MMA Cop (2025)

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Come on, you f*cking c**t.

Get him, get him, get him.

Stop him.

He's over there.

You better tell me

what I want to know.

Right now.

You get me?

Don King Francesco sent us.

He didn't want

to take any risks.

He just wanted to make sure

you were for real.

It's nothing personal, mate.

You've got to believe me.

You're right.

And you better believe this.

Listen.

This is the real deal.

Take it or leave it.

I thought you said this sh*t

was straight from Cartagena.

This sh*t ain't

Colombian pure grade.

Listen.

Don't play with me.

How much you want

for this sh*t, mate?

45 per kilo.

Alright.

What the f*ck is this?

45,000.

My job don't pay me

like that, you get me?

What is your job?

Nah, bruv.

Oh, cazzo.

You wanna f*ck with me?

Right.

Where's your f*cking

steroid boyfriend at?

f*ck you.

The f*ck you say to me?

What the hell did you think

you were doing?

If your prick was the same size

as your f*cking brain,

you'd wank

with a magnifying glass

and a bloody pair of forceps.

You are a brainless twat!

Uh, let me try

and explain to you.

You know, you know policemen.

You've come across

policemen before, haven't you?

Well, you are one, well, just.

But normally,

policemen are the guy

who find the K*llers.

They're not

the f*cking K*llers!

Look, if it weren't

for your dad,

I wouldn't be risking my pension

protecting you.

Now, can I actually trust you

to go out on the street

and the population of Britain

stay the same

from the time you go out

to the time you come back?

Can I?

No, I f*cking can't.

What am I supposed

to do with you?

I could get you transferred

to my old division

in South Wales.

That would be interesting

because mainly,

you would be learning

how to shag sheep down there,

so that'd be fine.

But other than that,

you're not ever going

on the street again.

Do you get that?

Is it crystal clear?

Everything except

for the shagging sheep bit.

That'll come to you.

All right, guv'nor,

I've changed my ways.

Are you happy?

I can't trust you.

I can't have you on the streets.

I can't have you

out there anywhere.

Well, I've got some

witness statements.

Yeah, I've got some

witness statements for you.

It's even

an attractive young lady.

You can't lose.

What do you mean,

witness statements?

I'm your best detective.

I need to be out there

where the action is!

I do the shouting.

You do the yes-sir-ing.

Yes!

Yes, sir.

And another thing.

That jacket has got

more creases on it

than my scrotum.

Get a jacket on.

Look like a proper detective.

Pretend that you're

a civilized human being.

Go!

Oh my God!

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes

Miss Daniels?

Hi.

Hi.

I'm uh, Detective Shabazz.

Uh, I'm here to ask you

a few questions

about the incident

this morning.

I already spoke

to an officer on the scene.

And as I said to him,

I didn't see much.

Sorry, nurse.

Can you give us

a minute, please?

Um, my initial report shows

that the lady who was shot, uh,

Louise Smith,

collapsed on you

and a car sped away.

Did you know the lady?

No. No.

I was coming out

of the coffee shop,

going in the opposite direction.

Did you see anything else?

The car?

Who was inside?

Any markings?

Detective, I'm really sorry.

Everything happened so fast.

She-- she knocked into me.

We fell to the floor.

I don't really remember much,

to be honest.

I'm-- I'm really sorry.

I-- I-- I can't help further.

Are you hurt badly?

No, not badly.

I've hurt my shoulder,

and my jaw, and my hand.

Um, but luckily

I do Brazilian jiu-jitsu,

so I'm used to being roughed up

a little bit.

Well, uh, okay.

I don't have any further

questions, Miss Daniels.

Call me, "Cassie".

Cassie.

Um, we might be in touch

if we have

any further questions.

But in the meantime,

please take care.

Nice suit, by the way.

Hm.

Yeah, yeah.

No. No.

Listen to me.

I don't want n*gg*r babies.

I only deal with purebloods.

Because that's where

I get the best price.

Just make it happen.

So, I heard

you didn't get the girl.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

You should know

of all people

that incompetence has a very,

very high price.

It's Lennox.

I want a new team ready.

Yeah.

The Horsemen.

Make it so.

Well, well, well.

If it isn't Tyson Shabazz,

the new poster boy

for the vice department.

