01x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

(g*nsh*t)

No!

I came to offer you a job, if you wanted something a little less safe.

(She chuckles)

Valerie: We can be up on hundreds of lines simultaneously.

I've told you, Ash, you cannot keep taking risks like this.

Tommy: I heard his voice again...

Ash: You've got your shotters selling small amounts of gear.

Anything above that, the 50K guys, the faces...

This organisation's bigger than anything I'd imagined.

Mal: 'It's me.

Xavier: 'Where are you?

'I'm at the shops. Where am I going?

First floor. Don't be late.'

I'm close. Come on, girl.

What's the hurry?

'Who's that with you?'

Look, I've got Shannon with me, ain't I? For cover.

What? You're meeting there cos it's neutral ground.

Don't take her with you, you tit.

'Look, I'm going to park her, then I'm going to meet the fella.

'There ain't no-one else here.'

Oh, my friend, how wrong can you be?

He's heading to the ground floor on escalator. Confirm your 5-5.

5-5 confirmed.

They're splitting up.

Camden Lock, Saturday, 11.

That was quick.

Did we get any of it?

Ash: Got all of it.

Hello, Trish. Everything all right with you?

Good, thanks.

You? Yeah. And what about you?

Being a good boy for your mum?

Yes.

See you later.

Yeah, ta-ta. You take care.

Song plays: Who Do You Think You Are? by The Spice Girls

♪ The race is on to get out of the bottom ♪
♪ The top is high So your roots are forgotten ♪
♪ Giving is good as long as you're getting ♪
♪ What's driving you? It's ambition I'm betting ♪
♪ I said, who do you think you are? ♪
♪ Do you think you are? ♪
♪ I said, who... ♪

(He cocks g*n)

♪ You have got to swing it Shake it, move it, make it... ♪

(Click)

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

(Engine stops)

Yeah, I'm... I'm on a job this weekend so I'll call you when I'm free and we'll, er... we'll do it all again, yeah?

Pending a better offer.

HE LAUGHS Yeah.

Like that's going to happen.

(He laughs)

(Engine starts)

A bit full of himself.

Full of something.

What is he? Flying squad?

Yeah, we worked a couple of cases together when I was there.

Better the devil you know.

Ah.

That's romantic.

Val, let's talk about the weather instead.

I still don't know why we can't visit.

The hospital's a long way away, baby.

You've got school and everything. You're better off here.

I am going to be fine.

You know the guardian angels I keep telling you about?

Well, everyone's got one.

You, Stella. Cal's got one, haven't you, Cal?

Yeah, sure.

And I've got one too. So, there's no problem.

You just be good for your brother. All right?

Come here.

SHE SIGHS Remember, anyone asks, I've gone to...

A funeral abroad. I know.

Especially work.

If that cow at the agency gets a sniff that I'm having an operation...

I can handle it, Mum, yeah?

Look, look, I'm 18. You're not doing nothing illegal.

Everything's cool, OK?

I don't want cool, Cal.

I want safe.

Come here.

It's going to be fine, OK?

Yeah.

Look after yourself.

You too.

(Engine idles)

Let's wave to Mum.

(Subdued chatter)

All right? I thought Cartwright wanted to meet us.

Yeah, he's just reading the obituaries.

What for?

Cheer himself up.

You said you liked the double chocolate ones.

Yeah. Thanks.

Good lad. Good lad, good lad.

Valerie!

Yeah. Right, hold on.

(She clears throat)

So, our biggest asset...

Xav.

.. is a paranoid little bastard so full-time ground surveillance was never an option.

Yeah, changes his phones more often than he changes his socks.

But he's reassuringly tight with his crew, which means they keep calling him on phones that we're up on.

These three calls were logged yesterday in tandem with your ground surveillance.

187 to Xavier, prior to the meet.

Then 187 to Xavier again.

After the arrangement at Camden Lock.

And the third was Xavier ringing back to confirm.

He needed authority.

From someone bigger than him.

From someone who might be there.

(Distant sirens wail)

What's that smell?

He's your best friend. You'd better tell him.

(He gasps and coughs)

(Knock at door)

What's happening?

Whoo! That looks tasty.

Thanks.

For God's sake.

(Dish clatters)

So, um... who wants pizza?

Yeah!

