[Inspirational music plays]
[Retro electronic music plays]
[Intriguing music plays]
WOMAN: London's criminal
underworld is controlled
by two of the worst gangsters
you could ever hope to avoid.
Mrs Vine may look like
the prim and proper sort,
but she rules her empire
with an iron fist.
Wake the boys up.
I'm all over it, ma'am.
And Frasier Mahoney,
well, he looks like what he is.
A right horrible b*stard.
Mate, you say something
like that in my earshot
and I'll cut your f*cking tongue
out and shove it up your arse.
WOMAN: To make matters worse,
there's a new lot causing havoc.
The Mushka street g*ng
are growing in numbers
and they don't f*ck around.
Even the law won't go near
the Mushka estate
without serious backup.
- Please don't k*ll me.
- f*cking die, pig!
WOMAN: The police tried to
enforce the first curfew in the
history of London,
but that didn't
go down too well.
[People shout]
Tensions have
reached boiling point
and East London's criminal
underworld is on the brink of an
all-out w*r.
And I'm about to find myself
right in the middle of it.
[Playful action music plays]
Edward, all I need
you to do is what?
Stay put, watch the
car, keep it running.
You can trust me,
all right? I promise.
No, I know.
- Three...
- Two...
[Watches beep in synch]
[Bell buzzes]
[On intercom]: This
is Vine's Jewels.
[In Russian]
Do you speak English?
f*cking jackpot!
Ooh!
[In Russian]
MAN: Expecting somebody?
Must be this Russian lady
that's got an appointment
to buy a ring.
It's half an hour early, though.
She on her own?
Yeah.
[Bell buzzes]
Buzz her in.
WOMAN
[On intercom]:You can come in.
[He grunts]
[Bell buzzes]
Open... the... door.
- [Bell buzzes]
- [In Russian]
[Bell buzzes]
- For crying out loud!
- Can't she just push the door?
- Ready?
- Go.
[Under his breath]:
Pow, pow, pow!
f*ck.
f*cking hell! Look
at the size of this bad boy.
Ba, ba! f*ck. sh*t. f*ck.
RECEPTIONIST: Just speak English
because I ain't got a clue.
[In Russian]
[She yelps]
Drop the f*cking g*n.
- Two seconds.
- What?
Huh?
- Everybody down on the floor!
- I need backup... now!
- You can't park here, mate. -
Just give me a second, mate,
yeah?
Get up, over there.
Get in the corner. Get on
your knees. Go. Look around.
You can't know who owns this
place. You wouldn't be here.
You're insane!
Move it or I'll have it clamped.
I said just give me
a f*cking minute!
You all right, mate?
[Playful action music continues]
Open it.
Charges set.
[Safe beeps]
Keep your heads down
and nobody gets hurt.
Face the wall.
[Safe beeps]
Sorry, sweetheart. [She grunts]
[She grunts]
Naughty, naughty.
MAN: Wildcat!
[She grunts]
- You good? - 100 grand and a
big bag of diamonds.
Thank you very much, Mrs Vine.
No one turn around or
they f*cking get it.
[Explosions, alarm rings]
f*cking finally!
[American accent]: All those
diamonds, it's gonna work.
Roman, it has got
to f*cking work.
[Action music plays]
[Music fades]
[They moan]
[She sighs contentedly]
[He chuckles]
Oh my God, that is a talent.
You can just reload like that.
One after the other. It's
amazing.
- Why, you want to go again?
- Can you go again?
Can I ask you something?
Have you been thinking
about it at all?
[He scoffs]
You want to talk about
changing our lives now?
I bet you want a family.
- We are a family.
- I know we're a family, just...
If we are on two totally
separate paths, I do... I do
need to know.
And how do you think your
brother's gonna handle an
addition to the family?
Imagine how he'd be
if we had a child.
Oh, don't make this about him.
You know, I've got...
A brother with a paranoid
personality, whatever they're
calling it this week.
And I'm his big sister.
So I am responsible for him.
If I'd been braver, or...
Helped him earlier,
then maybe he wouldn't be so...
- How he f*cking is!
- Listen to me.
How many times do I have to tell
you, this is not your fault.
You gotta find a way to... let
yourself off this f*cking hook.
Roman, I've never lied to you
about who I am or what I want.
It is now or never.
Because I'm running out of road.
I don't know if I can
bring a kid into this world.
The job that we do is dangerous
as sh*t. What if I'm not around?
What if I can't be
there to be a dad?
Well then we'll
quit, we'll get out.
Ada, our work is who we are.
Ah, f*ck that.
No, it's not. It's what we do.
Does that mean that
every time you're here with me,
that your mind's
just somewhere else?
I love being with you.
It's beautiful. It's quiet.
We have fun, me and you.
So why can't we just
have more fun? More quiet?
Eventually, Ada, that quiet
is going to become so deafening,
it's going to make
my ears bleed.
[Emotional music plays]
I... I don't know how
to respond to that.
- Just...
- Go.
[Door closes]
[Sonic whoosh]
ADA: So friendly.
What's his name?
- Poppy. She's a girl.
- Poppy, lovely.
- Roman?
- Are you kidding me?
How long... It's been
such a long time.
Years! I can't believe it's you.
What are you even doing here?
I'm doing this
private security job
with Curtis, actually.
And who might you be, angel?
This is Charlotte.
Charlotte,
this is Mummy's friend, Roman.
We used to work together.
Yeah, he does!
She says you look
like a Power Ranger.
- Oh, did she?
- Yeah.
I see we've both
picked up a new skill.
No wedding ring, I see.
Jumping right in there
with the big questions, then.
I'm just... wondering if
anyone's gonna mind if I ask you
to dinner tonight.
I can't go out
tonight, I'm sorry.
But...
If you fancy joining me and
Charlotte for chicken nuggets...
Chicken nuggets? [Scoffs]
Uh... Chicken nuggets
are my favourite food.
- You're the Chicken Nugget Man.
- That's what they call me.
Well, you made a good choice
there. 'Cause they're shaped
like dinosaurs.
[Soft music plays in room]
- ROMAN: What an amazing kid. -
Looks smarter and tougher than
her mum.
And what about
dad? He not around?
- Not letting that one go, are
you? - Just curious.
Let's just say I'm
a terrible judge of character.
Well, your terrible judge
of character bodes well for me.
Hey, hey, hey, at ease, soldier.
That's a bit fast for me.
Yes, ma'am.
- How long are you in town for,
anyway? - A couple more weeks.
Right. Yeah.
[Chuckles awkwardly] Well, I...
guess I should get going, then.
Yeah, yeah.
- Thank you for dinner.
- Of course.
And for letting me spend time
with Charlotte.
- Yeah.
- I really enjoyed it.
I'm glad.
Oh, Roman.
- Coat.
