Original subtitles

(energetic, up-tempo music)

♪ ♪

- ♪ Tell me that you're down for me

♪ All the way down for me

♪ Oh you say money got you round for me

♪ Oh you say money got you down for me

♪ Down for me, I got

♪ Heaven looking down on me

♪ For what I'm about to do to you, do to you

♪ ♪

♪ For what I'm about to put you through

♪ I'ma show you something new

♪ I'm a show you something brand new

♪ ♪

♪ She love the way my niggas roll

♪ My niggas roll, see them riding round the town

♪ We got the pedals all the way down

♪ All the way down, I heard them say yeah hey,

♪ I heard them say yeah hey

♪ 'Cuz we come up in the place

♪ Yeah it's on, yeah it's on

♪ You betta watch your chick

♪ Oh she gone, oh she gone for real

♪ This is nothing brand new

♪ To us

♪ ♪

♪ Tell me that you down for me

♪ All the way down for me

♪ Oh you say money got you 'round for me

♪ Oh you say money got you down for me, down for me

♪ I got heaven looking down on me

♪ For what I'm about to do to you, do to you

♪ For what I'm about to put you through

♪ I'ma show you something new

♪ I'ma show you something brand new

- ♪ Brand new - ♪ Brand new, brand new.

- Oh, yeah, man. - ♪ Yeah that's the plan boo

- Yeah! - ♪ But if you 'bout the money

♪ I'ma switch the plan too bitch.

♪ No gold diggers for mo figures

- Wha! - ♪ It's best you press out

both: ♪ 'Cause how you fucking with your niggas see

- ♪ Yeah I want it like that

♪ Get a shorty like that - Yeah.

- ♪ Who can party like that - Wha.

- ♪ Making naughty like - Yeah...

- ♪ Nah I ain't asking you

♪ To join the torch - Torch.

- ♪ I just need to know you down

♪ The full on jet - Full on jet!

♪ Tell me that you down for me

- (murmurs) - ♪ All the way down for me

♪ Oh you say money got you round for me

- (singing indistinctly) - ♪ Or is that money got you

♪ down for me - (singing indistinctly)

- ♪ Tell me that you down for me

♪ All the way down for me

♪ Oh you say money got you round for me

- (singing indistinctly)

- ♪ Or is the money got you down for me

- (singing)

♪ ♪

- Big tune, big bumbaclot tune, wellup.

(muttering)

Roll out!

(suspense instrumental music)

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

(men shouting)

- Put your...

Fucking hands up.

- Officer, what the fuck is...

Going on, man? - Are you fucking mad?

Well, put your hands up, cunt.

- Where's...

The stuff? - What stuff, man?

- Don't fucking...

Lie to me. - Don't you fucking move...

A muscle! - Business. Look over here.

- Don't fucking look over there, cunt.

- [Officer] Thuggy, check that box.

- Don't fucking move. - Will you fucking

look over here cunt, all right?

- Don't fucking move!

Come on quickly Thuggy, get the fucking box.

- What have we there?

- Don't fucking move!

[low chatter]

(suspenseful music)

- What have we got?

- Naughty.

- Yeah? - Grade A.

(excited chatter)

- Bag it up. - Good fucking result.

- Hurry up, you lot.

- Done.

- Cheers for the gear, lads.

- You don't know who you fucking with.

(laughter)

- Hey, boys, we don't know who we fucking with.

- (speaks foreign language)

- We what?

English. (gun cocks)

English, please.

- You all dead.

- We're all dead, yeah?

Well, seeing as we're all dead, well, guess what?

We might as well go out in style then.

(clicks tongue)

(light laughter)

- Yeah.

- Ladies, I'll be seeing you later.

- Ciao. - Fucking result.

(digitized rap music)

♪ ♪

(rapping)

♪ ♪

(somber music)

(heartbeat thumps)

(heartbeat thumps faster)

(machine beeping)

(heartbeat thumping)

(somber instrumentation)

♪ ♪

(flatline tone)

(horn blares)

- (speaking foreign language)

- I'm coming mum, relax.

Mum, do you know where my bag is?

I can't find it anywhere. - (speaking foreign language)

- Cheers, Mum. - (speaking foreign language)

- Yes, Mum. - (foreign language)

- Okay, Mum.

- (speaking foreign language)

- I love you, Mum.

- Are you ready?

- Of course I'm ready, bro.

- Just make sure you work hard.

(dramatic musical sting)

(chorus vocalizes)

(solemn music)

♪ ♪

(police radio chatter)

- Excuse me, mate, can you stay behind the police tape please?

- It's all right, you see, he's my little brother.

- I couldn't care less, mate. You need to be behind the tape.

- Officer look, I just want to know why this happened.

I want to see if I can help.

- Listen, he had it coming to him.

Maybe you should have told him to stay in college

rather than running around playing gangster.

- Watch your fucking mouth! He was only a kid!

- Mind your language.

To be honest, it's one less Paki drug dealer on the streets.

- Yeah. Yeah!

- (groan) - Oy!

(dramatic music)

- [Police Radio] Zero five one two,

we've got an Asian male, 30 years old

dressed in a blue shirt heading west on Dayhenson street.

- Received, bravo thirty. Chasing suspect.

- Right. Asian male. Mid-thirties, short hair.

Proceed with caution.

Suspect's heading north.

Stay clear four five eight location.

- The same suspect...

(radio chatter continues under sirens)

Circulation all units... (continues indistinctly)

(sirens blare)

Suspect heading east on Bisley road.

- Overtake him and cut him off.

(tense orchestration)

♪ ♪

(brakes screech)

- Get your arms up, get your arms up!

You are so nicked! - What did I do?

- You assaulted a police officer.

Get him down.

- Get down on the floor! - Get down on the floor!

You're under arrest on suspicion

of assaulting a police officer.

You do not have to say anything.

It may harm your defense if you do.

- (grunting and groaning)

- Do you understand?

He's cuffed.

- Yo, what the fuck, man? Get the handcuffs off me.

