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- ASTIN: It's just money.
- It's never just money.

ASH: Every fiver's got
a victim's name on it.

Ash, you cannot keep taking these risks
any more. You can't do it.

When was the last time
we actually hurt anybody?

ASH: I'm not hanging
an innocent man out to dry.

This is what you've signed up for!

Kim, what's going on?

What if we could get the money back?

I've got 100 grand. Now what?

TOMMY: This is how you follow the money.

DOCKER:
It's back where it started, plus 25K.

TOMMY: There you go. It's talking.

Yes! We're deeper into this crew,

- and nobody got hurt.
- CARTWRIGHT: This time.

- I need more product, Xav.
- What?

The 5-0 just crashed the meet.
They cleaned us dry.

The filth again? Who did you tell?

Nobody, honest.

Right, someone is grassing us up.
We need to find out who.

Look in the mirror, sunshine!

(CHUCKLES)

Got these charlies on the run!

Oh, you made it.

Course I did. You ready?

(CHUCKLES)

Listen.

You go back in there
and you get your little girl back.

All right?

- Come on.
- Never had to do this before.

Well, I've never had to be
a character witness before.

just heard, another kilo taken out
after a tip-off from us.

All well and good, but when's it going to
get us higher up the ladder on this crew?

Well, the street boys
are getting edgy, you can tell.

They're short of gear.

But they're holding the line.
They're not giving much away.

Then we need a break.

Thanks for saying
them things about me, Ash.

When I said I'd been clean for two years,
they knew it was true.

- You did great.
- You reckon?

Can't believe they make you wait.

It's only a few days.

You sure a fleapit like this is the kind
of place you should be working at?

It's job number three.

I can afford to pack this one in if...

(TRAIN RUMBLES)

I don 't want 'em to see me
dressed like this.

There's a place round the corner
where I can get changed.

- All right.
- Thanks.

- You take care.
- I will.

Yeah. Yeah, he's just flown in
this morning.

Uh-huh. All right, I'll see what I can do.

OK. He's gonna give us
some big money.

(DIALLING TONE)

- TOMMY: All right, Ash?
- Tommy?

(CLEARS THROAT) Remember
that bloke we nicked a few years back?

Heroin pusher. Er...Russ?

- You mean “Razor” Russ?
- No, no, no. The other one.

Oh, Russ, "The Bus" Russ?

That's the feller.

Well, I just saw our little sunshine burn
a phone, and he didn't even recycle it.

- Oh, disgusting.
- I know. Naughty.

Now he's talking on a new one.

Love to know why he's being so careful.

Yeah, well, convicted drug dealer.
Get a number, we'll be straight on him.

ASH: I'll see what I can do.

You still here?

No problem.

Do us a little favour?

Can you help?
Ring my phone for me.

Hope I haven't bloody lost it.

What's your number?

07900700537.

(PHONE RINGS)

Dozy cow. Sorry. Thank you.

- Tommy? I got that number.
- (TEXT ALERT)

Something's going down if he's burning
phones. I 'm sticking with him.

- (KEYPAD BEEPS)
- (DIALLING TONE)

(PHONE VIBRATES)

(SIGHS)

Yeah?

ASH: Good morning, princess.
Listen, I need your help with something.

Yeah, all right. Give me ten.

I like it. Tommy's chasing up Martin.

(PHONE RINGS)

Tommy. What?

We need you, mate. Ash has got something.

OK, I'll be there in a moment.

(CHUCKLES)

# Ain't shady, baby

# I'm hot like the prodigal son

# Pick a petal, eeny meeny miny m0

# And flower, you're the chosen one

# Well, your left hand 's free

# And your right's in grip

# With another left hand

# Watch his right hand slip

# Towards his gun

# Oh, no

# Well, my left hand's free

# Oh, no! #

Here we go.

- How long was he in there?
- Half an hour or less.

He weren't in there for a Zumba class.

Look, I'm just saying you need what
he's got, if it's true what I'm hearing.

- ASH: Who 3 he talking to?
- Heard you 'd had a few setbacks.

Heard you were short of weight.

I've been talking to someone who can
sell you a serious amount of gear.

- Are you sure?
- He's gold-plated, trust me.

- Are you getting it?
- TOMMY: Oh, yeah.

- Who's he talking to?
- That's the bit you're going to love.

TOMMY: It's our old friend Xav.

