of it. Take it all the way.
Have it. Have it in, mate.
All right, that's it.
What was that?
Beautiful. Oh, it's such a beauty.
l love it.
All right, kids.
All right, let's go. Home team 1 0, away team 3.
Thanks to some pathetic goalkeeping from the away keeper.
All right, get yourselves changed, boys, all right?
-Now, that's what l call a real ass-whipping. -Oh, you set me up.
That was like the Junior Olympic football team, right?
No, mate, just regular English boys.
We got history next. Why don't you come say a few words….
….about the American War of lndependence.
They'd get a kick out of hearing it from a colonial.
Well, American history isn't really my specialty.
Mate, they're 1 0. Teach them whatever you want.
Well, l sort of have plans with Shannon this afternoon. So……
Fuck you, then. We'll have a beer later, yeah?
-Yeah, see you at the pub. -All right, mate.
Who are you! Who are you!
These kids. He set me up, man.
l'm in there thinking this is some class of kids.
Shut up.
And they're coming in fucking everywhere.
Oh, come on.
You say that?
l saved more goals than you say.
-No, no. No. -No.
-Jesus. -Look at that fat cunt.
You fucking little bastard.
Go on, then. Get the fucking chips in.
Well, l'll be fucked.
lf it ain't my old mate Bovver.
How you doing, son? All right?
l'll say one thing for you. You got some fucking front….
….showing your face over this side of the water.
There's plenty of people here love to kick your fucking ass, given half the chance.
There's four of them stood over there.
Fucking right, son.
So tell me, what's this l'm hearing….
….about your firm gone all fucking international?
Don't you even fucking think about ignoring me, you little cunt.
Now, l said, what's this bollocks l'm hearing about you having a little Yank on the firm?
lt's only temporary.
Temporary, eh?
Do you think l might be able to get a bit of quiet here?
l'm trying to have a fucking conversation.
What's his problem?
So look at you, little Bovver.
All grown up now, look.
Where's your other little girl….?
-Petey. -Petey.
She at home, is she?Trying to get her little toes….
….into the Major's big fucking shoes?
Yeah, l guess he was pretty small back then, son.
Back in your day.
You always did have a bit of bottle, you.
So tell me, Bov. You come over to Millwall.
Did you come alone?
Should l wind him up?lf l wind him up……
Excuse me a minute, Bov.
Hello? l'm Tommy. Tommy Hatcher.
-Yeah, l know. -Oh, you know?
Well, now, you see, that's bad. That's really, really bad.
Because now you ain't got no excuse for not keeping that shit cunt of yours quiet.
Excuse me? George, you can't let him talk to me like that.
George, your bird hasn't stop fucking rabbiting since l've walked in here.
Now, can l recommend that you shut her up….
….so l can continue my conversation with our guest there, Bovver….
….of the once-proud GSE firm?
You can't tell me--My God!
You see what she's doing?Does she ever fucking stop?
Ever, fucking, ever?
-That's enough! -That's enough?
l'll tell you when it's enough, son, all right?
Look at her. Tommy.
The Paki's called the old bill, mate. Come on, we best fuck off.
Tommy, we best fuck off sharpish, mate.
l'll see you again.
Soon, Bov.
l don't reckon l'll be back till tomorrow night.
Be gentle with her, and remember….
-….left side. -Left side. Right.
-You seem nervous. -Nervous? Fuck off.
What's on your mind, then?
Just two little words keep every Hammer in England up all night.
United. Away.
-Oi, oi. -All right, boys.
Aye, aye.
-All right, mate. You all right? -Yeah, all right, big man.
-How's it going? -Good.
Hello, Matt.
-Where's Bovver? -Fuck knows.
He's been a pain in the ass all week. Must have PMS.
Pre-match stress. Guy's being a right cunt at the minute, isn't he?
-Come on, Pete, the train's in five minutes. -Yeah, hang on.
His fucking phone is off. l can't believe he's gonna pull a runner for United away.
They're gonna be gunning for you too. After the job you pulled on their top boy last year.
What happened last year?
-l may have gone a bit over the top. -Yeah, just a bit?
-Where's Dave? You heard from him? -Have you?
Oh, everything's just falling right into place, innit?
I'll go.
-No, mate. -What?
I'll go. You can't just go up there with lke and Swill.
No offense, mate, but we can't take passengers on this trip.