- [He chuckles]
[He sighs]
- It's good to see you.
- Yeah, you too.
[Sonic whoosh]
[Footsteps approach]
[She groans]
[They groan]
[She cries out, muffled]
MAN: Look at her.
Look at her!
[She cries]
Get her out of here.
[She yells]
[He mumbles, panicked]
[He yells]
MAN: Look at your
baby brother, Ada.
Your little girl is
coming with me, Ada.
Frasier Mahoney is
gifting you one day.
6 AM tomorrow.
Kailash's flower market cafe.
Bring half a million in cash.
If you're late... You
really don't want to be late.
[Thud]
[Pulsating rhythm]
[Pulsations fade
into tense music]
[Ada sobs]
I'm so sorry.
- What the f*ck?
- Ada, I f*cked up.
- I f*cked up.
- What have you done?
I f*cked up, Ada, please,
you gotta believe me, I
I had no idea that you and
Charlotte would get dragged into
this.
- Why Charlotte?
- Because you're my sister.
I can't pay the
money that I owe!
- Well, I haven't f*cking got it
either. - Ada, they know.
They know what you are.
They know about
your special forces background.
And they figure that with you,
I've got half a chance
of getting the cash.
I didn't... I didn't know.
I didn't f*cking know!
[He gasps and yelps]
[Tense music plays]
Ada. I'm glad you called.
I've been thinking about you.
- They've taken Charlotte.
- What?
Hold on.
What are you talking about? Who?
- Can you come?
- I'm on my way.
Bring g*ns, Roman.
Bring a f*cking arsenal.
- Come here.
- [Sighs] Oh, God.
We're gonna take care
of this, all right?
Whatever it is,
we're gonna fix it.
Brought some backup.
Curtis!
I owe you, Ada.
I'm here to return the favour.
You've all heard about this w*r
brewing between Mahoney and Mrs
Vine.
Two biggest gangsters in London
fighting for the number one
spot.
Only needs a spark
and there'll be fireworks.
Exactly, so if we take down
Vine's jewellery store,
make it look like
it was Mahoney...
They'll be busy fighting a w*r,
not looking for us.
Are we even sure there's
gonna be enough in the safe?
I have a guy on the inside
who's pretty convinced,
enough to give us this
information and risk his life.
Sorry, how the f*ck
are we gonna get.
Mrs Vine to believe
Mahoney ripped her off?
Cia.
Information's her currency.
And she's the most trusted
source of it in London.
If we can convince Cia,
our plan's gonna work.
Cia f*cking hates you!
All right, it's complicated.
After that, we see
Finlay the Fence
and we flip the
jewels into cash.
[Chuckles]: Huh.
Then we'll use the cash
to pay Mahoney...
And get Charlotte back.
All by 6 AM, that's
going to be tight.
Finlay's given us
a time and a place.
Mushka Estates.
Are you crazy, man?
I'm not going there.
[Laughs] You f*cking idiot.
You really think
you're coming with us?
ED: You're a f*cking idiot...
- Curtis!
- Look at me. At me.
They've already got my baby.
I can't risk letting
anything happen to you.
They've only got
Charlotte because of me.
I got you into this mess and I'm
gonna put my life on the line to
get you out.
I know you would.
[In Russian]
Everybody down on the floor!
Minute!
[Explosions]
It's gonna work.
[Rap music plays]
[Music fades]
ROMAN: Finlay the Fence said
to call him from
a landline phone
in the Mushka Estate.
There's a payphone
around the corner.
f*cking hell. Mushka Estate.
Why the hell would
anybody want to meet here?
Finlay likes the location
because the cops hate it here.
Is he still only
taking landline calls?
ROMAN: Has to be a landline. Has
to be in the next 20 minutes.
If we're late, the deal's off.
- What the f*ck?
- Who the f*ck is that?
Help! Help!
Edward, why is there
a parking geezer in the boot?
You f*cking idiot.
What's the matter with you?
It's not a big f*cking deal!
[They all shout and argue]
[Brakes squeal, horn hoots]
Hey, what the f*ck
are you saying, man?
Hey, you lot really f*cked up
in the wrong ends, you get me?
- It's an accident, OK? Just
calm down. - A f*cking Yank!
Rah, man. Pussyhole's
proper lost, innit, bruv?
What, you banged your head in
the crash, b*tch? Stepping at
me?
- This really hurts. - You think
man looks like a f*cking doctor?
Nah, I think you look like
a b*tch who lives with his mum.
And you might need a doctor.
What's happening, treacle?
Hey, yo, they got
some serious machine, bruv.
Back the f*ck up. Go
on, the pair of ya.
Drop the knife, baby boy.
You ain't the only one in
this estate strapped, you know.
I'm the only one
in this conversation, innit?
CURTIS: I said, back the f*ck
up. You too, sweetheart.
Come on then, big man.
Hey, yo, f*ck this, Rico, man.
Let's cut, yeah?
[They chatter]
I'll be seeing you.
[Ada kisses] - CURTIS:
Go on. Ta ta. f*ck off.
RICO: Hey, don't get
comfortable, yeah?
[Music intensifies]
Come on we've got to get out of
here. They're gonna come back.
[He kicks the door]
You can f*ck off and all.
We gotta get this parking geezer
out the boot.
Will you stop kicking
the trunk, please?
You don't want to do that.
There's expl*sives in there.
[Loud expl*si*n, glass smashes]
[Eerie music plays]
[Distorted voice]: What the f*ck
are you doing, Ada? You need to
wake up!
Wake up!
Ada! Ada!
[They pant]
Oh, God.
Edward? No, no, no.
You're bleeding. Are you hurt?
No, I'm... I'm fine.
Are you all right?
I'm fine. Fine...
- Is the traffic guy...
- No, he's not.
Look, we have to go right now.
Jesus Christ,
we've k*lled somebody innocent.
ED: Well, I'm sorry.
I didn't know what else to do.
ROMAN: We can't think about it
now. We need to focus on
Charlotte.
CURTIS: So why the f*ck
was that geezer in our boot?
- ED: He was a traffic warden.
- Yeah, I caught that.
Why the f*ck was
he there, you twat?
ADA: Please try
and chill, Curtis.
ED: Well, he wanted
me to move the car.
CURTIS: So you put
him in our boot?
ED: What, you'd rather
I'd moved the f*cking car?!
I'd rather you'd removed
the expl*sives we rigged
to torch the robbery car
rather than put a traffic
- 6 o'clock.
- CURTIS: What?
ADA: Mushkas. Looks like
they're waiting for backup.
Can't open fire. There'll
be an army on us in no time.
- ED: Where is this pay phone?
- ROMAN: Just up here.
- It's all right, Ed. Stay calm.
- Yeah, I'm f*cking trying to
keep calm.
[Tense music plays]
- Too late. Cover!
