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and strong violent scenes from the outset.

(MENACING MUSIC)

My wife and son were killed in a hit-and-run seven years ago.

He was paid to crash into your wife.

It was a targeted kill.

What's to say he's not trying to - fuck with your mind now? - Nothing.

But I can't risk finding out that he isn't.

(SPEAKS ALBANIAN)

(PASSERS-BY SCREAMING)

Someone's trying to frame me for this cocaine spiking.

I had nothing to do with it. I don't care.

Sean is out there on his own, so we need to catch up with him

before someone else does.

Sean, stop!

You want to get on the helicopter, you tell me what I need to know.

What's his fucking name?!

You can't kill me. I'm Sean fucking Wallace! I'm a proper fucking cunt!

(DISTANT PIERCING SCREECH)

(SCREECHING CONTINUES)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Moe? MOE: Yeah, I'm up here.

- Did you get any? - Sonnex is charging double. Says the streets are dry.

Do you know what? You need to go back out.

You need to score some - fucking more money, Ali. - Fuck off.

Why's it always me? Because you fucking owe me.

How many times have I saved your fucking skin? I found us this place -

(DISTANT SCRAPING AND THUDDING)

(DISTANT SCRAPING AND THUDDING)

You said this place was empty.

Ssh!

(CLATTERING)

(FAINT CLINKING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(FLOORBOARD CREAKS)

(DISTANT VOICES) (FLOORBOARD CREAKS)

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

(Come.)

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

SEAN: (DISTANT) I'm a Wallace! I'm Sean fucking Wallace!

I'm a proper fucking cunt!

(GUNFIRE)

(Ssh. Keep still.)

(Still.)

(SILENCE)

(Go and have a look.) (You go!)(No. You fucking go.)

(Fucking go now. Just go.)

(GUNFIRE)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(FLOORBOARD CREAKS AND GLASS CLATTERS)

(Fuck!)

(Ssh.)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(BOTTLE CLATTERS SOFTLY)

(THUDDING AND SCRAPING)

(DOOR SLAMS)

Fuck.

Come on, Moe. We have to go now.

I've seen that guy around. He lives near here.

I got a better idea.

What?

Do you know how much this guy is worth?

You've done me a great favour killing Sean Wallace.

Thank you.

(SOFT WHOOPING AND GIGGLING)

Ssh.

It's no use, lad. We've lost 'em.

Look, I wanna find Sean, as much as you, believe me.

But we can't drive around all night.

Luan's men'll be onto us.

Billy.(PHONE BUZZES) This is the third time

we've been down this fuckin' street. What's the plan?(TYRES SCREECH)

(PHONE BUZZES) What are you playing at?

You gonna answer that? (PHONE BUZZES)

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. OK.

No.

I'm sorry, son.

He's alive, they're... they're lying.

Two guys brought the body to Luan.

Sean's dead, Billy.

(THUMPS DOOR)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(SNIFFS DEEPLY)

(FAINT CREAKING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(Sean?)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

'I've missed you so much.' I miss you too.

'I will never let you go again.'

It's too late.

(GASPS SOFTLY)

632.

That's the official number.

Not including unreported deaths.

Then there's the survivors:

brain damage,

psychosis,

seizures... What do you want?

I read your file. Oh, it's compelling stuff.

How does someone so exemplary, so...

...committed to doing the right thing,

become a heartless prick overnight?

What... do... you want?

I would like you to hand yourself in.

We'll ensure a shorter sentence, as a thank-you for your co-operation.

And guess what? You get to live in the knowledge that you gave justice

to those victims, that you paid for your crimes.

My crimes?

And you can... prove that, can you?

Thank you, for your offer, but I think I'm gonna pass.

Mr Carter, I get what I want...

...in the end.

What the fuck was the mayor doing here?(GRUNTS)

It wasn't to enquire about my health.

(DISTANT CHATTER)

Look like she's got plain clothes tailing me.

I need to find Sean.

Sean's dead, Elliot.

Tonight.

Word is someone collected the bounty from Luan.

What are you doing? I think the person who killed Sean...

...also did our driver.

I need to find him. (GRUNTS)

So what're you thinking? I don't know.

