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Previously on Fightland...

I know why you're back.

Now some things can be
rebuilt, but not family.

Why didn't you kill Kingsley

- when you had the chance?
- Joy was there. So was Aiden.

I want this.

I want you to sign
this agreement.

Make you majority shareholder.

A woman was heard at the scene,

but no body was found.

He's avoiding my calls
'cause he's hiding a cop.

And he's not ending this... I am.

Zeek Marshall!

Your fighter's
a cheatin' bastard.

Here we fuckin' go.

The docks was hit.

The casino was hit.

Where were you all this time?

Someone took a shot at me.

Cartel.

Duke was there.

Langston had one job.

I need one waitin' for me
at the location.

Captain's always
responsible for his team.

What deal suited
you with the cartel?

- Wait Kingsley...
- Fuck!

It wasn't him and it wasn't me!

The Albanians were approached
by a Mexican cartel,

but they have gone to ground
as soon as you've got home.

Kept 'em for you.
Your title.

Your Crown.

Marshall Promotions presents...

The Duke!

What do you think
your brother would say, Duke?

Chingado...

Now, I've gathered you all here

because today is a
beginning of a new era.

The rejoining of forces

of the world's biggest and best
boxing promotions company...

and the greatest fighter
that London has ever seen...

Maduka "Duke" Kilroy...

to regain the heavyweight
championship of the world.

We need to talk. Now!

There'll be plenty of time
for questions, I promise.

But for now,
thank you for coming,

and get ready for the show.

What the fuck was that?

You got no right
to force this on me.

Force you?

You said you wished
to fight again.

You said you wished
to be a champion again.

We'll I'll turn those
wishes into reality.

So I do believe the words
you're lookin' for

are 'thank you, Kingsley.'

I ain't fuckin' doin' it.

All right,
I ain't fightin' for you.

Nah.

You seem to be under
the impression

that we're here
because of choices I made.

No.

We're here because
of choices you made.

Startin' with that night
in Vegas.

That night, I wanted to
rip Vegas apart.

But that was my heart talkin'.

But you weren't ready to
put that night behind you.

No.

I didn't take it personal.

You not talkin' to me
for all them years.

'Cause I knew eventually,
like me,

you'd be able to put
the past aside.

That's why after
eight years in prison,

you cozied up to CeCe and Zeek.

You came to Aiden's
birthday party.

You saved his life.

So you will fight for me.

Because if you don't,

I'll take away the thing
you care about the most...

Me.

'Cause we both know...

there's no you without me.

Am I wrong?

- No, you're not.
- I know.

So I'm gonna give you a day
to get yourself in order

and accept this gift
that I'm givin' ya.

Then, you're gonna sign
on the dotted line.

And we're gonna
be together again.

Like we're meant to be.

How do you feel?

Good, good.

This is the right thing to do.

Power is meant to be wielded.

The more you use it,
the more you can do with it.

You're a Marshall today
more than you've ever been.

I think that's what scares me.

Never had a choice before,

at least now I can
protect everyone I love.

Congratulations Mrs. Marshall.

The rejoining of forces

to regain the heavyweight
championship of the world.

Duke!
We need to celebrate.

There's nothing to celebrate.

What?
You mean you haven't heard?

Heard what?

Gaz woke up.

Look, uh, a lot of us were
gonna go see him.

- You should come.
- Yeah, yeah, um...

I just gotta take care
of something first,

but I'll be right behind ya,
all right?

Okay.

- All right.
- Yeah.

Kim?

Kim?

Fuck.

Kim, it's me.

Give me a call
when you get this.

Wait, wait, wait, hold on a sec,
you are fuckin' the copper.

Lazaro was right.

- He was here?
- Yes, yes, he was here.

He was lookin' for
you and the copper.

Did he see her?

Nah man, she bailed.
She bailed before he came in,

but if he's onto her,
then he's gonna find you.

- Oh, fuck.
- What?

Hello?

