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(intense piano music)

- It has now been confirmed that the manhunt

for the fugitive that terrorised the city earlier today

has ended on the Southbank industrial estate.

Sources say that negotiations between

the Metropolitan Police and the suspect

have been unsuccessful.

- [Team Leader] Bravo Team.

Let's go, go, go.

BANG (smoke blooms)

- And a tactical response is their only option remaining

A spokesperson for the Met has now confirmed

the suspect's identity as...

(dramatic music)

- [Suspect] Who am I?

Someone who just said their last words.

(gun fires)

- Interview commenced on the 14th of January, 2018,

with Ted Moseby.

Present in interview is DI Summers and Officer Lang.

Mr. Moseby is waiving his right

to a solicitor at this time,

and is aware of his rights.

I want you to tell me everything you know

about the events that transpired yesterday

concerning the murder of several people,

including 10 tactical officers

and decorated detective, DI Skinley.

- I don't know anything.

- Do yourself a favour and know something.

Because from where I'm sitting,

I'd say you were right in the middle of it all.

- You got nothing.

Otherwise I wouldn't be sat here listening to you fish.

- I don't need to fish.

You're already dangling on my hook,

you just don't know it yet.

- Right, I want a solicitor.

- That's your right. And I'm happy to oblige.

And while you wait back in the cell

for that solicitor to arrive,

I'll question one of the long list

of people coming forward.

One of them will talk.

Then what you've got to say

won't be of any interest to me,

and it'll be too late for any kind

of deal to be made.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

No one said anything about a deal to be made.

I did pick him up yesterday morning outside the prison.

- [DI Summers] What time? - [Ted] Early, about eight-ish.

Picked him up, and I drove him to his sister's bar.

And that's it. - And at no point did you stop,

say, down Seagate Street?

You see?

I told you I had you on a hook.

Now why don't you start over.

- [Ted] Okay.

I picked him up,

took him to a place in Seagate Street,

and then we went back to the bar, and that's it.

- And what did he do inside?

- [Ted] Come on!

He's been banged up for 10 years,

what do you think he was doing inside?

- Give me a name.

Give me the woman's name.

- [Ted] Oh yeah, right. Rochelle.

- So, tell me, why did he come to see you?

- He's an old friend.

- Old friend?

You get he's just done a 10 stretch

which means you were what, 12 when he went away?

- Does not mean we do not know each other.

- Mm, come on.

We both know what the score is.

No need to hide anything.

I've got no interest in you or your professional life.

- And yet here I am.

- I'm just trying to put a timeline to his movements yesterday.

I've got him arriving at yours at around 8:45.

- Around then, he came over to talk.

- Talk?

- Yes, talk.

He hasn't spoken to a woman in over a decade.

He had a lot to talk about, being such an old friend.

- Really? And what did he talk about?

- [Rochelle] The usual stuff, ups and downs of life.

- [DI Summers] Anything else happen, other than talking?

- I gave him something to eat.

- Eat?

- [Rochelle] Oh yes, he was ravenous.

- [DI Summers] Anything else? After he ate?

- [Rochelle] We talked a little more.

- [DI Summers] And when you finally finished your conversation?

- I showed him the door and he left.

- Nothing else?

- Oh, wait.

There was one more thing.

He asked to borrow the phone.

- Please tell me this isn't another euphemism.

- (chuckles) No, really.

- Do you know who he called?

- No, but I do know the conversation

got a little heated near the end.

They said they'll meet each other later.

- And you had no more dealings with him for the rest of the day.

- Oh, no.

I saw him later on that evening.

- Where was that?

- [Rochelle] Angelo's.

- I see.

Was a Mr. Moseby there?

- Oh, Teddy?

Of course.

He drove me.

(dramatic music)

(phone rings)

- Hello mate.

- [Jack] Yeah, where are you?

- We're outside the chapel.

- Ma'am, Mrs. Aswar's here to see you.

- Thank you, bring her in.

Thank you for coming in, Mrs. Aswar.

- Happy to help.

Although I must say I didn't really get a good look at him.

- That's fine.

We are simply here for you to tell me exactly what you saw.

- [Mrs. Aswar] Okay, I was there eating lunch.

- [DI Summers] Was anyone with you?

- No, no, I was there on my own.

- [DI Summers] Please, go on. - Yes, of course.

As I said, I was there eating lunch

when this strong man walked in,

walked over to another man, that was sitting down, and

there was a click, and a thud,

and then he walked out.

- Is that all?

Did you hear them say anything to each other?

Was there an argument?

Any extra detail could help to understand

what happened and why.

Take your time and think.

- I'll do my best, I'll try.

- Let's start from the beginning.

What were you eating?

- I was having the vegetarian special.

Jacket potato with butter and cheese.

I remember the door opening and he walked in,

the light blinded me because I looked up

as he walked past the tables.

This really strong presence about him.

He had purpose. You know, he walked in with purpose,

like he knew exactly where he was going.

He pulled something out from under his jacket.

The man at the table seemed to know

exactly who he was.

There was a click, and a thud, blood all over,

and people started to freeze.

Even I started to react,

and I'm ashamed to say I hid.

I avoided eye contact until I saw him leave.

- You shouldn't feel ashamed.

It was, and is a very natural reaction.

Self-preservation is a very natural instinct in all of us.

- But I should've looked to see if I could've helped the man.

I should've done something.

- You did do something.

You did the right thing.

Mrs. Aswar, can you remember what time that was?

- Oh, it was around 2:00 p.m.