Go on, piss off. Give you a bell later.
So how many Reds do you reckon we're gonna tear up today?
Fuck knows. Enough.
-Catch it. -How's that?
The 2:55 train to Manchester Express will be approaching….
-All right, lads. Bovver. -Sweet, mate.
I thought we agreed to meet in the car park.
Decided to wait here.
Look, Bov, you wanna play the wanker, that's fine with me.
But leave it out till we got today out of the way, all right?
You all right, mate?Keith. Come on, boys.
-What the fuck you talking about? -Let's have it.
No, I'm not lending you any more money.
-I don't owe you any money. -For fuck's sake, come on, play the game.
-You never paid me for the last time. -You taking the piss or what?
What are you doing here, Matt?
-I thought it was just the three of you. -Oh, isn't that sweet?
This what….?This your proper planning, eh?
I ain't going in with that fucking mug.
-Sit down, mate. -Come on, mate.
Hello, mate.
-Who's calling what? -I ain't got any money.
-He's here now…. -Fucking hell.
No, I don't. Think of any footballer.
-Think of any other fucking footballer. -Robbie Fowler.
-He's not, not really. -He looks like….
Dave, where are you?
-Sorry I missed you. -Plane late?
The flight was an hour late.
-Fly faster. -I'm here.
What, Manchester?
Yeah. But….
There's like 40 of them waiting here, all getting very fucking excited.
-So have a listen. -United! United!
Oi, Bov.
-Fuck. -Do you hear that?
-Yeah, mate. -They're waiting here for you.
Don't roll into Manchester. Do you hear me?
-All right, nice one. -All right, laters.
We are fucked.
-What's happening? -They're waiting for us at the station.
What, they know we're on here?
Yeah, must have had a scout watching us.
-How many? -Forty, 50.
-Can't we get off at the next station? -This is the express train.
-Don't stop till Manchester. -Is that right, bruv?
Come on. Come on, boys. If we don't show up now, they'll claim a result.
-Fuck that. We got to get to that station. -Are you insane? We just got away.
Shut the fuck up. You shouldn't even be here.
This is what it's all about. It's what we fucking live for.
-Fuck him. -All right, here's the plan.
Ike, call Dave, tell him what's happening. It's about 12 miles to Manchester.
We need a couple of cabs immediately.
Fuck! Where's all the fucking cabs?
Pete, I got an idea.
-I told you to shut up. -Fuck you, Bovver.
-You what? -Cut it….
Fucking cut it out! What is it?
Who the fuck are Man United?
MP, this is MM5 in the vicinity of the last report, responding.
Where the fuck are these cunts? That train should have been here 10 minutes ago.
They'll be here soon enough. There's no way off that train. Stay sharp.
And remember, Nigel gets that Dunham cunt all to himself.
-That's right. -Nice one.
-What the fuck do you want? -Sorry, we're with Paramount Pictures….
….shooting the Hugh Grant film. We gotta get this through.
Hugh Grant film?Any decent women in it?
-Cameron Diaz, I think. -I hope so. She's fit as fuck.
-All right, lads, let this come through. -Thanks.
Give me 30 seconds, then I get the fuck out.
Where's your famous, Where's your famous?Where's your famous GSE?
Where's your famous GSE?
There's your famous, There's your famous GSE
There's your famous GSE
We could have died that day in Manchester.
Everybody knew it. But we didn't.
Ike said later that the story traveled across England….
….faster than the death of Lady Di. The GSE were finally back.
Suddenly I was part of the firm with the best rep in London.
-The old guard. -The old guard.
People around town had heard of me.
They would hear my accent and say, "So you're the Yank."
Till I die
United! United!
You know the best part?
It isn't knowing that your friends have your back.
It's knowing that you have your friend's back.
They're on me.
I'd never lived closer to danger.
But I'd never felt safer.
I'd never felt more confident….
….and people could spot it from a mile away.
And as for this, the violence….
….I gotta be honest. It grew on me.
Once you've taken a few punches and realize you're not made of glass….
….you don't feel alive unless you're pushing yourself as far as you can go.
So, what couldn't you tell me….?
I had to find out from your sister that you're expelled?
-Why didn't you call me? -I did. Your machine answered.
You could have left a message.
Well, I'm tired of having a relationship with your voice mail.
You know what? I don't need this.
Hey, Matt. Matt, come….
