All language subtitles for Renegades.2022.BRRip.x264-ION10

OX-2 is in the air.

I repeat, OX-2 is in the air.

-Hostages...
where are they?

-Where are they,
you asshole?

Approaching target,
T minus 30 seconds.

-Affirmative.

It's time to get down,
sir.

Two minutes.

Sir, we need to go.

-You go.

Fall back.
I said fall back!

Where are they?

I will never tell you.

-Don't make me ask again.

You're never gonna find them.

Go on.

Do it. Do it.

Do it, you want to do it.

Do it.

Firing on order.

Please confirm. Confirm, over.

Hello, boss.

All right? All right?

-Nice to see you, buddy.

-You look great, boss.

-Take it easy
with that stuff.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah. Right.

-What have we
got in there?

-In the bag here, two mil, boss.

-Two mil?

-Two mil.

-That's good week.
-Good week.

-What else?

-Andre here
has something to show you.

Honestly, what?

Savo?

-See that, boss.

-Fresh in this mornin', boss.

-They look fresh to you, Andre?

-No, they don't.
-No, no.

That's the right answer.

-Maybe that one over there.

-Get serious,
would you, mate?

For fuck's sake,
this is my business

we're talking about, right?

Clean 'em up!

Fuckin' hose 'em down,
do whatever you want.

Just make sure they look good
for the whorehouse tomorrow.

Very simple. Do you think
you can do that?

-Yeah.
-Go on.

-Benny.

Did you get it sorted?

-It's done, guv.

-Lead the way.

All right, all right.

One out of the gate.
Come on.

All right, now. Come on.

Come on.

Oh, fuck you.

-I fuckin' warned you.

I told you exactly
what would happen

if you kept doing business
in my territory, right?

Now you see, the difference
between me and you

is that my business wallet
is expanding.

Whereas yours, well,
your patch is getting smaller.

So, ultimately,
you're gonna end up

doing business in my territory.
So, you know what?

-What?

-I think it's time
you got the fuck out of my city,

that's what.

-Your city?
You're fucking 40, you cunt.

-Well, I was.
Not anymore.

Now, you do not know
how fucking lucky you are

I'm gonna let you live.

You see, I need to
send a message

to those ponce pricks
that work for you.

Now listen to this
very carefully,

you fucking idiot.

The message is,

you sell one gram of cocaine
in my territory again,

and I will cut
all your fucking heads off

and send them
to those closest to you.

Oh, I hope
you understand that, mate.

-Prick.

-That'll be the last time
you ever do that.

Send him to the red room,
will you?

-Major Carver.

-It's good to see you, kid.

You know,
one of the guys told me

you were hanging here
at the park.

-Yeah, I--
sorry I stopped coming

to the sessions, sir.
I was preoccupied.

-Oh, well, forget that.

You know, just don't
make a habit of it.

The guys, they were just getting
used to you.

What's with the bag?

That's nothing.

-Be straight with me, kid.

Where are you staying?

-I'm in between places
right now.

-Well, I've got
a spare room at my place.

It's got a cot
and some drawers and--

well, it's basic, but it's yours
as long as you need it.

And I have some spare shirts.
Use anything you like.

-I couldn't do that, sir.

-Oh, yes, you can,
and you will.

You know, your old man
would have done the same thing

for my little Judy
if she needed help.

Besides, I'm--I'm not there
much anymore lately.

-With a lady friend,
have we, sir?

-No, no.
I'm staying at Judy's, you know.

It's, uh, personal stuff.
You know, father-daughter stuff.

-Anything I can do?

-What you can do for me
is learn how to accept help.

And maybe a shave and a haircut.
What do you say?

Come on, let's go and
we'll get you a meeting after.

Come on.

-So, I hear you like to
play golf, am I right, mate?

-Looks like
a good golfer, guv.

Might as well
fucking handicap him.

-Fore.

-Jesus.

Cauterize the fucking hand,
take him back to the club

and make sure
everyone sees him, right?

Fuck.

-Hey, you look
a hell of a lot better.

You ready for the meeting?

-I'm as ready
as I'll ever be.

-Let's do it.

-Let's do it.

-Hey!

- Come in,.
Come on, brother.

Look what I found.

- Hi, sir.
- How you doing?

- Been a while.
- You all right?

-Let's go, guys, come on.

-Do me a favor--
retire that little prick anyway,

we need to
send a message, right?

-It's done.
-Okay.

-I'll call Savo.

-And when I came out
of the war, Barbara was there.

When we were up to our necks
in blood and mud,

she had this knack
of steering me away from the--

the bad thoughts and the--
the darkness, you know.

And she--she brought me
into the hope.

Sorry, you've--
you've heard all this before.

-It's all right, Harris.

That's the whole point
of this, isn't it?

We talk about it.
We bring it out in the open

even if we have been
through it all before.

-You know,
me, Peck and Woody,

we were in the same unit
together, you know.

We had a few friends
that we lost along the way.

Three of the guys that were
with us, they shot themselves.

-Yeah, I came back after
a few years of mercenary work.

And as we all know,
there's nothing like

mercenary work to fuck you up.

