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London's criminal underworld is controlled by two of the worst gangsters

you could ever hope to avoid.

Mrs. Vine may look like the prim and proper sort, but she rules her empire

with an iron fist.

Wake the boys up.

I'm all over it, ma'am.

And Fraser Mahoney, well, he looks like what he is. A right horrible bastard.

May you say something like that in my ear, sir.

And I'll cut your fucking tongue out and shove it up your ass.

To make matters worse, there's a new lot causing havoc.

The Mushka Street Gang are growing in numbers and they don't fuck around.

Even the law won't go near the Mushka Estate without serious backup.

Please don't kill me! Fucking die, Pete!

The police tried to enforce the first curfew in the history of London.

But that didn't go down too well.

Tensions have reached boiling point.

And East London's criminal underworld is on the brink of an all-out war.

And I'm about to find myself right in the middle of it.

Edward, all I need you to do is what?

Stay put, watch the car, keep it running.

You can trust me, all right? I promise.

No, I know.

Three, two...

Do you speak English?

Expecting somebody?

Must be this Russian lady that's got an appointment to buy a ring. It's half an

hour early though.

Is she on her own?

Yeah.

Was that right?

You can come in.

Open the door.

Can't you just push the door?

Ready? Go.

Fucking hell.

Look at the size of this bad boy.

Just speak English. Drop

the fucking gun. Two seconds.

What?

Can you back up?

No!

Park here, mate. Yeah, just give me a second, mate, yeah?

Get up! Over here! Get in the corner! Get on your knees! Don't look around!

You can't know who owns this place.

He wouldn't be here.

Open it. Target set.

Keep your heads down and nobody gets hurt.

Face the wall.

Sorry, sweetheart.

Naughty, naughty.

Wildcat!

A hundred grand and a big bag of diamonds. Thank you very much, Mrs.

Vine.

Hexville! No one turn around or they fucking get it.

Fucking finally.

All those diamonds?

It's going to work. I'm going to ask God to forgive me.

Oh my God, that is a talent.

Hey, you can just reload like that one after the other. It's amazing.

What, you want to go again?

Can you go again?

Can

I

ask you something?

Have you been thinking about it at all?

You want to talk about changing our lives.

Now.

I bet I do want a family.

We are a family.

I know we're family, just... If we are on two totally separate

paths, I do...

And how do you think your brother's going to handle an addition to the

family? Imagine how he'd be if we had a child. Oh, don't make this about him.

You know, I've got... a brother with a paranoid personality, whatever they're

calling it, this week.

And I'm his big sister.

So I am responsible for him.

If I'd been braver or...

Helped him earlier, then maybe he wouldn't be so don't How he fucking is

listen to me.

How many times do I have to tell you this is not your fault?

You gotta find a way to Let yourself off this fucking hook

I've never lied to you about who I am what I want

It is now or never

I don't know if I can bring a kid into this world. The job that we do is

dangerous as shit.

What if I'm not around? What if I can't be there to be a dad?

Then we'll quit.

We'll get out.

Ada, our work is who we are. Oh, fuck that. No, it's not. It's what we do.

Does that mean that every time you're here with me that you're...

Mine's just somewhere else. I love being with you. It's beautiful.

It's quiet.

We have fun, me and you.

So why can't we just have more fun and more quiet?

Eventually, Ada, that quiet is going to become so deafening, it's going to make

my ears bleed.

I don't know how to respond to that. Just go.

So friendly.

What's his name?

Poppy. She's a girl. Poppy. Lovely.

Roman. Are you kidding me?

How long has it been? It's been such a long time. Years. I can't believe it's

you. What are you doing here?

I'm doing this private security job. With Curtis, actually.

Who might you be, Angel?

This is Charlotte.

Charlotte, this is Mummy's friend, Roman.

We used to work together.

She says you look like a Power Ranger. Oh, did she? Yeah.

I see we've both picked up a new skill.

No wedding ring, I see.

Jumping right in there with the big questions, then.

I'm just wondering if anyone's going to mind if I ask you to dinner tonight.

I can't go out tonight, I'm sorry.

But if you fancy joining me and Charlotte for chicken nuggets...

Chicken nuggets?

Chicken nuggets are my favourite food. But you're the chicken nugget man.

That's what they call me.

Well, you made a good choice there, because they're shaped like dinosaurs.

What an amazing kid.

Looks smarter and tougher than her mum.

And what about Dad?

He not around?

Not letting that one go, are you?

Just curious.

Let's just say I'm a terrible judge of character.

Well, you're a terrible judge of character. Bodes well for me.

Hey, hey, hey.

At ease, soldier.

That's a bit fast for me.

Yes, ma'am.

How long you got time for, anyway?

Couple more weeks.

Yeah.

