All language subtitles for MMA.Cop.2025

Come on, you fucking cunt.

Get him, get him, get him.

Stop him.

He's over there.

You better tell me what I want to know.

Right now.

You get me?

Don King Francesco sent us.

He didn't want to take any risks.

He just wanted to make sure you were for real.

It's nothing personal, mate.

You've got to believe me.

You're right.

And you better believe this.

Listen.

This is the real deal.

Take it or leave it.

I thought you said this shit was straight from Cartagena.

This shit ain't Colombian pure grade.

Listen. Don't play with me.

How much you want for this shit, mate?

45 per kilo.

Alright.

What the fuck is this?

45.

45,000.

My job don't pay me like that, you get me?

What is your job?

Nah, bruv.

Oh, cazzo. You wanna fuck with me?

Right.

Where's your fucking steroid boyfriend at?

Fuck you.

The fuck you say to me?

What the hell did you think you were doing?

If your prick was the same size as your fucking brain,

you'd wank with a magnifying glass

and a bloody pair of forceps.

You are a brainless twat!

Uh, let me try and explain to you.

You know, you know policemen.

You've come across policemen before, haven't you?

Well, you are one, well, just.

But normally, policemen are the guy

who find the killers.

They're not the fucking killers!

Look, if it weren't for your dad,

I wouldn't be risking my pension protecting you.

Now, can I actually trust you to go out on the street

and the population of Britain stay the same

from the time you go out to the time you come back?

Can I? No, I fucking can't.

What am I supposed to do with you?

I could get you transferred to my old division

in South Wales.

That would be interesting because mainly,

you would be learning how to shag sheep down there,

so that'd be fine.

But other than that, you're not ever going

on the street again.

Do you get that? Is it crystal clear?

Everything except for the shagging sheep bit.

That'll come to you.

All right, guv'nor, I've changed my ways.

Are you happy?

I can't trust you.

I can't have you on the streets.

I can't have you out there anywhere.

Well, I've got some witness statements.

Yeah, I've got some witness statements for you.

It's even an attractive young lady.

You can't lose.

What do you mean, witness statements?

I'm your best detective.

I need to be out there where the action is!

I do the shouting.

You do the yes-sir-ing.

Yes!

Yes, sir.

And another thing.

That jacket has got more creases on it

than my scrotum.

Get a jacket on.

Look like a proper detective.

Pretend that you're a civilized human being.

Go!

Oh my God!

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes

Miss Daniels?

Hi. I'm uh, Detective Shabazz.

Uh, I'm here to ask you a few questions

about the incident this morning.

I already spoke to an officer on the scene.

And as I said to him, I didn't see much.

Sorry, nurse.

Can you give us a minute, please?

Um, my initial report shows that the lady who was shot, uh,

Louise Smith, collapsed on you

and a car sped away.

Did you know the lady?

No. No.

I was coming out of the coffee shop,

going in the opposite direction.

Did you see anything else? The car?

Who was inside? Any markings?

Detective, I'm really sorry.

Everything happened so fast.

She-- she knocked into me. We fell to the floor.

I don't really remember much, to be honest.

I'm-- I'm really sorry. I-- I-- I can't help further.

Are you hurt badly?

No, not badly.

I've hurt my shoulder, and my jaw, and my hand.

Um, but luckily I do Brazilian jiu-jitsu,

so I'm used to being roughed up a little bit.

Well, uh, okay.

I don't have any further questions, Miss Daniels.

Call me, "Cassie".

Cassie.

Um, we might be in touch if we have

any further questions.

But in the meantime, please take care.

Nice suit, by the way.

Hm.

Yeah, yeah.

No. No.

Listen to me.

I don't want nigger babies.

I only deal with purebloods.

Because that's where I get the best price.

Just make it happen.

So, I heard you didn't get the girl.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

You should know of all people

that incompetence has a very, very high price.

It's Lennox. I want a new team ready.

Yeah. The Horsemen.

Make it so.

Well, well, well.

