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[Jay] Previously on Fightland...

[Kingsley] I know why you're back.

Now some things can be rebuilt, but not family.

[Jay] Why didn't you kill Kingsley

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

I want this.

[Kingsley] I want you to sign this agreement.

Make you majority shareholder.

[woman on radio] A woman was heard at the scene,

but no body was found.

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

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

[Connor] 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.

[Kingsley] Duke was there.

-[Joy gasps] -Langston had one job.

I need one waitin' for me at the location.

[Kingsley] Captain's always responsible for his team.

What deal suited you with the cartel?

-[Irfan] Wait Kingsley-- -[breathing heavy] 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.

[Kingsley] Kept 'em for you. Your title.

Your Crown.

[stadium announcer] Marshall Promotions presents...

The Duke!

[dramatic music playing]

[reporters clamoring]

[reporter] What do you think your brother would say, Duke?

[music intensifies]

Chingado...

[indistinctive questioning]

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.

[applause and cheering]

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.

[indistinctive questioning]

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.

[quietly] 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.

[dramatic music playing]

["Fightland" by 50 Cent, Sheff G, Sleepy Hallow & Jeremih playing]

♪ With desire, I take control, oh ♪

♪ In the moment, you'll find there's no one as cold as me ♪

♪ At night, you'll see a lil' more of me, mm ♪

[50 Cent] ♪ Southpaw, lefty, I call this my knife hand ♪

♪ UK, blade work, run for your life, fam ♪

♪ Gang shit, bang shit, this is just a different drill ♪

♪ Lame shit sayin' shit 'round hoes, that'll get you killed ♪

♪ Real shit, kill switch, up the pole, you won't feel shit ♪

♪ Careful who you chill with ♪

♪ That might be who you kill with ♪

♪ Cash out, lash out You gon' make niggas crash out ♪

♪ It's really not a problem I mean if it's a problem ♪

♪ Your man got them hands, he wan' box ♪

♪ My man got that blick, he wan' pop ♪

♪ He on his third body, he won't stop ♪

♪ You niggas fuck around, we'll make it hot ♪

♪ With desire, I take control, oh ♪

♪ In the moment, you'll find there's no one as cold as me ♪

♪ At night, you'll see a lil' more of me, mm ♪

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.

[dramatic music playing]

[Kingsley on TV] The rejoining of forces

to regain the heavyweight championship of the world.

[laughs]

[foreboding music playing]

["Corruptible" by Doc Brown playing]

[cell phone buzzes]

♪ We don't give a, whoa! Whatever you wanna do ♪

[indistinctive cheering and shouting]

Duke! We need to celebrate.

There's nothing to celebrate.

What? You mean you haven't heard?

Heard what?

Gaz woke up.

[chuckles] [sigh of relief]

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

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

[sigh of relief]

I just gotta take care of something first,

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

Okay.

-All right. -Yeah.

Kim?

Kim?

[breathing heavy] 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.

[Amado] 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.

[Jay] What?

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

[sighs]

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?!

[breathing heavy] 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?

[Morton] 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. -[knocking on door]

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

-Charles! -[Cebella clears throat]

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.

[tense music playing]

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.

♪♪♪

[Cebella] 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?

[tense music playing]

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.

[chuckles]

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.

[Kingsley] 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- -[television clicks off]

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.

[quietly] Get the fuck out.

Please, just get the fuck out.

Don't you dare...

be at that gym when I come home.

-Please. -[sucks teeth]

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.

-[scoffs] -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.

[Kingsley] 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.

[sighs]

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?

[chuckles]

[tense music playing]

[gunfire erupts]

Garrotte or flesh...

Fuck off!

Make sure this is cleaned up.

Not a trace.

And get Gower on the phone.

[cell phone buzzes]

Hey, I just got here. Where are you?

[Joy] Just in a bit of traffic.

Okay.

How's Aiden?

[Joy] He's doin' better every day.

Good.

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

[Duke] 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'.

[chuckles]

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...

[sighs]

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

it just changed.

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

[chuckles]

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

[sighs] I don't know. Feels a bit-

[deep breath]

Joy?

Joy?

You good?

Aiden...

isn't your son.

He's Kingsley's.

[sighs] 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?

[sighs]

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.

[chuckles]

[sighs] Good.

You know what, save your sorrys for someone else.

[chuckles]

Bye.