I came very close to

myself
a few times.

Anyway, then one day,
I walk into a pub,

not this one,
it was a real shithole,

and there's old Woody sitting
all by himself,

really morose he was.

And he was sitting right beside

a whole line of
empty pint glasses.

-Don't forget the shots.

-Yeah, you were
a soggy mess, my friend.

Anyway, that's when
I realized he needed me;

we all needed each other.

So, I bought this place

and then we hooked up
with Carver and Harris,

and here we all are.

The point being is that
you don't leave a man behind

even when the war is over
and done with.

-You know, these guys,
they helped me face the past

because we faced the pain
as a unit.

And it's because of
these boys over here

that I could become
a good father.

-Who the fuck are you?

-Does Nate live here?

-No. Fuck off.

-Are you sure
Nate doesn't live here?

-No.

Ground floor,
door number three, gray door.

Wait!

- Shots fired
at Towers,

shots fired!

Send an armed unit
and an ambulance immediately.

The apartment is clear.

Nate is dead.

I'm coming.

-So, now, Mr. Burton,

do you feel like sharing
anything with us today?

-Well--

-Yeah,
we're here to listen, kid.

Come on.

-Three-seven-two-eight
Rifleman Burton,

Warrant Officer, Royal Green
Jackets Second Battalion.

I--well,...

I've been having nightmares.

So, they're not nightmares,
are they.

They're memories,
they're flashbacks,

and they are so fucking real.

I joined up from school,
you know, father's footsteps.

Operation Desert Shield,
an arcade game.

And Bosnia, that--
that wasn't a game.

Went to Iraq... Afghanistan...
Yemen.

You-- you see things, you know,
you do things and...

they cut you to the bone.

But you wanna finish the tour,
so you bury 'em.

You bury 'em and you think
you've conquered them.

But only while you're awake...

...you see things.

And the memories, you know,
they're so--it's so clear.

It's so real.

And then, the good memories,

the ones that had nothing to do
with the war,

they just get more distant,
more faded.

And the next thing you know,

you're sleeping
on a cemetery bench

near your dad's grave,
trying to work out why it is

every time you close your eyes
there's a fucking horror show.

-I think it's time
for a pint.

-Yup.
-Whose turn is it though?

-Oh, yeah.

-Oh, please.

No, what do you mean,
please?

-Give it a rest, camel.

-Get your hands
in those pockets.

Come on. No, man. Please.
-No, no.

-He never wants
a fucking drink ever.

-Well, how did you
find the session today?

-I feel a weight
was lifted by sharing.

-Yeah, well, it's not
a cure, but it's a start.

Things will get better.

-You want another pint?

-No, no, no.
I gotta go, kid.

I gotta help my daughter
with something.

Here, you take the key,
make yourself at home

and I'll check in with you
in a couple of days, okay?

-Thank you, Major Carver.

Thank you.

-You bet.

-Oh, hello, salad squeezer.

Oy. We're closed, mate.

-Yeah, well,
I'm just here to see your boss.

-Didn't you
fucking hear me, mate?

We're closed.

You know, I don't think

I like your manner, buddy.

You know, I used to work a door,
but we kept order,

but we were polite.

And you know what else?

-What?

-We used to wear a tie. We
presented ourselves properly.

You do know where a tie goes,
right?

-'Round your fucking neck.

-You're right.

-Who the fuck are you?

-Are you the owner?

-Yeah.

How the hell did you
get in here anyway?

-Oh, it's okay.
I showed Marcus my ID.

I'm over 21.

-So, what do you want?

-I just want
a little chat with you.

-Chat? About what?

-It seems that
there's a local councilor

that you guys are intimidating.

-So, what the
fuck has it got to do with you?

-Well, I voted for her.

Call me a concerned
senior citizen.

I'm asking you guys politely
to stop intimidating her

and maybe be just
a little bit more discreet

in the operation you run.

-Operation?

-You guys aren't
too subtle in your dealings.

Now, she may not go to
the police, but someone will.

-And I suppose
that someone would be you?

-Not my style, buddy.

-And what
exactly is your style, buddy?

-I'd rather you
not have to find out.

-That sounds a
little bit like a threat to me.

-Take it the way you want.

But I'm giving you guys
the chance

to do the honorable thing here,
okay?

So, think on it, buddy.

Yeah, what is it?

-Goram, we got a problem.

Carver.

Sorry I can't get to
the phone right now.

-Hey, Carver.
I just missed your call.

Can you try me again later?
Thanks, bye.

-Buddy,
I got your answer for you.

Your answer is no.

-Well, what two-bit piece
of shit wants the first swing?

-Whoa! Who are you?

-You're Major Carver's
daughter, right?

-Yes, yes, and--
and who are you?

-I'm a friend
of your dad's.

-What are you doing here?

-He said I could stay.

-Dad! Dad!

-He's not here.

-Well, where is he?

-I thought he was with you.

-No, he--
he didn't come home last night.

I thought he might have stayed
here after his group session.

-Normally he does, but he left.

He said he had to help you
with something.

-Who the fuck are you?

-My name is Burton,
Carl Burton.