Daniel McGregor.

The guy with the perfect record,

yet doesn't know

how to stop crime.

I'm surprised the new mayor

doesn't give you accommodation.

Well, if I f*cked up as bad

as you, you probably would.

I heard Chief Morrison gave you

a right bollocky today.

Personally, I'd have you sacked.

I don't know what

he sees in you.

'Cause I get results.

I don't talk about it.

I be about it.

What?

Using mixed martial arts

and brute force

to combat criminals?

They should call you, "MMA cop".

Danny, why are we always

clashing heads, man?

Have I done something

wrong to you?

Is this about Laura

in Personnel?

Because if it is,

we ain't done nothing, man.

She just wants

to play basketball

with me and my crew.

Sounds like she's spreading

her legs for the whole team.

Well, too bad you can't

make a jump shot, baby.

Oh yeah, baby!

Oh yeah.

Oh, that's the spot!

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah, oh, in my a*s!

Oh yes!

What the f*ck was that?

Call it evidence.

Right.

Listen, I'm done for the day,

so I'm out of here.

Well, you are, yes.

But not where you thought

you were going.

You didn't get

your witness statement signed

this morning,

so go and get it done.

Guv'nor, come on.

I can do it tomorrow morning.

No, you can't do it

tomorrow morning.

We need it now.

And now means

you go and do it now.

Thanks a lot, guv'nor.

Ah, hi, Detective Shabazz.

What a surprise.

I'm really sorry to disturb you,

but I kind of forgot to take

your signature

on your statement

and my boss has sent me here

to uh, to make sure it's done.

Okay, well, I'm just about

to pop the kettle on.

Did you want to

come in for a coffee?

Um, yeah, sure.

Yeah, sure, come in.

Yeah, so with all

of the restrictions,

I've mainly been working

from home.

I travel where I can.

I was in Moscow,

then Dubai, Geneva.

But I had a little break

in Turkey last month,

which wasn't work.

Did I put enough sugar

for you, Detective?

Oh, it's perfect.

And call me, "Tyson", please.

But what I don't get is,

what exactly do you do

for a job?

Oh, so I'm a journalist.

I used to work

for a big corporation,

but I'm a freelance now.

Aha.

What?

It's just that it's been,

get the police

and the media recently.

Detest them, defame them,

defund them even.

Did I say that?

You people all say that.

My people?

Honey, I started out

covering sports

and foreign affairs.

Maybe you people

should take a closer look

at how you conduct yourselves.

The police are supposed

to protect and serve.

Well, the media are supposed

to provide people

with the truth.

I guess some stereotypes

just don't hold up to scrutiny.

You want stereotype?

The bribery and corruption

in the UK eclipse

any third world country.

Eclipse, yeah?

Like a full moon over Miami.

Well, that doesn't surprise me.

I come easy.

All you need to do is

bake me a cake

and I'm all yours.

Well, I hope a cup of tea

is enough for now.

Yeah, you're right.

I've bothered you

too much today.

Don't be silly.

I never have any company.

My girlfriends are always busy.

I just kind of keep

myself to myself.

Um, have you got a pen?

Yeah, sure.

One moment.

I'll go and grab one.

Okay.

Oh, it started getting dark

so early.

Who were they?

I don't know.

But we've got

to get out of here.

You listen to me.

I don't tolerate incompetence.

Huh.

Yeah?

Where?

Alright.

I'll send a team.

Yo, what the f*ck

are they doing?

Get down!

What do you mean she got away?

You were on my f*cking payroll!

Do you know what that means?

That's right.

Sort it out for your own sake!

Sort it out and don't think

of showing your f*cking face

here again

until you've done it.

Oi.

Listen,

cut the f*cking bullshit.

Why does somebody

want to k*ll you?

I don't know.

You know as much as I do.

That's the wrong

f*cking answer.

Try again.

You think it's something

that I'm reporting on,

don't you?

It's the only thing

that makes sense.

Why don't you tell me about it?

I was merely researching

for an article

that hasn't even

been published yet.

Go on.

The UK drug trade.

Financiers,

where the money's coming from,

where the money's going to.

I had a source,

but he was k*lled

about three months ago.

ex*cuted live on film.

