Protein (2024)

[bunniefuu]

What brings you

down this way, then?

I've been away for a while.

-Working?

-Army.

Good lad.

Welcome home.

Where are you staying?

I dunno yet.

I'll find somewhere.

I've got some sandwiches there,

if you want 'em, like.

Cheese and ham.

Went to the cafe at lunchtime.

Don't tell the missus, mind.

Supposed to be saving.

Having another baby, see.

Didn't plan this one.

Got two already.

Got arseholed at a quiz-night

and wallop!

But there we are.

You enjoying them, then?

Yeah.

You fill your boots.

Oi!

Here we are, with my

little platoon of gayboys!

Oh, look, and here's the biggest

f*cking gayboy of the lot.

Say hello, gayboy!

Come on, smile, gayboy!

Can I help you, love?

How much is it?

It's four quid a day,

ten quid a week.

20 quid for the month.

Bloody hell!

You empty your piggy bank?

Right, go on.

You can owe me the rest.

Two. Three.

- Keep it straight.

- Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven!

Eight! Yes!

Shut up, Kevin, man!

f*ck's sake!

I don't need

both of you, all right?

Switch it, come on.

Switch it!

Lift it.

Too f*cking heavy for you?

You f*cking p*ssy! Lift it!

Come on!

Come on.

f*cking mug!

Hey! Excuse me?

I was just thinking,

if you're that skint, like,

you could do a few hours here.

Just some cleaning and stuff,

if it helps you out.

Yeah, okay.

Good. Well, come down

tomorrow about seven,

I'll get you started.

What's your name?

Sean.

Right.

See you tomorrow, then, Sean.

In you go.

- All right, l-l-ladies.

- Hello.

-Hi, Dwayne!

-Have a nice night, girls.

Just mention my name.

Stop. Stop.

Follow me, boys.

Give me a minute.

Two minutes, lads.

Gentlemen!

Come in, come in. Sit down.

Sit down.

How's business?

You busy?

-Yes. Very.

-Good. Good.

How's Alexis? I never see him.

He's also very busy.

Well, I know that.

We're keeping him busy.

Keeping each other busy.

Let's get to it.

That is for...

you.

Thank you.

Whoa!

Manners!

This is the good stuff.

None of that street sh*t.

Yeah. Eh?

Get that down you. Nice.

One for me.

Why not?

Oh, yeah!

We're good? Yeah?

Great.

Cheers, gents.

See you soon, yeah?

Tell Gavin I need him up here.

Is there a problem?

No.

Well, go on, then.

Off you f*ck.

Oi!

Hey!

You work for me.

Remember?

Who I work with

is no concern of yours,

so if you don't like it,

you can f*ck off.

Yeah?

You think

that's going to end well?

Know your place.

How come I haven't seen you

around here before, then?

- Been away.

- Where you been?

Army.

sh*t. A real man, then.

Not like the pricks around here.

Where to?

Afghanistan.

Then hospital for a bit, then...

working around

the south east of England.

London, Kent, you know.

Were you hurt?

You don't have to answer that.

It's none of my business.

Well, if you ever want

to talk about it...

A problem shared and all that.

But you don't have to,

obviously.

Right, I better get on.

Do you want

to come back tomorrow?

Yeah. Okay.

See you tomorrow, then.

Same time.

I'm going to train triceps

tomorrow.

-Yeah.

-A few dips like you.

-Bench dip's easy.

-Smash it.

-Yes, I know!

-Yeah.

Smash it.

Look at him.

Good form.

He's gonna snap!

Oh, he's fallen, boys!

He's gone, boys!

-Oh, no, what a shame!

-Aww.

-Aw, want me to call your mum?

-Yeah, call your mum!

Go on. Hooray!

Hold that.

Oh, I would

f*cking ruin that arse!

Oh-h*!

What was that?

What was what?

-What did you just say?

-I didn't say anything.

Well, I got rules about sh*t

like that.

Ooh, I'm scared, ooh!

Watch your f*cking mouth.

You can't speak to me

-like that where I work, okay?

-Is that right?

Yeah, it is right.

Shut up man!

Cheeky f*cking...!

What the...?

Mad.

Oh, f*ck. I left my keys inside.

I'll catch you up.

You don't f*cking ever get

to talk to me like that again!

Do you understand?! Yes?!

-I'm sorry!

-Good!

f*cking stupid b*tch!

It's nothing, okay?

Just leave it.

Are you sure

you got the right p-place?

I swear to God, I will sh**t you

in the f*cking nose

if you don't stop moaning!

He'll be here, right?

I thought you said no g*ns,

like, I haven't got a g*n!

I got a g*n,

because I bought a g*n.

You want a g*n,

you go and buy a f*cking g*n.

Have you got a g*n?

No, of course

I haven't got a f*cking g*n.

Nik, have you got a g*n?

You don't know how to use a g*n.

Yes, I do.

Where did you learn

how to use a g*n?

f*cking... paintball!

At least if it goes t*ts, you'll

be able to paint your way out.