Hey, come on. Shannon says you were set up. Is that true?
-Yes. -Well, then why didn't you find me?
Why didn't I find you?What's your fucking point?
My point is, this doesn't look good, Matt.
You say that you're set up. You don't even contact your father?
We could have fought this together if you were innocent.
-Lf I were innocent? -Lf you're innocent….
….why didn't you ask for help? -You think I'm a dealer?
-Obviously, I don't know. -But what do you think?
-I don't know. -Well, that's why I didn't find you.
Of course you don't know what to think. You don't really know anything about me.
So you…. You came to England?
-Yeah. -Okay, what now, Matt? What's the plan?
-What do you really want? -Come on, it's just a question.
Listen, Carl. Do you really expect me to unburden myself to you?
You just show up and decide you're the dad again?
Look, l…. I have to go to the London Times.
-You're unbelievable. You know that? -Just someone I'd like you to meet.
I'm not 5 years old anymore. It takes a little bit more to manipulate me.
Just an old friend from my Tribune days. I thought….
You thought all it takes is a handshake from the editor of the Times….
….and I'll have my old life back?
It's just a free lunch.
Welcome to the quarterfinal draw for the Football Association Cup.
The oldest and most prestigious tournament in world club football.
Fortunately, today, we have with us the West Ham legend, Mr. Frank McAvennie….
….and chairman for our sponsors, Mr. Phil Peters.
As usual, the home team will be drawn first. Frank?
-Number two. -Number two.
-Cardiff City will play…. -Number three.
-Number three, Liverpool. -Yes.
Number seven.
-Number seven, Sunderland, will play…. -Number six.
Number six, Newcastle United. Bit of a northeast derby.
-Number eight. -Number eight, West Ham United….
….will play….
….number five, Millwall. -Fucking yes!
Yes!
-Yes! -Come on, you Lions!
Fucking nice.
Bov, mate, we got them, mate.
Oi, bruv, this is gonna go off.
You're not gonna believe who I've seen walk into the Times.
What? Who?
Our little Yank mate.
I fucking knew it.
I knew there was something dodgy about that little cunt.
Yeah, mate, he's sly.
Here, I'll tell you what. Pick me up after work.
All right. I'll see you after work. Sweet.
You know your sister's worried sick about you.
She says you're running around with some kind of gang.
It's not a gang, Dad. They're my friends.
Well, are you at least writing about it?
Am I writing about it? No.
Hey, Matt, listen. I want you to come home with me.
-What? -No, look….
….you may not trust me as your father, but as a journalist….
….l'm telling you your reputation is all you have.
You've gotta get back to Harvard. You gotta clear your name.
We can…. We can fight it together.
Oh, forget it, Dad.
I'm not going home.
Jesus.
Look….
….if it makes you feel better….
….I am keeping a journal.
It's one thing you taught me I held onto.
I knew that.
I was just making sure.
Hey, Steve.
-How you doing? Good to see you. -Good to see you.
-Matt. -Hey.
I'm gonna get changed. What time's your flight?
You take your time. My cab will be here in about half an hour. So….
I have to say farewell to my grandson anyway.
I gotta take off, Dad.
Okay, Matt.
Look, I know things have not been….
Great to see you.
-How you doing? -Good.
So you'll be celebrating the draw with the lads, then?
The draw. Wait, who did we get?
-You mean you don't know? -No.
-Oh, come on, Steve. Who? -Millwall.
At home.
Hello. Hello.
Don't we want to play?
-Hey, gorgeous. -Hey.
You okay?
Yeah, I was just watching my dad playing with Ben.
He's already a better grandfather than he ever was a dad.
You know, he seems like a decent bloke now….
….for a bloody journo.
So he was an asshole when you were growing up.
I guess that's why neither of you joined the old man's racket.
What do you mean?
You know, following in his footsteps.
What are you talking about? Matt did.
-What do you mean? -Matt was always a little more fascinated….
….with our absentee father than I was.
Shannon, what do you mean, "Matt did"?
That's what Matt studied at Harvard. He was a journalism major.
I just really hope that he gets back to it.
You know, once he gets your brother out of his system.
So he's a Yank and an undercover journo.
Looks like we'll have to give the boy two funerals.
We hate Millwall We hate Millwall
We are the Millwall haters We hate Millwall
We hate Millwall We hate Millwall
Steve, what are you doing here?
