01x01 - Episode 1

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Music: It's Like That by Run DMC

♪ Unemployment at a record high ♪
♪ People coming, people going people born to die ♪
♪ Don't ask me, because I don't know why ♪
♪ But it's like that and that's the way it is ♪
♪ People in the world try to make ends meet ♪
♪ You try to ride car, train, bus or feet ♪
♪ I said you got to work hard to want to compete ♪
♪ It's like that and that's the way it is... ♪

Seriously, mate, I'm getting out of the business.

Find someone else.

Are you listening, you junkie?

Ease off.

(g*nshots)

(Music continues from headphones)

Dad!

♪.. Huh! ♪

(Siren wails in distance)

Dad! Wait!

(Train announcements over tannoy)

(Incidental music obscures tannoy)

Tannoy: .. Putney, Barnes, North Sheen, Richmond, Twickenham and Hounslow.

All right. What about him - striped shirt?

Hit man.

Loner.

20 kills, give or take.

All right. Her - k*ller heels, red dress.

Brothel keeper.

High-class madam.

(He laughs)

No doubt about it.

Love it.

That's him.

Come on.

"A day to stick to certainties, not one to rely on chance."

I wish I'd not bought them lottery tickets now.

The horoscope. It's bollocks, innit? Just a bit of fun.

What star sign are you, mate?

Go on. What star sign are you?

Er... I'm... I'm Capricorn.

Cap... Yeah? All right, hold on.

"Today is a good day to tie up any loose ends... as you're about to be arrested by Her Majesty's Customs."

Weird, innit?

Oh, that is... that is uncanny.

(Man gasps)

I... I'll get him.

(Panting)

sh*t!

(Groaning)

Move, move, move, move, move! Come on!

I see him!

Where's he gone?

Dunno. Must be the Tube!

Tommy! Tommy!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oh, dammit!

Ooh!

(Groaning)

Get off! Ow, ow!

(Panting)

It was never in doubt.

Tannoy: South West Trains service...

♪ Ain't shady, baby ♪
♪ I'm hot like the prodigal son ♪
♪ Pick a petal, eeny meeny miny mo ♪
♪ And flower, you're the chosen one ♪
♪ Well, your left hand's free ♪
♪ And your right's in grip ♪
♪ With another left hand ♪
♪ Watch his right hand slip ♪
♪ Towards his g*n ♪
♪ Oh, no ♪
♪ Well, my left hand's free ♪
♪ Oh, no! ♪

I bet Martin loved that(!)

So who were they?

Er, Customs, I think.

It's your old crew, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Oh, God!

What, you know him?

Yeah.

I'm supposed to deliver to someone tomorrow morning... early.

I don't know who it is.

Who?

I just told you. I don't know.

But I know where he'll be.

Hounslow.

Retail park.

Chinese cash & carry.

That's gotta be worth something, isn't it?

L... Like what?

I don't know.

Favourable treatment.

You said you could help me.

Yeah. You want a deal?

You're a pusher!

I'm not a pusher.

I was just passing it from A to B. I don't make anyone take dr*gs. That's their choice.

It's not just about the users, De Carlo!

It's about everyone else.

Do you have any idea what this stuff you're just... "moving from A to B" does to people's lives?

To people's families?

THEY don't get a choice, Larry.

But you're about to get ten years to think about yours.

Retail park. Chinese cash & carry.

That's where you're picking up the package from this De Carlo bloke?

Yeah?

That's where it's just waiting to be... collected?

Huh!

And sorry, man, just to... be clear... the bloke you're picking it up off, he don't know you?

And you've never met him before?

(No. No...)

(Scoffs)

You know what this is, don't you?

It's fate.

Me having a thirst, walking into that pub. You being in that pub, sh**ting your mouth off... about the meet, the package, how much you were getting out of it.

We're talking karma here, man.

This is my reward...

(Door opens, engines rev)

.. for having been such a good person.

Are you serious?!

Come on.

When was the last time we got some proper intel?