Well, I, uh... guess I should get going, then. Yeah, yeah.

Thank you for dinner.

And for letting me spend time with Charlotte.

Yeah. I really enjoyed it.

I'm Claire.

Oh, Rowan.

Coat.

It's good to see you. Yeah.

Look at her.

Look at her.

Your little girl is coming with me, Ada. But Fraser Mahoney is gifting you one

day. 6 a.m. tomorrow, Kailash's Flower Market Cafe.

Bring half a million in cash. If you're late, you really don't want to be late.

I'm so sorry.

What the fuck?

Ada, I fucked up. What have you done? I fucked up. Ada, please, you've got to

believe me. I had no idea that you and Charlotte would get dragged into this.

Why Charlotte?

Because you're my sister.

I can't pay the money that I owe. Well, I haven't fucking got it either.

Ada, they know.

They know what you are.

They know about your special forces background. And they figure that...

With you, I've got half a chance of getting the catch. I didn't... I didn't

know! I didn't fucking know!

Ada,

I'm glad you called. I've been thinking about you. They've taken Charlotte.

What? Hold on, what are you talking about? Who?

Can you come?

I'm on my way.

Bring guns, Robin.

Bring a fucking arsenal.

Come here.

We're going to take care of this, all right?

Whatever it is, we're going to face it.

Brought some backup.

Curtis.

I owe you, Ada.

I'm here to return the favor.

You've all heard about this war between Mahoney and Mrs. Vine?

Two biggest gangsters in London fighting for the number one spot.

All you need is a spark and there'll be fireworks.

Exactly. So if we take down Vine's jewelry store and make it look like it

was Mahoney... They'll be busy fighting a war and not looking for us.

Are we even sure there's going to be enough in the safe?

I have a guy on the inside who's pretty convinced.

Enough to give us this information and risk his life.

I'm sorry.

How the fuck are we going to get Mrs. Vine to believe Mahoney ripped her off?

Sia. The information's her currency, and she's the most trusted source of it in

London.

If we can convince Sia, our plans are going to work.

Sia fucking hates you.

All right, it's complicated.

After that, we see Finley the defense, and we flip the jewels into cash.

Then we'll use the cash to pay Mahoney and get Charlotte back.

Well, by 6 a.m. that's going to be tight.

Fendi's given us a time and a place.

Mushka States.

Are you crazy, man? I'm not going there.

You fucking idiot.

What, you really think you're coming with us? You're a fucking idiot.

Look at me. Curtis.

Look at me.

Everybody got my baby.

I can't risk letting anything happen to you.

They've only got Charlotte because of me.

I got you into this mess and I'm going to... Put my life on the line to get you

out.

I know you wouldn't.

Bring me down on the floor!

It's gonna work.

Finley the fan said it called him from a landline phone in the mushka state.

There's a payphone around the corner.

Fucking hell.

What

the

fuck?

Who the fuck is that?

Why is there a parking geyser in the boots? You fucking idiot. What's the

matter with you?

It's not a big fucking deal.

Hey,

what the

fuck

are you saying?

Chill, chill.

You're not really fucked up in the wrong energy, get me? It's an accident, okay?

Just calm down. I'm fucking yanked.

Bro, man, pussy hole's proper lost, isn't it, bro?

What, you banged your head in a crash, bitch?

Stepping at me?

It really hurts, I was just... What you think, man looks like a fucking doctor?

Nah, you don't have to bitch, he lives with his mum.

But you might need a doctor.

What's happening, Treacle?

Hey yo, they've got some serious machine, bro.

Back the fuck up.

Go on, the pair are up.

Drop the knife, baby boy.

You ain't the only one in this estate strapped, you know.

But I'm the only one in this conversation, innit?

I said, back the fuck up. You too, sweetheart.

Come on then, big man.

Yo, fuck this recall, man.

Let's cut, yeah?

I'll be seeing you.

Go on, ta-ta.

Fuck off.

Go and get comfortable.

Fuck it, I'll take it. They're going to come back.

You can fuck off, I know.

Will you stop kicking the trunk, please? You don't want to do that. There's

explosives in there.

What the fuck are you doing, Aida?

You need to wake up!

Wake up!

Aida! Aida!

Oh, God.

Edward? No, no, no, you're bleeding.

Are you hurt? No, I'm fine. Are you all right? I'm fine.

It's the traffic guy. No, he's not. Look, we have to go right now.

Jesus Christ, we've killed somebody innocent.

Well, I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do.

We can't think about it now. We need to focus on Charlotte.

So why the fuck was that geezer in our boot?

It was a traffic ward. Yeah, I caught that. Why the fuck was he there, you

twat? Please try and chill, Curtis. What, do you want him to move the car?

So you put him in our boot?

