Original subtitles

Wind blows

engine rumbles

Finn: Sean, Billy, we're here.

Can I shoot a rabbit? — Finn laughs

here.

Go on.

We'll meet you up at the old barn, alright?

Sean: Come on.

It'll be ok.

Finn: Hold on there, boys.

Come 'ere.

We were born into a certain world.

It was chosen for us.

Fated.

Some might think it's brutal.

I say it's glorious.

Now, if you can do this one thing

you can have all that it has to offer.

Do you want that, son?

Yeah.

I want you to take this man's life.

What did he do?

He made a bargain.

Just like you're about to.

Once you enter this world, you accept that you must kill

or in turn you may be killed.

Once you understand that rule, it's easy.

You can take a life without hesitation.

You can build an empire

be a king.

Just breathe.

Please, please...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. You don't have to do this, please!

Don't. Please, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, please! Please...

Please... — Finn.

Man: Please, I'm so sorry.

No, no!

No, please!

No, don't, please! Please!

Please!

Just shoot the bucket.

Man: Please!

Please, no!

Man wails

man sobs

sorry! Christ, I'm sorry!

Please, please!

You don't have to do this! I'm sorry!

I'm 3 o rry'

please!

Oh, god... Christ!

Gunshot

Cows moo

engine rumbles

cows moo

Explosion — cows cry

Cow groans

man grunts — cow cries

flesh squelches

in kurdish:

She speaks kurdish

Man grunts

Woman yells in kurdish

in kurdish:

Woman yells

Machinery whirs

flesh slops

the fuck is this?

They're fucking empty!

In kurdish:

In kurdish:

Men chatter in kurdish

Doorbell rings

Jack!

Jack, open up! — he knocks

lock clicks — door opens

He yells

Elliot breathes heavily

he grunts

child laughs

Woman: Psych evaluation. D.I. Elliot Carter.

In the presence of dr may. 12th march, 2020.

Have you had any trouble sleeping?

No.

Any nightmares? Negative thoughts?

No.

Experiencing a loss of appetite?

No.

He's been undercover for two years.

He's getting closer to the violence

but not to any evidence.

This is how ucs get killed.

Dr may: Feeling aggressive towards others?

This is different.

It's worse. He's unstable.

Dr may: Do you think about your wife Naomi?

How long has it been since she died?

He sighs

Elliot: Two years.

Dr may: And your son, Samuel...

Or was it Sam?

Samuel.

Dr may: Do you think about Samuel?

Of course / do.

Just let it play out.

See what he comes up with. That is all I'm asking.

Is he compromised?

Taken any risks we can't explain to a judge?

No.

He's careful.

We've been here before, Vic.

Years of surveillance wasted when a uc loses his way.

Let's hope this is different.

Door shuts — she sighs

Vicky: You did it. He's keeping you in.

We can do this, Vic.

I've felt the shift.

We know Sean threw a boy off a building.

And may he rest in peace but if it doesn't connect

to the shell companies, or the asset funds

it doesn't touch the Wallace organisation.

We know they launder through their property empire, hmm?

Sean is overseeing all that now.

He's not just building the towers.

Then we'll need a paper trail.

Alex? — dumani?

He pushes the numbers.

Keeps his nose clean. Steers clear of the bodies.

And that's helpful to us how?

There's no way he can stay clean

while Sean's running it.

And if we're lucky, this will get messy.

Lucky?

For whom? — phone buzzes

phone buzzes

phone beeps

yes, mr Wallace.

Fucking 'ell, Jack.

Flies buzz

what does it look like to you?

Distant dance music blares

I mean, I dunno.

A man doesn't fight for his life then kill himself.

You're the only one he told about the traveller kid.

Lot of havoc being done on your word.

Baby cries

Nasir: Has done nothing

to quell the rise in foreign investors

pushing up our property prices.

In urdu:

He speaks urdu

in urdu:

Crowd mutters

Crowd murmurs

should I become the mayor of London

I am committed to ending this cycle of addiction

and violence on the streets.

I will be demanding more police, more care

in our communities...

In urdu:

And I want people to stop looking at them

as potential extremists and to start

seeing them as leaders of men.

Crowd murmurs

In urdu:

Sean: They got to Jack. Slit his wrists.

Alex: Fuck.

Whoever killed Finn, they're tidying up.

Sean: That's what it looks like.