I don't know about this.

I like my Saturday mornings off.

Get used to it.

One of the more admirable qualities of your workaday crim. They never clock off.

Anyway, it's not like you're looking for a transfer out.

Really?

And I know the reason.

I'm all ears.

Brunette, 5'9", loves a chocolate biscuit.

Piss off.

She's got a boyfriend anyway.

Valerie reckons it's not serious.

Really?

(He sniggers)

Kim, over radio: 'From Kim.'

Speak of the devil.

Receiving. You can stop shopping for your poncho now.

Har-dee-har.

No visual yet.

All right. Game face on. We're close.

Cal: Do you like that?

Stella: Yeah, I like it.

Yeah, you like that. Yeah, mate, definitely having that.

Mate!

(He laughs)

You scared the life out of me, bruv.

Nice bike.

Yeah. Going to get myself one.

What? Nick it, yeah?

No, mate, I earn the money.

Yeah.

You're all right, though, yeah?

Buster.

Benji, mate. How's it going?

You?

Going good.

Making a good score at the garage.

And the broads love a brother in overalls, know what I'm saying?

But, hey, 40 grand of debt and the dole queue, I got to respect that.

Later, yeah?

All right, man. Catch you in a bit, bro.

See you later, kids.

Say bye. Say bye.

Stella: Bye.

He imitates: "Bwoads luv a bruvver in overalls, innit?"

HE SCOFFS Right, look what I've got.

For me, yeah? Mate, you shouldn't have.

Yeah, right.

Look at that. Do you like that?

Stella: Yeah.

That's very me.

Stick it in your rucksack, will you?

Kim: 'I have visual. Xav plus two, heading my way.

'They've gone into the Inverness Street Market.'

OK. Hold your 5-5.

Whoever Xav reports to must be close.

Cal! Cal!

I can't find Frankie!

What?

I can't find Frankie!

Um... where... where were you?

We were in there.

He went in with you?

Yeah.

Frankie!

(Horn sounds)

Frankie!

(Indistinct chatter)

From Kim. Confirm Xav and boys are still in the market.

This is Ash. I see the other guy. Red hoodie entering the market. Meet is on.

HE PANTS Frankie!

Business is business.

That's right.

Heard you'd been selling in my manor. Thought we should talk about that.

Good.

Well, there's plenty of business to go round.

You want to talk terms.

That's very smart. I'll talk to my boy.

(Keypad beeps)

Tommy, he's making a call.

(Phone rings)

Ash: 'I think it's someone close.'

No, I don't have their phone.

OK, we need eyes on everyone in and out.

Whoever joins this meet is our priority.

(Rings)

What's your name, star?

My name's, er...

Judge Dredd, dickhead!

Huh? You want a w*r, yeah? You got one, bruv!

Ash: Go! Go!

Move! Move! Move! Move!

(Screaming)

sh**t him!

(g*nsh*t)

sh**t him, man! sh**t him!

(g*n clicks)

It's jammed, bruv.

(g*n explodes, he screams)

(Screaming and shouting)

Come here! Come...

No, no!

(Police sirens wail)

Sorry, mate.

I've got eyes!

He's 4-1 down Arlington Road!

He's heading to the Lock.

(Sirens wail)

Move! Move! Move! Move! Move!

Take off! Move! Move! Move! Move!

Out the way!

Watch where you're going!

Out the way! Out the way! Out the way, now!

Frankie!

Are you all right?

Please don't do that.

You weren't supposed to run.

What you playing at?

What? What?

What you going to do, huh? Huh? Huh?

(Police sirens wail)

(Gate clanks, g*nsh*t)

(People shout)

Woman: Oh, my God!

(Splash)

(Police sirens wail)

Man: Oi! What you doing?!

(He grunts)

Get off me! Get off me!

Armed police! Armed police! Stay where you are!

(Police sirens wail)

Kim and Martin, best make yourself scarce.

(Police sirens wail)

Man: Hands on your head now! Hands on your head!

That was a total mash!

I am not getting sh*t up!

That is way beyond. Way beyond. Not in the terms and conditions.

I told you we should not move in on their manor.

You know the reason.

Extra cash for this down payment. Yeah, I know that.

Oh, and that bloody Spain thing?

I am not going to get a quick 100 grand together by getting a hole put in me.

