01x04 - Episode 4

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Astin: It's just money. It's never just money.

Ash: Every fiver's got a victim's name on it.

Ash, you cannot keep taking these risks any more. You can't do it.

When was the last time we actually hurt anybody?

Ash: I'm not hanging an innocent man out to dry.

This is what you've signed up for!

Kim, what's going on?

What if we could get the money back?

I've got 100 grand. Now what?

Tommy: This is how you follow the money.

Docker: It's back where it started, plus 25K.

Tommy: There you go. It's talking.

(Yes!)

We're deeper into this crew, and nobody got hurt.

Cartwright: This time.

Man: 'I need more product, Xav.'

Xavier: 'What?'

'The 5-0 just crashed the meet. They cleaned us dry.'

'The filth again? Who did you tell?'

'Nobody, honest.'

'Right, someone is grassing us up. We need to find out who.'

Look in the mirror, sunshine!

[CHUCKLES] Got these charlies on the run!

Oh, you made it.

Course I did. You ready?

[HE CHUCKLES] Listen.

You go back in there and you get your little girl back.

All right?

Come on.

Never had to do this before.

Well, I've never had to be a character witness before.

Just heard, another kilo taken out after a tip-off from us.

All well and good, but when's it going to get us higher up the ladder on this crew?

Well, the street boys are getting edgy, you can tell.

They're short of gear.

But they're holding the line. They're not giving much away.

Then we need a break.

Stacey: Thanks for saying them things about me, Ash.

When I said I'd been clean for two years, they knew it was true.

You did great.

You reckon?

Can't believe they make you wait.

It's only a few days.

You sure a fleapit like this is the kind of place you should be working at?

It's job number three.

I can afford to pack this one in if...

(Train rumbles)

I don't want 'em to see me dressed like this.

There's a place round the corner where I can get changed.

All right.

Thanks.

You take care.

I will.

Yeah. Yeah, he's just flown in this morning.

Uh-huh. All right, I'll see what I can do.

OK. He's going to give us some big money.

(Dialling tone)

'All right, Ash?'

Tommy?

Remember that bloke we nicked a few years back?

Heroin pusher. Er... Russ?

You mean "Razor" Russ?

No, no, no. The other one.

Oh, Russ, "The Bus" Russ?

That's the fella.

Well, I just saw our little sunshine burn a phone, and he didn't even recycle it.

'Oh, disgusting.'

I know. Naughty.

Now he's talking on a new one.

Love to know why he's being so careful.

Yeah, well, convicted drug dealer.

Get a number, we'll be straight on him.

'I'll see what I can do.'

You still here?

No problem.

Do us a little favour?

Can you help? Ring my phone for me.

Hope I haven't bloody lost it.

What's your number?

07900 700537.

(Phone rings)

Dozy cow. Sorry. Thank you.

Tommy? I got that number.

(Text alert)

Something's going down if he's burning phones.

I'm sticking with him.

(Keypad beeps dialling tone)

(Phone vibrates)

[SHE SIGHS] Yeah?

'Good morning, princess. Listen, I need your help with something.'

'Yeah, all right. Give me ten.'

I like it. Tommy's chasing up Martin.

(Phone rings)

Tommy. What?

We need you, mate. Ash has got something.

OK, I'll be there in a moment.

♪ 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! ♪

Here we go.

How long was he in there?

Half an hour or less.

He weren't in there for a Zumba class.

Russ: Look, I'm just saying you need what he's got, if it's true what I'm hearing.

Who's he talking to?

Heard you were short of weight.

'I've been talking to someone who can sell you a serious amount of gear.'

'Are you sure?'

'He's gold-plated, trust me.'

Are you getting it?

Tommy: Oh, yeah.

Who's he talking to?

That's the bit you're going to love.

'It's our old friend Xav.'

All right.

I'll pass it on. You set it up your end.

You wanted a break? Ash just worked us a lead.

'I've been talking to someone who can sell you a serious amount of gear.'

'Are you sure?'