What, and you didn't think

it was important

to tell me all this?

Oi, I'm talking to you.

Like I said, the article

wasn't even published yet.

Or maybe digging around

was enough to paint

a target on your back.

I dug deeper.

This is starting to sound

a hell of a lot more

than just sports

and foreign affairs.

Have you ever heard

about babies getting sold?

What, for sex trafficking?

Worse.

Okay, this is a list

of known dealers

I was gathering information on.

Some of them

have been found dead

in the last three weeks.

Let me have a look.

Listen, we do this my way.

I trust you.

Yeah, connect me

to the UK national grid.

This is the first person

on our list.

Alright, you stay in the car.

You'll be alright here.

How the f*ck did

you get in my house?

I let myself in here.

Get the f*ck out of my house.

Gladly.

But not until you answer

some f*cking questions.

Go and get your salad tossed,

pretty boy.

How you doing, Mrs. James?

What the f*ck do you care?

'Cause I don't like injustice.

I don't like when

that sh*t happens.

Your lot ex*cuted my husband.

You know why.

Because the police love

to k*ll people of colour,

harass innocent people,

and enforce the law

of elite parasites.

Leroy controlled 50%

of the f*cking drugs

in the South West of England.

So he wasn't running for Pope.

But I don't like the way

he was k*lled.

I know there's a lot

to be answered for.

What do you want?

The type of merchandise

that provides

a hundred times more profit

than cocaine.

When Leroy died,

so did his empire.

I don't run things

the way you might think I do.

So you're telling me you gave up

the lavish lifestyle?

Lavish?

Look at where I'm living,

pretty boy.

All of our assets were seized.

The only thing I have left

is my vibrator.

This is a list of names

I need information on.

Do you recognize any of them?

Why should I help you, pig?

These two.

And this.

Who are they?

A few months after Leroy died,

these guys offered me a deal.

And said it would be

worth my while.

Do I look like Mystic Meg?

What f*cking deal?

Skin.

Young girls.

Boys.

Babies.

That I could traffic through

the same channels

that Leroy used to bring

the drugs through.

And you didn't go for it?

Look, I've told you enough.

Where can I find

these sons of b*tches?

Not the Yellow Pages, habibi.

Albanian social club

on Elmhurst Avenue.

And they are not the kind

of people you want to f*ck with.

I'm somebody

you don't want to f*ck with.

Too bad you're a cop, habibi.

I've got some lady friends

that would really like you?

No thanks.

Close the door on your way out.

God damn pretty boy.

So after a long paper trail,

I came to a dead end.

All I could put together

is this person or organisation

wiping out these other

drug barons and sex traffickers.

Specialising in selling children

to the elite.

The elite?

Yeah, you know, celebrities,

royalty, the upper echelon

of society.

Or anyone that can match

the asking price.

Well, whoever this person is

or people.

It's the same m*therf*ckers

that are trying to get you out

of the picture

and protect this organisation.

That's right.

Three months and younger.

Unvaccinated.

I don't care if they r*pe

or eat it,

so long as they buy it.

2.5 million, sterling.

Because that's the price.

Yes, it is.

That's a fair price.

2.5 million.

No, no, no.

You're not listening

to me, are you?

You see, this is why I deal

with a very specific clientele.

If you want cheap,

go to Africa.

Alright.

Alright, now fair enough.

I'll do you a deal.

If you can't afford the price

of live skin,

why don't you buy

into my latest film?

Should be right up your alley.

Snuff.

You know, we've got a couple

of young wh*res in it.

Rejects.

Yeah, I thought

you'd like that.

Alright.

I've set up the deal.

Take this.

Why?

I don't know

how to sh**t a g*n.

Never used a camera?

Same principle.

Point and sh**t.

But this place

looks like trouble.

You're gonna need

this weapon.

Baby girl, I am a weapon.

So how much do you want

for this sh*t, mate?

-You're kidding me.

-Calm down, man.

This is not clean.

You think I come from Jamaica

to play for nothing?

-Nah, mate.

-You're a fool.

-This is not what it is.

-Hear this man out now.

You can charge 50

for clean sh*t, not for this.

Calm down, man.

Calm down.

Yeah, no, no. No, f*ck this,

f*ck that.