They're hurting me. - You need to calm down.

- Get them off me.

(low conversation)

- Name, please?

- Shakil.

- Shakil...

- Khan.

(keyboard keys clacking)

Take them off! - Stop pullin'.

- I'm not going anywhere. - Stand still.

- What's the reason for arrest? - This gentleman's been

arrested on suspicion of assault on a police constable.

- Khan, pop your shoes on for me, please.

Follow me, thank you.

- [Man In Cell] Where is my pizza?

- Mr. Khan, have you got anything to say?

Anything?

- Just get me out of here.

- It's 08:10 and I'm concluding this interview.

Now, Shakil...

or should I call you Shokka?

I'll be honest with you. We know who you are

and what you've been involved in.

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

(tense music)

♪ ♪

- See if you recognize these.

Carlos, Mexican arm dealer.

Three brothers-- Spikey, Ronald, Sharky.

These three guys control the drugs

on the east side of the city.

Then you got Crow who controls the north side.

Maybe this guy, Diesal.

He controls the west side.

- [Voiceover] Shokka, you know

what Frank's gonna say.

- And what about Frank?

The drug lord?

Who's importing large amounts of cocaine into this country.

- [Voiceover] You can't just leave.

- I don't recognize any of them.

- So this isn't you then?

Mr. Khan, we've got substantial evidence

leading you to Frank.

Do you understand an assault on a police officer...

it's a serious crime?

You're looking at five to 10 years.

- So what's your point?

- The point is we are going to get these guys eventually.

Now we understand that you've left that life,

so we're here to give you a chance, one chance,

to walk away from this assault charge.

If you agree to become a witness,

with the crimes that these guys have committed,

we'll drop the charge on you, and you can walk free.

- I already told ya, I don't know anything.

- Shakil I don't think you're looking at the

bigger picture here.

Your mum...

has no one out there.

She's all alone.

You are the only family that she's got.

How do you think she's going to cope

on the outside, when you're doing 5 to 10 years?

I suggest you think about it.

(dramatic instrumental music)

♪ ♪

(helicopter engine)

- Boss, the top heads have called for a meeting.

- For fuck sake, what do they want?

- I don't know boss. - Tell them all

to meet me at the mansion.

(dark instrumental music)

♪ ♪

- That's for my sins.

- Thank you. You are blessed.

God is with you.

- Yeah, sure.

How you doing, Shokka?

- I'm good.

Frank, I need a word.

- Yeah, I know.

You want out.

- How did you know?

- Because I've been in this game 40 years.

I've seen the best and the worst

that the road has to offer.

- It's my little brother.

I don't want him following in my footsteps.

- I've had brothers killed on the road.

But you can't just leave.

- Listen, I've got police on my case,

watching me 24/7.

I can't deal with the law anymore.

- (scoffs) You're forgetting

I am the law on the road.

You'll be back.

They always come back.

(pop music plays on radio)

♪ ♪

- Naughty.

Crow, my man. How's it going?

- Good, man. - Sweet.

Five boxes of top shelf, the usual.

- Yeah.

- Sweet. - Wicked, wicked.

- Where's the cash?

- Look, you're going to have to give me another week, bless.

- (long exhale) You're taking the piss, Crow.

- I know, I know. But I'm a little short.

Diesal lost me a lot of money.

You know I ain't let you down before.

- It's not even me. It's Sharky and Ronnie.

They don't actually know I'm dealing with you.

And you know what they can be like as well.

- Give me until Friday, yeah?

And I'll drop ya another 20 extra on top.

- Interest, 20 bags yeah?

- Defo. - Make sure.

- 100%, man. - Sweet.

- Bless. - cool.

- Oy, yo check the number plate, Chris.

(overlapping chatter)

Who's that, dog?

- How you doing boys?

- Yeah, we're good, man.

- You, come here.

- Who, me? - Yeah, you.

(ominous orchestration)

How you doing? - Yeah, I'm blessed man.

Who are you though?

- Let's just say I'm a good friend of your brother's.

- Yeah, so what's good then?

- Well, it's none of your business.

You tell him you saw Frank

and when he's ready to come and see me,

you got it?

- Yeah, I got that. - Good.

You look after yourself, kid.

- So what's your name again?

- It's Frank.

- You look after yourself too, you hear, Frank.

- (screaming)

- Bumbaclot tart no!

- (moaning)

(thud)

- Yo, Dredd. Has he spoken yet?

- No, not yet.

- Listen, you and me know

that Diesal put you up to this shit.

Now I'm asking you nicely.

This man over here ain't going to talk.

- (laughing) Fuck you.

And fuck you too.

(laughs) - Fucking deal with him, man.

- What a bumbaclot.

- (grunting, moaning)

(pop) (muffled screaming)

- Poor simple boy.

- I'm gonna call Frank.

(man continues moaning, crying)

Yo, get me Frank.

(dark music)

♪ ♪

- Boss. It's Crow.

- Crow? - Yo Frank,

how many times I got to tell you

about this bitch ass Diesal stepping on my toes?

- I really haven't got time to be sorting out this bullshit.

- It's not bullshit, man. what are you on about bullshit?

I caught the guy who killed two of my boys

and guess what? He's Diesal's rat.

So you gonna do about that?

- You meet me at the container base in an hour.

- All right, listen.

You better get this shit sorted, Frank,

or else there's gonna be fucking war.

- I said...I'll sort it.

- All right.

Go get the Rolls.

- Yo, Dredd, you deal with that.

You come with me. Come.

(man groans)

- Tails say you're dying.

(speaks foreign language)

(click) - (gasps)

(gurgles)

(dark orchestration)

♪ ♪

(engine purrs)

(powerful revving)

(revving)

(tires screeching)

(engine revving)

(dogs barking)

- (muffled sounds)

- Oh, yeah, Shokka que pasa, man?

I been waiting for you, homie.

- Same, Carlos. You good?

- Sorry to hear about your little brother, man.