If it isn't Tyson Shabazz, the new poster boy

for the vice department.

Daniel McGregor.

The guy with the perfect record, yet doesn't know

how to stop crime.

I'm surprised the new mayor doesn't give you accommodation.

Well, if I fucked up as bad as you, you probably would.

I heard Chief Morrison gave you a right bollocky today.

Personally, I'd have you sacked.

I don't know what he sees in you.

'Cause I get results. I don't talk about it.

I be about it.

What?

Using mixed martial arts and brute force

to combat criminals?

They should call you, "MMA cop".

Danny, why are we always clashing heads, man?

Have I done something wrong to you?

Is this about Laura in Personnel?

Because if it is, we ain't done nothing, man.

She just wants to play basketball

with me and my crew.

Sounds like she's spreading her legs for the whole team.

Well, too bad you can't make a jump shot, baby.

Oh yeah, baby!

Oh yeah.

Oh, that's the spot!

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah, oh, in my ass!

Oh yes!

What the fuck was that?

Call it evidence.

Right.

Listen, I'm done for the day, so I'm out of here.

Well, you are, yes.

But not where you thought you were going.

You didn't get your witness statement signed

this morning, so go and get it done.

Guv'nor, come on.

I can do it tomorrow morning.

No, you can't do it tomorrow morning.

We need it now.

And now means you go and do it now.

Thanks a lot, guv'nor.

Ah, hi, Detective Shabazz. What a surprise.

I'm really sorry to disturb you, but I kind of forgot to take

your signature on your statement

and my boss has sent me here to uh, to make sure it's done.

Okay, well, I'm just about to pop the kettle on.

Did you want to come in for a coffee?

Um, yeah, sure.

Yeah, sure, come in.

Yeah, so with all of the restrictions,

I've mainly been working from home.

I travel where I can.

I was in Moscow, then Dubai, Geneva.

But I had a little break in Turkey last month,

which wasn't work.

Did I put enough sugar for you, Detective?

Oh, it's perfect. And call me, "Tyson", please.

But what I don't get is, what exactly do you do

for a job?

Oh, so I'm a journalist.

I used to work for a big corporation,

but I'm a freelance now.

Aha.

What?

It's just that it's been, get the police

and the media recently.

Detest them, defame them, defund them even.

Did I say that?

You people all say that.

My people?

Honey, I started out covering sports

and foreign affairs.

Maybe you people should take a closer look

at how you conduct yourselves.

The police are supposed to protect and serve.

Well, the media are supposed to provide people

with the truth.

I guess some stereotypes just don't hold up to scrutiny.

You want stereotype?

The bribery and corruption in the UK eclipse

any third world country.

Eclipse, yeah?

Like a full moon over Miami.

Well, that doesn't surprise me.

I come easy.

All you need to do is bake me a cake

and I'm all yours.

Well, I hope a cup of tea is enough for now.

Yeah, you're right.

I've bothered you too much today.

Don't be silly. I never have any company.

My girlfriends are always busy.

I just kind of keep myself to myself.

Um, have you got a pen?

Yeah, sure. One moment.

I'll go and grab one.

Okay.

Oh, it started getting dark so early.

Who were they?

I don't know.

But we've got to get out of here.

You listen to me.

I don't tolerate incompetence.

Huh.

Yeah?

Where?

Alright. I'll send a team.

Yo, what the fuck are they doing?

Get down!

What do you mean she got away?

You were on my fucking payroll!

Do you know what that means?

That's right.

Sort it out for your own sake!

Sort it out and don't think of showing your fucking face

here again until you've done it.

Oi.

Listen, cut the fucking bullshit.

Why does somebody want to kill you?

I don't know.

You know as much as I do.

That's the wrong fucking answer.

Try again.

You think it's something that I'm reporting on,

don't you?

It's the only thing that makes sense.

Why don't you tell me about it?

I was merely researching for an article

that hasn't even been published yet.

Go on.

The UK drug trade.

Financiers, where the money's coming from,

where the money's going to.

