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All I ask is a tall ship

and a star to sail her by.

All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.

All I ask is a tall ship

and a star to sail her by.

Is that enough?

Yeah.

Can I keep this cos this is written by Richard?

I could frame this, couldn't I?

Yeah.

Hello, Princess.

This train is for Stratford International.

The next stop is West Silvertown.

Get off me! Get off me!

Please don't!

Alright, fuck her. Come on. Come on.

I just run like a right bitch.

I'll be right back, OK?

- And your name's Donna? - Crissy.

Oh. But you're not the mother?

No, I told you already, I'm a friend.

Oh. Well, Crissy,

without a detailed description of the assailants

we can't move on to stage two.

But I thought you said you already know who they are?

We can't level charges without evidence.

Do you think she needs to see a counsellor?

Look, Melissa, do you wanna see a counsellor?

- Madison. Her name's Madison. - Brilliant.

Well, if she changes her mind use the CR number.

- What? - Look, it's on the back.

Case reference number.

You're looking tired.

Do you think you need to get some sleep?

It's her who needs a sleep.

Night.

Music hour next and we're gonna be joined live in the studio

by Neil Drinkwater of the Red Stripe band.

Before that it looks like we're gonna have to go to the news

as we're getting reports of another assault

in Canning Town tonight.

Unbelievable. If this is indeed Canning Town,

then this is the seventh repor,

sorry, eighth report my producers telling me,

in that area in the last ten days.

We all know the Metropolitan Police and the Mayor of London

are struggling to control this escalating situation,

therefore, I suppose, we have to ask ourselves the question,

is there anyone out there that can restore

order to our streets?

- Mr Williams? - Yes.

What?

What do you feel, darling?

Nothing.

Hello.

Eric.

Erm, who is this?

Hello, Eric. It's Crissy.

Christ, Crissy, it's been a long time.

Look, you might wanna sit down for this, Eric.

I need you, or we need you.

It's your daughter.

Abdullah.

Hello, brother.

How's it going?

- Good. - Fishing good?

Listen, I've been looking for you all morning.

I need a favour.

I've got a problem.

I have to get to France.

Calais if possible, really quickly.

- No problem. - Yeah?

I'll make it worth your while, don't worry.

You take care. Thank you.

Alright!

- Eric? - Yeah.

You're on time.

Let's go.

We're in no way judgemental, Madison.

My task is to help you choose a course of action.

Do you have any questions before we begin?

Yeah.

Have you ever been raped?

I understand you're angry, Ma...

To you, rape's a word. Round here it's a sport.

That's as maybe but...

They swap videos.

All over London.

The dirtier the better. Have you seen any?

Madison, my department isn't responsible for...

Of course not.

Heaven forbid anyone's responsible.

No one's ever responsible for anything ever.

You people...

You're all the same. All you do is talk.

Talk, talk, talk but you never actually say anything!

Eric Williams?

Dave Allen. Ronnie sent me to pick you up.

- Hello, Dave. - How's the luxury villa treating you?

Great, only two lap dancers at a time.

Very good. Ronnie's booked the hotel room for you.

Jesus.

Where did that lot come from?

...should she be allowed back or should we be focusing

our efforts on cleaning up our own streets first? That's what people are asking.

Later we're going to be talking to families...

...before that we've got an hor of non-stop music for you,

kicking off now with, 'I Found You Again'.

Hi, Crissy.

Eric.

Ah, it's good to see you. When did you get in?

- Is Ronnie with you? - All in good time.

Have I got enough for a gin and tonic in here?

Five years on the run. Ended up in Algiers.

Got 18 years in an African jail. Not good.

Got released. Made my way to Turkey.

Courtesy of Ronnie Taylor, stayed in his villa. Get a phone call from you.

Made my way to Calais. Jumped in a helicopter.

Arrived in England. Last place on Earth I wanna be.

Now don't do anything stupid.

I am gonna do something really sensible.

Been away a long time, Eric. Things are different now.

Yeah, I say they're different.

It's drugs in schools, knives in the streets.

