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(Car accelerating)

(Suspenseful music)

(Car tyres screeching)

(Heavy patter of rain)

(Car doors slamming shut)

(Windscreen wipers swishing)

(Clink of keys)

(Truck beeping)

(Truck door clattering)

- (Thuds)
- (Frantic background speech)

(Dramatic music)

(Basem) Hakim, we'll need to
distribute the guns tomorrow,

and guard them for now.

(Heavy patter of rain)

Marco, Medhi, you're staying.

Basem will call you first thing.

I'll stay too. Not a problem.

(Truck doors slam shut)

(Whispers) Get the
fuck out of here.

(Vehicle doors shutting)

(Vehicle engine starting)

(Vehicles accelerating away)

(Keys jangling)

(Chuckling) Do it like
Uncle Basem. Go on.

Let's go.

Cheers.

(Algerian music playing
in the background)

Whoa!

(Chuckling)

The fuck are you doing?

Check this.

You putting it back together?

No? Don't think
so... (Laughter)

Wow, wow, wow.

- (Guns cocking)
- (Footsteps)

(Suspenseful music)

(Georgian gangster)
Stay seated.

(Dramatic music)

Okay.

I see you Algerians are busy so
this will take only a few minutes.

(Cocking gun)

One of you can walk away. Okay?

(Whistles) Off, you can go.

(Gunshot)

(Groan)

(Medhi whispering prayer)

(Gun parts snapping into place)

Who sold you this?

No? Okay.

Swallow, please.

Ah.

Ah...

Ah.

Swallow. Yes?

(Gulping)

(Gagging)

Again, please.

(Koba) Mm.

(Faz gulping and spluttering)

- (Koba) Just one more.
- (Faz gagging and moaning)

(Gulping)

Yes...

(Moaning and gagging)

(Cocking gun)

(Koba) It's okay. It's okay.

Ask him if he knows
who sold you the guns.

No answer, you shoot.
You go free. I promise.

We don't know anything...
I swear we don't!

(Koba) So shoot. Three...

- (Marco) We don't know anything!
- (Koba) Two...

One...

(Dramatic music builds)

(Gunshot)

(Discordant music)

(Faz breathing heavily)

- (Marco moaning)
- (Blood squirting)

Look, I'm here to make the rules
now and secrets are a bad thing.

A really very, very bad thing.

Go tell Uncle Basem.

- Tell him Koba says so. Mm?
- (Faz quivering)

Go.

Go...

(Shouting) Go!

(Georgian gangsters
laughing in the background)

(Whir of washing machine)

(Suspenseful music)

(Water sloshing)

(Muffled shouting)

(Gunshot)

(Women crying)

(Shouting)

(Anguished groan)

(Stabbing noises)

(Gunshot)

(Shouting)

(Gunshots)

(Music builds)

(Bellowing)

(Glass table smashing)

(Clatter of smashed glass)

(Groans)

(Cocking gun)

- (Elliot grunting)
- (Abdullah Shafak grunting)

(Sequins clattering)

(Thud)

(Abdullah choking)

(Suspenseful music builds)

(Discordant music)

(Music stops)

(Elliot gasping and coughing)

(Quiet suspenseful music)

(Phone camera shutter)

(Paper rustling)

(Eerie music)

(Distant sirens)

(Music builds)

(Alex) This is my city.

(Quiet dramatic music)

This is my city.

This is my city.

(Sniffs)

This is my city. I was born on
these streets. They're inside me.

I've seen them change
from year to year

and I know this city's
heartbeat because it's here.

I feel it.

Your startup is looking
for 100 million.

My competitors will
offer you the moon.

Some will throw in a few stars

but I'm the only one that
can join this... to this.

Plus... a buy-in of 200 million.

- (Champagne cork pops)
- Thank you for your trust.

Thank you.

(Soft jazz music
in the background)

(Muffled chatter)

2 minutes. Help yourselves
to drinks, yeah?

I'm early.

(Alex) Abdullah Shafak, one of my
clients, was killed in Turkey last night.

Were you aware?

