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[group chattering]

- Yo, P, this is a madness, man.

These fools out here doing big deals,

making big money while I'm here freezing my batty off

in the cold for only 46 bags a year.

- Bruv, I can't lie.

It's nice and warm in here, you know.

I'll tell you what, if you learned how to drive properly,

maybe you wouldn't be out there freezing off your batty,

but once again your stinky little attitude painted you

into a corner, bruv. - My attitude?

Yo, P, don't get me vexed, man.

Don't get me vexed.

I'm dying of frostbite in here.

- Don't get you vexed?

I'm just saying.

You do this shit to yourself.

Always moaning.

"I ain't doing this,

"I ain't doing that." - When has my attitude

ever got in the way of anything?

- Ah, here we go. Like, now.

- Shut up, man.

- [Pike] You shut up.

- Red cap's on, are we doing this or what?

I feel like "Twelve Years a Slave" in here.

[Pike chuckles]

- Bruv, keep still, don't move.

Wait for them to do something, yeah?

- Well, the cap's on, that was the go sign, let's go.

- [Pike] Wait for them to do the deal, bruv.

[cellphone ringing]

- [Munroe] Oh, shit!

- Eh? Who's phone?

- Fuck, get out of here! - Come on, get out!

Come on, let's go!

Go, go, go!

- Armed police, nobody move!

[tyres screech]

[gun firing] [tyre hisses]

- Move, let's go! - Nobody move!

Oi! - Don't shoot!

- [Munroe] On your knees!

[pole clanks]

[thrilling music]

[motorcycle whirring]

- Cool?

- Oi.

[thrilling music]

Come on, then.

Yeah?

Come on, then.

- [Man] Fuck you, mate!

- Nah, nah, nah.

[punches thudding]

Bish, where you at?

[headbutt thuds]

[knee thuds] Bish!

Bish, what, you ignoring me, yeah?

[both grunting]

[punch thuds]

[brick clunks]

All right, mate.

[metallic thud] [men grunting]

Oh, shit.

- Okay.

So, firstly, my trainers are ruined.

And then you with the brick, that wasn't fair, man.

But let's just stop this now

before anyone else gets hurt, all right?

[knives rasping]

[sighs]

[gun firing] [men groaning]

[gun fires]

- Yo.

Yo, bro.

- [Bishop] Yeah?

- Been calling you, man, what's wrong?

- Ah, the thing fell out, man, what's wrong with you?

- Nah, nah, nah, you're moving like

you want to break up with me or something.

What's going on? - Nah, man, I love ya.

- You sure? - Yeah.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Come here.

[men groaning]

- Book them, man, I'm knackered.

I just don't understand how you can have your phone on

in the middle of a stakeout.

You're at work, man, what do you say to your mates?

"Yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh, it's me, Munroe, go on, give us a call,

"give us a call during a raid and mess it all up for me."

- That's fair, but I don't think

I actually do sound like that.

- That's exactly how you sound.

- Bro, got to start using your brain, man.

[horn honking]

Ah, here we go.

It's your turn, bruv.

[Bishop sighs]

- Mug.

- Brilliant. - You're familiar with

the saying "don't shoot yourself in the foot,"

aren't you, Bishop? - I am, ma'am.

- Yeah, well, that goes for everyone around you.

- Well, they tried to kill me.

- I know the feeling.

So, multiple injuries and not a single piece of evidence.

- Ma'am, we've got a cab

if you need a ride. - Ah, that's hilarious, Pike.

[trunk door creaks]

[drunk door thuds]

[ominous music]

- Whoa. - You gotta be kidding me.

[Munroe whistles]

- There's the evidence.

- You ever get the feeling we're on our own team?

[Tanner sighs] - Every day.

♪ Would you take a bullet

♪ Would you bite the gun

♪ I fall onto my knees

♪ And yes, the war's already won ♪

♪ Through dark nights

♪ We burn bright till the sunset ♪

♪ Till the sunset

♪ 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 ♪ Till the sunset

♪ 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

[lively music]

- Yo.