Yes?

Look, there ain't nothing for it, Xav.

What have the boys been saying? Hm?

We need to get tooled up.

Christ almighty!

I made it clear to every one of you, the importance of working under the radar!

We reacted to a situation.

Getting arrested, for God's sake?

Now I'm going to have every tosser with a dress uniform and a swivel chair wanting to know who we are and, more importantly, what budget we're bloody funded from!

And that's what matters?

You're damned right it does!

And your job, let me remind you, is to listen.

So, listen!

I expect them to think.

Yeah, fine.

But don't expect them not to care.

Right, get your coat on. Come on.

Let's go and bust Ronnie Biggs out of the clink.

(He winces)

(Low chatter)

(Lock clicks, door creaks shut)

So, you checked out.

Unit.

What does Unit do?

Anyway, what you did back there... looks like you at least give a toss.

I'm DI Gemmill. Mobile dr*gs and Organised Crime Squad.

Not as catchy as yours but it does what it says on the tin.

You can charge the kid?

Long as we get a positive ID.

There's no prints on the w*apon. The canal saw to that.

Need a witness or we'll have to bail him.

Baikal 1ZH79 facsimile handgun.

Built to fire a gas cartridge.

But drill out the barrel.

Hey presto! Bang, bang.

Hm.

So, who's doing the doctoring?

Some sweetheart.

I think it's the same person putting most of these out there.

We connect every one of these we pick up to ten crimes, a dozen, maybe more.

All yours for a few hundred quid.

(He snorts)

That's cheap.

Yeah, it's risky.

Converting them's skilled work but using one can easily blind you.

Or cost you three fingers, like matey this afternoon.

Yeah, well, took his chances.

Report on the sh**ting today.

Now, if I knowingly let you read it, it'll be my job.

Just remembered, I've left my lippy in the evidence room.

Camera on your phone, yeah?

(Door opens)

Detective: And this is the person that you identified?

Yeah.

Er... the g*n went off, and then, um... as soon as he heard the sirens and that, he threw it in the water.

So, you didn't actually see him f*ring the sh*t?

He sh*t Benji.

There was other people there. I mean, they would have seen it. They must have.

Is there anyone you want us to call?

No.

Officer: I know you're frightened. Take your time.

I don't see him.

None of these were the one who fired.

All right?

Afternoon.

Tommy: How you doing?

Sadder and wiser.

Police report's in there.

The Martian I spoke to, she was all right.

There are some numbers we can get up on.

Valerie: Good.

Come on. Stay with me.

Snitch.

He just saw his best mate get sh*t.

You OK?

I'm cold.

Men murmur: Baby-sitting.

Yeah, exactly.

Is there no-one to pick them up?

No, he's on his own.

(She sighs)

(Car starts)

Ralph: What we going to do?

(Inaudible reply)

Ralph: Yeah, well, we could.

Ralph: Cinema?

Hannah: Do we have to?

Ralph: Well, you've got your bikes, haven't you? We could do anything.

Hi.

Here he is.

Just in time. Hello, darling.

Hiya.

You all right, babe? How's it going, you guys?

Hello!

Good to see you.

How's it going?

All right, Ash?

Right, hold your plate up.

Mm. Well, so, come on, then. This new job. What are you doing?

What is it? Not still nicking spliffs off schoolkids?

Dad!

Have you seen the size of some of them schoolkids?

Oh, come on. She's not interested anyway.

But you and me, we're both law enforcement.

Lorna, did you know your dad was a copper?

Do you know what? He might have been. Never mentions it.

You.

(They laugh)

(Knock at door)

(Birdsong outside)

You all right, Buster?

Heard about what happened, mate.

Sickener.

He was a good lad.

Prospects and that.

Yeah.

Is your mum in?

No, she's, er...

Look, I'll be fine, man.

Just got to hold it together, you know, for, um... Stella and Frank.

Mm.

If there's anything I can help with...

Like what?

You need to be careful, mate.

I thought I'd come and let you know, ain't it?

(Youths cheer, police siren wails)

(Youths chatter and laugh)

They've lost the case.

I really think we should tell her.

No!

(He sighs)

If... if we tell her, then what's she going to do?

She's going to discharge herself a day after the operation, and you really think that's going to make her better?

