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(Car accelerating)

(Suspenseful music)

(Car tyres screeching)

(Heavy patter of rain)

(Car doors slamming shut)

(Windscreen wipers swishing)

(Clink of keys)

(Truck beeping)

(Truck door clattering)

- (Thuds) - (Frantic background speech)

(Dramatic music)

(Basem) Hakim, we'll need to distribute the guns tomorrow,

and guard them for now.

(Heavy patter of rain)

Marco, Medhi, you're staying.

Basem will call you first thing.

I'll stay too. Not a problem.

(Truck doors slam shut)

(Whispers) Get the fuck out of here.

(Vehicle doors shutting)

(Vehicle engine starting)

(Vehicles accelerating away)

(Keys jangling)

(Chuckling) Do it like Uncle Basem. Go on.

Let's go.

Cheers.

(Algerian music playing in the background)

Whoa!

(Chuckling)

The fuck are you doing?

Check this.

You putting it back together?

No? Don't think so... (Laughter)

Wow, wow, wow.

- (Guns cocking) - (Footsteps)

(Suspenseful music)

(Georgian gangster) Stay seated.

(Dramatic music)

Okay.

I see you Algerians are busy so this will take only a few minutes.

(Cocking gun)

One of you can walk away. Okay?

(Whistles) Off, you can go.

(Gunshot)

(Groan)

(Medhi whispering prayer)

(Gun parts snapping into place)

Who sold you this?

No? Okay.

Swallow, please.

Ah.

Ah...

Ah.

Swallow. Yes?

(Gulping)

(Gagging)

Again, please.

(Koba) Mm.

(Faz gulping and spluttering)

- (Koba) Just one more. - (Faz gagging and moaning)

(Gulping)

Yes...

(Moaning and gagging)

(Cocking gun)

(Koba) It's okay. It's okay.

Ask him if he knows who sold you the guns.

No answer, you shoot. You go free. I promise.

We don't know anything... I swear we don't!

(Koba) So shoot. Three...

- (Marco) We don't know anything! - (Koba) Two...

One...

(Dramatic music builds)

(Gunshot)

(Discordant music)

(Faz breathing heavily)

- (Marco moaning) - (Blood squirting)

Look, I'm here to make the rules now and secrets are a bad thing.

A really very, very bad thing.

Go tell Uncle Basem.

- Tell him Koba says so. Mm? - (Faz quivering)

Go.

Go...

(Shouting) Go!

(Georgian gangsters laughing in the background)

(Whir of washing machine)

(Suspenseful music)

(Water sloshing)

(Muffled shouting)

(Gunshot)

(Women crying)

(Shouting)

(Anguished groan)

(Stabbing noises)

(Gunshot)

(Shouting)

(Gunshots)

(Music builds)

(Bellowing)

(Glass table smashing)

(Clatter of smashed glass)

(Groans)

(Cocking gun)

- (Elliot grunting) - (Abdullah Shafak grunting)

(Sequins clattering)

(Thud)

(Abdullah choking)

(Suspenseful music builds)

(Discordant music)

(Music stops)

(Elliot gasping and coughing)

(Quiet suspenseful music)

(Phone camera shutter)

(Paper rustling)

(Eerie music)

(Distant sirens)

(Music builds)

(Alex) This is my city.

(Quiet dramatic music)

This is my city.

This is my city.

(Sniffs)

This is my city. I was born on these streets. They're inside me.

I've seen them change from year to year

and I know this city's heartbeat because it's here.

I feel it.

Your startup is looking for 100 million.

My competitors will offer you the moon.

Some will throw in a few stars

but I'm the only one that can join this... to this.

Plus... a buy-in of 200 million.

- (Champagne cork pops) - Thank you for your trust.

Thank you.

(Soft jazz music in the background)

(Muffled chatter)

2 minutes. Help yourselves to drinks, yeah?

I'm early.

(Alex) Abdullah Shafak, one of my clients, was killed in Turkey last night.