I heard that Lavatta was peddling some dope in the hood.

- He wasn't peddling no dope.

Whose dope was that?

- I don't know, homie.

So what can I do for you?

- You know what you can do for me.

- So you know who killed him?

- Yeah.

- You're gonna shoot up everybody.

- Frank. - Frank.

- Going for him.

- You loco, man. You fucking crazy, man.

Frank is gonna cut you up into little pieces

and feed it to his pigs, man.

Orale. But I don't want no problem with Frank

coming back to me-- this stays between me and you.

Okay, follow me.

(dogs bark)

So what you looking for, ese, a grenade tank?

RPG...rock the whole neighborhood.

- I don't need that, you know.

- You don't need that.

Okay.

I got something that come in this morning.

An AK74 ese, 20 men.

- It's too big.

- Okay.

I got a MP5K.

- That's nice, you know. - It's nice.

It take out 20 men.

- You got nothing lighter?

- Something lighter?

Okay, this only 'cause I like you, Shokka.

Something special for you.

Browning.

High power.

- That looks nice.

- You think?

- Can I try it? - Check it out, homes.

- (inhales, exhales)

- Orale!

- What are you saying on this one?

- I'll take care of you, ese.

But I don't want no problems, huh?

I want nothing coming back on me, ese.

You know how I get down, James Brown, homie.

- You got my word.

- Orale!

- Shakil, how are you?

- I'm all right.

- Come in.

Shakil, take a seat and I'll go get H, okay?

- All right.

- Yo, what's up, bro? Been trying to

get hold of you since morning, man.

I tried calling you and everything.

Where you been? - Forget that.

Listen, I need your help.

+- I'm here, bro. What's the matter?

- I found out who killed Tukka.

- What?! Have you told the police?

- They think it's a joke, H.

I have to deal with this myself.

Come.

- Bro, just talk to me, man. There's always other ways.

We'll deal with them, man.

Just talk to me.

- I'm outside in the car, yeah?

(solemn instrumental music)

♪ ♪

- I'm not fucking happy.

It's late, and it's short.

- We've got a problem, Frank.

Security's out of my control.

- You got a bigger problem.

It's me.

- We got a new shipment coming in

from Afghanistan tomorrow.

- I want the remainder here,

and I want it fucking now.

- I've never let you down before, have I?

- Fucking make sure you don't let me down this time,

you got it?!

Give him the fucking money.

(tense orchestration)

♪ ♪

- See ya, Frank.

(engine turns)

- You never late, ese?

- I'm a busy man.

Let's see the toys.

- Mira, you ain't seeing nothin'

till I get my money, homes.

- Carlos, how many years have we been doing business?

Do we look like a pair of fucking idiots to you?

- Hey, Spiky, transfer the man

his money. - You sure?

- Yeah, do it.

(beep beep)

- Yeah, it's done.

- All good?

- All right, ese. Check it out.

- Here, have a look.

- MP 9 mm. It's naughty.

- All good?

- Well, yeah, Sharky, I wanna talk to you, ese.

- Yeah, what are you saying?

- Alone, ese. - Hey, Spikes,

go sit in the car, yeah? Go chill out.

- In a bit.

- Mira, what's this bullshit I'm hearing

about Spikey, ese?

I heard the cops are on to him.

You better take care of it.

- Yeah, listen, I'll deal with my brothers, yeah?

Leave them to me.

- You know I don't like no problem.

You better take care of it,

or you're gonna have a problem with me.

- Look, we don't want no problems, okay.

I'll sort it out. - Andele.

(dark orchestration)

♪ ♪

(quirk pop music plays)

♪ ♪

(music stops)

- Yo, where's Diesal, Frank?

- He's on his way. He's late.

- See, this is what I'm talking about, Frank.

You can't even control your own fucking dog, can you?

- What seems to be your problem, Crow?

- My problem is this, man. Diesal's gone round

robbing my mans and making me lose

a lot of fucking money on road.

- I've got it all under control.

- Under control? Pff!

Man, you ain't got fucking shit under control.

(gun cocks)

- You pull a gun on me,

you better have the balls to pull the trigger.

- Fuck, man, Frank.

I just want this shit fucking sorted.

- How much does he owe you?

- Fifty fucking big ones.

- All right.

I'll have it delivered to your place tonight.

But here's the thing-- you don't set foot

on this turf again, you got it?

- Just make sure I have my money, Frank.

- You'll have it.

You ever pull a piece on me again,

you'd better pull the fucking trigger.

Now fuck off. - All right.

- Where's this prick Diesal?

- Boss, let's just fucking lift him.

(engine revving) (hip-hop over radio)

♪ ♪

(music stops)

- You're late.

- I'm here, innit?

- You owe me 50 grand.

- What do you mean I owe you 50 grand?

50 grand for what? - I've just paid Crow.

- What do you mean you paid Crow?

- Listen, I'm getting enough grief

over this petty bullshit.

If you can't handle your ends, you might wanna retire.

- What do you mean handle my ends?

I'm a big man, you know. See, I run my team.

- Listen, you dumb prick,

don't forget who you're talking to.

I've got a meeting with the top heads later today,

and if I hear any of your bullshit,

you're gonna be owing me a lot more money.

Do I make myself fucking clear?

- Yeah, you make yourself clear.

- Good.

- Let's get out of here.

- ♪ Think you know me, think you know me

- Smile, man.

♪ ♪

- That's it, waggle.

♪ ♪

- (talking under breath)

♪ ♪

- Sit right there, bad girl.

- Someone feels happy to see me.

- (murmuring)

- Yo, what the fuck's wrong with Myman?

She's fucking moving hot in the club?

- Don't watch him. You know he's always

been like that--fuck him. (liquid pours)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's wrong, bro?

- Do you know you and me go way back?

Got enough love for you, you know that.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm done man, I'm out.

- Hey, come out of there. Come out of there.

What do you mean you're done?

- Can't deal with this life no more, fam.

It's getting way too hot. Police are watching us.