Morning, I made you eggs and toast

on the off chance that you wanted eggs and toast.

I don't know if you do, but I like it, so I've made it.

- Okay. Sweet.

Do you mind if I shower?

- [Bishop] No, first door on the right.

- Okay and then I just let myself out?

- Just let yourself out.

I trust you.

Nothing to steal in here anyway.

And if you did, I'd catch you 'cause I'm a police officer.

[both chuckle]

- Okay. - Yeah.

All right. - Sorry, I forgot your name.

- Bishop.

- [Lana] Right, that was it.

- Yeah. - Sorry.

- All right, anyway, I gotta go...

Lana. - There we go.

- Lana. - That's the one.

- All right.

See you later.

- Bye.

[upbeat music]

- Yo.

Yo!

What, no love for your Uncle Bishop, no?

- What you saying, fam?

- Fam, since when did you start talking like a gangster?

[Ali hisses] - Be kissing your teeth at me.

Listen, don't forget your manners, you know.

Yo, what's happening?

- Nothing. - What you doing?

- Homework. - What homework?

What you doing? - Maths.

- Maths?

I don't like maths. - Me neither.

[Donna chuckles]

- What? - You changed your hair?

- No.

- Mm, your daughter's got an attitude problem by the way.

- No, I don't.

- I was talking about the big one,

but you do too as it happens.

- You all right, though? - Mm.

- What's that I smell?

- That's man. Pheromones.

Man. - Mm-mm, that's woman.

- It's not woman, leave me alone.

- Mm-hm. - Where is he?

- He's there.

- [Woman] Hold for as long as it's comfortable.

Remember to breathe and keep your breath focused.

- Bro, what are you doing?

- [Pike] I'm chilling, man.

It's the new me.

- Chilling? - And relax.

- [Bishop] Is that why I nearly got stabbed yesterday?

- Bruv, you nearly got stabbed because you're mad

and you like to run man down all the time.

You should try chilling yourself.

- Yeah, I am gonna chill, this is my chilling.

- [Pike] Yeah?

[TV chattering]

[Pike sighs]

What you saying?

Feeling the new ride, yeah?

- [Bishop] Nah, man, I prefer the old one.

- You'll have all met DI Scarlett Haleton,

joining us on probation from the CPU.

- CPU? - She'll be shadowing

our other newbie, Paige. - All right.

- Child protection unit, mate.

- So despite a near disaster,

a million pounds was recovered from a drugs deal yesterday.

Some criminal somewhere will be hurting

and that makes me happy.

Find out who this belongs to.

Whoever owns this money

is a target for us. [knocking]

Let me introduce you to Deputy Director Richard Cockridge.

Richard's here for some tactical advice

as well as a shoulder to cry on.

You know how it goes.

Richard? - Thank you, Sarah.

Look, the circumstances which I come in, aren't easy.

Right, last year was a tough one.

And we lost someone that we held very dear.

So I don't want to keep you from field work,

but I'd like to have a little chat with you all

individually at some point, when you get a minute.

I'm at the end of the corridor in the box room.

So come and see me, yeah?

When you've just got a minute.

And mind your head on the way in.

Yeah.

- Wait. - Seems quite nice.

- [Tanner] Stop it.

- Cockridge, though?

[group laughs] Like, cock ridge?

- Stop. - I can't be the only person

that heard that, right? - That's just his name, innit?

- Shut up, man. [cellphone rings]

Yo, baby.

What's wrong?

All right, listen, I'm coming there now.

I'm on my way, I'm on my way.

- Yo, yo, you good?

- [Pike] Nah, Arjana's friend just overdosed.

- Glenmore!

[both laugh]

- Sit down. - Sit down, do some homework

or something. - Come in, mate.

- Grace never let anything get in the way of her work.

She was a good lawyer.

Certainly not an addict.

