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- Nathan?
- Talk to me.

Yeah, it's tonight.
Sternwood is doing it tonight.

Jesus, Max. You finally got him. Where?

- Aberdeen Square.
- Are you sure?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm positive.

Fuck!

Lewinsky?

Sternwood is dangerous.

You're obsessed.
You're not thinking straight.

Listen, backup is on its way.

Don't go in unarmed.
Repeat, do not go in unarmed.

That is an order!

- Paper, sir?
- No.

Paper, sir?

Newspaper, sir?

I'm Joanna McCauley
and I'm your chief flight attendant.

On behalf of Captain Hanna
and the entire crew,

welcome aboard this flight
from London to Reykjavik.

Our flight time will be
two hours and 35 minutes.

We'll be flying
at an altitude of 32,000 feet

and a ground speed
of 500 miles per hour.

Sir, the captain's turned on
the seat-belt signs.

- Sir!
- Get out of the way!

- Dad?
- Ruan?

I'm so sorry, Dad.
I wouldn't have made it.

- Made it back?
- I fucked up.

- What do you mean? What's wrong?
- I fucked up.

I have to go back to the Greigo Mar.

- Greigo Mar? What's that?
- Stay where you are!

If you're in some kind of trouble,
I can have someone...

- Dad, I'm scared.
- Lie on the floor!

Ruan, where are you?

Ruan?

Gun crime
is an election issue this morning.

After last night's shooting
of two young men,

Robert Wiseman,
the Shadow Home Secretary,

has called for the police force
to be fully armed.

Max?

We're late.

Again.

Wow.

The place is looking really homely, Max.

So, Mr Warns, escorting convoys
and guarding VIPs,

your days have gotta be
pretty regimented, haven't they?

Something funny?

I'm wise to you.

- Yeah?
- I can see the path that you're on.

It's like
I'm looking at a grid zone.

All rolled out in little coordinates

and I'm tracking exactly
where you're going with it.

I reel off my old routine,

like the brainwashed robot
that you think I am.

And then you tell me
how unfortunate it is

that someone with my conditioning

doesn't know his exact movements
on Saturday night.

The security guard
patrolling the container yard

said he saw you and a kid
fitting the description of Otis Blake

the night he was murdered.

That's unfortunate.

- He took down your numberplate.
- It means you're fucked.

Oh, well, I told them
and now I'm telling you

that I was with my grandmother.

Doing what?

- I was watching a film.
- What film?

Calamity Jane.

It is a classic.

How's that film end again?

They ride off into the fucking sunset.

Prick.

- Alright, Max?
- Alright, mate.

They wanna see you.

- Max?
- Nathan? Sir.

We all good?

We're letting Warns go.

The security guard who identified him
at the container yard,

he's retracted his statement.

Says he made a mistake.

Warns's grandmother backs up his alibi.
Says she was with him all night.

- Watched a film, Calamity Jane.
- This is bullshit.

I need this arrest more than anyone.

But without hard evidence,
he walks, alright?

So, what, nothing turned up
at the container yard?

Team swept every dock. Found nothing.

You know why he was thrown
out of the army?

- He resigned.
- He was guilty.

The witness has retracted,
the container yard is clean,

and Warns's alibi is solid.

- The decision's already been made, OK?
- Well, the decision's bad.

And so's your attitude.

Oi, why don't you go
and wait inside, yeah?

Go on.

- She's good at her job, you know.
- No, I like her.

She's got the same fire
that you used to have.

- How can you do that?
- What?

- Stand there and not argue your point?
- If I had a point, I'd argue it.

When I asked to work with you,
I thought you'd have my back.

Yeah, look, I've just learned
not to get involved, alright?

You've just learnt
to take it up the arse from Geiger.

Human emotion, my God.

You wanna get a notebook.

Worried I might get ink poisoning?

- It's already infected your tongue.
- At least my arse is still intact.

Juka, what's that about?

Young guy travelling under
the passport of William Morgan

collapses on the runway
at City Airport.

Turns out the real Morgan died
five years ago in a car crash in Essex.

- So what?
- So they check fingerprints.

Turns out that he was arrested
as a kid for shoplifting.

Juka, come on, mate,
my toast's getting cold.

It's Ruan Sternwood.

I'm being asked
a lot of the same questions

so grab pens
cos I'm not repeating it.

Last night, Jacob Sternwood's son,
Ruan Sternwood,

was picked up at City Airport suffering
from a gunshot wound to the stomach.

Ballistics show he was shot
by the same gun as Otis Blake.

But this, this is the icing.

Before Ruan collapsed,
he made a call from a mobile

to a landline in Hella, Iceland.

Right now an SFO unit's making its way

to a remote address
94 kilometres east of Reykjavik.

They'll make entry
at approximately 2200 hours,

and they have been instructed
to shoot to disable.

- It won't work.
- Why?

Cos it won't. They need to hold off.

We gotta let Sternwood think
we haven't clocked on.

Surround the house, take him when
he moves, when he's vulnerable.

- Max!
- Well, say something then.

- No.
- Something you want to add?

No.

Nah.

It won't work.

Er, alright. Erm...

Well, what do you think will work?

Sarah?

Well, Nathan...

You've gotta... hold off.

Wait.

Surround the house and...

...take him
when he's least expecting it.

And if I tell them to hold off

and we turn up and find out
that he's got away, again,

- who's gonna take the flak?
- You pointed the finger last time.

You disobeyed orders,
you paid the price!

If you're such an expert,
why's he still at large

and why is it not you standing up here?

I don't give a fuck
about any of that stuff!

Do you know what, mate? It's your call.

Yeah, it is. And it's done!