Imagine my surprise to learn...

not only is Kingsley Marshall

alive and well

and back in London,

but he and my dearest friend
Duke Kilroy

are rejoining forces.

Look, I can explain all this.

English...

I consider myself
a very reasonable man.

And if I made a mistake

thinking you are capable
of killing Kingsley...

No, no, no...

maybe it's time I have Lazaro
terminate our relationship.

Is that why you had Lazaro
waitin' to take us out

at Tottenham?

In the stadium?

Lazaro knew...

Kingsley was back?

What? He didn't tell ya?

That's interestin'.

Well, Lazaro is not
your concern, English.

Yeah.

Killing Kingsley is.

And if that doesn't happen

in the next 48 hours,

you, your friend Jay,

and for good measure,
let's throw in your father,

you, mi querido amigo,

are all...

dead.

What?

What?
What'd he say? What'd he say?

Aye... Duke?

- Duke?
- I got forty-eight hours...

or he's gonna kill us,
and Gazzer.

Wait, wait, me?!
What the fuck did I do?!

I know, I know, hey-
uh-hey I'm not...

What?! What?!

Oh, fuck's sake...

Fuck. We got to get out of here.
Now.

- Fuck's sake.
- I've got to reach Kingsley.

I can get to him at Jackhammer's
final press conference.

Okay... Okay...

And then-oh, but it's gonna be
packed with fuckin' people...

I've got an idea.

We need some help.

All right, mate, we got
forty-eight hours, yeah?

Come on.

What, are you writin' a love
letter or somethin', come on!

We need a distraction.

I need you to get this
to him today.

- I'm not fuckin' half...
- Today!

Nah man, come on, it's fuckin'-
it's fuckin nuts!

I know, mate,
but the enemy of my enemy.

Do you know what I mean?

Tell him Zeek's gonna be there.

Fuck. Fuck...

You've been playin' me
since the beginnin'.

I've never lied to you.

The guy who killed Lewis
and shoved me

out of a fuckin' window
was in your flat

callin' you out by name.

So don't you dare

act like you don't know
what the fuck I'm talkin' about!

I know him. Okay?

His name is Lazaro,
but it's not what you think.

- What?
- I'm usin' him...

to help me get revenge
for my brother.

Revenge against who?

Kingsley.

My brother wasn't killed
because of a robbery gone wrong.

It was a hit.

Meant for me.

But it was ordered by Kingsley.

Where's Lazaro now?

- I don't know.
- Bullshit.

I don't.

After you told me
what happened to him,

I cut off
communication with him.

I'm tellin' you the truth.

Okay.

So you want to help me?

Let's take this to my boss and
see how she wants to play it.

I can't do that.

If the cartel get wind
of me talkin' to the cops,

they'll string me and Gazzer up.

I can't let that happen.

Look, you want Lazaro.

There's an abandoned pool hall.

Right, it's filled with guns,
equipment, and all the intel

that Lazaro's gathered
on the Marshall drug empire.

Right, he's got names,
places, everything.

Look, you and me
want the same thing.

And if you take down Lazaro,

that'll be a major win for you
with the NCA.

Right?

I think we should talk
about how we approach this.

Now he's a-
he's a clever man, all right?

He-he knows what he wants,

we need to be clear in what
we're offerin' him here.

Now, he's got connections
in Parliament.

He's got connections
in Whitehall.

So we need to really make sure
that the number

we're puttin' out there is-

Cebella?

You okay?

Yeah.

It's just-

I've moved a lot
of things around

to get this on the book,

so I need to know,
are you up to this?

Of course.

Okay, good. That's him.
Game face on.

Charles!

Good to see you.
How are you?

Scott, dear boy. All good.

Wonderful. Cebella, this is
Charles Fennick.

Oh, I know very well
who you are Mr. Fennick.

The power behind Culture, Media
and Sport Select Committee.

You control when and
where the money goes.

And it doesn't hurt that you're
a close friend of the minister.

Hmm.

I must say the plans are
impressive, Miss Marshall.

- Oh.
- Yet...

there is a trouble.

