Original subtitles

[tense dramatic music]

- Boys, we've got something big

I want to look into when we get back.

- Elena starts poking around Bishop's cover,

and then the boys disappear?

I don't like it.

- I received some worrying news about Tyrone.

- He's police.

[grunts]

- Come, this way, come!

- Yeah?

[gunshots]

[glass shatters]

- I can't stop the bleeding.

Don't let them win, man, don't let them win.

[gentle music]

- In our line of work,

the definition of a successful police officer is a hero.

We all want to be heroes, we all want to taste victory,

and we all want people to know about it.

But there are those among us who don't need the limelight.

There are the few, and only the few,

that are happy to win from the shadows.

They are the unsung heroes, and here lies one of them,

Timothy Vincent Jones, Jonesy to your family.

You will be missed.

I'm so sorry.

[gentle music]

♪ Would you take a bullet

♪ Would you bite the gun

♪ I've fallen to my knees

♪ And yes, the war's already won ♪

♪ Through dark nights we burn bright ♪

♪ Till the sun's here, till the sun's here ♪

♪ Through dark nights

♪ When it all goes wrong ♪ We burn bright

♪ When it all goes wrong, I'll take my time ♪

♪ I'll keep on holding on

♪ When it all goes wrong ♪ Through dark nights

♪ When it all goes wrong ♪ We burn bright

♪ When it all goes wrong, I'll pull myself together ♪

♪ Keep on holding on

♪ Yeah, I'm cream of the crop

♪ Remember when I used to run around with weed in my socks ♪

♪ Bopping or weaving a lot

♪ Remember the times when I couldn't even pee in a pot ♪

♪ Now I'm cream of the crop

♪ Got me a sweet and I know I don't need me a thought ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm cream of the crop

♪ Got me a sweet abd I know I don't need me a thought ♪

♪ People wanna be me a lot

♪ Every meal is a banquet

♪ Yeah, I've been eating a lot ♪

- Hey, hey, that was cold.

- [Rico] Cold front, it was cold, innit?

- [Eugene] This is in.

- I'm saying, on hot one, man. - I was feeling that one.

I can't even lie.

- You know what I'm saying.

- Yeah, you saying, though.

- Hey, yo, anyway, I gotta kick, though, yeah?

- All right, bye. - See ya, man.

See you later, Ali.

- [Eugene] In a little bit, yeah?

- See you. - Real good.

- That's right, you some cold rapper, though.

I can't even lie, bruv.

- You can speak English, Eugene, he's gone.

It's just us.

- Yeah, whatever, man.

Hey, but what you saying though?

Do you wanna come to my yard later?

We don't have to do nothing.

I'm just saying, like, we could just chill.

- You wish.

- Nah, but like, I'm serious, though.

I can even cook or something.

- Really, you can cook?

- Yeah, lasagna, all of that, man.

Cook bear stuff.

[muffled shouts]

Shit. Hey, Ali, come. - What?

- Come, we got to run.

Who are those boys? - Ey, let's run!

[muffled shouting]

Let's go, let's go!

- [Man] Hey, where you going?

- Come here!

[confused shouting]

- [Man] Hey, come here, bruv.

- Quick, upstairs, up the stairs.

[men shout]

- [Man] Come here!

Hey, you.

- Go, go, go, go.

[men yell]

- [Man] They're goin!

- Come on, then!

- [Eugene] Down the stairs, down the stairs!

- Get him, get him!

[grunts]

[men shout]

- [Gang Member] Get him, bruv!

- Yeah, get him, bruv.

[ominous music]

[grunt]

[grunt]

[pained grunts]

- Back up, back up, back up!

[knife scrapes]

[Eugene cries out and groans]

So what are you saying now?

- [Man] Oi!

- Hey, man, come, let's cut.

[ominous music]

[moans]

- Can't be the only person that doesn't wanna let this go.

- Come on, mate, it's the funeral.

- Yeah, but that's Jonesy in there, Jonesy.

It's our duty to do whatever we can

to get the Markides now, illegal or legal.

- Look, Bish, he's probably back in Cyprus by now.

- You don't know that.

And plus, we've got Elena in custody still.

- Yeah, just.

- Yeah, do you know what?