I'm really sorry I cannot be more helpful.

- That's fine.

You've been a greater help than you can imagine.

- [Mrs. Aswar] Are you sure?

- Yes, of course, thank you for coming in today

and speaking with me.

Please, let my constable show you out.

- [Mrs. Aswar] Thank you, goodbye.

- Take care.

That was a fucking waste of time.

(knocking)

- Alright, fellas?

- Alright, Jack.

- [Jack] So, we're really doing this, yeah?

- Yeah, we're really doing this.

- You sure this prick's fucking shooting straight?

I don't trust a word that comes out of his weaselly

fucking mouth.

- Mm, yeah, the geezer's a snake.

But he's got an ear a lot more

embedded on the street than any of us.

So if he reckons he's narrowed it down to one of them,

it’s one of them.

Listen, Jack.

I've got to be here.

That geezer saved my life.

His sister took me in when I had nothing.

You don't owe us anything, mate.

- Shut the fuck up, you snowflake.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

- [DI Summers] Superintendent Chalmers.

Excuse me, I didn't hear you come in.

The pieces are all fitting together.

We're getting a clear sense of his whereabouts,

so the "where" part is being answered.

Still working on the "why".

- Good. Let's wrap this up ASAP.

We have a terrified community out there looking for peace of mind.

I don't need to remind you the press are already hounding us for updates.

We can't afford to have headline news

read we don't honour our own

or look after our streets.

- Don't worry, sir. (phone rings)

I'll go wherever the truth takes me.

And if the... (phone still rings)

- Do you need to get that, DI Summers?

- No, sir.

My focus is this case.

- Encouraging to hear.

Just be sure to let the truth guide you

not you guide the truth to fit your needs.

We don't need a repeat of the Donovan case.

- Of course not, sir.

- Make this clean cut. We know who the killer was,

just get the motive and the evidence to back it up.

All eyes are on you, Summers.

Try to do something other than looking pretty.

- Excuse me, sir?

- The department had your back

after the disgrace you brought upon it,

even though there are some who feel you do not belong.

You need to win back the respect of your fellow officers

and get this right.

If not for your career, then for the honour

of your fallen comrades.

Do we understand each other?

- Yes, of course, sir.

I'll do the right thing by the unit

and Detective Skinley.

- Carry on then.

(phone rings)

- You gonna back the fuck up or what?

It's like that, is it?

Now let me go about my business,

and this doesn't have to get any uglier.

Push it, and I'll rip his fucking nuts clean up

and force feed 'em to the pair of ya.

- [DI Green] Triple shot.

Just how you like it.

- Thanks.

I needed this.

Now, what happened between 10 and 2

that made you go on a killing spree?

- Went down easier than my missus did last night.

Couple of smacks to the face,

and she soon took it like a vacuum to a bit of carpet shag.

- [Angelo] I think you should be on your way,

before the tables turn for you.

- [Skinner] Come on, Ang.

You should know by now.

When you run with the biggest firm in the land,

those tables never turn.

- I don't give a fuck what firm you run with.

If I ever catch you laying hands on your old lady,

or any lady for that matter,

I will carve that fucking grin

right into your boat.

- [Skinner] Yeah?

- Yeah.

(laughing)

- Right, gentlemen.

I've got to go back to work.

Back on the streets.

- You can still walk away from this.

I'm not saying you should, I'm just saying you still can.

It's not gonna bring her back.

You do this...

you're either gonna end up doing life or losing your life

by the end of the day.

That's that then

Where do you want to start?

- [DI Green] Don't worry.

I'll get someone to Angelo's Bar and Grill,

find out someone that was there yesterday for ya.

- Hm, taking the initiative again.

We'll all be working for you one day if you keep this up.

- What, and give up working with you?

Never.

(sirens blaring)

- [Angelo] Morning.

- Thank you for coming in to talk with us so quickly.

- It didn't really seem like I had much choice.

- We all have choices.

You just happened to make the right one.

I hope you continue making them.

- Alright.

Shall we get on?

I've got a business to run.

- Run me through your events of yesterday.

- Well, let me see.

Today's Thursday, ain't it?

That means yesterday was Wednesday.

And you want to know about Wednesday.

Hold on, I'm trying to think.

Right, I got it.

I got up, took a piss, scratched my ass,

brushed my teeth, jumped in the shower...

- Why don't we skip ahead?

Why don't you walk me through your day,

say, from 10 a.m. onwards?

- Why don't you tell me what this is all about?

- I think you know all too well

what this is about.

Why don't you tell me what happened once Teddy dropped him off?

- You cannot leave a man in peace, can ya?

- I investigate crimes.

He got involved in one.

So I have to hound anyone

who can help me get the answers.

Now I'm not going anywhere.

So why don't you do yourself a favour and talk to me?

- Fine.

Yes, Teddy dropped him off.

He came in, sat in a booth, I served him tea,

something to eat.

- Hm, I heard he'd already eaten.

(laughs)

- We had a little chat, and then I'd had other customers,

so I went back to work.

He sat there all day.

- [DI Summers] And he never left?

- He was there whenever I looked over.

- [DI Summers] So he couldn't have been somewhere else,

say, around 2 p.m.?

- What ya want me to say.

If he did, while I was having a pony,

I didn't see it.

- And no one from the old days turn up?

- I don't know what images float around your nut,

but when you do a 10 stretch,

all the old faces don't rush to say hello.

The world moves on without ya.

- Drink?

- Yeah, I won't say no. Scotch, large.