What, you want me to move the fucking car? I'd rather you remove the

explosives we rigged to toss a robbery car rather than put a traffic... Six o

'clock. What? Oh, my goodness, it looks like they're waiting for backup.

Can't open fire. There'll be an army on us in no time.

Where is this payphone?

Just up here.

It's all right, Ed. Stay calm. Yeah, I'm fucking trying to keep calm. It's all

right.

It's too late. Come here! Stay inside!

Move! Move!

There has to be a way through to the other side.

Then we can get a car.

Ninety-eight.

Ninety-eight.

Ninety-eight. Ninety-eight.

Guys, they're moving in.

Please take my brother.

Find a way out. Get car now. That's an order.

Yes, ma'am. Moving!

That's the police.

Come to the fighting with the muskets. Now's our time to move. I'm on your

heels. Go.

Over here on this wall.

Wait here.

Do not fucking move.

Fuck, I can't feel my hands.

Just chill out.

I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying. Calm yourself down.

Deep breaths.

Are you hurt?

Only my feelings.

Fucking hell! You scared the shit out of me!

I've been waiting to do that, haven't you?

I ain't got Roman's patience with you.

I'm here. Yeah, because Ada saved your life and now she gave you a fucking

order and you need to follow it.

If anyone's got a past to freak the fuck out right now, it ain't fucking you,

mate! I can't breathe.

You don't understand.

I fucking understand!

Have you got any idea what Mahoney will do to Charlotte?

Shut the fuck out of it! Break, Curtis!

Fucking leave it!

I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

What are you feeling through the illusion?

Where are we gonna go?

The churchyard. Right. We need to move.

We can't leave him like this. Look at me. Come with me. Have you got your

anchor?

Got it?

Hold it in your hand every time.

Jesus fucking Christ!

Listen.

He's not going to respond if you treat him like that.

He needs to man the fuck up. Wrap his head around what he's done. We're going

to have a massive fucking problem if you don't leave him alone.

You wouldn't say that about a soldier with PTSD, would you?

What the... What the fuck is wrong with you?

Nothing.

She shot me.

What the fucking tracks?

Have we got that fence guy to call?

Oh my god.

We've got eight minutes to phone Finlay.

I've got a mate on the estate.

It's only a couple of minutes drive away. We need to go. Now.

What's the matter?

Another nightmare?

Cayden, look at Nana.

What did I say?

Come on, Puppet.

I don't need to be scared.

That's a good boy.

Now, Mr.

Tiny's gonna look after you.

And if you need me, you know Mr.

Jensen's just outside the door.

Just yell, and I'll come running.

Now, go back to sleep.

Sweet dreams.

Thank you, Mr. Johnson.

What happened to her?

Scared to death, Mrs. Vine.

Literally.

I didn't even electrocute her.

Gentlemen, my sincere apologies for the interruption. Now, help me understand.

You are attempting to convince me that three thieves caught you completely

unawares. On the very day I coincidentally had over two million

pounds worth of jewels in my safe.

They were smart enough to blow the cabins because they knew by doing so the

police would be alerted.

And I would have to spend hours dealing with the law before focusing my full

attention on capturing those audacious enough to steal from

me.

Is that an adequate summary?

This is fine.

Please.

I swear my life. I don't know who did this to you or what.

I want to emphasize the need for honesty.

I trust the point is made.

I swear I had nothing to do with this. If anyone's involved, it's Brady.

Brady seems to disagree.

Please, if I knew anything, I would tell you.

Please. No!

Please! Please!

Please!

I sincerely hope his theory was correct.

I'm sorry. I was in the military with Roman Cutter. He's the one who hit your

store. I was desperate.

I knew nothing about the two million in diamonds. Neither did Cutter. But if you

let me go, I will bring him to you on a fucking plate.

Send someone to see if you can leave the fence.

Of course, ma'am. If Roman Cutter's working independently, you really think

he'd try and fence your jewels locally?

I don't want to think, Lenny. I want to know.

It's a very short list of fences with a bandwidth for such a transaction.

Finlay is at the top.

Yes, ma'am.

Brady, my darling, why don't you start by enlightening me as to who exactly

Wormin is?

Cutter was a part of a special ops international unit, elite force.

He's involved with off-the-book shit these days.

You have a way of contacting him? No, he's gone dark.

He said he would reach out to let me know where I can collect my cut in a few

days. But look, I can track him down for you, ma'am.

I can kill him for you. You're clearly not a match to the man you describe.

No, no, no, I can track him down. No, no, wait, wait, wait, no, no.

Fine, Mr. Cutter.

I want him sat trembling in front of me before sunrise.

Which man? An altercation between the Mooshka Street Gang and the Metropolitan

Police has descended into a riot which is spreading across East London.

The riot is believed to have been started within the past hour when

gunfire was exchanged between armed officers and the Mooshka Gang.

