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I grew up in a dark corner of this city with nothing and no one.

When you have to take shit from people who have nothing,

beat off rats who want to share your bed,

and go without dinner because both parents are on the dole,

and on the pipe...

well... you grow up hungry.

Born with nothing makes you hungry for everything.

Praise.

Love.

Home.

Now I had everything.

But there is one thing that people with everything never have.

Enough.

Mr. Somerville.

Hi. Superintendent Luke Holborn here, Metropolitan Police.

I'm heading up our investigation into Sanguis Meridian.

I'm told you called in with some sensitive information

regarding their international business dealings.

Is that right?

Ok, so Freddie.

Is it ok if I call you Freddie?

That call brought me to Kingston.

Jamaica? A bit sudden.

It's only for a couple of days.

I told myself this one little trip could mean big things.

A step up in the ranks.

A rise above the shadows.

But then I met you, Millie.

Yes, Super will be giving a statement about the Somerville murders

to the press imminently.

Any clue why a photo of Romeo Lawrence is on Leddick's phone?

Shouldn't that be with forensics?

It was.

All protocols followed. Forensics has looked at it.

The asshole had a folder full of deleted pictures.

Turns out, Leddick Somerville is neck deep in Romeo's abduction.

A whole room of white people gunned down

and you think the press give a shit about some missing Black boy?

It's mad you've not considered they might be related.

Super?

The Gleaner on line one looking for comment.

Commissioner on line two.

Why did Leddick kidnap Romeo?

Why do you think I know anything?

Remind me why you're here again?

We're about to talk to the press

in the middle of the night

and I am not going out there to make a fool of myself

because you're holding something back.

We need to be sharing information here, Superintendent.

All we have is what Freddie's given us.

A few key details on UK crime syndicate Sanguis Meridian.

Such as?

Freddie claimed he had solid information

that the Somervilles were helping

to launder money for Sanguis.

Started out in drugs but been diversifying ever since.

It's hardly anything you can share with the Jamaican press.

- Super? - What?

Minister on line one, Commissioner on line two. Again.

I knew the Somervilles were covered in shit.

Look, I'm not here to impede anything.

But we're looking into the same people here.

And we've been following this gang for months

and nothing ties this kid to them.

Waste of my damn time.

Ma'am. Black and I both need Freddie alive.

I need him to testify

and she needs to question him and Janet about the boy.

Makes sense for us to partner.

Black.

Tie Freddie to a crime committed on Jamaican soil,

I'll hold him as long as it takes to find Romeo.

Freddie's running out of places to hide.

I'll find him. And Janet.

- Hey. - About Holborn.

Anything yet?

Looks kosher.

Sort of boss we wouldn't have minded.

Fair.

Does his homework.

Plays by the rules.

Dicks like him wrote the rules.

How are you?

For real.

Partner in hospital.

And my sister would rather live in a gutter than with me.

So you know. The usual.

Jesus, Millie.

Now these fuckers are partnering me

with a fucking Met officer...

Well, I wouldn't want to be in his shoes.

Yeah, you should probably give him some tips.

So you're sure he's ok?

Yeah, 'fraid so.

I mean, it's legend round here how he took

down a multi-million pound drug ring.

Okay.

Thanks, Meera.

Take care of yourself.

Jesus. I wouldn't send my garbage man to this place.

Nobody ever ask any questions here.

Bomboclaat barmaid taking us to some fuck shop?

This really the best we could do?

Da fuck, Janet?

I didn't know who else to trust.

Honey, it's alright -

Shut the fuck up.

She save your backside calling me.

But a barmaid like me will leave your ass out to dry

if you think you have someplace better, rich boy.

Daddy Somerville gone.

No one else gonna bail you out of this shit you in.

Careful how you speak to me.

You forget Pinky on Somerville property.

You don't even have a proper lease.

No, but I can get you a boat you can take to Cuba,

if you sign the deed of Hot Pinky over to me.

Freddie...

There's a hit out on you and even Babylon closing in.

The way me see it?

The only thing coming between a bullet and your fucking head, is me.

I'll get that deed.

Your room is down the hall.

Let's hope this Somerville lawyer's a real lead.

He picked up Janet from JPF.

He's protecting the family.

He'll know something.

He lives in this place?

What are you? A real estate agent?

Thanks, but too much milk.

Noted.

Cricket...

That little boy going be the next Courtney Walsh, Papa.

More of a football fan myself.

This about the Somerville murder?

Why you ask?

It's all over the news.

And Mr. Heywood look shook up today.

He's upstairs?

Too late.

He left at the crack of dawn.