I had a source, but he was killed

about three months ago.

Executed live on film.

What, and you didn't think it was important

to tell me all this?

Oi, I'm talking to you.

Like I said, the article wasn't even published yet.

Or maybe digging around was enough to paint

a target on your back.

I dug deeper.

This is starting to sound a hell of a lot more

than just sports and foreign affairs.

Have you ever heard about babies getting sold?

What, for sex trafficking?

Worse.

Okay, this is a list of known dealers

I was gathering information on.

Some of them have been found dead

in the last three weeks.

Let me have a look.

Listen, we do this my way.

I trust you.

Yeah, connect me to the UK national grid.

This is the first person on our list.

Alright, you stay in the car.

You'll be alright here.

How the fuck did you get in my house?

I let myself in here.

Get the fuck out of my house.

Gladly.

But not until you answer some fucking questions.

Go and get your salad tossed, pretty boy.

How you doing, Mrs. James?

What the fuck do you care?

'Cause I don't like injustice.

I don't like when that shit happens.

Your lot executed my husband.

You know why.

Because the police love to kill people of colour,

harass innocent people, and enforce the law

of elite parasites.

Leroy controlled 50% of the fucking drugs

in the South West of England.

So he wasn't running for Pope.

But I don't like the way he was killed.

I know there's a lot to be answered for.

What do you want?

The type of merchandise that provides

a hundred times more profit than cocaine.

When Leroy died, so did his empire.

I don't run things the way you might think I do.

So you're telling me you gave up the lavish lifestyle?

Lavish?

Look at where I'm living, pretty boy.

All of our assets were seized.

The only thing I have left is my vibrator.

This is a list of names I need information on.

Do you recognize any of them?

Why should I help you, pig?

These two. And this.

Who are they?

A few months after Leroy died, these guys offered me a deal.

And said it would be worth my while.

Do I look like Mystic Meg?

What fucking deal?

Skin.

Young girls.

Boys.

Babies.

That I could traffic through the same channels

that Leroy used to bring the drugs through.

And you didn't go for it?

Look, I've told you enough.

Where can I find these sons of bitches?

Not the Yellow Pages, habibi.

Albanian social club on Elmhurst Avenue.

And they are not the kind of people you want to fuck with.

I'm somebody you don't want to fuck with.

Too bad you're a cop, habibi.

I've got some lady friends that would really like you?

No thanks.

Close the door on your way out.

God damn pretty boy.

So after a long paper trail, I came to a dead end.

All I could put together is this person or organisation

wiping out these other drug barons and sex traffickers.

Specialising in selling children to the elite.

The elite?

Yeah, you know, celebrities, royalty, the upper echelon

of society.

Or anyone that can match the asking price.

Well, whoever this person is or people.

It's the same motherfuckers that are trying to get you out

of the picture and protect this organisation.

That's right.

Three months and younger. Unvaccinated.

I don't care if they rape or eat it,

so long as they buy it.

2.5 million, sterling.

Because that's the price.

Yes, it is. That's a fair price.

2.5 million.

No, no, no.

You're not listening to me, are you?

You see, this is why I deal with a very specific clientele.

If you want cheap, go to Africa.

Alright.

Alright, now fair enough.

I'll do you a deal.

If you can't afford the price of live skin,

why don't you buy into my latest film?

Should be right up your alley. Snuff.

You know, we've got a couple of young whores in it.

Rejects.

Yeah, I thought you'd like that.

Alright. I've set up the deal.

Take this.

Why?

I don't know how to shoot a gun.

Never used a camera? Same principle.

Point and shoot.

But this place looks like trouble.

You're gonna need this weapon.

Baby girl, I am a weapon.

So how much do you want for this shit, mate?

- You're kidding me. - Calm down, man.

This is not clean.

You think I come from Jamaica to play for nothing?

- Nah, mate. - You're a fool.

- This is not what it is. - Hear this man out now.

You can charge 50 for clean shit, not for this.

Calm down, man. Calm down.

