Original subtitles

This continued violence is simply not acceptable and it will be stopped.

This is criminality, pure and simple.

And it has to be confronted and defeated.

As ever, police officers have shown incredible bravery on our streets in confronting these thugs.

[Pandemonium]

[Footstep approaching]

[Pandemonium]

[Swish sound]

[Thud]

[Applause]

Well done everyone. It's a good day's work.

[Applause]

Several months of planning paid off.

Yeah. Well done guys.

All right. Well don't just hang around.

We've got a lot to do if you're gonna meet this month's target. Thank you.

Damien.

Yes sir. Everything alrigth?

Everything's fine. I was speaking to um, Trevor recently.

He's been assigned to North London. He was talking about you.

Apparently. Uh, you know him.

Uh yes. Yes sir. He gave me my recommendation.

Well, I know we haven't had much time to talk since you joined us

and I know that you came on the force with a less than brilliant background,

shall we say?

And if I'm honest, I had some reservations myself

but since then I believe you've come up trumped.

If you work hard, keep your head down, you'll have a good life here.

That's why I intend to do sir.

Good. Good. I believe you had a little uh, bit of unpleasantness this morning.

It was nothing sir. Honestly.

Nothing. Don't make a habit of these. Nothings can cause a lot of uh,

rather unpleasant paperwork.

I understand that sir.

Mm.

Good. Have a beer.

Thank you.

Seriously, thanks for getting that toss drop the charges.

Bro, drop - dropping the charges, it's nothing. It's a minor.

You gotta stop fighting Kyle. That's the problem.

No. He's a fucking wank. He was asking for it.

Yeah. He might have been asking for it, but I can't keep doing this, you know it.

So just chill the fuck out.

Yeah, that referee was a right fucking plank.

We should have arrested him.

Eh, I forgot my car start, didn't I?

All stadium should have made a citizen's arrest. Eh?

Citizen's arrest is American man.

Fuck him.

Alright, watch where you are fucking going.

What?

What do you mean what? Come here.

Now, say sorry.

I'm sorry.

Say sorry.

I'm sorry.

Now, go fuck off.

Sorry looking cunt.

But don't worry boys, we will get the next one.

We'll get all of them.

Anyone would think you boys were playing at the next match.

Maybe if you were, they might win.

Ooh.

This must be getting serious if Damien's letting you insult the team.

And I haven't got a choice. Even I can see how crap they are.

And I dunno anything about football.

[Laughs]

[Glass clinks]

[Footstep approaching]

What do you think you're doing?

Hey,

what do you think you're doing?

Damien said it'd be all right.

Well it's not. I said it is not all right to take them.

Alright. Alright.

Get you on a date and ocassion that's worth.

Talk to Damien about it.

[Glass clinking]

I said it is not alright to take them.

And I said...

Damien said it was.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Just saying.

You are just a girlfriend.

No other... so you're always gonna be one of the last.

Here, have a beer. It's on me.

Go on. Take it.

Is Annie gonna fall to the floor and smash?

Good girl.

Still young.

Still got some growing up to do.

So they grow up outta football.

[Chuckles]

My husband's 57. I'm still hoping.

You all right?

Yeah.

Do you never get bored of it?

Nope.

Your mate with the tattoo has been right aggressive.

It's just Barry. Don't worry about it. You'll get used to it.

I'm serious. I was intimidated.

Intimidated? Mm.

I'll have a word with him.

Don't belong.

[Spray sound]

[Thud]

So the charges got dropped on Kyle?

Yep. Yeah.

He's a thug.

Yep.

Mate of yours, isn't he?

Yeah, I've gone drinking with him occasionally, so...

I'll tell you who the fuck he is.

[Paper rustling]

...

I dropped the charges 'cause I've nicked him a few times myself.

Yeah, but you don't go drinking with that one, do you?

You are talking outta your ass, mate.

You can try and hide it all you like.

Everyone around here knows what sort of lad you really are.

Can't wait to start arresting some of Damien's mates. Hey.

[Laughs]

.

[Thud]

Alright.

No nothing.

[Beeping tone]

Who's that?

Ah, new girl. Louise.

Cute. Huh?

She was what?

So look who drew the short straw today.

It was Tony who apparently still hasn't discovered the invention of deodorant.

Yeah.

I don't think I've drawn a short straw.

I think she has. She's with Ben.

[Chuckles]

What the fuck is in that sandwich?

This might as well sign forensic dragged outta Tim's.

[Birds chirping]

[Car revs off]

...

[Car revs off]

[Car door creaks]

[Loud music playing]

Turn the music down first.

[Loud music playing]

You are Damien, aren't you? Yeah, I know you.

I'm... Stevie.

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm on my way to the game. I don't wanna miss kickoff.

[Birds chirping]

Well, just this once.

You better make sure the Rovers win.

Yeah, sure they will. I'll let Steven know about this. Yeah.

Well, listen, you shut your mouth about Steve.

Or I'll shot you in for the MLT and this piece of shit. Now fuck off.