- ADA: Get him inside.
CURTIS: Get up there,
Ed. Move, move.
[Rapid g*nf*re]
[He groans]
Move!
[They grunt]
Move!
ADA: There has to be a way
through to the other side.
Then we can get a car.
[Shots fire]
- 98.
- 98.
- 98.
- 98.
Guys, they're moving in.
Curtis, take my
brother. Find a way out.
- Get a car, now.
- We need firepower here.
That's an order.
- Yes, ma'am.
- ROMAN: Almost out! Moving!
[Distant g*nf*re and shouting]
Let's go.
Moving!
[Siren blares in distance]
[g*nf*re]
[They groan]
[Sirens approach]
That's the police. Cops are
fighting with the Mushkas.
Now's our time to move.
I'm on your heels. Go.
Over here on this wall.
Wait here. Do not f*cking move.
[g*nshots]
[They grunt and groan]
[Mushka cries out in pain]
[Knife clatters]
[Shots fire]
[He pants]
[Hyperventilating]:
Oh, f*ck, I can't feel my hands.
- Just chill out. - I'm trying,
I'm trying, I'm trying,
I'm trying, I'm trying.
Calm yourself
down. Deep breaths.
[People shout in the distance]
[g*nshots]
[Mushka yells]
[Skin sizzles]
[They yell and grunt]
[Music intensifies]
[They groan]
[She yelps]
[He yells]
[Music ebbs]
[Man groans]
[Music intensifies]
Oh, no, no, no, no.
Roman, Roman, Roman!
No, no, no.
- Where are you hurt?
- [He moans]
[He coughs]
- Only my feelings.
- f*cking hell!
You scared the sh*t out of me.
You've been waiting to do that,
haven't you?
I ain't got Roman's
patience with you.
- I'm here...
- Because Ada saved your life.
And now she gave you a f*cking
order and you need to follow it.
If anyone's got a pass to freak
the out right now, it ain't
f*cking you, mate!
- I can't breathe. You don't
understand. - No, you don't
understand.
Have you got any idea what
Mahoney will do to Charlotte?
- Snap the f*ck out of it! -
Alright, Curtis, f*cking leave
it.
Go on.
[He hyperventilates]
[Voice echoes]
- I can't breathe! I can't
brea... - ADA: You can breathe.
What you're feeling's
an illusion.
Where are we gonna go?
- The, the churchyard.
- That's right.
We need to move.
We can't leave him like this.
Look at me. Come on, mate.
You got your anchor.
ADA: Touch it. Hold it
in your hand really tight.
- Jesus f*cking Christ!
- Listen,
he's not gonna respond if
you treat him like that.
He needs to man the f*ck up,
wrap his head around
what he's done.
We're gonna have a massive
f*cking problem
if you don't leave him alone.
You wouldn't say that about
a soldier with PTSD, would you?
- What the f*ck is wrong with
you? - Nothing.
She shot me.
Well that f*cking tracks.
Hey, haven't we got
that fence guy to call?
Oh, my God. We've got
eight minutes to phone Finlay.
I've got a mate on the estate.
He's only a couple of minutes
drive away.
We need to go. Now.
[People shout,
glass smashes in the distance]
[Sirens blare]
[Action music]
- [Music fades]
- [He hyperventilates]
- Nana! Nana!
- What's the matter?
Another nightmare?
Caden, look at Nana.
What did I say?
- Come on, poppet.
- I don't need to be scared.
That's a good boy.
Now, Mr Tiny's gonna
look after you.
[She growls]
[She laughs]
And if you need me, you know Mr
Jenson's just outside the door.
Just yell, Nana
will come running.
Now, go back to sleep.
Sweet dreams.
[Classical music plays]
Thank you, Mr Jenson.
REPORTER: An area of East London
infamous for a high level of
g*ng activity
is descending into a w*r zone.
Armed response police officers
are flooding the area,
but don't seem to be able to
bring the situation under
control.
And it's being reported that
armed officers and g*ng members
are exchanging g*nf*re.
[People moan,
electricity crackles]
[Electricity stops]
[They pant]
- What happened to her?
- Scared to death, Mrs Vine.
Literally.
I didn't even electrocute her.
[Classical music
continues in background]
Gentlemen, my sincere apologies
for the interruption.
Now, help me understand.
You are attempting
to convince me
that three thieves caught you
completely unawares
on the very day I coincidentally
had over 2 million
worth of jewels in my safe.
They were smart enough
to blow the cabinets
because they knew by doing so,
the police would be alerted
and I would have to spend hours
dealing with the law
before focusing my full
attention on capturing those
audacious enough
to steal from me.
Is that an adequate summary?
[They moan in agreement]
Mrs Vine. Please,
I swear on my life.
I don't know who did
this to you, or what...
[They grunt in fear]
I want to emphasise
the need for honesty.
I trust the point is made.
[They grunt in agreement]
[Classical music
continues playing]
I swear I had nothing to do with
this. If anyone's involved, it's
Brady.
Brady seems to disagree.
Please, if I knew anything,
I would tell you.
Please. No, please.
Please! Please!
[Electricity crackles
loudly, he yelps]
[He cranks up the dial,
electricity crackles louder]
[Classical music swells...]
[And ebbs]
[Electricity fades out]
I sincerely hope his
theory was correct.
I'm sorry. I was in the military
with Roman Cutter.
He's the one who hit your store.
I was desperate.
I knew nothing about the 2
million in diamonds. Neither did
Cutter.
But if you let me go, I will
bring him to you on a f*cking
plate.
Send someone to see
Finlay the Fence.
Of course, ma'am. But if Roman
Cutter's working independently,
I mean, you really think he'd
try and fence your jewels
locally?
I don't want to think, Lennie.
I want to know.
It's a very short list of fences
with a bandwidth for such a
transaction.
- Finlay is at the top.
- Yes, ma'am.
Brady, my darling, why don't
you start by enlightening me
as to who exactly Roman is?
Cutter was a part of a
Special Ops International unit.
Elite force. He's involved with
off-the-book sh*t these days.
- You have a way of contacting
him? - No, he's gone dark.
He said he would reach out to
let me know where I can collect
my cut in a few days
but look, I can track him down
for you, ma'am. I can k*ll him
for you.
You're clearly not a match
to the man you described.
No, I can track him
down. No, wait, no!
[He grunts; Music
swells and ebbs]
Find Mr Cutter.
I want him sat
trembling in front of me
before sunrise.
- Yes, ma'am.
- [Classical music concludes]
REPORTER: An altercation between
the Mushka street g*ng
and the Metropolitan Police
has descended into a riot
which is spreading
across East London.
The riot is believed to have
been started within the past
hour
when g*nf*re was exchanged
between armed officers
- and the Mushka g*ng.