So what do we know about the car?

The number plates belong to Patrick day.

Who? — one of Kinney's crew.

Where is he now?

Gone. Car dumped outside a warehouse, south.

Three bodies inside.

We're on the Kinney thing, right?

We've got uniform shaking down sites now.

Always a step ahead.

Alex: How you holding up?

What's asif doing here?

Listen. As your partner, I made a call.

We let asif trade.

We need him.

My cows.

Thirty years...

We've never had a problem.

Thirty years and you didn't even come to the funeral.

I sent my son.

My flesh and blood.

Asif, you know your business is important to us.

We are in...

An adjustment period.

Door shuts — Sean is running things now.

It's what Finn wanted.

Door opens

asif: My deepest condolences for your loss.

Finn was a great man, an excellent business partner.

We know who the shooter was.

A traveller kid. My men are looking.

You've got trouble with these people?

Nothing to warrant killing him.

That's not good.

A man of Finn's standing

should not be that easy to take out.

Your organisation is weak somewhere.

What are you saying?

First they come for you

now someone has got to your business partner. Me.

My shipment was hit yesterday.

I gave an order that no one moves any dope

until I find the killer.

It obviously didn't reach you.

If you impose an embargo, you will start a war.

A war was started when my father was shot.

Asif scoffs

you've got his temper.

Believe me, if they were to kill my son...

I would wipe out their bloodline.

But I would not lose a rupee in the act.

Be smart, Sean.

Anyone not helping find dad's killer

looks suspect to me.

He always said you wanted a piece of London.

Now your son's running for mayor.

Without our support, it might be difficult for Nasir.

Sean_.

I'm down five million pounds.

What is bad for me...

Is bad for you.

Music: "Tears on my pillow" by little Anthony & the imperials

Marian: This is shaming us as a family.

There was a time when nobody would've dared

touch Finn Wallace.

Sean: They got lucky.

Why was he even in that flat?

We have to be honest with ourselves.

What if it was personal?

Some woman's husband.

We're not picking the flesh off a dead man's bones.

We have to.

♪ / wouldn't hesitate ♪

How did it go with asif?

He's taken a hit.

A missing shipment isn't good for any of us.

If there's anyone dealing smack in London

I want to know about it.

What can I do?

Nothing.

♪ Love is not a toy ♪

♪ when you find the one you love ♪

♪ she 'i/ fill your heart with joy... ♪

I'm gonna make things right, mum.

♪ If we could start anew... ♪

I know you will.

♪ / wouldn't hesitate ♪

I'm proud of you both.

Billy's clean, and you're strong.

♪ Pain in my heart ♪

If it was a woman, she didn't love my husband.

If she had...

She wouldn't have had him shot in the face.

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ you... ♪ — music fades

door opens

muffled hip—hop plays

Door closes

She knocks

muffled conversation

In Albanian:

Door bell jingles

Good to see you, ed.

Ed: And yourself. Nice place to meet.

Next week, it's my daughter's birthday.

Ah.

He speaks Albanian

how is Sean?

He doesn't know who he can trust.

Yourself included.

Come on, ed.

You're not that stupid to think I pulled the trigger.

I have no idea what Finn was even doing there that night.

I shook hands with Finn on the deal.

A luan deal.

That's my part completed.

In full.

And now the Wallace organisation has to honour Finn's part.

The Wallace organisation will do what is right for us.

Of course, I can go to Sean.

Eddie...

They saying you are the keeper of Finn's secrets.

But you didn't know about this one.

Man speaks kurdish

in kurdish:

Man in kurdish:

Cows moo

man: Move. — metal clanks

keep coming. — cows moo

stop!

Spread them out.

Cows wail

Distant cow wails

good evening, gentlemen.

Welcome to the UK.

You are all links in the chain of my operation.

One of you is responsible for my cargo being hit.

In Turkish:

In Turkish:

Device whirs

shot fires — cows grunt

In Turkish:

Device clicks and whirs

he breathes rapidly

shot fires

woman: Room service!

Music: "King night" by Salem

Men pant and groan

Nick.

Nick!

Where did you get this?

Where did you get it from?

Who's dealing?

Nick!

Fuck_.

Classical piano music plays

indistinct chatter

well, we've had every traveller site

in the southwest turned over.

No sign of Kinney and no answers.

Our boys have put word out on the street.

He should be outside. — Elliot stays where he is.