It's not going to go t*ts!

Stop going on about it,

f*cking hell!

What type of g*n is it?

Shut up!

f*ck's sake!

See? You've made everybody

all f*cking jumpy now.

Well, go on, then.

Why me?

Why not you?

'Cause the boss

always stays in the f*cking car.

To be fair, that is true.

Go on, Kev, man!

Nothing to worry about,

it's only a courier.

Go on!

Oh, fine! I'll do it.

Shut up. Let him go.

Come on. Go on!

Anybody doing anything later?

No.

Gary?

Gary.

No.

Yes, f*cking good lad!

Well done!

Protein powder, see?

f*cking my idea.

-What are you doing?

-Got to test it, haven't I?

Could be a f*cking tub

of baby powder, for all I know.

Let Tim test it.

He's the chemist.

He's got test tubes and sh*t.

Don't need a f*cking test tube,

I've got my hooter.

What's it like?

It's pure

as the driven snow, man.

- Can I have some?

- f*ck off.

Come on now, wrap it up.

Chill out, man, f*cking hell.

Right, come on. We're keeping

this at yours, by the way.

W-What if my mum finds it?

Don't put it in the f*cking

biscuit tin and she won't!

Stick it under your bed

and forget about it

for a few days, right?

How come I get

all the sh-sh*t jobs, like?

Because there's a pecking order

and you're

at the f*cking bottom!

Can I get a bit of petrol money?

Oh, f*cking drive!

- Drive the car, Kevin!

- Just drive the car.

I don't have much money, boys,

and I'm right down on the red.

Little paintball prick!

f*cking drive it.

It's a high-performance

vehicle, okay?

It's not,

it's a f*cking Yaris. Drive it.

It's turbo! I've had it souped!

- Go.

- Drive it.

Aww!

For f*ck's sake,

you little stalling prick.

f*ck you, Tim.

Who the f*ck are you?

Here it goes! That's right!

Vibing!

Monster vibe.

Come on, Joe Wicks!

f*cking go, pal!

Sorry, Mum!

Here we go.

Sorry this is all last-minute.

So this is the beautiful

and ever charming

Dwayne Roberts.

I think a few of you

know him already.

Local nightclub bouncer,

small-time crook.

Bit of a thug all round,

nasty piece of work.

He was found this morning

in the boot of his own

burnt-out car in Tongwyn Woods.

We've been to his house and,

from the state of the bathroom,

it would appear

that he was k*lled there

before being driven

to the woods.

And from his remains,

it also appears that he was...

um, well, disassembled,

before being put in the car.

It's a bit of an Ikea job...

...if that makes sense.

We're missing his left hand.

That's out there somewhere.

Souvenir, maybe.

But as I said,

there's nothing on the car,

so whoever did this

wasn't messing about.

They knew what they were doing.

No prizes for guessing

who they are.

You know,

he was a nightclub bouncer.

And we know

that there's gangs selling

and distributing drugs

in the area.

Roberts had links

to the Llewellyn family

and in particular Joe Llewellyn.

I mean, it's a name

that comes up

time and time again.

Roberts was working

the door of Sin City,

a club belonging to Llewellyn,

the day before he was k*lled.

So let's look at that.

Yeah? Lean on him,

let him know

that we're there. Okay?

Let's get cracking.

And good luck, everybody,

and stay safe.

Please? No heroics.

You.

All right, I mean that.

Thanks, everyone.

Stanton?

I mentioned

Detective Patch, didn't I?

-Yeah.

-Show her where everything is,

look after her.

Sorry it's all

a bit short notice.

We'll catch up properly

later, all right?

Not as f*cking scary

as he looks!

There you go.

So.

Arning mentioned

a serial k*ller.

Yeah.

You think your boy's

responsible for this?

-That's why I'm here.

-Oh, Christ.

Is that funny?

No.

But I knew Roberts.

There's a lot like him

around here.

There always

come unstuck in the end.

- Is that what this is, then?

- Yeah.

He pissed someone off...

they made an example of him.

-Who's they?

-Oh, take your pick.

I'd imagine either Lotan Broja

of the Helba g*ng,

or Alexis Duka

of the Black Starz.

They're the big g*ns.

It's not their style.

They wouldn't have wasted

the time and effort

on a thug like Roberts.

- Is that so?

- Yeah.

I know how gangs operate.

It's called criminology.

It's a behavioural science.

Mm.

All right. Well...

I'm not a scientist.

I'm a copper.

And I'm telling you,

whoever did this

is f*cking long gone.

Do you want to know anything

about my investigation?

Ah! Arning briefed me.

Briefly.

I'm glad the Met's got money

to burn on wild goose chases.

I'm just telling you

how it is, love.

Simple as that.

Simple as that.

And don't call me "love",

by the way, it's not the '80s.

Okay, love.

You do what you want to do,

but I am going

to investigate this m*rder,

which, statistically...

will go unsolved,

just like all the others.

But, you know, enjoy the scenery

while you're here.

There's some lovely beach walks.