The police are mobilizing emergency reinforcements, but local residents are

being advised to remain indoors.

We're hoping to bring our news helicopter in close enough to... That

fucking thing nearly landed in my living room.

Tensions in the city of London... Nicky?

Oh, thank God. Curtis!

The fuck, man?

You still got that landline phone?

Yeah, nice to see you too, bruv. Been a while. Sorry, who are these... Hello.

No, no.

All right, not my type anyway.

I'll just need a solid tonight.

And you've been caught out in this madness.

Wars with the police, gangs, cars, fire, guns. It's fucking Parisian, bro. I

really need that landline. I wish you'd have called.

You give me a right shock.

I thought it was my giant cunt neighbour from downstairs.

Sorry, mate, I've only got the burner on me. I didn't have your number saved.

Well, why didn't you call this geezer on your burner then? He only accepts

landline calls.

Kind of medieval.

The evil fucker only accepts landline co- Please, no, Curtis. Don't tell me

he's dodgy. Trust me, it's cold. Just chill. Let us do our thing. Roman

Cutter. I have a window I'd like to redeem.

Sorry, Finley. We had a little bump in the road.

We're on. 30 minutes. That doesn't give me enough time to get to see his club.

We can't dictate the timing to Finley. Sorry, what is all this?

I will handle Finley.

And you gotta see her.

No fucking way. I have to be there. Peter, Roman, we have a problem. I will

handle it. Trust me. Please, someone explain to me what the fuck is happening

here. Roman. What is it?

The detonator is in the car boot.

Cunty bollocks over here blew up.

Along with the parking geezer. You blew up a parking geezer?

So I fucking did. Edward, for fuck's sake!

Jesus Christ!

My man's waving a hand cannon in my yacht. Put that down.

I've got neighbours, man.

There's a WhatsApp group in it.

Hey, hey, fuck you.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What the fuck are you doing?

Is that my gun?

You said I could trust you. Calm the fuck down. Give me the gun.

He's being a bollock.

I'm not being a fucking bollock. You're being a bollock.

Don't touch my gun.

Can you pull a rabbit out of your eyes?

Detonator.

We've got enough C4 left over from the heist, but we've lost the detonator.

Might be.

I'll have to make a couple of calls. It'll cost.

We're getting it delivered.

No, no, no. It's custom. Stop.

Also... You want me to babysit?

What, taking him anywhere without me right now? Bad idea. Yeah.

And I can't take him to Sears. I'll see if I can get it dropped off.

Drop what off?

A pizza?

Oh, no, let me go out on a limb and guess it's something a little bit

naughtier. Wait, I just need you to chill. Chill?

You're fucking outrageous.

Man was chilling.

Man was watching Apocalypse London on the telly. I need to hold you for a

couple of hours. It's no big deal.

Just you, though, right?

Well, me and... You and Looney Tunes? I have a very serious personality disorder

that's brought on by stressful situations.

Oh, well, tickle me reassured, then, cos there's nothing fucking stressful about

this situation, is there?

No, bollocks to this. You lot can all piss off out of my yard right fucking

now. Five grand.

There. Tea?

Coffee?

Don't leave that line in the back, bruv. Yeah, I'll tidy it up before my fucking

maid gets here.

It's just like you said. If Mrs. Vine believes Mahoney took her jewels, she'll

start a war with Mahoney, and we're home free.

And you're the only one who can convince Sia that's what happened.

I can't think of whether to say it. Give it here.

I'll meet Finley and get the jewels turned into cash.

Trust me.

Edward, I won't do anything right.

Why is she hugging him like they're never going to see each other? Just shut

up for a second, will you, mate? Okay, I'll just shut up for a second, shall I?

Only my house.

Rude. 98.

98.

90 fucking 8.

Right.

So which one of you bellins is going to explain to me what the fuck is going on

here?

Bevan.

If I don't see you again... What are you talking about?

See you in 90 minutes.

Crunching the nose you can't check shit to me.

Hey,

what's the last girl? Are you dead out?

Let me walk you home

Wasn't

very bright coming down here was it?

Show us your tits, love.

You've picked the wrong tits, lads.

First and last warning.

She sounds like she likes it rough.

You've got no fucking idea.

You've got spirit.

And a filthy mouth, eh?

Maybe I should teach you to be a real lady.

I mean, I do like to learn new things.

Oh, yeah?

Is it warm, yeah?

Yeah.

I got your text. What the fuck is going on?

Take a seat.

No, I won't take a seat, Reuben. The fuck are you playing at, Edward?

I'm not. Just fucking piss off, Curtis. I'm trying to regale my story here and

you weren't there, all right?

We got Galloway into this madness. The least we can fucking do is tell him

what's going on.

