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My father was taken from us on the streets of London.

I assure you we had no hand in his death.

Sean asked me to find the guy who killed his father.

- Where's Frank? - I swear I dunno!

Sooner or later they're gonna find out about her.

Say nothing to no-one, you hear?

Nothing gets brought in. Nothing gets shipped out.

Not today, Billy, please.

The only business to get done

will be finding out who pulled the trigger.

Please tell Asif this won't affect our arrangement.

Sean, Billy, we're here.

- Can I shoot a rabbit? - Here. Go on.

We'll meet you up at the old barn, all right? Come on.

It'll be OK.

Hold on there, boys.

Come 'ere.

We were born into a certain world.

It was chosen for us. Fated.

Some might think it's brutal.

I say it's glorious.

Now, if you can do this one thing,

then you can have all that it has to offer.

Do you want that, son?

Yeah.

I want you to take this man's life.

- What did he do? - He made a bargain.

Just like you're about to. Once you enter this world,

you accept that you must kill, or in turn you may be killed.

Once you understand that rule, it's easy.

You can take a life without hesitation.

You can build an empire, be a king.

Just breathe.

Please, please. I'm sorry.

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

Please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please! Please. Please.

- Finn... - Please.

Please, I'm so sorry, you don't have to do it. No, please!

No, don't please! Please! Please.

Just shoot the bucket.

Please. Please.

Please, no.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Sorry. Sorry, Christ! I'm sorry!

Please!

Please. You don't have to do it!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Please. I'm so sorry!

What the fuck is this?

They're fucking empty!

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Jack! Jack, open up!

Psych evaluation. DI Elliot Carter.

In the presence of Dr May. 12th March, 2020.

Have you had any trouble sleeping?

No.

Any nightmares? Negative thoughts?

No.

Experiencing a loss of appetite?

No.

He's been undercover for two years.

He's getting closer to the violence but not to any evidence.

This is how UCs get killed.

- This is different. - It's worse.

He's unstable.

Do you think about your wife, Naomi?

How long has it been since she died?

Two years.

And your son Samuel, or was it Sam?

- Samuel. - Do you think about Samuel?

Of course I do.

Just let it play out. See what he comes up with. All I'm asking.

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

No.

He's careful.

We've been here before, Vic.

Years of surveillance wasted when a UC loses his way.

Let's hope this is different.

You did it. He's keeping you in.

We can do this, Vic. I've felt the shift.

We know Sean threw a boy off a building.

May he rest in peace but if it doesn't connect

to the shell companies, or the asset funds,

it doesn't touch the Wallace organisation.

We know they launder through their property empire, hmm?

Sean is overseeing all that now. He's not just building the towers.

- Then we need a paper trail. - Alex?

- Dumani? - He pushes the numbers.

- Keeps his nose clean. Steers clear of the bodies. - That's helpful to us how?

No way he can stay clean while Sean's running it.

- And if we're lucky, this will get messy. - Lucky? For whom?

Yes, Mr Wallace.

Fucking 'ell Jack.

What does it look like to you?

I mean, I dunno.

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

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

Lot of havoc being done on your word.

... has done nothing to quell the rise

in foreign investors pushing up our property prices.

Should I become the Mayor of London,

I am committed to ending this cycle of addiction and violence.

On the streets I will be demanding more police.

More care in our communities.

And I want people to stop looking at them as potential extremists,

and to start seeing them as leaders of men.

They got to Jack. Slit his wrists.

Fuck!

Whoever killed Finn, they're tidying up.

That's what it looks like.

So, what do we know about the car?

The number plates belong to Patrick Day.

- Who? - One of Kinney's crew.

- Where is he now? - Gone.

Car dumped outside a warehouse, South. Three bodies inside.

We're on the Kinney thing, right?

- We've got uniform shaking down sites now. - Always a step ahead.

How you holding up?

What's Asif doing here?

Listen. As your partner, I made a call. We let Asif trade.

We need him.

My cows. Thirty years and we never had a problem.

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

I sent my son. My flesh and blood.

Asif, we know your business is important to us.

We are in... an adjustment period.

Sean is running things now. It's what Finn wanted.

My deepest condolences for your loss.

Finn was a great man, an excellent business partner.

We know who the shooter was. A Traveller kid. My men are looking.

- You've got trouble with these people? - Nothing to warrant killing him.

That's not good.

A man of Finn's standing should not be that easy to take out.