And, well,

if you're into coal mining,

there is a cracking little

museum in Pontypool.

They f*cking butchered him

and burnt the rest!

-Where's the gear?

-It's under my bed.

Well, don't start panicking

or we're f*cked.

I'm getting rid of it.

You're not getting rid

of anything, Kevin.

Keep it at your house, then!

If they went round his house,

who's to say they're not going

to come round mine?

Stop.

Oh, we're all f*cking dead!

Nobody's dead, Kevin.

Well, Dwayne is f*cking dead!

And we've only had it

five minutes,

so, if it's all the same to you,

I want it out

of my f*cking house!

-We don't know that.

-Bit of a f*cking coincidence!

Look just try to act normal

and we'll meet up later, okay?

What, like nothing happened?

Exactly that.

How come you're so calm?

Because what has happened

has happened.

I just need

to think of a plan, don't I?

Well, I got a plan.

Let's dump it!

It was Dwayne's idea

and Dwayne's dead,

so I don't understand why

we're still carrying on with it!

Because

we've inherited the debt.

Morris needs his money.

-Who put you in charge?

-Well, somebody has to be.

Kevin! I need

my f*cking bag emptying!

I'm coming, Mum!

Kevin, don't do anything stupid,

if that's possible,

and I'll call you

tomorrow, okay?

And stay off the phone.

No e-mails

and no messages, okay?

Yes, I know how

my f*cking phone works!

- Katrina Jones?

- Yeah?

I'm Detective Stanton.

I'm investigating the m*rder

of Dwayne Roberts.

You knew him?

In passing.

Thought

he came in here most days.

Yeah.

This is Joe Llewellyn's

place, right?

Yeah.

Roberts worked

for Llewellyn too.

A lot of people work for Joe.

But you know

that Roberts worked

in one of Llewellyn's clubs,

right?

Yeah, I guess.

Good boss? Llewellyn?

Hardly ever see him.

This place runs itself.

No help?

Bit of cleaning, here and there.

I'm Detective Patch, by the way.

What happened to your face?

Playing with my son.

At that age.

Hm. Just you two?

Did Roberts have any enemies

that you're aware of?

Anybody with a grudge?

All right, look,

I take the money and I clean up

after them, all right?

I don't have time for much else.

Did you ever see

Roberts selling drugs?

No.

Did Roberts

ever offer you any drugs?

-No.

-Did Llewellyn ever ask you

to sell drugs from here

and store anything?

- No.

- What about strangers?

New faces?

Anyone hanging around?

-No, no-one.

-There's a possible link

to two similar murders

in London.

All right, like I said,

I come into work

and then I go home

to my boy, all right?

So everything

was normal, yeah?

Yeah.

Got any CCTV?

It's broken.

Oh, funny that. Place like this.

You got a boyfriend?

What's that got to do

with anything?

Did you ever get involved

with any of the guys from here?

I wasn't f*cking him...

if that's what you mean.

What about Llewellyn?

Oh, no,

he wasn't f*cking him either.

-Where's Roberts' locker?

-No idea.

Well, okay, um...

I could go back

and get a warrant,

or you can show me where it is,

which is easier all round.

Saves me closing you down

for the rest of the day.

- Tell me when you're done.

- Mm-hm. Thank you.

Is that how

you get your kicks, is it?

Asking single mums

who they're f*cking?

Oh, if you're offended,

I can always drop you

back at the railway station.

So you can go through

the motions, uninterrupted.

It's basic detective work.

Very f*cking basic.

Am I supposed to give a f*ck

what you think?

Yeah, you are, because

we're both on the same side.

I just happen to think

this m*rder was committed

by the same person responsible

for the two in my file.

So I'd ask you to respect

that line of investigation.

Yeah, I've seen your file.

It's empty.

You've got no witnesses,

no evidence.

The only thing

you have got is a hunch.

And in my book,

that's worth f*ck all.

Right? So, go and talk

to forensics, do their heads in.

Okay? In the meantime,

if she's f*cking someone,

I want to know about it

because it is relevant.

To a case you have

no intention of solving?

Yeah. Yeah, right.

When did you stop caring?

Was there a specific moment?

I don't know why

they sent you down here,

but do yourself a favour,

don't come down here

telling me what I am...

or what I am not.

Because you don't have

a f*cking clue.

Here they are,

Crockett and Tubbs.

Who's your friend, John?

This is Detective Patch.

-You want a drink?

-No.

That's not like you, John.

We're here about Dwayne Roberts.

-That's nice.

-Do you know who k*lled him?

- No.

- Did you k*ll him?

Nope.

They did a proper job.

So I heard.

- Where were you last Tuesday?

- Here.

And what time did you leave?

- About three.

- After that?

-Straight to bed.

-With anybody?

- Yeah.

- Who?

Can't remember her name.

Lovely t*ts, though.

We've got CCTV footage

of you and Roberts

arguing outside the club.

What about?

-I don't know.

-You seemed very upset.

He said something

he shouldn't have.

-What?