If you lot wanna stand around twiddling your thumbs,

then you can do that, but if it means I've gotta do it

on my own, I do it on my fuckin' own.

- No, we're not saying-- - That's not what we meant.

- You know we didn't mean that.

- You good?

Yeah?

- Yeah, man.

Black Audi over there with the tinted windows

is not one of ours, is it?

- No.

[tense music]

You got your strap?

- Come on, G.

[dramatic music]

Yo, cut the engine!

- Hey, stop!

- Cut the engine!

- [Pike] Stop, stop!

- Cut the engine.

Hands on the dash! - Open the door!

- Hands on the dash!

- [Pike] Come on!

- What the hell are you playing at?

I'm getting a lift with regional command.

You got a problem with that?

- Sorry, sir.

- Sorry, sir.

Drive.

- Sorry, man.

- It's all right, bro.

[phone buzzes]

Hello?

[tense music]

What?

Ali!

Come here.

Come here.

You all right, baby?

- Yeah.

- It's okay, baby, it's okay.

- Yo.

- [Arjana] What?

- What she wearing?

Hm?

Mini skirt, Adidas.

It's a study group, yeah?

- Ronnie.

Come on, if you'd been around, you would have noticed

that this is what she's been wearing.

- If I'd been around?

- Yes.

- How dare you!

Listen, you think I'm out there on a jolly or something?

I've been working my arse off.

- Don't talk to Mum like that.

- Who are you talking to?

Don't answer me back.

You're a little girl.

- Don't talk to your daughter like that.

Come on.

- And Mum's right.

If you'd been around, you would have noticed.

- Do you know what?

I don't even know why I fucking came.

This is a joke.

- Are you Eugene's family?

- He's my boyfriend.

- He was lucky.

The knife missed all vital organs.

Others haven't been as fortunate.

- Hold on. Where is he? I wanna talk to him.

- I think it's best not to get involved if you're not family.

- Do you really, yeah? I don't care.

What you saying, bro?

- Yeah.

Doctor said you were lucky, bro.

- Yeah, sorry, officer.

I ain't, I ain't snitching on no one.

- You think I give a shit about procedure, bruv?

Hm?

I'm not an officer now.

I'm Ali's dad.

And that puts you in a fucking difficult place, bro.

A place where I slap the fucking shit out of you

if you don't tell me who stabbed you.

[ominous music]

Do you get me?

[clicks tongue] Give me a name.

- I ain't snitching.

- All right, big man.

We'll see about that.

- Anna, please just hear me out.

- Stop, or I'll call the police.

Oh, no, wait.

You are one.

Silly me, I shoulda guessed.

Now I'm the laughing stock of my entire family.

- You were never a target, okay?

I didn't mention you in any of my case files.

You can check if you like.

- Bravo. I'm touched.

- Cheese on toast, Anna, do you not understand

why I never mentioned you, why I tried to pull away?

It's because I--

- You were screwing me to get to Daddy?

- No.

Because I actually liked you.

- What is it you actually want?

[dramatic music]

- You know what I want.

- My dad.

I don't know where he is.

He vanished after half the police force were after him.

- Because he's a criminal.

- And I am his daughter.

You know what, Bishop, I actually liked you.

Really liked you.

Now please, don't ask me to come up against my father.

Even if I did know where he was, I wouldn't tell you.

♪ Feds in my rear view

♪ I've got a clear view

♪ But I still open shot

♪ Back to the block

♪ Check that voice

♪ Send of the club

♪ If I skip or stuck

♪ I'll come to your block

- Yo.

- Yo.

- How's Ali doing?

- She's bearing up.

This is the kid that got stabbed, Eugene Robinson.

No record, private school, lives in a nice house in Dulwich.

- Fake bad man, yeah?

- Mm hm.

- I hate them almost as much as the real ones.

Who's the fool with the teardrop tattoo?

- I don't know, but they filmed it on the Flockson,

so if Eugene won't talk, maybe I'll ask him.

- Scoochie?

Favour, please, off record.

Dig up all the YOs on the Flockston estate.

- And if you can, get a match on this guy as well.

He's got a teardrop tattoo under his eye, yeah?

- Yeah, done.