- All right, baby.

I've got you, all right?

I'll run an inquiry when we get the toxi report.

Get the guys to have a snoop.

I'll see what I can find out from the doctors.

- What's happened to the door, man?

- Listen, man, there was a time

barbershops was off-limits, you know?

I mean, who robs a barbershop anyway?

Who's gonna trim me head t'rus?

- So you know who did it, you want me to deal with it?

- Deal with it how?

It's 'cause there's no food on the streets.

There's a drought out there, Bish.

These gangs, they're not shooting no more,

they're just robbing old men like me.

Cities gone lawless, bruv.

- All these bodies are drug-related.

And they all died from an unusual cocktail

of experimental drugs.

Pharmaceuticals.

Solvents.

- What would you do if you couldn't score

your drug of choice?

- [Doctor] Me?

- It's hypothetical, mate.

- [Doctor] Do what these people did

and mix some other shit together.

[sausage hisses]

- [Pike] Come on, guys, let's raise a glass

to the newbie, yeah?

- [All] Hey!

Scooch!

- [Jonesy] Where's that name from by the way?

Is that, like, Bulgarian or something?

- I had troubling spelling Scarlett at school,

so Scooch was sort of easier.

- Plus, Scarlett's a bit Surrey, so...

- Yeah, I mean, Scooch,

doesn't seem that much easier to spell, if I'm honest.

Is that-- - Not to you, no.

- Yo.

Hello?

Bruvver.

- Listen.

Maddest thing.

I was at the barber today getting my hair cut,

not that any of you noticed.

- I did.

- Thank you.

And Glenmore said the barbershop hadn't been robbed

in 30 years until this week.

- It's hard times.

Streets are dead.

- You know that doctor from the hospital,

he said none of their overdose victims

died from class A drugs as well.

- Didn't stop them, did it?

- Someone's making a move.

- Yeah, supply and demand.

- Yeah, loads of gangs do it.

Strangle the market--

- Cause a drought. - Introduce something new

to the street.

- What was you gonna say, Scooch?

- Yeah, I was gonna say that.

- I'm sure you were. - Yeah.

- I was! - Yeah, of course you were.

- I was, I was! - Yeah, yeah.

- I told you, you gotta shout to be heard with this lot.

- Listen, we find out where that million pound was going,

we'll find out who's trying to supply the new drugs.

Our little informant Red Cap works with these guys.

Let's pay him a visit.

What you saying, Red? - Ah, man.

- [Pike] Where you going, Red?

[Pike laughs]

- Guys. - Come here, come here.

Hey, listen, them boys you're moving weight with,

who supplies them? - No idea, man,

I'm just a go for.

I don't know. - All right, all right.

- I'll slap you, you know?

- [Red Cap] No, please don't.

[hand slaps] Fuck, man, I don't know.

- [Pike] Yeah, no, no, no, he does know!

- That's what I think. - Box him again!

[hand slaps] [Red cap groans]

- [Red Cap] Please, man, I don't know anything.

Please, I don't know. - Bruv.

- I don't know. - What'd you know, fam?

Come on! - Ah, fuck, right.

I just know that they deal from a health club

called Pallas in Dagenham, all right?

So there's an app and courier service.

- Yeah?

That it, yeah?

- Yeah. - Get out of here.

- Hmm. App?

- Come like Deliveroo or something.

- [Bishop] Yeah.

That was all right, though. - Yeah, man.

- [Bishop] Good skills, bro. Ambush.

- [Pike] Done.

- [Bishop] How's Arjana doing?

- [Pike] Hit her hard, bro, but we're dealing with it.

- Bodies on stationary bike.

Waiting on product.

Like a right bunch of cocks.

- [Pike] En route, and remember, this lot are connected

to those responsible for several deaths,

including my wife's friend.

- [Bishop] You're outgunned, so hold tight, got it?

- Copy.

Hold tight till Pike and Bishop show.

This lot ain't going anywhere.