'He's gold-plated, trust me.'

'All right. I'll pass it on. You set it up your end.'

So, are we following Russ?

No, no, no, no.

We want whoever he was meeting inside.

Serious player.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

(Phone rings)

Um... sorry.

(Phone beeps)

Ollie? Babes!

Miss me?

'Yeah.'

Mandy!

I've got to go.

(Phone beeps)

Sorry. It's my boyfriend.

Hi.

Who's taking flowers?

I think it's Will.

(She chuckles)

Yeah.

I hope you enjoyed your visit.

Your Jacuzzi is too hot and your sauna is too cold.

Aye aye. Walking pint of Guinness at ten o'clock.

He's scoping the ground.

Oh, I like you.

'I think we've got him.'

Cartwright: 'Don't let him out of your sight. We need to know everything about him.'

Martin: 'Kim? Do you see him?'

Kim: 'Copy that.'

'Kim, you take the lead.'

'I'm on it.'

Tommy: 'OK, guys. Confirm your positions.'

Madrid. I'm eight-two, standing off.

Kim: 'From Kilo. My six-eight confirmed.'

Martin: 'Five-five. Target's heading north.'

Good.

Keep me updated.

Martin: 'I have a plate.'

Lima, Victor, 1-4.

'Zulu, Zulu, Charlie.'

'Copy that. Sadie?'

Can you get a trace on that as quick as possible?

Kim: 'This is Kilo. I have visual on target.

'Madrid, are you with me?'

I'm here.

'Ash, got a trace on that plate.

'It's an executive car hired this morning from London Airport.'

Kim: 'He's gone hard left.

'He's looking for tails. There's no way I can go with him.'

Ash: 'We can't lose him now.'

Tommy, tell me what to do. Come on. You're my eyes here.

Er... go next left. He's got to be looping round the other way.

'I'm on it.'

Move, move, move, move, move!

(Horn sounds)

Tommy: Quick right.

I'm heading into a car park here.

'Er... go next left.'

There should be a service exit straight ahead of you.

Through there and you're back on him in a couple of turns.

Right at the end.

Gotcha!

(Horn sounds)

No!

40 years in the scaffolding game, and I'll tell you what it's taught me.

It's that people see the tubes and the boards, they see the structure, but they don't see what keeps it all together.

(Clicks clamp)

Es todo sobre... el clampo, Kenny.

It's all about the clamp.

You gotta trust these little beauties to keep everything up.

Trust.

You come and work for me, you have mine.

I expect yours.

Of course, Mr Roach.

But if you break that trust... I've got a few other uses for these.

Straight to it.

I'll jump onto it, Mr Roach.

So?

The law's on a lucky streak.

No such thing as luck. You'd know that if you played golf.

This is exactly why we need to be taking control of our own importation.

Fine. In the meantime, what?

We're low in product. We could lose real estate to other crews.

What good's your own shipment if you got nowhere to sell it?

So, who is this bloke?

Russ knows him.

He reckons the bloke's gold-plated.

Reckons he's good for 20-plus. Tide us over.

Make sure no-one moves in on our patch.

Set it up, but I want to know his terms.

OK. El clampo?

Is that really the word for clamp?

Dunno. But I won't be talking about clamps where I'm going.

(Clamp clatters)

(Tannoy announcement)

You all right? Alison, is it?

How about something a tad more exciting than sudoku?

I'm looking for some information.

Gemmill: 'Sorry, who's this guy?'

Yeah, it's... Eric Olaf Forsberg, Norwegian, born 12/7/79.

And you want me to...

I don't know. Interpol?

Interpol?

'Yeah, that is a real thing, isn't it?'

'Listen, Ash, I don't know.'

Come on. Our tips are working all right for you, aren't they?

Yeah, maybe too much.

Listen, it... it's not a good time.

Morning, sir.

(Tannoy announcement)

So, what's he like, then, this Forsberg?

Good customer?

Total tosser.

Only ever wants black saloons.