-That's between me and him.

Yeah, but he's dead.

Then I guess you'll never know.

Then I guess that makes you

a person of interest!

Ooh!

Is that a hard-on I see, John?

Was Roberts dealing?

They're all up to no good, love.

-Too much time on their hands.

-Don't call me love.

Sensitive little thing,

aren't you?

Who, er, deals

in your clubs these days, Joe?

No, sorry.

I probably should say,

who is it that supplies

the drugs that get dealt

in your clubs these days, Joe?

As you well know, John,

we operate a strict

zero tolerance drug policy,

in accordance with the council

and the local police.

So, if it's drugs related,

it's got nothing to do

with anyone here.

We've also got footage

of two known members

of an Albanian g*ng,

the, er, Black Starz,

entering the club with Roberts?

I don't have eyes

in the back of my head.

They had a bag.

There's a cloakroom for bags.

Bags aren't ill*gal.

I just thought

there might be a link.

You know, two known criminals

entering the club with a bag.

Next thing, you and Roberts

arguing outside,

you see where

I'm going with this?

In 2018, a 15-year-old girl

OD'd in this place.

Her name was Dawn Stringer.

The ecstasy that she had taken

was traced back

to the Black Starz.

That's very sad...

but I'm not responsible

for every little slapper

who walks through that door.

They're kids, kids take drugs.

Sometimes they die.

You know that, John.

I blame the parents.

You have a duty of care.

I'm a businessman,

not a social worker.

You're a c**t, Joe.

Just like your dad.

I'd leave my dad

out of this, John.

He was good to you, remember?

Are we done?

We're done.

Love to the family, John.

f*ck!

Argh! sh*t!

f*ck!

You okay?

Argh. f*ck!

- You all right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm so sorry about the shirt.

Can I give you some money?

It's okay.

Let me give you a lift?

It's fine. I'm not finished yet.

What have you done?

Fell over.

-Pissed?

-Running.

That's why I don't do exercise.

Yeah, it's really

working for you.

You going to let me

speak in this one?

Depends.

-Kevin Evans.

-Yeah?

Can we come in?

Kevin! Is that the pizzas?

No, Mum, it's the... p-police.

What the f*ck

do they want?!

It's... It's not a good time.

We need to ask you some

questions about Dwayne Roberts.

Sit down, if you want.

Er, no, you're all right.

What's wrong with your mum?

She's... She's big.

She's waiting for her operation.

-Likes her food?

-It's how she copes.

With what?

Having a drug dealer for a son?

I'm... I'm not a d-drug dealer.

You're getting

a bit of a sweat on there, Kev.

You have a big night,

last night?

It's a lot to t-take in, innit?

There's nothing

you want to tell us, is there?

No.

There's no point

protecting him, he's dead.

I'd be sh1tting myself

if I were you, Kevin.

-Why?

-Because you're next.

Says who?

Things we're hearing.

People who know.

- You... You're talking sh*t.

- Really?

This is big boy stuff, Kevin.

Roberts crossed

some very dangerous people.

When was the last time

you saw Roberts alive?

The day it happened.

- Where?

- In the gym.

And everything was normal?

He didn't say

he was meeting anybody,

-going anywhere?

-No.

And neither of you

were working that night?

No.

So the two of you weren't

doing anything together?

-No.

-I thought you were best mates?

I've got lots of mates.

- Is that right?

- Yeah.

But Roberts was special,

wasn't he?

What were you doing

the night Roberts was k*lled?

After you saw him in the gym?

I was here.

What,

not with your other mates?

No.

- Witnesses?

- My mum.

-And what did you do?

-Just... watched some telly.

What, in her room?

I was in here

and she was in there.

And what did you watch?

W-Whatever's on on Tuesday.

G-Gogglebox.

I dunno. Does it matter?

- If you're lying.

- Mum!

What?!

Where was I last Tuesday?

f*ck knows!

In the evening, you do!

Oh, yeah, you was here.

-See?

-Cast iron alibi.

Come on. What was Roberts up to?

I don't know.

What about the argument

between him and Llewellyn?

- What argument?

- Outside the club.

We saw you on the CCTV.

You were standing

right next to them.

-Do they argue often, then?

-Don't know.

Two men from a g*ng

known locally as the Black Starz

had just been in the club.

Heard of the Black Starz?

- No.

- What about Lotan Broja

and the Helba g*ng?

You heard of them?

No.

I'm going

to level with you, Kevin.

If you're involved -

and I suspect you are -

you need to tell us,

so we can help keep

all your arms and legs attached.

But if you keep lying to us,

there's not much we can do.

They'll come for you

and they'll do to you

what they did to Roberts.

Show him the photo.

That's what Roberts looked like

after 3 hours at 1,000 degrees.

So let's have another go,

shall we?

Is Llewellyn involved?

Was he working

on something with Roberts?

Quick, Kevin, think,

because the clock is ticking.

Dwayne said he had people

after him for money.

- Who?

- Family courts, credit cards.

Barclaycard don't

normally decapitate people.

