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Bloody hell, I can't see you.

Hey, I think I want to do a dance for you tonight.

Don't worry about it, Tony. I prefer natural blunts. Oh, very exciting.

So, how's business?

Oh, blimey.

I warned you about that.

You're not worried, are you, about tomorrow?

No. No, not me, Frank. I mean, AJ has been on about it, but I've told you,

done it about 15 times now. More than that. Is it? Mm -hm.

Anyway, there's nothing to worry about.

Dale Vickers is nothing.

Case is solid.

In the bag.

In the bag.

Get the phone together.

Cheers. Cheers, Frank.

Top up.

Go on.

Mehmet. You turks. I don't know.

It's true.

Look at me.

Today all figures.

Frank, Frank, keep it. Just keep it down. It's just that Angie had a late

Oh, man. Just get in bed.

Yesterday's man.

That's it.

Yesterday's man, Frank.

Yesterday's man. Yesterday's man.

I'm guessing you're a close family.

Am I right?

Another third little tosser. Yeah, it's a tosser, Frank.

It's for you.

Yeah. Flush down the toilet. Yeah, down the... All of them, flush them down the

car seat. Where he belongs.

Yeah, right and all.

Er, Jules, what's your suit, mate?

I do make good kebabs, don't I?

Bodies found on the Essex marshland. Police have not yet issued a statement

about the identity of the two men, but it is understood that they're pursuing a

gangland connection.

And in.

Burnside.

Yeah, I know, I just heard it on the radio.

Yeah.

All right, well, listen.

Listen, do you think you and Sam can handle it?

All right.

Yeah, I'll see you later.

Two IC2 males.

One on the back seat, one in the boot.

Both bound and gagged, both shot in the head twice.

The old Essex Magical Mystery Tour, Sarge. Any word who it might be? The

are burned beyond recognition.

We're waiting for ID on the dental records.

That's my sort of man, all right?

Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

Look, Mr Burns... Look, it's as we rehearsed. You go on, do your act, take

bow, they'll love you. And Vickers will never walk out of that courtroom. I keep

thinking he tried to kill me, didn't he? Yeah, well, that's why you're going to

bury him.

All right?

Yeah.

You'd better get to the witness room. Don't want to bump into any old friends

out here.

Frank.

Good man.

Witness getting shaky.

He's scared, but he'll do it.

Good, because we need him.

The defence has put in an application to have the name of your informant

revealed in open court.

And?

I mean, you're not taking that seriously.

The judge is looking at it now. I'm going in with him. Well, he'd better not

approve it, otherwise I'm pulling the whole case.

That would be a valuable asset.

He's an asset with a family.

He's already helped us with at least a dozen prosecutions.

It'll get thrown out.

Don't worry.

I'll be back in a bit.

You'd have better.

Otherwise, I'm taking my ball home.

Don't tell me.

Worst case of suicide he's ever seen.

No. I'll bet you a month's salary you don't get this one. Let's just get on

it. They found a burnt credit card about 100 yards away.

Check the number.

One of the guys in there might be Mehmet Adali.

Yes.

He was big enough to take on the Adalis.

Frank.

Panic's over.

Judges refuse the application.

A wise decision.

He's no friend of Vinland's. And he doesn't even know he's an out -to -name.

only knows him with Joe Blocks.

Well, see you in the ring.

And we've got caviar on sound frame and wheat crackers.

All right. Real caviar, Stu. No lungfish this time.

Yeah. Good lad.

Let's get this over and done with and get back to business, all right?

Terry, witness room.

Hello, Frank.

Chief Inspector.

We've already heard how at 3 .45am on the morning of September 14th, you and

your team went to the Aqua nightclub where you arrested the accused, Dale

Michael Vickers, in possession of a loaded pistol.

Would you please tell the court how these events came about?

Yes, of course.

As your honour is well aware, we were acting on intelligence received from a

reliable source.

The gist of it being...

that Dale Vickers and an unknown accomplice were planning to murder

Kilby, an associate of theirs.

Did the information say how the murder would be committed?

Yes, Your Honour.

Kilby was to be driven to a beach and shot in the head by Vickers and an

accomplice and his body dumped into the sea.

I believe this was the purpose of the lead sheets found in Vickers' hold -all

the time of the arrest.