Yeah, no, no. No, fuck this, fuck that.

You know what?

Give me some nice cute little black skin.

How about that? I need two of them.

You can-- you can get that man, but you have to take this one.

It is enough for one.

Nah.

I'll give you 40 for that, plus two girls.

The best ones. The cutest ones.

20 grand a night for them girls there.

One of the best black fucking--

20 grand a night for them girls there, you know.

I feel like I'll just take my machete

and give you some slop.

More than what slop your mama have to give you, you know.

You call that a knife?

This is a bombo-rass-clat knife, boy.

Boss.

One white boy and two brothers.

Listen, Yardie.

You don't come into my club and threaten me.

What's the matter with you?

The man's not close to business with you.

Check balance.

You take a man for four, we kill a man for less,

you know.

Oi!

I want to know who's running the sex trafficking circuit

in this area.

Fuck that. I know it's not you.

You don't look smart enough to run a fucking bath,

you get me?

Okay.

If it's one white boy and two brothers,

then show me what you can do.

I'll give you 60K for his badge.

Fucking cunt.

Let's go.

Rass-clat. Fucking up, man.

Do it, boy, man.

In my country, we kill cops for fun.

I'm not fucking sure two brothers will do, mate.

Go fucking sort it out.

Don't worry, man.

I'm gonna fuck him up tonight.

This is a fucking wild goose chase.

We're getting nowhere.

You okay, Cassie?

Hello, sweet cheeks.

You're gonna be the star of my new film, huh?

I know that sound.

I want to introduce you to a friend of mine.

Miss Tracy Lynn.

Action.

That's it. Strip the bitch.

Oh, sweet cheeks.

I finally got you on my cross.

Do you have any idea how long I've been watching you?

I begged and begged to get you in here.

And finally, my dreams have come true.

I could ruin this pussy.

You feel how sharp my knife is?

That pretty pussy.

Very nice.

Alright, alright. Enough of that.

We're making snuff, not porn.

Fucking whore.

It's the little sluts like you, sweet cheeks.

They don't deserve clothes.

Alright, make this bitch scream.

Go on. Be rough.

Hey, sweet cheeks.

It's time to die.

You only die once.

What do you want from me?

Come on, louder. Louder!

I want to hear her scream.

They want to see pain, so do I!

You fucking arsehole.

Help! Help me! Help!

I fucking hate you!

Tighter, tighter.

Shh.

Perfect.

So, did you get a good night's sleep?

Never better, thanks.

Right. Who's next on the list?

Uh, Sid Saville. He's an accountant.

My rate is 15%.

15%, you cunt.

If you don't like it, go to that Jewish bastard Goldstein.

Fuck off.

Right, you bitch.

You think you've fucking mugged me off, don't you, cunt?

You cost me 5 fucking grand, that last fight.

And I'm gonna get it back one way or another.

I'm sorry, Mr. Saville.

I'll make up for it when I win my next fight.

Right, you fucking bitch.

You're gonna pay for it right now.

How dare you, you dirty bastard.

Oh, you fucking bitch.

So, there's your bitch.

Oi, the fuck is going on here?

Who the fuck are you?

I'm the fucking Milkman, mate.

Fuck off.

Listen, you fucking cunt.

You've got some information for me and I want it right now.

Fuck off, cunt. I know fuck all.

Mate, you don't want to talk to me like that.

I will knock you the fuck out.

You're gonna knock me out?

I'll tell you what.

You knock my boy out.

You see if you can fucking sort him out.

Hi, my name's Tyson.

See?

T for Tyson.

What's your name?

His name is Tiny.

What?

What's tiny about him?

Oh.

That's not very nice.

You must be a very angry man.

Clean up on aisle one.

Right, you cunt.

What's under there? Fucking bag of crumpets.

Fuck off.

You listen to me, you fucking cunt.

I've been talking to every sex trafficker,

every fucking dirty pedo, and all they seem to have

in common is you.

You fucking money laundering cunt.

Fuck off, cunt.