But I have to talk to Luan.

OK. But what about your police friends outside?

Can you hold 'em off?

I'm parked on level three.

My daughter will be four tomorrow.

I can finally pay for a real party.

With balloons, cake... magicians!

Ah, kids don't like magicians no more.

Oh, they do.

Nah. It's all Marvel and fucking Paw Patrol, bro.

What you spend it on then? I don't know.

Sex and drugs and rock'n'roll. (LAUGHS)

Oh... and a nice little gaff by the river.

So I can look down on them cunts that used to ignore us.(LAUGHS)

Whoo!

(MUSIC PLAYS FAINTLY)

Go and get some drinks, yeah? Let's have a fucking party.

My man.

Stella.

Two bottles of champagne, please.

(SOFTLY) Yes.

You rolling like that, yeah?

So, earlier today man didn't even have enough for a bag.

Yo, how much dick did you have to suck to get that kind of P?

Don't talk to me like that.

Or what? What you gonna do?

Come on, pussyhole. (CACKLES)

I wouldn't talk like that to the man who killed Sean Wallace.

(SINISTER MUSIC)

Yeah, two bags, Sonnex, then get the fuck out our faces.

Come on.

Yeah.

Are you fucking stupid?

- What? - You can't go round saying you killed Sean fucking Wallace.

You're a liability, man.

MAN: Yeah? Billy, it's me.

(INTERCOM BUZZER)

It is the middle of the night. You were sleeping, were you?

Toast?

I told you to keep him alive.

I don't take orders from you. You have no idea what you've done!

This one here... killed my daughter.

The guy who killed the driver...

who ran me over earlier and took Sean.

Did he bring him to you?

It was dark.

Maybe.

But there were two.

And why would the spiker kill Sean?

- No, they were associates. - Yeah, we may've been wrong about that.

What the fuck you talking about now? Luan, Sean might have been innocent

No! He did it.

With Billy and Cornelius.

And they're gonna fucking pay for it, man.

Look, I need to find these guys. Have you got a location?

I'll take you there. No. No.

Sooner or later, Marian's gonna find out

you've got her son's dead body in the boot of your car.

You have your own problems to deal with?

(INTENSE RAP MUSIC)

(PHONE PINGS AND BUZZES)

(RINGING TONE)

(MAN ANSWERS)

Look, I did everything you asked.

(INDISTINCT REPLY)

I don't know. The place was empty. No-one saw me.

(INDISTINCT REPLY)

Where are they now?

OK. I'll find them.

(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS)

Mrs Wallace,

Luan Dushaj is here to see you.

Oh, my God.

(GUNS COCKED)

What have you done?

I'm sorry it has come to this

but your son was responsible for the death of my daughter.

And I cannot let that be.

I only have respect for you, Marian.

And I do not want a war with you.

But I must kill those responsible:

Billy... and Cornelius.

I swear I will not harm you - as long as you stay out of my way.

I hope... we can come to an agreement.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SPEAKS ALBANIAN)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Ask your friends around, yeah?

- Any luck? - They say there's some guys at Sullivans

boasting about killing Sean Wallace.

(ENGINE REVS AND TYRES SCREECH)

Fuck it. (LAUGHS)

Another round on me, guys! (CHEERING)

Stella, 20 of your finest beers, please.

To that dead prick, Sean Wallace,

who's made us rich men. (LAUGHS)

What did I fucking tell you? We're with friends here, so...

I'm gonna go to the little boys room, yeah?

Whilst I'm gone, keep your big fucking mouth shut.

OK? Alright.

Alright.

Chill.

(LAUGHS)

CORNELIUS: You know this place?

BILLY: Yeah, full of junkies.

You good? Yeah.

You sure? I said I'm fucking ready.

It wasn't easy taking down a Wallace.

Looks like a... a weak cunt, but he had a killer right hook.

Bang! He caught me here.

So... I got pissed off and I said to him,

"Fuck you, Sean Wallace. I'm not scared of you or your family!"

Bash!

Fair play, lad.

Then what did Sean say?

Cos I say... fuck the Wallaces.

(CHUCKLES) Every last one of them.

Hm?

I'll break.