Questions?

- I've got a question about protocol.

- There is none, you just take 'em out.

- [Scooch] Okay.

- Pike, suspects about to go mobile.

Give us a sign, mate.

Come in.

[motorcycle engines whirring]

Shit.

We're gonna lose them.

[door clacks]

[door crashes]

[thrilling music]

- You said shout to be heard.

- Behind you! - What?

[paddle thuds]

- [Scooch] Nice driving, mate.

- Scooch!

[kick thuds]

- Whoa.

[sighs]

- Thanks, mate.

- Mate, I am not messing with her.

- Where were you?

- We had you covered.

- I was just, literally, just about to--

- Good job.

[man groans] - Hello.

Name of your supplier?

- [Man] Fuck off.

[knee thuds] [man groans]

- Does that change anything?

- [Man] Markides.

- Hmm?

Didn't quite get that.

[knee thuds] [man groans]

- [Man] Markides.

- Markides?

- [Bishop] Hmm, you make it sound familiar, ma'am.

- Well, I dealt with an Elena Markides years back,

fucking horrible old cow,

but I can't imagine she's

supplying cocaine to street gangs.

- [Paige] Up now.

- Yeah.

Yeah, that's her.

Was a compliant witness in a people smuggling case.

I even had the fucker down the pub,

until I found out she actually ran

the gang that were in the dock.

The evidence was tainted after that and they all...

- Mm. - Bad seed.

- Kid, pull up the Markides and see who else comes up

related to them and ping it to the team.

- Markides, they hail from Cyprus.

Fingers in all sorts of pies.

Restaurants, property, scrap.

And that's just legitimate ones.

Make no mistake, these animals, they trade in filth.

- [Paige] On the main screen now.

Alex Markides, brother of Elena.

- Yep, I met him.

Loved a shell suit.

- [Paige] Yeah, runs a scrap business.

- Yeah, right.

- [Jonesy] He's got a daughter called Anna

who works in property.

- Mikey Markides, Elena's son, loves a bit of social media.

FYI, CO19 had eyes on him, but then fell away.

- Wow, he's growing up fast.

- [Munroe] Last post, 15 minutes ago.

- According to CO19, he mixes with some heavy hitters.

- So, what do you think, Bishop?

Wanna shake a stick at a tree?

- No, ma'am.

I wanna pull the whole tree down.

- If he can lose a million quid

and still be out partying a couple of nights later,

I'd say he's worth bringing down.

- Crikey, everyone's being so boring.

Come on, wakey-wakey, people!

May I help you, darling?!

[Mikey laughs]

- Look, bruv, I just feel bad, bro.

- Yeah. - Like being here,

she's at home, doing homework with the kids.

She's had a hard day at work as well,

do you know what I mean? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- [Mikey] Mate, I think I spilled some.

- [Bishop] Speaking of the kids.

- [Pike] Yeah?

- Since when did Ali become a gangster?

She's calling me fam and cuz

and all this business. - I don't know, bruv.

Listen, in the last year,

she's just flipped the game on me, man.

I was taking her to the park last year, swings and whatever.

This year, she's trying to get her belly button pierced--

- Belly button pierced? - Yeah, yeah, man.

She's gun leaning and them thing

they're doing drill music-- - What?!

- I don't know, bruv. [Bishop laughs]

I don't even know what it is. - Don't know how you keep up.

- I'm telling ya.

Is one ready, Andre?

- One is ready, Tyrone.

- Oi!

What's wrong with you?

Keep the noise down, man.

- Yeah, shut up!

Stop waving a bottle of champagne around

like you won the Grand Prix, you fool.

So anyway, I'm saying, how do you cope with it?

I don't know how you cope with it.

- [Pike] I come downstairs the other day...

- Me?

- Yeah, you.

You and your fucking dickhead friends.

Keep the noise down or I'll come over there,

kick your fucking heart out, bruv.

- Are you joking, bruv?