Listen, Vanessa Daniels, the Markides' lawyer,

is in the interview room.

- If she thinks she can get Elena bail, she can suck

my-- - No,

she's not.

She's here with Alex's daughter.

[tense music]

- Sworn affidavit for your perusal.

It alleges that your officer, Aaron Bishop, engaged

in ongoing sexual relations with my client

throughout the criminal investigation of her family.

Of course, we wouldn't want to jump the gun,

but if that new information is proven,

it would throw new light onto your investigation.

- Anything to add, Bishop?

[dramatic music]

- Text exchanges, building security CCTV,

pubic hair samples.

Together, it paints a very vivid picture.

And an unreliable witness would cast a shadow

of a doubt onto your entire investigation

into the Markides family.

Including my client, Elena.

In fact, we might reconsider her bail application,

as you've held her in custody for the maximum

legal time allowed without charge.

[dramatic music]

[tense music]

- Well, boys.

We're fucked.

- Yo.

- Bish, don't even bother, bruv.

- Bro, listen, man. Come on, listen.

- I told you.

- I messed up. I'll fix it. - Bro,

what the fuck is wrong-- What's wrong with you?

What is wrong? Come on, man.

- I know.

- Actions lead to consequences, bro.

- Yeah.

- Seriously, you fucked up this time, man.

You need to make this right.

[tense music]

[knocks]

Ali, open the door.

[doorknob rattles]

[sighs]

[phone buzzes]

[exhales]

[phone buzzes]

[lock clicks]

No, listen, listen, you need to tell me now.

Who's this i-Dubs, and what's N19?

- [Ali] You said you wouldn't be mad.

- I wanna know what you're mixed up in.

I wanna know who this little roughneck

that you're rolling around with is.

And I'm telling you now, you better not

be having sex, you know.

- Dad!

[Pike exclaims wordlessly]

Eugene's a nice boy, he's not like that.

He just, he just chats big.

- Ali, I wanna know who this i-Dubs is,

and what's this N19 thing.

- N19 is a crew, and i-Dubs is a rapper.

He runs it.

- Ali, look at this.

Look.

They're some real threats, you know.

This is not a joke.

- N19's got beef with Eugene's crew.

- Beef?

What the hell do you know about beef?

You're a little girl.

Listen, this ain't a joke, you know.

You know there's kids out there killing each other

just for smiling the wrong way.

[glass shatters] [Ali gasps]

[ominous music]

You all right?

Just wait there, baby, it's all right. Wait there.

[sighs]

You all right?

Don't worry, we're gonna sort this, all right?

We'll sort it.

I was just thinking I could use this

to board it up, yeah?

- It's gonna take more than a nail and hammer

to patch this up.

[tense music]

- Babe.

[scoffs]

- Recording at 09:12.

Please state your name and rank for levels.

- Aaron Bishop, OCC.

- Can you say that a bit louder, please?

- Aaron Bishop, OCC.

- Thank you.

This is just a preliminary meeting to state my intention.

I represent internal investigations within the NCA.

- [Aaron] I know who you are.

- Don't interrupt, please.

I'll need access to all files and recordings

regarding the Markides case.

I presume I'll be met with no resistance.

- Oh, I'll ensure it happens, officer.

And in the meantime, you are off the Markides case,

effective immediately.

Interference or coercion of fellow officers

will result in legal action.

I say this with absolutely no satisfaction.

- So why are you smiling, you dickhead?

[dramatic music]

- [Schooch] Hey.

- Yeah.

- Found the kid with the teardrop tattoo.

He's called Rico.

- He's in a crew with your daughter's boyfriend.

- He's not my daughter's boyfriend.

- Okay, her platonic friend.

- You know what, I'm going down to the Flockston now.

I'm gonna have a word with him and Eugene

and tell him to keep the fuck away from my daughter.

- Do you want some backup?

[people chatter and call out]

- What do you need?

Cleanser, fake tan?

- Do I look like I need a fucking tan?

I need your stall.

[muffled music]

- You know, I grew up on an estate.

- Yeah?

- Mm hm.

- Which one, Downton Abbey?

- Now, now, don't be chippy.

- Hey.

- I don't know how you ended up in this job anyway.