Was Roberts going into business

with Llewellyn

or was he trying

something by himself?

- That's all I know.

- What, seriously?

You're going to protect a man

who would

happily watch you burn?

I don't know anything!

Cut the sh*t now, Kevin.

Was Roberts getting paid

- to let dealers in the club?

- I don't know.

-Were you?

-No!

You just stood in the cold,

beating up drunks?

He thought

they were mugging him off!

-Who?

-The Albanians.

And that pissed him off?

It'd piss you off, wouldn't it?

You know what I think, Kevin?

I think that Dwayne

wanted a shot

at being a big-time drug dealer

and they found out.

And morons like Roberts

need other morons.

Morons like you. Mega-morons.

And because you're a mega-moron,

they will track you down

in the blink of a f*cking eye.

And who's going to wipe

your mum's arse then, eh?

Think about that.

- Llewellyn threatened him.

- Why?

- I don't know.

- What did he say?

T-That...

That it wouldn't end well.

Do you think Llewellyn

had anything to do

with the m*rder

of Dwayne Roberts?

- No.

- Why not?

Well, he said things

like that all the time.

It's f*cking Joe, isn't it?

He's a c**t.

Everyone knows he's a c**t.

Kevin!

Pizza's here at f*cking last!

Feeding time at the zoo.

We'll leave you to it.

But you just have a think.

If anything comes back to you...

give us a call.

And remember,

the clock is ticking.

If I was you...

I wouldn't open the door

to strangers.

Where's

the f*cking food, Kevin?!

- It's here, Mum.

- Stuffed crust?

Yeah.

And a cheesy garlic bread?

Yes, Mum!

Well,

f*cking hurry up, then!

Come on, push!

Lift it! Lift it!

What's wrong with you?

Lift it!

It's been good having you here.

It's too much for one person.

Do you miss it? The Army?

Do you ever see any of them?

The guys in your... What is it?

Platoon?

Yeah.

Er, no. Not really.

Have you got anyone

looking after you?

No.

'Cause I was thinking,

maybe you could come over

for some dinner.

I do a mean

fish fingers and chips.

You could bring your laundry,

if you like,

I'll wash it for you.

Okay.

We're either

all gonna f*cking die

or we're all going to prison.

I'd rather go to prison.

Nobody's going anywhere, Kevin.

Now, what did you tell them?

Nothing.

What did they want to know?

Just where I was and what him

and Joe were arguing about.

So what did you say, Kevin?

Just that he was f*cked off.

f*cked off about what?

At the Albanians

making all the money.

-And you told them that?

-Yeah.

You're a f*cking moron.

Well, they already knew!

They're not stupid!

They've got intelligence!

A damn sight more

than you've got.

They played you, Kev,

that's what they do.

Now they're going

to be hanging around.

-Good!

-Good?

Yeah, we might just

make it through this alive

with them in the background!

We've got two keys

of gear to shift!

Well, you can have your g-gear

back, I don't want it.

You're not walking away.

We're one man down, that's all.

We have to knock this stuff out

as quickly as possible.

Well, I just say we sell it

for what we paid for it,

in one lump

and just be done with it.

They k*lled Dwayne...

and we can't let that go.

What the f*ck

are you talking about?

We're going to show them

that we're not scared.

Well, I f*cking am,

I'm f*cking sh1tting myself!

And you are, Gary, aren't you?

What?

You're scared, Gary, aren't you?

Quite scared, yeah.

Well,

it's all been arranged.

Tit for tat.

Alexis for Dwayne.

Alexis, are you f*cking mad?

Who's going to pay for that?

We are, out of the profits.

What p-profits? We haven't

f*cking sold anything!

Well, get on with it, then.

And when they find out it's us?

Then we're going

to k*ll them, too.

And that'll make us top boys.

Top boys?!

There's only four of us!

And Tim works part-time

in f*cking Boots!

We were just meant

to be knocking out some gear.

"Easy money,"

Dwayne said. "Easy peasy."

And that's exactly

what it's going to be.

We're going to take the gear

to Gary's and cut it.

-Think you can manage that?

-Don't you f*cking dare.

Dwayne's dead

because somebody

opened their mouth!

I didn't say a f*cking word!

You've always wanted

to be in charge.

I reckon it was you!

He's always thought he was

better than us, hasn't he?

I reckon he's working with him.

You are making yourself sound

more stupid than normal, Kevin.

-f*ck this.

-Where are you going?

My m-mum needs me in the house.

What, she's run out

of custard creams?

f*ck you!

Kevin! Please.

You need to stop

this paranoia sh*t.

Go to your mum's.

Okay?

And then tomorrow,

bring the gear to Gary's.

We can do this.

Come on.

What time?

Seven.

In the morning of the afternoon?

Seven in the evening.

There isn't a seven

in the afternoon.

Do you need to write it down?

I can remember

f*cking seven, all right?

You better go too, Gaz.

Go and get things ready.

Gaz!

How?

I don't know, clean

the f*cking scales or something,

just get things moving!