[Car engine starts]

[Door shots behind]

[Footstep sound]

You alright?

You alright?

Yeah.

Yeah.

You know just 'cause you've been here longer...

don't give you the right to get one over wrong, mate.

What do you mean?

That bullshit you was talking before.

I mean just taking your pills. Relax.

I was just joking.

[Locker clatters]

Does it looked like I find it fucking funny? It doesn't.

You keep your fucking standup routine to the weekends.

Okay?

You don't say a fucking word about my pills.

I've worked too hard at this job to let some middle class cunt fuck it up.

Do you understand me?

Oh, I was just...

Do you fucking understand me?

Yeah, yeah I understand.

[Footstep sound]

Damien.

[Noise from TV]

[Footstep sound]

[Moaning of pleasure]

Oh fuck.

You're fucking another girl. You told me this would never happen again.

Babe, it's the job.

Oh give you a...

Fucking with my head.

You scum. Is this your way of showing your mates how big you're?

And they're not even your mates, they just use you for favors.

But you're so sad you can't even see that.

Shut up! Who are you anyway? Go fuck up.

Goodbye Damien.

[Leaving footstep]

[Slams door shut]

[Inhales and exhales]

[Footstep approaching]

Shit.

That didn't go well.

Take that fucking T-shirt off and get outta my house.

You're a dick. You knew she was coming home.

Get the fuck out of my house.

[Leaving footstep]

[Inhales and exhales]

[Inhales and exhales]

Another school?

We are running out of them.

Why are you doing this to me? I dunno how much more I can take.

What do you want me to do?

[Hurried footstep]

I was the one that started it. So it's all my fault.

[Sigh]

We're both as bad as each other.

This is wrong. This is the second disturbance your neighbors have called us to.

The teachers have already started to notice Terry's behavior.

Now with fresh bruising.

He's already been out of school window this week.

We're taking the father away now.

Go check on the kid while Hilary finished his working on the mum.

I don't want this guy getting away with it in case she doesn't press charges.

[Knocks on door]

You alright?

Mm-Hmm.

He's gone now.

He'll be back.

Those bruises...

[Footstep sound]

You didn't get them from playing football, did you?

You police tell us kids we're not supposed to talk to strangers.

I think you look like a rat weirdo.

[Chuckles]

Do you like football?

Nah, I just put football posters everywhere because I like dolphins.

You are not much of a cop, are you?

I like football.

I suppose you're an Arsenal fan.

So you support Arsenal, do you?

Yeah. I've got a few Gooner mates.

So what about your dad? Did he support Arsenal?

No, my dad doesn't support anything.

Hmm.

Well, he's the one who sounds like a right dick, doesn't he?

[Laughs]

You remind me of me when I was your age.

I'm not a Pleb and I'm not gonna grow up to be a Pleb like you.

[Both chuckles]

[Clinking sound]

I can't make you talk. And to be honest, I'm not much of a listener.

But I ain't gonna lie to you.

It don't get much better out there.

If you find things get too much,

you learn to kick the ball a little bit harder.

[Loud thump]

[Clanking sound]

[Ringing tone]

[Footstep sound]

Listen, I'll tell you what, I'll take that in from.

Cheers.

[Leaving footstep]

That fucking time. Type of service to call out.

Consider yourself lucky. Her Majesty's service is too good for some people.

What you talking about? I've been here for five fucking hours

and I can't have a wife got you to drop the charges yet.

Not yet.

Well tell her to hurry up. I've gotta get home. Don't get to beat up her fucking self, is she?

Get me some salt, you fucking prick.

[Footstep sound]

[Door shut]

What are you doing?

[Footstep sound]

What are you doing? What are you playing at?

That's my fucking tea.

Ah, you cunt fool.

[Thumps and screams]

Listen to me, you little cunt.

Don't you think there's enough violence in the street with the kids without their fucking parents?

Can they vote?

[Thumps and screams]

Oh.

[Thump]

[Panting and groaning]

And you got home to go too.

Dad doesn't have smoking again.

You still living at home?

Yep.

Spell out with your boyfriend. Have you?

Maybe.

[Chuckles]

Haven't got my first fat paycheck yet, have I?

So you got...

No.

You?

No. No.

[Footstep sound]

So what was it like with Ben today?

It's alright.

Maybe tomorrow they'll put you on a beat with a real cop.

[Chuckles]

I look forward to that.

[Chuckles]

What's your name by the way?

Damien.

Like the horror film.

Yeah.

Much worse. Yeah.

Mm.

Doubt Ben very much. Do you?

Oh man. Look, I'm gonna say how he's kind of guy that geezers a knob.

[Chuckles]

Does he ever said anything about me?

What? What did he say about a guy who's up front as you are?

[Footstep sound]

If he fails, talks about himself the whole time.

[People yelling and arguing in a distance]

So much rage.

Where is it coming from?

Everywhere. So what made you want to be a policeman, woman?

You know, whatever.

I wasn't very good at being a man.

Oh... from the newbies. Alright.