A lot of visibility,
A lot of eyes.

Eyes on a family
business like yours.

The minister will need
a compelling reason

to get on board.

Hmm.

You sail, Charles?

I do.

It's uh, been a passion of mine
since I was a boy.

Maybe you'd like to sail
from Monaco to Saint-Tropez.

On your own private yacht,
no stopping at customs.

All right, listen.

Let's not fuck about, yeah?

You don't care where
my money comes from.

We just need to help each other.

I need you to convince
the Minister to back this,

to let the decision makers know
that my vision is the future.

For you, Charles...

I have contacts

in Monaco.

With pocket money, of course.

Consider it done.

I'll phone the
Minister personally.

This will be a landmark
initiative for the department.

Well, I think a celebration
is in order, Charles.

Lovely to have you
on board, mate.

What we celebrating?

What are you doin' here, Joy?

Well, as a majority stakeholder
in all Marshall business,

it's my duty to ensure
everything runs smoothly.

Oh, where are my manners.

I'm Joy.

Joy Marshall.

Pleasure.

I know you're pissed
off but Dad is out of control...

He's targeting all
our business partners,

trying to find out
who crossed him.

And now he's made Joy
a major shareholder.

You need to prove to Dad
how valuable you are.

The Jackhammer press conference,
yeah?

Show him how much work
you've put into

getting this fight
off the ground.

This is your moment Zeek.

I'm losin' my patience, Lloyd.

Where the fuck is Nadim?

I'm hunting,
but he's gone to ground.

You've been on my
payroll for years,

I don't want excuses.

I want Nadim, and what I want...

is for you to find him.

Now.

Or the next person that
we're lookin' for is you,

Detective Sergeant Gower.

You waitin' for a goodbye?

I want to go to the
Jackhammer press conference.

You've never wanted to
go to them things before.

Why now?

Well, since I'm now
majority shareholder,

I should go and see how
my company is doing.

All right.

We'll make arrangements.

We'll have a seat for you
on the stage next to me.

I didn't know Duke
wanted to box again.

Why would you?

I wouldn't.

I just know that he's a valuable
asset to Marshall Promotions.

Having him back in the fold...

is good for business.

And me.

Duke's family.

We need to keep him close.

Of course.

Allow me, to proudly,
and officially,

announce the rejoining of
forces between the biggest,

and best,

boxing promotions company
in the world,

and the best fighter-

So all this time
you've been tellin' me

you've been done with boxin'
is what?

It's just you and Kingsley,

havin' a laugh at my expense?

Look,
I know how it looks, but...

- it's not what you think.
- What the fuck is it then?

Eight years...

I had people askin' me,

which Duke was the real one?

The boxer in the ring
or the monster on the street?

I really,
really wanted to believe

it was the boxer I raised
you to be.

The truth is,

soon as that gangster showed up

with promises
of fame and fortune,

you always belonged to Kingsley.

Suppose I should be grateful.

At least this time,

those selfish actions,

can't get my son killed again.

You are jokin', right?

You really think that
you raised me?

Really?

How could you
from the bottom of a bottle?

Is that how you remember things?

That's how it was.

You know, I'm not proud...

of how I coped.

Cope with losing my boxing
career

and havin' it
taken away from me.

Or how I dealt with
your mother's death.

But I was the first to see
the potential in you boys.

Especially you.

Yeah,
I put a lot on your shoulders...

'cause I knew,

I knew you could handle it.

I was twelve.

Twelve years old.

My shoulders weren't big enough

to bear the burden
of keeping you sober...

and raisin' Calvin.

See, yeah, you know what?

I dropped you,

the first chance I could.

But don't get it twisted.

It was never about leaving you

for fucking Kingsley.

Could have been anyone.

I just had to get us out.

And away from you.

Get the fuck out.

Please, just get the fuck out.

Don't you dare...

be at that gym when I come home.

Please.

Look, I'm only here out
of respect for Lewis.