Don't do that

looking-down thing, Tim.

- I'm not.

- You are.

And you're thinking something.

They found out, somehow.

Dwayne's got a big mouth.

Kevin doesn't shut the f*ck up.

As long as it wasn't you.

If it was me, Tim,

I wouldn't be negotiating

with a hit man, now, would I?

Now shut up

and tell me you believe me.

I do.

But once we cross that line,

there's no going back again.

We've already

crossed that line, Tim.

We're in charge.

You and me.

All right?

Oh, that's f*cking beautiful.

Brush them properly, please.

Right, back ones, please.

I'm not doing this with you

every night, all right?

Let's have a look.

Good boy.

It's getting late,

so say goodnight to Sean.

-Goodnight, Sean.

-Good night.

All right, come on.

Won't be long.

Right. That's done.

sh*t!

Are you sure

I can't get you a drink?

I'm okay.

Well, he likes you.

I can tell.

When I win the lottery,

I'm going to get him away

from all this sh*t.

He deserves better.

We all do.

Junkies and crack houses

everywhere.

Why don't you have a drink?

You'll feel better.

I don't like it.

You're not like

most blokes, are you?

It's nice seeing you...

away from work, I mean.

Is it nice to see me?

Yeah.

Well, maybe tell your face that!

Now, that's better!

Look at that smile.

Okay.

Well, come on, then.

Tell me about yourself.

Okay.

I'll go first, shall I? Um...

Well, it's really exciting.

It's proper fairy tale stuff.

I, uh, was born here.

I went to school here.

I met a violent drunk

who pissed off

when Ryan was one.

And here I am,

in my luxury

penthouse apartment,

staring up at the stars.

Dreams really do come true.

You don't say much, do you?

It's all that w*r stuff,

isn't it?

Swirling around in there.

You've got to let it go, Sean.

I was going missing for days,

leaving the kids with my mum and

just f*cking disappearing, like.

Waking up in strange places,

covered in piss and all that.

Stealing.

Shoplifting.

Anything for money, really.

But still, I didn't think

I'd done nothing wrong.

I was just having fun, like.

I'd had Jasmine young, see,

and I'd missed out

on a lot of stuff.

So in my head, I was just

making up for lost time,

because they were older.

But really,

I was just a f*cking pisshead

who abandoned my kids

because of booze.

And all the other stuff

was just...

bullshit, to justify to myself.

I mean, there were times

when I thought my f*cking liver

was going to fall out

of my f*cking arsehole.

Literally.

Do you know

what I mean, Jean? Huh?

I could have carried on

pissing it up...

but I didn't.

I asked for help.

And God answered that call

and he brought me here

and I was f*cking saved, like!

And that's why I come here,

to these rooms,

and do these steps.

It's given me

my f*cking life back.

Yeah.

Cheers.

Not as glamorous

as your London meetings, I bet.

There's nothing glamorous

about the meetings I go to.

No? I thought

they were all film stars

and celebrities and stuff.

Not in Mile End, it isn't.

Same bullshit wherever you go.

Just listening

to a load of boring drunks

who've had the most interesting

thing about them taken away.

Why do you go, then?

Because I live

in constant fear of myself.

Is that why you've been

such an arsehole?

No, that's because I've got you

in my face every day,

telling me how to do my job.

Telling you

how I want to do my job,

but you can't handle that.

Do you have

a problem with women?

Not since my divorce.

Is this where you tell me

your little sob story?

Not unless you want me to.

Nah, not really.

So how long have you been going?

Six months.

Oh! All shiny and new.

You?

Been going

for a good few years now.

It does get easier.

Thank f*ck for that.

You married?

Separated.

Is he in the job?

She.

No, she isn't.

Christ, relationships

are complicated enough

with one woman in.

So this divorce of yours.

Nothing to do with you, then?

It was to do

with a lot of things.

Just none of it your fault.

You really

don't like me, do you?

What's your name?

Sarah.

Tell me, Sarah...

have you ever lost everything?

In one go.

Your whole life gone.

When I was a young copper,

there was a wall, in town,

about, I dunno,

four or five feet high,

and the local kids

used to sit on the top

and rob the bricks and...

...and bung them

at passing cars.

Oh, it was a f*cking pain

in my arse.

Not bad kids, like,

just f*ck all else

to do round here.

And, er, Joe's old man,

he owned a pub

not far from here,

and he used to let the kids in,

hang about, all day.

Drinking underage,

smoking spliff.

And we looked the other way.

We let him, because

when they were in there,

they weren't out in the streets,

they weren't in our hair.

Anyway...

Joe's old man retires,

f*ck off to Spain

and Joe took over the pub.

But Joe was ambitious, see.

Greedy.

He was never

going to be satisfied

with selling a bit

of spliff on the side, so...

the drugs got harder...

and the profits got bigger.

Joe bought his first club...

and started arranging

parties for the kids.

That's my daughter.

She went to one of Joe's parties

and she never came home.

I'm sorry.