Um, like the way London is, you sort it out.

Yeah.

Mm-Hmm?

You got a big ego. What you gonna sort it out yourself?

I just wanna arrest some scum.

You want to arrest some scum?

Yeah.

You sound like one of the old timers.

I thought you ladies were a bit more left field than that.

If my job were to go and listen. I'd go into care or social services.

Don't, don't have the patience for it.

Mm.

No. You sound about front yourself, don't you?

I gotta think slowly.

I tell you what, it's not all as clean cut as that.

What about you? Why'd you join?

Why do you wanna become a police man? Officer or whatever.

Vicinity of Mill Hurst Road car partners reported robbery in progress.

Okay, this is 361 receiving over. We're just around the corner.

[Footstep sound]

Hi.

[Suspenseful sound]

Get off me.

[Siren]

Yeah. What? That's it.

Get off me.

Come on.

You can't fucking do this.

Shut up. Get in there. Watch my hat.

[Slams boot]

What are you doing?

Let me out.

You can get yourself suspended.

Don't worry. There's plenty of air in there.

You being serious?

It'll give him some time to think about what he's done. Now get in.

Let me out.

Let me out. Let me out.

[Footstep sound]

Let me out. Let me out.

...

[Car door slams shut]

I'm telling you it doesn't work.

Look.

Yeah. How come the light's on then?

It's always like that but the doors don't open.

Well, let's walk it then.

It's 17 flights.

Yeah, of course it is, son. Come on.

It is.

[Door squeaks]

[Footsteps sound]

[Elevator alarm: Ding]

[Footsteps sound]

...

You wanna go back in a boot?

Shut up.

[Footsteps sound]

Fucking dick head.

Hi up.

I believe this belongs to you.

Get in here you little cunt. You can tell Ashley to turn that shit down

before I fucking throw him and the stereo over the fucking balcony.

Got the police here, ain't we? Thanks to your brother.

Now I'd offer you in, but you ain't fucking welcome.

You know your benefits can get affected now, don't you?

If you don't ensure your son goes to school.

Well, he's been, he's been expelled, aren't he? So...

Well, we got in touch with his school and he hasn't been.

Really? Well, that's what he's told me. So I can't keep up.

And they're expecting him tomorrow and in time.

Yeah, well they can expect all they fucking like. Yeah. I've got two older sons in there. Yeah.

Unemployed. There's no fucking work around here. Right. So just fucking cut it out. Right.

[Slams door shut]

Well. She seemed really nice.

Yeah. Get used to it.

[Footstep sound]

Can we go back there and arrest her instead?

And you were averse to me throwing him in the boot.

[Chuckles]

I know.

Should have... boot

[Chuckles]

It's something about you and this job. I just..

What do you mean?

Oh, loads of people join. Yeah. And they've all got their reasons.

You know, some of them want to be heroes.

Some just wanna nick a few bad guys, save the world, you know, whatever it is.

Mm-Hmm.

But with you, it's different.

There's something in your voice.

Is this some kind of like freaky way of check me up.

[Giggles]

No it's not. If I want to check you out, I would've stuckhold you in the back of the motor.

[Laughs]

Yeah. You're insane.

Yeah, I'm a policeman because I'm fucking insane.

And you, you never told me why you joined.

No.

I haven't ever.

[Footstep sound]

[Answering machine: Ding]

You have one new message.

Mr. Jones. This is Tom Jacobson.

I'm the prison warden from Tim Mead Prison.

Your father has been in another fight and is requesting you be notified.

He's stable enough for a visit but has received some quite heavy injuries.

Uh, you should come talk to him concerning his behavior

as this severely affects his probation scoring potential.

[Answering machine: Ding]

[Clattering sound]

[Sniffs]

[Scraping sound]

Moment... I thought you weren't gonna come son.

For a moment then so did I.

You know, the only way I could seem to get you in ease was by knocking someone.

You do realize that you're fucking up your parole. Yeah.

You gotta stop fighting.

I'll tell you what dear sir.

Got treat by the right and I still assault.

Oh yeah.

You wanna see somebody having me as they are in here?

[Scoff]

Even your mom's more attractive than them.

Mm.

I'm sure she's looking down and she's very happy about that.

Sure if she's looking down on me right now,

she'd be pissing on me of a great big fucking smile.

You know you didn't have to become a cropper just to get back at me now, did ya?

No.

It could've been a...

through his throat.

Time to go back Jason.

Wish I...

could have had a bit more time to go, couldn't we?

Yeah, well we know what the traffic's like.

I'm putting that fucking siren on.

You know my son's a cop. Didn't you?

Really?

Did he arrest you?

Nah. But he wish he had done.

[Door squeaks]

[Birds chirping]

[Slams car door]

Tell you what, I'm so sick of these kids.

Gimme a terrorist to a fuck anyday of the week.

[Chuckles]

Day's young.

Oh this is such a waste of time.

All this bullying stuff should be left at the schools, not us.

[Knocks on door]

Take the hat off.