To make the body sink in water.

Was there anything in your information to indicate why Terence Kilby deserved

such a fate?

I understand he was suspected of stealing money from Vicar's Club

No further questions, Your Honour.

Well, apparently we're not looking at a gang war.

It looks like the Adalia Empire is in chaos.

Look at this.

Intelligence report.

Night before last, there was an arson at a nightclub over in Battersea.

Hotspot.

So who owns it?

A certain Dale Michael Vickers.

Chief Inspector, you say when you arrested my client, you and your team

acting on information received from a reliable source. Is that correct?

Yes, that is correct.

How reliable exactly?

I'm sorry, Your Honour, I don't understand the question.

Well, perfectly simple, Chief Inspector. I'm asking you to account for the

reliance you place on the word of someone not even prepared to stand up in

and face the man he accuses.

I object to this, Your Honour. My lonely friend is well aware.

Well, might I ask where this is leading?

Your Honour, it is the defence contention that my client may be the

malicious police informant.

The question was... Mr. Bennett, the court has already ruled on propriety of

such questions.

Particularly where such questions tend to indicate the identity of the police

force in this case.

Kindly remember that.

Very well, Your Honour.

I will withdraw the question.

Perhaps I could move to a less contentious area.

Chief Inspector, do you know or are you acquainted with a person by the name of

Simon Abbott?

Chief Inspector?

No. Not that I recall.

You're sure of that? Remember, you are under oath.

I'm positive.

I know no such person.

Do you know a person by the name of Peter Henry Simpson?

No. I don't.

I'm not clear as to the personhoods of this line of questioning to the case,

Bennett. I trust the relevancy will become apparent, Your Honor.

So do we all.

Continue.

Do you know my uncle, Tony Shotton?

Oh, perhaps you didn't hear the question, Chief Inspector. I asked you,

know a man called Tony Schott?

Excuse me, sir.

Your Honour, is there a

problem, Chief Inspector?

I'm sorry, I can't answer that question.

I think you already have.

Tom, look, we have to talk.

I'll tell you when I see you.

Later, all right?

I'm sorry, Mr Burnside. If you can't protect your own just now, how are you

going to protect me?

You want to try that again? I don't think you quite broke the lock. This is

of neutral. What the bloody hell happened, Frank?

We were stitched up.

Very neat.

You include me. You could have lied. Listen, you're on record.

If I'd lied, they'd have known. Then your name would really have been in

How the hell did that gal know my name?

That's probably one of your lot. Well, I won't dignify that with a response.

He must be getting help from somewhere.

This is way out of his league. Oh, Frank!

What's the matter with you? Get with the picture, will you? The bloke's big

time. He's international now. He's got crews up and down the place. He's got,

like, Glasgow, Leeds, Sheffield. Oh, very international.

OK, a couple of nights ago, right, he was in Paris, right, doing a major big

money thing.

Apparently he went over on a Eurostar. Well, why didn't you tell me this before

I went in the car?

Well, I didn't know till this morning, did I?

We'd come round here after they found those Turks in the back of the motor

night.

Listen, I'll tell you what I'll do, OK? Give me a couple of hours and I'll see

if I can get something up. No, Tony, you won't.

What?

No, you get it, mate.

You're out.

After that performance in court, I've got to get you relocated.

You've got to disappear.

Or you're dead.

Be serious, Frank.

We've checked with Immigration and Interpol.

Barnley Rickers only spent one night in Paris and then he went on to Berlin.

According to German intelligence, he was amongst a group of so -called

businessmen. They attended a conference at a five -star hotel.

Is this them?

Yeah, mine host.

A couple of German lawyers, stroke financiers, with known links to the

crime syndicate.

Russian mafia?

That's like getting in the ring with Tyson.

So, have we got any idea what was discussed?

Mutual cooperation.

Issues of funding.

Not much detail, I'm afraid.

Now, here's a man who hasn't been taking his Prozac.

That's George Maitland.

He's Vickers' advisor.

He's a lawyer specialising in offshore investment.

Rule number one.

Follow the money. We'll put him under the microscope. And Vickers.

So, have you had any luck with the connection between Vickers and Buchan?

No.

Well, find it.

And fast.

Another word, sir?