You better fucking tell me what I want to know right--

Fuck off.

I should arrest you right now.

Fucking arrest me, then I'll be out tomorrow, cunt.

Let me show you what they do to pretty boys like you

in prison, yeah?

Fuck off.

Listen, cunt.

I'm not fucking playing.

Shit.

Hey, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm alright now.

- Thank you. - Good.

Really appreciate that.

I guess he got what he deserved, huh?

Yeah, definitely.

You're so cute.

Look, take my number.

There you go.

Thanks. Come on, let's go.

So how did it go then?

Um, yeah, well, he was being a bit anal,

but it was a dead conversation.

He's going up north, is he? To meet the governor?

Okay.

Here's what we're gonna do.

He's gonna meet you instead, and when he does,

the Horsemen are gonna be waiting.

Is that clear?

Good.

Now listen to me very carefully, you fucking little cunt.

I have had it with you.

I am tracking your every move.

Do you understand?

Good.

And I want you to remember, the only reason

you are still alive is because I'm a businessman,

and I believe a dirty cop is more use than a dead one.

For now.

You know, we've spoken to about half the people

on your fucking list and so far we've come up

with jack shit.

To be fair, you killed the last guy.

A fucking child molester.

Is that how you justify things?

So why are we here again?

Well, my guv'nor said he's gonna meet us here.

Something doesn't feel right.

We're like sitting ducks up here.

Listen, this is what I want you to do.

Mr. Lennox, do you think this is a game?

You've got the journalist giving you more problems

than a promiscuous wife.

Now she's running around with a renegade cop.

Take care of it.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Well, I'm here to meet you.

I'm here to meet the guv'nor.

Well, the guv'nor sent me.

You ain't getting the girl.

Well, we need to take her back to the station for questioning.

I deal with the guv'nor or I deal with no one.

Tyson, I haven't got time to play games.

Where's the girl?

Oho!

Danny boy, I always knew you were a crooked cop.

I'ma give you five seconds.

You should know, Danny boy,

I'm always one step ahead of you.

Lennox is gonna kill you.

Who the fuck is Lennox?

Tyson!

Come on.

You okay?

Yeah.

Stay here.

Let's go.

Right, bring him out.

To your knees.

Now crawl.

That's it, doggy.

Yes, mistress.

Do you want a slow painful death?

Right, time to play.

Get up!

Look at you, you pathetic little horse.

I've had enough of you.

Please master, please.

Please, I want to live.

Please.

What did you go and do that for?

Son of a bitch touched me.

Who knows what the fuck he stained my boots with.

You knew I wanted to do that.

Make it slow.

Oh, cameras.

Why can't they make 'em as simple as firearms?

So Terry, how do you want my study to go?

Keep it going. Up the intensity.

Fucking cunt.

Excellent.

Okay, this is the last guy, Colonel O'Malley.

I don't know what a guy like this is doing on your list,

but let's see what he has to say.

Look, I know you've been watching out for me

over the last 48 hours

and I just wanted to say thank you.

So, I'm waiting.

I don't know what you're waiting for.

For you to tell me why the poor girl outside

sitting in my car has had multiple attempts

on her life in the last 48 hours after you reached out to her,

'cause you were gonna blow the whistle.

Look, one of my daughters was murdered last month.

I have another hiding up north.

We can protect her.

You can't protect her.

You couldn't even protect that journalist girl.

She's as good as dead.

Colonel, who are you afraid of?

Who killed your daughter?

Who's Lennox?

Major Terry Lennox.

He was just 19 when he joined my unit.

Special Forces.

Pride of Britain.

Expert marksman.

Hand-to-hand combat.

I trained him until he became my second in command.

The kid was the perfect soldier, but he became more

than a soldier.

He wanted to become the man.

Through our tours, Angola, Ukraine, Iraq, Afghanistan,

he used his video camera to film the gore,

the blood, the carnage.

Like he was making a documentary.

Keep talking.

A few years after I retired, he contacted me.

He was making millions, making snuff films.

