Original subtitles

Today we are flying the flag in Mount Eden.

If you are not on a specific call,

I want you out patrolling the estate.

Anything of interest, you feed it back to me immediately okay?

Your district, has put a call out for volunteers,

to help out in response. It's only for a few days...

A hundred percent.

[ Grunting ]

I am just remembering your face, mate.

For the next time I see ya.

You're done, Dixie. Dead man walking!

Close your eyes. It's easier.

[ Gunshots ]

-One for the road? -No! Would you get away?

Yeah, the thing is, Shane,

right now, we've a murder on our patch.

And the one guy I thought I could rely on

is standing in front of me,

sweating buckets, stinking of drink.

Look, I won't let you down here.

Jen: We have a statement from a former officer

who was involved in this case.

They knew. My superiors. Of course they did.

They're gonna fight you on this. Every step of the way.

I think we should just take a beat.

Work wise. Everything-wise.

Okay.

I want to take over. The whole supply.

I've got good people around me.

Taxi business.

You pay that back double, in a month.

We're seizing this money under the Proceeds of Crime Act,

until such a time as you can provide an explanation for it.

Can I help you?

Can I have my money back?

Jonty: So, you're seriously telling me

that this £30,000 in cash

was charity fundraising for a new community centre?

Who donated?

Everybody.

I have a statement here, from the chairman.

Says exactly what the money was for.

And this just happened to be in the back of your taxi,

is that right?

Lee: My driver was on his way to the credit union.

[ Chuckles ] Aye, dead on.

I actually have another letter from the manager,

says she was expecting it.

We're gonna need to verify these

before we can give you your money back.

That looks pretty bad, doesn't it?

What does?

PSNI seizing money that belongs to the community.

Not exactly winning back hearts and minds.

Hearts and minds?

Maybe we could get you to make another wee speech?

I served in Afghanistan. Two tours.

Towards the end, they ordered us to burn their poppy fields.

The farmers pleading with us,

saying it was their only source of income.

Begging with us.

Saying that their children would starve if we did it.

We did it anyway.

There was one farmer, he said,

"Lad, for every field that burns,

you create one hundred new enemies."

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How about I take the money now,

and if you have any concerns about those statements,

you can get back to me?

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Helen: Who do you think's giving him orders?

Jonty: I don't think that boy takes orders from anyone.

-What now? -Canning: Leave that to me.

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[ Door beeps ]

-Officer: Morning, ma'am. -Morning.

Helen: Morning, ma'am.

Right.

Where are we on the Dixon murder?

DCI Damien Marshall, ma'am.

-I'm SIO. -Congratulations.

So...it's a bit of a slow burner, ma'am.

Some unidentified fibres found at the scene.

No forensics giving a link to a suspect.

-No witnesses. -Any leads from the community?

They're kind of not talking to me, ma'am.

This Lee Thompson character.

-Where does he fit in? -I'm working on it, ma'am.

So...you're a murder cop with no suspect.

You're a neighbourhood cop with no neighbourhood.

You're an intelligence cop with no intelligence.

And you're in charge of all this, is that right?

Yes, ma'am.

Wonderful.

Good to see the boss.

[ Pop song playing ]

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Annie: For fuck's sake.

What's wrong? Annie?

This.

Is that...

Me and Shane, yeah.

He must have shared it.

Shared it? What, on social media?

No, like on a WhatsApp group or something.

-It's doing the rounds. -Right, you have to report him.

-For that? -Yeah.

Nah. I'll deal with it.

Barney: Uniform to Seven Zero.

Domestic disturbance and Hanswell close. Over.

[ Siren wailing ]

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[ Slurping loudly ]

So, er, what's the deal with Annie Conlon?

-What do you mean? -Like...

blows a bit hot and cold, doesn't she?

Shane, she's a friend of mine.

Alright. Jesus. Just making conversation.

[ Mobile chimes, buzzes ]

Shane: Give us a minute, here, mate, will you?

What?

I need to make a call.

Mate, it's bucketing.

It's private.

Prick...

[ Line ringing ]

Sarge.

Canning: Are you sober today?

-Yes, Sarge. -Okay. Listen to me.

Looks like there might be a completely new player in town.

Guy by the name of Lee Thompson.

Shane: Right.

I need some intelligence confirming that.

-And I need it today. -Okay.

I'm gonna send you the details of a mid-level dealer.

Sandy McKnight.

You need to put the squeeze on him.