He always seemed to
speak highly of you,

but if it were up to me,

you would be in an
interrogation room right now,

taking a proper
rip from the PSU.

Excuse me?

You were only given this
assignment,

because you look good
in a two-piece bikini.

All you've done

is get your informant and
handler killed

without securing a shred of
evidence on Kingsley Marshall.

I know where we can find
Lewis' killer.

Oh, yeah?
And how'd you get this info?

A source.

A source?

A source she says.

Every fuckin' twat on the
high street has a source.

I need a name.

I can't give it.

Well, then we have
nothing left to discuss.

You think your bosses
would be happy to know

that you had the chance
to move on the man who killed

a fellow officer,
but passed out of spite.

If this tip lands
us Lewis' killer,

my source could continue to be

a valuable asset in
taking down the Marshalls.

Okay.

Let's play it out, hmm?

But if something goes wrong,

I will not hesitate

to ruin you

and your entire career.

Nadim...

you're a hard man to find.

I need to ask you a question.

Was it you who's been
hittin' my business?

Why would I hit you
and screw up my money?

Have you ever been approached
to double cross me?

No.

I'm not askin' the question
because I don't know the answer.

Yes, but was quick conversation.

I declined.

With who?

Some cartel.

One of those Mexican ones.

Nogales.

Although this one
runs out of America.

I don't know them,
nor need to know them.

- Yet you took the call.
- I did.

But like I said, quick, hang up.

And you didn't feel
the need to tell me?

Kingsley,

where is this going?

Garrotte or flesh...

Fuck off!

Make sure this is cleaned up.

Not a trace.

And get Gower on the phone.

Hey, I just got here.
Where are you?

Just in a bit of traffic.

Okay.

How's Aiden?

He's doin' better every day.

Good.

Yeah, he's a
little fighter, that one.

I was thinkin' um...

maybe you could bring him
'round to the gym.

It's a great place
to build confidence

and I can give him the family
discount on trainin'.

You know...
when I first saw him with you,

it took all the strength I had
not to think he could be mine.

But then when you told me
that they kidnapped our son...

I don't know, somethin'
inside me just...

it just changed.

Now I can't stop thinkin'
I'm actually a father.

Jesus, even sayin' that
out loud to you just-

I don't know.
Feels a bit-

Joy?

Joy?

You good?

Aiden...

isn't your son.

He's Kingsley's.

What-

And we can't be together
anymore Duke.

I never wanted to hurt you.

And I couldn't trust
Zeek or Cebella

to put Aiden's safety first...

But I knew you would.

So you lied to me?

You know, if you would have
asked me to bring him back

I would have,

no questions asked.

And the other day,

you were willin' to
leave everythin',

take Aiden and run away with me.

What, now Kingsley's back,
everything just changes?

Of course it does, Duke.

Is that why you're
lying to me now?

Joy, I love you.
And I know you love me.

All right, God-

everythin' that we've done.

God, everythin' I'm doin' now

is so that we can be
together as a family.

You, Aiden, me.

What's really goin' on?
Why you doin' this?

Is that why you're not here now?

Is Kingsley makin' you do
somethin'

that you don't wanna do?

This isn't about Kingsley.
I'm trying to protect you...

It's always about
fucking Kingsley!

He didn't do anything
but show me a path,

to do the one thing that
I have wanted to do for years.

And that is put me first.

So, you're choosin' him?

I'm choosing myself.

And I'm not gonna apologize
for doing whatever I need to,

to make sure that me
and Kingsley's son,

are the priority.

Good.

You know what, save your
sorrys for someone else.

Bye.

Let's go! Go! Go!

Motherfucker...

This was a fuckin' set up!

Your contacts played us!

No. No, no, no.

Why are you protectin' him?

Okay, give me the fuckin'
name of your contact!

Or...

any chance of you getting
justice

for your sister's murder
goes away.

Yeah, I know about Rina.

And I had a mind to take
you off of this case,

but Lewis, he fought for you.

Too bad you're not fighting
for him right now too.

His name is Duke Kilroy.