All right.

I'll pass it on. You set it up your end.

You wanted a break?
Ash just worked us a lead.

I've been talking to someone who
can sell you a serious amount of gear.

- Are you sure?
- He's gold-plated, trust me.

All right. I'll pass it on.
You set it up your end.

So, are we following Russ?

No, no, no, no.

We want whoever he was meeting inside.

Serious player.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

(PHONE RINGS)

Um. . . sorry.

- (PHONE BEEPS)
- Ollie? Babes!

- Miss me?
- MANDY: Yeah.

Mandy!

I've got to go.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Sorry. It's my boyfriend.

Hi.

- Who's taking flowers?
- I think it's Will.

(SHE CHUCKLES)

Yeah.

I hope you enjoyed your visit.

Your jacuzzi is too hot,
and your sauna is too cold.

A ye-a ye.
Walking pint of Guinness at fen o 'clock.

MARTIN: He's scoping the ground.

Oh, I like you.

ASH: I think we've got him.

CARTWRIGHT:
Don't let him out of your sight.

We need to know everything about him.

- MARTIN: Kim? Do you see him?
- KIM: Copy that.

- Kim, you take the lead.
- I'm on it.

TOMMY: OK, guys. Confirm your positions.

Madrid. I 'm eight-two, standing off.

KIM: From Kilo. My six-eight confirmed.

MARTIN: Five-five.
Target's heading north.

- Good. Keep me updated.
- MARTIN: I have a plate.

Lima, Victor, 1-4.

- MARTIN: Zulu, Zulu, Charlie.
CHARLIE: Copy that. Sadie?

Can you get a trace on that
as quick as possible?

KIM: This is Kilo.
I have visual on target.

- Madrid, are you with me?
- ASH: I'm here.

TOMMY: Ash, got a trace on that plate.

It's an executive car hired
this morning from London Airport.

KIM: He's gone hard left.

He's looking for tails.
There's no way I can go with him.

ASH: We can't lose him now.

Tommy, tell me what to do.
Come on. You're my eyes here.

Er...go next left. He's got to be
looping round the other way.

ASH: I 'm on it.

Move, move, move, move, move!

- (HORN BLARES)
- TOMMY: Quick right.

I'm heading into a car park here.

Er...go next left. There should be
a service exit straight ahead of you.

Through there and you're back
on him in a couple of turns.

Right at the end.

ASH: Gotcha!

(HORN BLARES)

- No!
- (HORNS BLARE)

40 years in the scaffolding game,
and I'll tell you what it's taught me.

It's that people see
the tubes and the boards,

they see the structure, but they
don't see what keeps it all together.

(CLAMP CLICKS)

Es todo sobre...

el clampo, Kenny.

It's all about the clamp.

You gotta trust these little beauties
to keep everything up.

Trust.

You come and work for me,
you have mine.

- I expect yours.
- Of course, Mr Roach.

But if you break that trust...
I've got a few other uses for these.

- Straight to it.
- I'll jump onto it, Mr Roach.

So?

The law's on a lucky streak.

No such thing as luck.
You'd know that if you played golf.

This is exactly why we need to be
taking control of our own importation.

Fine. In the meantime, what?

We're low in product.
We could lose real estate to other crews.

What good 's your own shipment
if you got nowhere to sell it?

- So, who is this bloke?
- Russ knows him.

He reckons the bloke's gold-plated.

Reckons he's good for 20-plus.
Tide us over.

Make sure no-one
moves in on our patch.

Set it up, but I want to know his terms.

DOCKER: OK. El clampo?

Is that really the word for "clamp"?

Dunno. But I won't be talking about
clamps where I'm going.

(CLAMP CLATTERS)

(TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT)

You all right? Alison, is it?

How about something
a tad more exciting than sudoku?

I 'm looking for some information.

- GEMMILL: Sorry, who's this guy?
- Yeah, it's...

...Eric Olaf Forsberg,
Norwegian, born 12/7/'79.

- And you want me to...
- I don't know. Interpol?

- Interpol?
- Yeah, that is a real thing, isn't it?

Listen, Ash, I don't know.

Come on. Our tips are working
all right for you, aren't they?

Yeah, maybe too much.

Listen, it...it's not a good time.

Morning, sir.

(TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT)

ASH: So, what's he like,
then, this Forsberg?

- Good customer?
- Total tosser.