[suspenseful music playing]

[breathing heavy]

[explosion]

[yells]

[groans]

[officer] 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?

[sighs]

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.

[texting on phone]

[speaking Spanish]

[phone ringing]

[speaking Spanish]

[Kingsley] 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'

[sighs]

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?

[sighs]

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.

[chuckles]

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.

[breathing heavily]

-[yells] -[items clattering]

♪ We never hide, we're ready to go ♪

♪ Like there's one minute to go, then come alive ♪

♪ There's settings to go ♪

♪ Then stand there getting to know, I swear they lied ♪

♪ The lies they told ♪

♪ Oh, I hope you know, they call me Strydes ♪

[cheering]

That's right! That's right! [laughs]

[cheering continues]

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.

[announcer] 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!

-[cheering] -[applause]

[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.

[laughter]

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

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

[laughter]

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.

[laughs]

'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... -[audience laughter]

Ready.

Because if you're not,

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

-[audience laughter] -Thank you.

And we'll see you on Saturday.

-[cheering] -[applause]

[announcer] 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!

-[cheering] -[applause]

[Kingsley] 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.

-[cheering] -[applause]

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

No, the boxer of the century.

[cheering]

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

-Mmm. -The best, in my opinion.

[Jackhammer] Mmm.

[Kingsley] The greatest of all time.

-Oh, say that again. -The greatest.

One more time.

The greatest fighter of all,

the one, the only--

[Connor] 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?

[Connor] He's just a chip off the old block!

[Kingsley] 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?!

[shouting and screaming]

Kingsley! Kingsley!

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

[shouting continues]

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.

[quietly] 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.

[Duke grunts]

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.

[grunts]

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.

[deep exhale]

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.

[sighs]

And now you're gonna die bein' one.

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

Get on with it.

-[door breaking open] -[grunting]

[Duke grunting] Get the fuck off me!

[officer grunting] I said stay down!

-[Duke grunting] -[officer] Get him up!

[Duke yells] Get the fuck off me!

Get off me!

It took you long enough.

[Duke] Get off me.

Hold it.

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

Yeah?

But it has.

Be well.

[DS Gower] Hurry up, the NCA are already out front.

-Use the service exit. -[sighs]

[sirens wailing]

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.

-[officer] Yes, boss. -Let's go.

[dramatic music playing]

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.

-[officer #2] Yes, boss. -[officer #3] Will do.

You should do as she says.

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

[dramatic music continues]

[sirens wailing]

[grunting]

[Lazaro yells]

[grunting]

[yells]

[grunting]

[yells]

[chokes]

[suspenseful music playing]

-Fuckin' go on. Get in. -[door buzzes]

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.

[chuckles] That won't be happening either.

[grunts]

And uh...

Kingsley sends his regards.

["Backbone" by Chase & Status & Stormzy playing]

♪ Uh-oh, who's on who? ♪

♪ Said you let it ring, but it never goes through ♪

♪ My mind's fucked, my head's gone too ♪

♪ The smoke's with the mandem, but the joke's on you ♪

♪ Uh-oh, who's on what? ♪

♪ Don't tell my brothers cah we'll spin the whole block ♪

♪ What we buyin'? Everything you got ♪

♪ Tell them little pussies that we take the whole lot ♪

♪ You ain't got no backbone ♪

♪ I get it out the trap, I ain't got a trap phone ♪

♪ I got P's and M's and K's and O's ♪

♪ They're illiterate with letters, so I'm lettin' niggas know ♪

♪ Used to give them high-fives, now it's just a middle finger ♪

♪ Diamonds on my Patty, do the Bogle when I linger ♪

♪ They think I'm a rapper I think I'm a singer (yo) ♪

♪ Catch me in the cut, I treat the Urus like a dinger ♪

♪ Get you southern-fried, I'm a South boy on some South shit ♪

♪ This is Chase & Status, this ain't all that fuckin' house shit ♪

♪ I score a goal and I do my dance, I Peter Crouch it ♪

♪ Heard them brothers wanna do me somethin', but I doubt it ♪

♪ Do me somethin' then, do me somethin' if you're bad ♪

♪ My mother calls me Mike, but I think I'm Jack the Lad ♪

♪ Tell us what you're workin' with, don't tell us what you had ♪

♪ I need to start my sentences with "Sorry, may I add" (woo) ♪

♪ You ain't got no backbone ♪

♪ You ain't got no backbone ♪