You did the right thing CeCe.

Nikolai couldn't be trusted
any further.

Can we not talk about him?

He's gone.

Like you wanted.

What's goin' on with that?

Morton and company are on board.

Even got the sign off
from the Minister.

Everyone's enticed.

But why would I be?

Money.

It's always moved you
more than anything.

And, this project

can change our family's future
for generations.

We have to evolve.

Does evolving mean taking
two million from my stash?

What, you think
I wouldn't find out?

I figured you would
at some point...

and then we'd talk about it.

But no one could find you,

and I couldn't wait.

Well, if it makes you
feel any better,

I agree.

This project has potential.

Going deeper into

the casino game could
only benefit the family.

We'll have more avenues
to wash money.

It's a win-win.

Dad, this could be more
than just washing money.

This is a chance for us to
legitimize the Marshall name.

I can do that.

I see now.

You want to move
further away from us.

- What?
- You want to be legitimate.

Well, let me help
you see somethin'

I don't give a shit
about being above board.

It's not who I am.

Boxing, casinos, the dope.

There's not one version
of us ever going legitimate.

But CeCe, I-I'm confused.

This is what you always wanted.

That's why I put you
in charge of the casinos

in the first place.

Yes. It was.

But now I want somethin' bigger.

Ahh, there it is!

That word... I.

You want somethin' bigger.

The moment you,
Zeek, and Aiden were born,

you are locked into
what I built forever.

No one person is bigger
than the family, CeCe.

You have some nerve

to talk to me about family?

Was Mum family?

I'm not goin' down
that road again...

No, no, I'm askin' you.
Was Mum family?!

'Cause she damn well
didn't look like it

from the way you treated her.

Your mum was your mum.

And you, more than anyone,
was just like her.

Wouldn't see my vision.

Frankly, wouldn't shut up.

Shut up.

Be quiet.

Be a part of the ride.

All words we've heard
so many times.

Don't you dare
talk to me about family...

'cause you have no clue
what it means.

It's always about you,

Kingsley fuckin' Marshall.

I won't be made
to shut up anymore.

Cebella...

now, I appreciate your vision.

But if this little
passion project of yours

doesn't benefit
the family or my business,

I will end it...

swiftly.

That's right! That's right!

No, no, this seats not for you.

Joy's takin' your place
at the dais.

You're really gonna
embarrass me like that?

Embarrassment is
subjective, Zeek.

An emotion I've
never really understood.

Now you can either
go back there,

and watch from the monitor,

or you can take your place
with the media.

Calls yours.

London, the time is here.

The moment we've all
been waiting for.

First up,

I'd like to introduce the
promoters behind our fighters.

For the reigning champion,
the one and only, Eric Colman!

Thank you.

Greetings to my UK friends.

It's good to see you, brother.

I was worried about
you being gone so long,

whether we'd ever see you again.

But I knew you weren't gonna
miss this for anything.

What, with another chance
to beat you, why would I?

When I say

that I've never seen
a fighter more prepared,

more engaged,

and he's in tip top shape,

I mean it.

Victor "One Punch" Abisov
is a man of few words.

He doesn't even want to talk
here today, but I will for him.

Jackhammer...

I wouldn't want to
be you on Saturday.

- Is that right?
- That's right.

'Cause you're gonna walk
in that ring one way

and be carried out
never to be the same again.

Because of this man here.

So do us all a favor.

Show up...

Ready.

Because if you're not,

I think we'll be holding
a prayer circle for you.

Thank you.

And we'll see you on Saturday.

Never to be the same again.

Tough words,
ladies and gentlemen.

Well, now I'd like to introduce

the head of the
Marshall boxing empire,

London's very own,
Kingsley Marshall!

Thank you. Thank you.

Now, before we begin,

I'd like to make a note
for everyone here

there's been some restructuring
within Marshall promotions.

Joining us
in a more permanent position

will be none other than
my esteemed wife, Joy Marshall.

I would like to introduce
to you the man of the hour.

No, the boxer of the century.