(Scoffs)

De Carlo and the collector, they don't know each other, right? We get one of our guys to stand in for De Carlo. We follow whoever turns up, we track him, we use him. Maybe even ID the supplier next time he stocks up.

No. We have these dr*gs.

We dangle them and bust whoever shows up for conspiracy to supply.

Just the one.

No, I shouldn't.

Oh, come on.

Lorna will understand. After a knock like that? It was classic.

It was legendary.

You think?

What? So Madam can pull another no-mark like De Carlo over there - stick him on her monthly returns?

Here we go.

We've been spinning the same drums as we were ten years ago - the same... low-level runners.

They don't know any names. They don't...

I just wanted to nick someone.

What? Someone what?

Bigger.

You mean like Fat Baz?

You're an idiot.

We can only work on what's in front of us, mate, yeah?

Maybe you've got to face facts.

Just can't get to those guys.

No, not like this.

Oh, I love this.

♪ I'm a puppet on a string ♪
♪ Tracy Island ♪
♪ Time travelling diamond Cut a shape... ♪

What is he even saying?

Listen properly, yeah?

No, but what does it mean?

♪ Fall in some velvet morning... ♪

Tracy Island and diamond?

♪ .. Years too late ♪
♪ She's a silver lining Lone Ranger riding ♪
♪ Through an open space. ♪

You're hurting my heart.

My actual life is like... All right, one. We'll go for one. Just stop it.

You're a first-class idiot, you know that.

(Door unlocks)

And where have YOU been?

It was just supposed to be one.

Right.

And you being a notoriously slow drinker.

Yeah, well, Tommy...

Um?

.. Tommy...

Ooh... he said...

Yeah, I should've called.

Yeah, you're in luck, cos Wendy came round.

Oh, no. Who with this time?

The meter reader.

No?!

Yes. He's a very sensitive lover, apparently.

Still...

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

What was it this time? Big collar?

Medium.

Small to medium.

Small collars are good, Ash. We like small collars.

Yeah.

And you feeling guilty means that I can have my sneaky f*g in the garden and you can't have a go.

Tell the kids, and I'll castrate you.

Let me have a little kiss first.

(Giggles)

Come here.

(Tommy beatboxes)

One, two. One, two. One, two.

Don't.

One, two. Come in, come in.

It's on.

Testing.

Testing.

It's on.

What's up with you?

You shouldn't be volunteering for this.

I told ya, I'd only do this if you were closest.

We do the meet... we bag and tag this buyer and we're down the Rifleman's for happy hour.

Yeah? That's what we do.

All right?

All right.

Go on.

See you on the other side.

(Engine starts)

Charlie unit, possible suspect vehicle coming your way.

Tommy: ♪ Are you mine? ♪

Can you get him to stop singing?

♪.. Are you mine, or just for tonight?

♪ All I want to hear you say is "Are you mine?" ♪

(Vehicle approaches)

Target is alone.

Cool.

Cor, it's cold, innit?

Eh?

Are you cold?

No, I'm all right.

You got the thing?

Let's get in the car.

No, I'm fine.

I said, "Let's get in the car."

It's cold.

He's moving in.

He needs to get verbal agreement to the deal.

Is that a fact(?)

Ah, ah, ah, ah! Don't go walking on the cracks, man, it's bad luck.

(Scoffs)

You make your own luck in this life, mate.

Oh, do ya?

(Tommy!)

What's happening?

He's getting in the car. Stand by.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Who's she?

sh*t!

All units, move in now!

No! I have eyes on. Stand by.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Pulling a g*n, mate - that's going to make things worse, yeah?

Make what worse?

Oh, she won't say nothing.

Not when I sh**t her, she won't.

Strike! Strike! Strike!

Negative!

Let her go.

Who is she?

She's nobody. Look, I don't know.

(She screams)

Mate, let her go.

(Sirens wail)

You dog! Sirens - is that you?

She's nothing to do with it.

You shut up an' all.

(Screaming)

A trick!

(She whimpers)

sh*t!

You prick! Drive!