(Asif) The 200 million you laundered
for Shafak wasn't his to give,

nor was it yours to
invest elsewhere.

Our investors would like it back.
Does it give you any trouble?

Nothing I can't handle.

You're worried your new friends
will see who they're dealing with.

They're dealing with Dumani
Finances. Clean funds all the way.

- Ignorance is bliss.
- And I don't like surprises,

so next time something like this needs
to happen, how about you tell me?

Reasonable.

Remember, though,
everyone thought

that the Wallaces would
take you down with them.

I never doubted you.

I remember everything.

(Suspenseful music)

Let me know when you've
transferred the funds.

(Suspenseful music fades)

(Tap running)

(Clapping)

(Exhales deeply)

(Sean in a muffled
whisper) Alex...

Alex... Help me.

(Dramatic music)

(Loud clattering)

(Music stops)

Oh, excuse me.

(Sniffs)

(Quiet suspenseful music)

(Muffled chatter)

(Basem) Can you fix this, Ed?

It's a bit late for
that, don't you think?

Can you fix it?

(Knocking)

(Asif) I appreciate
your presence here

so that we can sort out
this unnecessary mess.

Who chose this shithole?

I think you all know
his name by now.

Koba.

Don't forget why he
was invited to London.

If the bodies were not
piling up on the streets,

if you would have
listened to the warnings,

there would be no need for Koba.

I've given them my word.

The Investors asked for order

and order is what
I'm giving them.

I expect you all
to fall in line.

(Suspenseful music)

(Car door slams loudly)

(Thud)

(Clatter of guns)

(Exhales)

Would you mind standing, please?

(Basem grunts)

(Koba) Some of you
may know Mr Soudani.

You haven't seen
them round this table

but today he's here to help.

Who sold you this?

It was a blind deal.

Ooh! Exciting.
Tell me about that.

Er... No names, no faces. And
er... payment was off-shore.

(Koba) Good. Very good.

Exactly what I would do, if
I wanted to insult Mr Afridi.

If I wanted to
make a fool of me.

That's what I would do.

Boss here said this.

Nobody sells guns in
this city except me.

Which bit of that was fuzzy?
Which bit didn't add up?

You owe a debt to myself,
to Mr Afridi. Yes?

But that's for later.

Business has rules.

I see they are followed.

Our friend here made a
mistake. He knows that.

But whoever sold these
guns doesn't want rules.

They think they are special.

Shall I tell you who else
thought they were special?

Finn Wallace.

His lunatic son.

Do they sit with us now?

Ed Dumani knows what
I'm talking about.

Did he make mistakes
back then? Maybe so.

But he understands
things had to change.

There's a future for
you, right, Edward?

And your son, Alex.

Somebody here wants
to start a war.

One they cannot win.

I gave Mr Afridi my word.

I will find you.

And you will make amends.

(Loud bang)

(Dramatic music)

(Watch fastening clicking)

(Koba sighs)

(Ed) He doesn't know the
first thing about this city.

(Asif) Why do you
think I chose him?

No affiliations.

- He's a clean skin.
- He's a wind-up.

Help me find out
who's behind the guns.

These people still listen
to Ed Dumani... don't they?

(Music fades)

- (Muffled chatter)
- (Hum of traffic)

(Groaning)

(Munching)

(Groaning)

(Basem) Such a tragedy.
His family is waiting.

(Groaning)

Blessings be upon you.
Marco was a good boy.

Faz, help me get
this down... Faz?

(Tea being poured)

(Music fades)

(Indistinct Algerian
Arabic speech)

(Saba) They're saying
it's a car accident?

Wasn't that, was it?

(Subdued music)

Faz.

What's going on? Huh? What?

- You knew, innit?
- What you talking about?

You knew Koba was coming. That's
why you didn't want me there.

All right. Let's go and tell Marco's
little daughters what happened.

That big man Faz blew Marco's fucking
brains out to save his own skin.

Look at me. Basem doesn't
know what day it is.

He's got us in the
wrong fucking sight.