Get him to confirm Thompson's the new wholesaler.

-Put the squeeze on him? -Yeah. He lives with his ma.

She has a record for dealing

from back in the day. Do you get me?

Taking the gloves off here.

Right. Gloves off.

Canning: We need a result.

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-Mate, they're dealing. -Great. Get in the car.

-What? -Get in!

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We've just had a tasking from Canning.

-Intel work. -We don't do intel work, Shane.

We're -- We're response.

Listen, you just follow my lead today, alright?

We're taking the gloves off.

-What? -Just...

watch and learn, alright?

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Uniform from seven zero, that's arrival.

Barney: Received, seven zero, over.

Hello? Police? Anyone home? Is anybody hurt?

Annie: Hello? Police?!

Hello? Anyone home?

-Hello? -Show yourself!

[ Music playing ]

Hello? Anyone home?

Grace: Police!

Grace: Hello?

I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth.

-Jesus, what... -Oh, my God.

Hello. You alright?

It's okay. Is that your blood?

Aye.

-What're you doing? -It's a barbecue.

Well, I can see it's a barbecue.

You're barbecuing clothes.

Yep.

-Are they yours? -No. My wife's.

Where is she? Is she in the house?

Is she safe?

She's left me.

Do youse know somethin'?

Youse are very good lookin' girls.

Marilyn: Gary? Gary?

What in the name of God is going on here?

Aw, shite.

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What's your favourite gun?

Well, young man, that depends.

-On what? -On lots of things.

Did you ever kill anyone?

What do you mean?

When you were in the army with my Uncle Lee.

Oh. Aye.

That's mad. How many?

Davy.

Hamill: Tina shut everything off on me.

Told me you're the new man now. I'd like to stay here, Lee.

In Mount Eden.

My kids are here. Grandkids.

It's home. You know?

I won't cause you any trouble.

Lee: When I got back,

I went for a wee walk around the estate.

Couldn't believe it, Davy. Just couldn't get over it.

-What do you mean? -The dirt. The debts.

The drugs.

But sure, you're selling drugs!

I am, aye. Everywhere but here.

You and Dixon destroyed this place.

-Lee... -Oh, you had your chance.

You did what you did.

And that means you don't deserve to live here anymore.

Lee, please.

You came here and looked me in the eye.

I respect that.

But if I lay eyes on you again...

...you'll go the way Dixon went.

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Henry: Did my Uncle Lee ever kill anybody?

He's better at saving people.

Who did he save?

-Me. -Really? How?

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You can't save this place.

Nobody can.

Watch me.

Henry: What's happening?

What's happening, Henry,

is that all the bad people are leaving this place.

Because you told them to?

Yeah.

Grace: Uniform from seven zero.

Barney: Repeat seven zero, over.

Roger, Uniform, we have a male at this location.

We're just, er... we're just talking to his wife.

-Wait out for an update. -Thanks.

I'm so sorry about this.

I should never have left him last night.

I just went to my sister's.

I needed a break, you know? He's just...

Well, he's been...

He's been what?

On one of his binges.

Okay, erm...

I can see you've got children.

Kelly. She's away at university now.

Thanks be to God.

I'm sorry, I have to ask you this,

but, erm, has he ever hurt you?

God, no.

No, he's a good man. He'd never do that.

-He was a teacher? -He taught English.

He was good at it. Loved it too.

It took everything from him, you know.

The drink. Everything. I just, er...

I couldn't stop him.

What can you do?

-You could leave him. -What?

You don't have to stay with him.

-You could leave. -Annie.

What age are you?

-Sorry? -You don't have a clue, love.

Not a clue. How could ye? But some day you will.

[ Clattering ]

Aye! The stamp of nature, girls.

-The stamp of nature. -Sit down, love.

Right. Let's go.

Mate...

Police! Open up!

You alright?

Janette: What are you doing?!

-Where's Sandy? -I don't know! What's happening?

We just need to have a quick look around and then...

and then we'll be gone. -Then...quick look...

what...for what?

What do you think you're gonna find?

-Well, erm... -Where's your warrant?

-Don't need one. Stay with her. -Janette: You don't need one?

What are you talking about?

Look, do you maybe want to put the baby down

and we'll have a chat?

Yeah.

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-At's us nai. -Janette: This is unbelievable.

I want you both to get out!

-What is he looking for? -We'll be gone soon.

Janette: This is what you're doing?