We want her back here better, don't we?

Trust me, Stella, OK?

OK?

Good girl.

(Phone rings)

Hello?.. Hi, Mum.

Everything's fine.

(He grunts, keypad beeps)

(Phone rings)

(Phone beeps)

Heard you can sort me out with items.

Says who?

'Barney Rubble.'

Oh, yeah? How's he doing?

She's doing fine since the op.

How many do you want?

Six.

(Banging at door)

It's open.

There's a geezer here, wants six.

'When's next delivery again?'

Wednesday.

Have them for you a week's time.

These things of yours, they're safe?

'What do you mean?'

They work properly?

Of course they're proper.

OK. I know.

Did you ever sell to anybody called Fitz?

You think I know where they end up? No idea.

I've got people does that for me.

'Sales people, understand? What people do is their business.'

Geezer takes a hacksaw to his Mrs, and cuts her up into little pieces.

What they going to do? Go and arrest everyone in B&Q?

It's the same thing.

It's not my tins what do people. It's people what do people.

Now, you want them or not?

Yeah.

Well, then, we get in touch.

(Phone beeps)

(He sighs)

(Door rattles)

(Door rattles)

(Door rattles)

(Door rattles)

(He pants)

(He gasps)

(He sobs)

(He groans)

(He sobs)

(He sighs)

Hi.

Tell me.

Gunsmith: 'It's not my tins what do people. It's people what do pe...'

I can't listen any more.

What is it?

(He sighs)

Fitz? sh*t that kid dead. He walked.

This boy, he's... he's sailing along. Something hits him.

Bang. Yeah, that... that's life, innit?

All I'm doing is eavesdropping on it.

Come on, mate.

It's all right for you, waltzing out with your new mates.

How am I supposed to make a difference?

How am I going to be able to help him?

This is... useless! Stupid!

Stop that.

For your information, I expect you to get off of those crutches and back out there with me.

But it's going to take time.

You care about what happened to this kid?

Yeah.

So, what are you going to do about it?

Look at this. Xav's straight on the phones. Wants his own heaters now.

(Birds tweet, plane rumbles)

(Indistinct chatter)

sh*t.

Never tell a man bad news before he putts.

Docker: It's not bad news, just news.

It's going to take a little longer to get the money together.

I need that money now.

I know, Elliot.

But 100 grand? Just to get a meeting?

It's not just any meeting, though, is it?

(Inaudible chatter)

How short are you?

Are you taking the piss?

Xavier: 'I heard you could sort me out with items.'

Gunsmith: 'Says who?'

Xavier calls him direct. From a phone we were up on?

I know. Sloppy. It's not like him. Camden must have spooked him.

What about the phone he's calling?

No, nothing since this. Probably only uses it for incoming.

You know what? This could be the guy the copper was on about.

The guy doctoring the g*ns. You coming?

Good round?

Yeah, good test. But if I do choose to become a member here, I think I might have to talk to the Captain about some of the slow play out there.

HE TUTS Pity.

Oh? You on the committee?

Me? No, I'm just a bloke with a feeling for... who fits where.

You with me? Got to know your place. Isn't that right?

Thing is, if you showed your face here again, I'd predict... difficulties for you in certain areas.

What kind of areas?

Everyday areas. Quality-of-life areas.

Like chewing your food.

Going to the toilet.

Didn't like your coffee, did he, Dave?

(He chuckles) Half a lager, please.

Cartwright: What's your point?

We can trail Xavier, wait for him to pick up the delivery, then we take the g*ns down along with the guy who supplies them.

But that means arresting Xavier.

No. You're not moving in on my prize asset.

Take Xavier out of play now, we lose our link up the chain.

Yeah, I know that. I...

I'm about to talk to the Minister about continued funding.

If I even hinted that we might be starting again from square one, they'd pull the plug on us, guaranteed.

20 g*ns. Ten crimes per g*n.

That's 200 people with a barrel shoved in their face.

I want the big scalps as much as anyone.

But we can't just let this bastard put g*ns out onto the street and get away with it.

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

I...

He is right, though.

Let me tell you something. My girl... you know my little girl?

She wants to go down Camden this weekend with her mates.

You know, the Lock where an innocent kid just got sh*t dead?

You came here to play the long game, remember?