Right.

Drive! Just drive!

What, where?

Oh, I dunno, just get out of here.

(Tyres squeal)

(He chuckles)

Attaboy.

Faster! Or I'll sh**t the girl!

(Screams and whimpers)

Faster!

Faster! You're going to get me out of here.

(Horn blares)

In pursuit.

So, are you a pig?

No, no.

(Horn beeps)

Come on, Tommy. Don't do anything stupid.

Whatever you are, mate, you can forget about it -

I never get caught.

Argh! What are you doing?

(He chuckles, horns blare)

Dammit!

(Horns beep)

It's snowing!

sh*t!

Jesus, you'll get us k*lled, you psycho!

Get out the way!

No!

Argh!

Be lucky(!)

(He laughs)

Stay back! Stay back! I have an officer involved in an RTC.

I need urgent medical assistance Go. Go and sit down. Go and sit down.

Tommy?

Tommy.

You're going to be all right, mate.

You're going to be all right. Get me an ambulance, now!

Tommy...

Open your eyes. Tommy, open your eyes!

Come on, Tommy, open your eyes!

(Sirens wail)

Just stay with me.

Coming through!

Serious trauma to the right leg.

(Indistinct voices)

Yes. Steady.

How long's he been going for?

48.

(Indistinct background chatter)

Very good.

Mm-hm.

I told you to wait!

I was the eyes on that meet, and I told you to wait!

I had an officer in danger!

You put him in more danger! You panicked.

You blew his cover. He might never walk again!

All this is down to you!

Yeah, you cover your own arse.

(He scoffs)

You'll answer for this!

(Sirens wail)

(Indistinct background conversations)

Marcus Ashton?

Well, get on with it.

I'm busy.

Get on with...?

Um, suspension, possible... dismissal or worse.

What's worse?

Airport - baggage checks, cavity searches.

(Sniffs)

Well, the wife will be happy.

15 years.

Never really got close to the real criminals, you know, the real pushers. It's just knowing that they're out there, you get me?

You take crime personally?

How else are you supposed to take it when you can see it happening all around you?

What, even here?!

All right, then.

The fifth bag of skunk Uncle Albert's palmed off in the past hour. He's probably growing it on his allotment.

Oh, yeah. And, um, Bernice is tapping the wrong drinks into the till. She's been doing it all day, creaming off the difference.

It's a very tidy profit.

You have a talent there.

Yeah. Or a curse.

So... what do we do about the real criminals?

I don't know.

Maybe I do.

My name's Cartwright.

I didn't come here to reprimand you. I came to offer you a job.

If you wanted something a little less safe than rummaging through refugee underwear.

There you go.

Your choice.

Oh...

I'm sorry about your friend.

Mum told us.

Is Tommy going to be OK?

Back to bed.

Go on.

Lorna.

Oh...

I thought you'd be drunk.

Yeah, I tried.

It's my fault.

No...

I shouldn't have let it happen.

No. What are you saying?

That it should have been you instead of him?

I've told you, Ash. You cannot keep taking these risks any more.

You can't do it. You and Tommy, it wasn't a question of if or when, was it?

It was a question of who.

I've gotta find him. The guy who did this to Tommy.

I'm. I... I've got to find him, man. I...

And how exactly are you going to do that?

Man on recording: What do you mean, "done in"?

Second man: What do you think?

b*ll*ts and that. Pulled him out the boat lake, Crystal Palace.

Weren't he supposed to pick up the package, Chinese place yesterday?

He's already been done in, mate.

So who went to get it?

(Phone rings)

Aye-aye.

No?! Valerie!

(He chuckles)

Oh, how's my bright-eyed protege from Dover Docks?

Huh? Still taking on allcomers?

Yeah, some days.

Family?

Yeah, good. Good.

Yeah?

I thought you'd quit Customs.

Oh, I have, I have.

Right.

Come on. You might like this.

We can be up on hundreds of lines simultaneously.

Any name of interest comes up, we request authority to listen in, building a complete picture of how the business operates.