- That's right.
- Pound for pound...

- Mmm.
- The best, in my opinion.

Mmm.

The greatest of all time.

- Oh, say that again.
- The greatest.

One more time.

The greatest fighter of all,

the one, the only...

Zeek Marshall!

Where are ya,
ya little bollocks?!

I told you, you owe us,

and now is the day
that you pay up!

Boys, we're tryin' to do
business here, all right?

Real business.

Whatever it is you
have with Zeek,

you can take up
some another time.

Fuck him...

and fuck you too Kingsley!

All right, security?

He's just a chip off
the old block!

Get everyone out of here.

Take Joy, and get the one
with the megaphone.

You need to go,
you're too exposed.

Where is he?!

Kingsley! Kingsley!

Come, come! Follow me.
Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Here. In here. In here.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, come.

Goddamn traveler pricks.

If there weren't
so many people there,

I'd kill the lot of them.

What are you doin', Duke?

- Put the gun down.
- Shut your fuckin' mouth.

Your words don't matter
right now.

Right now, you're gonna listen
to me.

I've been thinkin' about this
moment for a long fuckin' time.

Seein' your face.

Lookin' at you.

Eye to eye.

Knowin' there's nothin'
you can do.

Knowin' that your life

is now in my hands.

Where's all this
comin' from, Duke?

Vengeance.

Vengeance?

For Calvin.

Do you really know what that is?

I can offer you
more than vengeance.

No...

I can offer you
a new lease of life.

Another chance to do what
Calvin would want you to do.

A chance at Heavyweight
Champion of the World.

Where you deserve to be.

Where I've always seen you.

And that's what you really want.

Isn't it?

You've told me what you think
I want for the last time,

you hear me?

Because what I want...

oh, that's very different
from what you can offer.

When Nadim spoke
of the Nogales cartel,

I knew it was you
destroying my legacy.

And even knowin' that,
I still forgave ya.

Because I understand, Duke.

I understand why
you want to kill me.

But you're wrong.

I'd never do anything
to you and Calvin.

The love I gave you every day.

The blood, sweat and tears
that I put in,

I saved you from death, Duke.

I saved you from dyin'
in them streets.

Not fucking Gazzer, me!

Me! I gave you your purpose!

- And Joy...
- What?

Everything that happened
between you and Joy,

I don't care, Duke.

Because you mean more to me than
anything I've ever had with her.

Don't you see?
Duke, it's all about you.

You mean more to me
than anything.

Fuckin' bullshit!

You set this whole thing up
to punish me. I know you did.

No...

The only thing that
I don't know for sure...

is if you meant to kill Calvin.

Did you?

Duke...

I didn't do it.

- Stop lying to me!
- If I did it, Duke, I'd own it.

But it weren't me...

Duke.

So put the gun down, son.

And we can figure this out.

I should've known.

Even with a gun in your face,

you would never admit
to anythin',

'cause you're a coward.

And now you're gonna die
bein' one.

I don't know
what else to say, Duke.

Get on with it.

Get the fuck off me!

I said stay down!

Get him up!

Get the fuck off me!

Get off me!

It took you long enough.

Get off me.

Hold it.

I hate that it's come to this, son.

Yeah?

But it has.

Be well.

Hurry up,
the NCA are already out front.

Use the service exit.

All right.
We know who we're looking for.

Duke Kilroy.

It's been confirmed that
he is inside the building,

so fan out to all areas
until we find him.

- Yes, boss.
- Let's go.

I'm looking for Duke Kilroy.

- Have you seen him?
- Not at all.

Sorry, officer.

Wish I could help.

Make sure every goddamn room
in this building is searched.

- Yes, boss.
- Will do.

You should do as she says.

Wouldn't want you missin'
out on finding Duke.

Fuckin' go on. Get in.

Come on. Get in there.

You're not gonna book me?

Take my picture? My prints?
Huh?

It's not goin' that way
this time, mate.

I want my phone call.

That won't be happening either.

And uh...

Kingsley sends his regards.