Shootings and rapes all the time.

And these kids that did this?

Four of 'em. Three boys and a girl.

The girl took photos, laughed her socks off. And the boys, well...

How the fuck did she end up in a shithole like this?

I done my best by that girl and I done it for you, Eric.

What does she know?

Er, it's complicated.

So uncomplicate it, Crissy.

Well, at first I told her you were away on business.

On business?

Yeah.

And what does she believe now?

You rejected her.

There's something else, Eric.

You're a grandfather.

Her name's Ruby. She's three.

I'm a grandfather.

- -You missed a lot of joy and you missed a lot of sadness.

And there you are working on your tan in Turkey.

It's not like that, Crissy.

It's exactly like that.

You shot David Anderson dead saving Ronnie's dad.

Look where it got you.

27 years ago, you sneak back here,

trying to make things right and even in the midst of all that,

you couldn't keep it in your trousers.

And I'm left to bring up your mistake.

Look.

I don't mean that.

Maddie's incredible.

She grew up good and strong.

Be under no illusions, Eric, she did it without you.

Ronnie's looked out for her.

He knows he owes you cos of his dad.

But everything you touch, Eric...

Right, here's what me and my friend are gonna do.

We're gonna show you how to pour a proper pint.

Ha! Pull it!

Right, you! Out. Now. Both of you.

Or you'll do what?

Old girl.

You've got two options, boy. You either get out now

or I'll call the Old Bill.

You wouldn't dare. D'you know who we are?

There's always a third option, lads.

But I'm sure you two don't wanna go there, right?

Here, Reg, let's leave it, yeah?

Yeah.

Alright, Dave.

Who'd wanna drink in a shithole like this anyway?

Oh, it's you.

No. Why?

Where?

Where is he?

No.

I've got nothing to say to him.

What, I'm being unfair, am I?

I've got it all wrong, have I?

Oh, yeah.

Now I remember. On the run for murder.

And he got banged up abroad for another cock-up.

Completely innocent, of course.

Ends up in a jail, God knows where.

Yeah, he's really a hero. He deserves a Nobel Prize.

No, Crissy. You tell him to leave me alone.

Caller - this is Hazel from Canning Tow.

Hello, Hazel. What'd you think is the cause of all this trouble we're having?

I think the cause is that people have accepted it.

The acceptance is the problem.

These kids can do what they want...

...that's what happens, they're running around,

no one's got any control over them

and I think it's time we...

So what do you think is the solution?

- Thanks, mate. How much? - 35 please, sir.

- How much? - 35. You won't get anybody else to come down here.

£35.

- Thank you very much. - Thank you.

Have a good day.

Eat up, darling.

Shh.

Excuse me, love.

Do you know the young lady that lives here?

Eh? Hello?

- Hey, Danny, how's it going? - Hello.

- Alright thanks, Eric. - You're looking good.

Yeah, you too.

So how's the kids?

Good. They're all grown up and off in the world now.

I heard about prison. It's a long stretch.

Hope it was worth it.

Uh-uh. It's never worth it, Danny.

We shouldn't even be having this conversation. If they found out...

Danny, please. Please.

Don't go on about regulations cos when I was in the force...

Yeah, but you're not anymore.

- But if I was... - But if you was, what?

Your daughter was out late at night, walking on her own

on a council estate notorious for its crime rate.

She was attacked. She claimed she was raped.

There's no evidence.

She refused to give them any forensic evidence

so as far as they're concerned this is a no crime.

This is just another common assault.

They cautioned the gentleman held in custody and they released him.

"They cautioned the gentleman and they released him."

D'you know what those bastards did? They raped my daughter.

I'm just the messenger, Eric.

Alright. OK.

And the other three. The one's that you haven't identified?

This is not a priority case, as I said on record,

this is just another common assault

for which one of the attackers has been cautioned.

Didn't they ask the boy who his friends were?

They interviewed him. Of course they fucking asked him.

- And he refused to tell them. - So they released him?

- They can't make him tell them. - He would've told me.

Yeah, well, in our day things were done very, very differently.