- [Helicopter approaches]
The police are mobilising
emergency reinforcements,
but local residents are being
advised to remain indoors...
- f*cking hell! - Till the
situationhas been brought under
control.
[Helicopter moves away]
We're hoping to bring
our news helicopter
in close enough
to verify reports.
That f*cking thing
nearly landed in my living room.
- Street g*ng members - and the
Metropolitan Police. - [Loud
knocking]
Tensions in the
City of London...
sh*t! sh*t...
Nicky?
Oh, thank God. Curtis!
- The f*ck, man?
- Still got that landline phone?
Yeah, Nice to see you too, bruv.
Been a while.
Sorry, who are these... Hello!
- No. No.
- All right. Not my type anyway.
I just need a solid tonight.
GALLOWAY: Have you been
caught out in this madness.
Wars with the police, gangs,
cars, fire, g*ns. f*cking
Parisian, bruv.
- Really need that landline.
- I wish you'd have called.
You gave me a right shock. I
thought it was my giant c**t
neighbour
from downstairs.
Sorry, mate, I've only got the
burner on me. Didn't have your
number saved.
Well, why didn't you call this
geezer on your burner, then?
He only accepts landline calls.
What kind of mediaeval f*ck
only accepts landline calls?
Please, no, Curtis.
Don't tell me he's dodgy.
Trust me. He's cool.
Just chill. Let us do our...
Roman Cutter. I have
a window I'd like to redeem.
Sorry, Finlay, we had
a little bump in the road.
- We're on in 30 minutes. - That
doesn't give me enough time to
get to Cia's club.
- We can't dictate the timing to
Finlay. - Sorry, what is all
this?
I will handle Finlay,
and you go to Cia.
No f*cking way. I
have to be there.
- Roman, we have a problem. -
Ada, I will handle it. Trust me.
Please, someone explain to me
what the f*ck is happening here.
- Roman.
- What is it?
The detonator is in the car boot
cunty bollocks over here blew up
along with the parking geezer.
- You blew up a parking geezer?
- Yes, I f*cking did.
- [They all shout]
- Edward, for f*ck's sake!
GALLOWAY: Jesus Christ!
My man's waving a
hand cannon in my
I got neighbours, man.
- There's a WhatsApp group
and... - Hey, hey. f*ck you.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
- What the f*ck are you doing?
- Is that my g*n?
You said I could trust you.
Calm the f*ck down.
- Give me the g*n.
- He's being a bollock.
- You're being a f*cking
bollock. - You're being a
bollock.
Don't touch my g*n.
- Can you pull a rabbit out of
your arse? - Detonator?
We've got enough C-4 left over
from the heist.
- But we've lost the detonator.
- Maybe.
I have to make a couple
of calls. It'll cost.
What about getting it delivered?
- No, no, stop.
- Is this custom?
- Also...
- You want me to babysit?
Well, taking him anywhere
without me right now...
- Bad idea. - Yeah, and I can't
take him to Cia's.
- I'll see if I can get it
dropped off. - Drop what off?
A pizza? Oh, no. Let
me go out on a limb
and guess it's something
a little bit naughtier.
- Wait, I just need you to
chill. - Chill?
- GALLOWAY: You're f*cking
outrageous. - This is never
gonna work.
Man was chilling.
Man was watching
Apocalypse London on the telly.
I need to hold here for a couple
of hours. It's no big deal.
- Just you, though, right?
- Well, me and...
- You and Looney Tunes?
- ADA: Oi!
I have a very serious
personality disorder
that's brought on
by stressful situations, OK?
Oh, well, tickle
me reassured, then.
'Cause there's nothing f*cking
stressful about this situation,
is there?
No, bollocks to this.
You lot can all piss off out
of my yard right f*cking now.
Five grand, there.
Tea, coffee?
[Snaps fingers]
Don't leave that
lying about, bruv.
Yeah, I'll tidy it up
before my f*cking
maid gets here.
It's just like you said.
If Mrs Vine believes Mahoney
took her jewels,
she'll start a w*r with Mahoney,
and we're home free.
And you're the only one who
could convince Cia that's what
happened.
- I can't take a weapon in to
Cia. - Give it here.
I'll meet Finlay and get
the jewels turned into cash.
Trust me.
- Edward?
- I won't do anything.
- All right?
- Be a good lad.
He's being a f*cking
idiot, though.
Why is she hugging him like
they're never gonna see each
other?
Just shut up for a second,
will you, mate?
I'll just shut up for a second,
shall I? Only my house.
Rude!
- 98.
- 98.
90 f*cking 8.
[Door shuts;
Electronic music plays]
Right, so which one of you
bellends is gonna explain to me
what the f*ck is going on here?
POLICEMAN [On megaphone]:
Attention...
[People shout]
[Action music]
Roman.
- If I don't see you again...
- What are you talking about?
See you in 90 minutes.
POLICEMAN: You are instructed
to leave the area immediately.
Failure to comply
may result in arrest.
This is the police. You are
present at an unlawful assembly.
Please go home. This is
theMetropolitan Police
Department.
You are ordered
to leave the area immediately.
[Music fades]
MAN: I don't give a
f*ck how old you are.
You're getting a
crunch on the nose,
you carry on
chatting sh*t to me.
[Man whistles] Oi. Hey!
What's a nice girl like you
doing out on her own?
MAN 2: You're lost.
Let me walk you home.
[They laugh] - I don't
have f*cking time for this.
Hey, where are you going?
Come, come, come. Oi!
Darlin'! Oh dear,
oh dear, oh dear.
- Slow down, babe. - Wasn't very
bright coming down here,
was it?
[They laugh]
Babe, where are you going?
Show us your t*ts, love.
Alright, you've picked the wrong
t*ts, lads. First and last
warning.
- MAN: Ooh!
- [They laugh]
She sounds like
she likes it rough.
You've got no f*cking idea.
You got spirit and
a filthy mouth, eh?
Maybe I should teach you
to be a real lady.
- I mean, I do like to learn new
things. - Oh, yeah?
I did warn you.
Yeah?
[He yelps]
[They yell and grunt]
[He yells in pain]
[She pants, the
other yell in pain]
f*cking bellends.
[They groan]
[Music ebbs]
I got your text.
What the f*ck is going on?
Take a seat.
No, I won't take a seat, Rouben.
What the f*ck are
you playing at, Edward?
I'm not... just f*cking
piss off, Curtis.
I'm trying to regale my story
here and you weren't there, all
right?
Look, we got Galloway
into this madness.
The least we can f*cking do
is tell him what's going on.
Yeah, Uncle Nut Nut here is
right. I do deserve to know
what's going on.
I'm trying to make
an important phone call.
f*cking hell!
Who pissed in his salad?
I'm just a delivery driver.
I don't know anything.
I don't see anything. I keep
my head down. That is the job.