-Yes.

-My dad used to be
in the same unit as--

-Burton, yeah.

Your--your dad was in the same
unit as mine for a bit.

-Yes.

-Yeah.
He talked about him a lot.

Well, I'm worried about my dad.
What do I do?

Do I call the police?

-I don't think
they can do anything

for the first 24 hours,
can they?

-I mean, I have
called around all his friends

and he tried to call Peck.

Peck missed the call,

and now Dad's phone goes
straight to voice mail.

-Do you know what he meant

when he said
help you with something?

-No. Just ring me
if you hear anything from him.

-Sure.

-My number is on that.

-Judy.

-Yeah. Thank you.

-Goodbye.

Mrs. Marsh?

-It's Miss. I'm divorced.

I'm Detective Inspector Moore,

and this is my colleague,
Detective Collins.

Can we come in, please?

-What's happened?

Oh, my god. Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

-We promise that we're
gonna find out who did this.

We're gonna make them suffer
as much as they did your dad.

-Hello?

-Burton.

-Judy.

-It's my dad.

He--

-What is it?

-He was found
yesterday afternoon,

dead in a canal.

-What happened?

-He was murdered.

-What can I do to help?

-The police
are gonna pay you a visit.

I told them that you are
at the apartment and,

um, they want info about
his last known movements.

-Yeah, of course.

-And, um, I'll let you know
about the funeral.

If that's okay, I mean.

It would be great
if you could come.

My dad would really
have wanted that.

-Of course I'll be there.

-Burton?

-Yes, Judy?

-Goodbye.

-Bye.

-Mr. Burton?

-Yeah.

-Can we trouble you
for a moment of your time?

We understand you were staying
here the night he went missing.

-Yeah.
I've been staying here.

He was friends with my father.
They worked together.

And we bumped into each other
a month or so ago

and he recognized me,

started inviting me
to the sessions and--

-So, he was helping you out.

Yeah.

He was
very kind.

-Well, from what
Judy has told us,

her old man goes above and
beyond to help out ex-soldiers.

-We want to catch
whoever did this, Mr. Burton.

Did he mention any dealings
with gangs or--

-Gangs? No.

No, he didn't mention
any issues at all.

-Did he mention
anything in particular?

-No, he just said,
"You stay here, kid.

I'll check in on you
in a couple of days."

And told me he would be
staying at Judy's.

I wish there was more
I could do to help.

-Okay. Look, we'll leave you
to it, Mr. Burton.

You know, if there's anything
that you can think of,

please, don't hesitate to
give us a call.

Thank you, Peck,
for putting this on.

Least I can do, Judy.

-Judy.
What a beautiful service, love.

-Yeah, you did
your dad proud.

Well done, Judy.

-Thank you, gents.

-Anything you need,
you let us know, all right?

-I'm gonna
pop outside and get some air.

-You do that.

Thank you.

-Thanks.

-I hope
they find those bastards,

lock 'em up,
and throw away the fucking key.

-Judy, I'm sorry to ask,
but this thing

that Major Carver was
helping you with, what was it?

It's just that
the police asked me

if Carver had
any dealings with gangs.

-I'm councilor
for this district,

and there's been a significant
rise in drug dealing,

as well as violent crime.

Now, I made several
police complaints.

Then, not long after,
I began getting threats.

I was being intimidated,
followed,

sometimes threatened

that if I didn't stop
causing problems, then--

-And you told this
to your dad?

-Well, yeah. I mean, this gang
run most of London now.

-And who runs it?

-His name is Goram.

-What else
did you tell your dad?

-Well, there's this spot

that they've been using
frequently.

It's a back road
off Leyton Avenue.

-Why didn't you
tell the police?

-I've been telling them
about this stuff for months,

and they don't do anything.

These guys never talk.

Nothing ever leads back to the
people who are running things.

I'm gonna go home.

Will you, uh,
thank Peck again for me?

-About the flat. I'm--

-Oh, don't worry about that.

You can stay.

Dirty stinking bastards.

-Yeah. Well, I'm sure
we'd all be good

to get our hands on the fuckers
who did this, eh?

Hey, come and join us.

-What if you could
get your hands

on the bastards, sir?

-Do you know something?

-Councilor Judy
has been having trouble

with some low-level street scum
run by a man called Mr. Goram.

They threatened her.

I believe that Major Carver
tried to intervene.

But I know where
this scum operate.

-Oh, do you now?
So, what are you suggesting, eh?

-Listen, I might not be
the brightest spark

on our planet, but I know
what he's suggesting.

-I'm just saying
that Major Carver

was very good to me.

He works with all of you.

And what happened to him
isn't right.

-No, it wasn't.

-And the police aren't
gonna make it right, sir.

They're either bent or
too scared to do anything.

No witness
has ever come forward,

so I'm gonna do
a reconnaissance.

I'm gonna find out who
the big names are in this game

that ordered his hit
and I'm gonna engage.

And I'll do it alone,
but I'm looking for volunteers.

-Ha!

-Calm down, son,
calm down.

You don't know what you're
letting yourself in for.

This new lot that are running
the streets,

they're fucking ruthless.