Hey. I'm Kim. This is Bernie.

Ash.

Yeah, we know.

Great work at Waterloo.

So that's how you came to our attention.

We were tracking De Carlo as well.

But not to arrest him, just to follow him.

Let's have a little chat. Come on.

Nearly every other criminal act in this country is drug-related.

I'm not talking about pushers and junkies - virtually all the victims of that crime are ordinary people who've never seen a line of cocaine.

What you and I know is that it's the bastards at the top of the food chain who are the furthest from prosecution.

Tell me about it.

All down to these.

Pay as you go, no GPS, no tracking.

We're going to turn their own greatest w*apon on every drug dealer in this town.

This is where the money's gone.

If it's glass walls and views of the city you're after, I recommend a career in window cleaning.

I've recruited personnel from a num...

He means poached.

.. personnel from a number of agencies.

How much do they know about this? Like, Police?

Customs?

As much as they need to know.

We wait for our moments, hold on to our intel and call it in when it suits us.

They can have their precious arrest statistic - it's done in our cause.

Which is?

Hitting serious product.

Serious money.

Doing it again and again and again.

We pressurise them into making mistakes.

We let them dig their own graves.

But for that to happen, we need to know what the enemy looks like.

And THAT is where I want to see those faces.

Board's empty.

Yes, it is.

This is Martin. You'll be working with him and Kim as part of our ground surveillance team.

Think you can handle that?

Keeping your head down?

Not like the knock-about at Waterloo.

All right, shall we start there, then?

Let's see what I got caught up in the middle of.

Who's De Carlo connected with?

Cheers.

You rock up here, saying that you want me to give you another three kilos on top of the three of mine that you'd already lost?!

No, no, no, you see, that's my point. I didn't lose you nothing.

Technically... Hear me out. Technically, you'd lost it already to the Old Bill, or whoever it was that was there when I showed up. Right?

You're going to replace the three keys that I went to collect in good faith.

You took out one of our boys.

SCOFFS I wouldn't cry over him, mate.

He coughed up your name quick enough.

(Look, this is your chance to make it right...)

.. you know? All in good faith.

Look... I don't know you.

Oh, come on, man. You know who my people are.

Yeah, well, I'd heard something about that.

Oh, yeah?

(What have you heard?)

That they cut you loose.

(Do you want to put that to the test?)

OK, De Carlo.

Four phone intercepts on two different numbers of interest.

These are all known associates of those two numbers.

This is all the foot surveillance we did on him before your... intervention.

All in all, about three weeks' work which I had to stand and watch you and your mate blow in about five minutes.

All yours.

No. No, none of them.

Well, what was he?

g*ng type?

Nah.

Pulled his g*n fast enough. Little coward.

Yeah, it wasn't that.

It was like it meant nothing to him.

He wasn't afraid of any, er... consequences.

He said he wouldn't get caught.

Said he was never going to get caught.

If I heard his voice again...

Had many visitors?

My mum's been.

It's three buses for her, you know.

What about, um...?

No, she finished it.

What?!

Why'd she do that?

Job?

Both: Always the job.

Yeah.

Bet you're working the nurses, though, right?

They say they feel sorry for me.

I could hear them whispering in the corridor.

What? From in here?

If I can't...

If I can't...

I mean, what are you going to do without me, eh?

Huh...

If I heard his voice again...

Cheers.

Thanks.

Right.

Tell me if I've got this straight?

He tried to nick three keys off us and now the cheeky git wants us to give him the same again.

On tick?

(He exhales)

He said he'd pay us a point over on each one... for goodwill.

What? You said yes?!

You know who he is, who he's connected to. With a bit of luck, that psycho'll do half of it on his own and slab himself.

What are you going to tell him?

This is our problem.

He doesn't need to know.

Valerie got you working late already?

Yeah.

Night.

Night.

Goodnight, love.

Night, Val.

How is he, your oppo?

It's all right, Cartwright told me and nobody else.

Yeah, well, I shouldn't have let it happen.

It's on me.