Ten years later,

the kids are still dying.

He's buying up half the town

off the back of it, and I'm...

I'm left wondering

about the life

my daughter will never have.

You see, I should have

protected her, I should have...

kept her safe, but I didn't.

I let him in.

Gave him room.

I turned a blind eye.

And so I go to meetings,

I drink too much coffee

and I try not to fall apart,

but I'm stuck because...

I still don't know

how to stop him.

But I promised her I wouldn't

give up, and I won't.

And one day he'll f*ck up.

And I'll be waiting.

Hi, it's me.

I was thinking

about you, that's all.

I just wanted

to see how you are.

Fine. Yeah. I'm in Wales,

actually, believe it or not.

Pretty exotic, yeah.

It's in the 90s, most days.

Yeah.

No, it's really not.

No, nothing like that.

Just work. Sadly.

How are you?

I know we did.

Yeah, I know we did,

Kate, I know,

but I'm on my own and it's...

Yeah, I know. But...

Can you not speak over me?

I just wanted to hear you.

But that's what friends do,

isn't it, support one another?

Because I'm really f*cking

struggling and I miss you.

Don't you miss me?

Don't tell me how to feel.

You always do that.

I phoned to apologise.

For everything.

Okay.

I won't care about you.

I won't think about you.

Okay, fine! Just...

You all right?

No.

Come on.

Let's get you home.

I want Lotan dead.

Him and the rest of them!

Every single one of those Helba

f*cking m*therf*ckers!

We let them work alongside us!

We gave them chances!

Never, ever did we

raise a finger to them

when we could have crushed them

like f*cking spiders!

You know what they

did to him? Do you?

f*cking answer me!

No.

- You?

- No.

They cut his f*cking legs off!

They cut his f*cking arms off!

And his f*cking your head off!

Like a pig!

So now...

we k*ll them like pigs.

No g*ns.

No quick and painless.

Slow and painful,

as the blood drains

from their f*cking bodies!

I want them to die in terror

with my brother's name

the last thing they hear.

Lotan!

You hear me?

Cut out his f*cking heart

and send it to his wife!

Nail him to a tree,

then burn him!

I don't care

and I don't care who knows!

You going to be long?

Oi! I'm talking to you.

Are you f*cking deaf?

Have you got a f*cking problem?

Who the f*ck are you?

I'm no-one.

Exactly.

Clean that up.

There's a good boy.

Got your food, mate.

- Didn't order any.

- Well, someone did.

I thought

you might be hungry.

Sat out there all night.

Look, this has

got to stop, John.

I'm just not into

fat, old detectives.

He doesn't look like a man

with much to hide.

Never does.

Right.

Gary!

Gary, I know you're in there!

For f*ck's sake!

Gary?

I know you're in there,

I can hear your phone ringing,

you stupid c**t!

Gary!

You better not be in there

with that sl*t,

I'm warning you!

Open the f*cking door!

Gary!

Answer the door!

Gary!

Who the f*ck are you?!

-I'm a mate of Gary's.

-Where the f*ck is he, then?!

He's in the bathroom.

I'm at Gary's.

He's not here.

I only just spoke to him.

He said he was waiting for you.

Well, I'm stood by his door

like a f*cking twat

and he's not f-f*cking in!

Are the lights on?

-No.

-Have you called him?

Yeah.

Well, maybe he didn't hear you!

I can't ring louder, can I?

Look, try again

and call me back.

Gary?

Gary!

f*ck's sake.

He's f*cking dead!

And there's still someone there!

Are you winding me up?

- Am I f*ck!

- Still got the gear?

- That's all that matters.

- Course I have.

Well, then go straight home,

put it under your bed,

lock the door and wait.

And wait for what,

for them to come ch-chop me up?

Oh, f*ck!

Kevin, listen to me, okay?

Calm down and go home.

This is bullshit!

Just do as I say, Kevin,

okay, and you'll be fine.

f*ck you, you don't know that!

They're coming for us!

And there's f*ck all

we can do about it!

Is anyone there?

I've got a g*n,

I'll f*cking sh**t!

Who are you

talking to, Kevin?

No-one, Mum, go back to sleep.

- Who's got a g*n?

- No-one.

- Better not be you!

- It isn't!

I'm f*cking starving!

Just shut the f*ck up

and go back to sleep, Mum!

Hey, it's not some

f*cking dirty slag, is it?

I'm on my own.

I'll be a good gangster.

Gangsters d-don't stu...

don't stutter, pal.

Gotta l-lose...

Gotta lose that...

f*cking...!

Tim,

open the door, it's me.

What the f*ck's going on?

I'm getting out of here.

-No, you're not.

-I am.

I'm sorry.

We are out of our depth, here.

They're k*lling us, one by one.

How many f*cking times we got

to have this conversation?

This was about a bit of

fast money and then getting out,

not k*lling people!

f*ck Kevin.

Yeah, they'll either

catch him and k*ll him

or he'll get nicked

with the money.

Either way, we are out of it.

Come on, please.

