Original subtitles

- We find out where that million pound was going,

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

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

- Alex Markides, brother of Elena.

- [Tim] He's got a daughter called Anna,

who works in property.

- [Chris] Mikey Markides, Elena's son

loves a bit of social media.

- Wakey, wakey, people!

- Yo, oi, keep the noise down man!

- Are you joking, bruv?

- Where's my daughter?

- Dad, it's me.

- That should cover him until the new year.

- Cheers.

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

- So take it back.

- You gonna walk into a police station, yeah?

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

how would you go about getting into the strong room?

- [Aaron] Got that covered.

- 10 K missing, must have dropped it on the way out.

- Fuck it, man, we're sweet, here you are, little tribute.

- Why don't you hook us up instead?

[melodic upbeat music]

What's up, Brandon, where's Mikey?

- [Brandon] Get in.

[birds twittering]

Get in the car, mate.

[moaning with pleasure]

[mellow melodic music]

You know what I do for the Markides family?

- [Aaron] Looks like you're a driver.

- No, man, I keep them safe.

- And you drive.

- Mikey's a good kid, but he's loose

and his judgement of people is a little off,

so his uncle Alex asked me to keep an eye on him.

- And drive.

- Bruv, you ain't hearing me,

I get to vet who comes in the circle

and something ain't right about you.

- I hear that a lot.

Man, it's dead round here.

- [Brandon] If Mikey says the guy's gonna be here,

the guy's gonna be here.

- What? - Hm.

- Again?

- It's my way of saying happy anniversary, baby.

- Hm, what you thinking?

- I'm thinking round two.

- Seriously, Ron, how are we celebrating?

Where are you taking me?

- I'm being serious,

so how about I take you here?

- [sighing with pleasure] One of my favourite places.

[moaning]

[melodic haunting music]

[lips popping]

[sighing]

- Well, this is fun. - Shut your mouth, alright,

you're only getting hooked up, 'cause Mikey rates you.

Now if it was down to me,

you'd be kicked through the long grass.

I get you, you pop up out of nowhere

with your prison lingo and your flash watches.

I done some digging.

- Really?

- Hm, and guess what,

no one else knows where you're from either.

So what are you, hm?

You a grass?

Or a, oh!

[gun firing]

- Argh!

[mellow upbeat music]

♪ Would you take a bullet

♪ Would you bite the gun

♪ I've fallen to my knees and yes, the war's already won ♪

♪ Through dark nights

♪ We burn bright till the sun sets ♪

♪ Till the sun sets

♪ Through dark nights, when it all goes wrong ♪

♪ When it all goes wrong now

♪ I'll take my time, I'll keep on holding on ♪

♪ When it all goes wrong

♪ When it all goes wrong

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

♪ Keep on holding on

[traffic rumbling quietly]

- She'll love that.

- You think?

- Who wouldn't?

- How are you settling in? - Yeah, good.

- Hit the ground running with your missing persons?

- Yeah, well, Paige is a good girl,

she is absolutely thrilled to have her own case.

Oh, I've been meaning to ask you,

are you Ronnie Pike, son of Sir Ronald Pike.

- Yeah.

It's my Dad, it's not me.

- I was just curious, I think he knew my father.

- Yeah? - Hm-mm.

- Police?

- Was, military.

Same animal, different breed.

[melodic haunting music]

- Bruv, what the fuck?

- I mean, I don't know what to tell you, man,

we were in the car waiting for the connect

and then bang through the window.

- And what, you didn't see anyone approaching?

- Well, obviously if I-- - Andre, man, what the fuck?

- What, what you,

what you think I did it?

You think I did it?

Why would I call you and bring him over here if I shot him?

- No one else knew where you were.

- Ah, come on. - I don't like him,

let me shoot this fucking wank!

- Shoot who, buffoon, you side man, who you gonna shoot?

Oh yeah, yeah, is that what we're doing?

Who you gonna shoot? - Come on, big man.

- With what?

Look how slow you are, you ain't even got your gun out,

you're like a slob, "Let me shoot this."

What are you gonna shoot? - Dez, Dez.