You think this crap
is going to get you out of this?
You were the one that said that
no one would find out
if we took a little taste.
Well, somebody found out.
[Sighs] Rouben, who the
f*ck have we been working for?
Frasier Mahoney.
Frasier f*cking Mahoney!
Are you having a giraffe, bruv?
- How are you even a blip on his
radar? - I didn't f*cking know.
What kind of a bellend delivers
sh*t for people they don't know,
then steals off them?
f*ck you, you don't
get to judge me
on your sh*t pleather sofa.
Right, that's enough
about f*cking sofas.
Chill the f*ck out!
f*ck's sake.
Fine, we'll just pay Mahoney
back the money with a little bit
of interest.
It's fine.
- I'm afraid we can't do that.
- Why the f*ck not?
It's gone.
I mean, it was only a few grand,
man. We'll do a couple of jobs.
It'll be fine.
How much money do
you owe, Rouben?
[He hyperventilates]
You know those anxiety attacks
that I used to get when I was a
kid, Rouben?
Well, I feel like
you're f*cking triggering one.
So you need to tell me
how much money you owe.
400,000 plus interest.
[Ed giggles nervously]
That's the f*cking number,
right there. You've f*cked us.
[As Rouben]: I'm sorry, Eddie. I
did not know that this would
happen.
But I didn't even f*cking take
that much money!
Not even f*cking close, you did!
[As Rouben]: Yes, but they know
that you steal.
- How they know I steal?
- Eddie?
[He whistles]
- Eddie, mate.
- What, mate?
Can't you see I'm mid flow here?
No, I can see that, mate.
I think you might need
professional help.
- What?
- Your brain is broken.
Frasier Mahoney would like
to have a conversation
with you gentlemen.
- You f*cking set me up. - I
just promise we both be here.
f*ck this.
f*ck this. Get the f*ck off me!
Get the f*ck off me!
Get the f*ck off me!
I didn't do anything wrong!
[He yells]
[She sobs]
It's not my fault!
I didn't f*cking do anything!
No, no! Detonators?
Blown-up traffic wardens?
Frasier f*cking Mahoney?
Yeah, and Charlotte had
nothing to do with it!
Who the f*cking f*ck
is Charlotte right now?
- Curtis, what the f*ck, bruv?
- You're an absolute lifesaver.
Cheers, yeah, I'll be waiting.
Ta, mate, yeah.
All right?
What's the matter, bruv?
[He gasps]
[Electronic action music plays]
Jesus, Ada, you can't...
[He chokes]
[Lift dings]
I'm in a rush, guys.
You jumping in or not?
- [He yelps]
- We'll get the next one.
LIFT VOICE:Mind
the doors, please.
[Woman screams]
Oi! Leave her alone.
Get off her, assholes.
- Who's this?
- Come swinging, man.
What is it with you
f*cking Mushkas?
[They grunt]
Get up! f*ck off!
Forgot your hat!
[Lift dings]
You know I can't
let you in, Ada.
And you know there aren't
enough of you to stop me.
Come on...
You sure? Where's Jody?
Hmm? Jody?
Come here.
Ada, what the f*ck
are you doing?
I'm here to see Cia.
There isn't a chance
that you're getting in.
- [Scoffs]: Are you serious? -
Take my money and I'll go in
easy.
Refuse it, I'm gonna
go in pretty hard.
- Give me two minutes.
- You've got one.
You rob the second
biggest gangster in the city
to pay back the first
biggest gangster in the city.
You f*cking w*nk*r.
You're as mental as he is.
Now my... my sister,
she's always looked after me.
- Calm down. Do the anchor
thing. - I'm calm.
Where's your pebble, Eddie?
Pull your pebble out.
No, no, no, no, no. No
one's pulling out their pebble!
- It's a calming technique,
dickhead. - I don't give a f*ck.
No one's pulling out
their pebble in my yard.
He's not actually...
Are you all right?
[Young Ed hyperventilates;
tense music plays]
I'm your rock.
I'm your big sister
and I will always protect you.
I love you.
She's not all that strong.
She... She f*cking hurts like
hell.
You're all right.
She... she...
She learned to fight in secret.
She did. She did. She used
to steal to pay for lessons.
Just so that
she could protect me from him.
[Ominous music]
[She breathes heavily]
She k*lled that b*stard for me.
She f*cking k*lled him.
This is how I f*cking repay her?
By getting her
f*cking daughter kidnapped?
You f*cking idiot, Eddie!
[He stamps loudly and shouts]
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Stop stamping on the floor!
If downstairs comes
up, we're f*cked.
They call him
Nicky-Never-Lost-A-Fight.
And if Looney Tunes
don't stop stamping on my floor,
he'll be up here not
losing another one.
- [He yells and stomps]
- GALLOWAY: Curtis!
Right, stop. You're taking
the piss now. Sorry, Ada.
So if that was an option, why
didn't you do that a half hour
ago?
Shut up.
Hello. Hi.
- Um... here for Finlay.
- Who?
OK.
[Intriguing electronic
music plays]
[He clears his throat]
Sit down. Shut up.
[Music fades]
[Party music from inside]
Where is she, Tony? You've got
no idea how important this is.
You know how this works. Because
you made the f*cking rules.
[He grunts]
Calm down. Cia said
she'll see you now.
- Good.
- [Lift dings]
[Tony groans]
[Electronic music intensifies]
[Man moans and laughs]
I got a taxi for Roman Cutter.
ROMAN: Hey, hey,
hey, hey. Hold on.
- Where's Finlay?
- I'm taking you to him.
What do you mean?
That's not how this works.
Get in or get out. Up to you.
[He scoffs]
[Bangs on door]
- Oh, now we f*cked. - MAN
[Shouts]: Get out here,
Galloway!
[Door bangs]
NICKY: Open this f*cking door!
Hey, Nicky. Oh, mate, I'm
really sorry about the noise.
It's just... It's my boy, he
gets carried away with Pro Evo.
Ah, f*ck! Curtis?
- Ow.
- You guys want to f*ck with me?
GALLOWAY: No.
[They grunt]
- Told you.
- Oh, f*ck.
Oh, my days!
I'm going to f*cking k*ll you!
Shut the f*ck up, Curtis.
Just let the man finish.
Oh, that's f*cked!
Curtis!
[They grunt]
f*cking hell.
NICKY: Get over here.
On your f*cking knees.
Now!
[Phone dings]
OPERATOR [On phone]:
The number you have dialled
has not been recognised.
Please check and try again.
Hey, Nicky.
I hope we can move past all
this, being neighbours and all.
Sorry, mate.
If you ever come back
anywhere near this place again,
the last thing you'll ever see
will be my raging eyes.
All right, I'm leaving.
CURTIS: Go on, f*ck off.
f*cking hell.