I'm sorry I can't do more.

I can't do anything.

- But, erm... - But, what?

Rumour has it Ronnie Taylor still owes you.

Good old Ronnie.

- Good evening. - Oh, hi.

Erm, I'm looking for Ronnie Taylor.

Certainly, sir. Follow me.

I love this song.

Me too.

Eric.

Plonk your arse down. Join me.

Ronnie. Thank you.

How are you?

Good.

And you look like you've done well for yourself.

- I'm sorry about Madison. - Yeah, me too.

And you've been looking out for her and I appreciate it. Thank you.

I've always paid my debts.

Hey, come on.

I used to work for your old man. It wasn't a debt.

Yeah, well my old man was proper.

Yes, he was proper.

And you know something.

These scum wouldn't know the meaning of the word.

You know, it wasn't just boys, Ronnie.

There was a girl there.

And you know what she was doing?

She was videoing it on one of those...

camera phones they have today.

And all the way through it she was laughing.

And one of the boys they were... Well, yeah.

So what can I do for ya?

Well, it happened on your manor. I thought you might know who they are.

My manor? What do you think I am, some kind of fucking gangster?

Ronald, we both know what you are.

Don't we?

I think his name's Toby Paul.

He raped her. The others, they just beat her up.

Toby Paul.

And the girl?

Jay Castle, gobby little slut.

And you let these scum run around on your estate?

Can I give you a word of advice, as a friend?

Go on.

I don't think you quite understand

what these kids are capable of these days.

They all carry knives.

They'll stab each other over a pair of trainers

or dinner money in the playground,

that's if you can get the fuckers into school.

You know something?

The Ronnie I used to know

wouldn't be scared of a few hoodies.

- Things have changed, Eric. - You know something?

I keep hearing that wherever I go.

"Things have changed, Eric."

Well, I'm getting sick to the back teeth hearing it, Ronnie.

The kids run the estates these days.

They're nothing me or the police can do about it.

They're unstoppable.

All we can do is sit back and watch.

Yeah, well, I'm not.

I'm gonna hurt 'em badly.

Watch your back.

You're still wanted for the David Anderson killing.

But you know and I know it was self-defence.

You know that, I know that, but they don't.

It's not just the Old Bill you gotta look for over your shoulders.

Plenty of the old firm still kicking around.

Like I said, I'm gonna hurt them.

What'd you want old man?

- Reckon he's a paedo. - Is you a paedo?

Course he is. What's he hanging round kiddies' playgrounds for, init?

Better not be looking at my girl, old man.

Your girl?

She's all of ours, mate. She's our bitch, init?

I'm looking for someone called Toby Paul.

That's me. What'd you want, granddad?

Is this what you want?

Yours for £50 if you can get it up.

I wanna talk to you...

about my daughter.

What you talking about, old timer?

We don't know your skank daughter.

Yes, you do. Her name's Madison.

Yeah, I know her.

Sexy little thing. Little yummy mummy, init?

I stuck it to her good.

Yeah, she fucking loved it, the little horny bitch.

You hold your filthy fucking mouth, you.

Yeah, or fucking what, granddad?

Or I'll rip your fucking throat out.

Fucking try it, mate.

I know exactly what you come here for, cunt.

You was gonna tell me some sob story about

how I suppose to rape your daughter, init?

He never fucking raped her. She was gagging for it, bruv.

She the way that sket was always looking at him.

She wanted him inside her, init?

I raped her.

She was fucking loving every minute of it.

I bet she dreams about me.

She was wet for me.

Slipped inside her pussy well easy.

- I bet you're jealous. - You what?

You're the sick one hanging around the playground. And you know what?

Rumour has it you used to be some kind of hero round here.

There's nothing you can do about it, granddad. Not a single fucking thing!

Now, look at ya. You're knackered.

You is well and truly blunted.

I'm gonna kill you.

I'm gonna kill you.

Next time I see you you're dead.

And next time I see that skank of a daughter of yours

I'll stick it up her arse.

Stop it! All of ya! Get away from him!