I want a word with you outside.
-What happened? Is Shannon okay? -Yeah, Shannon's fine.
-Why didn't you tell me? -Steve Dunham just walked in.
Why didn't you tell me you're doing journalism?
I'm not. I quit. What difference does it make?
Well, listen, mate, to some people, yeah, it makes a huge difference.
Well, what would you know about that?
Listen to me. I like you….
….but you have no idea what you're getting into.
Now, I've got to tell my brother that his new best mate is a journalist.
So me and you are going outside now.
A toast.
Stevie Dunham….
….back in the Abbey after all these years.
Welcome home, Major.
-The Major. -The Major.
Major, Major, Major
GSE, GSE, GSE
All right, hang on.
All right, boys. What are you lot doing here?
-The Yank here? -No.
-He's a fucking undercover journo. -What?
No, bollocks.
Straight, mate. I see him down the Times with all the other journalists, shaking hands.
-I mean, proper pally. What's all that about? -Think about it.
Drops in out of nowhere. Never been in a scrap in his life.
Snugs in nice and tight with a top boy of the firm.
For fuck's sake, Pete, what else was he doing at the Times?
No, that means fuck all.
Could've been any one of 100 reasons he was there.
Yeah, well, this time I'd like to make sure of that myself.
You sure of this, Bov?
Because if you're coming in here like this, you fucking well better be.
Yeah, watch your back, son.
What, this his, is it?
-Yeah. -Yeah?
What the fuck is this?
Here, Keith, you know about all this computer stuff.
Have a look.
-What's this? -You fuckin….
You fucking cunt.
Here we go.
"First match: West Ham VS Birmingham. Home.
Pete brought me to the Brigid Abbey pub on Walsh Road….
….his main hangout, and introduced me to his gang."
Oh, look, we're a fucking gang now.
Here, make it go up.
"Bovver is Pete's thuggish right-hand man.
Keith is sort of Bovver's enforcer."
-You happy now? We're all in there. -He didn't say nothing about me.
Wait here.
I'll put some clothes on.
So you are the Major?
I was the Major.
I guess to some I still am.
Now, Terry here was my right-hand man back in the glory days.
That was a long time ago, mate.
Why'd you get out of it?
I was a crazy bastard back then.
All I fucking cared about….
….was my reputation amongst the firms of England.
I mean, you've heard all the stories about Millwall, yeah?
Last match I went to was Millwall, West Ham.
We're talking a good 10 years ago.
I mean, we'd been waiting for this match all year.
At Millwall. Yeah.
Stepping into their ground. Completely outnumbered.
We were fucking wired from the start.
Now, Tommy Hatcher….
….he was their main man back then.
He used to bring his 12-year-old boy to the grounds. Tommy Jr.
Always banging on how he brought his kid up, you know, to be like a little pit bull.
Well, we lost that match.
Three-nil.
And those Millwall cunts started laughing at us.
And I just fucking snapped.
I mean, I couldn't let it lie, you know?
So I assembled all our troops, and we hunted them down.
I saw that little lad go down.
Tommy! No!
And I saw his skull get crushed under the boots of the GSE.
I never went to another match after that.
And I left the Major behind.
And that's when I met your sister.
She was my angel. She really saved me.
Showed me a new life. Helped me forget all this bollocks.
And she swore….
….she'd leave me if I ever returned to it.
And when it comes back to me….
And believe me, mate, it fucking does, that madness.
I mean, when I hear, you know, the….
The roar of the stadium on match day, yeah, all the lads calling me down….
….to get pissed out of me fucking tree. When I think of that….
….I think about getting back into it.
And Shannon and Ben, they remind me.
There's more to life than all this.
Get all those juicy details, mate?
-Writing it all down? -What?
-You fucking journo cunt! -Oi!
Oi! Oi.
-Sure you know what you're doing? -He's fucking undercover!
-Don't tell him nothing! -I said, are you sure?
What? You already knew.
All I know is he studied journalism, right, at Harvard.
But he's dropped out.
We found his journal. Full of stories about all of us.
That's just a fucking diary.
Ned saw you at the Times with a couple of journos.
That was my dad. He's the journalist. You knew that.
His old man's a fucking journo, and you knew about it.
-Look, that don't mean nothing, Bov. -You what?
He studies to be a journo. His old man is a journo.
What's the fucking difference?