And you... can tell me how you did that little cunt in.

(URINE SPLASHES)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

So then Moe pinned him down,

I picked up the gun and held it to his head.

And what did Sean do?

Pissed his fucking pants. (CHUCKLES)

Oi, you fucking -

Moe!

Moe!

Argh! (YELLS)

(MUFFLED SHOUTS)

No, please, I haven't done anything.

Fuck! Fuck!

Oh, fuck!

No, no, no, bro... (YELLS)

(CRIES OUT) No, no! Please, please!

Fuck!

Really?

(CRUNCHING) (SCREAMS)

(TEETH CRUNCH)

Fucking junkies. (WHIMPERS)

Get up, you little shit.

I would like nothing better than to kill you myself.(GRUNTS)

But... I think the lad - might have other ideas. - Ughh!

(GROANS)

Please, man, please.

Please. I swear I haven't fucking done anything.

Go on, Billy boy! (GASPS)

Hey, wait, wait, wait!

There is a bag of money over by the sink. It's yours, man, take it. Fuck!

Please. Please. Argh!

Ali. (GROANS) Fucking hell, man.

(GROANS)

Listen, find the bag.

Man, please just take it. Fucking...

That's your money, man. That... that's yours.

Just let me fucking go.

Yeah? Now, are we cool, bro, yeah, yeah?

Nah. No, no, no!

(MUFFLED SHOUTS)

(GASPS)

(COUGHS AND GAGS)

(MUFFLED CRIES)

(WATER SLOSHES)

(MUFFLED CRIES)

(WATER SLOSHES)

(ROARS ANGRILY)

(MUFFLED ROAR)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(PANTS HEAVILY)

(WEAKLY) Moe.

(TENSE MUSIC)

We... we didn't... we didn't kill Sean, I swear.

What's this then? Pocket money?

We didn't kill...

I swear!

Argh!

(GASPS AND GROANS) (GROWLS ANGRILY)

Argh!

Don't fucking move.

If this is anything to do with your fucking coke,

I told you, we don't know - anything about it. - Put him down.

(GROANS AND GASPS)

Where is he?

The one that killed Sean. (GROANS)

(GROANS AND COUGHS)

(COUGHS)

That's not him.

That's not the guy that took him. See? I told you it wasn't us!

Please. We didn't kill Sean. We just found the body.

I saw who did it. I know who he is. Please

Take him. Get up.

(WHIMPERS)

What the fuck do you think - you're doing? - Shut the fuck up, man.

I need him.

This has got fuck all to do with you!

Sab, go.

Fuck.

(DOOR RATTLES)

(RATTLES HEAVILY)

Right. Easy, easy.

Slow down, slow down. Fuck. Fuck.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TYRES SCREECH)

(ENGINE ROARS)

FUCK!

Fuck!

(CAR THUDS) Hey, slow down. (GROANS) Slow down. Breathe.

We need to find out where Sean's killer is. Get him talking now.

Elliot, he's fucking messed up. Right, bruv. Relax, man.

Fuck this.

(TYRES SCREECH)

Please. Don't hurt me, please.

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

Bruv, chill out, man. What's he saying?

What's he saying?! Just something about his daughter.

What's your name?

Ali. Where are you from, Ali?

I...I move. Right now I am east...

not far from Borough High Street.

You got your own place? No.

Uh... just a... a tent.

Moe found us somewhere but I can't go back there.

How do I know you are not going to kill me?

You help us and we will help you.

Just tell me what you saw? (DISTANT SIRENS WAIL)

I saw the guy that shot Sean Wallace. I recognise him.

He lives in a place near where I sleep

Take me. Please, I told you what I know.

Yeah, but now I have to find out if it's true.

Please, he's gonna kill me. - Yo. - Please, please!(SIRENS WAIL)

Armed police! Do not move! Evening, fellas.

What's all this fuss about? (GUNS COCK) - OFFICER: Don't move. - Oh!

Hey, let's just calm down, yeah? Whoa!

- Put your hands on the car. - What for? - - Do it now. - Don't touch me. - What for?

- Hey! - Get off me, man. I ain't got nothing.