...

Just take the hat off.

Like Damien blindly.

You've got to get him to talk and tell you who's doing it.

And it's getting worse

and school won't do anything.

Don't worry. We'll, uh, we'll coach you out of him.

He just supports the wrong team is what it is.

He just won't make it easier for himself to fit in.

If you don't tell us who's doing this to you Paul, we can't really help you.

I promise you, if you do tell us, it might make things a bit easier,

could be happening to other boys.

You'll only make it worse.

Could it get any worse?

Hey Paul, look. You know we deal with nasty people all the time.

We can help you, mate.

I've seen you at the stadium. You act just like the rest of them. You prick.

No mate. You know that's only adults messing about.

You know after work I'm a police officer. You know I can help you.

It's not about football anyway. Is it mate?

You tell that to them and they're beating me up.

[Leaving footstep]

[Leaving footstep]

She's uh, she's a lot better at this kind of stuff than I am.

Have you got a light? Not been able to find mine all morning?

Yeah of course.

Listen, it's probably best if Paul doesn't wear that shirt when he's around football fans.

Fans.

Is that what you call them?

Other than his school uniform he only wears is that goddamn football shirt.

His father's a supporter.

Yeah. Where is he?

Afghanistan. He's a higher ranking officer out there.

Got a lot resting on him, apparently.

Protecting the country while his son's not even being protected at school.

It'd be a joke if it was funny.

Alright, well you know, I'm sure he is doing his best.

I remember my mum used to complain about the youth in her day.

Wonder what she'd make of it now.

I plan to move us outta London.

It just gets more and more depressing every day.

And sometimes I think what would it matter if the thugs just came in

and tore the place apart?

Let them...

just claim it back off the insurance.

[Birds chirping]

So did you get anything from him?

[Door shut]

No. Sadly this little shit will continue to get away with it.

Something we can do about it.

So a bit of a football hooligan at the weekends.

Hey.

There's some rumors flying around at the station. That's all.

What rumors are they then?

Just a bit of the jet, the lad outside the force.

The kid was being over dramatic. You drive.

[Keys clinks]

Really.

[Chuckles]

It's about that drink? Eh?

What is the plan for Louise later?

Um, I don't think there is a plan and I don't think there's gonna be a drink.

What? I know.

Oh, next time. Next time. Yeah.

Maybe.

Alright.

Maybe if you're good.

[Laughs]

[Chair squeaks]

Hey look, you know that kid today, Paul?

Yeah.

Did you find out what school he went to?

I can tell you.

[Paper rustling]

Holland Park School.

Hey. Can you put me through to Holland Park School please? W 8.

[Opens car door]

[Car door shut]

[Sigh]

I saw the injuries on that kid. He had the shit kicked out of him.

Don't get football.

Turns most sane people into real nasty pieces of work.

You don't get it?

Nope. I don't.

This top men at the weekend just smashing out windows each other faces.

Brings out the worst in people if you ask me.

To be honest babe. I think you're talking a bit of bullshit there.

I think you're getting off on stereotypes.

I'm speaking from experience.

One of them stereotypes left my dad crippled.

Hmm.

How did that happened?

He was um, involved in a...

pub fight after a football match about four years ago.

Lost his livelihood.

What did he do?

Guess.

It's a cop won't he

called to the scene.

One of them got his arm railing and smashed it into his spinal cord.

He's uh, confined to a wheelchair now for the rest of his life.

Spread the family really.

Tore us apart really.

Financially, benefits and disability allowance is just shit.

To cut the long story short, I became a police officer.

Working for my sins, make him proud of me.

Anyway, sort of go and sacrifice ourselves, don't we?

A little bit things that matter and not really sure it does anymore.

You know, you really don't have to doubt on me baby. My legs are useless.

Not my hands or my brain.

It's not that. I just need you to be careful cooking.

Don't stop mine. I make you watch QVC or something.

[Smiles]

This is Natasha. Natasha, this is.

Hello. Have any of the policemen started hitting on you yet?

No.

A couple of the criminals have though, taking one out tomorrow.

You just have to be careful around them. You know.

I know what they like.

I can look out for myself.

[Listening to music]

[Crowd cheering]

...

Need a drink.

[Crowd cheering]

You okay?

Yeah. Good. Busy.

And fighting continues in Kabul as Rebel Forces killed three soldiers,

one of which is a high ranking officer who was due to return to the UK.

You come on.

That's what you get for snitching, you little wanka.

Yeah. Where's your copper mate now?

Yeah. He wants to suck your dick mate.

[Mocking laughs]

I'll tell you that. I'll be here when he comes.

He's fucking outta the country, ain't he?

He's a fudge fucking mate.

...Arab country.

[Mocking laughs]

[Whimpering]

[Crowd cheering]

The MOD commented that the latest wave of violence in the province

would only strengthen their resolve.

Do you want to be like your dad? Do you want to not go to school, be nothing?

[Loud thump]

How are you going to live? Tell me.

What can I do?