You let one of them get in with us.
-I wasn't trying to get anything. -You shut the….
I don't care who he is or what he's done.
You don't do someone on the deck.
What's fucking wrong with you, eh?
He'll bury us all and, what, you just gonna sit down and watch him do it?
No.
No, Steve, you're the Major.
You started this firm.
I'm speaking for all the boys, we got the biggest ruck….
….of our lives coming up and your brother's too much of a bottle job to lead us.
The GSE is Pete's firm. All right?
He calls the shots.
Yeah?
Well, fuck the lot of you.
GSE?
Get out of the fucking way! Move!
Get yourself cleaned up.
Tommy.
This is it, mate. We'll finally get back at those fucking Hammer cunts.
Millwall! Millwall! Millwall!
Millwall! Millwall!
-What the fuck's he doing here? -Martin, sit down, son, sweet.
-That's it. Do as you're told, you mug. -Fuck off.
Bovver.
You know we're gonna have to stop meeting like this.
People are gonna start to talk.
So, what you doing up so late, anyway, on a fucking school night?
Shouldn't you be at home with your pals….
….all shitting at the thought of us turning you over?
What, did you have a lover's tiff?
Well, what do you want, Bov?
Fucking Yank's an undercover journo.
He's at our boozer now.
Tommy, you gotta give him the chop.
He's got them eating out of the palm of his hand.
What makes you think I'd want to sort that out for you, eh?
Because the Major's there too.
Stevie Dunham's in there?
-Oh, thanks, Pete. -Shut up!
History student my ass. Who the fuck are you?
Look, I'm sorry I lied about being a history major, but that's it.
-I'm not a journalist. -Well, it don't look fucking good, does it?
-Why are you keeping a record? -It's a journal. I've kept that my entire life.
Are you working for the Times?
No. Look, I'm telling you the truth. You've gotta trust me, Pete.
Mate, you've put me right fucking in it.
If I don't convince those boys….
….that the head of their firm was not just taken by a fucking Yank journo….
….the GSE is done.
So I'm gonna go out there….
….and I'm gonna tell them that Bov's got it wrong….
….and that you're one of us.
And I had better be fucking right.
So, Bovver….
….is there anything else you wanna tell us?
Listen, Tom, please. This is how it's gotta go down.
You're the only one going down, little Bovver.
Grass.
Fuck.
This shit with Bovver could tear this firm apart.
Mate, I need you.
Stay with us, just through Millwall.
I'm not gonna help you.
I made a promise to my wife and kids, all right?
And I'm sticking to it.
You know, there comes a time….
….when the best reputation you can have is the one where your family….
-What is it? -Get down. Get the fuck down.
Hello, boys.
Jesus.
Pete. Pete, come on, man!
Hello, Terry.
Fuck off!
Terry.
Look who's back in the fucking Abbey after all these years.
Hello, Tommy. Tommy, I'm done with all this, mate.
Retired, did you?Got yourself a Yank wife, did you?
Had a son of your own, did you?
-Listen…. -I had a son once!
-I'm sorry! -Do you remember him?
-You fucking remember? -I'm sorry!
It's too late.
-You bastard. -Ah, fuck.
No, Tommy!
-You listen to me. -Tommy….
You die tonight….
….and me and you are even.
It's done! Let's go!
Pete! Pete, over here, mate! Quick!
Jesus. The fucking punk.
Bovver, what the fuck did you do?
Get a fucking car!
Get him in the fucking….
Get him the fuck in the car.
Get in. Go.
Go! Fucking go! Get out of the way!
Move! Move!
Somebody help! Help us! He's been fucking stabbed!
-Come on, hurry! -Get him on the trolley.
-Fucking hurry up! -Resus.
Go.
Infuse six units of O-neg.
What'd he say?
He's hanging on.
Trusting lads.
You always said trusting lads was my problem, Bov.
I trust lads too much.
Trust the Yank too much.
This is how you prove your point?
Backstabbing me?
Teaming up with Tommy Hatcher to kill the Major?
Kill my fucking brother?
I'll kill Tommy. Just say the word, and I'll do it.
I don't need you for that.
I don't need you for anything anymore.
Go. Away.
Bruv, please, I fucked up.
-Shannon. Shannon. -You asshole. You have to….
Sick! You're so sick!
I'm so sorry.
I know.
The doctor said that you're gonna be okay.