You haven't changed.

Come on, there's something you need to hear.

Man on recording: What do you mean, "done in"?

Second man: What do you think? b*ll*ts and that.

Pulled him out of the boat lake, Crystal Palace.

Weren't he supposed to pick up the package, Chinese place yesterday?

He's already been done in, mate.

So who went to get it?

(Switches off recording)

Looks like your Tommy wasn't the only one not supposed to be at that meet. The guy that De Carlo thought he was handing over to was already dead.

So who come to collect from Tommy?

I don't know.

An opportunist maybe? No connections. No trail. Could be anyone.

No, I'm not having that.

Come on, Ash(!)

We both know bad things happen to good people all the time, and sometimes there's nothing you can do about it.

So what am I supposed to tell Tommy?

Tell him the truth.

You are not going to find this guy.

So what good is pretending to him that you can?

Then it's all been a... bloody waste of time!

Has it really?!

Is that all you were interested in?

Because that'd mean you'd been pissing us around.

And that would make the person who suggested you look a right tit, wouldn't it?

Val, you know I want to take down the serious crims.

And I told Cartwright that someone like you could be the key to making it happen.

But not if all you're worried about is... settling scores with a ghost that hurt your friend.

(She sighs)

Look, the photos, you taking them out of here, that's our secret, but you have to let this go.

And if you can't, then we've no use for you.

De Carlo.

Morning, Val.

All right, love?

Erm...

W-What's all this?

Um...

I'm just, er... looking for, er...

Go on, tell me.

Patterns. You know, connections.

Um, all of this, I reckon, is one crew.

You got your shotters, they're selling wraps, moving small amounts of gear. And then you got your youngers - they're supplying the shotters, collecting money.

But anything above that... the 50K guys, the faces...

What about them?

.. um, nothing.

Nowhere. There's these guys. HE CHUCKLES These guys, they're disciplined on the phones.

Anything important, they pass it by hand.

They use fresh meat like De Carlo to carry weight.

Whoever their contact is up the chain, they are smart enough...

Or scared enough.

.. not to give it away.

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.

This organisation is bigger than anything I'd imagined.

So we need to get higher?

Yeah.

Well, higher than a couple of guys looking at a... car. Val?

Yeah?

The Japanese guys. 264 Warren?

Yeah, I think I've got them on my Rolodex.

Is he talking to anyone about selling his motor?

Oh, dear. Has he? Tight git.

Man on recording: I don't care what the book price is.

I'm not taking less than five large.

Second man: Well, it's old, though.

Vintage. Been looked after. Bodywork.

Look, you know you want it. Just pay me the price.

Yeah, but the bodywork weren't all that.

You know you want it...

Right, there's ten more minutes of that. I mean, if anything did touch that bodywork.

What?

Hmm?

Should I get a hat like that?

I'll knit you one.

Would you?

Did you really just do what I think you did?

Don't believe it. Does anyone really believe that that would work?

It's going to work. I guarantee it.

Let's go.

(Phone rings)

'Hello?'

You.

'What? What d'you want?'

You done this!

'What?'

It was you! You done my bodywork!

Nah, mate. But does this mean you're selling it for less, though?

I'm going to cut ya!

I'm going to come round there, I'm going to gut you alive.

You little c...

(Phone hangs up)

(Dialling)

Hang on. Hang on. He's dialling out.

(Phone rings)

Yeah?

'Xav, it's me.'

(She mouths)

Why are you calling me on this number?

Warren's going to k*ll me!

What you on about, you div?

Well, he says I done his motor.

Well, did ya?

Nah! I swear it! But he wants to slice me.

He's coming for me.

All right. Shut your noise.

I'll sort it.

Tell him you'll meet him.

Where?

The usual. Two o'clock.

Right. You need to be on Mal. Now!

sh*t, it actually worked!

Martin!

You!

Oh, well done, mate, look, calm down, bruv, look, it weren't me.

Ow! What are you doing? Ow! Get off me!

Enough!

Do you really think I've got time for this sh*t, eh?