- Huh? - Fuck.

- Huh, yeah, you lot ain't gonna do nothing,

you're not gonna do anything,

you're gonna stand here and I'm gonna stand here

till you put those down. - Andre,

put the gun down, man.

[melodic haunting music]

[sighing]

- Talk me through it, please.

- He was in the car with him.

- Who's he?

- [Mikey] Andre.

- Are you hurt?

- No, man, but I'm upset, you know how difficult it is

to get blood out of these trainers?

- Hm.

- It was him, Alex!

- Shut up, man.

- Put the car in a crusher,

clean your friend up and bring him to the restaurant.

[loud metallic crunching]

- Right, did you get anywhere with our missing girl?

- [Paige] Yeah, they found her.

- [Scooch] Oh, my God.

- [Paige] I knew her, I nicked her for shoplifting once.

- [Scooch] Shit.

- [Paige] I tried to help her get straight

and now she's, [sighing]. - What happened?

- Dredged her body from a Thames tributary,

cut her legs off and weighed her down with a ballast.

- I'm so sorry, Paige.

- What's up, P?

[quiet background office bustling]

Ah, man, you got her modelling page?

- Yep.

- [Ron] Any others on there?

- [Scooch] Yeah, dozens.

They always say they're older to get on the agency books,

but in truth, they're more like mid-teens,

I mean, I am talking school.

- Nice car, notice how they're all leaning against it,

when they take them?

Look closely, zoom in.

See that No Parking sign?

You find that, you find out where the girls are.

You want tea? - Yeah.

- You warm my heart, Ronnie Pike.

- Thank you kindly, ma'am. - You seen Bish?

- No, I can't get hold of him.

- Hm, I think we've lost him to Tinder.

- Yeah, thank fuck for that.

- Oh, Richard, I was just wondering if you'd--

- Ma'am. - Yeah.

I just wondered if you'd had time to consider my request?

- It's not really for me to consider, pay review is annual

and there's not much I can do unfortunately,

but I've nosed around

and they do make exceptions from time to time.

[melodic haunting music]

- Walk me through what happened.

- Um, I was sat with Brandon in the car waiting for...

- For what?

- Oh yeah, no, Alex knows the score.

- I was waiting to get hooked up.

- That your game?

- [Aaron] Amongst other things.

- He gets banging watches.

- Amongst what other things?

- What, you wanna look up my skirt?

- Been behind the door?

- No, prison is for people

that can't stop talking about their business,

I'm not one of those people.

- And what happens if the police looks into Brandon?

Will you talk about your business then?

- You think this is my first day at school?

[footsteps approaching]

- [Alex] Darling.

- Baba, Mikey.

[kissing]

Keys you wanted, Sidwell Place.

- Darling, this is Andre, friend of Mikey's.

This is my daughter, Anna.

- Black man in a Greek restaurant, modern.

- Yeah, they caught me breaking in.

[laughing]

Pleasure to meet you.

- Surprised I haven't seen you on Mikey's social media?

- Nah, I don't do that.

- [Mikey] He forbid me, man.

- Look after those keys, they're my only set.

See ya, Andre.

- Where were we?

- [sighing] I believe you were about to kill me.

- Thanks, Georgious. - Yes, sir.

- I want you two to lay low for the time being.

- What, no, no, we find out who did it and go after them!

I wanna talk to Anthony. - I said lay low

for the time being.

[sighing]

Andre,

keep my nephew occupied, I'd appreciate that.

And now we pray for Brandon before I eat.

[speaking in Greek]

[praying in Greek]

[melodic haunting music]

- I think we've all figured out that Alex, the uncle

is not a scrap metal dealer.

- And what about Brandon Harris?

- Well, that's what we need to find out.

I mean, he could have just shagged the wrong girl,

messed with the wrong people, who knows.

- Possible he was working with another firm, or a grass?

- Might explain why you weren't collateral.

- Yeah, but Brandon was

practically family to the Markides,

Alex and Mikey were genuinely upset, when he died,

I was there, I saw it.

- I bet you nearly shit yourself, didn't you, Bish?

- Yeah, like you wouldn't, Munroe.