- Do I look like I'm joking?

- You don't look like a joker.

Does he look like he's joking?!

Do we look like we're joking?!

- You want to watch your fucking mouth, man.

[both laugh]

- Action man. - Go on, go on.

- Who the fuck are these guys?

- Bruv. - Mikey.

- Let's go fucking cut this man up.

- Yeah, me and Dez go and do it.

- I'm saying, like, they proper don't want to answer, man.

- Yeah, you should ground her. - It's mad.

Grounding? - Yeah.

- Nah, man, grounding, she's a big girl, bruv,

I can't ground her.

- That's the problem with kids.

They think they're big, but they're not.

And actually, if you set--

- [Pike] Bruv, what do you know about kids?

- From the gentlemen at the bar, sir.

With apologies.

- What is that, let me have a look at that, bruv.

What's that? '62?

- [Bishop] I don't know.

- Cheers.

- Yeah, cheers, man. - Yeah, thanks a lot, man.

- See you later. - Take care.

So I'm saying, if you set the boundaries--

- Mikey, what's going on?

- All right, lads, you two--

- Us two, what?

- What?

- I don't know what you two are.

- Well, I do know, mate, I know what you are.

And what are these, your testicles, yeah?

- You can shut your mouth as well.

- I swear, he's said that already.

He's like a parrot, innit?

[Bishop mimics parrot squawking]

[Mikey laughs]

- Get fucked.

Dezzy, let's go and sort these guys out.

Mikey, let's sort these fuckers out.

Fuck 'em. - I'll tell you what,

why don't you come have that champagne over here with us?

- Are you mad?

You don't even know who these guys are.

- Dezzy. - I've got to be home

before 10.

I'm on tag, bruvva.

- Mikey, we ain't drinking with these guys.

- Now I'm definitely coming.

I will definitely come and have a drink with you.

You need to go, though, right?

- Yeah, I got to go. - All right, man.

- I'm not drinking with this fucking guy.

- [Mikey] Don't worry about it.

It's calm.

Look. - You want this?

- Nah, I'm good, you take it. - All right, cool, man.

- See you later, fellas.

[upbeat music]

[tapping]

- Audemars Offshore, yeah?

That is a strong piece, man.

That and the Patek Nautilus are my favourite watches.

- Titbit.

You know they were designed by the same man, right?

Rival salons, same guy.

1976.

Gerald Genta.

Try that.

- [Mikey] That is beautiful, man.

- [Pike] Hello?

- I knew Tyrone from back in the days,

and then, you know, he got a long stretch for robbery.

Since he come out, he's just been keeping his head down.

- And what about you, you done much time?

- [chuckles]

Nah, I like getting in places, not staying in them.

[Mikey chuckles]

- [Mikey] I'll drink to that, bro.

- Yeah, man.

- [Mikey] Here, Brandon, get a photo of me

and Andre for the Insta.

- Nah, nah, I don't really do that business.

I like to keep my face out of it.

- All right.

You get one of me and my boys, then.

- Three, two, one.

[camera snaps] Got it.

Beautiful.

Yeah, man, that's a good one, here, see.

- Nice one, yeah.

Listen, tomorrow night.

My club.

My shout.

- All right, man, I'm there.

- All right.

One more for the road, yeah?

- One more for the road.

Let's do that.

- Mm. [Pike sighs]

- Think we should ground Ali?

- Ground her?

For what?

- Just feel like she's missing out on her childhood.

- That ship's already sailed, babe.

[knocking]

- What?!

- [Donna] Hello?!

- Ah, go away, man!

- [Donna] I really need the toilet.

- Use the one downstairs!

- At least we've got a lock

on the door. - No, no, but why do they wait

until we're in the bath every time?

- Babe, come on.

She's gonna be next, you know?

She's gonna want her belly button pierced

just like her older sister.

- Yeah, and I'll bust her clart if she does.

- No, you won't.

[Pike sighs] Mm.