We can't all live in portered flats with city views and electrified gates.

Spare me the class w*r, right?

Enough.

All right?

But Martin's right, Ash. You can't have it both ways.

So, we need to get in between Xav and the g*ns.

All right. Fine. How?

I want to hear the rest of that intercept.

(Machinery whirs)

You talk to the cozzers?

They can't do nothing, can they? About anything.

Look, the other night, they, um...

What?

They put a mark on my front door.

Fitz and his crew.

What? What, you knew?

They come round, innit?

I heard some talk.

Fitz and his mob calling you a grass.

What am I supposed to do, Buster, man?

I got... I got to protect Frankie and Stella.

(Train rumbles)

It's tough. No doubt.

But there's two worlds, yeah?

There's the world we'd all like to live in and there's the real one underneath it, Cal.

Take any pub round here.

You want a rock of cr*ck for a tenner, a passport for a couple of hundred.

You talk to the right bloke in the corner, 500 quid later, you're walking out with some firepower in your pocket.

People like Fitz, they like to send out a message.

It's just sometimes you want to get your retaliation in first.

You think I should get a g*n?

You need any help... give me a call.

His voice goes up at the end, so he's asking a question.

Two long words, then a short one.

(Distorted chatter on phone)

Can we isolate it?

(Distorted voices)

The software can pick up syllable sounds if they're strong enough.

(Syllable sounds repeat)

(Recording repeats, syllable sounds)

That might be good enough for recognition.

Hm.

Well, if it's a delivery, the first question's got to be...

When?

(Distorted voice)

I can't do much with that.

(Distorted voice)

Three syllables.

(Distorted voice)

(Distorted voice)

Wednesday?

Or Saturday.

Let's hope it's a Wednesday.

Why?

Well, we don't like working weekends, do we, Marty?

Come on.

Got an idea.

Hello. Danny Kane's dad.

Right. Do you want to take a seat?

Head will be with you in a minute. Is anyone else coming?

No.

Only me.

He's not a bad lad.

He's a bit of a character is all.

Like his old man.

You got kids?

I have kids, yeah.

Hey, Miss. Saw that husband of yours at Camden Lock on Saturday.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. He was running like a nutter.

I think he was chasing someone or something.

Hello, Smoke.

Oh.

Ah!

Why do you always run?

I don' know. Force of habit.

That was swift, Smoke. You been training?

So, what happened to you?

Good hearing?

It was fair.

Even with your poison dripping in his ear.

Overstating my influence. Purse strings are tight.

Especially with an almighty cock-up at Camden Lock fresh in the memory.

If I didn't know better, I'd say that you'd been trying to keep this little venture of yours... a secret from me.

I'm interested in stopping criminals.

Best to keep the police out of that, in my experience.

And you're the solution to crime, is that right, Jack?

That what you've got your merry little band believing, is it?

Ash: g*ns.

Replicas.

Convert them up, it's very nasty.

Boys, what makes you think I'd...

Come on, Smoke.

If it's coming in and out of this town then you know about it, your prints on it or not.

So, what? You're a smuggler?

I help the squeezed middle. The hard-working people of this country enjoy a drink without having to take out a mortgage.

And let them go blind in the process.

Unfair.

I enforce strict quality control. My Bulgarian Cava has won awards.

We know there's a delivery Wednesday.

Yeah, we want to know where.

If I could help, I would.

Oh, what's in here, Smoke?

This feels heavy.

(Box clinks)

Delivery. Wednesday. g*ns.

Probably coming in from Poland.

It's Lithuanian! Don't drop the box!

If this gets back to me...

You know us better than that.

(Box clinks)

Twice a week, it's possible there might be a drop-off.

(Box clinks)

Lorry park, M3 services.

Thank you, Smokie.

(He grunts)

Ash.

This ain't Customs business.

We've diversified.

Tommy. He going to be OK?

We scope the handover, follow whoever picks the weapons up.

He takes us back to the bastard who converts them.

We call in the Old Bill. They make the arrest on both of them.

The g*ns never get to Xavier.

And he stays in play.

I want everyone on this, do you hear me?

Any reference to Cartwright or this Unit... any rule they bend, any mistake they make, I want to know.

Next time he goes up there with his cheap tie on, asking for more money, I'm making sure they put an end to this... abortion.