Seemed in a big hurry. Try his office.

He knew we'd come looking for him. He is in on this.

Shit.

Bastard's destroying evidence.

Call 1-1-0. We need to grab all we can.

What you doing, Black? Don't be -

Hi, hello yeah...I'm at an office block on...I don't know.

Millie, what's the -

For fuck's sake.

No swelling or blistering.

O2 levels currently stable.

Hey, take it slow.

Hiya, are you ok?

Yeah.

Hey, was anything salvageable?

There was a hard drive.

It's too early to tell.

You're lucky he took you out when he did.

For fuck's sake, tell me you didn't give me mouth to mouth.

Wow Luke, thanks for saving my life?

Was it? Sorry I didn't quite -

Who was that?

It's just London wanting updates.

I put out an APB on Heywood.

Anything pops up, we'll be the first to hear about it.

You think it's safe to go back in?

Let salvage do their job.

I don't want to have to do that again, so can we please just, oh -

- You alright? - Yep. Yep, I'm fine.

Yeah?

Hospital?

I have a better idea.

You know smoke inhalation left untreated can be fatal?

- Yeah. - Yeah, thought so.

What?

Ok, yeah - now I know you are definitely an android

because real Brits would get their heads blown off by that.

Yeah, well I am sweating though, finally.

So.

The photos on Heywood's wall

was like a who's who of the Jamaican upper class.

We had Clint Donovan who's a politician,

Patterson Campbell who owns NTK bank,

and Leddick Somerville who we know about.

All men, of course.

Old boys' club alive and well then?

I mean, you'd know.

You think white means posh.

Trust, I grew up poorer than you.

And look how far you've come.

Hey Curtis.

Have you been discharged from hospital yet?

Ok, good. Good.

Is Daniel going in today?

Look, there's a hard drive in salvage. I need to -

The Somerville lawyer. Heywood.

He tried to destroy evidence and now he's missing.

Yeah.

Well, there's something there, Curtis. I can't wait for Forensics.

Cheers.

I've gotta go home, stink of smoke.

You can get a cab, right?

In another world I think we'd be friends, Millie.

But you don't trust me because when you look at me you recognize

the raw empty places we both try and fill up with this fucking job.

Hey, Millie need a favor.

You shouldn't be out of bed.

I'm fine.

I need you to stop by salvage when you go into work.

Who's in Vancouver?

Us... maybe.

We have Costa Rica booked.

Not for holiday.

Daniel.

You the one who always telling me that change is happening here.

Nobody showed up Curtis.

At the hospital.

Nobody.

So we go to Canada? To do what,

turn Mountie and ride moose?

To live our lives out in the open.

You know how hard I work to build a normal life.

You mean how hard you work to pass.

I don't need to wave no rainbow flag from some float to live my life.

Of course, you not one of us sissy faggots.

You're Officer Normal.

So how come nobody from the JPF came

to visit you in the bloodclaat hospital?

Millie came.

With her hand out. As usual.

Hey, hey, baby.

Baby.

Nothing's changed.

The fuck happened to you?

I wasn't sure you'd still be here.

Bitch, chill.

What?

You know?

You're so very close to being pretty.

I should've been born the big sister.

It's wasted on you.

Tonight I'm getting you dinner.

I need to go to... the Gully.

Deltreece's Nine Night is tonight.

And the girls getting ready for it.

But you're coming back, right?

You'll give Deltreece a proper send off

and call me after. I'll come get you.

Millie, you know I can't come back to this house.

I phoned the estate agent.

The Gully is my home.

I built a family there and

I have little sisters that need me.

Come on, Bis.

You are the big sister.

You're supposed to know.

Are you sure that's going to be enough?

You think you're Jesus and we feeding the five thousand?

This plenty.

You're gonna be okay?

Yeah.

I have my work. Curtis will come through.

Why you don't go see him?

I might.

Better yet, call Richie too.

I'm sure Curtis would love to meet Mr. Big Dick Energy.

Could happen.

Alright, goodie. Go get yuh some goodaz.

Leave me.

Hey.

How you doing?

You got plans tonight?

Do you want to come and meet my partner? Properly this time?

So, she just invite herself and the boyfriend over last minute?

Hey. Behave. She tryin'.

Bombo. Damn.

She no bring him?

She bring him, alright.

Hey. Behave yourself.

Come, come open the door.

We goin' need more food than this.

Right, shall I get a chicken? And the -

Oh guys, just stop making a fuss. It's fine.

Stop fussing, right?

I think this calls for a cocktail.

Oh god.

Bobsled.

Bahama Mama.

Mojito.