Up to no good, is he?

The next time he's coming through, give us a quiet call?

Er... we were told on the training course not to divulge information to the law.

Not without a warrant.

Is that right?

Got to pick a side, don't you?

Yeah. You do.

Stannard: I want it made clear that any member of this force who acted on a piece of intelligence that was improperly obtained, it could blow right up in their face!

You'd think Barren Street had never bloody happened!

Barren Street?

(Prick.)

(Keypad beeps)

Ash? It's me.

That name you wanted running, what was it again?

(Siren wails)

He must have garaged the car.

We've covered the whole area. No sign of him.

(She sighs)

Er... right, you two call it a day now, yeah? All right. Night-night.

Night.

Yeah, all right. What does that even mean? Another level?

I mean, I'm not going to start holding your hand at work, if that's what you're talking about.

All I'm saying is that we shouldn't treat it like a secret.

It's been three weeks.

I know.

It's not a sign of weakness to show... feelings.

Oh, Martin.

(She snorts)

Christ's sake!

It's going OK, is it?

Yeah, he's doing great.

Yeah.

It's just taking a bit of time, ain't it, Tommy?

Yeah, my... my physio, she's given me these new exercises.

She, yeah? Move to that, bruv.

Oh, stop it.

Get in there, bruv.

She's 50, you tosser.

So?

Don't listen to him, Tommy. He's all talk.

No, I'm not.

Yes, you are! When we were at school...

Did you hear that school closed down?

Don't change the subject.

He's changing the subject.

I'm not changing the subject.

I'm just involved in the subject.

Cos when we were at school I knew you fancied me. He wouldn't dare look me in the eye.

Now we're coming to it, eh?

It's true.

I had to make sure I put myself in the right place at the right time.

Somewhere I knew he was going to be and he wasn't going to get away.

Where was that?

Detention.

Hey, hey. You're a grass. You're a squealer, you are.

Yeah? Well, all the girls love a bad boy, didn't you know?

(Phone rings)

(Phone beeps)

Talk to me.

Gemmill: 'So, this Scandawegian of yours.'

Yeah?

Gave a false address, for a start, and turns out he's of interest.

'Pains me to admit it, but I'm intrigued.

'This guy would be quite a prize.'

Ping me the report?

'Yeah, OK.

'Oh, there's something you'll like. He's got a nickname.'

The Viking.

And this new office, it's all right, is it?

Yeah, yeah.

It's just you know what Ash is like.

He don't tell me anything.

Well, that's him, innit?

(Door shuts)

He wouldn't want you to...

Worry? Yeah.

Er... so, listen, um... Tommy asked if I wanted to go down the pub and watch the match on the big screen, so, um...

Right. Yeah?

Yeah, yeah. I... yeah, it's a... a really big screen.

(Laughs)

No. I meant, it was your idea, was it?

I...

Oh. Oh, well, if it's Tommy's idea.

See you later.

Have fun. Goodbye.

We won't be long.

We're going to need some help finding this Forsberg.

Who from?

Someone who'll do anything for a free kebab.

Ha-ha!

He's nicknamed the Viking.

Val reckons he could've garaged the car somewhere around here.

Come on, then, Smoke.

We're talking about a specialist. Very smart.

Sounds like you admire him.

You know what I think about dr*gs. Give honest villains a bad name.

Smoke. The Viking?

He works alone, with only a few people in the know.

Needs a low profile.

All right, nothing too flash.

We're looking for a semidetached.

He'll have someone in there.

Mm-hm.

A girl.

Yeah. And everything will be in her name, no doubt.

There'll be a garage for his motor.

He uses hire cars.

Then she'll have her own car so she fits in.

But he'll still want to put his away when he gets here so...

That's right.

Le garage double.

(Music plays)

Ollie!

(She giggles)

How are you?

I'm good. How are you?

You look gorgeous.

(She giggles)

(Birdsong)

So, how much longer?

Well, if we're right about the garages, plural, it's got to be one of two streets.