- His brains were all over my face, man,

what's wrong with you?

- Anyway, me and Bish, we're gonna head down

to the scene of the shooting,

see if we can pick up any shell casings or whatever.

- [Sarah] Right, have both of you decided

who you're gonna be yet?

- Yeah, I'm gonna be Tyrone.

- Tyrone.

- He speaks like that, it's Tyrone, yeah,

and I've been in jail for 10 years for robbery,

come out and then I hook up with my bredrin, Andre,

who's been on the road for time, you get me.

[laughing]

- Oh! - Ooh!

- Oh, Tyrone.

- Yo yo, come on, man, take it off.

- Handsome bastard. - Take it off!

- So Alex is the father of Anna, who owns a property firm,

who is also cousins with Mikey.

What's Mikey's Mum got to do with all this?

- Elena, that's Alex's sister.

There's also like an older brother

called Andreas in Cyprus.

- Alex and Elena own hotels and clubs in Amsterdam.

Sorry, and we're looking into a family business

called Meliou. - I know Meliou,

they make honey and speaking of family businesses,

Anna's property firm checks out clean.

- Yeah, so does the scrap metal business,

so do their clubs, so do their hotels,

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - they're called fronts, bro.

- Alright, good, Scooch, Paige,

speak to some of those other models, I need suspects.

Everyone else, first priority

is to find out who killed Brandon

and remember, we are not police, we're Tyrone and Andre.

- Yeah, dog.

[mellow upbeat music]

- Shooter was stood over there,

blasted two through the window

and sounded like a semi-automatic, so,

bullet casings usually land about six feet to the right.

- You know that Scooch girl?

- Yeah?

- She's alright, innit?

- She's alright, I mean, what, what you saying?

- I'm not saying anything, I'm just.

- Just remember I know you, man,

you're talking to your kids' godfather,

you're sounding like there's something.

- Bruv, I just said she's alright, what's the problem?

- But like alright, like there's a thing,

there's a thing? - Bruv, do you know what,

you're getting on my nerves. - What,

I'm sensing there's a thing. - No, no, no,

you're getting on my nerves, there's no thing.

- I'm sensing there's a-- - There's no thing!

- Feels like it, just saying, feels like there's a thing.

- Yeah,

yep.

[mellow melodic music]

Fuck Sherlock, bruv, I should be wearing a deerstalker.

- [Aaron] What, you're the Forensics team now, yeah?

- [Ron] Yeah, that's how I'm running it, bro.

- [Aaron] Bruv, I would've seen it, if I was over there.

- You would have seen it? - Yeah.

- [Ron] What, doing this?

- [Aaron] Man, I haven't got my glasses on!

- [Ron] Well exactly, so how was you gonna see it?

- I could've sensed it. - Sensed it?

- [Aaron] Yeah, like I can sense there's a thing

between you and Scooch. - Bruv, get in the car.

Get in the car.

- [Aaron] I'm saying Arjana's like a sister to me.

- [Ron] Bruv, D.P.M.O., D.P.M.O.

- [Aaron] What the hell does that mean?

- [Ron] Don't piss me off!

- [Scooch] So where we at?

- [Paige] According to the council office records,

flat 204 is sub-let to Opulence Model Management.

- [Scooch] Hm, it's not exactly glamorous around here,

is it? - I know, right.

[muffled background chattering]

- Hello, my name is Leanne, I'm from Tyneside.

- Gonna ask if I know her?

- [Paige] Knew, she was murdered.

- Murdered, well, she was only here a while back.

- You were friends with her, weren't you, Jodie?

Girls, what the hell are you doing living in this shit hole?

- Shit hole, I come from Morpeth.

- [Jodie] You seen Morpeth in winter?

People die of natural causes in their fucking twenties.

- This model agency, where's it based?

- Dunno, we just use the app, Patrick deals with the rest.

- Patrick? - Straker,

he runs the agency, that's all I know.

[mellow melodic music]

[quiet background chattering]

- Doing well for a modelling agency.

- Right, ask for Patrick Straker.