Were you aware?

(Asif) The 200 million you laundered for Shafak wasn't his to give,

nor was it yours to invest elsewhere.

Our investors would like it back. Does it give you any trouble?

Nothing I can't handle.

You're worried your new friends will see who they're dealing with.

They're dealing with Dumani Finances. Clean funds all the way.

- Ignorance is bliss. - And I don't like surprises,

so next time something like this needs to happen, how about you tell me?

Reasonable.

Remember, though, everyone thought

that the Wallaces would take you down with them.

I never doubted you.

I remember everything.

(Suspenseful music)

Let me know when you've transferred the funds.

(Suspenseful music fades)

(Tap running)

(Clapping)

(Exhales deeply)

(Sean in a muffled whisper) Alex...

Alex... Help me.

(Dramatic music)

(Loud clattering)

(Music stops)

Oh, excuse me.

(Sniffs)

(Quiet suspenseful music)

(Muffled chatter)

(Basem) Can you fix this, Ed?

It's a bit late for that, don't you think?

Can you fix it?

(Knocking)

(Asif) I appreciate your presence here

so that we can sort out this unnecessary mess.

Who chose this shithole?

I think you all know his name by now.

Koba.

Don't forget why he was invited to London.

If the bodies were not piling up on the streets,

if you would have listened to the warnings,

there would be no need for Koba.

I've given them my word.

The Investors asked for order

and order is what I'm giving them.

I expect you all to fall in line.

(Suspenseful music)

(Car door slams loudly)

(Thud)

(Clatter of guns)

(Exhales)

Would you mind standing, please?

(Basem grunts)

(Koba) Some of you may know Mr Soudani.

You haven't seen them round this table

but today he's here to help.

Who sold you this?

It was a blind deal.

Ooh! Exciting. Tell me about that.

Er... No names, no faces. And er... payment was off-shore.

(Koba) Good. Very good.

Exactly what I would do, if I wanted to insult Mr Afridi.

If I wanted to make a fool of me.

That's what I would do.

Boss here said this.

Nobody sells guns in this city except me.

Which bit of that was fuzzy? Which bit didn't add up?

You owe a debt to myself, to Mr Afridi. Yes?

But that's for later.

Business has rules.

I see they are followed.

Our friend here made a mistake. He knows that.

But whoever sold these guns doesn't want rules.

They think they are special.

Shall I tell you who else thought they were special?

Finn Wallace.

His lunatic son.

Do they sit with us now?

Ed Dumani knows what I'm talking about.

Did he make mistakes back then? Maybe so.

But he understands things had to change.

There's a future for you, right, Edward?

And your son, Alex.

Somebody here wants to start a war.

One they cannot win.

I gave Mr Afridi my word.

I will find you.

And you will make amends.

(Loud bang)

(Dramatic music)

(Watch fastening clicking)

(Koba sighs)

(Ed) He doesn't know the first thing about this city.

(Asif) Why do you think I chose him?

No affiliations.

- He's a clean skin. - He's a wind-up.

Help me find out who's behind the guns.

These people still listen to Ed Dumani... don't they?

(Music fades)

- (Muffled chatter) - (Hum of traffic)

(Groaning)

(Munching)

(Groaning)

(Basem) Such a tragedy. His family is waiting.

(Groaning)

Blessings be upon you. Marco was a good boy.

Faz, help me get this down... Faz?

(Tea being poured)

(Music fades)

(Indistinct Algerian Arabic speech)

(Saba) They're saying it's a car accident?

Wasn't that, was it?

(Subdued music)

Faz.

What's going on? Huh? What?

- You knew, innit? - What you talking about?

You knew Koba was coming. That's why you didn't want me there.

All right. Let's go and tell Marco's little daughters what happened.

That big man Faz blew Marco's fucking brains out to save his own skin.

Look at me. Basem doesn't know what day it is.

He's got us in the wrong fucking sight.

