Fuckin' journos. Look at this. West Ham wins 3-nil in a blindin' performance, and our...
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Pete Dunham: [Matt and Pete are sitting at a food vendor stall, reading a newspaper the morning after the Birmingham game/fight] Fuckin' journos. Look at this.
[he slaps the paper]
Pete Dunham: West Ham wins 3-nil in a blindin' performance, and our little scrap makes the headline. Bloody muckrakers.
Matt Buckner: So, what is this?
Pete Dunham: Bollocks journo bullshit.
Matt Buckner: No, no, this, the GSE.
Pete Dunham: [whispering] Shhh! Lower it, son!
Matt Buckner: What are you guys, like, an organized political movement or something?
Pete Dunham: No, mate. We're a firm. You never heard of a firm in the States?
Matt Buckner: No.
Pete Dunham: All right. Every football team in Europe's got a firm. Some have two.
[Matt gives him a blank look]
Pete Dunham: Christ, I forgot how clueless you Yanks are. All you've seen of us is the stadium riots on TV, innit? Come on.
[they get up and walk away from the stall]
Pete Dunham: 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. I actually put their main lad through a phone box window the other day.
Matt Buckner: [Matt looks down at the newspaper] What about Millwall?
Pete Dunham: Ah, Millwall. Where to even fucking begin with Millwall. Millwall and West Ham firms hate each other, more than any other firms by far.
Matt Buckner: Sorta like the Yankees and the Red Sox.
Pete Dunham: More like the Israelis and the Palestinians.
[Matt laughs]
Pete Dunham: We haven't played Millwall in ten years. Their top boy's this geezer named Tommy Hatcher. 'Orrible ol' cunt. Back in the Major's day, Tommy's son was killed in a scrap. After that, he went completely mental. Lost the plot.
Matt Buckner: Well, who's the Major?
Pete Dunham: Ah, the Major. Quite a legend 'round here. He ran the GSE in the Nineties, when I was comin' up. Hardest bastard you ever saw. They say we kinda lost our way when he left. But believe me, my boys are bringin' the ol' GSE reputation right back
[he slaps the paper]
Pete Dunham: West Ham wins 3-nil in a blindin' performance, and our little scrap makes the headline. Bloody muckrakers.
Matt Buckner: So, what is this?
Pete Dunham: Bollocks journo bullshit.
Matt Buckner: No, no, this, the GSE.
Pete Dunham: [whispering] Shhh! Lower it, son!
Matt Buckner: What are you guys, like, an organized political movement or something?
Pete Dunham: No, mate. We're a firm. You never heard of a firm in the States?
Matt Buckner: No.
Pete Dunham: All right. Every football team in Europe's got a firm. Some have two.
[Matt gives him a blank look]
Pete Dunham: Christ, I forgot how clueless you Yanks are. All you've seen of us is the stadium riots on TV, innit? Come on.
[they get up and walk away from the stall]
Pete Dunham: 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. I actually put their main lad through a phone box window the other day.
Matt Buckner: [Matt looks down at the newspaper] What about Millwall?
Pete Dunham: Ah, Millwall. Where to even fucking begin with Millwall. Millwall and West Ham firms hate each other, more than any other firms by far.
Matt Buckner: Sorta like the Yankees and the Red Sox.
Pete Dunham: More like the Israelis and the Palestinians.
[Matt laughs]
Pete Dunham: We haven't played Millwall in ten years. Their top boy's this geezer named Tommy Hatcher. 'Orrible ol' cunt. Back in the Major's day, Tommy's son was killed in a scrap. After that, he went completely mental. Lost the plot.
Matt Buckner: Well, who's the Major?
Pete Dunham: Ah, the Major. Quite a legend 'round here. He ran the GSE in the Nineties, when I was comin' up. Hardest bastard you ever saw. They say we kinda lost our way when he left. But believe me, my boys are bringin' the ol' GSE reputation right back
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What about Millwall Ah Millwall
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Where to even fucking begin with Millwall
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Millwall and West Ham firms hate each other more than any other firms
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Sort of like the Yankees and the Red Sox More like the Israelis and the Palestinians
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We haven't played Millwall in ten years
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Their top boy's this geezer named Tommy Hatcher Horrible old cunt
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Back in the Major's day Tommy's son was killed in a scrap
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After that he went completely mental lost the plot
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Who's the Major Ah the Major Quite a legend round here
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He ran the GSE in the '90s when I was coming up
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Hardest bastard you ever saw They say we kind of lost our way when he left
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But believe me my boys are bringing the old GSE reputation right back
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Movie Summary
A wrongfully expelled Harvard undergrad moves to London, where he is introduced to the violent underworld of football hooliganism.