Only ever wants black saloons.

Up to no good, is he?

The next time he's coming through,
give us a quiet call?

Er...we were told on the training course
not to divulge information to the law.

Not without a warrant.

Is that right?

Got to pick a side, don't you?

Yeah. You do.

I want it made clear

that any member of this force
who acted on a piece of intelligence

that was improperly obtained,

it could blow right up in their face!

You'd think Barren Street
had never bloody happened!

Barren Street?

(WHISPERS) Prick.

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

Ash? It's me.

That name you wanted running,
what was it again?

(SIREN WAILS)

He must have garaged the car. We've
covered the whole area. No sign of him.

Ah.

Er...right, you two call it a day now,
yeah? All right. Night-night.

Night.

Yeah, all right. What does that even mean?
Another level?

I mean, I'm not going to start
holding your hand at work,

if that's what you're talking about.

All I'm saying is that
we shouldn't treat it like a secret.

- It's been three weeks.
- I know.

It's not a sign of weakness
to show...feelings.

Oh, Martin.

Christ's sake!

It's going OK, is it?

- Yeah, he's doing great.
- Yeah.

It's just taking a bit of time,
ain't it, Tommy?

Yeah, my...my physio,
she's given me these new exercises.

She, yeah? Move to that, bruv.

- Oh, stop it.
- Get in there, bruv.

- She's 50, you tosser.
- So?

Don't listen to him, Tommy. He's all talk.

No, I'm not.

Yes, you are! When we were at school...

- Did you hear that school closed down?
- Don't change the subject.

- He's changing the subject.
- I 'm not changing the subject.

- I'm just...I 'm involved in the subject.
- He's changing the subject.

Cos when we were at school
I knew you fancied me.

- He wouldn't dare look me in the eye.
- Oh, yeah? Now we're coming to it, eh?

It's true. I had to make sure I put myself
in the right place at the right time.

Somewhere I knew he was going to be

- and he wasn't going to get away.
- Where was that?

- Detention.
- Hey, hey. You're a grass.

You're a squealer, you are.

Yeah? Well, all the girls love a bad boy,
didn't you know?

(PHONE RINGS)

(PHONE BEEPS)

Talk to me.

GEMMILL: So, this Scandawegian of yours.

Yeah?

Gave a false address, for a start,
and turns out he's of interest.

Pains me to admit it, but I'm intrigued.

This guy would be quite a prize.

- Ping me the report?
- GEMMILL: Yeah, OK.

Oh, there's something you'll like.
He's got a nickname.

The Viking.

And this new office,
it's all right, is it?

Yeah, yeah.

It's just you know what Ash is like.
He don't tell me anything.

- Well, that's him, innit?
- (DOOR SHUTS)

- He wouldn't want you to...
- Worry? Yeah.

Er...so, listen, um...Tommy asked
if I wanted to go down the pub

and watch the match
on the big screen, so, um...

Right. Yeah?

Yeah, yeah. I...yeah,
it's a...a really big screen.

(LAUGHS)

No. I meant, it was your idea, was it?

I...

Oh. Oh, well, if it's Tommy's idea.

- See you later.
- Have fun. Goodbye.

We won't be long.

We're going to need some help
finding this Forsberg.

Who from?

Someone who'll do anything
for a free kebab.

Ha-ha!

ASH: He's nicknamed the Viking.

TOMMY: Val reckons he could've garaged
the car somewhere around here.

Come on, then, Smoke.

We're talking about a specialist.
Very smart.

Sounds like you admire him.

You know what I think about drugs.
Give honest villains a bad name.

Smoke. The Viking?

He works alone, with only a few people
in the know. Needs a low profile.

All right, nothing too flash.
We're looking for a semidetached.

- TOMMY: He '1! have someone in there-
- Mm-hm.

- A girl.
- ASH: Yeah.

And everything will be
in her name, no doubt.

- There'll be a garage for his motor.
- He uses hire cars.

Then she'll have her own car
so she fits in.

But he'll still want to put his away
when he gets here so...

That's right.

Le garage doublé.

Ollie! (GIGGLES)

- How are you?
- I'm good. How are you?

- You look gorgeous.
- (GIGGLES)

(BIRDSONG)

So, how much longer?

Well, if we're right about the garages,
plural, it's got to be one of two streets.

So, in or out,
he'll have to come this way.