Said he could cut me in a bigger business proposition.

If he could use my list of connections,

he could cut me in for his new product

for the most elite clients.

What product?

Children.

Mostly babies.

The younger, the better.

The whiter, the better.

You son of a bitch.

If that fucking bastard is making millions

being a fucking psycho, why the hell are you involved?

The last 10 years, I've been the security advisor

to one of the biggest banks in the country.

I'm the go-to guy between Lennox

and the guy who pulls all the strings.

Goldstein, he's the shrewdest guy

you'll ever meet.

This is just not one bloke doing business.

This is the establishment.

Fuck that.

I'm gonna annihilate them all.

You get me?

You can't. This is too big.

You're dealing with three merchants of death.

Listen, I want all the fucking info

right now.

No. No, no.

All your contacts.

All your details. Everything.

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

Everyone you know.

No, we can't! We can't!

I want--

We can't fucking do it!

Watch out for those people!

Are you aiming for those people?

Well, maybe that traffic warden.

Oh my gosh!

Fucking women drivers.

Shit.

Oh my gosh!

Cassie, grab the wheel.

What, are you crazy?

Are you okay?

I think I'm gonna be sick.

You're okay.

Damn you, McGregor.

Did you kill him?

Yeah. He's dead.

I can't believe after all of this time,

we're still joined at the hip.

Well, must be my charm and my good looks.

Well, it's definitely not your driving.

Yes, Mr. Shafqat.

You'll see a tall blonde.

I want you to give the cash to her.

Because cash is still king.

I don't want the tax man come knocking.

So you give her the case and then you pick up

the merchandise in the agreed location.

And any tricks, you're gonna have

to answer to Tracy Lynn.

Hm.

Right.

Couch is there.

Bedroom's there.

Bathroom's there.

Get yourself cleaned up and get some rest.

Whose place is this anyway?

A friend of mine. She's an air hostess.

And she's probably out of town at the moment.

In fact, I think she's in Dubai.

A friend, eh?

Yeah.

And she's a very good friend.

So I don't think she'll mind if you actually borrow

some of her clothes.

Oh, awesome.

Alright.

Lord knows I need to get out of this shit.

I'm sweating like a nun's cunt.

Ah!

Oh gosh.

You better sort that.

Yeah, it's an incredibly tough line of work.

But you know what?

I've been blessed to be offered jobs all over.

But the one I might go for is the one in New York.

New York?

Yeah, it would be amazing.

An apartment overlooking Manhattan,

the coffee, the pizza.

Nothing beats being freelance, though.

Being your own boss, you know?

Getting to focus on the real news.

Did you know that 10 million kids were sold

on the black market alone last year?

You're really passionate about this, aren't you?

Well, it definitely looks worse than it is.

Are you kidding me?

I feel like a casualty of war.

Honey, please.

I've had worse cuts shaving my legs.

Come here.

Listen, you little cocksucker.

I'm the most respected in my field,

because I pick winners, not losers.

And right now, you are losing, pal.

Do the right thing.

Son of a bitch.

Can I ask you a question?

Yeah, of course.

So why do you always get so nervous around me?

I don't get nervous, Cassie.

So what is it?

I just want to keep things professional.

I don't even know how I got into this shit.

Have you heard of the story of the samurai in the garden?

No.

So, legend had it that there was a great warrior fighting off

an army to protect his garden of paradise.

He was being attacked from all sides.

The only thing that the warrior had was his courage, spirit,

and very large sword.

After all the fighting, he was bruised and bloodied.

And the garden was destroyed, except for his favourite plant.

But he was the only one left standing.

The townspeople swore that he overcame adversity,

because he had magic powers.

The warrior said he had no magic at all.

That it was his love for his paradise rose.

That's a cool story.

So, when you gonna get me a real man to dominate?

What do you mean?

A real man to dominate.

I'm sick of these pathetic subs.

Don't start this again, we've been through it

all before.

Still doesn't change the fact.

That doesn't matter.

Real men, as you put it, are off limits.