The bloody lot of ya or I'll shop the lot of ya!

Love, are you alright?

Can ya hear me?

- Can you hear me? - Yeah.

Oh, let's get you up. Oh.

Are you alright, mate?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright, love.

You know they attacked my daughter.

What's happened to this country, eh?

How the hell did it get like this, eh?

I don't know.

It has to be the parents' fault.

They're animals, all of them.

It's not the simple, love, it's not.

Where I grew up, it was a rough area.

It wasn't any different, never has been.

You find that, don't ya? People say it a lot.

Never any violence in our day. Course there bloody was.

The Krays, the Richardsons.

We had it all.

So you're not gonna sit there and tell me

that you've never had a hiding like this back then.

I'm surprised they didn't break your rose-tinted glasses.

Mind you, I must admit, it's worse now, mind.

You see, back then you could leave your door open.

There were morals, codes.

Rules of respect.

There was respect.

What we got now? Nothing.

No respect.

No hope. Just fear.

A whole country living in a state of fear.

Blame the parents. They don't know what it's like.

They think you're afraid of them out there in the street.

D'you think your daughter wasn't afraid of them?

D'you think Mrs H at number seven isn't scared of them?

Always having to cross over the other side of the street.

Afraid to come out of your own home after dark.

You wanna try living on this side of the door.

And that person's your son.

And that person's your son.

And you've done everything in your power...

Everything to stop him, to control him.

Brought him down here to escape his dad.

I used to be strong.

And then my George, he hit me one day

a week after I came out of hospital from having our boy.

I said never again.

And I took my boy,

our boy,

my beautiful baby boy,

and I got on the first train to anyway and I've been here ever since.

And I swear...

to almighty God, I love that boy.

I did. And he grew up...

And then he grew up and got in with the wrong crowd.

Maybe I was too kind.

Maybe I had your rose-tinted glasses on.

Maybe the other kids fell in with him.

Maybe he was the bad egg all along.

But I couldn't see it because I loved him.

He was my boy.

My beautiful baby boy.

I tried to... control him.

I tried to stop him.

I tried to keep him indoors.

I tried to make him go to school.

I tried to make him eat his tea. Do as he's told.

It was hopeless.

So you try living on this side of the door.

Because it's no different...

from the outside.

Don't blame the parents.

It's not their fault.

I know the difference between right and wrong.

That's why when I looked out of the window that night...

...I saw them attacking her.

Like a pack of wolves they were.

I phoned the Old Bill, I had t.

But they got off with it as usual.

I thought, if all else fails, it'll knock some sense into him.

But he was out within 24 hours.

I let him walk through that door.

That bloody door.

I should tell.

He saw it in my eyes.

And then he...

You know.

My Toby.

My beautiful baby boy.

Jesus Christ.

Erm, we are getting some unconfirmed repors

of yet another altercation of some kind in Canning Town.

But we'll come back to that story shortly when we have some clarification.

However, that does bring us to our next topic of conversation.

The growing pandemic that is knife crime...

I thought it was all over.

But it ain't.

I've been too scared to go outside.

Is this what came through the letterbox earlier?

"Skank bitch, we're gonna..." Right...

- I'm taking this to the police. - No, Crissy, don't.

- If we do nothing they'll win. - They will anyway.

They beat up an old man out there today.

It was horrible.

Look, my dear, I wish you'd do something for me.

- Your dad... - Don't start that again.

- He's come a long way. - He'll have to go back again, won't he?

Don't you want to talk to him?

Well, he never talked to me.

Well, if you won't do it for him will you do it for me?

Hello, Madison.

Ooh.

I suppose that's the least I deserve, right?

I dunno what I'm supposed to say.

You're supposed to be my dad.

How could you do this to me?

What do you want? Details?

They don't seem important now.

Postcard would have been nice.

Or a phone call.

I was on the run.

I couldn't risk it.

So why were you in a foreign jail?

Because...

Because...

I stole something from the wrong kind of people.

I got 18 years.

I served every single day of it. It wasn't nice.

I'm your daughter.