- So, what now?
- We continue to wait.

- Yeah, what about me?
- This is fun.

- We're on the move.
- TOMMY: Are we?

- Why?
- That's him.

Look at that.

Bloody hell.

- Well done, eh?
- Good work.

- SMOKE: Garage doublé.
- (LAUGHS)

ASH: You're a good-luck charm,
you are, Smoke.

What have you done?

I tidied up.

Why did you do that? Huh?

- Hey! All right!
- What did I tell you? Huh?

Don't touch my stuff!

- I'm sorry.
- just don't touch my stuff!

All right, I 'm sorry.

(SHE SOBS)

(SHE CRIES OUT)

(COCKS GUN)

So, the property's rented in the name
of Mandy Corrigan, 25 years old.

No convictions.
She's the nail technician at a hair salon.

Yeah, she ain't paying for it herself.

We reckon this Viking character
has access to an import route.

So, he finds customers looking
for proper weight. Like our crew.

But this is a departure for them. I mean,
they'd be paying this guy top dollar.

They're moving quick, cos they're short.

Yep, and we can take the credit for that.

The next step?

TOMMY: We've lost Russ.
He's changed phones again.

Eyes around the clock on Viking.
Tap on the totty's phone.

Any evidence she's involved?

Well, I mean, she's got to know.

Your Viking is fair game,

but I 'm not authorising an intercept
on a citizen with no known previous.

So, no taps on this guy at all?

We can wire his car.

As long as we get him in the right vehicle
next time he 's here.

All right. Until then, we do it
the old-fashioned way, starting from now.

Great.

(BIRDSONG)

Here we go.

Hm.

(STARTS ENGINE)

ASH: This is Madrid.
Target and female are mobile.

- You got tabs on them?
- Yep.

Nice drive in the court try.
Could be a meet.

Thank you.

(LOW CHATTER)

Here we are.

Thanks.

- Enjoy your meal.
- Cheers.

TOMMY: Berlin, this is control.

- Do you have position?
- In position.

So, er...what are you boys
having for lunch?

Go on, then. Cheers.

He's flying in twice a week.
He's got his nice cars.

He's living a fancy lifestyle.

Come on. What, you think she doesn't
know what's paying for all of this?

Mm, it's easier not to ask.

Some men like it that way.

I don't know, maybe she loves him.

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, but you're right.

Any woman's got to be curious.

Ooh, that's nice. Try it.

No, thank you.

Your wife want to know what you get up to?

She knows the score.

I mean, full-time surveillance
and family life?

- It's not a good fit.
- Nah, we're strong.

Besides, what else am I going to do?
Shack up with someone from work?

Uh-uh.

That way madness lies.

KIM: They're leaving.

Thank you.

Waitress.

(LOW CHATTER)

Yeah.

- Thank you.
- We're on.

Good.

RUSS: Tonight, my place.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Viking went in the back.

The back.

Don't know about you, but I always carry
a briefcase into a dubstep night(!)

(PHONE RINGS)

Ash. We just had a sweep on
those tagged notes. They've moved.

Moved where?

VALERIE: You're looking at them.

Oh, yeah?

Pounds? Come on.

Full payment in euros on delivery.

If we're buying.

You know somebody else
who can give it to you so quick? Huh?

- My operation is massively foolproof.
- (SCOFFS)

Cocky.

National trait, is it?

It's good.

(SOFT mun)

The balance in euros.

I'll be in touch.

All right. You get your hands on
this 25 kilos, and then you deal with him.

- Deal with him?
- I'm not paying that price.

Anyway, once we start
bringing in our own supplies,

Viking's going to be our competition.

I want his gear
and then I want him out of business.

For good.

MARTIN: Briefcase goes in.
Nothing comes out.

A sample? Who for?

Over 1,000 people piled
out of that place last night.

- We had no chance.
- Ash.

I thought you said you knew
someone who worked there?

CARTWRIGHT: What about the money?

TOMMY: Tracking says it's been broken up.

Probably went through
some bureaux de change.

The risk didn't pay off.

Which is why we need to be
still up on the girlfriend.

I've told you. She's out of play.

I 'm not risking an accusation
of collateral intrusion

on a member of the public.

She's not an MOP. She's an accomplice.

Everything we do is being scrutinised.

By Who?

Not your concern.

Well, it feels like my concern,
if you're running scared of some...suit.

