A group of people who feel betrayed by their government and let down by their police force form a modern-day outlaw posse in order to right what they see as the wrongs of society.

Walter Lewis: You get that right and I'll feed you paedophiles, dealers, bullies, junkies, scum, cunts, dogs... the lot.
Bryant: Manning made bail. Where is he?
Walter Fuller: Kill me and you won't fucking know.
Bryant: Somebody'll talk, they always do.
[Shoots him]
Walter Lewis: Most Police couldn't lie in bed straight.
Simon Hillier: What did I tell you, eh? Fucking out-there.
Gene Dekker: He's completely insane.
Bryant: Why's he on bail?
Walter Lewis: Shoplifting crayons apparently.
Bryant: I'm talking about legitimate targets. I'm talking about people that hurt you. I'm talking about fucking violence.
Walter Lewis: The geezers a fucking nonce. Put him down.
Bryant: You're a good man, Walter.
Bryant: What you doing here? I said what the fuck you doing here? Why've you come here? Because you've been abandoned by the powers that be, and there's nowhere else to turn. Jump on a bus with a rucksack full of explosives, Government ought to dish you out a free car these days but keep your head down, be a good citizen, and walk without a limp, and you get zip. You count for nothing, and that's why you're all here, and your cries fall on deaf ears, but if you want to spend the rest of your lives getting bullied and raped by cunts like Blair, and having pedophiles running the fucking playgrounds while you smile mute and pay your fucking taxes, then get out the door.
Bryant: Get Aids or jump on a bus with a rucksack full of explosives, the government will dish you out a free car these days.