So, in or out, he'll have to come this way.

So, what now?

We continue to wait.

Yeah, what about me?

This is fun.

We're on the move.

Are we?

Why?

That's him.

Look at that.

Bloody hell.

Well done, eh?

Good work.

Garage double. [HE LAUGHS]

You're a good-luck charm, you are, Smoke.

What have you done?

I tidied up.

Why did you do that? Huh?

Hey! All right!

What did I tell you? Huh?

Don't touch my stuff!

I'm sorry.

Just don't touch my stuff!

All right, I'm sorry.

(She sobs)

(She cries out)

(Smash)

(Cocks g*n)

So, the property's rented in the name of Mandy Corrigan, 25 years old.

No convictions. She's the nail technician at a hair salon.

Yeah, she ain't paying for it herself.

We reckon this Viking character has access to an import route.

So, he finds customers looking for proper weight. Like our crew.

But this is a departure for them. I mean, they'd be paying this guy top dollar.

They're moving quick, cos they're short.

Yep, and we can take the credit for that.

The next step?

Tommy: We've lost Russ. He's changed phones again.

Eyes around the clock on Viking. Tap on the totty's phone.

Any evidence she's involved?

Well, I mean, she's got to know.

Your Viking is fair game, but I'm not authorising an intercept on a citizen with no known previous.

So, no taps on this guy at all?

We can wire his car.

As long as we get him in the right vehicle next time he's here.

All right. Until then, we do it the old-fashioned way, starting from now.

Great.

(Birdsong)

Here we go.

(Starts engine)

This is Madrid. Target and female are mobile.

You got tabs on them?

Yep.

Nice drive in the country. Could be a meet.

Thank you.

(Low chatter)

Here we are.

Thanks.

Enjoy your meal.

Cheers.

Tommy: 'Berlin, this is control.

'Do you have position?'

In position.

So, er... what are you boys having for lunch?

Go on, then. Cheers.

He's flying in twice a week. He's got his nice cars.

He's living a fancy lifestyle.

Come on. What, you think she doesn't know what's paying for all of this?

Mm, it's easier not to ask.

Some men like it that way.

I don't know, maybe she loves him.

Yeah.

Yeah, but you're right.

Any woman's got to be curious.

Ooh, that's nice. Try it.

No, thank you.

Your wife want to know what you get up to?

She knows the score.

I mean, full-time surveillance and family life?

It's not a good fit.

Nah, we're strong.

Besides, what else am I going to do? Shack up with someone from work?

Uh-uh.

That way madness lies.

They're leaving.

Waitress.

(Low chatter)

Thank you.

We're on.

Good.

Russ: 'Tonight, my place.'

(Phone beeps)

Viking went in the back.

The back?

Don't know about you, but I always carry a briefcase into a dubstep night(!)

(Phone rings)

Ash. We just had a sweep on those tagged notes. They've moved.

Moved where?

'You're looking at them.'

Oh, yeah?

Pounds? Come on.

(Briefcase opens)

Full payment in euros on delivery.

If we're buying.

You know somebody else who can give it to you so quick? Huh?

My operation is massively foolproof.

(He scoffs)

Cocky.

National trait, is it?

It's good.

(Drops money)

The balance in euros.

I'll be in touch.

All right. You get your hands on this 25 kilos, and then you deal with him.

Deal with him?

I'm not paying that price.

Anyway, once we start bringing in our own supplies, Viking's going to be our competition.

I want his gear and then I want him out of business.

For good.

Martin: Briefcase goes in. Nothing comes out.

A sample? Who for?

Over 1,000 people piled out of that place last night.

We had no chance.

Ash. I thought you said you knew someone who worked there?

What about the money?

Tracking says it's been broken up.

Probably went through some bureaux de change.

The risk didn't pay off.

Which is why we need to be still up on the girlfriend.

I've told you. She's out of play.

I'm not risking an accusation of collateral intrusion on a member of the public.

She's not an MOP. She's an accomplice.