Hello?

Hello, hello. How's it going?

Oh, watch out, I've got wet hands.

(Squeals and laughter)

Stop it! Stop it!

I got you.

Mum! Mum, can I please have some juice?

Yes, course you can.

Kid at school saw you in Camden at the weekend.

Yeah, I was on a tail. I could tell you who, but I'd have to k*ll you.

Someone got sh*t. It's been all over the news.

Yeah, I know. That's just mental.

Right, so you weren't...

What?

In the middle of all that.

g*ns? sh**ting? Me? Come on.

I'd run a mile. And I hope each of you would be just as smart.

Oh, no.

(Squealing)

You got nothing to worry about.

Come on! These two, on the other hand... You're not getting away!

You're coming with me!

Come on!

No!

Hey, look at that.

(They chuckle)

(Text alert)

(Trampoline bouncing, mobile beeps)

Frankie!

Help!

OK. It's OK.

It's OK. It's OK. OK.

Come here.

(Phone rings)

'Hello?'

Yeah, Buster, it's me.

'What's good?'

Yeah, you know that thing we were talking about?

'Yeah?'

Yeah, I need one.

That'll make it up to 100 grand.

(Girls laugh)

No talking you out of this, then, is there?

You tell Xav from me, I ask for this.

I expect it to happen without me touching any cash.

That's what he's there for, yeah?

So, where did you get this then?

Took it out the wife's side of the mattress, didn't I?

(Girls laugh)

How can I help you?

I put the money where he told me.

He'll leave the thing.

Same place.

When you're done with it, he said you should bring it back to me.

I'll pass it on and he'll clean you off it, yeah?

I know you didn't want this... but you're going to be walking out that door with that weight in your pocket.

You understand?

Hm. Big order.

We got the customers, innit?

Your boys keep bringing them in, then it's happy days.

I tell them to keep it coming.

Give the next one a couple of weeks though, eh? Off on holiday.

Where to?

Thailand. Always fancied it.

Why not?

Business is blooming.

Tommy: 'Anything doing?'

Er... not yet. Couple of possible collectors.

'No sign of delivery.'

Berlin?

In position.

Quiet this side.

Mm, mm, mm!

Sir.

Salad?

(Text alert)

All right.

Fair enough.

(Mobile beeps)

Lithuania.

Thank you, Lithuania.

From Madrid, possible target. Big slug, Lithuanian plates.

'Hold positions. Collectors could be running south after the handover.'

I need to see the back end.

Grey Transit van.

Sierra 448... Yankee, Alpha, Victor.

Driver looking a little antsy.

Try and keep eyes on.

'We go with the grey van when it moves.'

Hopefully, it takes us right up to the prick who does these things up.

Transit doors are open.

Handover imminent.

From Madrid. Ready to spark on my signal.

(Quiet conversation in own language)

'Hold on. Got a delivery driver moving their way.'

No.

She's heading straight for them.

No, no, no, no!

(He gives order)

Easy.

(He laughs, g*n clicks)

'In pursuit!'

Ash! Ash!

(Pins fall, they chuckle)

Hey, what... what you doing, man? Hey, what you doing? Hey!

Get your boys, bruv.

(Mobiles bleep)

That's all Fitz's crew.

'Someone's pulled on Fitz.'

'Don't know. Some guy.'

'Got some sort of bike on his jacket. He's going to sh**t him!'

sh*t.

(Keypad bleeps)

(Phone rings)

Stella?

'Don't do it, Cal.'

Who's this?

'Doesn't matter. A friend. I'm asking you, Cal. Don't do it.'

He's got it coming.

No.

You pull that trigger, what about you?

You end up exactly where he is, looking down the barrel.

Can't let it stand.

It was an accident, man!

I didn't mean to sh**t your mate! I only meant to try and scare them off.

You painted the front door!

No!

You threw that bottle! You could have k*lled my brother!

That weren't me, man!

Listen, I'm sorry, man. Nobody was...

I didn't mean to sh**t your mate.

Cal.

For your sake. For Stella. For Frankie.

Please, please! Please, please, man! Don't sh**t! Hey, look, I'm not even carrying!

You're a liar!

I'm not!

Look, man!

I'm sorry. I should have never listened to him.

'Cal? Cal, are you still there?'