You're just barging into people's houses?

Look what I found.

I've never seen that before in my life!

Doesn't matter. It's in this house.

Where is he?

Where's Sandy?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

[ Music playing ]

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[ Music volume increases ]

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Excuse me. Can I help you?

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[ Music stops ]

[ Grunting ]

-Constable Byrne? -Hmm.

How do you do?

Ma'am.

Okay. So, as you can see. Everyone's out on the ground.

Just give me a callsign, ma'am.

Ready to rock.

Not today. Grab a desk, log in,

and complete your online safety course.

Oh, I've done that already, ma'am.

-When? -Last year.

I like everyone in the section to refresh it every six months.

So now you get to do it again.

Ma'am.

Stevie: Central Custody, full as usual.

Sandra: This reminds me of queuing to get onto a ferry.

Stevie: The worst ferry in the world.

This is ridiculous.

Sleeping like a baby.

Do you think he'll remember what he did?

The state we picked him up in? Probably not.

How are you?

Me?

Yeah. You know.

Yeah. I suppose I do.

So you're still definitely going back to London?

Back to the Met or something?

Nah, I think I'm done upholding the rule of law.

I was thinking maybe... librarian.

[ Chuckles ]

Librarian. Right. Okay.

Let's hear your shush.

-My what? -Your shush.

Oh, my shush.

Okay. Y'know...

Ssshhhhhhhh. No talking!

Very impressive.

-How about you? -How'd you mean?

Well, I have two cons who work well together,

who enjoy working together,

asking to be separated on the rota.

Am I allowed to ask why?

It's complicated.

[ Music playing ]

Annie: I still think we should have arrested him.

-We've already arrested him! -What do you mean?

Me and Stevie, we booked him last year.

For drink driving. Not that he'll remember.

Annie: Oh, why did I say that, to his wife?

I just...

I just need to sort myself out, Grace, do you know that?

Like you.

-Like...like me? -Yeah, like you.

You think before you do things.

Like, I mean, you and Stevie, right?

Deciding not to do anything.

Because of work or being sensible.

I'm sorry...what?

Sorry.

Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned that.

Sorry to...

Do you really think that I've got everything sorted,

that I know...

I know exactly what I'm doing?

-Er, yeah. Yeah, I mean... -Annie, no, no.

My son has buggered off to England

because I didn't see how unhappy he was.

I had to sell my house because it wasn't secure anymore.

-And now I'm living with... -With me.

Grace: Yeah. Yeah, no offence. Stevie's barely talking to me.

Yeah, and last week...

Jesus Christ, last week, I almost shot someone.

So, does that sound sorted to you?

No.

I mean, it sounds bat shit frickin' crazy,

to be honest with you.

Grace: Yeah.

Everything I do these days goes wrong.

Oh, fuck it.

Where are we going?

Grace: Let's try and get one thing right.

Shall we?

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Shane, this isn't even admissible as evidence!

Yeah, I know that.

So, what are we doing with it then?

Leverage.

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You go to the front door.

Make a fuckin' racket. Give me that.

[ Knock on glass ] Police! Open up!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Tommy: Open up! Police!

What's the crack, lads?

Hey, what you doing? You can't break in here like that.

What you doing, mate?

Good man.

[ Knock on door ]

Tommy: Police! Open up!

Jesus.

Look, I'm not gonna be any trouble.

Fuck off.

Tommy: Hello? Open the door! It's the police!

Don't move!

Shane: Sorry, I couldn't find the key.

Ah.

They had a wee fall.

Voice from computer: You've asked the suspect to confirm their name and date

of birth in order to complete a background check.

The suspect refuses to comply

and becomes verbally aggressive.

Do you A, immediately arrest the suspect,

B, call for a back-up callsign,

C, warn the suspect that you intend to arrest them

if they do not comply...

Or option D, kick him in the balls.

-Constable? -Sir!

-Who are you? -Aisling Byrne, sir.

-Temporary transfer. -Inspector Johnston.

I thought I met the Inspector already.

Yeah, it's... well, it's complicated.

She make you do the safety course, aye?

Yeah.

Woman loves a safety course.

I have a couple of statements here.

You wouldn't mine verifying one for me?

It's from, er, the manager of a credit union.

You can do it over the phone.

I'm going to do the other one in person.

No bother.

What should I tell Inspector McNally?

You can tell her Inspector Johnston is very sorry,

but she still owes me a drink. By the way,

I'm pretty sure it's not option D.