Large, if you got it.

- Barry, large scotch please, mate.

- Listen

- Everything I could get is written down in here.

I haven't dotted all the I's yet, but

I'm still waiting on a couple of call-backs.

- You're telling us what you don't know.

So what are we supposed to do?

Kill everyone?

On the off chance we find the guilty one?

- Look, don't make the mistake of thinking

that these guys are angels.

The world is a better place with them not living in it.

- Not the point, though is it?

- All of these fuckers, all of them

gave your sister a hard time.

All of them.

And she had to fend them off

best way she could.

You know.

What, with you not being around and that...

- Don't do that.

You did very well out of what we used to do.

- I'm just highlighting the facts, that's all.

No one's saying that you have to do this.

You just got out.

You can let it lie, move on with your life.

- Can I go now?

- We're not done.

- I am.

So unless you're charging me with something, I am free to leave.

- [DI Summers] For now.

But you should expect to be seeing me again.

Real soon.

- It's a real shame you didn't put this amount of effort

into catching the scum that killed his sister.

- That wasn't my case.

But you seem to have benefited from it.

You were left her bar.

Perhaps I should start looking into that too.

- Really?

Extortionate overheads, stack of unpaid bills,

great motive.

Mind you, it's never stopped your lot from fitting up

innocent people in the past, has it?

- You haven't been innocent since the second you left your mother's womb.

- You don't know me, lady.

- [DI Summers] I hear things.

- Yeah.

Well, I hear things too.

I heard about that poor man that hung himself.

You practically accused him of molesting his own children.

Whole village turned against him,

until he couldn't take it anymore.

And who was it?

Well?

- The neigh...

- The fucking neighbour!

The same nouncy cunt that was feeding you the information

that you based your case on.

And for what?

A quick and easy collar?

- I made a mistake!

We all make them.

But there is no mistake here.

I've got eyewitnesses, and whole string of DNA evidence

that puts your guy there!

Finger on the trigger, blood on his hands.

- What's that?

The same evidence you fitted him up in last time?

- [DI Summers] Wasn't my case.

- It wouldn't matter if it was.

This whole station's corrupt.

- Then help me set it right!

- Right?

You wouldn't know right if it slapped you in your fucking face.

(tense music)

- Another satisfied customer.

Why don't you take a break?

It's gonna be a long shift.

(DI Summers screams)

(catchy reggae music)

- Bring the car around, will ya?

Rocko!

I want you to drive the car, not brush the mats.

What are you doing, mate?

- What?

- Why don't you just leave it over there?

- Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Don't know what I was thinking.

- [DI Summers] Oh, don't play smart with me, Moseby.

- Oh, come on, Detective. Honest, I'm not clever enough to play smart.

- That's the first honest thing I've heard you say all day.

You don't have to insult me, I do have feelings you know.

- Tell me about seeing him at the party.

- Ah, right, yeah, his welcome home shindig.

Yeah, yeah, I saw him.

You know, there was a lot of people there,

it was crowded, I barely had a chance to say hello.

- But you did see him there.

- Yeah, I saw him, it was his party.

You can't have a party without a guest of honour,

that's not civilised.

- And what time was this?

- I don't know, 10, maybe later,

I mean I wasn't exactly looking at my watch.

- That would mean he came

straight from the shooting at Lapland.

- I don't know anything about that. Was that even him?

- But you didn't notice anything strange?

Any arguments, bloodstained clothing?

Any reason to believe something was wrong?

- No, nothing.

Can I go?

- My advice would be not to go far.

(lighthearted organ music)

(emotional electric guitar music)

- [Jack] Jesus H. Christ.

If the devil walked into the church,

you'd expect it to burn to ashes,

and be swallowed by the mouth of hell.

- Today is gonna get biblical.

- [Angelo] This is Jack.

He's our fourth Horseman.

- God help the neighbourhood.

Someone better warn 'em that we're coming.

Death is coming with us.

- [Chalmers] What's the latest?

- [DI Summers] Drugs and robbery confirmed that

all the victims were mid-level faces from the area.

- Colleagues or competitors?

- The latter, sir.

What's coming across is our man

was eliminating the competition for someone.

My guess is Martinez.

Goes by the street name "Romeo".

I'm having uni's pick him up now for questioning.

- Seems out of place. I know this family.

They run a tight ship, organised, disciplined, smart.

Violence like this just doesn't suit their image,

it's reckless, unforgiving, vengeful even.

- He has been away for a decade, sir.

That kind of time can change a man.

Out of the game, needing a way back in.

- It seems farfetched,

and the theory that is a prime example

of specifically the type of thing I remember talking to you about earlier.

Facts, Summers. Not another of your speculations.

- Sir. If I may. I get results.

I get results because I follow my gut.

And my gut tells me that this is connected

to the drugs trafficking going on in our backyard.

- If you are going to insist

on barking up the wrong tree,

then have no reservations

that I'll assign this case to someone else.

Why can't you just play the game,

humour your commanding officer,

and have one of your unit check into the sister's death

and report back to me?

There was a lot of upset when this case

was abandoned last year due to a lack of evidence,

and if it was my sister who was murdered,

and I wasn't around to protect them,

then I would be looking for justice.

- Vengeance isn't justice, sir.

- For him, perhaps vengeance had to do

while waiting for justice to come along.

- Thank you for your input, sir.

- Green.

- Sir.

He looks ecstatic as usual.

- He thinks we're barking up the wrong tree

with the drug angle.

- Easy to be objective from behind a desk.