- What do you mean too hot? This is the thing we do, bro.

You know how the ting runs, bro.

- No, this is it fam, like.

All right, I made my money.

It's setting a bad example for Tukka.

I can't do that, man.

Need to move on, fam.

- Shokka, you know what Frank's gonna say.

- I know man.

(ominous instrumentals)

♪ ♪

- You wanna leave all of that?

You're fucking crazy, man.

(dramatic musical sting)

- Yes, just the fucking man.

- Where are you? - What's going on?

You're never going to fucking believe what I've bought.

- What the fuck have you done now?

- Now listen, I've fucking bought a tank mate.

- What? An actual tank tank? - Yeah, a fucking tank.

I'm sitting in it right now

with a fucking AK,

sitting in a tank like fucking Cockney Rambo, mate.

- You need to fucking calm down.

- Calm down? Fucking bastard you weren't saying that

last week when you were fucking flying around

in a Lamborghini, were you mate?

- Just get your ass down to the casino.

- All right yeah, I'll see you there.

- He's bought a tank.

- What? - He's bought a tank.

- An actual army tank? What?

- I can't do this, bro.

- What do you mean you can't do this?

- Listen, I'm not taking no one's life,

and I can't do it.

- Thought you were family.

- I'm not family, bro?

If I wasn't family, I wouldn't be standing here.

- You coming with me or not?

- Listen, so what's the difference

between you and him?

You should have shot him yourself.

- No, you're right.

You might as well do it than any--go on.

Pull the trigger.

Go on! - Come on, bro.

You've lost the plot. You've lost the plot.

- Don't show me your face again.

- Bro.

Shokka--

- Are we doing a cash or a finance deal today?

- Well, brown sexy.

- Sorry about that.

Are we doing a cash or finance deal today?

- Both. - A bit of both.

Okay, if you give me a minute, I'll get the figures

and papers put together for you.

And I'll be with you shortly. Just take a seat first.

Sorry about that. - Cool, yeah?

- What the hell are you doing here?

You're supposed to be in college.

You know, (indistinct) college, man.

Chilling on the road with the manager, get me?

- Road? You know this road's

going to end your life one day, innit?

- You always say the same thing bro.

Give me lectures. - I'm not giving you lectures.

I'm just telling you 'cause I know.

- All right, cool. Yo, bro, this old chap

pulled up in a sick whip, you know--Frank.

- Frank? - You know him?

He was talking about you the whole time.

- What did he say? - Nothing, he just like,

"Tell your brother to come see me."

- Don't lie to me man. Tell me, what did he say?

- Bro, I'm telling you.

He said go see him when you're ready.

- (sighs)

Listen bro, listen to me, yeah?

Stay away from that guy.

You understand? - Yeah, I got it.

- He's not a nice person. - Okay cool bro,

I heard you the first time.

You're loud, all that anyway.

I came for a favor bro. - Yeah, what is it?

- I need to lend some money. - Okay.

I'll tell you what.

Work with me for five days, and I'll give you a grand.

Fair? - How's that fair?

Work here like a dog? - Watch your mouth.

I'm your elder brother, have some respect.

- Respect, cool. - I'm not dumb you know.

I know what you need this money for.

- Go on then, tell me big man. What do I need it for?

- I'm not paying for your drugs anymore.

- Talk to me about drugs bro? Remember,

you used to be some big time Shokka

back in the day. - Tukka, that was back then.

I left that life. I left it because of you.

Because I don't want you following them steps.

You don't want to live that life, bruth.

Watching over your shoulder every day.

Worried about your family.

You're either going to get locked up,

or you're going to die, and there's no two ways about it.

- Look, cut the long talk yeah.

You gonna give me the money or not?

- I'm not gonna pay

for you to ruin your future. - Yeah, you're a wise man bro.

- Tukka listen to me - I'm gonna go to Frank then.

- You stay away from Frank.

- So it Franklin's knife, was it?

- We've got to get it sorted today guys.

- It's gone on far too long now.

- That's why we're here.

- Sorry I'm late guys. Had a bit of shit to deal with.

Right, we're all here.

Let's get it sorted. - Frank,

I don't know about everybody else,

but right now, I am not happy.

I've had enough.

The other night, two of my boys outside

Antonio's restaurant,

they get shot by your people.

- Eh, and Crow.

He's in danger.

These are my familia.

- I've had a word with Crow.

And Diesal.

And I can assure you, it won't be happening again.

- Well, Frank, let me tell you something.

If I see Diesal on my manor,

I will personally cut his balls off.

- You won't.

- Okay.

- Listen guys,

I've got this all under control.

- Yeah, but it doesn't feel like

you got it under control Frank.

- What about the police Frank?

My boys can't go through the door at the moment

without falling over coppers.

You're supposed to have the police pinned down.

- Yeah. - What's going on?

- Lenny, listen to me.

We've got the police right where we need them.

- Well, it doesn't feel like it, Frank.

- You cost us money, Frank. - Frank, what about the gear?

Nobody wants it. - Can't sell it Frank.

- It's substandard.

- Frank, let me explain something to you.

The transportation, the first lot that comes through

is proper gear.

This second lot--it's been stamped on, it's cut.

- And the merchandise is always late.

- I've had a word with the military.

The gear...won't be late.

The gear...will be A grade.

And it won't be stamped on.

And it won't be cut.

Trust me.

(indistinct chatter)

- Shokka. - Sit down.

- Oh lads, calm down. Shokka.

What the fuck are you doing? - Do you know

where to find out who killed my little brother?

- Shokka, get that gun

out of my face.

- I'm not gonna ask you again.

- You know me.

Shokka, you know me.

- When I left, I knew you had it in for me.

So you got my brother.

I knew you wanted me dead, Frank.

- If I wanted you dead,

you'd be dead a long time ago.

I wouldn't need to kill your little brother.

- So what was it with the message?

- That was for you to come back and join me.

- Don't lie to me Frank.

- I'm not lying, Shokka.