[doorbell ringing]

- We mostly deal with charters over 300 feet,

Benettis, Mochi Craft, Rivas from time to time.

- And you never were a model agency?

- Always been a yacht broker sadly.

- So the name Patrick Straker doesn't ring a bell?

He's the M.D. of an agency that's registered here.

- That's our M.D.,

Mr. Simmons, yeah, he's a bit of a crasher.

[sighing]

[birds twittering]

[traffic rumbling quietly]

[door opening]

- Hi.

- Oh, hey.

- Is this just a weird coincidence?

- It must...

Truth?

- Only if it's good news.

- I kinda looked you up.

- Should I be flattered?

- I mean, if you want, I'm just looking for a place to live.

- Let me go and get my stuff.

- We've got a murder scene, now we've got the evidence.

- [Tim] Looks Eastern European to me.

- [Ron] How's that?

- The amount of damage to the brass

suggests it's been packed more than once,

Balkan countries tend to do that,

it's a hangover from the war.

- Plus it says it on the side.

- Alright, follow the trail,

it's gonna lead us to Brandon's killer.

- [Anna] Here we are.

- Hm, it's very nice.

Aren't you gonna do your thing, your sales thing?

- Really?

- Ah, yeah.

- Alright, as you can see,

you're looking at a premiere residence

in our current waterside portfolio.

- Am I?

- And when we step inside,

you'll notice the luxurious communal parts.

[seagulls cawing]

Each apartment has its own parking space

and use of the gym facility,

they come specced with Neptune kitchens,

- Neptune kitchens? - and Ocean bathrooms.

- Hm.

- This non-demised roof terrace

gives you the stunning panoramic views of London.

- Where do I sign?

- So how do you know Mikey? - Here and there.

- Working for him? - With him.

- Hm, loves a bad boy, my cousin.

- Who says I'm bad?

- I hope you are.

- You don't mess about.

- Oh, I do.

And this is the master bedroom.

Unused to date.

[mellow melodic music]

[heavy breathing]

- So how often do you do viewings?

- Never done this sort before. - Yeah, right.

- And you look like uncomplicated fun.

- Well, you know, this is all good,

but I've got a wife and kids at home so, you know.

- What?

- I'm just joking. - Alright,

well, it's not like I'm looking for anything anyway.

Grown up, aren't we?

- Very, very grown up, yes.

- Did you think about what my cousin would say,

if he knew about this? - Not while I was.

- Well, I imagine he won't mind it,

but my father on the other hand.

- Yeah, probably best if we keep this to ourselves.

- Yeah, probably best. - Probably best.

- I've got to go, I've got to get back to the office.

[phone ringing]

- [Aaron] Is that me?

- Speak of the devil.

- Yo, Mikey.

- Andre? - Yeah?

- [Mikey] Yeah, I need you to come pick me up, man,

alright, I need some back up.

- What, now? - Yeah, now.

- Alright.

- You did what?

- I knew I shouldn't have told you.

- Bro, she's a suspect!

- Suspect of what?

- God, organised crime, brother, drug importing.

- No, she's not, man, she's an estate agent

and she's a pretty fit one, if I'm honest with you, man.

- Yeah, okay. - If you saw the batty

that I saw today, you would be--

- Oh, my God, brother,

are you being serious? - What?

- Are you really being serious, bro?

- Are you serious?

- She's a suspect, you can't be banging the suspects, fam!

You can't be doing that!

Listen, promise me you won't do it again.

- Fine, I promise I won't do it again.

But don't tell anyone

and don't make that face at me that you make,

the judging face.

- Listen, it's my anniversary today, you know.

- [Aaron] I know, I was at your wedding.

- Yeah? I could be at home

with my wife right now, instead you've got me out here

driving you around to meet your gangster mate.

- Now hold on a second, he asked for you as well.

- Listen, I don't wanna be pulled into your ting.

- I'm not trying to-- - I'm old,

I've got a family, something you wouldn't know about.

Where we going?

- I'll fill you in on the way, we need to change the car.

[mellow melodic music]

[snorting cocaine]

- I know who did it, I know who killed Brandon.

- How do you know, man? - I just know, man.