- Well, we've all got a point to prove, haven't we?

- Oh, yeah?

Where do you live now?

- Surrey Quays.

It's actually quite fancy nowadays.

Organic wine and craft beer for a tenner.

You should come try one sometime.

- Yeah, not on my wages.

[muffled voices]

- Officer Haleton.

When does this happen?

- [Bobby] We're first on the ground, ma'am.

- [Scooch] Okay, give him a little dignity, yeah?

[ominous music]

- [Eugene] I wanna see my boy.

- Listen, you're gonna get arrested.

- Please, man. - Listen.

- [Eugene] Don't give me, man.

- [Officer] Sir.

[cries out]

- Back up!

[Eugene shouts]

- Back up.

- [Pike] Bro, you were definitely right

about Eugene, you know.

Judging by his house, he's just some wannabe.

But whatever he's involved in, it's heavier than we thought.

- Yeah.

Eight shots in a 16-year-old boy,

somebody definitely meant that.

- I'm telling you, bro.

This ain't mistaken identity, it's warfare.

Hey, listen, where are you, anyway?

It's sounds like there's Dot Cotton

in the background or something.

- I'm just chilling with my friend Jackie,

and uh...

You'll never guess who just showed up

like I knew she would.

You said to make things right, I'm gonna make things right.

I've got to call you back.

It is Jackie, right?

- Claire.

[muffled shouting]

- Fuck you!

- [Pike] There we go.

[Eugene continues shouting]

- No, no!

[Eugene shouts]

No!

[woman shouts]

- Listen, I'll stay on him.

Go and have a word with the parents,

find out what the hell is going on.

- Come back right now!

Eugene!

Come back here!

Come here right now!

[tense music]

[Eugene's mother shouts]

[dramatic music]

- Yeah, I'm on him now.

- Okay, so his parents caught him stealing money,

and when they confronted him, he lashed out.

They're distraught.

Said he played the bassoon until a year ago,

and now he's making drill music

and running with a crew.

- Well, he's just a wannabe, in't he?

- [Scooch] A scared wannabe.

Look, I don't think he's a bad kid, Pike.

He's just caught up in some bad shit.

- Well, that means my daughter is.

And I'll tell ya what, I ain't having it.

[young men murmur]

[dramatic music]

- [Young Man] Watch this.

[cheers]

[knock]

[dramatic music]

- [Claire] 25.

[busy market hustle and bustle]

[soft music]

- Nobody pees that quickly.

I'll see ya later, Sarah.

- [Claire] It's Claire for fuck's sake.

- What do you think of this?

[ominous music]

[murmurs]

- What are you saying, broski?

See that yard you just come?

What food they pushing through, man?

- White and dark.

- Give me your phone.

- Why should I give--

- Shut the fuck up and give me your phone.

[ominous music]

Now fuck off.

[scoffs]

- Yo, Elena put in a decoy and switched out.

What does that tell you, bro?

What does it tell you?

It tells us that they're still here, huh?

Alex and Mikey are still here.

- Yeah, you might be right, bro,

but we need to sort this out first.

Eugene just went into a trap house with some stolen cash,

so I'm gonna go in there and arrest him for possession.

But I might be met with some resistance.

- Yeah, drop me a pin, I'm there.

- Thank you, bro.

Your goddaughter's gonna appreciate it.

- Yeah, yeah, all right, all right.

You mean you'll appreciate it.

[dramatic music]

[distant shouting]

- Ready?

- Yeah, man.

[dramatic music]

[clears throat]

[knocks]

- Eh, yo, fam.

You got any grub?

- [man inside] Piss off.

[sighs]

- What?

- It's because you asked too aggressively, that's why.

- Aggressive?

- Yeah.

- All right.

[knocks]

- You got food, man?

Open the door.

- [man inside] Yeah, okay--

- [Aaron] Open the door.

- All right.

- Now.

You just gotta ask nicely, see, man?

- All right, all right.

- Open it.

[dramatic music]

[door crashes]

- Police, police!

Hey, nobody move!

Come here, put your hands up!

- [man] No, no.

- What you running for?

Don't make me run, you know.

[grunts]

What's going on?

Where is he?

- Where's who?

- Stay there.