[Electronic music resumes]
[People moan]
Don't you upset her.
- You understand me?
- I think so.
CIA [French accent]: Rioting
descends across East London
and Ada Williams comes to see me
for the first time
since quitting my employment.
[Chuckles]
What a night.
Looks like business
is going well.
It really breaks my heart.
The only reason you're here
is because you must need
something from me.
Oh no, I've got
something for you.
Not what I'd like, no doubt.
Well, no, not that. But trust
me, you're gonna want this.
Trust... you?
[She laughs]
[Action music plays]
How much further to Finlay?
In a few hours, you're
gonna find out that
someone's robbed
one of Mrs Vine's stores.
- Old news, Ada.
- I know who did it.
What do you want for this?
I just want peace. I want
you to forgive me for quitting.
I've left the life
and I just don't want
any burnt bridges
for me or for my daughter.
- That's it?
- That's it.
[Tense music plays]
Get out.
Finlay, what's with
all this cloak and dagger sh*t?
The Machiavellian nature of
our unique business
forces me into the
inexorable position
of doing said business
in a unique manner.
Hmm.
CIA: You say you want peace.
I say you need to be certain
that your information gets to
the right destination.
And there is no chance
on earth you'd be here
if I wasn't the best place in
London to buy and sell
enlightenment.
If you want my
guarantee, then...
f*cking handcuff yourself.
That's the price. Trust.
[Sighs]
Fine.
This doing it for you?
Please, let me do the other one.
Go for it.
Wow.
I've tamed the
untameable. [Laughs]
You must be...
Desperate.
One must be either asinine
or a criminal genius
to rob Mrs Christina Vine.
You still using that
word-of-the-day toilet paper?
I have a library card.
I'm sorry, did you say
someone robbed Mrs Vine?
Presumably nothing more than
a coincidence, then.
Hmm.
Just like this Mushka riot,
escalating out of control.
There's a lot going
on in London tonight.
Maybe I could take
you to the realms of
pleasure,
- or pain...
- [Ada yelps]
that you couldn't even imagine.
Or...
You have friends right next door
that would actually k*ll
for an opportunity like this.
Imagine the kind of money
we could make.
FINLAY: 500,000. These diamonds
and what's in the pouch.
Satisfied with that amount
for these jewels?
Just gonna take my asking price?
Not gonna haggle or anything?
I must have bagged a few
more jewels than I expected.
- I'm a man of my word.
- You are a man of many words.
[Laughs]
Open the window, please.
FINLAY: Feel free to count it.
f*ck this.
I need you both out of here now.
- You know we can't leave. - I
ain't giving you a choice, bruv.
- This doesn't need to get out
of hand. - Out of hand?
Out of hand's a spec
in the rear view mirror.
This sh*t is next f*cking
dimensional. Now, f*ck off.
We come from f*ck
all, me and you.
No family, no help.
We've carved out an existence
for ourselves the best we can.
I know.
And I wish I could help you,
I really do, bruv, but...
But I ain't built for this.
I'm scared. So I need you
both to leave my f*cking house,
right f*cking...
[g*nsh*t]
[g*nshots]
- [Shots continue]
- f*cking hell!
f*ck!
f*ck!
- Who's f*cking sh**ting at us,
Curtis? - CURTIS: Shut the f*ck
up.
Throw out the money
and we let you live.
sh*t.
[Rioting continues outside]
[g*nf*re, Curtis grunts]
[Man groans]
[Music intensifies]
sh*t! f*ck it.
[He yells]
Coming on then, you slags.
This deal is time
sensitive, Cia.
You can really be a
drag, Miss Williams.
How much pressure
would it take to.
[Ada chokes] shut
off your gas? Hmm?
This much, or... this
much?
You haven't taken air in
15 seconds.
You must feel the
euphoria, right?
[Ada grunts, Cia yelps]
- I do now, you twisted b*tch. -
Oh, Ada, Ada, you haven't
changed.
I want more.
[Ada grunts, Cia chokes]
Jody!
[Cia coughs] Ahh the burn!
- JODY: f*ck's sake.
- ADA: Oh, call them off.
CIA: I still can't fathom why
you won't protect me any longer.
[She yelps]
[He chokes]
Let's watch this show.
[Action music plays]
[Henchman splutters]
Once again, you
leave me breathless.
Frasier Mahoney robbed Mrs Vine.
Wants to show how vulnerable she
is.
Mahoney thinks the move will
give him the neutral street
support,
because he wants a w*r.
[Electronic music resumes]
f*cking love that b*tch.
f*cking hate that b*tch.
- CURTIS: Come here!
- [Shots fire]
- NICKY: f*ck you.
- CURTIS: f*cking die!
[Shots fire, they grunt]
[Ominous music plays]
ED: Curtis?
The f*ck is happening?
[Curtis splutters]
CURTIS: Get a lighter.
ED: 98, yeah?
f*cking hell, man.
Is that Nicky guy dead?
- [Curtis grunts]
- f*ck.
Jesus Christ, Curtis. Curtis!
Tell me what to do, mate.
You need to check for an exit
and cauterise the wound.
- OK.
- Open it. All of it.
f*ck. Yeah. Yeah.
Oh, sh*t. sh*t. f*ck!
- [Curtis coughs]
- I'm sorry, mate. I'm sorry.
Oh, there's no f*cking exit
wound, Curtis. Tell me what I
do.
Gotta get the b*llet out.
- Get me a mirror. Gimme a
mirror! - No, mate. I'll do it.
I'll do it, Curtis!
Please, mate. Look at me.
Look at me. Trust me.
I've got this.
Don't f*ck it up.
[Curtis splutters]
Now, this is going to hurt
a little bit, all right?
[Curtis screams]
[He yelps]
Do you need to wait
till you feel the metal?
Sorry, mate. Oh, I got it. I got
it, mate. You're gonna be all
right.
Well done, Ed.
Maybe you're not
such a dickhead after all.
[Laughs]
Curtis?
Curtis? Curtis, wake up, man.
Curtis, mate, wake up!
Oh, f*ck, Curtis, please.
[Emotional music plays]
[Ed yelps and
hyperventilates] f*ck.
[Emotional music continues]
[Music fades]
[She breathes heavily]
Looks good to me.
- The jewels, please. - How long
did it take you to learn sign
language?
You see, I learned
with an old battle buddy of mine
when we were running
ops in Helmand.
After that blast...
Well, he couldn't hear sh*t.
[He scoffs]
I think there's been
a misunderstanding.
There's no misunderstanding.
[Electronic action music plays]
[Phone rings]
- Talk to me. - MAN:You asked me
to track Finlay.
He's currently in a car with
this Roman Cutter. What shall we
do?
f*ck it.
- Do them all.
- Yes, ma'am.
Lennie, love,
We're going to Cia's nightclub.