Now we got to cover for that Albanian prick.

We just arrived.

Yeah, the removal guys are here too.

Okay, come tonight. We'd love to see you.

No problem, no.

(Gentle orchestral music plays in the background)

No socks on the shiny stairs.

We just arrived.

(Kiss)

(Sighs)

From Saranda. They're coming over this afternoon.

But we said tomorrow, right?

What, so I say don't come? She's too excited.

Zamir's bringing his guitar.

(Laughs)

My sweetheart.

(Suspenseful music)

(Suspenseful music fades)

My sister-in-law made that.

Thank you.

Nice place.

Thank you.

Basem did a fantastic cover-up job.

What are you talking about? (Sigh)

Luan, I know you sold him those guns.

- And who am I talking to? - I'm here to help you.

Help me... or yourself?

You choose sides so fast.

That kind of weaponry is unprecedented.

My partners need to defend themselves.

I need to defend myself.

So you're plotting a war?

I know how volatile things are right now but that's not good for anyone's business.

Heroin is my business now.

I've always used my own suppliers.

Trusted, productive people from back home.

Now Koba wants me to buy from Asif.

Only him.

Do you know why?

So he can control me.

I won't do it.

Because next time he's gonna come around,

it's not my supply he'll want. It's my profit.

And he already got his boot on my neck.

This is not how we do business

- in this city. - (Slam)

What if I offer you reassurances?

From Koba? (Scoffs)

- Bullshit. - From the Investors.

I'm not gonna lay down and beg like the others.

Then you're going to have to give something in return, Luan.

Who supplied those guns?

First things first.

Talk to the Investors. I need guarantees.

I'm glad you're listening.

Thinking about all this.

All this is why I fight.

(Suspenseful music)

(Mirlinda and children giggling)

(Mirlinda and children exclaim)

(Mirlinda's and children's voices echo)

(Music fades)

(Shower running)

(Heavy breathing)

- (Quiet suspenseful music) - (Glass shard clattering)

(Miss Kane) What's going on Elliot?

You were told to hit Mr Shafak on arrival in his car.

You were late. You were drunk. You drew undue attention to us.

We plan these things. You follow the plan.

Or there are consequences.

We own you and your father, Elliot.

Do you have a problem with that?

(Whispering) No.

(Pills rattling)

Good.

The fee has been released to the usual accounts.

Wait one second...

Did you receive the itinerary?

(Eerie music)

Been a while, hasn't it?

I've let our contacts know you'll be arriving.

The order of things has shifted since you were last there.

Elliot...

I know when you left it was difficult

but don't get distracted by the past.

(Muffled shouting and banging)

(Metallic clang echoes)

(Buzzing)

(Suspenseful music)

(Prison officer) Signature there.

Don't tell my family anything. Understood?

Cop killer!

(Suspenseful music fades)

Espresso, please.

So Luan is distributing the guns. I wish I could say I was surprised.

It's a play for leverage. He needs peace to run his business.

He wants to maintain his own supply. He doesn't want to buy from you.

- It's a good price. - For now.

But Luan's not stupid.

He has a major stake in this town now.

Manpower. Allies. He's not to be underestimated.

What would he settle for?

A guarantee from the Investors.

A degree of independence in return for his loyalty.

And all this nonsense with guns... stops?

And he will tell us who supplied them.

He will. Trust me.

(Asif) Of course. I'll instruct Koba to hold off for now.

But until he gives us his supplier, Luan is on thin ice.

(Muffled rock music in the background)

(Asif) Thank you for looking into this, Ed.

You know, Finn Wallace was an old fool.

But he was smart... when he chose you.

(Soft piano music in the background)

(Chuckles)

(♪ "Screenshot", Swans)

♪ ...no lust, no fear

♪ No mind, no greed, no suffering

- (Loud smash) - Oh, fuck.