Make it quick. I was due at the steering committee five minutes ago.

It's about the case this morning.

I think the less said about that, the better. Don't you? It's another wad of

taxpayers' money down the drain.

I'd like to get my informant relocated.

I suppose it wasn't his fault. All right. Get him a temporary safe house.

the wheels in motion.

Well, under the circumstances, sir, I think he needs a 24 -hour armed guard.

Do you have any idea how much that costs?

Sir, he's a London face. All the temporary housing's in inner London. He

be recognised.

He needs minders, at least until I can get him moved.

Budget won't run to it, Frank. If you feel he warrants heightened security in

the short term, I suggest you book him into the witness protection unit.

Sir, this bloke is supposed to be on our side.

If the threat's as real as you say, I'm sure he'll be glad of it.

Oh, that's poetic.

Tony ends up in a cell and Vickers walks free.

Yeah, no sweat, George. Just to let you know, the meeting's been confirmed for

Thursday. Stick it in your diary. V -E -E.

Not a happy bunny.

In over his head, I'd say.

So let's throw in the lifeline.

Don't worry, 007.

No need to take the cyanide pill just yet.

Who the hell are you?

A man with the escape plan.

Come on, hurry up. Just move, you all right?

Craig, move your ass.

Hey, hey, stop. You go. You go.

You all right?

Come on.

Where's he going?

Dad. Dad.

Craig, one more bloody word from you and I'll leave you such a crap. Now, shut

up. Hey, what's he saying? Stop. You all right?

Sorry, Mr Sean.

Didn't they say?

Say what?

It's just you.

Your family will have to stay here.

It's okay.

You're not thinking of disappointing me, are you, George?

Okay.

First aid is.

So, George.

Are you going to let us take this train?

I'd rather you arrested me.

Take my chance in court.

If Vickers thought for one moment that I'd co -operated with you... We'll

protect you.

He'll never find you.

Like he never found Tony Shotton?

No, thanks.

First choice.

We send Vickers CCTV footage of you entering this building with us.

But you said... I lied.

What do you think Vickers will dream up for you?

Eh, George?

Second choice.

You cooperate with us and you get to spend time with the grandchildren.

Tough call.

Tell us about the Russians.

How did you know? Just tell us!

Vickers is setting up a deal with some Georgians based in Berlin.

He's looking to help launder their money.

Why would they need help?

We're talking £20 billion a year.

They can't launder the money fast enough.

So what's in it for Vickers?

Apart from making some very powerful friends.

12 % commission on every penny he puts through the what?

What happens Thursday?

A meeting with the German lawyers.

And why does he want you there?

To convince them that he has the necessary expertise and infrastructure

handle the business.

Right, George.

We're going to wire you up.

You're going to wear a mic to that meeting.

Forget it.

When I first started working for Dale Vickers, all I was looking at was double

bookkeeping.

This is the Russian mafia, for God's sake.

You might be right.

You're not exactly spy material.

Are you sure he can't be persuaded?

He's seen Chechnya on the television.

Well, who do you have in mind to put in his place?

Well, there are a couple of guys I think might be up for it.

Dave Summers?

He's got a law degree.

Studied asset chasing.

Yeah.

Well, you got something against Dave Summers?

No, no.

No, he's a good copper.

They're too thorough sometimes.

Well, I gather Sergeant Summers doesn't always agree with your methods.

Look, there's nothing personal in this. I suggest a calm, logical approach is

exactly what we need in this case. So, next problem. How will you get Dave in?

You said Vickers doesn't trust anyone but Maitland.

Look, Tony, I know it's not ideal.

Look, I'm a bit tied up at the moment, pal.

I'll call you later, all right?

Are you sure these are safe?

Don't worry.

They'll make your face flush and your pulse rate.

The rest is up to you.

I must be mad.

Yeah. Think after nominations.

Don't worry about it, George.

You're looking at early retirement.

4 -2 from 6 -3. Stand by.

4 -2 standing by.

Tony, I'm on my way.

What do they say?

They want to bring the meeting forward.

Sounds keen.

They also say they want to see detailed proposals. We're not ready, are we?

Ignore it.

All they really care about at this stage is whether we know a Red Cross account

from Swiss numbers.

Anything else is just... What's up? You OK?

Yeah.

Just got this pain.