- Wake the boys up.
- I'm all over it, ma'am.
[Music fades]
Trying to tell me
I don't look after my kids?
I look after my kids!
Bro, let me call
you back. Babes!
Holy fu... Let me call you back.
Let me call you back.
Yeah, you. Come here. Come here.
[He laughs]
Damn!
Fancy the night of
your dreams, babes?
- Is this your car?
- You like it, yeah?
- Yeah, I really like it.
- So what are you trying to do?
I was thinking maybe I'll take
the car and we'll call it it
quits.
Take the car where?
[Upbeat music plays; Car revs]
[Brakes squeal]
[Music ends]
[g*ns c*ck]
[Tense music plays]
You were gonna k*ll me
and you were gonna sell these
jewels back to Miss Vine's
for a little bit of
a discounted price.
Does that sound about right?
- Ambush!
- Drive!
[g*nf*re, glass shatters]
FINLAY: f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!
[g*nf*re]
What the...
What are we gonna do, Roman?
A minute ago, you were
trying to k*ll me.
Now we're a f*cking team?
[Action music plays]
sh*t!
I'm out. Give me your g*n.
- I don't have one. - What kind
of gangster doesn't have a g*n?
My driver has one...
on the passenger seat.
[g*nf*re continues]
Not bad.
Get to the taxi.
- Move!
- [Yelps]: Oh f*ck! f*ck, f*ck!
- Keep your head down.
- What are you gonna do?
expl*si*n in three, two...
[Music fades out]
[Tanker hisses]
- Not a f*cking word.
- [Action music resumes]
Come on out and we
can make a deal.
Ro... Roman, we can make a deal!
- You make a deal, then.
- No, fu...! Oh, sh*t!
Put it in neutral. Neutral!
[Grunts]
f*ck!
FINLAY: What are you doing!?
Don't go f*cking towards them...
Oh, f*cking hell!
f*ck!
Are you f*cking crazy?!
FINLAY: Ro... Roman? Roman!
f*ck it.
- [g*nf*re]
- Oh f*ck!
[They grunt]
- [g*n clicks empty]
- No!
[Tense music plays]
- [Nail g*n shoots]
- [Gangster 1 yells]
Ah! f*ck!
GANGSTER 1: f*ck!
[They grunt]
[Exclaims in pain]
Come on.
[They grunt, Roman chokes]
[Squelches]
[Music softens]
[He coughs]
[Sighs relieved]
[Tense music plays]
[She gasps]
- Who the f*ck are you?
- I don't want no trouble, fam.
I was just told I had to give a
detonator to a man named Curtis,
that's it.
All right. Drop it and leave.
[Under her breath]:
Jesus Christ.
f*ck's sake...
[Emotional music plays]
Oh, no, no, no. No, Curtis!
[Cries]: Oh!
I'm so f*cking sorry.
[Kisses]
Edward?
Edward?!
In here.
Oh, thank God. Are you hurt?
- What the hell happened?
- I am so sorry.
No, we're gonna get Charlotte.
We're nearly through this.
All I have ever been to you,
Ada, is... is a burden.
- That's not true.
- Oh, we both know that it is.
I mean, even when we were kids,
all you did was protect me.
You looked out for
me and you loved me.
All I've ever done is... is
throw that love back in your
face.
That is absolute bollocks.
Never, ever say that again.
Thank you.
Thank you so much for everything
you've ever done for me.
You don't need to thank me, you
arse. I'm your big sister. It's
my job.
Look
I promise I'm gonna
make it up to you.
There's nothing to make up for.
- I love you so much.
- I love you so much.
I'm so glad you're all right.
[They sniffle]
[g*n c*ck]
No!
[Sound muffles; She gasps]
[She gasps and pants]
[High-pitched tone
swells and intensifies]
[g*n clicks empty]
[High-pitched ringing]
[Sound resumes; She cries]
[They gasp]
[She sobs]
[Electronic action
music resumes softly]
ROMAN: You remember when we met?
First day at the
joint force exercise.
Our instructor was
the best of the best.
And he used to say:
"The body... the body
consumes calories
to be able to keep
burning at 98 degrees".
Yeah, that's right.
You keep yourself and the men
and women that stand beside you,
- you keep them burning at
ninety... - eight degrees.
Yeah.
He called you Wildcat.
You remember that?
'Cause you never give up, Ada.
No. Matter. What.
But Edward!
Edward is gone.
[She breathes heavily]
But Charlotte's still 98.
[Music intensifies]
Let's go get her back.
That's right.
[Tense music plays]
What an unexpected surprise.
You reached out to my people,
asked to talk urgently.
After years of doing business
it's the first time
we're face to face.
I hear you have
some food for me.
Caviar has a price.
It's met.
Frasier Mahoney was behind the
heat on your jewellery store.
He wants to make you look...
Weak.
Thinks that it would win him the
neutral support in the street
if w*r were to break out.
If I tip the server,
can I meet the chef?
I can't divulge on how or where
I obtain my ingredients.
- What I can do is serve you the
meal. - I never much liked
caviar.
Too salty.
My restaurant will still
require payment, otherwise...
Our kitchen will remain closed
to you in the future.
[Chuckles]
You've walked a
remarkable tightrope.
Building an operation
such as this in my city.
Not just a pretty head
on those shoulders.
You really flatter me, Mrs Vine.
Lennie, love.
Settle the bill.
Ma'am.
[Tense music plays]
Hello, sweetheart.
[Car revs, brakes squeal]
[Sombre music plays]
You know, I've never been
very good at real talk.
You're still afraid of a normal
life without all the noise?
[He sighs]
Nothing scares me more than
losing you again, Ada.
We're gonna get Charlotte back.
I promise.
Roman, I have to
tell you something.
Is it Charlotte?
She's ours, isn't she?
[He laughs]
[Music becomes more emotional]
I had a feeling.
I love you, Ada.
[Music fades]
[Sighs]
[Tense music plays]
- Is my daughter here?
- Take a seat.
[Music fades]
Where's Charlotte?
Characters... Running
a riot up and down my city.
We're on the news
all over the world.
Enterprising little wannabe
gangsters thinking it's their
time to shine.
Wild times in which we live, eh?
Do you know that my wife
passed away last year?
My sincerest condolences.
She was a remarkable woman.
She really was.
Kind of woman to make
an impression, you know?
Christ alive,
she was a bona fide head turner.
[He chuckles]
Not just because
she was beautiful.
Fellas looking at
her and all that. No.
Didn't matter what
she looked like.
- She had this energy. - She
sounds like an extraordinary
woman.
I'll let you in to
a little secret.
I wouldn't be the man I am today
if it weren't for her.
What's that saying?
[Mouths]: f*ck's sake...
You know, behind
every great man is a
there's a wonderful woman.