- All the same, dig up the report

on the sister's death.

Better to cover ourselves than

to listen to I told you so's.

- And did you get the visitor's log back from the prison?

- I did. Nothing jumping out at me.

- Fuck it! And that Rochelle's phone?

- Yeah. One call, unregistered, pay as you go.

- So we're no closer to knowing who our mystery man is?

- I'll look into the sister.

We'll get there, one way or another.

- Thanks, Tom.

(text beeps)

The unknown number that's been calling incessantly.

- It's that Tribune reporter.

- What? Dirty Mac? That paranoid fuck?

Of course he called on a withheld number.

He hung you out to dry on the Donovan case.

What does he want?

- I won't know until I call him back, will I?

- Are you mad?

Chalmers is already on your case.

If you speak to him, you're done.

No one speaks to Dirty Mac, especially you. Do you understand?

- I know not to speak with him, Tom.

But he says he's got information on the case.

- I don't give a fuck if he's information on Lord Lucan.

You do not speak to him.

(lighthearted music)

(phone rings) - [Angelo] Hello, mate.

What have you got for me?

- You boys have got the natives spooked mate.

(chuckles)

Now the waggons are starting to circle, bro.

People are going to ground.

- They know who we are?

- No, but they're determined to find out though.

They rounding up the street urchins,

they're looking for answers, but

you know the drill, man.

It's only a matter of time before

one of your faces is placed.

- That's all right, it's all gonna be over before that becomes an issue.

- What's he saying? - Fuck off!

- You talking to me?

- No, I'm not talking to you. I got a gnat buzzing around my ear.

You got an address?

- Yeah. You got a pen?

- Go on.

- It's the lockup.

On the farm, off the A1.

You know the place.

- Yeah, I've got it.

Just give us a ring if you have anything else.

- Alright.

- What's the matter with you?

- What?

- Well, what do you think I'm trying to do?

Keep secrets?

- What? - What, what, what?

Are you a fucking child? - I'm not a child.

- I've got an address.

- [GI Green] Asset Street.

- [DI Summers] Come again?

- Body's were just found.

Coroner guesstimates TOD between

11 and 1 p.m. yesterday.

He's going back to the morgue before confirming.

- Is there any reason why it's taken

so long for this to come to light?

- It's the way of life down there.

They're used to all the commotion.

No one thought anything of it,

until the bodies turned up this morning.

- And the connection?

- When officers canvassed the area,

eyewitnesses report, and I quote,

"A tall, bearded man chasing after them."

- Anyone else with him?

- Yeah, three others, the description very vague.

I guess normal people don't attract

the same attention as homicidal maniacs.

(catchy music)

- Cool, yeah?

- Yes, bruv, you're good, yeah?

What ya saying.

- Yeah, I'm good bruv, what's been happening man?

- My days, you know I'm with the other ting, though...

- Yeah, what's she saying?

- Holy shit, bruv.

She's done things I didn't even realise

women can do.

- [Tyronne] Trust me?

- [Junior] My toes are still curled rude boy.

(laughing)

- Oh my days, bruv.

This ting is live, bruv.

- Wait, Biz, let me chat to you quickly, man.

Listen, if I was your man, I would take you...

- What's she saying?

- To Wagamama or Nandos... - Shit!

(intense music)

- [Tyronne] Easy.

Do you know who you're messing with, bruv?

I don't think you are...

(blood gurgling groans)

(intense music)

- Come on Gee, like look, please,

no, no, no, come on fam.

No, please, no, no, no, please.

No, no, no!

(bone crunching sounds)

- [DI Summers] You got an ID on our vics?

- Yeah, small crew dealing the streets down there,

the Bonecrushers.

- Umm, homeboys are a far way away

from our Mr. Uptown-In-The-Restaurant.

- Yes, but, but if the TOD's right,

it fills in a gap in your timeline.

- That's a leap.

Over buildings in a single bound type leap.

- Well, call me fucking Superman.

Because if I have one guess,

who lives three doors down to where that body was found.

- Go on.

- Only our friend Ted Moseby.

And what better way to get a bloodstain

killer off the street

than to knock on your best mate's door.

- Bring him in, Green.

Bring him in now.

- Officer's already on route.

- Well, if that's the case, go check the DNR.

Let's see if Mr. Uptown was ever seen

slumming it with the Crushers.

- Yes, guv, on it.

- [Angelo] May her spirit rest in the peace,

knowing that she has been truly avenged.

(glasses clanging)

(drowned out music)

- Bazza.

Place looks a right treat, mate.

- Thanks.

Although I could do with some more balloons.

- That's all right.

Rock, you'll run down to the shop, won't ya?

What type you want?

- [Barry] The type you blow up.

- I meant, like happy birthday ones?

- [Jack] Well, it's a "Welcome Home" party, Rocko.

So what kind do you think?

(chuckling)

- Don't listen to 'em, Rock. Just run down to the shop

and get a load of assorted, plain balloons, yeah?

- Okay.

- Go on then, good lad.

(chuckling)

And Rocko, hurry back.

- You two should stop taking the piss out of him.

You know he's on a full ticket.

- [Jack] Well you do it.

- Yeah, but I know when to draw the line.

- Well, if it looks like I give a fuck,

can you please let me know,

because I don't want to be giving out

the wrong impression, do I?

(chuckling)

The fuck, gives us another one will ya.

- [DI Summers] So, she was found dead

with four GSWs to the head and torso.

No witnesses. There was a local appeal,

but no one came forward, and it became a cold case.