-Yeah, well,
they may be ruthless,

but they've not dealt with us,
have they, eh?

The Magnificent Three?

Four? No, I'm in.

-What are you,
fucking crazy?

It's a fucking suicide mission.

-Harris.

Every time I eat
a fucking pork pie,

that's a suicide mission.
I'm in.

-There's nothing wrong
with the pork pies.

-Fine, fine.

Okay, you wanna go out
in a blaze of fucking glory?

I'm not staying here on me own
for the next meeting.

I'm in.

-So, we reconvene here
tomorrow and check our weaponry.

-Done.

-Okay.

I'm not sure
what I've got...

-Right.

-A couple pigs in
to see you.

All right.

-Morning, Goram.

-What do you need, love?

-We were wondering
if you had some time

to come and speak to us
at the station.

-Oh, well, there's
absolutely no fucking chance

that's happening, right?

But if you wanna talk
right here, I'm fine with that.

I'm assuming it's about
the old guy that got murdered,

am I right?
-So you know about that?

Do I know about it?

Well, it's all over
the fucking news, isn't it?

Let's have a look here.

"Local war hero murdered."

Yup, it's right here.
Fucking tell you something else.

Breaks
my fucking heart, it does.

-Where were you
on Monday night

between 11:00 p.m.
and 2:00 a.m.?

-Monday night?
Fuck, where were--

-We were at cards, guv.

-No, we went to the fucking--
now, wait a minute.

Monday we went to see
me mother, didn't we?

-No, we were. Beat ya.

-It was cards.

It was cards,
and you fucking beat me.

Yes, four or five of us
actually.

Witnesses, video recordings,
the whole nine yards,

to be honest.
-We'd expect nothing less.

-Yeah, well, in that case,

what the fuck
are you doing here?

-We thought
we'd drop in on you,

just so you know
we're thinking of you.

-Oh, wow, how touching.
You know, maybe next time

you can shoot off
a fucking email,

save yourself
a little travel time.

Unless, of course,
you wanna come alone,

and that's an entirely
different story, that is.

-In your dreams.

-Yeah, right?

-We'll be on our way.

-See you, Goram.

-Oh, and be sure
to send those witnesses in

to make their statements...

and bring the video footage in.

Time stamped would be nice.

-You fucking pigs.

Get 'em out
of my fucking building.

-It's done.

-Afternoon, gentlemen.

-We've been waiting
for you two guys

to come in and show you
the goods before the big reveal.

-I can hardly
contain my excitement.

Mr. Burton, good to see you.
-Sir.

So, obviously
Her Majesty's government,

Glock 17, 15,
couple of smoke grenades,

first grenade in the bag.

-Okay, for a start,
here's mine.

-So, Harris,
you wanna go next?

-Age before beauty,
my friend.

-You saucy sod.

The most dangerous thing I could
find in my shed was these.

Oh, Christ, Woody!

-What the fuck is that?

-They're shears.

-Back in the old day,

we used to call you
Captain Ahab.

What are we gonna call you now?

- Well,
if that impressed you, um,

what do you make of this?

-Is that a fishing reel?

-Of course.

A very dangerous weapon
in my hands.

-If you're a fish.

-Christ, Woody,
what are you going for?

Moby Dick?

-Well, I've got something
far more impressive.

-Well, that's marginally
better, I suppose.

-And in my hands,
better than an AK-47.

-Is that an harpoon?

-Harpoon?

It's a fucking crossbow,
you donut.

-What have
you brought, Harris?

-Ah. Well, I have brought to
the table, gentlemen...

this.

And what's this?

Blow the fucking place up.

I have got...

there's this.
My piece de résistance...

Is that a live Claymore?

It certainly is.

-Fuck me, Harris.

You'd blow the arse
out of London with that.

-That is the idea, Woody.

-So, this is
our collective arsenal.

-Not exactly
the Wild Geese, are we?

-If anybody wants to
pull out of this operation,

then now's the time to speak.

-No, no, no.
We're still with you.

We'll stick this
through to the end.

-I'm in.

-Harris?

-Well, to be honest, Burton...

I can't wait to
blow something up.

-Looks like some sort of
exchange going on.

-So what do you reckon?

You think Carver came here?

-Yes, I do,
and so do the police.

-We wanna be in there, don't we?

-You know, it occurs to me
we could use some intel.

Yeah. I think it's about time
we visited Sanchez.

-Who's Sanchez?

-Sanchez.

Ah, Sanchez, always
the font of all knowledge

when it comes to London gangs.

He knows them all:

good, the bad, and fucking ugly,
too.

-Right. Well, you go
and see Sanchez.

Harris, do you fancy a drink?

-Sure.

-We'll pop in there.

You got your phone on you?

Yeah.

-Do you know how it works?

-You bein' funny?

-Want you to take
a couple of pictures of

in there,
send 'em to you,

see if Sanchez makes any of 'em.

-Yeah, okay.

Oh, congratulations, Woody,
you got the evening off.

-That's perfect, Peck.

Bake Off 's on the box tonight.

And I need to catch up,
I'm addicted.