I believe it's true.
I'm a feminist, you see.
And I know if a
woman wants to get
to the same place as
a man in this world,
then she's got to
work twice as hard.
Can you pass the marmalade?
Hmm?
I want to see my daughter.
People used to say things,
on the quiet, people would say,
Martine, that was her name,
Martine, my wife,
Martine... pulls
the puppet strings.
I've got what you want.
The money my brother owes.
- Is Charlotte here? - Yeah,
yeah, we'll come to that.
No, no, no, no, no.
We're there now.
I didn't mind people
talking. That's fine.
The problem wasn't geezers
chatting. The problem was...
My wife started to believe
all the sh*t they were saying.
Now, the power went to her head.
f*cking woman stopped listening
to what I was saying.
She even undermined me
on more than one occasion.
- Couldn't f*cking believe her.
- Look, if you want the money,
bring me my daughter right now.
I k*lled Martine
with me bare hands.
[Music intensifies]
Wrung her neck like
a f*cking chicken.
That taught her a lesson.
No woman should ever
get above her station.
Not in my presence.
I've got half a million cash
that I would like to give you
in exchange for my daughter.
Do you know the most
valuable thing in the world?
- [Table bangs loudly]
- Do we have a deal?
Information.
Take you, for example.
I never knew you existed
till a few days ago.
And now here we are, cozying up
together over breakfast and a
cup of coffee.
You're a dangerous female.
It's information I wish I'd
known a long time before now.
If you think I'm gonna make some
kind of vendetta after this,
you're wrong.
My only agenda is Charlotte.
And your blood?
No baby brother here to witness
whatever tune I might play?
My brother's dead.
Hmm.
Well, you've had
a stressful time.
Your limit's been
pushed, that's for sure.
Mr Mahoney, is Charlotte here?
Yes, she is.
Can I see her?
Allow me
to throw you a piece
of information.
If you've harmed my
child in any way,
I will rip out your liver
and I will f*cking eat it!
Relax!
It's a gift. Open the box.
[Breathes shakily]
[Music intensifies]
[Ada gasps]
Cia...
Of course, re-gifting
is hardly polite.
But on this occasion,
I made an exception.
Thought Ada might enjoy
the surprise as much as you.
[She sighs]
[Chuckles] You're
a true sweetheart.
Do you want to invite
Roman Cutter to join us?
I assume he's somehow listening.
m*therf*ckers!
I hope your colleague also has
my jewels. Finlay certainly
doesn't.
Best laid plans, Ada.
[Smashes in, Roman grunts]
Hello. Hi. Excuse
me, coming through.
If any of you poor
b*stards are just here
for your cup of tea
and your beans on toast,
well, now's your
chance to f*ck off.
No one. Really? Well, I'm not
surprised. You've been warned.
[Grunts]
Thought it might be a good time
to enlighten you,
Mr Mahoney and Mrs Vine.
Part of our plan
went quite well...
Well, actually, amazingly well.
You wouldn't believe it. We
brought your 500 grand, and
this.
What's in the briefcase?
Be my guest. Have a good look.
Open it or I click me fingers
and your baby girl loses three
toes.
[g*ns c*ck at once]
ADA: All right!
Yeah, we don't want
some stupid c**t
setting off the
stuff that's in here.
No, we don't.
[Music intensifies]
- Is that a b*mb? - No, that's a
rectal thermometer.
ROMAN: It is a b*mb.
But I wouldn't be so much
worried about this
as I would be...
The detonator. It's
a dead woman switch.
Once I put my thumb
on the trigger like that...
[Detonator clicks and beeps]
If I let go, great big boom.
The thing is,
it does take
a very special kind of hate
to k*ll a family member.
Doesn't it, Mr Mahoney?
I didn't enjoy k*lling my
father. But it had to be done.
Because, and you'll
understand this as a feminist,
you can't let a man get too far
above his station.
Especially in my
f*cking presence.
Why don't we all just calm down
and lower the g*ns?
Probably a good idea, because my
thumbs do get quite sweaty
around g*ns.
- Bring the girl.
- ROMAN: Thank you.
Easy.
Hi!
So... You just walk out of here
and then what?
We get to a safe distance.
I disarm the b*mb,
everyone walks away alive.
[He scoffs]
Have I got "c**t"
written on my forehead?
I think the term
"Live to fight another day"
has never been more apt.
Let her go.
[They whimper]
[Mahoney sighs] But
understand this.
If anything happens to me,
the wrath of my people
will come down on you.
Well, we'll be leaving now.
Oh, and if anybody decides to
f*ck about with the case or have
us followed,
they'll be peeling
your arseholes off the ceiling
for the next three weeks.
Enjoy your breakfast!
You understand, of course, I'll
be taking that money in exchange
for my jewels.
Yeah, f*ck it, it wasn't me
who ripped you off.
The f*ck do you
think you're doing?
[g*ns c*ck at once]
Take your g*n off Mr Mahoney,
right f*cking now.
Am I in Mexico?
Feels like a f*cking standoff.
[Action music plays]
[Ada laughs]
ADA: Oh f*ck... No, no, no, no.
[The Mushkas chatter and shout]
- Hey, what are you saying, fam?
- Are you kidding me?
Remember me?
You one of Mahoney's or Vine's?
I know they're both in there.
The feds are done out here. The
Mushkas are running the streets
now.
- Hey, d*ck splash. Look at
this. - f*cking sh**t her!
[Shots fire inside]
- f*ck is that? - We have left a
f*cking massive b*mb in there
with enough expl*sives
to take out the whole postcode.
- f*cking drop it, then. - If I
f*cking drop it, then we all
die.
- You're chatting sh*t.
- You wanna gamble?
VINE: Looking for me, boys?
[g*nf*re, Mushkas shout]
- [Nearby g*nsh*t]
- [They grunt]
Keep your head down, kid.
- What you think? - I don't
think we have a choice.
[She yells]
Come here, cover her.
[Detonator beeps]
[Massive bang,
glass shatters, rubble falls]
[Soft, ethereal music plays]
[Fires crackle]
[Roman coughs]
[gasping]
[She coughs]
Ada!
[He grunts]
Ada.
- [Coughing]: Are you OK?
- ROMAN: She's OK. Come on.
ADA: Ah, she's bleeding!
[They pant]
[He chuckles]
I took these.
This is to make sure
that you can give Charlotte
the life that she deserves.
Well, we can.
[Sirens blare in distance]
[Laughs] Yeah.
Yeah.
Maybe we should get
the f*ck out of here.
Yeah, that's a good idea.
I think that that's smart.
[Roxette's "Hotblooded" plays,
an upbeat rock song]
You know I'm...
Hotblooded, baby!
I get on up and kick it, all
the systems are ready to go
Well, are you ready or not?
Hey, I gotta know...
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