- So, in the meantime...

[Pike groans]

[Arjana chuckles]

Mm.

Permission to go below deck?

- [Arjana] Permitted.

- Mm. [Arjana laughs]

[gentle music]

[TV chattering]

- Where's my daughter?

- Dad, it's me.

- Here you go, Sarah.

That should cover him until the new year.

- Cheers.

Thanks, Millie.

See you later.

- [Pike] What's that?

For your new mate, yeah?

- Yeah, man, he loves a watch.

You sound jealous, darling.

- I am jealous.

So what you saying?

You sure that's your guy?

- Yeah, well, we're gonna find out tonight.

Tonight, he's not just a rich kid.

He's in the game, I'm telling you.

- Listen.

My marriage nearly fell apart last year, bro.

I ain't letting that happen again.

I've made promises.

- Yeah, I know.

A lot of stuff happened last year.

But we got a window of opportunity tonight, man,

we should use it.

- We?

[chuckles]

You.

[Pike sighs]

[horn honking]

- [Tanner] Branch Commander Tanner, OCC.

Impounding retrieved money from operations.

- [Man] Yeah, you're good.

[upbeat music]

[people chattering]

- [Mikey] Shut up.

Bruv, you got a Nautilus as well?

- Yeah, man. - You're into the same

watches as me, man.

These fools are still playing Rollys and that.

[Mikey chuckles]

- Patek got nothing on Rolex, cuz.

- Wow.

- Since when did you become a watch expert, Dezzy?

- [Dezzy] Nah, I'm just saying, man,

Daytona's no joke, innit?

- [Brandon] You standing up for yourself now, Dezzy?

- [Dezzy] Yeah, man, I'm a big man now, innit?

[men laugh]

- Yeah.

Dezzy, come here.

- Huh?

- [Mikey] Come here.

- Mikey, man, was just saying...

- Come here.

Oh, yeah, hold that for me, please.

Why you sweating?

- Nah, I'm good, man.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- What's wrong? - It's good, man,

I'm good, I'm good.

[flame hissing] Hey, what you doing, man?

Come on, come on, Mikey. - Hmm?

- [Dezzy] What you doing?

- [Mikey] Hmm?

- Oi, that's hot, man.

- Mikey, leave it. - Mikey, man, lower it.

Oi, oi, that fucking hurt, oi, lower it.

- [Brandon] He was just chatting shit, all right?

- Mikey, man.

Fucking lower it, man.

- Let this one go, yeah? - Oi, mate.

Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- You were chatting shit?

[Dezzy groaning]

- Mikey, Mikey, Mikey. - Were you chatting shit?

- [Dezzy] Sorry.

[Dezzy panting]

[Mikey laughs]

- Fucking, why you kissing me, Dez?

[Mikey laughs]

Nah, come on, man, you saw his face.

[Mikey laughs]

- [Brandon] Dezzy, you all right?

- So whenever you feel like you're ready

to graduate to one of these bad boys,

let me know and I'll sort it out for you, all right?

- Hold up.

Police took a million quid off our boys the other day.

We're gonna have to shift some weight

before anyone goes watch shopping.

- [Mikey] Bruv, it's no joke.

Boys got shot up, you know?

- So you're telling me, you let the police

take a million pounds off you?

- No one let 'em.

They swooped in on us, didn't they.

- So take it back.

Yeah, the money.

You heard me. Take it back.

- How?

- Ask them nicely.

How do you think?

[Mikey laughs]

- You're gonna walk into a police station, yeah?

- It won't be in a police station.

Be in a holding depot by now.

- "Be in a holding depot."

Listen, I thought I walked into the club

that said badmen on it.

Obviously, I'm in some next person's club,

so I'm just gonna leave right now.

- Well, why don't you take it back?

- [Bishop] Sorry?

- You like getting into places.

Get our money back for us.

[chuckles]

- That shut you up, didn't it?

- Not really, no.

- No?

All right, so you'll do it?