-That's good. There's no point
you coming anyway

'cause you always argue
with Sanchez.

-Can you give me a lift?

-Yes, I suppose I could.

Well, jolly good
good luck, chaps.

-Evening, squire.

The atmosphere in here...

fuckin' hell.

-Over your shoulder,
on your six,

I think he's the one in charge.

-We've had to break rule.

-Do you think we need
to worry about Carver's old

military veteran's facility?

I mean, they're ex-military,
aren't they?

-No, they're old.

I don't think they're stupid
enough to mess with Goram.

-I think it's time
for a selfie then, don't you?

A selfie, you know.

Would you--

there you are, look.

Press that button there.

-No that's not a selfie.
A selfie is when you--

-Look, just take
the fucking picture, all right?

Get me good side.

-Alright, one down.

You send that to Peck and see if
his mate recognizes any of 'em.

-Hello, Peck. Long time no see.

-Hello, Gracie.

Sanchez in a receptive mood
I hope?

-As always.

-This place
is pretty fucking done,

so let's make our exit.

Time for your bedtime, I think.

-Fuck off.

-Sanchez, my old mate.
How are you?

- Hey!

What, are you lost, old man?

What are you doing
on this side of town?

-Well, you know me. I always
like living dangerously.

Yeah, I heard that.

Hey, I'm sorry to hear
about Carver.

He was a...
he was a good man, Peck.

-Yes, he was.

-Yeah, come on,
sit down. Have a drink.

- Okay, salud .

-Well, this relates to
Carver, actually.

There's a crap-looking bar
over on Hardy Road

and this guy's inside.

What can you tell us?

-That's one of Goram's
three henchmen.

Together they call themselves
The Four Horsemen.

Anything that Goram wants,
he just takes,

and he doesn't mind
getting his hands dirty.

-Oh, now you're not
going to go weird on me,

are you, Sanchez, eh?

We're not stumbling into
something biblical here, are we?

-No.

It's because of their
street reputation.

Everywhere they go,
death follows.

They're part of
a crime syndicate

running through Europe.

-Everything, it's yours.

What about the vig?

-They took the city by force.

You understand what
that means, motherfucker?

The vig?

That's the tax.

They own a brothel
trafficking girls,

use them to cut and handle
all the drugs,

turn them into prostitutes.

-They sound adorb.

-They're scum,
lowest kind.

Look, I'm no angel, but, uh,
you know there's always been

some kind of honor
amongst thieves

'til these motherfuckers
showed up.

Cops can't do a damn thing.

Old-school gangsters
had to step aside.

I have to wash money for 'em.

-Oh, Jesus, mate.

-I can't help it, homes. They're
ruthless.

Why the interest?

-Because these are
the bastards that killed Carver.

-Peck,
if you're going up against them,

you better be prepared.

-Ha! They won't know
what hit 'em.

And me and the boys are bringing
the bad band together.

-You're like, renegades?

-What? No... yeah.

Hey, you wanna join in?

-My knees are shot.
I can barely walk.

My lenses on the glasses are
as big as a Hubble telescope.

-And I pee five times a night,
what can I tell you?

- No.
I'll give you information,

but I got to sit this one out.

I, uh...
I've got a young family.

-I understand, mate.

-Do me one favor, Peck.

Kill the motherfuckers.

-We'll go over this
one last time.

Harris, you are our inside man.

We let him settle.

Woody, you cause a distraction.

I engage from the back,
Peck from the front.

We go in hard, and fast,
and hit them

before they know
what's fucking happening.

-You ready, Harris?

-I was born ready, Woody.

-Now that is what I call
a fucking improvement.

-This from Quasimodo here.

- the bell.

-Nice decor.
Just like the mother-in-law's.

-Twenty quid
for a half hour.

-Don't start the timer until
I'm in the room, all right?

I wanna get me money's worth.

-What kind of woman
you want?

-I dunno.
Dark hair, big tits.

She'll do.

-Come on.

Got a half hour.

I'll be outside.

-Relax, love.
Not tonight.

-Quick, check the front.
I'll check the back.

-Warehouse. Location.

-You're dead.
You're all dead.

-You are gonna tell me.

-Fuck you!

-Um, you really need to work on

your interrogation technique,
I think.

-I'll work on that, sir.

-You didn't get
the location of the warehouse?

-No, we'll have to get it
when we hit the bar.

-Oh, fuck.

We're not gonna have time
to rifle through

this place for info, are we?

-The longer this goes on,

we're gonna get rumbled
by the police.

-I know where
the warehouse is.

-Where is it?

-Um, Mercen Street,
Unit 5.

I remember when they brought us
here from the warehouse.

-Good girl.
We need you to do something.

Police are coming.
Don't tell them where we are,

go back to your room,
play dumb, okay?

-Okay. Wait, does this have
anything to do with

the war hero that got killed?

Because I heard the guy who
ordered the hit talk about it.

-Who?

Goram.

Yeah, what is it?

Savo, the fuck's going on?

Fucking Goram.

The man's a savage.

No sense of honor, no code.

-Oh, we can teach him
a fucking code.

-There's cameras
all over this place.