Elliot Carter... Arh! ...you are under arrest

for possession of a firearm with intent to cause violence.

They're all clear, sir.

Sab! Saba!

- Stay back! - Get him talking. Find out what I need to know.

Saba?

(PANTS BREATHLESSLY)

(GRUNTS)

(BEEPS)

(SPEAKS KURDISH)

Hm.

Through here.

I want my phone call. Lines are busy, mate.

Sorry.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Why did you call me here, Eddie?

You've had your pound of flesh...

- but this ends now. - No. Not until I've got Billy and Cornelius.

You think Marian's going to stand for that?

Marian knows what will happen if she will interfere.

Luan, you don't want a war. None of us do.

I'm thinking of my family. So am I.

Let it go, Luan. It's done.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(PHONE BUZZES)

(WATER SPLASHES)

Oh, my boy.

Oh, your hands.

(SOBS)

(SOBS)

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

(RINGING TONE)

Billy.

What the fuck do you want then?

Been a few years, eh, sis?

Long time.

Didn't know family was so important to you.

Always has been. It's you that forgot.

Luan thinks you're to blame for his daughter's death

and he wants you dead.

I can offer you protection.

But I want you to help me destroy those who murdered Sean.

(SOFTLY) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Billy, Billy.

Are you fucking joking? You're the one who left him to die.

Why don't you just say it?

For once, admit that you made a mistake.

Admit that you abandoned us, both of us.

Billy, your mother's right.

You can stand here all-night tearing strips off each other

but fact of the matter is, Sean's dead...

and the cunts that framed us aren't.

The only way for you to get justice for your brother now

is for us to work together.

You can blow each other's brains out after that.

(PHONE BUZZES)

(SPEAKS ALBANIAN)

(MAN SPEAKS ALBANIAN)

(TRAIN RUMBLES OVERHEAD)

(THUDS ON DOOR)

Oi oi!

Hello?!

I want my fucking phone call!

(THUDS ON DOOR)

(TRAIN RUMBLES OVERHEAD)

(THUDS ON DOOR)

Hey!

Boss man, know a guy called Ali?

Nah? You sure? Thanks.

(DISTANT KEYS RATTLE)

(LOCKS CLICKS)

I didn't tell them anything.

I swear, man. I didn't.

I didn't. Please.

(GRUNTS)

(CHOKES)

Shit.

(PHONE BUZZES)

Who's that?

SABA: (ON PHONE) He was dead when we found him. Throat slit.

What do you want me to do?

Go dark. Look after yourself.

I'll be in touch.

Tell Simone Thearle I'm ready to talk.

I need to talk to you...

privately.

Yeah, I'm afraid that's not something I can do.

And even if it was...

Locking me up is pointless. I wouldn't say that.

They tell me that firearm possession is um...

- it's a good ten years. - But I'm not the one you're looking for.

- Mm. - And if you keep me locked up in here, you may never find them.

And what's going on out there can only get worse.

Last night, someone murdered Sean Wallace.

That person is involved in swapping one ton of clean cocaine

for a product laced with fentanyl.

That product made its way into the streets and killed 600 people.

And why would this "someone" do that?

That's what I'm trying to figure out.

An operation that big, they're not working alone.

You find that clean cocaine, you find the people that did this.

So you think they've got your clean cocaine and what,

planning to sell it?

I'm just a concerned citizen. (CHUCKLES) OK.

I've read about you too.

OK.

I know about your brother.

I've lost people also.

And I know how much you want to make a change.

We can help each other.

We have a deal?

(BEEPS)

Come forward.

Stop there.

Licence, please.

Thank you.

What is this? Random spot checks.

Part of the mayor's new war on drugs.

Thank you. I need to check the back.

- Excuse me. - I need to see in the back of the van.

(TENSE MUSIC)

All good. Yeah.

This is your confession.

You sign and date it for a week's time.

And if you don't deliver by then, you're back inside.

And you're not getting out.

My release needs to go through the Dumani lawyers.

This has to look real... for both of us.

Oh, I'm aware.

My entire political career - rests on this. - And my life.

Then you'd better come up with something quick.

The coke's in Belgian beer kegs.

That's what we're looking for.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

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