♪ No knife, no words, no lie, no cure

♪ No need, no hate, no will, no speech... ♪

(Gunshot)

(Car accelerating away)

(Music intensifies)

(Music fades)

(School bell ringing)

- Bye. - Bye, Danny.

(Quiet suspenseful music)

Here, I'll carry it. How was football.?

- Mum? - Hey. Hi!

Sorry. Excuse me? Ms Dumani?

(Phone vibrating)

Yes?

(Jamya) Mr Dumani. Your daughter, she's taken Danny.

(Ed) Thank you, Jamya.

What should I do? She just...

I'll take it from here.

Shannon's out.

(Ed) I spoke to her lawyer.

The police messed up evidence procedures.

Her case would have fallen apart at trial.

That's the best news.

She told her lawyer not to contact the family.

(Ed) I told her I would get her out once things had calmed down.

She killed a cop, Alex. I don't have a magic wand.

She knew my hands were tied.

She told you she understood. She told me she understood.

That's what we wanted to hear.

What?

She killed that cop to protect us.

Our lives carried on as usual.

Look... She'll come home.

We should celebrate.

I did everything in my power.

- You did. - (Sighs) What a day.

She's back.

We got her back.

This means we can be a family again.

(Suspenseful music builds then fades)

- Uncle Alex. - How you doing, big man? Hey!

Danny, um, I need to speak to Uncle Alex. Take this for me.

Your lawyer told me you were here.

Oh, you paid her? That's nice.

I had to see you. I'm sorry. You can beat me up if you like.

No, don't. Don't. I'm not doing it like that.

- I'll do it however you like. - I want to be with Danny.

So you can go back to your tower and do... whatever it is you do.

Work.

You and Dad decided it's a fuck sight more important than my life.

- Look... - That was the deal you made.

You're right. We gave in.

The people I work for, the Investors,

they didn't want a Dumani walking free on a cop killing.

I'm bad for the brand.

I'm getting us out. Out of all of this.

And I'm so close, Shannon.

Soon I'll have us out of this whole fucking world. I promise.

No more laundering. No more Investors.

I'll take care of all of us.

Everything I'm doing...

I can make this right.

Better than right, I swear.

It's on me now.

I'll sort myself out.

If you do want to help... leave us alone.

(Asif) I hear you're meeting with the Investors tonight

about your start-up financing scheme.

Do you really think that's wise?

Look, like I said before,

this model is completely compatible with what I do for the Investors.

The more it thrives, the better partner I can be for them and their business.

For how long?

Looking at the direction of your travel,

is your plan to escape from them completely?

You need that 200 million for your new business, don't you?

I'm told the Investor concerned would like it passed over to him.

Don't make him wait.

I've made more money for them than anyone in this city.

We were attacked today, Alex. It's not a good time for negotiations.

Pretty sure I know how they think.

Maybe even better than you. All due respect.

(Laughs)

Forgive me.

You think clean money means a clean soul?

What happened to Sean, to your family... it was just business.

Fuck you.

You've bitten the hand that feeds you.

Don't be surprised if it bites you back.

You should have let me handle this.

Good luck with your meeting.

(Suspenseful music)

(Suspenseful music continues)

(Car unlocking beep)

(Car engine starting)

(Dramatic music)

(Car accelerating)

(Music builds)

Hold off on the next delivery. There is an issue on my end.

Everything is okay.

I'll share details later.

(Sigh)

Please confirm no delivery. I'll wait for a call.

(Mirlinda humming)

(Gentle music)

Honey.

Hey.

(Laughter)

(Knocking)

Save me a slice, yeah?

(Bag unzipping)

(Bag zipping shut)

(Music fades)

(Sniffs) Uh, I'm expecting guests so send them up to the terrace.

(Quiet suspenseful music)

(Scraping)

(Snorting)

(Phone vibrating)

Asif.

Ed...

The Investors have made it clear.

Anyone who acts out of line is to be dealt with.

Zero tolerance.

I'm sorry but my hands are tied,

(Mirlinda) Luan. What's wrong?