[Hurried footsteps]

[Breathing heavily]

I'm telling you, Ben thinks he's in Miami Vice, mate, every now and again.

Just have a little listen, you hit that American 12.

[Footstep sound]

Sarah.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Footstep sound]

Excuse me. You're wanted at the front desk.

Okay.

[Footstep sound]

Yes.

What's a sorry fella?

[Footstep sound]

And they're saying you try to make advances and when she told you back off

you assaulted her.

Just a little slap man. Mate, I didn't even smear her makeup at all.

Don't even know I put up with her mate. Right? Spoil sport.

Isn't a joke Kyle. You could be classed as a sexual offender.

Do you understand that?

What these birds wanna call me mate bothered, you'll sort out,

won't you mate? Get to drop the charges like you did with that other fella.

You can't get a girl to do anything.

That's why they hired you, mate. You're good.

They just used you for favor.

Want your brief go in here.

Ah, for fuck sakes.

Don't just leave me like this, I'm your fucking best mate.

We, if we don't stop winning, we're gonna...

What the fuck is your problem mate? Don't fucking barge at me.

Hey mate.

I've got work to do.

I shouldn't even be here.

[Indistinct chatter]

Fuck off.

What have I just fucking told you?

What the fuck is your problem man? Whose fucking side are you on, Damien?

That fuck is seriously man.

Back in the day we would've kicked their heads in.

Sober up.

Oh, for fuck sakes, Dam. That bitch is setting me up.

You fucking changed man.

Fucking hell.

[Gasps]

Damien. Oh, fuck up.

You know there's not gonna be enough against him.

[Indistinct chatter]

Girls...

[Indistinct chatter]

Through that laptop.

No.

Get your hands off me.

The... is happy to give us his lawyer's contact details.

He's a good one too.

Remember that guy who got Justin Bullock off a few months back?

Oh great.

What are they gonna do with me?

I don't know.

You have no say, no?

I'm afraid no.

Just like pimps and pros.

[Footstep sound]

You could say that.

[Siren]

I'm gonna try and get you a good citizen when we get back down the station, alright?

Hey, don't listen to a fucking word she says.

She's just a fucking whore.

Do you want me to take him down the station?

'Cause I've got knock off him again.

Thanks Damien.

So you're more of a driver than a cop then.

Let me guess a little bit about you.

You know, guys like you, pretty easy to read.

You, it's kind of a, it's a three race split, isn't it?

Surely your mum...

kid is all twinks, isn't it?

Yeah.

Is that what tickles your fancy? Is that what float your boat?

Why don't you shut the fuck up?

Where the fuck are you taking?

You know, you shouldn't have resisted arrest.

[Tires screeching]

[Footstep sound]

Get down.

What's this?

Get the fuck out of the car.

Fucking

Jesus.

Is this a new hit...

[Thump]

Fuck. Fuck. Yoo oh ah.

Fuck what are doing?

[Screaming]

[Knocks on door]

Oh fuck.

Oh, what's up mate?

...

Can we come in?

No, I'm fucking Shannon man.

I'll come one. That fell, fell, fell out, anyway.

[Laugh]

Just, just, just tell Mark it's not true that you are not gonna help Kyle.

Look, I've tried man. He's a fuck up mate. It can't be done.

Well, try fucking harder just because of Sarah.

You're selling us out for some shit kind of a bird.

Steve mate, listen, you are drunk. Okay? So I'm gonna let that one slide.

So I want you all go home, sober up 'cause I'm going in there.

I've got an early morning.

Ah, it's bad, wouldn't it? happen?

That you choose a force over your own mates.

You think you're too good for us now, didn't you?

You are just a dirty fucking copper.

[Spits]

See you in your uniform son.

[Bottle shattered]

[Breathing heavily]

[Door shuts]

You feeling all right now?

Yeah.

You sure?

Yeah

Yeah. Take it easy.

Alright.

Hey, here we are.

I just hit my first target.

Hit your first target, we should go celebrate.

Fuck off.

[Footstep sound]

So we're not gonna go and celebrate then.

Of course, we are. Not just with that fucking mug.

So where are you gonna take me?

Football?

What's wrong with football?

[Laugh]

Really?

Yeah, give it a go. Yeah. Lemme try and win you over.

Ah, I have to win my dad round first.

Yeah, look, don't worry about that. I'm fucking dynamite with the old inlaws.

[Laugh]

[Siren]

[Birds chirping]

So where are you two going then?

[Birds chirping]

The cinema.

It's a bit early for the cinema, isn't it?

Yeah. She didn't wanna see all those late night horror films, you know?

[Glass clinks]

Seen enough of that in the jail bit.

Yeah.

Which one?

[Clears throat]

Sorry? What?

Which film are you gonna see?

I don't know, mate. You know she picked it.

Right.

[Birds chirping]

Louis told me you uh, used to be on the force.

Did she?

[Birds chirping]

So what are the hooligans like on the streets these days?

Probably worse now than ever. But I don't know, I haven't been on the job long. So...