You know what?

Give me some nice

cute little black skin.

How about that?

I need two of them.

You can-- you can get that man,

but you have to take this one.

It is enough for one.

Nah.

I'll give you 40

for that, plus two girls.

The best ones.

The cutest ones.

20 grand a night

for them girls there.

One of the best black f*cking--

20 grand a night

for them girls there, you know.

I feel like I'll just

take my machete

and give you some slop.

More than what slop your mama

have to give you, you know.

You call that a knife?

This is a bombo-rass-clat

knife, boy.

Boss.

One white boy and two brothers.

Listen, Yardie.

You don't come into my club

and threaten me.

What's the matter with you?

The man's not close

to business with you.

Check balance.

You take a man for four,

we k*ll a man for less,

you know.

Oi!

I want to know who's running

the sex trafficking circuit

in this area.

f*ck that.

I know it's not you.

You don't look smart enough

to run a f*cking bath,

you get me?

Okay.

If it's one white boy

and two brothers,

then show me what you can do.

I'll give you 60K

for his badge.

f*cking c**t.

Let's go.

Rass-clat. f*cking up, man.

Do it, boy, man.

In my country,

we k*ll cops for fun.

I'm not f*cking sure

two brothers will do, mate.

Go f*cking sort it out.

Don't worry, man.

I'm gonna f*ck him up tonight.

This is a f*cking

wild goose chase.

We're getting nowhere.

You okay, Cassie?

Hello, sweet cheeks.

You're gonna be the star

of my new film, huh?

I know that sound.

I want to introduce you

to a friend of mine.

Miss Tracy Lynn.

Action.

That's it.

Strip the b*tch.

Oh, sweet cheeks.

I finally got you on my cross.

Do you have any idea

how long I've been watching you?

I begged and begged

to get you in here.

And finally,

my dreams have come true.

I could ruin this p*ssy.

You feel how sharp my knife is?

That pretty p*ssy.

Very nice.

Alright, alright.

Enough of that.

We're making snuff, not porn.

f*cking wh*re.

It's the little sluts like you,

sweet cheeks.

They don't deserve clothes.

Alright,

make this b*tch scream.

Go on.

Be rough.

Hey, sweet cheeks.

It's time to die.

You only die once.

What do you want from me?

- Come on, louder.

- Louder!

I want to hear her scream.

They want to see pain,

so do I!

You f*cking arsehole.

Help! Help me! Help!

I f*cking hate you!

Tighter, tighter.

Shh.

Perfect.

So, did you get

a good night's sleep?

Never better, thanks.

Right.

Who's next on the list?

Uh, Sid Saville.

He's an accountant.

My rate is 15%.

15%, you c**t.

If you don't like it, go to that

Jewish b*stard Goldstein.

f*ck off.

Right, you b*tch.

You think you've f*cking

mugged me off, don't you, c**t?

You cost me 5 f*cking grand,

that last fight.

And I'm gonna get it back

one way or another.

I'm sorry, Mr. Saville.

I'll make up for it

when I win my next fight.

Right, you f*cking b*tch.

You're gonna pay

for it right now.

How dare you,

you dirty b*stard.

Oh, you f*cking b*tch.

So, there's your b*tch.

Oi, the f*ck is going on here?

Who the f*ck are you?

I'm the f*cking Milkman, mate.

f*ck off.

Listen, you f*cking c**t.

You've got some information

for me and I want it right now.

f*ck off, c**t.

I know f*ck all.

Mate, you don't want

to talk to me like that.

I will knock you the f*ck out.

You're gonna knock me out?

I'll tell you what.

You knock my boy out.

You see if you can

f*cking sort him out.

Hi, my name's Tyson.

See?

T for Tyson.

What's your name?

His name is Tiny.

What?

What's tiny about him?

Oh.

That's not very nice.

You must be a very angry man.

Clean up on aisle one.

Right, you c**t.

What's under there?

f*cking bag of crumpets.

f*ck off.

You listen to me,

you f*cking c**t.

I've been talking

to every sex trafficker,

every f*cking dirty pedo,

and all they seem to have

in common is you.

You f*cking money

laundering c**t.

f*ck off, c**t.

You better f*cking tell me

what I want to know right--

f*ck off.