-And you know they're all
going to a remote server

that only
one person has access to.

-Yep, and he's not
gonna hand it over to us.

Did the girls say anything?

-Well, two of them are
still off their tits on smack.

One of them hid,

said she heard gunshots
but didn't see anything.

They're all here illegally.

I'll have someone from
immigration take care of 'em.

-Okay, good.

-What do you think?
Gang hit?

Another turf war?

-D'you know anyone
ballsy enough to pull this off?

-Only you, mum.

And me and you
were on duty together,

so you can rule that one out.

- No.

I can't see this being
a rival we know about.

-I'm gonna lock the front doors.

-All right. Ah, it'll be
one of those drunks.

Just tell him to fuck off.

-Fuck off, old chap.

It's been a long day,
you know what I mean?

Fuckin' hell,
I need you, don't I?

Oy, silly bollocks.

Do you know who fuckin'
owns this place, eh?

Fuckin'--

Here you go, chump.

Tell him what's going on.

Yeah, what is it?

-I got hit, boss.

-Fucking what?

What's going on? Talk to me.

-What is this, sunshine?

-They got the ledger, boss.

If you can see 'em,

shoot 'em!

Okay? Fucking kill 'em!

-Savo!

You're a fucking joke.

-Souvenir, eh?
-Mm-hmm.

-Oh, Christ's sake, Woody.

What did you bring
this thing for?

How the fuck did you think
that I cut through the wires?

-That old prick
I whacked the other day.

-What about him?
Fucking anything at all?

When you fucking killed him,
did he say anything?

-He was pissing out blood,
but something about

woman from the council
being good friends.

-Is that right?
-Yeah.

-Councilwoman, all right.
Now get the boys together

and follow this fucking
councilwoman around.

If they're seen talking
to any of these geriatrics,

give me a call.

We need to know
who they are, right?

-I'm on it.

-And listen to me.
They have the fucking ledger.

You of all people know what
that fucking means, right?

We need it back at all costs.

I don't care
how many people you kill.

I don't care if you tear
the city apart brick by brick.

Get the fucking ledger back,
right?

-I get it.

-Go fucking get it.

-This isn't good, Moore.

We have two dead criminals,
both known associates of Goram.

-Two of the four
Horsemen dead now.

-What? Horsemen?
Who comes up with this nonsense?

This case is becoming
a thorn in my side.

-We're actively
investigating, mum.

-No one here will shed
any tears over these animals.

Frankly, whoever's cleaning
house on these streets

is doing the world a favor.

My gut says
that this doesn't seem to be

the power play of a rival gang.

-So, you think
something personal?

-Maybe.

Any leads?

-Nothing solid.

Our only potential suspects
on that front are unlikely.

It's a stretch--
Carver's ex-military pals.

They're more of a threat
to the local bulls club

than the gangs.

-A bunch of
geriatric vigilantes?

Are you clutching at straws?

-It's difficult.

-Ex-military...

that could come up with blocks

on a background check
above our clearance.

Didn't you date
some ex-CIA spook once,

Agent Donovan, was it?

Could he get intel?

-Look, I'd rather not
dig up the past.

-What do you think,
too much?

-It's a drunk fisherman
that we need to talk to.

-I'll take a Glock
in case he falls in the water.

-Oh, do it
for the greater good,

for queen and country.

-Okay.

-What exactly
does Donovan do?

I mean, if he helps,
it must all be aboveboard.

-Well, he can't get the intel
through legitimate channels.

His day-to-day is breaking up
human trafficking rings.

But let's just say that part's
not always by the book.

-Fuck.

-Hands behind your head.

Get out here.

-Someone needs to put
the trash out in this city.

-Why are you watching her? Ey?

-Piss off, you old boiled
sweet eating fucker!

That's pretty funny.

Boiled sweet, that's really--

-Now.

You are gonna go back to those
wankers that you work for.

You're gonna tell them

that their days
are fucking numbered.

-Okay, okay.

-Burton, what's up?

-Something's happened.

-What?

-You might wanna spend
a few days at your dad's place.

-This is insane.

-You get packed.
I'll explain.

You lot are a bunch of fools!

You better give me
one good reason

why I shouldn't go
to the police right now.

- Hello?
- Detective Inspector Moore.

-Donovan,
what have you got for me?

-Anne,
I'm going out on a limb for you.

This is highly classified.

-I appreciate it.

So, what am I dealing with?

-These guys
have seen a lot of action.

Peck, Harris, Woodward,
they all served together

in the late '60s, did tours
in Ireland and the Falklands.

Before that, they did
some black operations in Europe.

Later on, they were doing
mercenary work.

-Christ.
So, they're hardcore.

-Well, they were.

At this age,

I don't know how much fight
they still have in them.

And I can't say if they're the
ones picking off your gangsters.

But there was a time

that this was a typical day
for these guys.

-So, what can you tell me
about Burton?

-Burton's old man served
with Carver in Vietnam

and again, special operations
across the world.

I guess the apple don't fall
far from the tree.

Burton Jr., he had tours in
Iraq, Afghanistan and Bosnia,

and several
unclassified missions.