Now we got to cover for
that Albanian prick.

We just arrived.

Yeah, the removal
guys are here too.

Okay, come tonight.
We'd love to see you.

No problem, no.

(Gentle orchestral music
plays in the background)

No socks on the shiny stairs.

We just arrived.

(Kiss)

(Sighs)

From Saranda. They're
coming over this afternoon.

But we said tomorrow, right?

What, so I say don't
come? She's too excited.

Zamir's bringing his guitar.

(Laughs)

My sweetheart.

(Suspenseful music)

(Suspenseful music fades)

My sister-in-law made that.

Thank you.

Nice place.

Thank you.

Basem did a fantastic
cover-up job.

What are you talking
about? (Sigh)

Luan, I know you
sold him those guns.

- And who am I talking to?
- I'm here to help you.

Help me... or yourself?

You choose sides so fast.

That kind of weaponry
is unprecedented.

My partners need to
defend themselves.

I need to defend myself.

So you're plotting a war?

I know how volatile things are right now
but that's not good for anyone's business.

Heroin is my business now.

I've always used
my own suppliers.

Trusted, productive
people from back home.

Now Koba wants me
to buy from Asif.

Only him.

Do you know why?

So he can control me.

I won't do it.

Because next time he's
gonna come around,

it's not my supply he'll
want. It's my profit.

And he already got
his boot on my neck.

This is not how we do business

- in this city.
- (Slam)

What if I offer
you reassurances?

From Koba? (Scoffs)

- Bullshit.
- From the Investors.

I'm not gonna lay down
and beg like the others.

Then you're going to have to
give something in return, Luan.

Who supplied those guns?

First things first.

Talk to the Investors.
I need guarantees.

I'm glad you're listening.

Thinking about all this.

All this is why I fight.

(Suspenseful music)

(Mirlinda and children giggling)

(Mirlinda and children exclaim)

(Mirlinda's and
children's voices echo)

(Music fades)

(Shower running)

(Heavy breathing)

- (Quiet suspenseful music)
- (Glass shard clattering)

(Miss Kane) What's
going on Elliot?

You were told to hit Mr
Shafak on arrival in his car.

You were late. You were drunk.
You drew undue attention to us.

We plan these things.
You follow the plan.

Or there are consequences.

We own you and your
father, Elliot.

Do you have a problem with that?

(Whispering) No.

(Pills rattling)

Good.

The fee has been released
to the usual accounts.

Wait one second...

Did you receive the itinerary?

(Eerie music)

Been a while, hasn't it?

I've let our contacts
know you'll be arriving.

The order of things has shifted
since you were last there.

Elliot...

I know when you left
it was difficult

but don't get
distracted by the past.

(Muffled shouting and banging)

(Metallic clang echoes)

(Buzzing)

(Suspenseful music)

(Prison officer)
Signature there.

Don't tell my family
anything. Understood?

Cop killer!

(Suspenseful music fades)

Espresso, please.

So Luan is distributing the guns.
I wish I could say I was surprised.

It's a play for leverage. He
needs peace to run his business.

He wants to maintain his own supply.
He doesn't want to buy from you.

- It's a good price.
- For now.

But Luan's not stupid.

He has a major stake
in this town now.

Manpower. Allies. He's
not to be underestimated.

What would he settle for?

A guarantee from the Investors.

A degree of independence
in return for his loyalty.

And all this nonsense
with guns... stops?

And he will tell us
who supplied them.

He will. Trust me.

(Asif) Of course. I'll instruct
Koba to hold off for now.

But until he gives us his
supplier, Luan is on thin ice.

(Muffled rock music
in the background)

(Asif) Thank you for
looking into this, Ed.

You know, Finn Wallace
was an old fool.

But he was smart...
when he chose you.

(Soft piano music
in the background)

(Chuckles)

(♪ "Screenshot", Swans)

♪ ...no lust, no fear

♪ No mind, no
greed, no suffering

- (Loud smash)
- Oh, fuck.