I should arrest you right now.

f*cking arrest me,

then I'll be out tomorrow, c**t.

Let me show you what they do

to pretty boys like you

in prison, yeah?

f*ck off.

Listen, c**t.

I'm not f*cking playing.

sh*t.

Hey, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm alright now.

-Thank you.

-Good.

Really appreciate that.

I guess he got

what he deserved, huh?

Yeah, definitely.

You're so cute.

Look, take my number.

There you go.

Thanks.

Come on, let's go.

So how did it go then?

Um, yeah, well,

he was being a bit a**l,

but it was a dead conversation.

- He's going up north, is he?

- To meet the governor?

Okay.

Here's what we're gonna do.

He's gonna meet you instead,

and when he does,

the Horsemen are gonna

be waiting.

Is that clear?

Good.

Now listen to me very carefully,

you f*cking little c**t.

I have had it with you.

I am tracking your every move.

Do you understand?

Good.

And I want you to remember,

the only reason

you are still alive

is because I'm a businessman,

and I believe a dirty cop

is more use than a dead one.

For now.

You know, we've spoken to

about half the people

on your f*cking list

and so far we've come up

with jack sh*t.

To be fair,

you k*lled the last guy.

A f*cking child molester.

Is that how you justify things?

So why are we here again?

Well, my guv'nor said

he's gonna meet us here.

Something doesn't feel right.

We're like sitting ducks

up here.

Listen, this is what

I want you to do.

Mr. Lennox, do you think

this is a game?

You've got the journalist

giving you more problems

than a promiscuous wife.

Now she's running

around with a renegade cop.

Take care of it.

What the f*ck

are you doing here?

Well, I'm here to meet you.

I'm here to meet the guv'nor.

Well, the guv'nor sent me.

You ain't getting the girl.

Well, we need to take her back

to the station for questioning.

I deal with the guv'nor

or I deal with no one.

Tyson, I haven't got time

to play games.

Where's the girl?

Oho!

Danny boy, I always knew

you were a crooked cop.

I'ma give you five seconds.

You should know, Danny boy,

I'm always one step

ahead of you.

Lennox is gonna k*ll you.

Who the f*ck is Lennox?

Tyson!

Come on.

You okay?

Yeah.

Stay here.

Let's go.

Right, bring him out.

To your knees.

Now crawl.

That's it, doggy.

Yes, mistress.

Do you want

a slow painful death?

Right, time to play.

Get up!

Look at you,

you pathetic little horse.

I've had enough of you.

Please master, please.

Please, I want to live.

Please.

What did you go

and do that for?

Son of a b*tch touched me.

Who knows what the f*ck

he stained my boots with.

You knew I wanted to do that.

Make it slow.

Oh, cameras.

Why can't they make 'em

as simple as firearms?

So Terry, how do you

want my study to go?

Keep it going.

Up the intensity.

f*cking c**t.

Excellent.

Okay, this is the last guy,

Colonel O'Malley.

I don't know what a guy

like this is doing on your list,

but let's see what

he has to say.

Look, I know you've been

watching out for me

over the last 48 hours

and I just wanted

to say thank you.

So, I'm waiting.

I don't know what

you're waiting for.

For you to tell me

why the poor girl outside

sitting in my car

has had multiple attempts

on her life in the last 48 hours

after you reached out to her,

'cause you were gonna

blow the whistle.

Look, one of my daughters

was m*rder*d last month.

I have another hiding up north.

We can protect her.

You can't protect her.

You couldn't even protect

that journalist girl.

She's as good as dead.

Colonel, who are you afraid of?

Who k*lled your daughter?

Who's Lennox?

Major Terry Lennox.

He was just 19

when he joined my unit.

Special Forces.

Pride of Britain.

Expert marksman.

Hand-to-hand combat.

I trained him until he became

my second in command.

The kid was the perfect soldier,

but he became more

than a soldier.

He wanted to become the man.

Through our tours, Angola,

Ukraine, Iraq, Afghanistan,

he used his video camera

to film the gore,

the blood, the carnage.

Like he was making

a documentary.

Keep talking.

A few years after I retired,

he contacted me.

He was making millions,

making snuff films.

Said he could cut me in

a bigger business proposition.