You sure you're alright? You don't look too clever, mate. Stu, get him a glass

of water.

Stu, get him an ambulance! Get him an ambulance! Josh!

Josh!

I wanted you to speak.

A knife -thrown cottage in the Cotswold.

I'm sorry, Frank, but I can't stay here anymore, anyway.

I'm going home to take the chances.

Well, it's not that bad.

Bijou, compact.

Don't take the piss, Frank.

72 hours, Tony.

That's all I'm asking.

And you'll be in another part of the country with a completely new identity.

In the meantime, what about Angie and Craig? Who's looking out for them,

Look, don't worry.

We've got uniform patrols keeping an eye on the flats. Don't worry.

Don't bloody worry? What sort of sick joke is that, eh?

Don't you think I'll think about it every time they walk out the bloody

door and someone's watching them.

Frank, I'm going out of my bloody mind just thinking about it, all right?

Look, just give me a few more hours.

I'm going to do the best I can.

Listen, Frank, please, you got me into this, all right? Just get me out of

Frank. Just make sure you get me out of here.

How are you feeling? You look well.

The doctor's ordered six weeks' rest.

No excitement.

I'm so sorry to lay you down.

We'll manage.

You say yourself you're not ready yet.

You're going to need some help.

I know.

There's a chap I know.

Four or five years now.

Investments lawyer.

He's got a alright background.

Amenable. Plus he's young and fit.

No strangers, George.

You've worked very hard for this.

Do you want to see the whole deal going down the pan?

How do I know that I can trust him?

You trust me, don't you?

Yeah.

Good morning, I reckon.

Thanks for your help.

I'm seeing Vickers tonight.

Are you sure you can handle this?

Convincing Vickers shouldn't be a problem.

They're German lawyers, well, that's another story.

Depends what they ask.

How much detail they expect.

All right, get tonight over with first. Then we'll worry about the Germans.

Make sure you don't screw it. I need Vickers off the street and banged up.

Good luck, Dave.

Try not to get yourself killed.

Thanks God.

Complex financial planning, George said.

What are we talking?

Full confidential service.

Asset placement.

Various layering strategies.

Full reintegration. Volume?

That's entirely up to you. Last year I serviced some Lebanese businessmen,

heavily into pharmaceuticals.

15 million US brought them a tourist hotel, plus exclusive gambling license.

Now they launder their money day and night.

Actually... I was thinking a little closer to home and a lot more dough.

Let's talk for dinner.

Let's not get too cozy, eh? I'm still having you checked out. Sorry, love.

a private party, yeah, love?

Well, maybe I could buy you a drink.

I'm the boss.

My drinks are free.

And I won't need this.

Dave, at my legal counsel, what should I do with her?

Take the money.

See? Blood and magic.

You know any more tricks?

Plenty.

There you go, Frank.

Cheers.

So?

You're doing all right.

New set of wheels.

New suit.

What do you do, rob a bank?

Oh, do me a favour.

New job, new image.

Commercial investigations, mainly.

All blue -chip companies, of course.

I'm making more now than I ever did nicking villains.

That sounds good.

It is.

So what's the favour you want?

You still got that holiday bungalow?

Yeah, of course.

I need to lodge someone.

An informant?

Got him in the supergrass unit.

Poor sod.

Yeah, well, he's worried about his family.

I need somewhere I can put him together so we can move him.

72 hours max.

Anything to do with this Vickers trial?

Why? Does that make a difference?

Of course not.

As long as it gets you off the hook.

Thanks.

Just like the old days, eh, Frank?

Yeah.

Are you sure you're ready for this? I've got a lot of riding on this, you know.

Just don't interrupt me when I'm speaking.

It breaks the flow.

Drive around the block!

It's okay.

Okay.

Deep breaths.

Take deep breaths.

Okay. Deep breaths.

I'm not pregnant, you nuts!

Okay, okay.

Take your time.

I'll go in there now.

You go in. Leave me, all right?

Listen.

Let them wait.

I'm not going in there without you.

Okay?

This way?

Are you okay?

You'll be all right here. Hey.

Hey, don't be proud, Frank.

Yeah, well, you just enjoy it, all right?

Oi, Bon Jovi!

Get yourself off the couch and help your mum with the bags, all right? Come on,

let me do that.