Everything we do is being scrutinised.

By who?

Not your concern.

Well, it feels like my concern, if you're running scared of some... suit.

You know, I didn't realise we were playing it so safe.

Oh, come on, Valerie.

We make any mistake, he'll be all over us, and you know exactly who I'm talking about.

OK, all right, listen. I...

[SHE SIGHS] I think I can get in on this girlfriend.

How close?

Ooh... very.

(Train rumbles)

Stacey: No, I ain't seen this one.

You didn't see no-one leave with that case today?

No.

Well, if you see it, let me know. All right?

Listen. You, fly straight, all right?

I'm going to see you for the result of the hearing.

(Phone rings)

Hold on. Yeah?

Thought you'd like to know.

'Give me a sec.'

Martin's going to give you a lift home.

'This Forsberg of yours...'

My boss, she's a stuck-up bitch. She thinks she's all that, just cos her husband, who is a total shagger, by the way, has got a box at Chelsea.

I'm packing this place in. Don't need this job no more.

No?

No, I got my fella, don't I?

Oh, yeah? What does he do?

He's got his own business.

Travels a lot. But when he's here, nothing's too good for me.

Sounds great.

He's unbelievable.

The bond between manicurist and client is one of the strongest forces in nature.

She told me things about the Viking 100 years of interrogation wouldn't have got us.

Like what?

Well, er... he, er... he waxes his, um...

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Thank you.

(Others chuckle)

What does he tell her he does?

Says he's in import/export, and, more to the point, he and the lovely Mandy are jetting off for a weekend away.

Where?

Mykonos.

How do you know that?

How you mean? Got my own sources.

He's going to be renting a new car when he gets back.

That'll be our chance to wire his motor, wipe that smile off his face.

And his lady friend.

Ah, rushing to judgment, Ash? She might not know.

That's cos she's not asking. That's as bad as knowing.

(Valerie sighs)

(Birdsong)

There they go, off on their hols.

When you think about her life...

I mean, compared with someone like Stacey.

Tch.

No, they've got one thing in common.

What he's peddling, hard dr*gs.

When I dropped her home...

I mean, she told me the story.

How you met.

What you did for her.

Just wondering why RoboCop would choose to help one addict over all the others.

No, no.

She was close to the brink. Needed hauling back.

Reminded me of someone.

(Knock at door)

Kim, look. Please. Please.

Look, last time I came to your work, I was out of order.

Yeah, you can say that again.

OK.

Look, I'm sorry.

Really. It's just...

[HE SIGHS] I need a little help. OK?

Why didn't you tell me?

(He snorts)

What, I was living beyond my means?

It's quite something, having your credit card cut in half by a 12-year-old manager at Tesco.

So, I took it to work, didn't I?

Unburdened myself on a granny mugger down on the Lea Green.

I get suspended.

I can't even cover the rent.

Landlord locks me out.

Can't even get my stuff till I've paid him so I'm technically...

What? You're joking?

I got nowhere.

When I thought about who to go to... I knew at least you'd listen.

How long do you need?

Thank you.

Ash, I'm going to get my baby back!

Oh, come here!

(They laugh)

Thank you, thank you.

That's amazing.

Oh, I'm going to quit that sh*t-hole club today.

Yeah, you should.

I'm going to pick up my wages. That'll be enough for two tickets to The Lion King. The stage play, yeah? She loves lions!

Did I tell you that?

Yeah, you've mentioned it once or twice.

Ash, I mean it. What you've done for me, I'll never forget it.

I'm going to pay you back, I promise.

Come on.

Look, you just stay safe, all right? Stace, I'm sorry, I've got to go.

Yeah, yeah, course. Thanks.

(They laugh)

I'm proud of you.

(Muffled tannoy announcement)

Alison: 'Mr Forsberg's coming through now.'

Tommy: 'Ash, target's in sight.'

Copy that. Martin, how you doing?

That's it.

Wired for sound. Good to go.

Think she can handle it?

Yeah, she knows what to do.