You know, I didn't realise
we were playing it so safe.

Oh, come on, Valerie.

We make any mistake, he'll be all over us,

and you know exactly
who I'm talking about.

OK, all right, listen. I...

(SIGHS) I think I can
get in on this girlfriend.

- How close?
- Ooh...

...very.

(TRAIN RUMBLES)

STACEY: No, I ain't seen this one.

You didn 't see no-one leave
with that case today?

- (DISTANT SIREN WAILS)
- No.

ASH: Well, if you see it, let me know.
All right?

Listen. You, fly straight, all right?

I'm gonna see you
for the result of the hearing.

- (PHONE RINGS)
- Hold on. Yeah?

- Thought you'd like to know.
- ASI-l: Give me a sec.

Martin's going to give you a lift home.

ALISON: This Forsberg of yours.

- My boss, she's a stuck-up bitch.
- (CHUCKLES)

She thinks she's all that,

just cos her husband,
who is a total shagger, by the way,

has got a box at Chelsea.

I'm packing this place in.
Don't need this job no more.

No?

- No, I got my feller, don't I?
- Oh, yeah? What does he do?

He's got his own business.

Travels a lot. But when he's here,
nothing's too good for me.

- Sounds great.
- He's unbelievable.

The bond between manicurist and client
is one of the strongest forces in nature.

She told me things about the Viking

100 years of interrogation
wouldn't have got us.

Like what?

Well, er...he, er...he waxes his, um...

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Thank you.
- (OTHERS CHUCKLE)

What does he tell her he does?

Says he's in import/export,

and, more to the point, he and the lovely
Mandy are jetting off for a weekend away.

- Where?
- Mykonos.

- How do you know that?
- How you mean? Got my own sources.

He's going to be renting a new car
when he gets back.

That will be our chance to wire his motor,
wipe that smile off his face.

And his lady friend.

Ah, rushing to judgment, Ash?
She might not know.

That's cos she's not asking.
That's as bad as knowing.

(VALERIE 516145)

(BIRDSONG)

There they go, off on their hols.

When you think about her life...

I mean, compared with someone like Stacey.

7' ch.

No, they've got one thing in common.

What he's peddling, hard drugs.

When I dropped her home...

I mean, she told me the story.

How you met.

What you did for her.

just wondering why RoboCop would choose
to help one addict over all the others.

(SIGHS) No, no.

She was close to the brink.
Needed hauling back.

Reminded me of someone.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Kim, look. Please. Please.

Look, last time I came to your work,
I was out of order.

Yeah, you can say that again.

OK.

Look, I 'm sorry.

Really. It's just...

(SIGHS) I need a little help. OK?

Why didn't you tell me?

(SCOFFS)

What, I was living beyond my means?

It's quite something,
having your credit card cut in half

by a 12-year-old manager at Tesco.

So, I took it to work, didn't I?

Unburdened myself on a granny-mugger
down on the Lea Green.

I get suspended.

I can't even cover the rent.

Landlord locks me out.

Can '2' even get my stuff till I've paid him
so I'm technically...

What? You're joking?

I got nowhere.

When I thought about who to go to...

...I knew at least you'd listen.

How long do you need?

Thank you.

- Ash, I'm going to get my baby back!
- Oh, come here!

(BOTH LAUGH)

- Thank you, thank you.
- That's amazing.

Oh, I'm going to quit
that shit-hole club today.

Yeah, you should.

I'm going to pick up my wages. That'll be
enough for two tickets to The Lion King.

The stage play, yeah?
She loves lions! Did I tell you that?

Yeah, you've mentioned it once or twice.

Ash, I mean it. What you've done for me,
I'll never forget it.

- I'm going to pay you back, I promise.
- Come on.

Look, you just stay safe, all right?
Stace, I 'm sorry, I've got to go.

Yeah, yeah, course. Thanks.

(BOTH LAUGH)

I'm proud of you.

(MUFFLED TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT)

ALISON: Mr Forsberg's
coming through now.

TOMMY: Ash, target's in sight.

Copy that. Martin, how are you doing?

That's it.

Wired for sound. Good to go.

- Think she can handle it?
- Yeah, she knows what to do.

ASH: Keep it natural.
Don't make him nervous.

- Morning, sir.
- Do you have a car for me?

(HUMS TUNE)

(TAPS KEYBOARD)

Yep, everything's ready for you, sir.