DNR added a note to say that her bar was under surveillance

with suspicion of someone in there

using the place to import, export.

But, just as they were taps up on a warrant, bang.

She's killed, the place closes down,

and the surveillance stopped.

- So perhaps Angelo took over the bar

to get a side business up and running again.

- It's a motive, but I don't buy it.

Don't get me wrong, he's dirty, but

there was a real emotional sincerity in his voice

when he spoke about the lack of justice

for our victim here.

He was just as put out by it being a cold case

as we would be,

and there's no mention of his name

on the drugs report.

- Don't mean he's not involved.

These lot are all linked together in some way,

shape, or form.

- Hm.

And the drug angle is just a coincidence?

I don't buy that.

What's the word on Romeo being brought in?

- Uniforms went to his house, no one there.

Camping outside now, waiting for him to turn up.

He's not gonna say anything.

Especially if you're right,

and it was him that gave up the name

in the first place

in the first place to get rid of the competition.

to get rid of the competition.

He's not gonna say a dickie bird.

- What if it was him that killed her?

The best way to know who the killer isn't

is to be it.

- Sorry, ma'am.

We just brought in the zombies

from the flophouse in Beet Street.

- And?

- And you're gonna want to see this one.

She claims she was involved in a shootout yesterday.

- Then show her in.

- [DI Summers]The officer said that you told them

you were in a shootout yesterday.

- Crazy shit, dragons breathe fire.

Burnt...

(snapping)

- Focus.

Why were you there?

- Fucked up! Didn't pay for my last fix,

said they were gonna make an example out of me.

- Who was? Who was gonna make an example out of you?

- Said I fucked up one time too many,

said if I didn't pay up, I was just gonna pay 'em.

Tied up and beating me.

- [DI Summers] Where?

Where did they have you tied up?

- Round my hands!

- No... Marnie

Where... Where did they have you?

(sobbing)

- In the Dragon's Den, man.

Dragon's Den!

- Okay.

So you were in the warehouse.

I mean, the Dragon's Den, tied up and beating you.

Then what?

(suspenseful music)

(loud slap)

- You understand why I must treat you this way?

If I let someone like you,

a dirty, low-bellied dog, and not pay,

why would anybody else?

(choking)

Everybody must pay the price for their choices.

- Bang!

Doors clearing and guns going up.

(guns firing)

(suspenseful music)

(guns firing)

- Marnie. Marnie!

Did you see their faces?

- [Marnie] They were demons, man.

Full on card carrying demons. Hellish, hellish fire in their eyes.

(tense music)

(gun clicks)

(suspenseful music)

(guns firing)

(suspenseful music)

(gun fires)

- Take her to a cell, will you?

Get her something to eat, and a coffee,

and a change of clothes or something from lost property.

We need what she's wearing for evidence.

- Yes, ma'am.

- I'll get uniform to look into her case, but...

(laughs) Whatever.

Come on. I'll treat you to lunch.

(phone rings)

Don't worry.

I'll bring lunch to you.

- Everything that you think

you know about yesterday is wrong.

I've got the truth.

- You wouldn't know the truth if it hit you

in your smug face.

- Now, you may not like what I print,

but everything I print is true.

I was right about you, wasn't I?

- Talking with you could end my career.

- If you don't listen to what I have to say,

you're not gonna have a career anyway.

- Well, what is it you want?

- Can I meet with you?

- What makes you think I would ever

want to meet up with you

except down a dark alley?

- It's just that I know that you're desperate

to get everything right,

and right now you're getting everything wrong.

- If you have something that tells me different,

then I suggest you come forward

before I arrest you for obstruction.

- Well, if I come in, I'll be a victim too.

- Look, I really don't have time for smear campaigns

or conspiracy theories.

- Can I text you my number?

It's a secure line.

If you want to talk to me, then you can.

But one way or the other,

this thing is gonna blow over, and very, very soon.

So you better decide whose fucking side you're on!

(engine revs)

- [Ted] You know, I'm starting to take this personally, yeah?

You keep dragging me in here.

What, because I gave a lift to an ex-con

to see a prostitute,

and then gave that same said prostitute

a lift to the same said ex-con to his party?

Yeah, I mean, what's this country coming to?

It's harassment.

That's all this is, it's bloody harassment.

- That was a nice story.

Are you done?

- 'Cause we've got questions.

- What, more?

Haven't I answered enough?

- I'll tell when it's enough.

- Oh, you must be struggling if you brought the B team in.

- Where were you between 11 a.m. and 1 p.m. yesterday?

- Oh, that's easy, I was at home watching telly.

- So you heard the killings that happened

outside your window then?

- What, I didn't say my home, did I?

- [DI Green] What were you watching?

- What?

- Yesterday.

Between 11 and 1 p.m., what were you watching?

- Loose Women.

- That's a lie.

It starts at 12:30.

What? I watch it on my days off.

- Every time I get a lead,

you seem to be at the end of it.

- What exactly do you think I'm guilty of?

- What are you guilty of?

From where I'm sat, everything.

- Well, I don't know what to say, yeah?

If you haven't got any evidence

to pin something on me,

then I suggest you stop bringing me in,

yeah, or I'll get Affirmative Action on the case

for profiling me with drug dealers!

- I never said they were drug dealers.

- If there are people killed outside of my house,

they were drug dealers, yeah?

And they probably got whatever was coming their way.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I've got a certain young lady

that I need to give a lift to.

- Well, aren't you a Good Samaritan?

Well, this is a nightmare.