Tommy: Alexander Gareth Kyle McKnight.

[ Whistles ] You know it's a proper record

when you have to scroll down it to get to the fuckin' end.

[ Chuckles ]

Right. I need to speak to Sandy alone.

That's no problem, mate. I can go.

Yeah. You can.

Chisel: I mean, where you at?

Let me go. Don't. Let me go. Ow!

You gotta be... Are you serious?

Shane: On you go.

Good man.

Chisel: Woah. Woah. Woah. Woah.

What have you shut the door for?

[ Pounding on door ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Shane: Ugh.

-You're fucked. -That's not even mine.

This isn't even my house. It's his.

This was in your house, bud. Under your bed, in fact.

-Not mine. -That's alright, then.

Let's just say it's your ma's.

I'm gonna go back, call it in and say it's your ma's.

She's going straight back to prison.

You know it's not hers.

Who's gonna look after your wee brother then?

You? Nah.

That wee fella's going straight into care.

You know what care is like?

-It's fucking, shit mate. -Okay. It's mine.

What do you want?

Constable, could you go and check the back door, please?

-See if I've broken it. -Check the back?

Yeah, go on and check the back there,

Tommy. Cheers mate.

Chisel: Come on, open the door!

You tell me where the gear comes from,

and I walk out of here like nothing ever happened.

You what?

I haven't seen anything, I haven't done anything.

Fuck it. Haven't even been here, mate.

I'll flush those bags down the toilet.

-They'll kill me. -Who?

Ah. Promise I won't tell.

Look, I don't have a name. They don't tell us their names.

You know who you're buying it from. Course you fuckin' do.

Alright. Right. Right. The Factory Faithful.

-That's not a name. -It's a nightclub.

What about it?

On Friday nights, every dealer in Belfast is there.

So?

You go in, leave your money upstairs,

walk out with the gear.

Look, I swear to God,

that's all I know.

I swear.

-Shane: How's that door? -It's broken.

Shane: Ah, you need to get that fixed.

Any other fucker could just walk in here.

Oh, and tell your ma I was asking for her.

What the hell was that?

That was taking the gloves off, mate.

For God's sake, Shane!

-What? -You can't do that!

We just got the first bit of valuable intel

that anyone has been able to turn up in months.

What would you rather do?

Go round and round on the hamster wheel?

Or actually make a bit of difference once in a while?

Oh, fuck's sake.

So, you've finally hit rock bottom, have you?

Getting there. I have a...

a statement here,

signed in your own hand saying the money

that we seized from Lee is legitimate fundraising.

Chairman of the Community Centre.

There's a wee, er... wee letterhead and everything.

It's very convincing.

See, I thought you'd be wise enough to know better.

Get out.

You're not gonna stand over this?

What's he threatening you with, Rab?

Only people threatening me recently have been your lot.

-Sorry? -I was stopped,

two of yours, wee Henry in the car.

Taken out. Humiliated. Wee lad was traumatised.

And now do you know what? He hates the peelers.

And I don't blame him.

So I'll tell you what, Inspector Johnston.

You take that statement and shove it up your bony wee hole.

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[ Doorbell rings ]

-I didn't call youse. -No. We know.

Look, Marilyn,

if we keep tolerating this,

then someday, somebody's gonna get seriously hurt.

Or he's gonna hurt himself.

Now every time this happens, he needs to face the consequences.

He's been arrested before.

It didn't change anything.

Well, then, we can keep arresting him

until one day maybe, it does.

If you give us a statement,

then we can arrest him on suspicion of criminal damage.

Okay. Yeah.

Okay.

Can I ask you a personal question?

As long as it's about cooking, dogs or music, yes.

It's about Sarah.

Would you have, erm...

Would you have been with her?

Like, I mean, would you have married her...

...if you had known that at some point...

you were gonna lose her?

Is it okay if we talk about something else?

Yeah. Sorry.

Aisling: Sir!

-Constable Byrne. -Hi.

I checked out that statement

from the credit union manager.

-Aye and it, er, stood up? -Yep.

Cheers.

Sir. See, when I talked to her, she seemed a bit of scared.

Scared?

Like she had to say it.

Okay. Thank you.

So, I did a bit more digging.

Right.

Sorry, it was better than doing that safety course again.

Yep.

You see, the taxi company that the money was found in,

they have to register all their drivers

with the Belfast carriage office.

For safety reasons. We've access to that system.