- Your organisation is weak somewhere. - What are you saying?

First they come for you,

now someone has got to your business partner, me.

My shipment was hit yesterday.

I gave an order that no-one moves any dope until I find the killer.

It obviously didn't reach you.

If you impose an embargo, you'll start a war.

A war was started when my father was shot.

Ohhhh!

You've got his temper.

Believe me, if they were to kill my son,

I would wipe out their blood line.

But I would not lose a Rupee in the act.

Be smart, Sean.

Anyone not helping find Dad's killer looks suspect to me.

He always said you wanted a piece of London.

Now your son's running for Mayor.

Without our support, it might be difficult for Nasir.

Sean... I'm down five million pounds.

What is bad for me... is bad for you.

This is shaming us as a family.

There was a time when nobody would've dared touch Finn Wallace.

They got lucky.

Why was he even in that flat?

We have to be honest with ourselves.

What if it was personal?

Some woman's husband.

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

How did it go with Asif?

He's taken a hit.

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

If there's anyone dealing smack in London I want to know about it.

- What can I do? - Nothing.

I'm gonna make things right, Mum.

I know you will.

I'm proud of you both.

Billy's... clean, and you're strong.

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

If she had, she wouldn't have had him shot in the face.

- Good to see you, Ed. - And yourself. Nice place to meet.

Next week it's my daughter's birthday.

- How is Sean? - He doesn't know who he can trust.

- Yourself included. - Come on, Ed.

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

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

I shook hands with Finn on the deal. A Luan deal.

That's my part completed.

In full. And now the Wallace organisation

has to honour Finn's part.

The Wallace organisation will do what is right for us.

Of course I can go to Sean.

Eddie, they say you are the keeper of Finn's secrets.

But you didn't know about this one.

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Move!

Keep coming.

Stop!

Spread them out.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Welcome to the UK.

You are all links in the chain of my operation.

One of you is responsible for my cargo being hit.

Room service!

Nick, Nick!

Where did you get this?

Where did you get it from? Who's dealing?

Nick!

Fuck!

Well, we've had every Traveller site in the southwest turned over.

No sign of Kinney and no answers.

Our boys have put word out on the street.

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

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

Why did you tell Asif to keep dealing?

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

- You should've consulted me. - You were burying Finn.

- We need money and we trust the Afridis. - I don't.

Sean.

My son was hired by someone to kill your father.

- You're saving his skin. - Yeah.

But I'm telling you the truth.

That's the phone he took the job on.

Whoever ordered that hit

is more dangerous than the fella who pulled the trigger.

- I'll be the judge of that. - I'm not...

- giving you my son. - We don't need you to find him.

You're bringing too much attention on us all with this bloodshed.

You took two of my men out the other night.

Not one of mine.

You kill Darren... and you change nothing.

- Whoever did this... - Leave the phone and fuck off.

Have I got your word that you'll leave my son alone?

You have my word that I won't shoot you in the back when you walk away.

Right. Find out who ordered that hit.

No-one gets to Kinney's son before us.

We find him.

Today.

You think I'd use a gun in here?

Doing a lot of second guessing lately, partner.

Hello?

Is Billy still there? What's the damage?

All right. I'm on my way.

I have to go and find my brother.

Need anything from me?

I've got just the job for you.

"Hello, this is Dave's mechanics.

Please leave a message, and we'll get back to you. "

Finn's shooter was a kid named Darren.

Son of a Traveller called Kinney.

Sean's planning something big tonight

so I'm going to stay as close as I can. You'll hear from me.

Excuse me!

Good evening, sir. Can I take your name please?

I'm here to pick up a package for Ed Dumani.

Sorry sir, this is a ticketed auction.

Yeah, I'm not here for your auction.

- I'm here for the package. - He's with me.

Welcome.

Hello again.

Hi.

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

Yeah. I think that would be best.

Dylan.

Dylan!

Where's my brother?

Please.

He went... He went to score some gear.

You could try Green Lanes.

What have you got?

"The messages on Kinney's son's phone are all encrypted.

Still trying but I haven't seen anything like this before.

This is professional. Oh, the other thing.

We got a tip on a location for Kinney's site.

What do you want to do?

Sean?

Sean, what do you want to do?"

Pick up.

- Take it off. - What?

- Your jacket. - No, look, it's no trouble.

- I just need the package and I'll be off. - Elliot!

Take off your jacket.