His last outing Bosnia
was a total shit show.

The mission went to hell,
extraction was withdrawn.

He was
the only one to get out.

Kind of fell off the grid
since then.

-So, Burton has the capacity
to pull this off?

-Burton alone, no.
These old guys alone, no.

But together, maybe.
And you know what?

If these are the guys,

good luck
to these crazy old bastards.

-You see here,
this is all shipping information

and dates and details.

But here,
these are all payments made

to politicians
and bent coppers.

-Christ, how do you
make sense of all this?

I can't make
heads or tail of it.

-You'll have to ask
the code breaker over there.

-Who, Harris?

-I like a good puzzle.

-Sudoku's one thing.

Hey, Harris, this is impressive.

-I'm full of surprises,
aren't I?

-Thanks, Donovan.

It's really been a help.

-Annie, you want my advice?

-Okay.

-Stay out of the crossfire.

These guys want to clean house?

Let 'em flush the turds,
save the city some money.

That's just my personal
standpoint,

off the record, of course.

-But of course.

-Take care.

Anne, I'd like to take you
dinner next time I'm in London.

You know I'd like to see you.

-Always the optimist.

-Peck, and you're right.
I don't like the warehouse.

It's too large, too many
unknowns with the interior.

-Yeah, we need to
funnel them in someplace,

somewhere we know.

-Suggestions?

-Ta-da. Here.

-Oh, man.
You gotta be joking.

-Are you sure?

-Gents,
it's just a building.

-Yeah, but it's my local.

-I own it.

Come on! Look, we know
the place inside and out.

Tactically,
it's the logical choice.

-Right, so we still
hit the warehouse,

put on a few surprises,

really stoke up
the hornets' nest,

and draw Goram out
to find us.

-Yes. He won't come alone.

-I don't doubt it.
But you can put word out

through your friend Sanchez
about our whereabouts.

-Yeah, I guess I could.
Yeah, I'll give him a call,

see if I can get him
to bait the hook, eh?

-If that's all sorted,

I think we should have
another drink, don't you?

-Yeah.

Come on, you know
where the glasses are.

-Is this ever gonna end?

I don't agree with
what you're doing.

-You do agree
that Goram is evil. Don't you?

When we were on operations,
a warlord behaved like him,

we'd do something about it.

Come home, see worse,
and you expect us to do nothing?

When it's done,
and he's gone,

I'll go,
if that's what you want.

Thank you.

Hey.

-Fry 'em!

Loves that bloody
crossbow, doesn't he?

-All right, it's all set.

-Hey.

-Sanchez, old boy.

-Hey, Peck.

Enough of that old
guy stuff, huh.

I was just gonna call you.

-Oh, yeah? What's up?

-Goram has the whole of London
looking for you guys.

-Tempted to turn us in, are you?

-No. Bastard wouldn't even offer
a reward, so you're safe.

- Well, as it happens,
we want you to stitch us up.

-What are you, crazy?

-We're laying a trap, okay?

Specifically,
get the word out to Goram.

We want you to reveal
the location of the Legion.

But listen,
keep yourself clean, mate.

You know, don't go around
to Goram yourself with this.

-Yeah, I'll get it out.

I got the right guy to do it.

And don't worry, I'll be sure
it won't come back to me.

-Guv.

-Yeah, what is it?

-You got a phone call.

He says you're definitely
gonna want to talk to him.

-Who is it?

-Apollo Jackson.

-Yeah, put it through,
and get the fuck out.

-One more thing.
We got eyes on the woman.

Do you want me
to get her lifted?

-Yeah, make it happen.

-Apollo, to what do I owe
the pleasure?

-I hear you looking
for some information

about a group of old men
that tore your ass up.

-Yeah, nothing
we can't handle ourselves.

I got a tip

that the group
was some old war vets

who hang around at the bar
on Norton Road.

I looked into the owner.

Peck's ex-military,
special ops.

-Don't you worry about it, okay?

-I hear things.
You wanna know what I hear?

-What do you hear? Tell me.

I understand

you killed a vet called Carver.

-The old fellow, he was
looking for fucking trouble.

-You brought
this shit to your door.

So, you better finish.

-Do you have any idea
who you're talking to?

You're a small-time

...bitch!
Don't you ever forget that.

You work for my association.

You let your ego
blind you, fool,

you hear what I'm sayin'?

All them old soldiers,

they have
crippled your organization.

Kill them.

-Nothing we can't take care of.

Time is running out.

Do you hear what I'm saying?

Tick-tock, motherfucker.

If you don't clean this mess up,

you gonna retire early.

Do you understand that?

Sleep with your lights on.
You done pissed me off.

-Yakveni!

-What the fuck did he want?

-Gave me a little intel.

Filled me in on where
these geriatrics are at, so.

Gather the boys,
let's get ready for war.

-No! No!

No! Help me! Help!

-Approaching target,

T minus 30 seconds.

OX-2 firing.

Fire!

Everything is set.

We are prepared.

-So, how are we
feeling, chaps, eh?

-I'm okay.

-When I was younger, about 25,
I couldn't give a monkey's fuck

if I got killed in the crossfire
of a firefight.

