benji evidence

And the first audio fact is Benjamin Lee, and it comes from Freefall, er, made making tricks. Hello? Commissar? Have you got my money yet? You don't... I don't owe you any money. I keep scratching my mouth to keep on saying I'm talking about chocolates. You're going to get yourself in a lot of trouble. Well that is what you've been talking about, isn't it? I don't need chocolates. I don't need any one of your fucking idiots. Are you stupid? I've got these speakers for 20 years, you fucking doggy. No, you haven't. Oh, is that what you think, is it? Oh. What do you think you can do this time, you little runt? Oh, you're threats about worldly, tell me about that then, yeah? I'm not talking to you like that, you little runt. You're the runt of the litter, you are. Whatever. Call my girlfriend a terrorist, you little prick. What? Yeah, I've got messages of that as well, where you're calling Liv a terrorist, you little mug. Ha, that's rubbish, mate. Well, I've got those messages from your number, you fucking bastard. Excuse me, I... You think I'd ever do it, but you're not. I've been on these streets for 20 years, I was born in the fucking trenches, you fucking idiot. You sorted that police right into your playground. You've been in my playground for 20 years, you mucky cunt. You're a fucking idiot. Ah, now you're talking shit, mate. I don't give a fuck, mate. I've been on these streets for 20 years, nobody has ever got away with owing me money. I don't owe you a penny. Well, we'll see about that. Excuse me. Day by day by day by day. I'll get to you, boy, I'll get to somebody close to you, you understand? No, you won't. No, you won't. I've already told the police this, mate, I've sorted you out. I'll be sorting you out myself, mate. I'm well known to them. You muggy little prick. I used to pay half of them off. Oh, you did, did you, mate? Why do you think you're all that? Why do you think you're all that? Why do you think you can try and help somebody at home, and then take that shit off them, you little cunt? What do you mean? Somebody else paid money for you, you little dickhead. What do you mean? You're blowing on about things that you owe them that. Yeah. You put all that shit in my name. Excuse me, you're talking shit, mate. You put any of that in my name, you're fucking naive. And you think you're all so clever. Excuse me, you're talking shit. You're lucky that I'm unlicensed. Oh, is that what I am? Lucky, lucky, lucky boy. Oh, so you have been talking the big man shit for whatever. I've got the messages to prove it. What? Who are you talking about my family for? What did you say about your own family, mate? Did you? Oh, if you wanted my mum's number apparently, did you? You can gladly have that. Don't think you'll get any conversation with her, boy. Because you'll get an even bigger pile of shit off her than you would me. Because she would actually come to your house and punch you up, mate. She's not unlicensed like me. So quite proudly, take my mother's number, you little runt. Great. Oh, and me brother's. Do you want his as well? Yeah, actually, I do. He won't talk on the phone, though. He'll come and talk to your face. He don't do nothing on the phone, my brother. He'll come and talk to your face. And I bet you, a hundred pounds right now, you don't get to say three words. Before your fucking eyes are rolling in the back of your head against your own front door, mate. So quite frankly, if you want to think you're clever, you can take my family's number. Yeah, I'd like it, please. Very, very, very careful. Yeah, great. Number? There are obviously some clued-up ceilings with transverse peepholes there. Do you think, quite frankly, you can take my brother's number? Yeah. And if the translator's like his mum, it's a good one. Right, you've got my number? Yeah, I'll get somebody to send you the number. Great, do so. Thanks, Liv. You're welcome. Oh. Brilliant. Brilliant. Hmm. Come on, get off it, mate. What are you talking about, mate? What are you talking? What are you talking about? What else are you going to do, Benji? Uh, yeah. Ah. Thomas here. Have you got my money yet, you cunt? Yeah, you're talking shit. You always talk fucking shit. Round the corner, Tom. I'm going to come to your door, Sue. No, you fucking won't. How much do you want to bet? Do you want to put money on it right now? Because I'll put it on the kids' lives that I'll come to your door, Sue. Yeah, I fucking won't. How much do you want to bet, you little cunt? You won't, fuck off. You're already shook. You're sitting in your house. Well, make me fuck off. How about I come to your house? Yeah, just fuck off. How about I come to your house with 20 of your young jeans? Oh, fuck off, mate. It's alright. I've already paid the cost of them to where you're in, Sue. Oh, you have, have you? Oi, you and Dave are not good. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. I'm going to have so much fun with you. You bit off more than two for once, didn't you? I told you from day one, never make me an enemy. You never want me as an enemy, I told you. You always want to keep me as a friend, not an enemy. Why are you getting yourself involved? Oh, because one of those vehicles doesn't know my name. I use it, the transit van, I use it. I use half of it's tools. How many pockets of bread do you make? Olivia told me you took her phone off and put it in your pocket when she tried to tell me about the police, you little snake. How many? Especially with you for that as well, you little grass. Oh. I like the grass, you little rat. Oh, really? Really. Why are you grass? Why are you grass? I'm not. So why did you take her phone off first? What shit are you talking? What, is she lying? She tried to warn me that the police were coming for me and you took her phone. What shit are you talking? Oh, she's lying, is she? What shit are you talking? Well apparently you're lying. Oh. Apparently you're lying. I'm a liar. Did you take your phone off and you tried to warn me? I didn't call you a terrorist. Like I said, don't negotiate with terrorists. It's a term of phrase, you idiot. She's got messages on her phone from your... Why are you trying to... No, I don't negotiate with terrorists. It's a famous line. If you don't fucking understand it, you're stupid. She's like a terrorist, mate. And I'm replying that you're like a weasel and I'm going to deal with you soon. Oh. And you