If you say Sex on the Beach, I will slap you.

Just give the man a Red Stripe, please.

Beer is fine, boys.

You need help?

What's your secret, Richie?

Me know this woman a whole year.

And she usually keep her booty to herself.

This is none of your damn business.

Alright.

So, how's the Brit?

You know you're the only person I can tolerate.

More like I'm the only person that can tolerate you.

You have to big the man up for saving you from the fire.

He what?

What did you do?

I stopped the destruction of evidence.

You close on that hard drive?

I'm working on it.

I thought this was a social call.

So, Richie.

A straight man running a gay bar.

I run a bar for everybody.

Get Millie to bring you sometime.

I'm so there, my boy.

Sounds like I've got competition.

Shut up, Curtis.

Who's going to be your competition, him?

Alright.

Wait, wait, wait.

Family... connection... we ache for it.

And yet, it can never satisfy us because deep down

no matter how far we come or how many arrests we make, you and I...

we know we don't deserve it.

You broke protocol. On a case involving Scotland Yard.

After I explicitly warned you not to.

You're jeopardizing your career and mine.

Okay, but Curtis came through.

He found a string of accounts, shell companies, flight info -

Curtis is on leave recovering from a gunshot wound

because you refused to wait for backup.

He should not be working, let alone tampering

with evidence you've stolen from salvage.

How many excuses you think I can make for you?

Look, I can find Romeo, Super.

I believe you can, but not if we're both fired.

Do what you've got to do.

Come on. We're going to the airport.

Ok, so Heywood just flew to the Virgin Islands yesterday

to empty his accounts.

Well, no. He's en route to Venezuela.

No extradition.

And you think that's where Freddie is?

Well, Freddie hasn't touched his own accounts, but

all of these companies are registered to Heywood.

So some of it is bound to be Somerville money.

And if Freddie has bought a flight?

Then we still have a chance of intercepting him.

No Janet Fenton or Frederick Somerville on our list.

Have any of these companies purchased flights?

Yes.

Blue Ridge Holdings

right here. And this one, Somertime Tours.

Ok, so if it's not Freddie -

Well, maybe he and Janet are traveling under aliases.

Actually, all of these companies are showing up in our system as

having made recent purchases.

Not just for two people, few tickets each time.

Different flights.

Does your airline keeps scans of passports for international flights?

Yes.

What, can you print all of them for us?

You've got two phones.

One's for work, one's for family.

I was only supposed to be in and out.

I've missed my daughter's dance recital, so it's not all bad.

You're trying to convince me you're human?

Yeah. Is it working?

No. How old?

Four.

Cute age.

Is it?

I thought that's just what people say.

Yeah yeah, maybe if your four year old's not a tiny dictator.

No, no she's, she's an amazing kid.

Less milk.

Yep. I mean, it's better.

Thanks.

Here.

Anthony Mantel?

Who's that?

Fuck, this... is the kid.

That's Romeo.

Ten days ago, Romeo Lawrence flew from Kingston to London

with a British passport under the name Anthony Mantel.

Paid for by Clear Fields Foundation.

London?

Clear Fields is one of a network of shell companies.

Facilitated by Heywood, Somerville owned.

Sharon Ortez, found dead in Regents Canal, London, two years ago.

From St. Andrew Parish.

Misdemeanors in soliciting.

Reported missing by a few of her colleagues,

but who takes working girls seriously?

Joy Applegate, in prison for theft at HMP Downview, Surrey.

She told her arresting officers that she'd been held against her will

and they'd taken her passport.

But no evidence? NFA'd.

She's currently awaiting deportation back to Jamaica.

And her brother Leon Douglas,

still missing.

Remi Taveres, found beaten to death in Hackney Marshes, East London.

His dad from two streets away

reported him missing every day for six months,

until he had a stroke and had to get checked into hospital.

Now I looked into that one myself.

I looked for him, I did.

So all these were sent to London by the Somervilles?

Yeah, yeah, we thought it was just money moving between this network.

Counterfeit, dirty money. But it looks like -

Human trafficking.

Romeo was the only one with an alias.

The others used their own passports. It's better deniability.

Yeah look, we're not yet sure that it's him.

It's a British passport. We have to run -

Sure, 'cause all little Black boys look the same.

Slave trade didn't end. It just evolved.

Is he the only kid?

Good job.

Both of you.

Look, I have to say, ma'am, it was all Black.

Extraordinary police work.

Good job, Millie.

I'll head over to the Lawrences.

London? What you doing here then?

Go find him.

They told me not to call.

Let him settle.

I wanted to go with him.

I will find him.

And I will bring him back.