Simple as that.

Why?

Because men are superior.

Those queers you dominate are subhuman.

They don't count.

It's man, woman, sub.

That's the order.

Exactly.

The clients would love to see me crushing a real man.

And what clients would they be?

Militant? Feminist whores?

Their money's as good as anybody else's.

Their money is not needed.

They are not needed.

Real men don't get dominated by sluts like you.

Real men control you.

I control you.

You are my bitch. Don't forget it. Ever.

Yeah, right.

What'd you say?

From now on, you'll speak when spoken to.

On your knees.

Lennox must have tracked us through McGregor's phone.

Shit.

Once we're done with Goldstein, I need to take the shit

off your phone.

If they can track us through his,

they can track us through yours.

Well, well, well.

If it isn't the legend.

Detective Tyson Shabazz.

And Miss Cassie Daniels.

Tyson Shabazz. 1,600 in a current account.

4,000 in savings.

You owe two months outstanding on your bank credit card.

Miss Cassie Daniels. Hmm.

$5,000 in a current account.

A smattering of investments.

Mostly low-growth losers.

With a high-interest mortgage, that will take you at least

15 years to pay off.

Money is a commodity just like oil and water.

The city of London, the global financial centre,

is the best brand there is in the world.

The US might have the strongest military arm in the world,

but we have the ultimate financial hand.

When we sneeze, we dictate who gets the virus.

Are you going somewhere with this?

Or do you just love chatting shit?

Not so long ago, our bank loaned

a large sum of money to our international clients.

In Eastern Europe or the Balkans, for instance,

they certainly won't be paying that back

by selling counterfeit sportswear or baklava.

That's why we must protect and nurture

our clients' major cash crop.

Especially those of the young female variety.

Are you sure you wouldn't like a drink?

Actually, mate, I want answers.

I want to know why a top London bank

is loaning out money to known sex traffickers.

I want to know why snuff movies and paedophilia are suddenly

small print on a fucking account statement.

Look, all you need to know is that you, my son,

have walked into something way over your head.

This young woman has caused you a lot of trouble.

Look, you're a handsome fellow.

Why don't you kick this lady to the curb and find yourself

another bitch to play with?

You know what we're here for? I want Lennox's files.

All of them.

Or I'll turn that nice white wall over there

into a fancy Expressionist painting.

You get me?

What? Oh my gosh!

Any news outlet would die to have this material.

It's like a who's who of Great Britain.

That, my dear, is exactly why nobody will publish it.

What you have there is a map of power.

Real power.

You see this shit? You're under arrest.

I thought you were a fucking legend.

No, he's just history.

History is not made by the truth.

It's made by what people believe is the truth.

And their beliefs come from the information available.

The truth is for historians a hundred years from now.

And by then, who knows what really happened or even cares.

Tyson!

Yeah, do you think you're smart killing Goldstein?

There will be another black book with the same names in it

and I'll find it.

Little boys like you do not seem to see the big picture.

In my days we had ideals, like world revolution.

Now bastards like you just know greed,

you son of a bitch.

Good job with the girl, Royce.

But tell me, did you definitely kill that fucking cop Shabazz?

Yes, boss.

Perfect.

Now here's what we're gonna do.

My flight comes in at 0300.

Until then, watch the perimeter.

Who knows who's gonna show up?

What about the girl?

Don't worry about her, she's dog meat.

Well, can I have her?

Yeah, sure, go for it.

But you know what?

Take it easy. You're too violent.

When you're with a woman, you gotta woo her,

you know what I mean?

You take her out for a nice candlelit dinner,

romantic.

Then you stick a fucking razor blade

up her cunt.

Yo, Central, please tell me you've got a location

on that phone.

I tracked the cell number.

It's a Rains Avenue, it's just outside Doncaster.

It's a warehouse on private land.

The phone is still on and hasn't moved in a while.

Just stay on the A1 and you'll be there

within the hour.

Okay, good looking out.

Well, well, well. Miss Daniels.