He said it's just gonna take a little time.
We're leaving tomorrow.
It's not safe for us here now.
-You all right, mate? -How is he?
He's hanging in.
So, what now?
You let Tommy know I want a straightener.
-Tomorrow. -All right.
We finish this once and for all.
Somewhere quiet. Away from old bill.
Ike, your mate runs security at Trinity Wharf?
-Yeah. -Get hold of him. Set it up.
Sure.
Come on.
What's going on?
Ben and I are on the noon flight to Boston.
You can't leave him. He was trying to protect us.
-You can't do this to him, Shannon. -Yes, she can.
She has to.
So should you.
I'm going with you to that wharf tomorrow.
Jesus Christ.
They crash our pub.
-They put your brother in the hospital. -That ain't your problem.
What are you talking about?I've got just as much at stake as you.
Matt, listen to me.
It's time to go home.
I don't know where my home is anymore.
I think we both know where it ain't.
Mate, this is my fight. It's my brother in the hospital.
I'll take care of Tommy.
Go home, mate.
I'm forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air
They fly so high
They reach the sky
And like….
You're doing the right thing, Matt.
Yeah.
You know that back home, nobody's gonna care about your rep here.
You know that, right?
I'm gonna call a cab.
-Where's Matt? -Finally went home.
Come on.
This is Charlie-27, MPCP-501, at Brixton Road.
Disturbance….
The cab's on its….
….way.
Matt?
Now, at least one of you Dunham cunts are gonna pay for my fucking boy.
Me old mate, Bovver. Never could turn down a good scrap.
You know me, bruv.
Get him up.
Holy shit.
Shannon!
Shannon, stop!
Shannon, over here!
Matt, don't be a fucking idiot! Get her out of here!
Shannon, stop!
-Matt! -Shannon, stop!
-Pete, what're you doing? -Fucking hell, Tommy.
It's Steve Dunham's wife.
If Tommy reaches that car, do you know what he'll do to her?
He's a fucking animal.
Hello, love.
Matt!
Come on, let me in the fucking car!
Let me in, you slag! I'll smash this fucking window in!
I'll smash this fucking window!
-Are you okay? Is Ben okay? -Yeah. Matt!
You're gonna get it now, you little Yank.
Bov, you wanna make up for what you've done?
Get my brother's family out of here.
Tommy!
Don't you want to finish me off, then?
You're already finished, little Petey.
The NTO will take care of you in a minute, you mug.
We didn't kill your son, Tommy!
You did!
You should have protected him, mate!
He was your son!
-Don't you talk about my fucking son. -He was your son, Tommy!
-Get in the fucking motor! Get in the car! -Get Pete!
Only a poor little Hammer!
His face was all battered and torn!
He made me feel sick!
I hit him with a brick!
Now the cunt's not laughing or singing No more!
-He's not laughing or singing…. -No, Tommy, he's had enough!
I'll get us out of here. Go.
-You can't leave him. -Pete!
Pete!
Fucking help him!
Pete Dunham's life taught me there's a time to stand your ground.
His death taught me there's a time to walk away.
I would never have the chance to thank him.
But I could live in a way that would honor him.
It's too much.
Well….
….congrats on the Epstein account, Van Holden.
That should be a nice commish.
I bet your father's election had nothing to do with it.
Fuck you very much, Todd.
Gentlemen, if you will excuse me….
….I must partake, once again, in this restaurant's fine facilities.
Fucking lucky bastard.
What the fuck.
Matt Buckner?
Is that you?
Jesus, Matt, you look like shit.
Hey, Buckner, do you mind?
-You said you'd hook me up. -What?
When I took the fall for you at Harvard, you said you'd hook me up.
You gotta be kidding me, man.
They were your drugs, and you said you had more to lose….
….and that you'd hook me up if…. -All right!
Yes, I said I would hook you up.
Jesus, Matt, l….
I'm in a meeting right now.
Call my office. Talk to Cindy. She'll make an appointment for you.
You gotta be joking me, you spineless shit.
-That you'd hook me up if…. -All right! Yes, I said I would….
-What the fuck is this? -Oh, this?
-It's my ticket back to Harvard. -Give me that.
I wouldn't do that.
I'm forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air
They fly so high They reach the sky
And like my dreams They fade and die
Fortune's always hiding
I've looked everywhere
I'm forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air
United!