Who?

He said all Xav's lot were carrying.

But they weren't!

He said we had to retaliate. He said...

'Cal, answer me. Are you still there?

'Cal!'

He said we had to retaliate first!

Who?

'Cal!'

Who?

Cal! No, no, no, no, no!

Come here!

Come here!

Ash!

Grab hold!

Come on. Come on, come on.

(Fitz moans)

He's leaving. He didn't sh**t him.

(He chuckles)

How much?

How much what, Cal?

How much you making from selling those g*ns?

There was no other guy in the caff, was there?

You painted the front door and you threw the bottle, and you gave him the g*n that k*lled Benji!

You! And then what? What?

You're going to sell the g*n that's used to put one in me?

No, course not! I'd never do that, man!

I'm stopping it, man. I'm stopping you.

No, no, no, no, no!

Hundred.

100 quid!

That's my commission on every sale.

I had to earn it with you, though, eh?

Come on, big man.

You wanted to k*ll that little sh*t and that's what you should have done.

Now look at you.

It's true what they say, though, eh?

Holding one, feeling the weight of it.

Feels good, don't it?

Feels strong.

Feels like you could do... anything.

(g*n explodes)

Aaargh!

Aargh! I can't see!

Aaargh!

(He sobs)

(Buster sobs)

Woman: '999. Which service do you require?'

Ambulance, please.

'Can you tell me what happened?'

There's been an accident.

'What's your location?'

(Buster sobs)

(Buster coughs)

(Buster sobs)

What can I do for you, then, mate?

How about ten to 20, intent to endanger life?

(Banging on door)

Armed police!

Hands on your head now!

(He groans)

Put your hands on your head now!

(Police officers shouting)

Suspect secure!

(Knock at door)

Paperweight.

We made a difference.

We drew attention to ourselves.

He came at me so I punched him.

I don't know. It was just... instinctive.

I just reacted.

Well, that's it.

When it counts, the good ones don't think. They act.

Get you another one?

(Text alert)

Just a sec.

(Keypad beeps)

(Phone beeps)

These are on me.

Yeah, all right.

So, can I get two of them and...

Hey.

You all right?

Sir.

Ah!

So this is it. This is it, our watering hole.

(Kim chuckles)

You sure about that?

No doubt.

Mal saw them wheeling him into the back of the police van.

Need to look elsewhere for them g*ns.

Maybe.

There's the rest. From him.

He's serious, then?

Oh, he's serious.

Just make sure you get that 100 grand where it needs to be.

Oh, cheers. Thanks for that, yeah.

There you are. Have a lovely day.

And you. Bye.

Hiya.

You all right?

Let's look at you.

How are you feeling?

Yeah. Oh, not too bad, actually.

You paint the front door?

Yeah, it's a surprise for you.

Oh. The man of the house, eh?

Yeah.

Mum, er... yeah. There's some things I need to talk to you about.

What sort of things?

Mum! You're better!

Oh, darling! Oh! Oh, you see?

I told you I had a guardian angel. SHE CHUCKLES Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot. You don't believe, do you?

Well, um... I may have been wrong about that.

Yeah? Come on, then.

What you been eating?

Children: Pizza.

Pizza? What, just pizza?

Yeah, no...

Pizza and more pizza?

We had a banana this morning.

Great, weren't it?

Yeah.

Mm, I forgot, we got that sh**t from Camden Lock.

Yeah?

Mm-hm.

Thought you didn't have a witness.

Didn't. He dobbed himself.

Punter at a bowling alley recorded him cough it all up when somebody gave him a taste of his own medicine.

What?

No.

Pulled on him. Didn't fire.

Ah.

So, who was it?

Don't know. Kid. Hood up.

None of Fitz's crew would say even if they recognised him.

See, didn't I tell you? It's good news, isn't it?

Hey, Val. Val!

Yeah?

What did I tell you about this guy? He's my boy, here. A good little listener, a keeper.

What's the matter?

Work it out.

Hey. Feel like stretching those legs?

Am I seeing things or did he just give 100 grand to One Direction?

All right, let's see where this money goes.

You know what they do when they're owed?

It won't come to that.

It always comes to that!

Roach: When was the last time we actually hurt anybody?

(Shouting)

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

Ash, what if we could get the money back?

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