[Birds chirping]

Like that in my day.

[Birds chirping]

Now the things that armed and promote themselves on the internet, like celebrities.

Oh yeah.

Well we're working on it.

[Birds chirping]

Yeah. We all think we are.

Listen, um, Damien.

It's none of my business what you and my daughter get up to outside of work, but

at work...

please show me that you'll look after her.

Of course. You know you got my word on it.

Good luck.

[Birds chirping]

What?

Mm.

Yeah.

Be safe.

What?

Be safe.

Okay. Thanks to the cinema.

Mm-Hmm.

Thanks.

Um, listen, thanks for the tea. It was, it was lovely to meet you.

Yeah, you too.

Okay.

Are you gonna be warm enough?

Oh, shut up.

I catch your death.

[Laugh]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Footstep sound]

What's that?

What was that?

Oh, look who's back.

Oh no.

Well, we told you stay away, dick head.

Well, now get the ball.

Now, go get the fucking ball.

Someone's mom's doing you business tonight.

[Laughs]

Hey, you little prick, go get the fucking ball.

[Gunshot sound]

It's like you like being a footballer.

[Footstep sound]

Here's my report in the morning. PC Damien Jones.

Yeah.

Look forward to reading it.

Back on with Ben.

How are ya?

Yeah.

Oh, okay hell.

[Laugh]

Don't let him make you quit.

You make quite all right police officer.

Just an all right one.

Well, you know I ain't finish showing you the rope yet.

So, how do I compare to your footballing mates? Make quite a good wag, don't I?

Yeah. Well I'll give you my report in the morning.

Oh. There's quite a lot of paperwork involved in this job.

You fucking know it.

The kid finally snapped when his father died.

Well, typical army officer left a gun in the house for his wife

to protect herself when he was away.

Does Louise know?

Yes.

She was on it before you.

The media are going to go crazy.

It's probably going to be an intense inquiry.

Now, it's important to remain focused on what is important.

What is important?

That we agree.

Sorry, I don't understand.

Now, I don't want you and Louise to blame yourself for anything.

Make sure you don't speak to anyone about this. Understood?

Leave all the talking of this rather sensitive subject to me.

So what are we gonna do?

Louise? We cannot take the law into our own hands no matter what we feel.

Damien is a good police officer,

but he has baggage which somehow clouded his judgment.

London's on a knife edge. It only takes just, uh,

one incident to set off.

God knows what.

Yes sir.

It's a terrible situation.

Under difficult circumstances...

we did what we could.

[Footstep sound]

Wow.

Hey, Damien, don't blame yourself about this. We did the best we can do.

You have fucked up. Do you know that?

My son's gonna spend the rest of his life behind bars 'cause of you.

You may as well have put that fucking gun in his hand yourself.

Nothing to say. No?

Fucking talk to me.

You should calm down.

Get off. You owe me. Do you know that?

No.

You owe my son an explanation.

I hope you enjoy your last few days of being a policeman.

Now, fuck off me.

[Whimpering]

[Loud thump]

[Whimpering]

[Leaving footstep]

[Whimpering]

You do know this is the last time you're gonna see me, right? You do know that.

So if you've got something to say to me, you say it to me now.

What you have for breakfast today, son?

This isn't a joke.

[Laugh]

Come on. We ain't had a laugh like this since you was a kid.

We used to go to the game together.

You are the one who landed yourself in here.

[Thud]

Well, you still come on time today. Let me guess.

[Rustling sound]

You put this iron on.

[Objects clattering]

I've changed

Ah, didn't you say that last time?

Hey, come on.

What's this one's name then?

Listen son. You can try and man what you want.

But let me tell you, the apple never falls far from the tree.

You understand?

I'm nothing like you. Do you understand?

[Sigh]

Good luck to you guys.

If you thought you had paperwork to do before,

wait and don't make the same mistake I did.

And put any faith in this job.

[Objects clattering]

In the end, the Kongs get better treated in the cells.

[Scoff]

They'll cut the whole force soon.

[Objects clattering]

And when it's finally all undone,

[Objects clattering]

I'm glad I won't be here to do the paperwork.

[Objects clattering]

[Footstep sound]

You know, they're uh, they're firing more admin tonight.

Mm.

I wish they fired me.

[Tuts]

Don't say that.

Just don't want them to portray that poor kid as being some kind of

monster.

You've changed your chain.

Oh. Alright, I think I've got a treat for us.

Alright.

Yeah.

[Rustling sound]

Come on.

It's squashed.

[Rustling sound]

[Laugh]

Lost and found.

Oh yeah.

[Laugh]

Yeah. High dear idea. You know, you can get in a lot of trouble with that.

How?

Bit of fun.

You become real...

Yeah. Well you speak for yourself.

I was always a good boy.

I find that very hard to believe.

[Chuckles]

Yeah. The last thing I wanna do is be a kid again.

Yeah. Yeah. You um,

you still haven't told me why you joined.

Fuck it. I haven't had one of these for ages.

[Laugh]

I was in and outta care pretty much all my life.