- [man in green] Just come in my house like Rambo!

[tense music]

- Yo, hold this.

- What?

- Just hold it, and don't look inside.

- Not until you tell me what--

- Just hold the bag.

Look, just don't look inside, yeah?

- Eugene!

[dramatic music]

- Yo, yo, yo.

- Yo, Bish.

What, you find him?

[grunts]

- No, I ain't seen him.

[sighs]

[tense music]

[sighs]

I'm gonna call this in.

- [Bishop] Yeah, do that.

[ominous music]

- Bish?

- [Bishop] Yeah.

- Yo, come here.

You need to look at this.

[ominous music]

Blood fire.

- That's exactly what I was thinking.

[hums cheerfully]

[knocks]

- [Cockridge] I, I--

- Sorry, didn't hear you knock.

- Yeah, well I, I did knock, I--

- I've just taken a breather.

Would you like one?

- [sighs] No, no, I, I've looked

into Bishops's Markides case file

in light of the allegations-- - Yeah.

- And it seems that he's missed out

more than just Anna from his reports.

There's a hole in his accounting.

A 10,000-pound discrepancy

from the original Markides drug bust.

Now you know him better than most.

You think he's capable of skimming, or?

- Well, you know, I think we shouldn't jump to conclusions.

You know, his record is exemplary.

- Well, I suppose that depends on who's fighting

his corner, doesn't it?

Anyway, I'll keep digging.

The truth'll come out eventually.

[soft dramatic music]

- So listen.

- Hmm hm.

- She goes to the same cafe every day,

sometimes twice a day.

Then she uses a decoy and she slips out the back.

I'm gonna go back later today, and I promise you,

this time, I got her.

- Bruv, maybe you should inform Cockridge.

- What for?

And lose my badge?

Plus, I don't even know what I'm into yet.

I just know she's up to something.

- But what are you expecting to catch her doing, bruv?

- You know, hiding Alex,

aiding and abetting, criminal stuff.

- Bish, I'm telling you now, I don't even think

they're in the country, bro?

- Think?

Well, think is enough for me, man,

'cause if they are, we got 'em.

[hip hop music]

[phone chimes]

[dramatic music]

- Are you allow--

- Sh.

Please.

[dramatic music]

[tense music]

[young people murmur]

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[young people murmur]

[muffled music]

- Give me the thing.

- Eugene, what are you doing?

- What?

- You're a nice boy, I met your parents, they go to church.

- You think I'm gonna step down now?

- It's not about stepping down, it's about using your head.

[sighs]

- Yo, forget all that, man. Just give me the bag.

- Come on, let's go, let's go.

- He killed my boy, you know.

You think I'm gonna let him go now?

- No.

- So, so give me the bag, bro, what's wrong with you?

If you've got a problem, then go home.

If you don't like it, then get out of here, man.

Go home.

- Daddy.

- [Pike] What's up?

- You gotta come.

Eugene's got a gun.

- He what?

- He's gone after i-Dubs.

- You lot, meet me downstairs. We're on manoeuvres.

Ali, pin drop me now, and wait outside.

[bright music]

- Um, what are you doing here?

- I'm just playing.

- Your sister hasn't let you in here in years.

[tense music]

Donna, where's your sister?

- [Donna] I don't know, she didn't say.

- What do you mean she didn't say?

- She sneaked out.

[ominous music]

[phone rings]

- [Pike] Babe, Ali's in trouble, yeah?

- She what?

- She's gone to some gig or something, man--

- Okay, I'm coming.

[tense music]

[phone rings]

- Yeah?

- Yo, Bish, where you at, man?

- I'm on Elena.

I'm about to get in a tube, so I might lose signal.

- No, no, no, listen, listen, I need your help.

Ali's in trouble, bro. I need you now.

- What?

- [Pike] Listen to me, Ali's in trouble, yeah?

I need you now.

[dramatic music]

What we got?

- Right, so it's an old depot,

two large warehouses with loading bays.

- Entrances North and West.

I say we split into two parties

and go in either side, no badges.

- Crowd's about 300, and i-Dubs is onstage now.

- What, you ain't got nothing to add?

- Just that, my bro.

- That's right.

Where's my daughter, man?