♪ No knife, no words,
no lie, no cure

♪ No need, no hate, no
will, no speech... ♪

(Gunshot)

(Car accelerating away)

(Music intensifies)

(Music fades)

(School bell ringing)

- Bye.
- Bye, Danny.

(Quiet suspenseful music)

Here, I'll carry it.
How was football.?

- Mum?
- Hey. Hi!

Sorry. Excuse me? Ms Dumani?

(Phone vibrating)

Yes?

(Jamya) Mr Dumani. Your
daughter, she's taken Danny.

(Ed) Thank you, Jamya.

What should I do? She just...

I'll take it from here.

Shannon's out.

(Ed) I spoke to her lawyer.

The police messed up
evidence procedures.

Her case would have
fallen apart at trial.

That's the best news.

She told her lawyer not
to contact the family.

(Ed) I told her I would get her
out once things had calmed down.

She killed a cop, Alex. I
don't have a magic wand.

She knew my hands were tied.

She told you she understood.
She told me she understood.

That's what we wanted to hear.

What?

She killed that
cop to protect us.

Our lives carried on as usual.

Look... She'll come home.

We should celebrate.

I did everything in my power.

- You did.
- (Sighs) What a day.

She's back.

We got her back.

This means we can
be a family again.

(Suspenseful music
builds then fades)

- Uncle Alex.
- How you doing, big man? Hey!

Danny, um, I need to speak to
Uncle Alex. Take this for me.

Your lawyer told
me you were here.

Oh, you paid her? That's nice.

I had to see you. I'm sorry.
You can beat me up if you like.

No, don't. Don't. I'm
not doing it like that.

- I'll do it however you like.
- I want to be with Danny.

So you can go back to your tower
and do... whatever it is you do.

Work.

You and Dad decided it's a fuck
sight more important than my life.

- Look...
- That was the deal you made.

You're right. We gave in.

The people I work
for, the Investors,

they didn't want a Dumani
walking free on a cop killing.

I'm bad for the brand.

I'm getting us out.
Out of all of this.

And I'm so close, Shannon.

Soon I'll have us out of this
whole fucking world. I promise.

No more laundering.
No more Investors.

I'll take care of all of us.

Everything I'm doing...

I can make this right.

Better than right, I swear.

It's on me now.

I'll sort myself out.

If you do want to
help... leave us alone.

(Asif) I hear you're meeting
with the Investors tonight

about your start-up
financing scheme.

Do you really think that's wise?

Look, like I said before,

this model is completely compatible
with what I do for the Investors.

The more it thrives, the better partner
I can be for them and their business.

For how long?

Looking at the direction
of your travel,

is your plan to escape
from them completely?

You need that 200 million for
your new business, don't you?

I'm told the Investor concerned
would like it passed over to him.

Don't make him wait.

I've made more money for them
than anyone in this city.

We were attacked today, Alex. It's
not a good time for negotiations.

Pretty sure I know
how they think.

Maybe even better than
you. All due respect.

(Laughs)

Forgive me.

You think clean money
means a clean soul?

What happened to Sean, to your
family... it was just business.

Fuck you.

You've bitten the
hand that feeds you.

Don't be surprised
if it bites you back.

You should have
let me handle this.

Good luck with your meeting.

(Suspenseful music)

(Suspenseful music continues)

(Car unlocking beep)

(Car engine starting)

(Dramatic music)

(Car accelerating)

(Music builds)

Hold off on the next delivery.
There is an issue on my end.

Everything is okay.

I'll share details later.

(Sigh)

Please confirm no delivery.
I'll wait for a call.

(Mirlinda humming)

(Gentle music)

Honey.

Hey.

(Laughter)

(Knocking)

Save me a slice, yeah?

(Bag unzipping)

(Bag zipping shut)

(Music fades)

(Sniffs) Uh, I'm expecting guests
so send them up to the terrace.

(Quiet suspenseful music)

(Scraping)

(Snorting)

(Phone vibrating)

Asif.

Ed...

The Investors have
made it clear.

Anyone who acts out of
line is to be dealt with.

Zero tolerance.