He's the only one bringing me answers right now.

Why did you tell asif to keep dealing?

I told you that was my decision. Not dad's.

You should have consulted me. — you were burying Finn.

We need money and we trust the afridis.

I don't.

Indistinct conversation

sound mutes

Sean.

Sound resumes

he sighs

my son was hired by someone to kill your father.

You're saving his skin. — yeah.

But I'm telling the truth.

That's the phone he took the job on.

Whoever ordered that hit

is more dangerous than the fella who pulled the trigger.

I'll be the judge of that. — hm.

I'm not giving you my son.

We don't need you to find him.

You're bringing too much attention on us all

with this bloodshed.

You took two of my men out the other night.

Not one of mine.

You kill Darren...

And you change nothing.

Whoever did this—— — leave the phone

and fuck off.

Have I got your word...

That you'll leave my son alone?

You have my word that I won't shoot you in the back

when you walk away.

Gun cocks

Right. Find out who ordered that hit.

No one gets to Kinney's son before us.

We find him.

Today.

Think I'd use a gun in here?

Doing a lot of second guessing lately, partner.

Phone buzzes

hello?

Is Billy still there?

What's the damage?

Alright. I'm on my way.

I have to go and find my brother.

Do you need anything from me?

I've got just the job for you.

Vicky's recorded voice: Hello, this is Dave's mechanics.

Please leave a message and we 'i/ get back to you.

Voicemail beeps

Elliot: Finn's shooter was a kid named Darren.

Son of a traveller called Kinney.

Think Sean's planning something big tonight

so I'm gonna stay as close as I can.

You'll hear from me. Alright?

Woman chatters in Chinese

oh!

He groans

woman chatters in Chinese — excuse me!

Fuck_.

Classical music plays quietly

Woman: Annabelle Bryant and...

Good evening, sir.

Can I take your name please?

I'm here to pick up a package for ed dumani.

Sorry, sir, this is a ticketed auction.

Yeah, I'm not here for your auction.

I'm here for the package.

He's with me.

Welcome.

Hello again.

Hi.

Do you mind if I take you somewhere to clean up?

Yeah. I think that would be best.

Mm—hm.

Music: "Killer" by Salem

Dylan.

Dylan!

Where's my brother?

Please.

He went...

He went to score some gear.

You could try green lanes.

Phone rings

phone beeps — what have you got?

Alex: The messages on Kinney's son's phone

are all encrypted.

We 're still trying but we haven't seen anything

like this before.

This is professional.

Oh, and the other thing. We got a tip on the location

for Kinney's site.

What do you want to do?

Sean?

Sean, what do you want to do?

Indistinct chatter

take it off.

What?

Your jacket.

No, look, it's no trouble.

I just need the package and I'll be off.

Shannon: Elliot.

Take off your jacket.

There. — and the shirt.

What?

Indistinct chatter

yeah, ok. I'm blagging it.

I have no idea how to remove stains.

Is it white wine? — wine?

Where were you raised? — not in a launderette.

Bicarb of soda and little bit of water.

Hey, it's Italian. Please—— — yeah, alright, alright.

So, how were you raised?

By my father.

Which means I learned a lot for myself.

Yeah, me too. Dad, I mean.

But he was firm about us not conforming

to gender stereotypes.

By paying someone to do your washing?

Yeah. Damn straight.

So, this, uh...

Package Mark wants me to pick up. What is it?

It's me.

I need a driver tonight. — chef: Hey. Sorry...

Tonight? Like, the whole night?

Yeah.

You got a problem with that? — no.

No, I would love to spend the whole night

driving miss Daisy. — oh, the cheek!

You know, you're an unknown quantity, boy

and my judgement holds a lot of weight.

I don't doubt that. — mm.

I'm sorry.

It's just...

I think Sean needs back—up tonight

and I wanna be there.

Make a good impression.

I really need this job.

Phone buzzes

yes, mr Wallace.

Sean: Lhave to go and meet Alex.

Get down to green lanes and find Billy.

I'm trusting you with this. Do you understand me?

Yeah. Yeah, no problem.

Good.

More driving miss Daisy?

Phone beeps — something like that.

Indistinct chatter

what are you still doing here, huh?

I told you, I don't know no Nick.

I know you sold to him this morning.

No, come on, get out. — one bag.

Get out! — one bag, come on.