If he could use

my list of connections,

he could cut me in

for his new product

for the most elite clients.

What product?

Children.

Mostly babies.

The younger, the better.

The whiter, the better.

You son of a b*tch.

If that f*cking b*stard

is making millions

being a f*cking psycho,

why the hell are you involved?

The last 10 years,

I've been the security advisor

to one of the biggest banks

in the country.

I'm the go-to guy

between Lennox

and the guy who pulls

all the strings.

Goldstein,

he's the shrewdest guy

you'll ever meet.

This is just not one bloke

doing business.

This is the establishment.

f*ck that.

I'm gonna annihilate them all.

You get me?

You can't.

This is too big.

You're dealing with

three merchants of death.

Listen,

I want all the f*cking info

right now.

No. No, no.

All your contacts.

All your details.

Everything.

We can't. We can't, no.

No, no.

Everyone you know.

No, we can't!

We can't!

I want--

We can't f*cking do it!

Watch out for those people!

Are you aiming for those people?

Well, maybe that traffic warden.

Oh my gosh!

f*cking women drivers.

sh*t.

Oh my gosh!

Cassie, grab the wheel.

What, are you crazy?

Are you okay?

I think I'm gonna be sick.

You're okay.

Damn you, McGregor.

Did you k*ll him?

Yeah.

He's dead.

I can't believe after all

of this time,

we're still joined at the hip.

Well, must be my charm

and my good looks.

Well, it's definitely

not your driving.

Yes, Mr. Shafqat.

You'll see a tall blonde.

I want you to give

the cash to her.

Because cash is still king.

I don't want the tax man

come knocking.

So you give her the case

and then you pick up

the merchandise

in the agreed location.

And any tricks,

you're gonna have

to answer to Tracy Lynn.

Hm.

Right.

Couch is there.

Bedroom's there.

Bathroom's there.

Get yourself cleaned up

and get some rest.

Whose place is this anyway?

A friend of mine.

She's an air hostess.

And she's probably out

of town at the moment.

In fact, I think she's in Dubai.

A friend, eh?

Yeah.

And she's a very good friend.

So I don't think she'll mind

if you actually borrow

some of her clothes.

Oh, awesome.

Alright.

Lord knows I need

to get out of this sh*t.

I'm sweating like a nun's c**t.

Ah!

Oh gosh.

You better sort that.

Yeah, it's an incredibly

tough line of work.

But you know what?

I've been blessed

to be offered jobs all over.

But the one I might go for

is the one in New York.

New York?

Yeah, it would be amazing.

An apartment

overlooking Manhattan,

the coffee, the pizza.

Nothing beats

being freelance, though.

Being your own boss, you know?

Getting to focus

on the real news.

Did you know

that 10 million kids were sold

on the black market

alone last year?

You're really passionate

about this, aren't you?

Well, it definitely looks worse

than it is.

Are you kidding me?

I feel like a casualty of w*r.

Honey, please.

I've had worse cuts

shaving my legs.

Come here.

Listen, you little c*cksucker.

I'm the most respected

in my field,

because I pick winners,

not losers.

And right now,

you are losing, pal.

Do the right thing.

Son of a b*tch.

Can I ask you a question?

Yeah, of course.

So why do you always

get so nervous around me?

I don't get nervous, Cassie.

So what is it?

I just want to keep

things professional.

I don't even know

how I got into this sh*t.

Have you heard of the story

of the samurai in the garden?

No.

So, legend had it that there was

a great warrior fighting off

an army to protect

his garden of paradise.

He was being attacked

from all sides.

The only thing that the warrior

had was his courage, spirit,

and very large sword.

After all the fighting,

he was bruised and bloodied.

And the garden was destroyed,

except for his favourite plant.

But he was the only one

left standing.

The townspeople swore

that he overcame adversity,

because he had magic powers.

The warrior said he had

no magic at all.

That it was his love

for his paradise rose.

That's a cool story.

So, when you gonna get me

a real man to dominate?

What do you mean?

A real man to dominate.

I'm sick of these pathetic subs.

Don't start this again,

we've been through it

all before.

Still doesn't change the fact.

That doesn't matter.

Real men, as you put it,

are off limits.

Simple as that.