Look, this boy Anthony heard Brandon

was muscling in on his patch, so he clipped him.

- Mikey, you need to be sure, man.

- I am, let's go chat to him.

[background chattering]

- Hey, what you doing?

- What, you thought this was a friendly chat?

- Your uncle said to lay low.

- Fuck him, man, he's soft!

- Hey, you were there when Brandon got clipped,

I mean, you owe it to him, innit?

- This is the shit I'm talking about.

- Okay, listen, I need you to stay close

in case we need to Lewis Hamilton the fuck out of here.

- What the fuck you talking about, Lewis Hamilton, bruv?

Oi, how do you wanna play it?

[light suspenseful music]

Shit, man.

- [Aaron] Hey, just cool down, man, alright?

- [Mikey] Alright, man, it's all fun and games.

- Mikey Markides,

what you saying, Mikey? - Saying Anthony,

yeah, you cool, yeah? - Yeah, good.

Yeah,

what do you want?

- Fuck, man!

- Just chill, Mikey.

- Heard you killed my boy Brandon, yeah?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

I don't know no Brandon.

You wanna fucking play with straps?

Yeah?

What you gonna do?

You're shaking.

[car revving] - Fuck!

- Listen.

- What?

[melodic upbeat music]

[gun firing] Argh!

- Let's go!

Fuck!

[gun firing] - Uh!

[gun firing]

- [Anthony] You fucking mugs!

[gun firing]

- Come on!

Fuck!

Get in, get in! - Go, go, go, go, go!

[car revving]

Not too fast, man! - Shut up!

- What is wrong with you, man?

[tyres screeching]

- [Ron] Ah shit, man!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Brake, brake! [tyres screeching]

[tyres screeching]

Through here, through here, this way, this way!

- Alright, man!

[tyres screeching]

- You are nuts!

[guns firing]

- What you doing, get in!

- Bruv, I'm shooting them!

[laughing]

[guns firing]

Yo, what you doing, man? - Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Here you go. [thudding crash]

Oh, shit!

[melodic upbeat music] - Fair enough.

- I see you, Mikey!

Fuck!

- Fucking nuts, man.

- We need to get this car off the road now.

- Bruv, chill, look, I'll open the scrap yard.

Don't tell Alex, alright, no, I mean it.

[melodic haunting music]

Oh shit, what's he doing here?

Yeah, I've got it, I've got it.

Alright, Alex, I know it don't look good and that,

but you should've seen it, man, it was a madness!

This crew just come out of nowhere

and started shooting us up,

but these two, it was like,

it was like having the A-team on board, man.

- I thought I said keep him occupied?

- What was I supposed to do, take him bowling?

Look--

- [Ron] It was an unavoidable situation, yeah,

we did the best we could at the time.

- And you are?

- Best fucking driver in the world.

- I roll with Andre.

- Yeah, what are you, a log?

- Look Alex, I apologise.

We just did whatever we could do to keep Mikey safe.

- [Mikey] Jeez, look at this car,

that's getting posted right now.

- No, it's not getting posted anywhere,

you're gonna change the plates and fix it up.

- Yo, I'm just gonna get one for the Insta.

- Bruv, are you stupid?

The car's evidence, don't be splashing pictures of it

all over the internet.

- Andre, come on, man, don't be a.

- Don't be a what, don't be what?

- Mikey.

Mikey, a word.

- Bruv, did my man just call me a log?

- Yeah, 'cause you said you roll,

listen, man, it's a white man humour, don't worry about it.

- Hear what I'm saying, that kid's mad, yeah,

he's gonna get someone shot. - Yeah.

- Driving was sick though.

- Hey, you drove pretty good, man, I've gotta tell you.

A bit too fast for me,

I mean, you could have been more tactful.

- My uncle wants to know

if you wanna come to Brandon's wake.

It's a little family thing tonight at the restaurant.

Oh yeah, and leave that here, we'll fix it up for you.

- Alright.

- [Mikey] Jeez!

- Brandon's wake, man, we're in.

- Yep.

It's my anniversary, bruv, what do I say to Arjana?