I'll have your car brought round
to the collection point.

You have any other cars?

Oh, shit.

What?

Of course, sir. Would take a few
moments to arrange that for you.

What? Tommy, talk to me.

- TOMMY: He might be changing motors.
- No, he has to get in that car.

You have this one?

Um...

Yes, we do.

One model available.

In red.

Forget it.

Target's on the hook.

Wait here, OK?

(LOW CHATTER)

Here he comes.

- VIKING: So, er...
- He's talking.

...I 'm ready for you to make the delivery.

TOMMY:
He could be talking to his supplier.

You'll drop and I'll collect.

Yeah, the same.

The full 25 kilos.

I 'm making the arrangements.

25 kilos.

That's exactly the kind of amount
that could lead us to a bigger face.

Look, if the Viking's as slick
and as smart as we think,

we could blink and miss those drugs.

That's a street value of four million quid
we could help seize.

That is what we're here for.

Those drugs can take us
to the guy at the top.

MAN: Russ!

Russ, come over here!

All right, I 'm coming, man!

Bastard.

(STACEY SCREAMS)

(LOW CHATTER)

He's getting a coffee.

Selfie?

Come on, smile.

He's coming.

Right, he's getting back in his car.

- He carrying the paper?
- No.

Damn it. It had to be a handover.
We missed it.

He must have been leaving a message.

This is Kim.
We've had to give up our five-five.

- (an you keep ears on him?
- Yeah, got you, Kim. I'm listening.

Damn it!

(TYRES SCREECH)

Why are we stopping now?

just be a minute.

(MOANS)

She's a cleaner.

(WHIMPERS)

Someone tell you about me?

- (MOANS)
- No, she saw it and got greedy.

Once a junkie, always a junkie.
Isn't that right, love?

Don't think anyone's
gonna miss you, honey.

You should count yourself lucky.

This is totally the good stuff.

(STACEY BREATHES HARD)

All the way in?

(MOANS)

(CRIES our)

(GAGS)

(SOBS)

(PHONE BEEPS)

(TEXT ALERT)

(PHONE BEEPS)

(ENGINE REVS)

(TYRES SCREECH)

(CUP CLINKS)

- Hey, Val?
- Mm?

This kid here.

- Is he, um...
- (PHONE RINGS)

...is he famous, like a soap
or X Factor or something?

Don't know.
You're asking the wrong person.

Ash? You're needed.

(VENTILATOR WHIRS)

Loss of consciousness is due to acute
alcoholic poisoning.

There's a history of alcohol, drugs.

No.

She wouldn't,

not now.

Well, then, whoever did,
they left her for dead.

Is she going to...

(SHOUTING)

On the head! That's it!

That's it, push up a little bit! Push up.

That's really good, girl.
just get home! That's it!

Square it! Send it!

Well in, Kirsto! That's brilliant!
Well done, darling!

Ash, no.

Stay on side.

That's quality! Keep it going, love!
That's brilliant! Well done!

- (WHISTLE BLOWS)
- No way, ref! She took the ball!

Ref, are you even watching the same game?

Oi, oi. You need to shut up.

What's your problem?

- What?
- I said, what's your problem?

Come on, come on, come on.

Shut it! Yeah? You got it?

Shut your mouth!

Dad! Dad!

Just go.

Good right foot on her,
that granddaughter of mine.

Got that fullback skinned every time.

But, I mean, girls playing football?

(CHUCKLES) It's bollocks, isn't it?

World's a different place now.

This unit you've joined.

Did you come in here to take the piss?

No.

What I've heard about it, I'm jealous.

But Lama's not going to put up with it
like her mum did.

God knows, she's right not to.

You're going to keep working
these type of criminals,

you just can't bring it
home with you, son.

You want my advice? Whoever he is,

go and catch the bastard.

(LOW CHATTER)

Come on.

(BIRDSONG)

(BIRDSONG)

Who did you give the newspaper to?

Which one are you?

KIM: So, later on, you want to go out?

Yeah, maybe a movie or something.

Whatever.

We could talk about our feelings.

- Stop making fun of me.
- (CHUCKLES) I'm not.

Berlin. Girlfriend's leaving.

Looks like she's going to work.

If he's making a score...

...where are the drugs?

All he's done is shop,

shag!

go to his favourite restaurant.