All tied up, I see.

What do we actually have here? Hm? Have a look.

Oh, what's that?

You've taken one of my men's toys.

It's not very nice, is it? Hm?

Now, you may be wondering why I've kept you alive,

killed your boyfriend.

But I believe in being thorough.

So I'm gonna make you a little deal.

You tell me who else you've informed

of my operations

and I promise, Miss Lynn here, she'll kill you nice and quick.

We're in for a long night then, aren't we?

Oh, I think so.

Have you got the fucking balls to fight with me?

You've got the balls, but you haven't got the heart.

Tyson!

Tyson!

Tyson! Are you okay?

Never better.

Are you crazy? Why have you come for me?

Paradise rose.

Detective Shabazz.

Welcome to my fortress.

Tell me, what do you think of the place?

To be honest mate, I'm a bit disappointed.

Where's the fucking tea and biscuits?

What's the matter, big boy?

I thought you were supposed to be tough.

Anytime, Lennox, just take off the fucking handcuffs.

I'll take you on in my sleep, underwater,

and with the lights turned off.

Bravo.

There still are heroes in the world.

Well, we've got your little black book

from your late boyfriend, Goldstein.

That's right.

What's your fucking game, Lennox?

It's a fucking circus, when 150 of the world's

most powerful people can meet in secret

in the Netherlands and no one gives a fuck.

They decide the fate of billions of people, yet lo and behold

as soon as a footballer has a sex scandal,

it's on the front page.

Well, a man in my position can make an awful lot

of money from that.

That's what I came to realise when I was in Afghan,

in the Ukraine, spilling my blood,

my men's blood.

I thought to myself, "Why defend

an ignoble population?"

Then I came to realise something.

They are there for one reason. One reason only.

Expediency.

Well, you fucked up my humble headquarters,

so I'm gonna have to be moving.

Rest assured, I'm gonna be sipping cocktails

in my island paradise before they've even found

your bodies.

Not before I've made one more masterpiece.

What fine specimens I have.

Well, well, well, lookie, lookie what we've got here.

Tyson!

No! Tyson!

No.

What's your Tyson going to do?

No.

You going to stop me, are you?

Don't fucking touch her.

I don't think so.

Tyson!

What you gonna do about it, big boy?

Huh?

Well, you want some too, do you?

I've got the perfect thing for you.

Action.

Get your hands off of him, you bitch.

Can you handle this pussy?

Bitch, I'll make that pussy bleed.

I'd like to see you try.

Don't lose it. Don't lose it.

Oh, oh, oh fuck.

Oh yes.

Oh fuck. Oh yeah.

Oh, don't lose it. Don't lose it.

You bastard.

I told you I'd make that pussy bleed, bitch.

You okay?

Yeah.

Tyson!

What do you know?

You're a natural.

Tyson, where are you going?

Don't worry, there's one more and he's all mine.

Wait a minute.

Shabazz, take this briefcase.

There's 3.4 million in there.

Take it and disappear.

You have no idea what you've got yourself into.

You were never here.

Go on then. Do it.

Do it, you cunt. Shoot me!

I've got a better idea.

Guard.

One moment please.

Detective Shabazz.

Nice suit.

You know what they say to walks like you in suits?

What's that?

Will the defendant please rise?

You've got jokes.

I'm glad.

Well, you're gonna have plenty of time to share those jokes

with your gay boyfriends.

I'm sure you know all about that.

Like I said, you've got jokes.

You know I couldn't come here without saying goodbye.

It's a nice housewarming.

You're gonna have a nice, long, hard stay.

And my friend Tiny here is gonna make sure

that tight little hole of yours is widened.

Go to hell Shabazz.

You first, motherfucker.

Come here, pretty boy.

Shabazz!

Seriously.

Yeah. Give me everything on Tyson Shabazz.

Right.

So, what was so important that you couldn't tell me

over the phone?

I'm taking the job in New York.

I've got to write what I know.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Will you come and visit me?

Take care, Cassie.

Tyson!