Yeah, Uncle Nut-Nut here is right. I do deserve to know what's going on. I'm

trying to make an important phone call.

Fucking hell.

Fist in his salad.

I'm just a delivery driver.

I don't know anything. I don't see anything. I keep my head down. That is

the job.

You think this crap is going to get you out of this? You were the one that said

that no one would find out if we took a little taste.

Well, somebody found out.

Reuben, who the fuck have we been working for?

Fraser Mahoney?

Fraser fucking Mahoney?

Are you having a giraffe, bruv?

How are you even a blip on his radar?

I didn't fucking know.

What kind of a bellend delivers shit for people they don't know, then steals off

them? Fuck you. You don't get to judge me on your shit-pleather sofa.

Right, that's enough of that fucking sofas. Chill the fuck out.

Fuck's sake.

Fine, Mum.

We'll just pay Mahoney back the money with a little bit of interest. It's

fine.

I'm afraid we can't do that. Why the fuck not?

It's gone.

I mean, it was only a few grand, man. We'll do a couple of jobs.

It'll be fine.

How much money do you owe, Ruben?

You know those anxiety attacks that I used to get when I was a kid, Ruben?

Well, I feel like you're fucking triggering one, so you need to tell me

how much money you owe.

400,000 plus interest.

That's the fucking number right there. You fucked us.

Hey, sorry, Eddie. I did not know that this would happen.

But I didn't even fucking take that much money.

Not even fucking close. You did.

Yes, but they know that you'll steal.

How they know I steal?

Eddie.

Eddie, mate. What, mate? Can't you see I'm mid-flow here?

No, I can see that, mate.

I think you might need professional help.

What? Your brain is broken.

Fraser Mahoney would like to have a conversation with you, gentlemen.

I just promise we both be here.

Fuck this.

Fuck this.

Get the fuck off me! Get the... Fuck off me! Get the fuck off me!

I didn't do anything wrong!

It's not my fault!

I didn't fucking do anything! No, no, detonators, blown up traffic wardens,

Fraser fucking Mahoney. Yeah, and Charlotte.

Nothing to do with it. Shut up. Who the fuck is Charlotte right now?

Curtis!

What the fuck, bruv? You're an absolute lifesaver.

Cheers. Yeah, I'll be waiting.

Time, mate.

All right.

What's the matter, bruv?

Jesus! Ada!

You can't...

I'm

in a rush, guys. You jumping in or not?

We'll get the next one.

What is this?

Come swinging, man.

What is it with you fucking mush guys?

You know I can't let you in, Ada.

And you know there aren't enough of you to stop me.

You sure?

Where's Jodie?

Hm?

Jodie?

Come in.

Ada?

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm here to see Sia.

There isn't a chance that you're getting in.

Serious? Take my money and I'll go in easy.

Refuse it?

I've got to go in pretty hard.

Give me two minutes. You've got one.

You rob the second biggest gangster in the city to pay back the first biggest

gangster in the city? You fucking wanker. You're as mental as he is.

No, my sister, she's always looked after me.

Calm down. Do the anchor thing. Calm.

Where's your pebble, Eddie?

Pull your pebble out. No, no, no, no, no one's pulling out their pebble.

It's a calming technique, dickhead. Give a fuck. No one's pulling out their

pebble in my yard. It's not actually... You're right.

I'm your rock.

I'm your big sister and I will always protect you.

I love you.

She's not all that strong. She fucking hurts like hell.

You're right.

She learned to fight in secret. She did. She did. She used to steal to pay for

lessons just so that she could protect me from him.

She killed that bastard for me. She fucking killed him.

This is how I fucking repair by getting a fucking daughter kidnapped.

You fucking idiot!

No, no, no, no, no, no. Stop stamping on the floor. If downstairs comes up, we're

fucked. They call him Nicky Never Lost a Fight. And if Looney Tunes don't stop

stamping on my floor, he'll be up here not losing another one.

Right,

stop. You're taking a piss now.

Sorry, I got... If that

was an option...

Why didn't you do that half hour ago?

Shut up.

Hello.

Hi.

I'm here for Finley.

Sit down

Where is she, Tony?

You've got no idea how important this is.

But you know how this works.

Because you made the fucking rules.

Calm down.

Sia said she'll see you now.

Good.

I've got a taxi for Roman Cutter.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hold on.

Where's Finlay? I'm taking you to him. What do you mean you're taking me to

him? That's not how this works. Get in or get out. Up to you.

Oh, now we fucked.

Get out of here, Callaway.

Open this fucking door.

Hey, Nicky. Oh, mate, I'm really sorry about the noise. It's just, it's my boy.

He gets carried away with Pro Evo.

You guys want to fuck with me?

No.

Told you. Oh, fuck.

Hey,

Nicky.

I hope we can move past all this, being neighbours and all.

