51 Continued:

MULLET

White geezer, bit of a bounty.

EROL

Eh?

MULLET

Bounty, black on the outside, white

on the inside.

JOHN

Go on.

MULLET

He was doing a job for a couple of

brothers in Smith Street. I think

it was a pawn shop.

JOHN

Porn as in filthy dirty?

i

MULLET

Pawn as in I have run out of money

and here's my wedding ring.

ERROL

Good boy Mullet.

52 EXT. FIELD

Turkish and Tommy have found Micky who is in the middle of a

field and is betting on with various dodgy characters.

TURKISH

Well do you want to do it?

MICKY

That depends.

TURKISH

On what?

MICKY

On you buying this caravan.

He pulls out a catalogue on fancy caravans and points to the

picture of the Rolls Royce of caravans.

TURKISH

That's not the same caravan.

MICKY

This isn't the same fight.

(CONTINUED)

60.

52 Continued: _ -

TURKISH

It's twice the fuckin size of the

last one.

MICKY

The fight is twice the size. And my

mum still needs a new caravan.

TURKISH

Micky you are lucky we aren't worm

food after your performance, I think

buying a tart's mobile palace is a

little fuckin rich.

There is a pause while Micky frowns. Turkish looks a little

sheepish.

TURKISH (CONT'D)

I didn't mean that your mum was a

tart. I just meant...

MICKY

Save your breath for cooling your

porridge. I'll bet you for it.

TURKISH

What like Tommy did last time? Do

me a favour?

MICKY

I'll do you a favour, you have first ,

bet. If I win I get the caravan, if

I lose I'll do the fight for free.

Turkish considers this, uneasily. He looks at the dogs they

look keen and fit.

TURKISH

Okay, I reckon the hare gets caught.

But he's in. Gypsy Romany Music starts. Cut to slow motion,

CU of dogs' enthusiasm, CU of pikeys and their fingers

skillfully dealing in money, inhaling cigarettes, etc.

53 INT. CAR --

Slow motion. Errol and John are looking for Tyrone.

54 EXT. FIELD

Slow motion. Cut back to the dogs. The chase starts.

55 INT. CAR

Slow, motion. They see Tyrone, Tyrone starts to run.

56 EXT. FIELD

Slow motion. The hare sees the ,dogs and starts to run.

57 EXT. STREET

Slow motion. They bail Tyrone into the back of a car.

58 EXT. FIELD

Slow motion. The dogs move out in a pincer movement.

59 INT. BOOT OF A CAR

Poor Tyrone is bleeding in the boot of a car.

60 EXT. FIELD

The dogs move in.

61 EXT. CAR

They bail Tyrone out of the car and into Brick Top's pub.

Brick Top is waiting there. Brick Top asks questions. We

can't hear what he's asking, but we can see that Tyrone isn't

playing the game.

62 EXT. FIELD

The dogs are moving in.

63 INT. DOG HOUSE

A door is opened and Tyrone is thrown in. A rabid Neapolitan

mastiff pitbull hybrid that is attached to the end of a long

pole with a lasso at the other end is brought in, it will

quite clearly savage anything in its way.

64 EXT. FIELD

The hare gets caught and a pile of fur comes up

65 INT. DOG HOUSE •

The dog bites Tyrone in the leg.

Tyrone shouts in panic, the music breaks, we come out of

slow motion and into real time.

TYRONE

Ok, I'll fuckin tell you.

66 EXT. FIELD .

The hare escapes the jaws of the dogs and is off.

67 INT. CAR

Turkish is getting into his car. . ..

TOMMY

You're are as mad as mars you are,

why did you take that bet? What

happens now?

TURKISH

We buy him a caravan Tommy.

TOMMY

There is something very wrong with

this, it was us that wanted to buy a

caravan off him.

TURKISH

Why didn't you "bus a cap in his

ass" then Tommy? Mind you, you would

do more damage if you threw it at

him.

TOMMY

You saying I can't shoot?

TURKISH

Oh no Tommy I wasn't saying you can't

shoot, I know you can't shoot. What

I was saying is that six pound piece

of shit stuck in your trousers there

would do more damage if you fed it

to em.

TOMMY

Are you saying it doesn't work?

TURKISH

You tried it?

Tommy frowns

TURKISH-(CONT'D)

. = . . . That Russian saves the shooters that "'

work for the faces, and I don't want

to be the one that breaks it to you

Tommy but you ain't a face. Go on

try it.

Tommy sticks the gun out the window and pulls the trigger.

Nothing happens.

(CONTINUED)