- I'm gonna scope it out,

and if I think it's worth the risk,

then I'm gonna get it done.

But I'm not gonna do it on my own.

Music in here is shit, man.

- Tremendous idea, Bishop.

And when I pitched the notion of staging a burglary

to steal confiscated money and give it back to criminals,

my director thought the same.

- Really? - No, 'cause he'd laugh me out

of the fucking door.

Come on, Bishop.

- Ma'am, how else are we supposed to get the Markides?

At least this way, we control the outcome.

Listen, if you want Elena,

if you want her, this is the way to get her.

Mikey is moving big product.

He organised that drought.

He's got an ego, this is gonna work.

- Cockridge would never

go for it. - Fuck Cockridge.

We don't even have to tell him.

Ma'am, we're actually out here catching criminals,

we don't just come to work, cash our cheque,

and go home in our Primarni suit.

[Tanner sighs]

- If-- - Yes.

- If I could pull some strings and talk to a colleague,

how would you go about getting into the strongroom?

- Got that covered.

CCTV at the depot has a blind spot.

I'll leave the outside door open for easy access.

Also, we know how to deal with the safe.

All we need to do is remove their security

and put our own people in.

- And who would be daft enough to volunteer?

- How do I look, Bish?

[Tanner sighs]

- Ma'am, is that a yes?

That's a yes, isn't it?

If it's a no, say no.

[Tanner sighs] That's a yes.

We're on, guys.

Round the team up.

[sighs]

[mysterious music]

- How do you know it's in there, bro?

- 'Cause it's the East London holding depot.

- Anyway, shut up, Tyrone.

All you need to do is sit in here with Mikey.

- You do know I'm on fucking tag, innit?

- Boys, chill out.

- Brandon, let's go.

- Yeah, fuck it. I'm coming too.

- Hey, hey. Hey, Mikey.

Just relax, we'll deal with it.

You just stay here with Tyrone.

- Nah, I'm having some fun, man.

[dramatic music]

- Here we go.

[gate rattles]

- [Bishop] Mask up.

[cellphone buzzing]

- Yeah, ma'am. - Pike, why are there

three bodies climbing that fence?

- 'Cause that fucking lunatic Mikey wanted to go,

and we couldn't tell him no.

Think Bish is gonna leave the door open

just in case we need to make a move, all right?

♪ If I had 21 seconds to go

♪ 21 seconds to flow

♪ If you like me let me know, let me in the studio ♪

♪ I got 21 seconds before I got to go ♪

[door clanks]

- [Bishop] All right, get inside.

Keep the noise down.

[door thuds] [tense music]

- Oh, there he is. - How's our boy?

- [Jonesy] There he is, yes.

- [Paige] Do you know what, he looks the part, right?

- Shh, he's doing good. - The Muppet.

- [Munroe] You, all right,

fucking stay where you are, yeah?

- [Jonesy] All right, geez, what's going on here?

- Calm down, calm down. - Shh.

- Let's just take it easy.

Take it nice and easy.

Okay?

All right, just stay, stay where you are, yeah?

Just, let's just...

[punch thuds] [Munroe groans]

[Paige gasps] - Ooh!

[Mikey laughs]

- [Mikey] This guy's fucking mad, man.

Oh, shit.

- [Bishop] Well done, mate.

Let's go.

- Whoa, why they taking him with them?

- Why is he taking him? - Why...

[lock clacks]

[Mikey laughs]

- [Bishop] Over here.

- This? - Yeah.

[lock clacks]

[kick thuds] [Munroe groans]

- Shit.

Get a message to Bishop.

Tell him that Munroe's in danger.

- [Paige] Ma'am, he'll be in the strongroom,

we can't contact him.

[lock clacks]

- [Mikey] Just stay very quiet.

- Ma'am, he's got something else

in his hand. - Okay, okay.

- [Scooch] Fuck, it's a flame.