Sorry, mate.

If you ever come back anywhere near this place again... The last thing you'll

ever see will be my raging eyes.

All right, I'm leaving.

Go on, fuck off.

Fuck it up.

Don't you upset her. You understand me? Think so.

Rioting descends across East London and Ada Williams comes to see me.

For the first time since quitting my employment.

What a night.

Looks like business is going well.

It really breaks my heart the only reason you're here is because you must

need something from me.

And I've got something for you.

Not what I'd like.

No doubt.

Well, no, not that.

But trust me, you're gonna want this.

Trust?

You?

How

much

further to Findlay?

In a few hours, you're gonna find out that someone's robbed one of Mrs. Vine's

stores.

All new, Zeta.

I know who did it.

What do you want for this?

I just want peace.

I want you to forgive me for quitting.

I've left the life, and I just don't want any burned bridges for me or for my

daughter.

That's it?

That's it.

Get out

Finley

What's with all this cloak-and-dagger shit Machiavellian nature of our unique

business forces me into the inexorable position of doing said business in a

unique manner

You say you want peace.

I say you need to be certain that your information gets to the right

destination. And there is no chance on Earth you'd be here if I wasn't the best

place in London to buy and sell enlightenment.

If you want my guarantee, then fucking handcuff yourself.

That's the price.

Trust.

Stay there for him.

Please let me do the other one. Go for it.

Well... I've tamed the untamable.

You must be... desperate.

one must be either asinine or a criminal genius to rob Mrs. Christina Vine.

You still using that word of the day toilet paper?

I have a library card.

I'm sorry, did you say someone robbed Mrs. Vine?

Presumably nothing more than a coincidence, then.

Hmm.

Just like this mushka riot.

Escalating out of control.

There's a lot going on in London tonight.

Maybe I could take you to the realms of pleasure.

Of pain.

That you couldn't even imagine.

Or you have friends right next door that would actually kill for an opportunity

like this.

Imagine the kind of money we could make.

Five hundred thousand, these diamonds, and what's in the pouch.

Satisfied with that amount, these jewels?

Just gonna take my asking price.

Not gonna haggle or anything.

I must have bagged a few more jewels than I expected.

I'm a man of my word.

You... A man of many words.

Open the window, please.

Feel free to count it.

Fuck this. I need you both out of here now.

You know we can't leave.

I ain't giving you a choice, bruv. This doesn't need to get out of hand. Out of

hand? Out of hand's a speck in the rearview mirror. This shit is next

fucking dimensional. Now fuck off.

We come from fuck all me and you.

No family.

No help.

We've carved out an existence for ourselves the best we can.

I know.

And I wish I could help you. I really do, bro. But I ain't built for this.

I'm scared. So I need you both to leave my fucking house right fucking...

You're fucking shooting at us, Curtis!

Shut the fuck up!

Throw out the money, and we let you live!

How many of you flex?

This deal is time sensitive, Sia.

It can really be a drag, Miss Williams.

How much pressure will it take to shut off your gas?

This much or this much?

Fifteen seconds.

I spread euphoria, right?

How do you know, you twisted bitch?

I'm tired.

Yeah, I can change.

I want more.

Johnny!

Ah, they burn.

Fuck's sake.

I'll call them off.

I still can't fathom why you won't protect me any longer.

Let's watch this show.

Once again, you leave me breathless.

Frasier Mahoney robbed Mrs. Fine.

Wants to show how vulnerable she is.

Mahoney thinks the move will give him the neutral street support.

Because he wants a war.

Fucking love that bitch.

Fucking hate that bitch.

Get a lighter.

98, yeah?

Fucking hell, man.

Is that Nicky guy dead?

Jesus Christ, Curtis.

Curtis, tell me what to do, mate. You need to check for an exit and cauterise

the wound.

Okay. I'm really full of it. Fuck, yeah, yeah.

Oh, shit, shit.

Fuck.

I'm sorry, mate, I'm sorry.

Oh, there's no fucking exit wound, Curtis. Tell me what I do.

Got to get the bullet out.

Get me a mirror. No, mate, I'll do it. I'll do it. I'll do it. Curtis, please,

mate. Look at me. Look at me. Trust me.

I've got this.

Don't fuck it up.

Now, this is going to hurt a little bit, all right?

Do you need to wait till you feel the metal?

Sorry, mate.

I got it. I got it, mate. You're going to be all right.

Well done, Ed.

Maybe you're not such a dickhead after all.

Curtis?

Curtis.

Curtis, wake up, man.

Curtis, mate, wake up!

Curtis, please.

Looks good to me.

The jewels, please. How long did it take you to learn sign language?

You see, I learned with an old battle buddy of mine when we were running ops

in Helmand.

After that blast, well, he couldn't hear shit.