can record these calls for the police because I'll tell the police as well. In fact, I rang the police today and I told them if they don't come and fucking sort you out for your malicious bullying and communications I told them I'd be coming round to deal with you myself. They looked me up on the computer and they said, Mr Lee, we really don't want you to do that. You haven't got a leg to stand on the way you're going, boy. Really? Why don't you just leave the matter with the police? Why do you keep saying so well as these words now? Hiya, my name's Thomas Dias and quality work. So, you wanted my brother's number. I'm just going to send you my brother's number and you can deal with my brother. You better be able to fight my brother because my brother won't be talking to you, you cunt. I fucking don't. I fucking don't. You fool of fucking shit. I'm going to come through your door like I have done plenty of other doors and I'm going to come and take the assets out of your house worth the money that you owe me. Nah, you're fucking not, mate. And then I might get me mum to kidnap your mum and take her to the police station and then you'll never see mummy again. Oh, is that what you're fucking threatening me with now? It bothers you though, doesn't it? What? It bothers you, threatening your mum. I think you're a fucking shit, mate. What, you're threatening a 75 year old? You're a fucking shit, mate. I've punched you up already. Yeah, you're a fucking shit, mate. That's how you're a weasel because you're letting me threaten your mum and you're not doing anything about it. Mate, you're a fucking little shit, OK? Now, fuck off. And you think you're so clever but you're not, you're so stupid you tripped on the cordless telephone. Don't call me again. I'm going to keep ringing you and I'm going to get plenty of other people to keep ringing you. As long as you keep ringing Wethersley I'm going to keep ringing you, you cunt, you bully cunt. So, hold on. So, you're chasing Wealthy because you're getting a car out of him. Here's the money. Mum's down here tomorrow and if she sees your mum it's on. So, hang on. So, what are you doing? You're chasing up for Wealthy because you've got a car out of him. No. And tools. Then why did you mention your car and your tools that you're getting from Wealthy? Well, that's just the loan he's given me, mate. You're shit with Wethersley and you're shit with Wethersley. I'm running you down for money and being a bully. I said it really. You're telling yourself I'm running you down for Wethersley. That's not the case at all. It seems to be the case. Compulsive liars believe their own lies. That seems to be the case. Wealthy must know what you're doing, right? Oh, really? Really? On my kids' lives? I'm not lying to you, eh? Yeah, you're full of it, mate. No, I'm not. There's a few of them that have turned to these reports. Yeah, you're full of it, mate. Fuck off. You're fucking full of it, you little cunt. You think you're so... Listen, you used to be a little scummy little drug dealer who used to take most of your time You're a fucking weasel. Get out of your house and fight me then. Right now, fuck off. Around the corner, right now. Fuck off. Get out of your fucking house. Fuck off. Get out of your fucking house. Because you're a keyboard warrior. You're all mouth. You ain't fuck all, you little prick. I was raiding these trenches. I'll fucking kill you, you cunt. Fuck off. Get off my phone. Fuck off. Hang up the phone then, you little weasel. I'll keep ringing it and I'll keep ringing your mum's number and all. Then fuck off. Go fuck yourself, you dickhead. Anywhere. I'm not going anywhere. While you keep making your malicious phone calls, I'm going to keep making them. I'm not making malicious phone calls. Fuck off. I'm doing it because I can go home and sleep with that bit of weather around my door because I know you're a straggle. I'm a what? You're a straggle. Oh, thank you very much. Fuck off. Just don't. I can't stand bullies. I despise them. You're a fucking bully, cunt. You're a fucking little shit. You're a malicious, good storytelling, scruffy little runt. Fuck off, mate. The only reason I haven't punched you off already is because I'm not going to jail for you, mate. Fuck off, mate. That's when you want to worry, when I can start trying punches and not spend two years in jail. That's when you want to worry. I reckon you've got until the 19th of November before I can legally start trying punches and not go back to prison. You can't fucking legally start trying punches. You're a fucking idiot. Why not? Fuck off, mate. I've sold drugs around here for 20 years. Do you think I couldn't get you done right now within 10 minutes? Fuck off. You're a fucking idiot. You're so lucky. You're absolutely lucky I'm in the position I'm in with my license, that's all. You're just pure luck. If this was this time two years ago, I'd have scraped your face off the floor and I'd have sent the young G's around to do it. Fuck off, Benji. Nah, because you can't even admit that sometimes you're just being a fucking prick. Why don't you fuck off? Why don't you fuck off back to Cyprus? That's what I'm going to make of you. I'm going to make your life so much hell around here you're not going to want to stay around there. Fuck off, Benji. Mate me. Get out of your house and make me... I don't have to. Get off my fucking phone. Fuck off. Get out of your house. Why? Get out of your house. Fuck off. Out your gallery window and come down to the bottom of the hill. Why? Get out of your house and come down to the bottom of the hill where me and my mates are. You've got ten minutes so I'm coming in your door. No, you won't. How's about that? You've got ten minutes to get out of your house and come down to me at the bottom of the hill or me and ten of my friends right here, right now coming through your door, mate. Fuck off, Benji. Police won't get there quick enough either. Uh-huh. She'll pinch. She'll pinch in ten minutes. Dickhead. I'm talking to you, eh? Fuck off, Benji. Don't make up that you're a big man out here when you're not. Benji, fuck off. In ten minutes in ten minutes the police will be here in ten minutes and the response time is going to go from five minutes to thirty-two minutes. Benji, fuck off. You ain't living in this kitchen enough. OK, right. That's what I need. OK? Right. No more. Just no more. Just no more. Just no more.