You left me. Remember?

- You better tell me before I kill you.

- If you was gonna kill me,

you'd have done it already.

I told you, I don't know.

- I just wanna know who killed my little brother.

- You go look on the road.

You'll find your answer.

(background chatter)

- Fam, yeah.

- Does Shokka know you're here?

- Fuck Shokka man--don't need to know about nothing.

- What do you mean fuck Shokka, bro?

If he finds out, me and him are going to fall out, you know.

- Relax man, he's not going to find out about anything.

- What do you mean relax, bro?

(ominous chords)

- How's it going bossy?

Everything good?

(speaking foreign language)

- Nah he's all right. You're all right, innit?

- Yeah, I'm blessed.

- He's blessed.

- Watchin' I you.

Remember that.

Bumbaclot.

- You think I need a bossy little man like you

on my team? You're not like us.

- Now come on Diesal, man.

Can't we make some serious money now man?

None of the small gun change with it.

You gonna help me or not?

(ominous chords continue)

- What are you doing now?

- Just about to drop off some grams still.

- Why don't you go fuck off and drop off

your little grams then? - Come on Diesal.

I'll do your thing first, obviously.

- "Do my thing--do my thing. do my thing first."

You know what? I'm going to help you

because Shokka's you're little brother, and I like you.

- Yeah, come tell me what you want me to do.

I'll do it now.

- Ninja, let my man do the thing.

- Take this.

Remember...no fuck up.

- Are you listening?

- Yeah.

- You know Oldbury, yeah?

Gonna cross over the little motorway bridge

and you see them in the little white building.

No fuck-ups, though.

- There won't be no fuck-ups, man.

- Ey.

No fuck-ups.

- Yo, who's that?

- Yes, Thuggy, Shokka.

- What's going on, Shokka bro?

Long time. man.

- A lot's been happening, bro.

- Yo, I heard. Sending my condolences.

- Yeah, I know.

You know I'm going to find out who did this, innit?

Any news? - Yeah, mate,

I know something. - Well, listen then.

Meet me by the riverside in ten.

- All right, cool, cool. (murmurs)

(edgy instrumentals)

- Are you still stressing over Shokka?

Come on, if you was in his shoes...

- What do you mean if I was in his shoes?

- Well what would you think? - The fuck do you know?

I don't know, innit?

- (sighs) Thuggy, I swear bruth,

I need to find out who killed my brother.

- So what, the police don't know nothing?

- They're saying it's drug related.

They haven't done nothin'.

- Tuk weren't no drug dealer.

- Even I know that.

You know the road.

Don't make any sense to me.

Just before my pops passed away,

I made him a promise.

- What was that?

- I told him I'd take care of my family

and make sure they're always safe.

I've messed up, man. I've failed.

- You and Tukka are like family to me.

So what do you want to do really?

- Find them. Get them.

And kill them.

- This is what we're gonna do, yeah?

Every drug dealer in the city,

no matter if they sell a five pound drum

or a metric ton.

Everybody's gonna get the fucking shake up.

- That's what I'm saying.

(electronic music)

♪ ♪

(funky music on radio)

♪ ♪

(music stops)

- What?

What's with all the serious faces?

- A tank. Seriously.

- Relax mate, what's wrong with ya?

- How am I supposed to relax?

You making us fucking bait.

- Fuck off. - I know you want to

raise some pulses,

but what are we going to do with a tank anyway?

- What am I going to do with a tank?

I'm going to blow some fucking shit up, baby.

- I like it. I want a ride.

- Let's do it, man.

- Come on man, let's go to the casino.

- Yeah, come on and make some money.

(laughs)

(tense percussive chords)

♪ ♪

- Boom...boom... (heartbeat thumping)

boom...boom... (thumping)

boom, boom!

(speaking foreign language)

- Boy lad. - What the fuck you want?

You for come outside.

- Yeah, I'm here to see Crow.

- No you don't need to see Crow.

What you need to do is take you

and your pussy homeboy

and calm the fuck out.

- Yo big man, who the fuck you talking to?

- What you say, boy?

- Yo, who the fuck's this?

- Yo Dredd, I ain't come for no beef, yeah?

I'm here to see Crow, and that's it.

- Listen, I ain't fucking telling you again, yeah?

If you're still here by the time I reach three,

I'm blowing your fucking heads off.

- You and whose fucking army big man?

- One... - Huh?

- Two... - Yo!

Hey, yo Dredd, let the man through, man.

- Lucky.

- Yo, what the fuck are you clowns doing here?

Watcha, Shokka, thought you was out of the game.

- Yeah, I am. Just want to know who killed my bro.

- So you think I killed him?

- Come on, Crow.

I know you had something to do with his brother.

Stop taking us for fools.

- Listen to me, you fucking tramp,

you're lucky I'm even letting you stand here.

You know my boys are so fucked off with all the

bullshit petty moves you've been making.

- So what is it then, bro? - Thuggy.

Crow, I never said you killed him.

- So why the fuck are you here?

- I just want to know if you heard or seen anything.

- Listen, you've got some fucking balls

coming up into my place, disrespecting me like that.

I tell you what, I ain't got fucking time for your shit.

Now go and get the fuck out of my building,

don't show me your fucking faces again,

you little fucking bitches.

No point looking at each other.

Get the fuck out, man. Move!

- (groans)

(gunshots)

(exciting instrumentals)

- Now what the fuck?

Yo yo, Shokka, man, yo, Thuggy man,

let's work this out man. Come.

Yeah come, let's-- We can work this out man.

- You the tramp now pussy.

(gunshots echo)

(lounge music)

♪ ♪

(die rattling)

- Let's get this party started.

- Here, calm down will you? - What's he doing?

He's got it all over the table. (laughs)

He's sicking it up.

- What's up, bro? (exhales, inhales)

I'm chilled. - Chilled?

Chilled? We've got the police watching us all,

yous two always having gear on you,

you and Spikey taking girls back to your place,

having house parties all the time.