I think there's been a misunderstanding.

There's no misunderstanding.

Talk to me. You asked me to track Finley?

He's currently in a car with this Roman cutter.

What shall we do?

Fuck it.

Do them all.

Yes, ma'am.

Lenny, love.

We're going to see his nightclub.

Wake the boys up.

On what I've written.

Trying to tell me I don't look after my kids.

Bro, let me call you back.

Babes!

Holy fuck. Let me call you back. Let me call you back.

Yeah, you.

Come here. Come here.

Damn.

Fancy the night of your dreams, babes.

Is this your car?

You like it, yeah?

Yeah, I really like it.

So what are you trying to do?

I was thinking maybe I'd take the car and record it quick.

Take the car where?

Do it my way.

You

were

gonna kill me, and you were gonna sell these jewels back to Miss Vines for a

little bit of a discounted price. Does that sound about right?

I'm out.

Give me your gun.

Not bad.

Get to the taxi.

Move!

Keep

your

head down. What are you gonna do?

Explosion. In three, two...

Not a fucking word.

Come on out and we can make a deal.

We can make a deal.

You make a deal then.

Put it in neutral.

That's crazy!

Who the fuck are you? I don't want no trouble, fam. I was just told I had to

give a detonator to a man named Curtis. That's it.

Alright, drop it and leave.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Look at this.

I'm so sorry.

Edward?

Edward!

In here.

Oh, thank God.

I am so sorry.

No, we're going to get Charlotte. We're nearly through this.

All I have ever been to you, Ada, is a burden. That's not true.

We both know that it is.

I mean, even when we were kids, all you did was protect me. You looked out for

me and you loved me.

All I've ever done is throw that love back in your face. That is absolute

bollocks.

Never, ever say that again.

Thank you.

Thank you so much for everything you've ever done for me. You don't need to

thank me. You are. I'm your big sister. It's my job.

Look, I promise I'm going to make it up to you. There's nothing to make up for.

I love you so much. I love you so much.

I'm so glad you're all right.

No!

You remember when we met?

First day at the joint force exercise.

Our instructor was the best of the best.

And he used to say... The body... The body consumes

calories.

Should be able to keep burning at 90 degrees. Yeah, that's right.

You keep...

yourself and the men and women that stand beside you, you keep them burning

at 90 degrees.

He called you a wildcat.

You remember that?

Because you never give up, Ada.

No matter what.

Edward is gone.

With Charlotte, she's still 98.

Let's go get her back.

That's right.

What an unexpected surprise.

You reached out to my people, asked to talk urgently.

After years of doing business, it's the first time we're face to face.

I hear you have some food for me.

Caviar has a price.

It's mad.

Roger Mahoney was behind the heat on your jewellery store.

He wants to make you look... weak.

thinks that he would win him the neutral support in the street if war were to

break out.

If I tip the server, can I meet the chef?

I can't divulge on how or where I obtain my ingredients.

What I can do is serve you the meal.

I never liked light caviar.

Too salty.

My restaurant will still require payment.

Otherwise... Our kitchen will remain close to you in the future.

You've walked a remarkable tightrope, building an operation such as this in my

city.

Not just a pretty head on those shoulders.

You're really flattering me, Mrs. Fine.

Lenny Love.

Settle the bill.

Hello, sweetheart.

You know, I've never been very good at real talk.

You still?

Afraid of the normal life without all the noise.

Nothing scares me more than losing you again, Ada.

We're gonna get Charlotte back.

I promise.

Ryman, I have to tell you...

This is Charlotte.

She's ours, isn't she?

I had a feeling.

I love you Ada.

Is my daughter here?

Take a seat.

Where's Charlotte?

Carriages.

Running riot up and down my city.

We're on the news all over the world.

Enterprising little wannabe gangsters thinking it's their time to shine.

Wild times in which we live, eh?

Do you know that my wife passed away last year?

My sincerest condolences.

She was a remarkable woman. She really was.

The kind of woman to make an impression, you know?

In Christ's eyes, she was a bona fide head-turner.

Not just because she was beautiful, fellas looking at her and all that. No,

didn't matter what she looked like.

She had this energy.

She sounds like an extraordinary woman.

I'll let you into a little secret.

I wouldn't be the man I am today if it weren't for her.

What's that saying?

You know, behind every great man there's a wonderful woman.

I believe it's true.

So I'm a feminist, you see.

And I know if a woman wants to get to the same place as a man in this world,

then she's got to work twice as hard.

Can you pass the marmalade?

I want to see my daughter.

People used to say things on the quiet.

People would say, Martine.

That was her name, Martine, my wife.

Martine.

Who's the puppet string?

I've got what you want.

The money my brother owes.

Is Charlotte here?

Yeah, yeah, we'll come to that. No, no, no, no, no. We're there now.