She said she was gonna wait outside.

You lot, come on.

[muffled drill music]

[soft tense music]

- [Ali] Eugene, no!

[gunshot]

[audience members scream]

[chaotic screaming]

- What the fuck, man?

- [Man] Go, move, move move.

- [Scooch] Paige, have you got eyes on Ali?

- A denim jacket, denim jacket.

[crowd members scream]

- What are you saying, then?

- Get of my fucking way.

- Bruv, who the fuck do you think you are?

[grunts]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[crowd members scream]

- You all right? You hurt? Okay, my name's Scooch.

I work for your dad. You okay? You're all right.

[dramatic music]

[grunts and shouts]

[grunts]

- You think you're a bad man, innit?

I will drill you right here, blud!

[grunts]

- Shut the fuck up, man.

Kids today got no fucking manners.

Yo, you good?

- Yeah.

- Come on.

[gunshot]

- What're you saying now, fam?

- Bon me, then.

- What you mean, bon you?

You fucking dumb?

You think I won't put it in your face, fam?

- Do it, bruv.

- [Eugene] Dickhead, shut up.

- Bruv, if I had it, I woulda done it.

- You woulda done it, yeah?

- [i-Dubs] I woulda done it.

- And so if I burst you now, what're you gonan say then?

- Eugene!

Stop.

- [Eugene] Leave, man.

- Put the gun down, bruv.

- Before I burst you as well!

- Put the gun down!

- Shut up!

He shot my boy!

What're you not gettin'?

Huh?

- Bruv, put the gun down.

- He stabbed me as well.

You think I'm, I'm not gonna let him get away with it.

- You ain't gonna do shit.

- Bruv, I said shut your mouth!

- Put the gun down.

All right, look.

Look at me.

I'm putting mine away, yeah?

Yeah?

Look.

Gone.

Now you got all the power.

What're you gonna do?

It ain't you, is it?

- I can't let him get away with that, man.

- I know you, bruv.

- [Eugene] You don't know me from nowhere!

- I know you!

I understand.

I get it, yeah?

Fucking killed your boy.

I know your head must be fucking with you right now, but listen.

All of them lot chatting shit,

saying you're weak, they don't know fuck all.

- [Eugene] Imma see if they say I'm weak after this.

- Bro, you think them men are gonna be in jail

with you when you're banged up for the rest of your life?

You think they give a shit?

They don't give a fuck, bruv.

I care.

- I've gotta do it, man.

- You don't have to do shit.

- What you don't understand, if I don't do this, I'm fucked.

- You're fucked if you do.

[soft dramatic music]

Think about it.

Now this has to stop right now, bro.

'Cause you know what, I ain't moving.

So if you're shooting, you're shooting me.

[gentle music]

- Over here, over here.

Donna.

[Donna laughs]

- Go again, go again.

- I'm gonna take the kids to my mum's for a while.

Give us some space to think about things.

About us, about what you want.

Are you listening?

[gentle music]

[phone beeps]

[laugh]

[sighs]

[phone buzzes]

- [Ali] One, two, three, go.

- Shit!

Shit.

[knock on door]

- Come in.

- I, um, need to talk to you, sir.

- Sit down.

Everything okay?

- No, sadly not.

It's about the missing 10,000 pounds.

It wasn't Bishop, it was me.

[annoyed exhalation]

I won't start to justify why, and I understand procedure.

I imagine you'll want to suspend me while you investigate.

- Yeah, well, I know what you're doing, Tanner,

and I know what you feel about him--

- It's got nothing to do with that.

- You cannot take the blame for him.

[soft dramatic music]

- I'm not, sir.

[dramatic music]

[soft dramatic music]

[tense dramatic music]

- Bish--

- You want my badge?

- Either you wanna roll or you don't.

If you do, Arkebs, one hour.

- Does this mean you're back in control, ma'am?

- I was never out of control.

- Continue, Bishop, and I will have you arrested.

- [Scooch] Target is at the door.

- We're good to go, stand by.

[bang]

[gunshot]

[gasps]

- Are you proud of yourself?

- I asked for your help to avoid all of this.

[gunshots]

- Yo!

- Ever since I met you, all you've done is lie.

[hip hop music]