I'm sorry but my hands are tied,

(Mirlinda) Luan. What's wrong?

(Deep exhale)

(Sniff)

(Distorted music)

Who are we talking about?

(Cocking gun)

(Music quietens)

Just put it down and we'll talk.

Sit.

You're working for them?

That's almost funny.
(Light chuckle)

Fuck!

You killed Sean for
them? You fucking snake.

- I didn't have a choice.
- Poor Elliot.

You know, you're only here
because they wanted you here.

And now they don't. Too
much of a liability.

What the fuck are
you waiting for?

(Deep inhale)

(Gun clicks)

(Music fades)

(Contemplative
melancholic music)

Our bosses. Years
of incrimination.

Years of wrongdoing.
It's all there.

- Sean gave you this?
- Can't go to the police.

Courts. Media. The
Investors own it all.

But with you, this...

this is how we get out.

You want to blackmail
the Investors?

And you'll know how.
Better than anyone.

I can't do this by
myself, Alex. I've tried.

But you know who to
contact. Make a deal.

Think about it.

My father. Your
family. Both of us.

This will keep us
safe, all right?

Was there anything
I could have done...

to save Sean?

No.

No.

Open your laptop.
Look at these files.

Please, Alex.

They'll find me.
They'll kill my family.

I can't allow that to happen.

Go to Shannon. She needs you.

What?

Watch over my father.

No, Alex! Stop!

You can't beat them.

No! No! No... Alex!

(Melancholic music fades)

(Voicemail) You have
no new messages.

(Sigh)

(Clattering)

(Fastening jar lid)

(Food packaging rustling)

(Dog barking in the distance)

(Dog barking loudly)

Zeus. What's up, my boy?

You want some cheese?

Come. Come.

Come.

Wanna pee?

Come. Get out.

(Dog barking)

(Chilling music)

(Quivering)

Wake up, girls. Quick...

Papa?

What's happened?

- What's happening?
- Nothing.

- What's happening?
- Go inside.

- Something's wrong.
- Get the girls in first.

Go, babe, go.

Mummy loves you.

(Beeping)

Tell me what's going on.

Quiet, take your sister.
What's happening?

- Nothing.
- Don't tell me it's nothing...

- Listen to me.
- What's going on?

- What's the code to the safe?
- The code?

It's your birthday. But
tell me what's happen...

(Kiss) Everything's okay.
Stay with the girls.

Luan...

(Keypad beeping)

Luan!

(Eerie music)

(Heavy breathing)

(Dog barking)

(Door creaking open)

(Sudden burst of dramatic music)

(Door slamming shut)

(Banging on door)

- (Safe keypad beeping)
- (Rapid breathing and gasping)

(Music intensifies)

- (Beep)
- (Banging)

(Frantic cries)

(Keypad beeping)

(Gunshots)

(Heavy breathing)

(Music fades)

(Electrical box switch clicking)

(Squeak)

- (Gunshot)
- (Vase shattering)

(Distant thud)

(Heavy breathing)

- (Grunt)
- (Gunshots)

(Grunting and groaning)

(Choking)

(Assailant groaning)

(Assailant screaming)

(Assailant groaning)

(Loud thud)

(Heavy breathing)

(Melancholic choral
classical music)

(♪ "Requiem in D Minor, K
626", Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart)

(Luan) Koba!

(Cocking gun)

(Music stops)

(Muffled screams)

(Muffled echoes of
water splashing)

(Quiet eerie music)

(Music intensifies)

(♪ "Requiem in D Minor, K
626", Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart)

(Luan gasping)

Too... late...

(Distant screams of girls)

(Gunshot)

(Alarm beeping)

(Luan) Mirlinda... Mirlinda!

(Melancholic music)

(Girls crying)

Where's Mum? Where's Mum?

(Crying)

(Girls' voices echoing)

(Quiet suspenseful music)

(Phone vibrating)

This is Luan Dushaj. I can't
get to the phone right now.

Please leave a message and I'll
return your call. Thank you.

(Suspenseful music intensifies)

(Dramatic music)

(Music stops)