What, I'm going to celebrate the death

of some guy I met on a burglary?

- Look, man, I know, I don't wanna mess with the family,

you know that, but I mean,

how's it gonna look if you don't show up?

[traffic rumbling quietly]

- [Scooch] What's the update on Patrick Straker?

- [Chris] Good news, we've accessed his file.

- Brilliant, okay, send over what you've got,

sleeve, history, images would be great as soon as possible.

- This ain't good. - Nope.

- These girls are the only lead we've got.

[doorbell ringing]

Fuck it.

Go on.

- [Scooch] Hello?

Girls?

Police.

Jodie?

- What the hell is going on?

- This is weird.

[phone alerting]

[sighing]

Look at this.

Patrick Straker.

- False imprisonment, demanding money with menaces.

Downloading indecent images. - Twat.

- I wonder what kind of model agency he's running?

We know her, Elena Markides.

- Yeah, I can get the first payment,

that isn't a problem, just as long as my Dad's okay, yeah?

Yeah, of course, yeah.

Look, I really appreciate your patience.

Okay.

Thanks, thanks, bye.

[sighing]

[light haunting music]

- [Tim] Ma'am?

- Jonesy?

- You're needed in the bull pen.

- Ah, yeah, yeah, I'll be right there.

- You okay?

- Yeah, fine.

- Okay, see you in there.

- [Scooch] Which means that Patrick Straker's

dodgy modelling agency is possibly

just another part of the Markides' empire.

- [Paige] In other news,

we've been following that Eastern European ammunition.

- Alright?

- This charming mob have been trafficking weapons

to a respray garage in Dagenham

and then selling them on to teenagers.

- Nice fellas.

So one of them is dead due to a heroin overdose,

there's justice after all

and the other one turned informant and wasn't in London

at the time of the shooting confirmed by his handler

leaving this handsome chap. - Yustmanov something,

sorry, I literally can't pronounce it, what?

- Dordevic, I think.

Anyway he was part of the kill squad

with the one who drank the poison

and topped himself in court

and back in the Bosnian war,

Yustmanov was notching up a few scalps,

mostly children, you know how it goes.

- Anyway turns out his grass mate is still a grass,

he informed his handler that Yustmanov here

may have been involved with the execution of Brandon Harris.

[phone ringing] - Yeah.

- Gold stars all round, double points for the newbies.

- Thank you.

- Boom, thanking you, Bish.

- So do you guys wanna pay Shrek a visit?

- I'd love to.

[melodic haunting music]

Yeah, that's him.

- Fuck me, he's the size of a cow.

- Alright, how do you wanna play it?

- I don't.

- Sweet, I got this.

- Here we go.

The fucking size of him, fuck.

- Come on.

Armed police, stay where you are!

- [Tim] Turn around!

- [Chris] That's it, fella, nice and easy.

- [Tim] Come on, in your own time.

Now drop it, put it down.

- [Chris] Hands up now.

- Drop it.

[spanner clattering to floor]

- Good.

Ah, right, go on then, Jonesy, cuff him.

- Are you for real?

Fucking.

Easy, big fella. [melodic upbeat music]

[tools clattering]

- I think he's trapped. - What?

- He's got no way out. - What you whispering for?

Call it in?

[tools clattering] - Argh!

- Fuck it, we're going alone.

- Ah!

Fuck. - Muppet.

- Ah! [tool clattering]

[thudding blow] - Uh!

Argh! [thudding]

- Uh, uh! [thudding blow]

[thudding blow] Uh!

Argh! [thudding]

Argh!

[thudding blow] Uh!

- Ah, argh!

Ah, argh!

[thudding blow] Uh!

- Argh!

[groaning with effort]

Argh!

- Ah! [thudding]

[thudding blow] - Uh!

[groaning]

[thudding]

[electricity crackling]

[groaning in pain]

- You alright, mate?

- Yeah,

yeah, I'm cool, I had it covered.

- Probably should have used this from the off really.

- You think?

- Come here, come here, let's do this for you.

- Well I looked at some videos, but--

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you'll have to learn this.