(Deep exhale)

(Sniff)

(Distorted music)

Who are we talking about?

(Cocking gun)

(Music quietens)

Just put it down and we'll talk.

Sit.

You're working for them?

That's almost funny. (Light chuckle)

Fuck!

You killed Sean for them? You fucking snake.

- I didn't have a choice. - Poor Elliot.

You know, you're only here because they wanted you here.

And now they don't. Too much of a liability.

What the fuck are you waiting for?

(Deep inhale)

(Gun clicks)

(Music fades)

(Contemplative melancholic music)

Our bosses. Years of incrimination.

Years of wrongdoing. It's all there.

- Sean gave you this? - Can't go to the police.

Courts. Media. The Investors own it all.

But with you, this...

this is how we get out.

You want to blackmail the Investors?

And you'll know how. Better than anyone.

I can't do this by myself, Alex. I've tried.

But you know who to contact. Make a deal.

Think about it.

My father. Your family. Both of us.

This will keep us safe, all right?

Was there anything I could have done...

to save Sean?

No.

No.

Open your laptop. Look at these files.

Please, Alex.

They'll find me. They'll kill my family.

I can't allow that to happen.

Go to Shannon. She needs you.

What?

Watch over my father.

No, Alex! Stop!

You can't beat them.

No! No! No... Alex!

(Melancholic music fades)

(Voicemail) You have no new messages.

(Sigh)

(Clattering)

(Fastening jar lid)

(Food packaging rustling)

(Dog barking in the distance)

(Dog barking loudly)

Zeus. What's up, my boy?

You want some cheese?

Come. Come.

Come.

Wanna pee?

Come. Get out.

(Dog barking)

(Chilling music)

(Quivering)

Wake up, girls. Quick...

Papa?

What's happened?

- What's happening? - Nothing.

- What's happening? - Go inside.

- Something's wrong. - Get the girls in first.

Go, babe, go.

Mummy loves you.

(Beeping)

Tell me what's going on.

Quiet, take your sister. What's happening?

- Nothing. - Don't tell me it's nothing...

- Listen to me. - What's going on?

- What's the code to the safe? - The code?

It's your birthday. But tell me what's happen...

(Kiss) Everything's okay. Stay with the girls.

Luan...

(Keypad beeping)

Luan!

(Eerie music)

(Heavy breathing)

(Dog barking)

(Door creaking open)

(Sudden burst of dramatic music)

(Door slamming shut)

(Banging on door)

- (Safe keypad beeping) - (Rapid breathing and gasping)

(Music intensifies)

- (Beep) - (Banging)

(Frantic cries)

(Keypad beeping)

(Gunshots)

(Heavy breathing)

(Music fades)

(Electrical box switch clicking)

(Squeak)

- (Gunshot) - (Vase shattering)

(Distant thud)

(Heavy breathing)

- (Grunt) - (Gunshots)

(Grunting and groaning)

(Choking)

(Assailant groaning)

(Assailant screaming)

(Assailant groaning)

(Loud thud)

(Heavy breathing)

(Melancholic choral classical music)

(♪ "Requiem in D Minor, K 626", Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart)

(Luan) Koba!

(Cocking gun)

(Music stops)

(Muffled screams)

(Muffled echoes of water splashing)

(Quiet eerie music)

(Music intensifies)

(♪ "Requiem in D Minor, K 626", Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart)

(Luan gasping)

Too... late...

(Distant screams of girls)

(Gunshot)

(Alarm beeping)

(Luan) Mirlinda... Mirlinda!

(Melancholic music)

(Girls crying)

Where's Mum? Where's Mum?

(Crying)

(Girls' voices echoing)

(Quiet suspenseful music)

(Phone vibrating)

This is Luan Dushaj. I can't get to the phone right now.

Please leave a message and I'll return your call. Thank you.

(Suspenseful music intensifies)

(Dramatic music)

(Music stops)