Anger management issues they called it.

It's uh, this officer, he come to my school, you know,

assembly type thing to do recruitment and that sort of stuff.

I couldn't give a shit what he was saying.

I was sitting at the back messing about.

And then he called me in...

little one-on-one kind of chat.

And he said, you got so much rage in your eyes,

you should use it.

Use it to get back at their life you hate so much.

So I joined.

What was his fucking name?

Fuck it.

Oh thanks.

What about your parents?

[Clattering sound]

Oh, my dad,

my dad used to take me to the football all the time.

Loved it.

[Chuckles]

Probably the happiest time of my life actually though,

till I found out he was using me to sell drugs at the games.

I had no idea

he usually puts the drugs in my pockets. I had no idea. I didn't have a clue.

He's in jail now.

What about your mum?

[Sigh]

Oh my mum. That's, uh, that's another story.

Alright.

Violence has broken out in several areas of London tonight in Hackney.

The disturbances began in the early evening after police commented

that last night's looting in Tottenham were opportunist acts,

violence and pure criminality.

Several high ranking political officials have called for a cobra meeting.

As it seems, the police are struggling to control the spread of the violence.

... what police have insisted was a routine stop and search.

Louise.

I don't think it's safe to go out tonight.

Yeah. I'm sort of them going out to stay in type of thing tonight.

Alright.

See, same with them again.

Yeah. It's right isn't it?

It was mine. I never believed that I'm enough.

These are rioters with police outnumbered them in some cases by as many as 50

I'll be back home after work there tomorrow.

Okay, fine.

Love you.

Love you too.

Okay. Bye.

Be safe.

It's one of London's poorest areas.

Like a damage that's been done to this community.

There's policing rights has reject the street tonight.

[Siren]

They will start talking about us at work.

[Chuckles]

Good.

Can you imagine the look on Ben's face?

I'm getting worried. He's sleeping with me. Just so he can wind Ben up.

[Chuckles]

...

Shut up.

[Laugh]

[Ringing tone]

Oh fuck off. Seriously. Fuck off.

I'm sorry. [Ringing tone]

Say you're busy.

Hello?

She's busy.

What?

When?

Yeah, yeah. No, it's fine. It's okay.

[Thud]

Babe. What's the matter?

Just gotta go.

What do you mean you gotta go?

I've got to go home.

What?

I'm sorry.

What? You want me to drive you home? No.

Babe?

[Hurried footstep]

Lou.

[Dogs barking]

Don't touch me. Don't fucking touch me. Don't touch me.

Just get out the house. Yeah. Go on. Fuck off. Get out of the house.

Useless. I can police these streets better than you. And I'm a fucking cripple.

Useless fuckers.

[Panting]

What's going on here, Tony?

Well, they haven't really hurt him. Just humiliate him. Trash the house.

It wasn't even about burglary. Just aggression. There's been a gang of them.

Hit a few houses with elderly people tonight.

What are you looking at? Damien?

Patrick, listen.

What are you looking at?

Don't you feel sorry for me like them. Don't you dare feel sorry for me.

Fuck off. Get out!

[Panting]

Damien. Come back. Hey.

Don't even speak to me.

He just needs a bit of time to calm down. So...

How could I even do this?

[Spits]

I should have been there for him.

He's just like that kid's father, you know, fighting to protect people.

We can't protect the people they care about the most.

Don't worry. We'll get them.

What? Come on. They get like a, a warning

nice bo fucking two weeks at young offenders watching tv.

They killed him. Is it?

Stealing for corner shop.

Fuck this.

They're outside the house. Watching, watching, waiting for me to leave.

We...

Louise, you can't think like that.

I'm gonna have a word with the chief. Okay. Get you a day off tomorrow.

No, I want to work. It's the best thing for me.

Don't think that's a good idea.

I know the rage.

What? And the rage stops you from working. Stops you from doing your job.

If things are keep up in London, I wanna be there. If you can't handle it,

you take the fucking day.

[Siren]

[Siren]

[Explosion sound]

[Rioters causing chaos]

[Shattered glass]

[Rioters causing chaos]

[Siren]

[Shattered glass]

[Siren]

[Tires screeching]

[Officers hurried footsteps]

[Rioters protesting]

I am not a pleb and I'm not gonna grow up to be a pleb like you.

Go to school. We're running out of them. Why are you doing this to me?

I'm tired, Damien.

I dunno how much more I can take.

Tell me Damien, what can I do? What do you want me to do?

Do you want to be like your dad? Do you want to not go to school, be nothing?

How are you...

[Loud thump]

Damien, tell me what can I do?

[Hurried footsteps]

[Loud thump]

[Somber sound]

Daddy.

[Somber sound]

Yeah.

Come on now, son.

Don't be angry with yourself. There's nothing you could have done.

Let's get you to your home, eh?

[Somber sound]

The apple never falls far from its tree.

I'm a police officer. You know I can help you.

You act just like the rest of them. You prick.

So you're more of a driver than a cop.