We can be in Malaga...

in two hours.

Just you and me.

No more hiding.

No more pretending.

With what, Tim?

I'll get a job in a f*cking bar

or something.

No.

Well, I'm going, so...

You're not, okay?

Things are different.

We can run things properly.

We can turn this

into a business.

I don't want to be

a f*cking drug dealer, thanks!

And I don't want to be

the f*cking boyfriend of one.

Well, it's too late for that,

now do as you're f*cking told!

Unpack your stuff.

If you want to stay

and play gangsters, yeah,

you can do it on your own.

Unpack your f*cking stuff!

Who the f*ck are you?

If you want to stay, stay,

but I am going to Spain.

Don't disobey me, Tim!

Look, get your hands off me,

right, or I'll go

to the police myself.

I'm frightened, Nik.

I'm not involved! Yeah?

So I'm not getting sliced up

over something

that I haven't done.

You are involved, Tim.

I was just there for you.

You are an accessory!

Fine.

Then I'll turn myself in

as an accessory.

You'd do that?

You'd grass me up, would you?

Ruin everything,

after all I've done for you?

Yeah! Yeah, I would, yeah.

And I'll tell them you're

a f*cking poof and all, yeah?

So, unless you want

all of that, let me go.

- Hello?

- I've got another job for you.

- When?

- As soon as possible.

Hey.

Aren't you going to say hello?

Shall we get a cup of tea?

I better be

getting on with this.

Okay.

I think you better go.

I can't afford

to be mucked around

and I've got Ryan

to think about.

There's a bit extra in there.

You better go.

Excuse me, lads.

Any of you lot

order a meat feast?

- Kevin!

- What?

Find me crisps!

Get them yourself,

you lazy b*tch!

Do what you're f*cking told!

Do what I'm f*cking told!

You're

a proper gangster now, mate.

Go and get it sorted.

Nik!

Tell me where you are,

Kevin, I need the bag.

I'm gonna get this sh*t sorted!

I'm showing what I'm made of!

I'm a proper gangster now!

-Tell me where you are, Kevin.

-You don't care about me.

You just care about the gear!

Dwayne loves me!

I do care about you, okay?

I just don't want you

to get hurt.

I'm going to the launderette.

Do not go

to the launderette, Kevin.

Stay exactly where you are.

Listen to me, Kevin,

I can be there in a few minutes.

Okay? Just tell me

where you are. Kevin!

-Kevin!

-Proper gangster now.

True life.

Yeah.

It's easy,

Easy peasy,

lemon f*cking squeezy, mate.

Lemon squeezy.

He loves me.

I'm a real f*cking gangster now

I've got a g*n,

I've got my own g*n.

This ain't paintball,

it's the real f*cking deal.

Yeah.

I'm good enough.

I'm a grown-up.

And she's dead.

I'm a f*cking gangster now.

I'm in charge.

I'm gonna make my own

f*cking decisions.

I'm the boss.

Look at my f*cking g*n!

He loves me.

Armed police!

Put your weapon down.

He f*cking loves me!

You can't have that.

That doesn't belong to me.

Do yourself a favour.

Walk out of here

while you still can.

You have no idea what this is.

Go and rob an offie.

What the f*ck is that?

It's a hand.

Where'd you find it?

On the end of your mate's arm.

You.

You.

Not them.

Who's them?

This is not my money.

This money

belongs to somebody else.

And if you take it,

you are a dead man.

So I'm giving you a way out.

I don't want a way out.

You can have the money,

okay, you just...

you just can't have

this... money.

This needs

to go to somebody else.

And if you take it,

he will come after you.

Okay?

Give me a few days.

I'll get you more money.

Okay?

As much as you want, I...

I promise.

Kneel down.

Come on.

Just kneel.

Take the money.

Have it.

I've already got it.

What's going on?

I got a message

from Tech, right?

Roberts' phone pinged a mast

near Neybridge on the 13th.

And then last night,

we had a report of an incident

in a derelict shop nearby.

What are you thinking?

Well, it weren't f*cking

Roberts, that's for sure.

I don't know, maybe some junkie

picked up his phone.

Or it could be our boy.

They're running a check

on the shop

and there's a firearms team

on the way.

-You set?

-Yeah.

-Armed police!

-Armed police!

Armed police!

-Clear!

-Clear!

-Someone's been here.

-f*ck!

Open the freezer.

Well, don't just

f*cking stand there,

do what she says!

John?

Yes.

The shop.

It's registered

to Joseph Llewellyn.

We got the f*ck.

What do you want, John?

We've been rooting around

in your freezer, Joe.

What the f*ck are you

talking about?

Joseph Andrew Llewellyn,

I am arresting you

on suspicion of conspiracy

to m*rder Dwayne Roberts.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm

your defence if you fail

to mention, when questioned,

something which

you later rely on in court.

Get some

f*cking trousers on, Joe.

Hey!

I don't even f*cking know...!

Where the f*ck

are you two going?

Hey! f*ck off!

Ryan, come on, breakfast!