He's given us the runaround, and loving every minute.

- Maybe.

But he's right.

Without evidence, we've got nothing.

We've got to play this straight.

Otherwise, how will we ever be able to stand up

and say we're the good guys?

- [Jack] And if you think that's big,

you should the size of one of those fucking fanny.

(laughing)

Speaking of massive fannies...

- Not as big as your mom's.

(laughs) I should know.

(laughing)

- You yeah.

You need to take a step back

before you put another fucking foot out of line.

- Move back? - Yeah.

- All right. - Yeah!

I'll stick this foot clean up your 'Arris.

Yeah, Aristotle.

You like that?

Go on, take ya best shot, take ya best shot,

make sure you put me down.

Or I'll make you disappear.

(laughing) All right - No he's all right,

he's a big boy, he's a big boy.

- Big boy. Big boy.

- Big boy, yeah. - Fucking massive.

- Go on then my son. - Come on then.

- That's it, that's it, that's enough!

Enough!

- Jack, Jack!

You missed!

- Fucking hell, eh?

- [Skinner] Oh, I love you, Jack.

You dirty little bastard! - [Jack] Fuck you!

- What is fucking wrong with you?

- It's that fucking idiot.

He fucking needs to be put down a peg or two.

- You are an asshole when you've had a fucking drink.

- Yeah. I know

(dramatic music)

It's just...

I was out of order.

(dramatic music)

I miss her.

I used to see her, you know.

And the whole thing today...

- Yeah, for all of us, mate.

- I didn't mean to be rude.

Jack, Jack, I'm sorry, mate.

Jack, I was a fucking ass, I'm sorry!

I fucking love him.

I love you, man!

I love you, I love him, I do, I love you.

- Yeah, and we all love you, you pisshead.

Let's all have some drinks, for fuck's sake.

- Yes, let's have some more drinks.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Who's this?

Yeah.

Mhm.

Who is it?

Alright.

Is he at that club tonight?

Yeah.

Yeah, I know him, Rizz.

Alright.

Yeah.

I owe you one.

All right.

- There you go.

- Yeah.

Your boy the slow one.

- Rocko? - Mhm.

I got bad news man, he's gone.

- Gone?

Gone where?

- He's gone.

(sombre piano music)

- Who?

- Rizzla.

In retaliation for what you did

to his boys this morning.

- Old Bill know?

- Come on.

They don't know nothing.

What's your body count, 10, 11?

The only one know they know about is Maskell,

they wouldn't know about him if he didn't go

Dirty Harry in the restaurant.

- Where can I find him?

- [Skinner] Ang, just leave...

- Where can I fucking find him?

- Lapland, later tonight.

- [DI Summers] Why didn't you come forward sooner?

- Look yeah. You don't mess around with them man.

They're crazy.

I've seen people get grabbed up off the street,

and they don't get seen again. Do you understand?

- So why come forward at all?

- 'Cause I seen on TV last night

that Rizzla got killed in that Dutty Man club.

I left that boy to die.

He was a kind boy, and I gave him up to save myself.

- [DI Summers] Do you know anything about who he was?

- No.

I know he was with those white boys

that killed them roadmen from Asset Street.

- [Rizzla] Is this dem mash man?

- Um...

- Please.

- Well?

Slap this girl upside her head.

- What is it?

All white men look the same?

- I'm sorry.

Yeah, this is one of them.

- [Ella] Be sure?

- I'm sure.

Look, can I go now? I'm sorry, I've done what you wanted.

- Gets, before I change my mind.

(groaning)

(dramatic music)

(screaming)

- Uniformed officers are at the address you gave us,

then we'll see if a body can be found so we can get an ID.

You did the right thing coming in.

- Yeah, well...

I wish I came in sooner.

He might still be alive.

(drowned out club music)

- You alright, Matt?

If I was you I'd make myself scarce mate.

(catchy club music)

(guns firing)

- [Lawyer] Before we begin, I want it noted

that my client is here of his own free will,

and as such, is free to leave at any point.

- Noted.

Romeo.

Bringing your lawyer a default reaction

when coming into a police station?

- [Lawyer] (chuckles)

- Mr. Martinez is here of his own free will.

Nevertheless, it is in his past experience

that the police are quick to provide

accusations against his good self,

and it is for that reason, and that reason only

that I advise Mr. Martinez

to always be represented.

Even when he's here to assist you

with your inquiries.

- And we are very grateful to Romeo,

sorry, Mr. Martinez, for doing so.

If it's all right with you,

I'd like to ask your client a few questions

about events that took place yesterday.

- Well, ask away, Detective Summers.

However, be assured, if your questions do turn ugly,

or you try to indict my client

as to being involved at any point,

this meeting is over.

Do we understand each other?

- All too well.

I'll start easy.

Are you aware of events that took place yesterday?

- Public killings.

All in broad daylight.

All within a stone's throw of this very police station.

- [DI Summers] And do you have any

personal knowledge of the events?

- I have warned you, Detective.

- I merely mean that Mr. Martinez

is a respected, and therefore connected man

within the community,

and as such, may have sources of information

privy to him that have yet to come forward to us.

- Local businessmen are concerned.

They have spoken to me about the events.

- [DI Summer] Terrible events.

- Yes, Detective.

Terrible events.

Highlighting not only the unprovoked attack

at the restaurant yesterday afternoon,

or the savage shooting at the gentleman's club last night.

And I mean, how can I forget?

The carnage at the Industrial Estate.

The news or the police have failed

to make this general knowledge.