Hey, Angie, what do you think, then, eh?

I'll get the cat along.

Yeah, she's all right. She's upset she can't phone her mum for a while.

Here, Frank, can I have a word, pal?

Listen, what's the SP on Vic, was it?

If what we've got running now pans out... Vickers and his mob will be going

for a very long time. Full of bullshit, Frank.

I wouldn't bullshit you, Tony.

I wouldn't dare.

Sorry to hear about the loss of your mother.

Well, that guy's looked pretty shell -shocked.

I think I would be.

Someone just offered me 100 million quid to loan that money. He's completely out

of it.

An idiopathic, epileptic fit.

Suffered since he was a kid.

Sent a trip about it, too.

Thinks it's a jest, mental defect.

Doesn't like anybody knowing.

Yeah, but one look into your big brown eyes and he told all. Obviously you

gained his confidence. Well done, sir.

Thank you, sir.

The Adali murders.

The Jordans sent their congratulations on a job well done.

Apparently the Adalis were in Berlin two weeks before Vickers, trying to cut the

same deal.

Hence the resumption of hostilities.

How does an author run like Vickers going to handle a deal this size?

He'll spread the risk around, sir.

Use it to finance joint ventures up and down the country.

Leisure industry, clubs, fast food, even an internet cafe.

That's not all. He's even making moves in fake designer goods, music and

software piracy.

He's even buying up security firms that run club doors.

And he's going to step on a lot of tunes.

I don't think so.

He's invited every top crime firm in the country to participate.

He's what?

That's not all, sir.

He's set up a conference out at Heathrow. He invites delegates to submit

ideas for consideration and funding.

You mean like the National Lottery?

What's his agenda?

Why the largesse?

Well, it's obvious.

He's trying to set up a national crime syndicate.

Vickers fancied himself as Britain's godfather.

Here they come.

The cream of bent society.

We're coming to you live from the laundromat's ball.

And next to arrive is Mr. Barry Webster and his lovely minder, Dennis.

Now, Barry has chosen to wear an understated grey two -piece with chunky

accessories, plenty of room under the arms for those little extras, and a

lemon tie in this year's shades of pastel.

You finished?

Yeah.

Have you seen David?

Nah, he's probably up in Vickers for a minute, checking out his credentials.

Go and check the shops out, Donna. Get yourself something nice.

As much as money does it for me, you do it for me better.

I want to stay here with you.

How am I supposed to concentrate on work with you in my eye line, sweetheart?

Jules, get off your lazy arse, get downstairs, make sure the guests are

attended to.

I just want to go over this one more time.

Look, relax.

You're on top of it. I've got the elite of the criminal fraternity down there.

Now I don't want to be on top of it. I want to be bloody impressive.

Alright?

Fine. I just want to get our side of the laundering sorted out, straight, so

that they know what's going on.

Now, we buy our own bank in the British Virgin Islands.

We're the directors, so if there is an investigation, BVI rules say our names

can't be mentioned.

Well, that's it. We break the money up into smaller amounts.

We organise revolving loans to companies in Jersey, Zurich, St Kitts. Listen.

By the time I finish bouncing funds back and forth between nominee accounts,

it'll be clean as a whistle.

Trust me.

Which means all I've got to worry about is Satan delivering.

Any word yet?

Yeah.

Message from Winery. Good to be back for immediate delivery.

Details tonight.

Woo -hoo!

I

don't believe

it.

Ronnie Buchan.

What is he doing here?

This is all beginning to add up.

What? Him, in court the other day.

Must have a vested interest.

I bet he cobbled this whole thing together with Vickers.

20 years I've been waiting to nick him.

Now he's walking right into my net.

Oi! You little... What's the matter with you? Get in there.

Sorry about that, love.

Kids, eh?

Andrew!

Andrew, the door!

Don't open the door!

Andrew, is it?

It's the lady. She says she's collecting for a local children's charity.

I pushed an envelope through the door last weekend. Do you have it to hand?

No, we just moved in.

Oh, never mind. I've got a spare if you'd like to donate.

Yeah, yeah, sure, yeah.

It's all I've got, babe.

Here you go, love.

Always read about the little ones, eh? Thank you very much. It'll be certainly

an OK.

Well?