Pack it in. - Give me a go of this.

Just calm down. - Don't worry about crack heads.

I'm dealing with the crack heads.

- Look, I'm not getting hoarse. It's all under control.

- You should calm down mate, what's your problem?

The kid's just having a line, you know what I mean?

The gear's coming in nicely mate.

It's moving. We're making the money,

you know what I mean? - Look, I'm telling both of you

(phone rings) I'm not getting caught.

- (laughs)

- Crow has been killed.

- What? Are you being serious?

No, don't take the piss.

Sack him, I never liked him anyway, mate.

- Fuck.

That stupid fucking cunt.

- What have you done?

- Nah what is it?

Is there something you want to tell us mate?

- I may... - May have what?

- Have lent him seven boxes of pure.

- Are you being serious?

Are you taking a piss, mate? - He's been smashing it.

- Nah, what have I told you about messing with that git?

- Mate, he's been turning it over every three days.

- Listen, I'm telling you both, everything,

everything goes through me. Do you hear that?

- What do you mean both of us, mate?

It's this little clown shoving shit up his nose

every single night. - You what?

- You do too much gear, mate. It's getting to your head.

- What, and you ain't been doing it?

- Listen brother, you need to pack it in.

- Look, both of you calm down.

You're both brothers. - You better sort him out.

- I made more money in the last month

than you two have in the last year.

- Who are you talking to like that?

Get out of here. - Whatever, brother...

- Where you goin'? - I'm gonna find myself

a naughty little party. Spikey style.

- Do you know he just lost us five boxes?

Five boxes, mate.

It's not small change, is it, you know what I mean?

- Whoever killed Crow has got that gear.

- Who's killed him though? That's what we need to find out.

- Choice, I heard Sokka's young 'un was killed.

Find out if Shokka's behind this.

- Shokka's brother?

- I've got a funny feeling.

- Right, listen let me make a few phone calls yeah.

I'm going to deal with that.

Listen you just leave it to me, all right?

- Yeah. Try and find out where it is.

Beer buddy.

(pumping instrumental music)

- All right girls, I got clean habits.

Here's to a good night, right.

Going to be racking them up,

snorting lines off tits.

Finger blasting.

It's going to be like ancient Rome.

Here, pass that.

Put that down on the side for me.

Cheers, mate.

Cheers, girls.

- Cheers.

To a good night.

- Naughty.

(elevator music)

- [Lift] 22nd floor.

Doors opening.

Doors closing.

(suspense instrumental music)

- Yo.

(sickening thud)

- Yo you yo, hold up.

- What the fuck was that?

Get out, out.

Move, come on!

- Thuggy, the man's dead.

- That's what I do bro.

- We spoke about this man.

Yo Thuggy.

- Who the fuck are you?

- Shoks, what the fuck are you doing?

You come to rob us.

No one fucking robs us.

What the fuck.

Carlos that fucking stupid Mexican cunt.

- It's a real one.

- Go on then. Do it.

Fucking shoot me.

Be a pussy and pull that trigger.

Or, throw down.

Fight me like a man.

- Thuggy stay out of it, yeah?

Fight yeah?

- Fucking have it.

(grunting and groaning)

(sickening crunch)

Yeah?

(groans)

Oh yeah?

Yeah?

Fuck me yeah.

(glass shatters)

- Fuck you both.

(gunshot rings out)

- Yeah are you going to see him again tomorrow?

- No (laughs)

He was like oh can I have your number?

I was like, I don't think so. (laughter)

To be honest with you, his breath smelt a bit like poo.

(laughter)

Yeah, I heard he was a dog anyway.

- Oh yes he is.

All right, do you want it curled inwards?

- Yes, just underpinned.

- Shakil what the hell are you doing here?

- I need a word.

- Look, you can't be here. Just leave.

- I haven't come here to leave.

- What do you want?

- You want me to leave you and H alone forever, don't you?

- Yes please.

- I promise you yeah, from this point,

I'll leave you both alone.

And you won't ever hear from me again.

But you got to do one thing for me.

- I'm not doing anything else for you Shakil.

- Then I ain't going nowhere.

- Stop it, you're scaring my clients away.

- Just hear me out then.

- What do you want?

- I need her help.

- Look harassing me is one thing,

but harassing the workers is a completely different story.

- I'm not going to harass her.

Just a few questions, and I'm gone.

- You've got five minutes.

- Cool.

- Tash, can you come here for a second please?

- Yeah.

- I'm so sorry, this is Shakil,

my husband's cousin brother.

He's the one whose brother got shot.

- I need your help.

- Help with what?

- Ronnie. I need to see him.

- Okay, about what?

- He knows something about my brother's murder.

- Ronnie? - Who's Ronnie?

- My step-sister's boyfriend.

- You're going to have to organize a meet for me.

But it's got to be a random one.

And he can't know I'm there.

- What? I can't do that.

- Talk to her man, I'm not going to hurt him,

I promise.

- Tash please, for his sake and for my sake, please.

- Hello Amy.

Yeah, um are you meeting Ronnie tonight

at your apartment after work at five?

I'm just asking.

Okay, bye.

She's going to be at Sunrise Heights tonight at five.

He'll be there.

What was that about?

- I'll talk about it later, just get back to work.

- Yeah he's just left now you know.

He don't know nothing.

- Is that my man's car?

- Yeah. Heard he paid 210 for it.

- 210 straight?

- Straight like the cocaine you're sending him boy.

- Yeah? So what are we saying then?

- You drive, I'll do the rest.

- You're going to have to block him off you know.

- Make sure you get close enough.

- Come on let's do this.

(engines roar)

(tense music)

♪ ♪

(indistinct radio chatter)

- Yo fam, hold that gat down, brother.

The police are about, man.

- [Police Radio] Suspect one Caucasian male driving

a Lamborghini orange other suspect...

- Look at his tires.

(engine roars)

(siren blares)

- Watch what's behind you.

- [Police Radio] We've got visual.

We've got sights on the vehicle at junction two.