"Oh, he scratched my car. He scratched my car."

I don't care. It ends now.

Right?

Shake on it.

What?!

SHAKE ON IT!

Come on!

Bloody 'ell!

Uh?

White male.

175cm, jeans, nasty purple shirt.

Got him.

Michael Duffy, AKA Xavier -

Christ knows why.

Aged 41.

Some minor offences back in the day but clean for the last ten years.

Does very nicely for a geezer running a chain of dry-cleaners round E2.

Hey, it gets better. Xavier's just taken a call.

Sounds like he's about to unload another three kilos.

Do we have an ID on the buyer?

No. New to us. Not part of their crew.

Point is, if Xavier can get his hands on three keys at short notice, well, probably means he's got access to 20K?

Maybe more?

So that makes him, what?

Lower middle-management at best.

It makes him our biggest lead so far, and we now know the crew we're targeting!

They are our absolute priority from now on!

Stake out this... Xavier from sparrowfart tomorrow. Get eyes on that meet!

Ashton, do you want this?

They clock you - you endanger everything we've achieved.

Whatever happens, don't give yourself away!

From Madrid. Target is 3-8 at junction 10.

Looks like he's heading to Planet Thanet.

From Kilo. Target has gone inside. Meet is on.

From Madrid. On the move.

Your 5-5.

I mean, it was proper comedy.

I'm chucking this sh*t out of the window.

It was like Christmas has come early, you know what I'm saying?

Anyone coming out the other way must've been getting off their tits. SNIFFS DEEPLY And I've got this character.

What was he? 5-0?

I suppose.

I mean, there's sirens, and all of that sh*t, so he's some species of vermin.

And he's crying and sniffling, making a real embarrassment of himself.

Got this Chinese takeaway in the boot, right?

She's banging around in the back.

Then we're screaming onto this roundabout... and there's this lorry coming the other way.

And then it's like, boff!

Serious, serious collision...

(.. and... and the geezer...)

The pig?

Whatever he was, man, he was mashed up.

Proper damaged.

And you walk away?

Not a scratch.

It's proof, you know?

They can try - cops, lawyers, even my own people.

(But they can't get me.)

Behold.

(I am righteousness.)

So, we're all good for tonight?

Yeah, man.

This is where it'll be.

Cool.

Between heat four and heat five.

Away pits, right?

Not the Hammers'.

It's a wrench called Maurice.

He's got the meth.

You know what? I think this could be the making of me.

Oof! (He laughs)

Man: Whatever he was, man, he was mashed up.

Proper damaged.

That's him!

Not a scratch.

That's him.

I know. I need to know what he's saying. I've got...

Between heat four and heat five.

.. nothing.

Away pits, right?

Not the Hammers'.

It's a wrench called Maurice.

He's got the meth.

Wrench?

Away pits, right?

Away? Away pit.

Away pits.

Heats four and five.

Away pits, right? Not the Hammers'.

(He mumbles)

What has heats?

Hang on, mate.

Between heat four and heat five. Away pits, right?

Away pits. I know where it is.

His name's James Gordon Dolkin.

Known as Jago.

b*at to death a shop owner who wouldn't give him a complementary bottle of vodka.

Walked when all the witnesses lost their memories.

Notorious family.

Yep. Even they keep him at arm's-length.

(Phone ringtone)

Oh, excuse me.

But... the family clout would explain why Xavier was so willing to give him the other three.

Val? It's me.

Oh, Ash, what are you doing?

The bloke who wants the three keys.

Yeah. We've got an ID - don't know how he's connected yet.

I'm moving on him.

No.

No. No you're not. Looks like he's a fringe player.

That's exactly what we don't do, Ash. You get yourself back here right now.

It was him! The one who done Tommy! It was him!

ASH!

Sorry, Val.

sh*t.

Don't have a choice.

(Klaxon blares)

Over tannoy: .. Heat four...

(Indistinct chatter)

Mal! Mal!

Oi! Oi!

He's all right. He's my cousin.