Anything from London yet?

It's early days.

I've got to tell Curtis. He was on some of these cases.

I feel bad about something. I have to... come clean.

If you're not going to give me the time with Freddie,

please can you not waste my time -

Oh no, no. It's nothing to do with this case.

I had them send me the report.

The one they did after Victor Adebanjo.

I wanted to know who I was working with.

It's compelling.

It's comprehensive.

You did everything right. You should know that.

And I'm sorry that happened to you.

I think about Victor every day.

Let's not lose Romeo.

I won't be long.

Janet and Freddie on their way to the harbor.

Nobody follow.

You grow all this.

And now you have the deed to go with it.

Paper don't mean shit if Freddie can come back and make trouble.

I'm protecting this.

As for Freddie?

Man gonna get what him deserve.

I'll make sure of that.

Shit, I remember Leon Douglas.

Sharon Ortez, I read her reports.

Missing persons no Jamaican cop

was ever goin' find in the UK.

Thank you for your help.

You can thank Daniel for raiding salvage

by bringing your bartender over more often.

You really think he's that good looking?

What, you don't?

Daniel's happy to take him off your hands.

Millie Black.

Hit Girl here.

Yeah.

Freddie Somerville's on him way to the harbor with Janet.

Are you sure?

Yeah man, them heading to Cuba.

Yeah, but how do you know that?

Him come over here screaming for the rent and running him mouth to Janet.

Ok, thanks.

Who was that?

Our friend from the Pinky.

Freddie and Janet are getting a boat out.

Freddie and Janet are heading to the harbor.

Don't.

They go down there all guns blazing,

we lose Freddie and your chance of finding Romeo.

What is it with you and that bloodclaat teddybear?

When you going to grow up, girl?

You never had a problem with mi age

when you were pulling up my school uniform, though.

What?

Nothing.

A surprise. I'll tell you later.

Hey, what is the progress on the harbor operation

to bring in Freddie Somerville?

Nothing on the radio.

Nothing.

No, no. My mistake.

Shit, fuck this.

She gonna get somebody killed.

Herself most likely.

Don't even think about it.

She need back up.

She didn't fucking call it in.

Then she made her bed.

What the fuck you doing?

Listen to me and listen good.

You step one foot outside that door, Curtis,

and you better pray to Father God you die behind that bitch

because you better not limp yourself back here.

How close are you to the harbor?

Hello.

You see a white man?

Young girl?

Come on.

I've found them.

Dock 40.

Come on.

Start the engine.

Hey. Janet.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Get off.

Please.

I just want to talk.

Get the fuck off.

You need to tell me where Romeo is.

We don't know.

If anything happens to him,

you're gonna be in a lot more trouble than you are now.

I am the good guy here.

I'm the only one who said no to the little boy.

Stennet?

Where are they?

Curtis called.

Dock 40. This side.

Just tell me where Romeo is and I'll go. I promise.

- Shoot her. - What?

No, no, wait, wait, wait. Look.

Shoot her and we'll be in Cuba by tomorrow. Let's go.

Janet please. Look, Freddie.

Put the gun down.

- I can call Luke Holborn. - Don't.

Your deal with him still stands.

If you tell me what I need to know about the boy,

I can call him, have him take you to London.

Don't fucking call him.

Luke Holborn?

Who the fuck do you think I'm running from?

We should hang back. It's volatile.

Somerville armed.

Holding Black hostage.

Send SWAT.

Holborn is a part of them.

Ain't no escaping them.

Who?

He called me to my parents' estate.

Five minutes after I am supposed to arrive, everybody dead.

Soon as I talk to that man, my life turn upside down.

People dropping dead left and right.

Freddie shut up.

Fuck he's freaking out.

You're going to end up with a dead cop.

No clear shot.

It's your call, Officer.

You know how this is going to end.

Go please, and stop pretending like you can help us.

Please. If you tell me where Romeo is I will go, ok?

If anything happens to her I will make sure the entire JPF

knows that you had the shot and you didn't take it.

What do Sanguis Meridian want with a kid?

Take it.

Not safe.

That's what I want to know.

Ahmed told me he's for somebody else, not them.

Who's Ahmed?

And who do they want Romeo for?

- Just shoot her. - Lindo.

Take the fucking shot.

In another world, we may have been friends

but in this world?

I'm just another shadow at your door.

Here's the thing about a shadow.

Sometimes he's ahead of you

and you can never catch him.

And sometimes he's behind you.

Shit. Even Leddick.

But no sign of Janet.

And we missed Freddie again.

What a fucking shit show.

I need to phone this into the Met.

And you never see him coming.