Why?

Because men are superior.

Those q*eers you dominate

are subhuman.

They don't count.

It's man, woman, sub.

That's the order.

Exactly.

The clients would love to see me

crushing a real man.

And what clients would they be?

Militant?

Feminist wh*res?

Their money's as good

as anybody else's.

Their money is not needed.

They are not needed.

Real men don't get dominated

by sluts like you.

Real men control you.

I control you.

You are my b*tch.

Don't forget it. Ever.

Yeah, right.

What'd you say?

I--

From now on,

you'll speak when spoken to.

On your knees.

Lennox must have tracked us

through McGregor's phone.

sh*t.

Once we're done with Goldstein,

I need to take the sh*t

off your phone.

If they can track us

through his,

they can track us through yours.

Well, well, well.

If it isn't the legend.

Detective Tyson Shabazz.

And Miss Cassie Daniels.

Tyson Shabazz.

1,600 in a current account.

4,000 in savings.

You owe two months outstanding

on your bank credit card.

Miss Cassie Daniels.

Hmm.

$5,000 in a current account.

A smattering of investments.

Mostly low-growth losers.

With a high-interest mortgage,

that will take you at least

15 years to pay off.

Money is a commodity

just like oil and water.

The city of London,

the global financial centre,

is the best brand

there is in the world.

The US might have the strongest

military arm in the world,

but we have

the ultimate financial hand.

When we sneeze,

we dictate who gets the virus.

Are you going

somewhere with this?

Or do you just

love chatting sh*t?

Not so long ago,

our bank loaned

a large sum of money

to our international clients.

In Eastern Europe

or the Balkans, for instance,

they certainly won't be paying

that back

by selling counterfeit

sportswear or baklava.

That's why we must protect

and nurture

our clients' major cash crop.

Especially those

of the young female variety.

Are you sure

you wouldn't like a drink?

Actually, mate, I want answers.

I want to know

why a top London bank

is loaning out money

to known sex traffickers.

I want to know why snuff movies

and paedophilia are suddenly

small print on

a f*cking account statement.

Look, all you need to know

is that you, my son,

have walked into something

way over your head.

This young woman has

caused you a lot of trouble.

Look, you're a handsome fellow.

Why don't you kick this lady

to the curb and find yourself

another b*tch to play with?

You know what we're here for?

I want Lennox's files.

All of them.

Or I'll turn that nice

white wall over there

into a fancy

Expressionist painting.

You get me?

What?

Oh my gosh!

Any news outlet would

die to have this material.

It's like a who's who

of Great Britain.

That, my dear, is exactly

why nobody will publish it.

What you have there

is a map of power.

Real power.

You see this sh*t?

You're under arrest.

I thought you were

a f*cking legend.

No, he's just history.

History is not made

by the truth.

It's made by what people believe

is the truth.

And their beliefs come

from the information available.

The truth is for historians

a hundred years from now.

And by then, who knows what

really happened or even cares.

Tyson!

Yeah, do you think you're

smart k*lling Goldstein?

There will be another black book

with the same names in it

and I'll find it.

Little boys like you do not seem

to see the big picture.

In my days we had ideals,

like world revolution.

Now b*stards like you

just know greed,

you son of a b*tch.

Good job with the girl, Royce.

But tell me, did you definitely

k*ll that f*cking cop Shabazz?

Yes, boss.

Perfect.

Now here's what we're gonna do.

My flight comes in at 0300.

Until then,

watch the perimeter.

Who knows who's gonna show up?

What about the girl?

Don't worry about her,

she's dog meat.

Well, can I have her?

Yeah, sure, go for it.

But you know what?

Take it easy.

You're too violent.

When you're with a woman,

you gotta woo her,

you know what I mean?

You take her out

for a nice candlelit dinner,

romantic.

Then you stick

a f*cking razor blade

up her c**t.

Yo, Central, please tell me

you've got a location

on that phone.

I tracked the cell number.

It's a Rains Avenue,

it's just outside Doncaster.

It's a warehouse

on private land.

The phone is still on

and hasn't moved in a while.

Just stay on the A1

and you'll be there

within the hour.

Okay, good looking out.

Well, well, well.

Miss Daniels.

All tied up, I see.