Keep it natural. Don't make him nervous.

Morning, sir.

Do you have a car for me?

(She hums tune)

(Alison tapping keyboard)

Yep, everything's ready for you, sir.

I'll have your car brought round to the collection point.

You have any other cars?

'Oh, sh*t.'

What?

Of course, sir. Would take a few moments to arrange that for you.

What? Tommy, talk to me.

Tommy: 'He might be changing motors.'

No, he has to get in that car.

You have this one?

Um...

'Yes, we do.

'One model available.'

In red.

Forget it.

Target's on the hook.

Wait here, OK?

Here he comes.

Viking: 'So, er...'

He's talking.

.. I'm ready for you to make the delivery.

Tommy: 'He could be talking to his supplier.'

You'll drop and I'll collect.

Yeah, the same.

The full 25 kilos.

'I'm making the arrangements.'

25 kilos.

That's exactly the kind of amount that could lead us to a bigger face.

Look, if the Viking's as slick and as smart as we think, we could blink and miss those dr*gs.

That's a street value of four million quid we could help seize.

That is what we're here for.

Those dr*gs can take us to the guy at the top.

Man: Russ!

Russ, come over here!

All right, I'm coming, man!

Bastard.

(Stacey screams)

He's getting a coffee.

Selfie?

Come on, smile.

He's coming.

Right, he's getting back in his car.

He carrying the paper?

No.

Damn it. It had to be a handover. We missed it.

He must have been leaving a message.

This is Kim. We've had to give up our five-five. Can you keep ears on him?

Yeah, got you, Kim. I'm listening.

Damn it!

(Tyres screech)

Why are we stopping now?

Just be a minute.

(She moans)

She's a cleaner.

(She whimpers)

Someone tell you about me?

No, she saw it and got greedy.

Once a junkie, always a junkie. Isn't that right, love?

Don't think anyone's going to miss you, honey.

You should count yourself lucky.

This is totally the good stuff.

(Stacey breathes hard)

All the way in?

(She moans)

(She cries out)

(She gags)

(She sobs)

(Phone beeps)

(Text alert)

(Phone beeps)

(Engine revs)

(Tyres screech)

(Cup clinks)

Hey, Val?

Mm?

This kid here.

Is he, um... is he famous, like a soap, or X Factor, or something?

Don't know. You're asking the wrong person.

Ash? You're needed.

(Ventilator whirs)

Woman: Loss of consciousness is due to acute alcoholic poisoning.

There's a history of alcohol, dr*gs.

No.

She wouldn't, not now.

Well, then, whoever did, they left her for dead.

Is she going to...

(Children and parents shout)

On the head! That's it!

Father: That's it, push up a little bit! Push up.

That's really good, girl. Just get home! That's it!

Square it! Send it!

Well in, Kirsto! That's brilliant! Well done, darling!

(Father shouts encouragement)

Ash, no.

That's quality! Keep it going, love! That's brilliant! Well done!

(Whistle blows)

No way, ref! She took the ball!

Ref, are you even watching the same game?

Oi, oi. You need to shut up.

What's your problem?

What?

I said, what's your problem?

Come on, come on, come on.

Shut it! Yeah? You got it?

Shut your mouth!

Dad! Dad!

Just go.

Good right foot on her, that granddaughter of mine.

Got that fullback skinned every time.

But, I mean, girls playing football?

It's bollocks, isn't it?

World's a different place now.

This unit you've joined.

Did you come in here to take the piss?

No.

What I've heard about it, I'm jealous.

But Lorna's not going to put up with it like her mum did.

God knows, she's right not to.

You're going to keep working these type of criminals, you just can't bring it home with you, son.

You want my advice? Whoever he is, go and catch the bastard.

(Low chatter)

Come on.

(Birdsong)

(Birdsong)

Who did you give the newspaper to?

Which one are you?

Kim: So, later on, you want to go out?

Yeah, maybe a movie or something.

Whatever.

We could talk about our feelings.

Stop making fun of me.