I didn't mind people talking. That's fine.

The problem wasn't geezers chatting. The problem was... My wife started to

believe all the shit they were saying.

No, the power went to her head.

Fucking woman stopped listening to what I was saying.

She even undermined me on more than one occasion.

Couldn't fucking believe her. Look, if you want money, bring me my daughter

right now.

I killed Martine with my bare hands.

Wrung her neck like a fucking chicken.

That taught her a lesson.

No woman should ever get above her station.

Not in my presence.

I've got half a million cash that I would like to give you in exchange for

my daughter.

Do you know the most valuable thing in the world?

Have a deal.

Information.

Take you, for example.

I never knew you existed.

Till a few days ago.

And now, here we are, cozying up together over breakfast and a cup of

coffee.

You're a dangerous female.

It's information I wish I'd known a long time before now.

If you think I'm going to make some kind of vendetta after this, you're wrong.

My only agenda.

Charlotte.

And your blood?

No baby brother here to witness whatever tune I might play?

My brother's dead.

Well, you've had a stressful time.

Your limit's been pushed, that's for sure.

Mr. Maroney, is Charlotte here?

Yes, she is.

I see.

Allow me to throw you a piece of information.

If you've harmed my child in any way, I'll rip out your liver and I will

fucking eat it! Relax.

It's a gift. Open the box.

See? Of course, re-gifting is hardly polite.

But on this occasion, I made an exception.

Thought Ada might enjoy the surprise as much as you.

You're true, sweetheart.

Do you want to invite Roman Cutter to join us?

I assume he's somehow listening.

Motherfuckers!

I hope your colleague also has my jewels.

Finlay certainly doesn't.

Best laid plans, Ada.

Excuse me.

If any of you poor bastards are just here for your cup of tea and your beans

on toast, well, now's your chance to fuck off.

No one, really? Well, I'm not surprised.

You've been warned.

Joy might be a good time to invite new Mr. Mahoney and Mrs. Vine.

Part of our plan went quite well. Well, actually, amazingly well. You wouldn't

believe it. We brought your 500 grand.

And this.

What's in the briefcase?

Be my guest.

Have a good look. Open it or I click my fingers and your baby girl loses three

toes.

All right.

Yeah, we don't want some stupid cunt setting off the stuff that's in here.

No, we don't.

Is that a bomb?

No, that's a rectal thermometer.

It is a bomb.

But I wouldn't be so much worried about this as I would be... It's a dead woman

switch. Once I put my thumb on the trigger, like that, if I let

go, great big boom.

The thing is, it does take a very

special kind of hate.

To kill a family member, doesn't it, Mr. Mahoney?

I didn't enjoy killing my father, but it had to be done.

Because, and you'll understand this as a feminist, you can't let a man get too

far above his station.

Especially in my fucking presence.

Why don't we all just calm down and lower the guns?

Probably a good idea, because my thumbs do get quite sweaty around guns.

Bring the girl. Thank you.

Easy.

So,

you just walk out of here and then what? We get to a safe distance.

I disarm the bomb.

Everyone walks away alive.

I've got cunt written on my forehead.

I think the term, live to fight another day, has never been more apt.

I'd better go.

But understand this.

If anything happens to me, the wrath of my people will come down on you.

Well, we'll be leaving now.

Oh, and if anybody decides to fuck about with the case or have us followed,

they'll be peeling your assholes off the ceiling for the next three weeks.

Enjoy your breakfast.

You understand, of course, I'll be taking that money in exchange for my

jewels. Yeah, fuck it. What have they ripped you off?

The fuck do you think you're doing?

Take your gun off, Mr. Mahoney, right fucking now.

Why Mexico feels like a fucking standoff.

Hey, what are you saying, fam?

Kidding me. Remember me?

You wanted Mahoney's or Vans? I know they're both in there.

The feds are done out here.

The mushkas are running the streets now. Hey, dick splash.

Look at this.

Fucking shooter.

What the fuck is that?

We have left a fucking massive bomb in there with enough explosives to take out

the whole postcode.

Fucking drop it, then. If I fucking drop it, then we all die.

You're chatting shit.

You want to gamble?

What do you think?

I don't think we had a choice

Thank you.

Ada. Ada.

She's okay.

I took these.

This is to make sure that you can give Charlotte the life that she deserves.

Well, we can.

Yeah.

Maybe we should get the fuck out. Yeah, that's a good idea. I think that that's

smart.

I'm everything you want

If I show the lights, I'll be a camera tonight.

I start to look at your face when I'm squeezing you tight.

Yeah, sister, so-so, we gotta burn this old house down.

Keep on beating those drums, keep on pumping up that...

I stay up late where the night's alive

No sleep at all, I

work 9 to 5 It's

honey