Them.

Now you've all seen all the details and I think you'll agree it's a very

exciting opportunity for us. This is a chance for us to build a strong and

profitable future together in partnership with Europe. It's also a

to use...

foreign investment to build up a system whereby we can do our laundry in the way

that we want, keep our cash nice and clean the way we like it.

Now, I know I'm young. Some of you old -timers might think I don't know what

talking about.

So let's listen to the voice of experience on this one.

Ronnie.

What most of you in this room don't know is that Dale is my godson.

Come on, Ronnie.

Drop yourself in it.

Someone who's supposed to look out for your son.

I think it's a load of bollocks.

You've got the Godfather part right.

They've got their own book.

When Ivan's calling the shots, where's your independence?

You're running errands for Dr.

Gervais. It's not a question of independence, Ronnie. It's about

markets and access to opportunity. Because if we don't take this, then

else will. It's about access, all right.

Access to this country.

Trust me, gentlemen, this deals nothing more than a Trojan horse for the Russian

mafia.

Personally, I wouldn't touch it with a barge bomb.

And neither will you, Dale.

There go the dinosaurs.

Shit!

Maybe he has turned over a new leaf.

Sometimes, Moss, I wonder if you could detect a turd in a fruit salad.

I reckon that was a success.

Jules? Apart from Uncle Ronnie's little outburst.

Yeah. Probably a PR thing. Trying to flog more copies of his book. Good read,

though. Dave?

Twelve major projects.

Sounds like the book to me.

Congratulations. Right.

Where are we going to celebrate?

Business to attend to, love.

Well, why don't I come along? I'm good with figures.

No, I'll tell you somewhere tomorrow.

I've been on my own all day.

Could you spare someone to take me to the restaurant?

Dave made it. Right.

Well, it's a posh place. He's the only one with good table manners.

Er, yeah.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Dave.

Hey, Grant.

Look after her. Make sure she has a nice meal, all right? Don't you want me with

you? No, no, you work hard, you've done well. You deserve a rest.

All right, come here, lover.

All right.

Cool. Chat.

Do you fancy trying to make me a towel and across the road?

Yeah, why not?

Hang on.

Tony Shotton's 24 -hour answer in service.

Frank, just listen.

I'm not being paranoid, all right?

All I'm saying is if I go back to the house, I'm leaving them back to Angie

Craig, all right? All right, Tony, look, calm down, will you? Frank, do you know

where I am?

Just hurry up and get here, all right? Do you know where I am? Yes, all right,

I'll be there.

You know where I am, all right?

Pay. Next time, eh?

How about an aperitif?

Sure. Help yourself.

Give me a minute.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

Just closing it down.

If I could find the switch.

Don't want to waste power.

Yeah, whatever.

I think what you need is the password.

You know what happens if you're a beautiful woman?

People don't see you.

Come on.

You buy a painting, you hang it on the wall, people don't see it anymore.

Meanwhile, you're watching everything.

Dale just wants a tart.

To be honest, I think I'm a little overqualified for the job.

So, uh... In that case, why'd you pick him?

My plans for world domination weren't going too well.

I didn't think you'd fall for some lousy magic trick.

Me? Don't get me wrong.

Dale's a sweet guy.

But you've got the brain.

And the looks.

You, uh... You don't understand.

I understand that Dale couldn't do this without you.

You should be boss, not him.

And what if being boss doesn't appeal to me?

Then I'll just have to stiffen your resolve.

And if I say no? I'll tell Dale that you came on to me.

I'll show him the bruises to prove it.

Quite the bit.

Ambition.

Sexy, isn't it?

Shopping doesn't do it for me.

I'd rather stage a coup.

How about you and I pool our resources?

Look, it's a great idea, but this is a very dangerous game.

Besides, if Vickers found out, he'd kill us both.

A secret about playing games.

Make sure you don't lose.

Frank? Frank, is that you?

What? What?

Oh, no.

Oh. Oh, no.

You hang on! Do you hear me? You hang on!

Where were you?

Where were you?

Tony and I were friends.

I did everything I could.

Yes!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

You're a liar!

You popped that number off a 1471.

If you hadn't stand down the old people, there wouldn't be any witnesses.

Well, if there are no witnesses...

Why are we having this conversation?