I'm not.

Berlin. Girlfriend's leaving.

Looks like she's going to work.

If he's making a score... where are the dr*gs?

All he's done is shop, shag, go to his favourite restaurant.

Gotcha.

(Hums pretty song)

Martin: Tommy, still no sign of the Viking.

Hi. Here you are.

You! What you do for him?

Who?

Forsberg. The Viking.

Ah, Jesus.

Ssh, ssh, ssh, shh, shh. Tell me.

I... I put a bag in his car! That's all!

That's all? What's in that bag can get you in serious trouble, mate.

Now, he passed you a message.

No.

No? You're not listening to me.

OK.

Aah!

He gave you a message in the newspaper.

That's how he does it, when his supplier's dropping it off.

Then when he's coming to collect. No phones.

He drives here and I put it in the car while he's eating.

(Keypad beeps)

He's got the dr*gs. Boot of his car.

If we follow those dr*gs, how high up our crew could they take us?

How much damage could they do out on the street?

Hit him.

Jesus Christ!

Drive!

What are you doing?!

Drive, you stupid bitch. Drive.

dr*gs are gone.

No Viking.

And he's not here. Must have switched the gear to her car.

sh*t.

(She sobs)

Right at the next roundabout, OK?

Yeah.

Ash: 'Tommy, intercept the girlfriend's phone.'

Got it.

Tell them where.

I'm on my way.

Yeah, two minutes.

OK.

(g*n cocks)

Get him close.

What you bring her for, you arrogant bastard?

(He scoffs)

You, move.

(g*n cocks)

Pay me, then I'm so done with this crappy country.

(Tyres screech, mandy screams)

sh*t!

Back!

Back!

Oi!

(g*nshots)

(She screams)

I told you to stay back!

Put the g*n down.

(g*n clicks)

Get in, get in. You move away, or I'll sh**t her.

Get in, bitch! Back!

I'm stepping away.

Come here!

(t*nk clangs)

Hey, you OK?

Yeah, yeah.

Aah!

(They groan)

For reference, if you're going to poison someone and dump them in a bin, don't make it my mate.

(Gasps)

(Respirator whirs)

(Monitor beeps)

(Police chat on radio)

(Siren blares)

I didn't know.

Yeah?

You keep telling yourself that.

Nice little haul.

Message from Commander Stannard. He'll be here shortly.

He's asked that you remain here.

Thank you.

This... Stannard is your boss?

Yeah. Tricky customer.

Can't be as tricky as Cartwright.

Jack Cartwright?

Yeah.

Barren Street. Hm. You should go.

You've waded through enough crap for one day.

I want it made clear. I don't expect to have to wait.

Just get me something I can use.

I need proof that they're withholding evidence of criminal activity.

I'll be in touch soon.

Hey.

Don't wait up.

So what?

You're still going to tell me I need to wait a bit longer for my money?

You know how much I need behind me to make this work.

Squeeze every penny you can out of the gear we've got left.

What else have we got?

This bloke with the pills.

Pills?

Jesus.

Small outlay.

Big return, maybe.

All right.

This thing that went bad.

Anyone see your face?

No.

No?

No.

(Ash grunts)

Yeah, that's close.

(He sniffs)

There's something about him that just...

Gemmill, er... was telling me about her boss, Stannard.

You know him?

I know him.

Yeah.

What's Barren Street?

Nothing that concerns you.

You're positive he didn't see you?

Positive.

Good.

Because if he had, there's every chance he might be coming after you.

You wring everything you can get out of those pills, and you do it quick.

We need to cash in now. We need to stack 'em high, sell 'em cheap.

Last night, you sold a pill to this girl. She's dead, by the way.

If the police are already involved, let them deal with it.

There's a factory churning these things out.

Kids are taking these pills.

Somebody somewhere is trying to put a name to a face.

Sounds a lot like your face.

I need to find him.

Help! Help!

So, you keep looking.

(Banging)

Don't move.

♪ 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! ♪