- [Tanner] Right, okay, you two,

Jonesy, Paige, get in there!

- [Jonesy] Go, go, go, go, go!

[cellphone buzzing]

- Yo, yo, what's going on?

- [Tanner] Pike, it's all going tits up!

[tense music]

- Ah, fuck!

- [Jonesy] Ah, the door's meant to be open.

[door rattling] [Jonesy grunting]

- [Munroe] Fuck. Fuck.

[Mikey laughs]

- Shit.

Come on. - Here we go.

[Jonesy groans]

- [Bishop] What we looking for?

What was the money in?

- A bag.

Red bag.

[flame hissing]

[screams]

- Fuck!

[Jonesy grunts] [door clacks]

- [Jonesy] Oh, here we go.

[thrilling music]

- Yeah, that's it.

[flame hissing]

[screams]

[lock clacks]

- Police! - Police!

- Drop your weapon! - Weapon down!

Step back! - Hands up!

Hands where I can see them! - Step back!

Stay there! - I said, hands!

- [Jonesy] Back!

Right, stay there.

- Police, hands where I can see 'em!

Hands up, now.

- Right, everyone, down on your knees, now.

All three of you, on your knees.

- You as well.

- Shut the fuck up, don't move.

Put the guns down, nice and easy.

Go on, right now!

Nice and easy.

Both of you, go on. [Mikey laughs]

Now!

There you go.

- [Mikey] Look at these fucking feds.

- Oi, oi, low it!

Come on, man.

Let's get the radios.

Tie them up.

[Mikey laughs]

[zip tie zipping]

- [Mikey] Yeah, get down, man.

Little pussy.

[Mikey laughs] - Come, let's go.

Let's move! Come on!

- [Mikey] Dickhead.

[Mikey laughs]

Look at my hand, man, I'm still shaking!

- [Bishop] Didn't I tell you we'd get

the money back for you?

- [Mikey] I'm shook, man!

- Bro, bro, bro.

Calm down, man.

We ain't home yet.

- 10K missing.

Must have dropped it on the way out.

- Fuck it, man, we're sweet.

Here you are, little tribute.

- Nah, nah, we're good.

Don't need no tribute, yeah?

I'm here for Andre.

- I'll tell you what, why don't you hook us up instead?

- You wanna be shifting weight?

- What, you deaf?

Yeah.

Yeah, we do.

- I got more weight than you can imagine.

- Well, I can imagine a lot.

But we'll turn that white into green for you

because that's what we do.

- Yeah.

It's what we do.

- 'Cause I don't like getting burned.

It's not what I signed up for.

Ain't even gonna mention the punch.

- You should.

- You weren't supposed to knock me out.

Gone over anyway.

- Mate, I know it's boring and procedure,

but you've got to cover off all the bases.

- We could be a man down now.

- Yeah, for what?

You know, where's our win?

We're not even close to bringing down the Markides clan.

- Sorry.

[cellphone buzzing]

There's our win.

- [Bishop] Hello?

- What you saying? - Yeah, Mikey.

What's up, man?

- [Mikey] You wanted in, you're in.

Meet us tomorrow.

Don't fuck it up, bro.

- All right.

- We're good?

- We're good.

- Listen.

What you did was a mad ting, bro.

It was a good ting, but it was a mad ting.

- Yeah, man, we're in.

- Got to make it right with them, though.

Oh, come on, man.

[Pike sighs]

- Okay, so I know today was a bit,

you know, and so, in light of everything that's happened,

I know it was, so I just wanted

to kind of say that I'm...

I'm obviously...

- Bruv, sit down, sit down. [group laughs]

- That was pathetic. - You don't know how

to even say it, man.

- I mean it. - Let him finish.

[group laughs]

[gentle music]

[tense music]

[gun clacking] - Hey, what you doing?

- What, you thought this was a friendly chat?

[thrilling music]

[door crashes]

[guns firing]

[kick thuds] - Where were we?

- I believe you were about to kill me.