Right-oh.

So, I went into it and I found the names of all the drivers.

And then I ran them through NICHE and PNC.

And?

They're nearly all military veterans.

Some from here. Some from England, Scotland.

-It's weird. It's like... -Like what?

It's like a wee private army.

Craig: So, dealers pick the stuff up inside.

They come out the back door.

We'll be waiting here.

We take them where they need to go.

They pay us on arrival.

Keys.

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I don't like this.

What?

Using the same set up Dixie and Hamill used.

-I'd rather we used our own. -We will.

Soon.

[ Knock on door ]

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I need to talk to you.

Give me twenty minutes.

Now.

Davy Hamill's left the estate.

Yeah.

What are you doing?

Do you think you're a gangster?

Is that it?

-No. -Well, what then?

What are you, Lee? Tell me.

I'm someone who wants to change things.

Well, you're doing that, alright.

You're definitely delivering there.

You're gonna get us all killed.

[ Chuckles ]

No, I won't. No. I won't.

You wait and see, Mags.

Wait and see what I am going to do with this place.

Everything is going to be different.

It's gonna be better. It's gonna be cleaner.

-It's gonna be safer. -You're mad.

Sure, we're all mad in our own way, Mags.

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The stamp of nature. That's what it is.

-You know? -What's that, Gary?

"To the next abstinence, the next more easy.

For youse can almost change the stamp of nature."

"Hamlet". School play. I was Ophelia.

What does it mean, "stamp of nature"?

It means, changing who you are is really fecking difficult.

But worth a try.

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Finally. Un-fucking-believable.

Cheers.

Come on. Rise and shine.

-Where am I? What happened? -You don't remember?

You attacked a fourteen year old lad on his way to school.

You tried to steal his mobile phone.

You broke his jaw.

-No, I didn't. -Aye, you did.

Jesus. I am sorry. I am so sorry.

Yeah, well, sorry doesn't cut it.

Can you... Yeah. Thanks.

There you go. Sorry.

-Sandra. -Yeah?

-I would have. -You would have what?

Even if I knew what was going to happen to her,

I'd do it all again.

What about you, with Gerry?

Yeah. Same.

Wouldn't have missed a minute of it.

You don't have to do it, you know.

Do what? Get on that ferry.

Shhhhhhhhhhh.

No talking.

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[ Doorbell rings ]

Robin: You didn't even ring ahead.

I didn't want to use the phone.

Right. It's come to that, has it?

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Er, look, don't take this the wrong way, but I...

Don't take this the wrong way, but you don't quite believe me?

No, of course I believe you.

But it's about what a judge will believe.

Wait there.

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I took documents with me

when I left.

I could see the way the wind was blowing.

I thought I might need something to bargain with

if they ever come after me.

So that's...

That is agents. Handlers.

Operations.

All the dirty wee secrets.

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Robin: You can take notes.

But the documents stay here.

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Jonty: Wee bit more homework for you, if you're interested.

-Right. -Nice bunch of lads.

That's for tomorrow, by the way.

Aisling: Okay. Thanks.

Foster.

Alright, stranger?

Are you okay?

I, uh...

Yeah. Just a tough day.

Bit mad?

You still up for a drink?

Yeah.

You see, if you're going to send pictures of us

in bed to your mates,

you could have at least have picked a better one.

-No, hang on. I... -You're not even that good.

Bradley. Foster. With me.

Roy Canning. What a prick.

Right, who took all my food from the fridge?

Anyone? No? Oh, perfect.

Welcome to the section, by the way.

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Cal: Hey, it's Cal. Leave a message after the...

[ Answering machine beeps ]

Hi, Cal, it's just me again.

When you get a sec, will you just give me a call?

Alright.

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Officer: Hiyah, Grace, how's it going?

-Hiyah. Are you okay? -Officer: Aye. Not bad.

Not bad.

-Officer: See ya. -See ya.

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Man: [ Whistling ]

Brilliant work today.

Both of youse.

This is how we make a difference, Tommy.

Yeah? Change into your civvies.

Stick around.

-Hiyah. -Hey.

-How was your day? -You know. Same old, same old.

You?

Well you know, same old, same old.

-Good night. -Yeah. I'll see ya.

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Canning: I need you to authorise overtime

for two response officers tonight.

Bradley and Foster.

Why?

Look, I can't tell you.

Well, then, I won't authorise it.

Well, what, do you want me to go and speak to the Chief Super?