Get out! — alright, alright.

One fucking bag, mate, that's all I want.

That is all I want. Hey, hey, hey!

You here for doner or smack?

Huh? Fuck off!

Get off the counter!

Billy: Hey. One bag, one fucking bag!

That is all I want, this could be really easy.

Get off the table. — this could be really easy!

Get off the table. — one fucking bag!

Get off the table!

He laughs maniacally

club music plays — indistinct chatter

How do you hide it all?

How do you mean?

Come on, you know what I mean.

I'm afraid I don't, mate.

The Wallace business. It's all a front.

Alex laughs

yeah_.

No, but, like... like how does it fucking work?

Let's see what you've got in here then, shall we?

Man: What are you...

You work for these guys? — yeah.

You know they take money from dealers selling arms

to Israel?

Now, his boss invests in one of the largest coltan mines

in Africa, ensuring tiny hands are never out of work.

Man laughs awkwardly

her ceo personally signed off on suicide nets

in guangdong.

Everything's a front.

You're funny, Alex. You're a funny fucking guy.

Sean: Alex.

Alex: That's Kinney's location.

You ready?

I'm pretty wasted, Sean.

What are you saying?

I'm just saying... — what?

There might be a different way.

We don't have to torch the whole city

to prove our strength

and we don't even know who's behind the hit yet.

Finn is dead.

My father.

Who loved you like you were his own son.

Yeah, I know, I know.

So you coming or what?

I have to protect the business.

This isn't a good idea.

Nice and clean.

Hey.

Wahey! I can do this all fucking night, mate!

Come on! One fucking bag.

I know you did it earlier, so you can do it for me.

One bag!

In kurdish:

Ah? Yes, one bag?

Hey.

In kurdish:

Hey, uh... my friend make a mistake.

Give that back. — fuck off.

Do you know who you're fucking with?

Get your hands out my pockets.

Billy: No. Get away from me, man.

Indistinct argument

Billy: Take your hands out...

Get in the car. — who the fuck are you?

Elliot: Leave him alone.

Man grunts — no, no, no.

You're not listening. — he's leaving!

What? — engine starts

he's leaving! — no, no, no...

Wait, wait! Hey, hey!

Fuck!

In kurdish:

Mum?

Billy?

You look good, mum.

I last wore this on our anniversary.

When Finn took me to the ritz.

You going somewhere?

I hear you found Kinney's campsite.

That's right.

It's a night for celebration.

Without hesitation.

I believe in you, Sean.

I'm proud of you.

Thank you.

Marian: Thank you, son.

Right. What do we have?

Indistinct chatter

Going in like this is a mistake.

It's how we began.

Because we needed to build a name

and now that name is worth too much to risk.

Punishment has got to be quiet. Out of sight.

They threatened my family, ed

and Sean is the only one

prepared to do anything about it.

I'm coming with you.

I'll look after him.

Tyres screech

where the fuck have you been?

Where's Elliot?

Come with me.

Billy?

Wait there.

Lale's dealing.

That's asif's heroin.

I got it off one of her men.

You shouldn't have done that.

What? I...

We needed to find out who was dealing.

No, no. Not you.

Not... not you, Billy.

You're sick. — look, I wanted to help!

I can do something!

If you want to help...

Stay away from this stuff.

How?

I'm fucking useless.

Dad's dead...

He sobs

I don't want you to die.

I don't want you to die.

Sean: You've always looked out for me, haven't you, Billy?

Gunshot

I thought you were ready.

But I have to do this myself.

Door shuts

You've missed them.

Brew?

Football match plays on TV

Tap stops

Gunfire

he groans

people shout and scream

Man screams

Man grunts

g lass shatters

He grunts

He groans

gunfire continues

gunfire

He groans

Distant gunfire

gunshot

fucking hell! — gunfire

get in there! — gunfire continues

Gunfire — man groans

woman screams — man yells

woman screams — bitch!

Gunfire

He splutters

distant shouts

gunfire

Motorbike engine revs

Gunfire

man yells

Explosion — glass shatters

gunshot

man: Oh, fuck!

Get out! Shit, shit, shit! Shit!

Explosion

gunshot — man grunts

gunshot — man grunts

he pants

man groans

gunshot

He grunts

explosion

Kinney gasps

distant gunfire

Gas hisses

gunfire

G lass shatters

Explosion

explosion

he pants