- Well, you've got to tell me what you're doing,

otherwise I'm not learning, am I?

- Okay. - Tanner.

My office, please.

- I think he fancies you, ma'am.

- Yeah, well, he wouldn't last five minutes.

Mind yourself, alright? - Yeah.

- Sir? - Just close the door.

Well, it appears that you have mistaken my kindness

as a weakness,

stealing money for criminals

from the police depot?

- I had to make a snap decision,

I had friends who could sanction it on the spot.

- I could've helped, couldn't I?

Could have been your ally, but no, you leapfrog me

and now you've left me looking foolish.

So now we revert to type, because I have rank,

you report to me anything

and I mean anything that happens within this unit,

otherwise.

- Otherwise what?

- And your request for a pay rise,

I think the timing might be a little out, don't you?

Thank you.

[city traffic rumbling quietly]

- Fancy pants.

- Yes, yes.

You alright?

- You taking me here?

- Hey!

Listen. - Hm-mm.

- I've got to go, it's a work thing.

- But it's our anniversary and--

- I know, I know, and if I'm honest,

I don't know when I'm gonna be back.

Baby.

[sighing]

Look, I got you something.

You like it?

- It's nice,

thanks. - Gimme a kiss.

- But you know it's you that I want.

- Come on.

- [Tim] One of the phones we found at Yustmanov's place

had one number in it, it's more than likely a burner,

but it was phoned several times

on the morning of Brandon's shooting.

- Alright, ping it to me, I'll put a block on my ID

and call it when I get to the wake.

- Happening now, mate. - Great.

Oh, and boys,

you done well.

- Result.

- Ah mate, come here. - What you doing?

- Well, I thought you were going for the hug.

- I was going for a chip, mate.

Don't do that again.

- [Aaron] You alright, bro?

- Yeah, cool.

- Arjana?

- My wife, this job,

I love them both.

[phone alerting]

- Alright, let's do this.

That's a lot of Greeks, man. - Hm.

- You think we'll stand out?

- What's wrong with you?

What you saying, you ready?

- Yeah, man.

[quiet background chattering]

- Trainers?

- [Aaron] Yeah, man, it's a fashion statement.

- [Ron] Bruv, it's a wake.

- [Aaron] I didn't like him.

[traditional Greek music]

[background chattering]

- Oh!

Hi there.

- It's alright, yeah, yeah.

- Hey, look, Elena Markides and Patrick Straker.

- [Ron] Yeah, I see.

- I'm gonna try that number now.

- Yeah, go on.

[phone ringing]

Mikey.

- One second, brother.

Hello?

[light haunting music]

- He's killed his own guy.

- Fucking snake, bruv.

[traditional Greek music]

- You'd have thought he was Alex's son,

the way he treated him, it was Brandon this, Brandon that,

he'd have had him all to himself if he'd had his way.

- Yeah, I only met him a few times,

but I heard he was a good guy.

- He was, he'll be missed, although he wasn't blood.

- Better not be chatting up my Mum, rude boy,

she likes a young 'un. - Come on, come on.

- Mikey, stop it.

- He's my boy, this one. - Yeah, I know.

- Here you are.

Let's give Brandon a good send off, eh?

- You boys.

[glass clinking]

- I'm a little nervous,

because I don't want to embarrass myself

in front of you all,

but I wanted to share this with you.

It's the last communication I had with Brandon,

it says,

"Dear Alex,

"I am so looking forward

"to our holidays in Cyprus this summer.

"You will never know how it feels

"to be welcomed by your family and particularly you.

"I am blessed to be known

"as a member of the Markides family."

And then he was gone.

But,

we're still here, eh?

We're still standing,

we're still strong, we're still unshakable,

we are still unbreachable, we are still,

we are still family.

[cheering]

[traditional Greek music]

[speaking in Greek]

[background chattering]

- We know what we're dealing with.

- I hope for your sake, you do.

[melodic upbeat music]

[sirens wailing]

[tyres screeching]

[gun firing] - Ah!

[gun firing]

- The bitch should be halfway

on her way to Amsterdam by now.

- Amsterdam?

[melodic upbeat music]