You couldn't risk contacting your own daughter? Why?

You've no idea what it was like to be me growing up.

You broke my heart.

Do you know what it's like growing up without parents?

How the other kids would look at you in the playground?

The bullying. The teasing.

The loneliness.

And even then I used to think

about how awful it must have been for you

when Crissy would tell me the stories.

How sad and lonely you must have felt.

Didn't you want me with you?

What kind of a life would that have been for a child?

A life with a father.

You know, it wasn't your decision to make.

For Christ sake, you were baby.

Well, you could of let me know

after a couple of years that you were OK.

No. That's just where you came from.

Look.

After being on the run for five years,

I came back to try sort things out, make things right.

But I failed miserably. I couldn't do it.

And just before I went back,

I went to this nightclub. I met this lovely lady,

Ruby, your mum.

And who knows what it might have been like

if I hadn't been on the run. We might of...

Anyway...

you gotta understand.

Madison, it was just a one-night stand.

There was no romance in it. Nothing romantic about it.

But I am here now, alright?

Why?

Cos I thought you needed me, that's why.

So in order to see you, to meet my dad,

I have to get raped.

And that's why I'm here.

And what'd you think I'm supposed to do?

Throw a welcome home party?

I'm so, so angry. I'm so angry with you.

You're a coward.

You didn't get in touch

cos you couldn't stand the thought that I might not need you.

When Mum died, I was only five.

And where were you then?

I don't need you.

Ah, erm...

your mum, er...

How did... your mum...

I mean, was she ill?

She slashed her wrists in the bath.

I'm so sorry.

And what would you care?

She was just some one-night stand.

It wasn't like that, I promise you.

You've got to answer for the things you've done.

You know, you've made me suffer.

You've made a fool out of me.

And I've wasted all this love on you.

And you're back five minutes and you've already made things worse.

After what they did, they wanna do it again now.

Punishment because you interfered

just like Crissy said you always did.

27 years you've missed.

And instead of just coming back and being here for me -

you know, being a dad, if you knew how -

you have to come back and try and be the hero.

You know, going around beating everyone up.

Well, this isn't the '70s anymore.

People like that, they don't just stop.

They don't just run away and hide just because they've done wrong.

They'll keep coming back and back

until they've finished you off.

I don't have a life now.

They've taken that from me.

You dunno what it was like.

Coming back feeling dirty.

Disgusting. Dead.

Looking at my own daughter and not being able to pick her up.

I hate myself for what happened.

Why?

Why couldn't you just come back

and put your arms around me

and tell me that everything was gonna be OK?

You know, tell me that you were sorry,

and that everything was gonna be alright.

But, no.

You've just gone and made things worse, as usual.

Can't you take a hint?

Why are you still standing here?

I don't want you. I don't need you.

And you're having nothing to do with me so just leave me alone.

- Madison, I'm sorry. - Look, it's too late.

D'you know how hard it was for me to come here and meet you?

I still came, though.

I wanted to give you a chance.

Why'd you do it?

Why'd you have to interfere and pick a fight with 'em?

Because I care.

Madison, I really care.

I've never loved anyway like I...

I love you.

I bring out the worst in you.

- No, you don't. - What kind of love is that?

You don't know the meaning of the word.

Those boys are coming after me again.

And it's all your fault.

They were all right about you.

Everyone.

Madison, please.

Just go.

I don't need you.

Toby Paul.

Hello, Toby.

Remember me?

- Your mates about? No? - No.

I didn't think they fucking were.

Listen, you little piece of shit.

My name's Eric Williams.

My daughter's Madison Williams.

What's her name?

What's her name, cunt?

- Madison Williams. - Madison Williams. Yeah.

If you ever see her in the street,

you just fucking cross over and walk down another street, right?

You do yourself a favour.

Otherwise, I'll be coming looking for you again.

You slimy piece of fucking shit. What are ya?

Eh? What are ya?

You're a no good shit cunt. What are ya?

What are ya!?

Say it!

A no good shit cunt.

Yes.

You know something?

You're dead.