(turbo drowns out voices)

- [Thuggy] Pull up to him yeah.

Can you see his window open.

(gunshots ring out)

- [Police Radio] Shots fired.

(car engine roars)

(action instrumental music)

- [Thuggy] Watch what's going on in front of you.

- Shit.

(machine gun fire)

- I told you I got your back for life, Ese.

- [Police Radio] Control receiving from Impass 236.

I believe we have visual on the suspects.

All local units, please be advised,

suspects are heavily armed and dangerous.

- Well go bro.

(sirens sound)

(dance music)

♪ ♪

- I just got a text saying she's in there with him

right now.

- You saying you heard from your boy Diesal.

- He informed me.

Must know about Tukka as well.

And you heard nothing?

- It's your people.

- Yeah we're all boys bro.

- If you want to call it that.

- Yo. That's my man there.

Come.

- Three down, two to go.

- Yeah well fucking never mind all that.

Did you find out where that coke is from Crow?

Nah, (laughs).

Well fuck you better tell me something about

this Shokka kid, I'm telling you now.

You fuck... - You looking for me?

- Fucking looking for you, you cun...

(groans)

You fucking cunt. - Yeah Ronnie.

I've got both of your brothers yeah,

and now it's your turn.

- You fucking better kill me, you cunt,

because when I get hold of you you're fucking dead.

(groans)

You fucking little cunt.

- You think it's so good for my little brother yeah?

- Fuck off you little cunt!

You fucking black cunts you... - Get the tank.

- Fucking hell.

(metallic whirring)

(sinister instrumental music)

Fucking get me out!

Open the fucking boot!

♪ ♪

Fucking hell. Fuck.

Fucking open it now!

Fuck!

(shattering explosion)

♪ ♪

- Let's go and have a chat with your mate Diesal.

- Yo, fam. I'm not feeling it you know.

- What do you mean you're not feeling it?

- Them men never had nothing to do with Tukka.

- Listen to me, you wanted to go and see all the dope boys

and that's what we did, innit?

- Is that why you took the yay?

That weren't part of the plan.

- It was on the table and what the fuck

do you think I'm going to do.

- What do you think I'm doing this for a raise?

- Calm down.

Remember who phone, who's phoning.

- Look, I just want to know who's behind killing Tukka

and that's it.

- Man that's what I'm here to do.

Help you out bro. - What, by rubbing people out?

- Listen to me, without me you'll never find out

who killed your brother.

- What do you think I need you?

- Yeah I do.

You ain't been on the road a long time you know G.

Shit's changed bro.

- And I did that for Tukka.

So this day wouldn't come.

- Well let me tell you something yeah,

maybe if you'd stayed around, Tukka'd still be here.

- And I'm done with ya, yeah.

Done.

- How'd you know I was here?

- Come on bro, you had these rows boxed up fine.

What happened G?

- I can't keep cleaning your mess up no more mate.

- Shhh. - You've gone legitimate.

I'm still out here in the streets friend.

I got to eat somehow, someway innit?

- I understand all that, but right about now,

all I'm concerned about is Tukka

and what happened to him.

- We'll find out everything we need to find out.

I got issue that's on all 24/7,

if anybody knows anything, I guarantee he will.

- Are you sure he ain't another little raise?

- Come on bro, give me the benefit of the doubt

at least, man.

- So what's he ready now?

- Come bro.

- Good seeing you brother.

- What's going on, G?

- Good bro. - Good dogs.

- You remember that youth that got shot over there?

- He remind me from up there.

- This is his big brother ain't it.

- Okay, okay. What's going on friend, we cool?

- Do I look cool to you?

- Who the fuck you talking,

hey talk to this geezer, make him learn manners bro.

- Who the fuck killed my brother bro...

- What the fuck (speaks foreign language)

- Don't fuck me bro, I'll burn ya.

- Calm down. We came here for information.

He's got info in him.

- Well right now to be blunt, it was Diesal innit.

He looked down (mumbles in foreign language)

- You best not be telling shit you know.

- But you think I need to lie to you, dickhead.

- Listen, I'll fuck you...

- Slap this geezer!

- Go on, innit!

- Calm down man.

My brother, well that's something innit?

- Rebound to me.

- You know my life's turning shit innit Thuggy?

- Hold on.

Tukka phoned me on that day you know.

He said he bought two ounces of coke off Diesal.

- Tukka phoned you.

And you're telling me this now.

- I'm just putting it together, innit.

- Thuggy, what the fuck bro?

- Yeah all right then.

I know where Diesal is right now.

Let's go and handle our business bro.

- Diesal.

All right listen, we'll go there yeah.

Until we don't know it's official, we're not doing

nothing, listening.

- All right.

As soon as we find out it's official, we murder him.

Come.

♪ ♪

- What's going on out here, though?

Seen any of them fat boys?

- No, but there's a bag of mans in there.

Diesal's lost his head you know?

He thinks Shokka can come around here.

- Yeah how are we doing this?

- As the big man makes a move, make sure you grab him.

Don't worry about nothing. I've got this.

Can I get a ten shot?

- Oy! - Back off.

- I just want a ten shot doll. - Move you little crack head.

- I just want a ten shot. Can I just get a ten shot?

- See if my man don't put a bullet to your head.

- Please can I...

- You think you're going to get away with this?

(groans)

♪ I'm hearing niggas telling stories about my team boy ♪

♪ Somebody's chicks are worried getting honey ♪

♪ Off the trampolines boy ♪

♪ If that was true anytime he wants his money ♪

♪ In my jeans boy ♪

♪ If that was true any time he wants his money ♪

♪ In my jeans boy ♪

♪ There's money in my jeans, in my jeans ♪

♪ Rocky start to the year ♪

♪ Soaps do it here ♪

♪ Who's up in the kitchen ♪

♪ Making the birds disappear ♪

♪ Tempo's over here but text gone where ♪

♪ Feds looked in my flat they don't really care ♪

♪ Hitting lit, shitting bricks ♪

♪ Tell me what you want ♪

♪ You can get a rule ♪

(gunshot rings out)

(blasts echo)

- Yo.