(Indistinct)

How's it going, man?

You think you can hurt my friend?

Leave him for dead?

I should've finished him off.

No! Wait!

Tannoy: .. And they're off. Here we go...

(Incidental music)

Think you're untouchable?

You never get caught?

Ash!

Wrong!

Yeah, OK. Bye.

You know, I meant to ask actually.

How did you know...?

You tell him.

Little tip - next time you want to go rogue, don't take a UNIT car.

There's a tracking device in the boot.

Right.

Yeah.

Well, I'd better...

Thanks.

See you around.

Good luck with everything.

You too.

What do you think Cartwright'll say?

Valerie will pass on what we think.

Oh, yeah?

And what do we think?

That it'd be crazy to let him go.

You...

Why didn't you say that to him?

Let him sweat it out a bit.

Keep him honest.

That is so naughty!

You jeopardised everything we're trying to do here!

I could have piled into that caff.

I wanted to go in there and pummel him right in front of Xavier. but I didn't - I held back. I didn't jeopardise anything.

We're an undercover team!

Look, look, look, I want the boys at the top as much as anybody. Yeah?

But I will sacrifice that any given day to get justice for my mate.

And where does that stop for a man who takes all crime personally?

You want me to pretend to be someone else?

No. We can't allow ourselves to get distracted.

If we stop at every street corner to tidy up the mess these criminals make, we'll never catch up with the ones at the top.

And those guys, they don't stop to think about the collateral.

You mean "victims".

Yeah, they are tough to ignore in my experience.

So think about our strategy as a way of making fewer victims.

And what if I can't?

Try it.

You might like it.

Oh, by the way, do you need an extra set of ears?

Are they sharp?

What did he say?

Mm, he said to... bring him in, once he's out of hospital.

Well, yeah.

One good turn deserves another.

Find us someone bigger.

The biggest.

On tape: This would be a mutually beneficial venture.

Esta seria una empresa de beneficio mutuo.

Esta seria una empresa de beneficio mutuo.

Hello.

I didn't hear you come in.

Where've you been?

Work.

I, um... I had to finish some stuff off, so...

Yeah?

Oh...

Mmm...

You haven't said much about it, since you got transferred.

Yeah, it's, er...

Did I tell you Valerie's working there?

No.

Do you remember Val?

Yeah. Well, I might have to have a word with old Val.

Cos I need to be absolutely certain that my old man's not putting himself in harm's way when I need him here... fully functioning.

They got the guy who did Tommy.

Oh...

See?

It all got sorted and you didn't have to be the hero.

Yeah.

Lorna.

Oh, nothing.

It's all right.

He doesn't know?

You think I'm going to tell him that we spunked another three keys?!

Not happening.

So what we going to do?

(Car door slams)

It's the end of the month, boys.

So how much richer am I?

(Phone rings)

I heard you could sort me out with items.

g*ns. Replicas.

Convert them up, it's very nasty.

Uh? You want a w*r, yeah? Well, sh**t him.

Someone got sh*t, been all over the news.

I know, that's just mental.

So you weren't in the middle of all that?

g*ns? sh**ting? Me?!

Come on. I'd run a mile.

Fitz sh*t that kid dead. All I'm doing is eavesdropping on 'em.

How am I supposed to be able to help him?

So what are you going to do about it?

That'll make it up to 100 grand.

You tell Xav from me, I asked for this.

I expect it to happen without me touching any cash.

Ten crimes per g*n, that's 200 people with a barrel shoved in their face.

Then find a way that doesn't crap all over this operation.

♪ Ain't shady, baby ♪
♪ I'm hot like the prodigal son ♪
♪ Pick a petal, eeny meeny miny mo ♪
♪ And flower, you're the chosen one ♪
♪ Well, your left hand's free ♪
♪ And your right's in grip ♪
♪ With another left hand ♪
♪ Watch his right hand slip ♪
♪ Towards his g*n ♪
♪ Oh, no ♪
♪ Well, my left hand's free ♪
♪ Oh, no! ♪