But now I'm a little bit older,

I've decided I'd like to
see this one through

right to the end.

-Think we all would, matey.

Think we all would.

Why are you smiling?

-Because this is the only
thing I'm any fucking good at.

-Well, I think
a toast is called for

while we still can, yeah?

Calm before the storm.

-To Carver.

-To Carver.

-Certainly drink to that.

-You and me
take the rear.

You four at the front, go!

-Okay, we're on.
Company incoming,

and they ain't looking pretty,
especially your one.

Right!

Positions.

And try not to get shot.

-Got you.

Hey! You soppy prick.

That's our best scotch!

Down, Woody!

Eat this.

Back, back, back, back!

-Fuck it!

-Shots fired at the Legion.
Units are seven minutes away.

-We're not far. Let's go.

-What's your name,
you old bastard!

- Oh, fuck! Fuck!

-All right.

I want that fucking ledger
back, Burton.

-How about
you eat your bullet?

-No.

How about I blow her head clean
off her fucking shoulders, mate?

Oh, go on, take the shot.
Do it.

-Don't you fucking tempt me.

-Actually, how about you
give me the fucking ledger

and your life--

-How about bollocks?

-Drop the fucking gun
or I'll do it, mate,

I'll fucking do it.

There you go. Yeah.

There you go.

-The fuck!

-Police!
Hands above your head.

Don't even think about it.

What the fuck did you do?

Get the.

-I want you to know,

neither one of us is
getting out alive, all right?

-Shut up and fight me.

-By the way, you met Lurch?

Come on.

Come on.

-Run!

-Come on!

Moby--

Dick!

-We'll be hearing about this

for the rest of
our fucking lives.

-And he's dead.

Legion's just up ahead.
What do you wanna do?

-ETA backup on Norton Road.

-Fuck.

- Oh, Burton! Oh!

Judy, you all right?

-Is it over?
Is it over?

-Yeah, yeah.
It's definitely over.

-Fucking hell, he's dead, too.

Now that's what I call
a coincidence.

We were just about to call you.

-Oh, were you now?

-Of course we were, officer.

-Okay, chaps, I suppose
you can explain all this?

-Yes. Well, they were armed,
and they broke in.

I don't know what gave the idea

there was anything
valuable in here.

-And you don't know
who they are

or the fact
they work for Goram?

-Goram? Who's Goram?

-Well, they broke in

and we were forced
to defend ourselves.

-With weapons at hand?

-Oh, well, you see,
I'm very sentimental, officer,

and I like to
have them on display.

Bloody lucky I do, too,
otherwise we'd be toast.

Wouldn't we, fellows?

-Very lucky.

-Oh, one of them
dropped this.

-They dropped a ledger?

And what's this?

-The keys to the code, love.

-During a break in
and shoot out,

you guys had time
to crack a code?

-Yeah.

I mean, we are
full of surprises.

-Well, there's
an ambulance en route.

I suggest you guys get seen to.

-What about the guns?

-Do you mind
if we look around?

-Be my guest.
Just don't break anything.

-A final toast
to Major Carver.

-I think that's great of you.

Thank you.

-To Carver.
-To Carver.

-Oh, excuse me, lads.

-Hey, Peck!

-Sanchez.

-I thought
I'd call you and tell you

that you did one hell of a job.

-I couldn't have done it
without you, Sanchez,

so thank you.

-Yeah, anytime, homes.
Hey, you know what?

I just wish I could have
been there to see it.

-Ha!
Well, maybe next time, eh.

If there is a next time.

-Well, old friend,
it's funny you say that.

A friend of mine is on his way
to see you right now.

-Oh yes, a friend?

-You'll see, Peck.
Later!

-Sorry, we're closed.

-I'm not here for a drink.

Now, you're Peck.

You're Mr. Woody, Mr. Burton,
Mr. Harris,

and I assume the lady
is late Mr. Carver's daughter.

And Detective Moore.

-Don't pull it again.

-I got a funny feeling
that we've got a mutual friend.

Could we have a name, please?

-My name is Palmer.

-Palmer, what agency
do you work for?

-I'm not at liberty
to divulge my employers.

But needless to say,

they've taken
a very serious interest

in the sudden end of
Anthony Goram's criminal empire.

We'd like to hire your services.

Okay, look, chum.

I do wedding receptions
and the occasional.

-I wouldn't be so coy,
Mr. Peck.

We know all about you.

Don't worry about
repercussions over Goram.

You did the city a favor.

-Do we get
a choice in this?

-Of course.
We're all on the good side here.

Read the files.

If you want the assignment,
let me know.

But you're our first choice.

I'll call for an answer
tomorrow.

This does worry me.

I mean, where has it been?

-I think I know where he
brought that into the country.

-Good job
it wasn't the fucking ledger.

Hey, boss.

-Apollo.

-I got some bad news, man.

Goram, he fell.

All the Horsemen, they dead.

The whole operation crumbled.

We need to
take back the fifth

and eliminate our enemies.

I'll be in contact
with the local mercenaries.

They'll be waiting for you.

-Fucking renegades.