- We haven't released that information yet

as our forensic team are still processing the crime scenes.

But, our investigation had led us

to find a connection to all the victims.

- What, that they were killed by the same man, or men?

- And they were drug dealers.

What's your line of business again, Mr. Mart...

- (laughs) That is it, we're leaving.

- Perhaps my lawyer and your lady in blue

should go outside, maybe get us a drink?

Hm?

- Okay.

So now you have me all alone.

Spill.

- Alright.

You do what you do, and I do what I do.

Let's not tiptoe anymore.

I know the white boy got out of jail

and went on a killing spree.

- And I want to know if it was you

who hired him to take out your competition.

- You're not as smart as you look, are you, Detective?

Now why would I hire some white boy

to kill people that I can make just as much with

as without?

Why would I take that risk?

Besides, don't you think those roles are already filled?

Business as usual?

Please.

- Ah, I could think of a good reason.

You killed the sister,

and shifted the blame onto the others,

therefore killing two birds with one stone.

- Look, Detective.

I may be a lot of things, but I was raised right.

I don't hurt women.

Women and kids are strictly off-limits in my crew.

- Okay.

You have morals.

Good for you.

It doesn't mean you didn't order the hits.

- Since we're making each other laugh today,

let me tell you a joke.

You know I was informed yesterday

that I can't even take a piss

without permission from the guy

who did set the white boy up?

- You should teach your dogs how to greet people.

- They're just protective, that's all.

Considering someone's taking it upon themselves

to rid the area of undesirable element.

- A few deaths is good for the business.

Reminds the streets not to mess.

- You know something, don't you?

- I know the value of good information and friendship.

- So are we friends then?

- Everybody needs friends.

You, me, everyone.

Everyone needs at least one person in their life

that they can count on.

- So, as my friend, I can count on you, can I?

- As your friend, I will accept the drink

that you have yet to offer me.

(chuckles)

- Salute.

(lighthearted string music)

- Mm.

Oh yeah.

Went down good.

(laughs)

What is that? Double?

Double malt, single malt?

Come on.

(laughing)

Come on, you can tell me.

(laughing)

It's good.

You can tell me. It'll be our little secret.

- I can afford this shit any day of the week.

It's the perks of being your own man.

(ominous music)

- No...

No, no, no, no, Romeo, no.

You seem to think that you have been given

some kind of God given right

to be where you are.

(ominous music)

You breathe because I allow it.

You have this fancy place with your two-bit muscle

because I allow it.

You operate in my town because I allow it!

And don't you ever think that you are

under the illusion that you are your own man.

(ominous music)

And if I think that you have outgrown your usefulness,

you will be gone.

- Look, look, look, look.

Look, let's just take a step back

and calm down, shall we?

I meant you no disrespect, Skinner,

I was simply sounding off.

- Just sounding off gives you ideas you can.

Just sounding off gives others ideas they can.

Sounding off can get you a bullet to the temple.

(laughing)

You should put a frame around that mug.

It would be a perfect picture.

(laughing)

Yeah.

Okay.

You just keep your boys off the streets

for the next 24 hours,

and you will see what a difference a day makes.

Mhm.

- Where'd you get off talking to him like that?

- When you run with the biggest firm in the country,

you kinda do whatever the fuck you want.

(ominous music)

(laughing)

- [DI Summers] Romeo.

Just give me a name.

You know deep down you want to.

You're not on record.

Just point me in the right direction.

- Look, lady.

How'd you think a guy like me

stays in this business and goes untouched?

It's bigger than you or me.

I'm protected, for now.

And that protection can turn on me

the second I'm deemed to be an unworthy asset.

Now you're the detective.

Do your fucking job and detect.

- Mr. Martinez, I've just been speaking

to your lovely attorney,

and I wanted to thank you personally

for coming in today.

I'm sure the help you have given

will aid this case greatly.

- Why, thank you, Superintendent.

Detective Summers.

- Mr. Martinez.

- Sir, why did you do that?

I was gonna crack him to give up what he knew!

- What does he know?

Does he know more than you?

I told you to look at the dead sister.

This is a revenge motive.

The only lead you need to chase is that one!

That is the story and line of investigation

we are officially filing.

Do you understand?

- But sir...

- Do you understand!

You no doubt feel you have a promising

career ahead of you.

Learn to follow orders, Summers,

or find a new line of work.

- Why are you so intent on telling me

where this investigation should end?

We're public servants!

Or have you lost sight of that fact?

I'll go wherever the investigation leads me!

- That last piece of insubordination

just got you taken off this case.

Hand over your findings to DI Green, go home,

and I will see you in my office, 9 a.m. tomorrow,

and we'll see where the future lies for you, Detective.

- Fuck!

(slamming)

- What's going on?

- Jesus, Tom.

I don't know where to start.

- Calm down, you'll crack the case,

you always do.

- It's not my case anymore.

It's yours.

- [DI Green] What are you talking about?

- Chalmers.

He's relieved me of my duty.

- What did you do?

- My job.

- What are you gonna do now?

- I don't know.

I'm gonna go home,

and then I'm gonna pour myself a stiff drink,

then another, then another.

- And then?

- And then I'm gonna follow my gut.

(club music)

(clapping)

- Today has been a very trying day.

But we have laid to rest the ghost

of those we love.

And we welcome home our native son

from a very unjust sentence.

So please raise your glasses to the big man himself.

(clapping)

We did it, we fucking did it.