Gotcha.

(SINGS TO HERSELF)

MARTIN: Tommy,
still no sign of the Viking.

Hi. Here you are.

You! What do you do for him?

- Who?
- Forsberg. The Viking.

Ah, jesus.

Ssh, ssh, ssh, shh, shh. Tell me.

I...I put a bag in his car! That's all!

That's all? What's in that bag
can get you in serious trouble, mate.

- Now, he passed you a message.
- No.

No? You're not listening to me.

- OK.
- Aah!

He gave you a message in the newspaper.

That's how he does it,
when his supplier's dropping it off.

Then when he's coming to collect.
No phones.

He drives here
and I put it in the car while he's eating.

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

He's got the drugs.

ASH: Boot of his car.

If we follow those drugs,
how high up our crew could they take us?

How much damage
could they do out on the street?

Hit him.

jesus Christ!

- Drive!
- What are you doing?!

Drive, you stupid bitch. Drive.

- Drugs are gone.
- No Viking.

And he's not here.
Must have switched the gear to her car.

Shit.

- (SOBS)
- Right at the next roundabout, OK?

Yeah.

ASH: Tommy, intercept
the girlfriend's phone.

- Got it.
- Tell them where.

I'm on my way.

Yeah, two minutes.

OK.

(GUN COCKS)

Get him close.

What did you bring her for,
you arrogant bastard?

(SCOFFS)

You, move.

(GUN COCKS)

Pay me, then I'm so done
with this crappy country.

- (TYRES SCREECH)
- (MANDY SCREAMS)

- (SCREAMS)
- Shit!

Back!

Back!

Oi!

(GUNSHOTS)

(SCREAMS)

- I told you to stay back!
- Put the gun down.

(GUN CLICKS)

Get in, get in.
You move away, or I'll shoot her.

- Get in, bitch! Back!
- I'm stepping away.

Come here!

(TANK CLANGS)

- Hey, you OK?
- Yeah, yeah.

Aah!

(GROANS)

For reference,

if you're going to poison someone
and dump them in a bin,

don 't make it my mate.

(GASPS)

(GROANS)

(RESPIRATOR WHIRS)

(MONITOR BEEPS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)

(SIREN BLARES)

- I didn't know.
- Yeah?

You keep telling yourself that.

Nice little haul.

Message from Commander Stannard.
He'll be here shortly.

He's asked that you remain here.

Thank you.

This...Stannard is your boss?

Yeah. Tricky customer.

Can't be as tricky as Cartwright.

- jack Cartwright?
- Yeah.

Barren Street.

Hm. You should go.

You've waded through
enough crap for one day.

I want it made clear.
I don't expect to have to wait.

just get me something I can use.

I need proof that they're withholding
evidence of criminal activity.

I'll be in touch soon.

Hey.

Don't wait up.

So what?

You're still going to tell me I need
to wait a bit longer for my money?

You know how much I need
behind me to make this work.

Squeeze every penny you can
out of the gear we've got left.

What else have we got?

This bloke with the pills.

Pills?

jesus.

Small outlay.

Big return, maybe.

All right.

This thing that went bad.

- Anyone see your face?
- No.

- No?
- No.

(ASH GRUNTS)

Yeah, that's close.

(SNIFFS)

There's something about him that just...

Gemmill, er...was telling me
about her boss, Stannard.

- You know him?
- I know him.

Yeah.

What's Barren Street?

Nothing that concerns you.

You're positive he didn't see you?

- Positive.
- CARTWRIGHT: Good.

Because if he had, there's every chance
he might be coming after you.

You wring everything you can get
out of those pills, and you do it quick.

We need to cash in now. We need
to stack 'em high, sell 'em cheap.

Last night, you sold a pill to this girl.
She's dead, by the way.

If the police are already involved,
let them deal with it.

There's a factory churning these things
out. Kids are taking these pills.

Somebody somewhere is
trying to put a name to a face.

Sounds a lot like your face.

I need to find him.

Help! Help!

So, you keep looking.

(BANG)

Don't move.

# Ain't shady, baby

# I'm hot like the prodigal son

# Pick a petal, eeny meeny miny m0

# And flower, you're the chosen one

# Well, your left hand 's free

# And your right's in grip

# With another left hand

# Watch his right hand slip

# Towards his gun

# Oh, no

# Well, my left hand's free

# Oh, no! #