What do we actually have here?

Hm? Have a look.

Oh, what's that?

You've taken one

of my men's toys.

It's not very nice, is it?

Hm?

Now, you may be wondering

why I've kept you alive,

k*lled your boyfriend.

But I believe in being thorough.

So I'm gonna make you

a little deal.

You tell me who else

you've informed

of my operations

and I promise, Miss Lynn here,

she'll k*ll you nice and quick.

We're in for a long night then,

aren't we?

Oh, I think so.

Have you got the f*cking ba*ls

to fight with me?

You've got the ba*ls,

but you haven't got the heart.

Tyson!

Tyson!

Tyson!

Are you okay?

Never better.

Are you crazy?

Why have you come for me?

Paradise rose.

Detective Shabazz.

Welcome to my fortress.

Tell me, what do you think

of the place?

To be honest mate,

I'm a bit disappointed.

Where's the f*cking

tea and biscuits?

What's the matter, big boy?

I thought you were supposed

to be tough.

Anytime, Lennox, just take

off the f*cking handcuffs.

I'll take you on in my sleep,

underwater,

and with the lights turned off.

Bravo.

There still are heroes

in the world.

Well, we've got

your little black book

from your late boyfriend,

Goldstein.

That's right.

What's your f*cking game,

Lennox?

It's a f*cking circus,

when 150 of the world's

most powerful people can meet

in secret

in the Netherlands

and no one gives a f*ck.

They decide the fate of billions

of people, yet lo and behold

as soon as a footballer

has a sex scandal,

it's on the front page.

Well, a man in my position

can make an awful lot

of money from that.

That's what I came to realise

when I was in Afghan,

in the Ukraine,

spilling my blood,

my men's blood.

I thought to myself,

"Why defend

an ignoble population?"

Then I came

to realise something.

They are there for one reason.

One reason only.

Expediency.

Well, you f*cked up

my humble headquarters,

so I'm gonna have to be moving.

Rest assured, I'm gonna be

sipping c*ck

in my island paradise

before they've even found

your bodies.

Not before I've made

one more masterpiece.

What fine specimens I have.

Well, well, well, lookie,

lookie what we've got here.

Tyson!

No! Tyson!

No.

What's your Tyson going to do?

No.

You going to stop me, are you?

Don't f*cking touch her.

I don't think so.

Tyson!

What you gonna do

about it, big boy?

Huh?

Well, you want some too, do you?

I've got the perfect thing

for you.

Action.

Get your hands off of him,

you b*tch.

Can you handle this p*ssy?

b*tch, I'll make

that p*ssy bleed.

I'd like to see you try.

Don't lose it.

Don't lose it.

Oh, oh, oh f*ck.

Oh yes.

Oh f*ck.

Oh yeah.

Oh, don't lose it.

Don't lose it.

You b*stard.

I told you I'd make

that p*ssy bleed, b*tch.

You okay?

Yeah.

Tyson!

What do you know?

You're a natural.

Tyson, where are you going?

Don't worry, there's one more

and he's all mine.

Wait a minute.

Shabazz, take this briefcase.

There's 3.4 million in there.

Take it and disappear.

You have no idea

what you've got yourself into.

You were never here.

Go on then.

Do it.

Do it, you c**t.

sh**t me!

I've got a better idea.

Guard.

One moment please.

Detective Shabazz.

Nice suit.

You know what they say

to walks like you in suits?

What's that?

Will the defendant

please rise?

You've got jokes.

I'm glad.

Well, you're gonna have plenty

of time to share those jokes

with your g*y boyfriends.

I'm sure you know

all about that.

Like I said, you've got jokes.

You know I couldn't come here

without saying goodbye.

It's a nice housewarming.

You're gonna have

a nice, long, hard stay.

And my friend Tiny here

is gonna make sure

that tight little hole of yours

is widened.

Go to hell Shabazz.

You first, m*therf*cker.

Come here, pretty boy.

Shabazz!

Seriously.

Yeah. Give me everything

on Tyson Shabazz.

Right.

So, what was so important

that you couldn't tell me

over the phone?

I'm taking the job in New York.

I've got to write what I know.

Are you sure

you want to do this?

Will you come and visit me?

Take care, Cassie.

Tyson!