- There. - And the shirt.

What?!

I'm blagging it. I have no idea how to remove stains.

- Is it white wine? - Wine? Where were you raised?

- Not in a launderette. - Bicarb of soda. Little bit of water.

- Hey, it's Italian. - Yeah, all right, all right.

- So, how were you raised? - By my father.

- Which means I learnt a lot for myself. - Yeah, me too.

Dad I mean. But he was firm about us

not conforming to gender stereotypes.

- By paying someone to do your washing? - Yeah. Damn straight.

So this, er, package Mark wants me to pick up. What is it?

It's me.

I need a driver tonight.

- Tonight? Like, the whole night? - Yeah.

You got a problem with that?

No, no, I would love to spend the whole night driving Miss Daisy.

Ooh, the cheek!

You know, you're an unknown quantity, boy.

And my judgement holds a lot of weight.

I don't doubt that. I'm sorry. It's just...

I think Sean needs back up tonight. And I wanna be there.

Make a good impression.

I really need this job.

- Yes, Mr Wallace. - I have to go and meet Alex.

Get down to Green Lanes and find Billy.

- I'm trusting you. Do you understand me? - Yeah.

- Yeah, no problem. - Good.

More driving Miss Daisy?

Something like that.

What are you still doing here? I told you, I don't know no Nick.

- I know you sold to him this morning! - Get out.

- One bag. One bag, come on. - Get out!

All right. All right.

- One fucking bag, mate, that's all I want. - Hey, hey!

Are you here for doner or smack? Huh?

- Fuck off! - Get off the counter!

One bag, one fucking bag! That's all I want, this could be really easy.

- This could be really easy. - Get off the table!

- One fucking bag! - Get off the table!

- How do you hide it all? - How do you mean?

Come on, you know what I mean.

I'm afraid I don't, mate.

The Wallace business. It's all a front.

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

- Let's see what you've got in here then shall we? - Oi, oi. What you... ?

- You work for these guys? - Yeah.

You know they take money from dealers selling arms to Israel.

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

ensuring tiny hands are never out of work.

Her CEO personally signed off on suicide nets in Guangdong.

Everything's a front.

You're funny, Alex.

You're a funny fucking guy.

Alex.

That's Kinney's location.

- You ready? - I'm pretty wasted, Sean.

What are you saying?

- I'm just saying... - What?

There might be a different way.

We don't have to torch the whole city to prove our strength.

- We don't even know who's behind the hit yet. - Finn is dead.

My father. Who loved you like you were his own son.

Yeah I know, I know.

So, you coming or what?

I have to protect the business.

This isn't a good idea.

Nice and clean.

I can do this all fucking night, mate, come on! One fucking bag.

I know you did it earlier, do it for me. One bag!

Ah, yes, one bag?

Hey!

Hey, er, my friend make a mistake.

- Give that back. - Fuck off.

Do you know who you're fucking with?

Take your hands out of my...

- Get in the car. - Who the fuck are you?

Leave him alone. No, no, no. You're not listening.

He's leaving. He's leaving!

No, no, no! What? Wait, wait, wait!

Hey! Hey! Fuck!

Mum?

Billy?

You look good, Mum.

I last wore this on our anniversary. When Finn took me to the Ritz.

You going somewhere?

I hear you found Kinney's campsite.

That's right.

It's a night for celebration.

Without hesitation.

I believe in you, Sean.

I'm proud of you.

Thank you.

Thank you, son.

Right.

What do we have?

- Going in like this is a mistake. - It's how we began.

We needed to build a name. That name is worth too much.

Punishment has got to be quiet. Out of sight.

They threatened my family, Ed.

And Sean is the only one prepared to do anything about it.

I'm coming with you. I'll look after him.

Where the fuck have you been?

- Where's Elliot? - Come with me.

- Billy? - Wait there.

Lale's dealing. That's Asif's heroin.

I got it off one of her men.

You shouldn't have done that.

What?

- We needed to find out who was dealing. - No, no. Not you.

Not you, Billy.

- You're sick. - Look, I wanted to help!

I can... I can do something.

If you want to help, stay away from this stuff.

How?

I'm fucking useless.

Dad's dead.

I don't want you to die.

I don't want you to die.

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

I thought you were ready.

But I have to do this myself.

You've missed them.

Brew?

Fucking hell!

Get in there!

Come here!

Come on! Come on!

Oh, fuck! Get out!

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