I'm not gonna kill you now,

but I will do. I promise you, you're dead.

Slut, oi!

Oi, you fucking sket.

Your old man's interfered too many fucking times.

We're gonna finish you this time.

You never change.

It's fresh on this morning.

You owe me 130 quid.

- What? What for? - Congestion charge.

Didn't pay it on the Jag the other day, did ya?

Congestion what?

Don't ask. I'll take care of it as usual.

Right. Look, Crissy, erm...

what's that?

I wrote this 27 years ago.

I'd like you to give it to her when the time is right.

How will I know when the time is right?

It's not sealed. Read it. You'll know when.

OK.

I'm still who I am.

Ah, but that's just it, you're not anymore.

Why don't you just stop putting on a front.

I've watched you go from a tearaway boy

to a respected member of the law.

Alcoholic husband to a runaway father

and the state of you now.

And I made such an effort today.

Can't even admit you're sorry.

Cos I'm not sorry.

Look, I've made my bed.

I made it 32 years ago when I went to work for Ronnie's dad.

Now I realise I've got to lie in it.

OK?

What makes you do the things you do?

Because I can.

Problem is you don't love anyone more than you love yourself.

It was her that was raped, Eric, not you.

And it was awful.

Terrifying, undignified.

Soul destroying.

Now, well, your own daughter,

she don't even want to know you.

She'll get over it.

Listen to yourself.

Well, you can't give up.

This is one thing you do have to fight.

Just go and see her!

Get down on your knees, if they still work,

and beg for her forgiveness.

Do it. Listen to me for once.

D'you know what you are right now?

Pathetic.

If that's how you feel,

why'd you bother to call me in Turkey?

- Dunno. - Crissy, she's coped without me.

She'll carry on.

Yeah, she will.

But will you?

32 years and every one that went by

I wish you'd never come back.

I didn't want you to come back here,

find there was nothing for you even before Madison.

You don't belong here.

She doesn't need Eric Williams running in all guns blazing.

She needs her dad.

But you can only see one way to fix everything.

Well, you're just gonna have to find another way.

The right way.

The proper way.

15th of June, 1985.

Nobody ever makes a clean getaway, princess.

I've led a dirty, filthy life but to me it's normal.

I've gotten used to it.

It was the ordinary to me. I don't know if I could do anything else.

I don't know what home life is, where it is.

My life is full of regret,

when once it was full of hope.

I was young once, now you are.

My daughter.

I never thought

I'd have someone I could call that.

Yeah, once I was married, but I cocked that up, too.

Drinking, kicked off the force.

I've fucked up everything I've ever done.

Every single thing in my life. Expect you.

Oh, my God.

And I'm not gonna be able to be there for you

but you're gonna grow up good.

You'll understand life and take it on without hesitation,

without arrogance, without my ego.

You'll understand and learn and nothing will ever beat you.

Nothing will ever be as savage as life.

And every time it'll hit you.

Well, your mum will be there for you

and she'll watch you get right back up there.

Every time.

I can only dream of being there for everything.

I mean, your first birthday.

Your first day at school.

Waking up and having you come in and jump on the bed

demanding breakfast, first boyfriends.

Being there for the birth of my grandchildren.

Even being there for the birth of you.

Hearing that first cry.

Someone take the baby, quickly.

Oh, the baby. I've got the baby.

It's the one thing that'll get me through my remaining years.

Madison!

Fierce pride that,

in a small way albeit,

I'd contributed to you coming into the world.

I love you.

Dad.

OK, Chief, we're looking for an elderly male.

Hallways clear. Moving forward. Follow my lead.

There's way too much smoke to be able to use the hoses.

Hold off on the water or we're not gonna be able to see a bloody thing.

Front room clear.

Kitchen's also clear.

Stay alert, guys. I don't think there's more than two minutes left in that ceiling.

Children's bedroom clear.

Stay calm. Follow my lead. Stay alert.

Master bedroom clear. There's no one here, guv, we're moving out.

It's not safe. I repeat, the house is clear. We're moving out.

Follow me. Stay close.