By all means.

You can explain the situation to her.

What's the, er...

view like from your little ivory tower?

Clear. How is it where you're sitting?

Thanks for your co-operation.

Helen: Any time.

You know, it's easy to sit there giving orders

behind your desk.

When it comes down to it,

I'm the one who's gonna make a difference out there.

Yeah. That's what I'm afraid of.

[ Music playing ]

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Why are you waiting for him? Come on.

Your shift's over. Let's just go.

He told me to wait.

Tommy! Mate! Wee word?

Sorry.

Look, something I need you to do.

What?

"Walk through" this night club?

What's a walk through?

It's exactly what it says on the tin.

Stroll in like you're on a night out.

Buy a drink, you have a dance, just observe who's in there.

Look, it's fine. I've cleared it.

Look, mate, this is important.

We work out what's going on in there

and we can start taking scalps.

Finally.

Right, good lad. Let's go.

What the fuck? You alright mate?

No, I... I don't think I am actually.

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Rogerty: So...

You were only asking me for about half the product

we were sending before.

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Well, do you wanna explain to me

how that works for me?

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Lee: Short term, you'll take a hit. In the long run, it works.

Why would I take any kind of hit?

It's the difference between tactics and strategy.

It's the difference between tactics and fuckin' strategy'?

Okay, what I think we should do

is turn down the supply for a while, let things settle,

and the peelers will get off our back.

That gives us time to look into new markets.

New markets?

Orders on encrypted messaging apps.

Coke, edibles, prescription stuff.

But all top quality.

Delivers in twenty minutes, 24/7.

With a big mark up.

Once things settle, we can start to move outside Belfast.

Every major town.

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Tina, is he a drug dealer...

...or is he a CEO?

Maybe he's both.

Are you, Lee?

[ Chuckles ]

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Three months.

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Tommy: Mount Eden Taxis. That's Lee Thompson's firm.

Canning: Yup. When you go in there,

keep an eye out for Thompson, anyone from Mount Eden.

Okay, let's go.

No, no, no. Wait, you stay.

This requires a more delicate touch.

No offence.

Off you go.

-Hiyah, you booked? -Craig: I'm booked.

What? I'm only going up the road.

I'm booked. They're all booked.

Girl: All these taxis are booked.

They're all fucking booked!

Girl: Dickhead!

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Aye. Off you go.

That's him in, now.

[ Knock on door ]

Come in.

Er, ma'am,

Tommy just left with Canning and Shane in an unmarked car.

He what?

What car are they in?

[ Music playing ]

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Erm, I'll have a beer please.

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Here! Get me another fucking drink!

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Canning: Here we go.

No prizes for guessing what's in the bags.

Shane: What the fuck?

That's one hell of a taxi service.

Write down those plates.

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I fuckin' told ya, didn't I?!

Hey?!

Fucking limp dick! You fucking limp prick!

Fucking yes!

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Something's kicking off in there.

Fuck.

I fucking told you, didn't I?!

Shit.

What are you doing?

We can't just leave him there!

I'm not gonna be exposed here.

[ Sirens wailing ]

Shit, shit, shit!

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Bollocks. That was Canning's car.

Check inside!

Upstairs. I dunno what happened.

Go!

Go, go, go!

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What's your take on what's going on our there?

It's chaos. Street crime, robberies, drug seizers,

overdoses. Take your pick.

Get the people out on the street. The worse it gets,

the better.

We have to prevent that at all costs.

Can I go now?

You can go when I say you can go.

-Are you okay? -No, not really.

Man: You had your chance. We're the future.

-We humiliated them. -It's called police work.

[ Sirens chirping ]

-We can't do that. -It's under control.

-Stand down. -Grace.

When it comes down to it, I'm the one who's gonna make

a difference out there.

That's what I'm afraid of.

What are you doing? You can't break in here like that.

-What are you doing, mate? -Good man.

You can't save this place.

[ Sirens wailing ]

Watch me.

Is that really a life you want to live?

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Well, that's what I thought, too ma'am.

[ Sirens chirping ]

-That was Canning's car. -Check inside!

Why didn't you do anything before now?

I don't trust any of you.

We had no help, no guidance, no law!

It needs to be out in the open! All of it!

Woman: We're policing an area that could explode

at any minute.

Get them out of there as soon as you can.

Hold the line!

They can't be up the road.

Stop!

-He could have been killed. -Scoffs.

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