You think you're too good for us now, didn't you?

I could police these streets better than you. And I'm a fucking cripple.

Lou. I'm sorry to hear about your dad.

Don't want to talk about it.

I sort of bust some fucking... drug dealer.

I think he has very little to do with it now.

Yeah.

We need back up. I'm upstairs. Now.

Yep. We're on it.

There's just two of us.

There's no time.

[Rioters shouting]

Stop!

Wait, Louise.

[Frantic footsteps]

[Rioters cheering]

...

I need immediate assistance. Repeat, I need immediate assistance.

You're fast.

[Baton snaps]

Oooh.

[Louise panting]

Ah, this little piggy went to the car park.

Oh.

Please.

I see with stick

[Scuffle]

Get back

[Heavy punch]

Yes.

Fuck her up. Fuck her up. Fuck her up.

Stay back.

Fuck her up.

Stay back.

[Thugs cheering him on]

[Rips her clothe]

[Thugs cheering him on]

[Somber sound]

[Hurried footstep]

[Hurried footstep]

[Door creaks]

[Beeping hospital monitors]

She's fine. You can't see her yet. She's resting. Damien it's family only.

[Hurried footstep]

What happened?

Got it rough.

[Monitor beeps]

Ah, of course not.

Can you make a rubbish criminal? Can't fucking lie.

You should be out there.

Mm.

I'm not going anywhere.

Why?

Why is that? Because you, because you come here to tell me you're right all along.

'Cause you were right. Here we're right one month into the job.

And here I am. Fucking, fucking joke.

[Monitor beeps]

Okay? You were right. But I tell you what, I'm gonna be out there. Yeah.

I'm gonna get my head together. I'm gonna get sorted out and I'm gonna do it.

I'm gonna do it on my own. Can't fucking wait.

[Monitor beeps]

What happened?

I can't.

[Stuttering]

I can't tell you because you will never,

you'll never feel the same way about me ever again. And...

you, you better not tell my dad the truth because I will never...

Just don't tell him. Please.

I'll never hear the end of it from you and from him. And...

I promised him I'd look after you.

Yeah. Well you did, didn't you?

[Laughs]

Nobody can.

Fucking great job, Damien. Do. Well done.

Well done.

Do you remember anything?

[Loud thump]

No.

[Footstep sound]

No. I don't. It's...

[Deep sigh]

Yes. Okay. He had, yes, I remember bits.

I've been through it fucking million times with them out there.

- Don't make me go through it again with you. - Tell me. Tell me.

Go read the report Damien. That's what it's there for.

Everyone else down the station's gonna read the report. Read the report.

I don't wanna go through it with you ever again.

I can't help you unless you fucking tell me.

I don't wanna tell you what happened.

Please don't make me go through it with you. All I know is he had a fucking tattoo in...

Where?

- On his hand. On his hand. Yes. - What fucking hand?

On his right hand, Damien. And he was shouting things.

There was a fucking girl there recording it. It's probably on YouTube. I dunno.

- I didn't count, did I? - I wanna help you.

I don't now how many people.

I don't remember what happened. I remember that they were chanting.

- What were they chanting? - They said his name.

- They were saying like Harry or Gary or, I dunno. - Was it Barry?

[Jittering]

Was it Barry?

Who?

Was it Barry?

[Indistinct chatter]

[Thud]

[Boo]

[Bang]

[Boo]

How the fuck do you know that?

[Jittering]

[Stuttering]

You know you are right.

I should get back up.

Damien.

Damien, Dam. Damien, where are you going?

Damien?

...

Listen. Have you seen Barry?

[Siren blarring]

[Helicopter whirring]

[Clattering sound]

[Panting]

[Rioters screaming and shouting]

[Bang]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Bang]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Bang]

[Indistinct chatter]

Come here.

Fucking mad, eh.

[Thugs cheering]

[Thump]

[Thugs cheering]

[Bang]

Finish him. Finish him off.

Finish him. Finish him.

Come down here and try to fucking mug me off into your... Huh?

Who are ya? Huh? Look around you.

You got no backup. London's burning mate.

You are fucked.

[Spit]

You fucking come.

[Scuffle]

[Crack]

[Screams]

Boy, it's over now. Chill the fuck out. Chill out.

[Panting]

Fucked her.

A blonde copper.

[Mocking laugh]

I fucked her.

Fucking up blonde copper.

[Mocking laugh]

[Moaning]

[Mocking laugh]

I fucked the blonde copper.

[Mocking laugh]

She, she, she was even not good.

[Mocking laugh]

[Screaming with rage]

[Ominous sound]

[Sobbing]

Fuck you.

[Ominous sound]

What's happened darling?

It's Damien.

They've arrested him.

What for?

Murder.

Jesus.

I told him where he was going.

[Ominous sound]

You know Damien was a good police officer, but he had baggage,

which clouded his judgment.

We cannot take the law into our own hands,

otherwise there would be chaos out there.

There is chaos out there.

So what do you wanna be when you grow up?