(shots echo)

(dramatic instrumental music)

♪ ♪

(gunshots ricochet)

(shotgun blasts echo)

♪ ♪

- Hey Shokka what the fuck are you doing man?

- You know why I'm here.

- Why the fuck have you come for me?

(shots echo)

(groan)

- What the fuck are you doing Shokka?

- Don't tell shit to me D, I know you dealt with Tukka...

- What do you mean dealt with fucking Tukka?

I helped out your little brother,

'cause you weren't fucking there innit.

- Helped with what, he's dead.

- Listen to me man Shokka,

he put your little brother into the game.

- Don't listen to this fucking snake, bruth.

- So why I left the game I got my little brother involved.

- Listen this guy getting in your fucking head.

- Fuck all this.

(gunshot echoes) - Thuggy what the fuck?

- He's always been a snake.

And always will be a snake bro.

- My heart's telling me it weren't him in it.

We fucking put in time. We all grew up together.

Rolled together.

Have you lost your fucking mind?

- Yeah I have.

And right now I'm about to burn this bitch down.

So stay here if you like.

- Why the fuck don't you listen to me?

- Get the fuck out of here man, Shokka.

Go, bro.

- You know what, do what the fuck you like yeah?

- I made the phone call.

I'm sure, and I'm certain that I heard gunshots.

- Gunshots? - Yes, gunshots.

- Now this is serious.

Are you sure it was gunshots you've heard?

- Yes, I'm sure it was gunshots.

- Where did you hear them coming from?

- From the factory in Grove Street.

- Grove Street? - Yes.

- We need to call this in.

- This is PC Bruce number 10026.

We've had reports of gunshots fired at Grove Street.

I repeat, we've had reports of gunshots

fired at Grove Street.

Requesting an immediate armed response unit.

Over.

- Thank you for your help.

We're going to need a statement from you.

- Who's that Tukka? - Guess what blood.

Man just picked up a k of coke still.

- Saying you've got a full one there?

- You know how it is, cuz.

Making movements, you get me?

- So who are you working for?

- Yo, you know that Diesal, innit?

- Diesal.

Man know you're working with Diesal or not,

is this serious, brother?

- Nah bro, don't get it twisted.

He's cool like that, trust me.

- If it's different then bring me in on it.

- I hear that still.

I'm just going to go in about two hours

to that Albury place yeah.

I'm going to meet you there if you meet me.

- Yeah, make sure you know.

- I heard that family yeah, cool, peace.

(hip-hop music)

- Yo Trims, it's a little move innit.

Don't fuck it up and grab the burner

and go meet the shoot by the Albury luxe at 6:00 o'clock.

Yeah.

Right, cool.

- Hey what's good bro?

Oh where the fuck's the food bro?

- But I ain't got no food!

- What the fuck you on about, brother?

I know you have food on you, where is it?

- Back off man!

- Like I say if you don't back it out,

I'm going to sink one right in your fucking skull.

Back out blood.

Fucks, back it out bro.

(speaks foreign language)

- [Voiceover] No fuck-ups.

- Fucking Diesal.

♪ ♪

(grunting and groaning)

♪ ♪

(gunshots echo)

- See from this date onwards,

any needle substance sold in the city

will come from our camp.

Do you want to know why?

Sometimes in business you got to eliminate

the competition, and guess what we've done.

Eliminated all the fucking competition.

- Right then fam, it's a fucking takeover, bloody mad.

- Let me ask you something though.

Why the fuck did you kill Tukka?

- What the fuck do you mean why the fuck

did I kill Tukka blood?

After the man tried to drop me from behind fam,

are you fucking mad?

Listen I'm glad I sinked one in the dickhead's head.

- Listen to me, this problem little use innit.

I gave you simple instructions.

I says to you, take the burner,

back it on him, scare him,

and take the drugs.

- Look whatever bro, whatever.

- Let me tell you something,

I eliminate problems, innit.

So you see, if this situation,

or you, become a problem,

remember what the fuck I do, innit.

- Blood so you gonna lit me?

So what the fuck about Shokka?

- Shokka can get it to and it.

Fuck everybody B.

- You...

You supposed to be my boy, fam.

- I am your boy, man.

- So why you got my little brother killed?

16-year-old kid.

- Remember we was young.

We had to do what we had to do to survive, innit?

There's consequences and repercussions,

and Tukka's no exception to them.

- That's my brother. That's my brother you know.

- Your little brother's fallen in love with the road,

isn't he? He lived by the road,

you die by the road, 'cause that's what

the road brings, innit?

- You know what?

- (shouting)

(gunshots ring out)

(action instrumental music)

♪ ♪

(alarm sounds)

- [Assistant] Are you okay? - [Man] Oy!

(shot rings out) - (screams)

(alarm sounds)

(dramatic instrumental music)

♪ ♪

(crash)

(grunts and groans)

♪ ♪

- You're the fucking boss man, yeah.

(grunts)

(timber splintering)

- I told you, I'm king of the fucking roads.

Do you want to play some more, do ya?

Come on Shokka,

come out to play.

(splintering of glass)

- King, yeah?

- (roars)

(dramatic instrumental music)

♪ ♪

(thud)

- What are you going to do, shoot me?

- Why mate?

- His shooting was an accident, bro.

- Accident what Thuggy,

you followed that boy as an accident?

- Didn't mean to kill him, bro.

- Brother, you know I do everything for you.

- You left me a fucked fam.

- So why's this about money?

- The principle, B.

- What principle have you got?

But you've got no principles.

- What are you going to do? Kill me, huh?

Shoot me then, bro.

Shoot me!

- You're not worth it.

You not worth it.

- See you in hell.

(gunshot echoes)

(sirens blare)

(slow instrumental music)

♪ ♪

(up-tempo music)

♪ ♪

(hip-hop music)

♪ ♪