(clapping)

(laughing)

- You're under arrest for the murders of Neal Maskell,

Jerome Rizzla, Yuri Orloff,

and several others of the events today.

I told them you'd go quiet.

If you don't, they're coming in for ya.

- Filth!

The street is fucking crawling with filth!

(catchy music)

(knocking)

- Shit.

What do you want? - Sorry

You didn't get in contact with me, so

here I am.

- (sighs)

- The people that this concerns,

they've been going a very long way

to prove that they're willing

to do absolutely anything

to cover up their dirty little secrets.

- I don't trade on paranoia.

What have you got?

- Well, this concerns your man Skinley,

and the shootings last night.

- Skinner.

- Superintendent Chalmers.

Always a pleasure.

But I wouldn't recommend you being here.

- After the cluster fuck that was today,

I thought it would be wise to check

that you have everything under control.

- I'm not sure I see today being bad for us.

We sent out a message that was heard loud and clear.

Keeps Romeo in line,

we have the perfect scapegoat,

and we'll tie up loose ends

to make sure that he doesn't get out

of this building alive.

- [Chalmers] You trust the people on your team?

- These guys are our guys.

Look.

We'll keep the uni's outside.

The more witnesses, the cleaner the shoot will seem.

Now you just go home and get some sleep.

And then when you're ready,

you can oversee what detective

is gonna take over this case,

just so you can steer him in the right direction.

- This was a bad idea.

- No, no, no.

- You losing your shit and panicking was a bad idea.

- That was an accident.

- Mm, mm.

Five rounds to the head and body.

That ain't no accident.

- Just get it done.

- Yes, sir.

I'll just get it done.

He's in the building.

He doesn't get out alive.

- Bravo Team.

Let's go, go, go!

BANG (smoke blooms)

(intense music)

- Talk to me, Bravo Team.

Do we have eyes on him?

(gun firing)

(tense music)

Do you have him?

- [Skinner] He's one fucking guy.

(tense music)

(whistling)

(gun fires)

(guns firing)

What's all that gunplay?

Do you have him, over?

(suspenseful music)

(guns firing)

(gun fires)

- [Skinner] Bravo Team, report, Bravo Team.

If you want something done properly...

- [DI Summers] And how do you know about all this?

- I can't give away my original source.

- Then why should I believe you?

- Okay, all right.

Strictly off the record, it's my sister.

Now she's been having a long,

abusive relationship with Skinner,

and it's got to the point where enough's enough.

Now she started recording his telephone conversations,

logging his emails, logging his texts,

and now there's a paper trail, and it's a mile wide.

- Come out wherever you are.

It didn't have to be this hard, you know.

Mhm.

Making me come in here

just to kill an old friend!

(tense music)

We are still friends, right?

You know, you did me a real favour today.

Taking out my competition like that.

I've gotta be honest, I thought you outlived

your usefulness when I set you up

all those years ago.

But God damn!

If you weren't released at the right time!

(laughing)

You were played!

You were played, just like you were growing up.

Just like you were on the streets.

Just like when you took the rap.

Not grassing.

Come on!

(laughing)

All you were was muscle.

Too bad your heart was bigger

than your fucking brain.

(laughing)

Ah!

I played you.

I played you all.

You know what that makes me?

- Someone who just said their last words.

(guns firing)

(groaning)

- Big man with a big mouth.

- You want last words, I'll give you last words, motherfucker!

- Your sister put her nose into things

that did not concern her.

So my superintendent put a full clip

into her for her troubles.

She didn't even see it coming.

So what do you think about that?

(gun fires)

(heavy breathing)

- I thought you'd never shut up.

- [DI Summers] I'm not on the case anymore.

- [Mac] But surely this doesn't seem right to you.

I mean, there are large forces at work here.

- If what you say is true,

then I'm sure there will be someone

who will come forward.

- And what would be in it for them? Hm?

This bunch.

You turn on them, they'll mark your cards,

you're finished!

- Listen.

I may know someone.

(drowned out hiphop music)

- No, I don't trust any of them.

- What do you think I should do?

(phone rings) - Just be careful.

- Who's calling me now?

Yeah?

- Do you know who this is?

- Yeah, I know who this is, Detective.

- That protection you talked about,

it's not gonna be there come morning.

- Is that so?

- Your only hope is to get in front of what's gonna break.

Come in, do the right thing,

before they drag you down to save themselves.

- Yes.

Well, my client will want full immunity

in exchange for his testimony.

- I can't make the deal,

but I get the feeling that is an offer

that could be agreed to.

- Well then, Detective Summers, let's talk.

(drowned out hiphop music)

(knocking)

- The Metropolitan Police are under scrutiny tonight,

as Superintendent Chalmers,

and fallen Detective Skinley

are both suspected of police corruption

and drug trafficking.

A whistleblower has come forward

along with eyewitness statements and documents

uncovered by renown Tribune journalist, Mac Rowcliff,

that have now provided enough evidence

for arrests to take place.

Although the home office have yet to release

an official statement,

we have been informed that the next 24 hours

will be crucial in charging others suspected

in being involved.

- Great work today Guv.

It's a massive tick in the win box.

- I don't know if anyone's gonna agree,

I just took out one of our own.

- They went against everything we stand for.

They stopped being one of us,

the minute they did that.

If people don't agree, then fuck 'em.

- You heading home?

- Yeah.

You know, I was thinking a nightcap.

You know, celebrate the win.

Maybe raise a glass to Donovan.

- To Donovan.

Sounds good.

(click)

(dramatic electric guitar music)