...following earlier reports of that congestion.

Silvertown Way in Canning Town is blocked in both directions

due to smoke reducing visibility from a house fire in nearby Britannia Village.

Firefighters are on the scene and have now managed to extinguish the blaze.

Thankfully, they've also confirmed there were no fatalities

and the young women and child have been taken to hospital

to be treated for smoke inhalation and minor injuries.

On the A13, a minor collision between two vehicles is causing slight congestion...

Eric. Got about ten minutes before the police get here.

We've got a car sorted to take you to Ronnie's. Come on, please.

Just give me a minute, will you please. Just a minute.

- Got about 30 seconds. - Right.

I do love you, the pair of you, so much.

So very much.

You...

You could have lost me my darling.

You could have lost me the one person that's made me happier than anyone.

That's me, princess.

No, it's not.

I dunno much, but I know that for certain.

I told you they'd come back.

How many times do I have to tell you?

I don't want you.

Nobody wants you.

You don't belong here.

It's alright. It's alright.

Yeah, it's OK.

You know, all he's ever done, whether here or there, is love you.

He saved your life tonight.

Crissy, get him back.

Please, please get him back.

I can't, darling. He has to run.

I didn't mean it.

Please, just, just get him back.

I want my dad.

Please.

I did warn you.

You know, I didn't really believe it, Ronnie.

But how the fuck did it get as bad as this?

You still don't get it, do you?

Look at it.

There's nothing anyone can do about it. They've won.

Sorry state of affairs, I know, but that's it.

It's all gone.

Gone to the dogs.

And we're powerless.

And those scumbags...

well, they've won.

All those values.

All that respect, all that hard work.

What did it all count for in the end?

Nothing.

One for the road?

Eh?

Drink?

Go on.

Ronnie.

Forget the drinks. You better come here a second.

D'you wanna tell me what the fuck's going on?

Like I said, things have changed.

Tell me what's going on.

- They're my runners. - Runners?

They run gear for me on the estate.

You mean those low-life fuckers work for you?

Look, I can turn a blind eye,

them knocking about with a few bits of fluff.

The rewards speak for themselves.

Got you out of prison.

Pays for this.

All this built on fear.

And Madison, what about her?

She'll get over it. Best thing that could of happened to her.

Life shocks, they call them.

Bit of character building.

You dirty...

...fucking stinking low-life

piece of dog shit!

I should kill you.

Go on, do it.

You'd be doing me a favour.

Brain tumour.

Six months max.

You're not worth it.

You're worse than them, d'you know that?

You're dead to me anyway.

You don't fucking exist anymore.

You just don't exist anymore.

Oi, you.

You weren't fucking listening to me, were you?

You, fuck off home, you gobby little tramp.

- Fuck you, granddad. - Fuck off now.

Go on, fuck off home, babe. Gonna teach this prick a lesson.

Yeah?

I'm gonna take that fucking knife off you

and stick it so far up your fucking...

Toby.

Toby!

Toby!

Toby!

We have more horrific news coming in from Canning Town

following that house fire earlier.

A male teenager has been killed instantly

after being struck by a van

while fleeing the scene of a stabbing.

Which is so sad and shocking. What a week it's been.

Police haven't yet named him nor have them confirmed

whether he was indeed the perpetrator of that attack.

But there are a team of offices searching the area

for the victim of the stabbing who left a trail of blood at the scene

but a body has yet to be found. If you've noticed

increased police presence out there tonight, stay safe.

Actually, it's because of several sightings of a fugitiv.

Eric Williams, 78, is wanted in connection

with the killing of gangster David Anderson in 1982.

For those of you old enough to remember,

that was one of the UK's biggest cases in that year.

Williams, born in Forest Gate, was last seen in 1985

and has managed to evade law enforcement since.

If you're able to make it onto our website,

you'll be able to see a sketch of him...

- Hello? - Eric, it's Danny.

Good to hear you made it OK.

I'm glad I could be of service.

Look, it's about Ronnie.

He's not sick, Eric.

I need your help.

I need your help to get him...

to get vengeance.

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