Max, this is gonna be hard.
Try not to act too smug.

Innocent people were killed last night.

- I'm not smug about anything.
- You know what I mean.

- I have to see your passport.
- Oh, for God's sake!

I'm Robert Wiseman's campaign manager.
Max. Tell him who I am.

What? Er, no, I've never
seen her before in my life.

And we're trying to establish whether
there's a link between the two cases.

I'll take any questions you may have.

That's two people in a related shooting
and not one lead to show for it.

As I said, we're on top of it.

We're confident it will be resolved
quickly and efficiently.

Thanks.

How do you react
to the Shadow Home Secretary's claims

that we have twice the level of violent
crime committed in the United States?

I'm not going to get involved
in an election campaign.

Suffice to say
whoever takes office on the 21st

needs to ensure the police
have all the resources they need

to carry out their job.

You think what happened
to Sternwood's son will draw him out?

I was shot in the leg, Jane,
not in the head.

Don't I know it?

Armed transport police with Tasers.

Increasing the number of officers
qualified to utilise firearms...

- Don't ask.
- I wasn't gonna.

Next.

Your own figures show
a 17-percent increase in gun crime

in the last 12 months.

I'm not going to get into
a debate about statistics.

If there's no more relevant questions,
I'll bid you all good morning. Thanks.

Tough questions.

I've had worse.

- You ducked them like a pro.
- I'd take that as a compliment,

if you weren't the Shadow Home
Secretary's campaign manager.

We win this election
and you'll get the backing you need.

But for now
the questions will get tougher.

I'm sure you'll spin it
to your own agenda.

The kid at the airport.
Any truth he's Jacob Sternwood's son?

- Where did you get that?
- Come on.

I ran your press for five years.

Could be useful.

- If it's handled well.
- Yeah.

- See you, Jane.
- See you.

I've got a meeting
with the anti-gun lobby. Two minutes.

Max and I
were discussing the Blake case

and we thought there may be
a way in through Ruan Sternwood.

- Didn't we, Max?
- Er, yeah.

Look, I don't know about
the Blake case

but if it was me, and it's not me,

but if it was, I'd put Ruan
in an open hospital. Public.

Man it round the clock. Dangle the hook.
See if Sternwood bites. That's it.

- You think you two are up to this?
- Yeah, of course we are.

- Aren't we?
- Hm-hmm.

- Max.
- He's still reeling from last time.

He was bang on about Iceland,
wasn't he?

Look, I'm...
I'm up to it, alright?

You leave the Blake case to Nathan
and you stay out of his way.

Do you understand?

I take your point.
You get the hospital, but that's all.

- Tom, he's too close to it.
- Nathan, fuck off.

I'm not too close. I'm just over it.

You won't have
a problem then, will you?

D'you want me to start on row two?

- No, just start with the A class, son.
- Yes, boss.

Jesus, Jake. Why don't we just let off
some fireworks while we're at it?

I wouldn't be here if I wasn't
a thousand percent, you know that.

Come here.

- Car was run of the mill?
- It was perfect.

- Took a few knocks?
- We've had worse.

So why did you level the house?

Became just another place to hide.
I'd rather see it burn.

If it's any consolation...
you're looking good.

- Great outdoors.
- Hmm.

What's that?

- Karen says I carry it off.
- Oh, does she now?

You look like Kenny Rogers.

I can shave, but you'll still
look like a bag of smashed crabs.

How is he?

- They've taken him to St Barts.
- And?

Apparently Ruan was involved
in some low-level stuff.

Nothing serious.

But he started hanging around
with a kid called Otis Blake.

All mouth, no muscle.

Ruan raised the cash using the family
name as leverage. Otis did the deals.

And that's where it gets complicated.

Four days ago, Otis is found floating
in the Thames with a bullet in his head.

The next day they pick up Ruan at City
Airport suffering from a gunshot wound.

They know who he is, Jake.

They're gonna make an example of him.
Because of us.

Because of you.

Estover Air,
Beaverbrook Chartered, Conlin Museum,

Sheriff Capital,
Armourers Pacific, Elite Security,

Languard Armoured Trucks twice.

He's created a legend for himself,
I'll give him that.

What?

A man can kidnap, kill, rob,

hurt people,
and he gets called a legend.

Did you do well at school?
You get good marks and all that?

- Yeah.
- Hmm?

Yes.

So you work hard, you do your best,

and I guarantee
you'll get remembered as a nobody.

The only lasting thing
about Jacob Sternwood

should be his fucking prison sentence.

- D'you work here?
- What's that?

Sorry, mate, d'you...
I'm looking for room 45.

- Second door on the right.
- Nice one. Cheers, mate.

- Get down!
- Armed police!

- What are you doing?
- Looking for room 45.

Fuck that. Up you get. Come on.
Who fucking sent you? Who sent you?

- I'm delivering flowers!
- You're lying to me!

I fucking swear!

Can I ask a few questions, sir?
No, it's fine, you're alright.

Oi. Who told you that was room 45?

What? I don't know.
Some tall geezer in a baseball cap.

Move! Move!

Get down!

Max!

Max!

How is he?

We're not gonna walk him out of there.

- Lewinsky's all over him.
- I told you.

You should have killed that prick
when you had the chance.

- D'you know the Greigo Mar?
- Yeah, it's a... hotel.

Ruan mentioned it the night he called.

It was the last thing he said.

Take me there.

- Sorry, excuse me.
- What's going on?

He's gone into cardiac arrest.
Wait outside.

If you let this out,
he'll disappear.

Oi, you just stuck a gun
in a visitor's face.

- They're trying to kick us out of here.
- Alright, look.

Just... let me think. Just...

You keep Sarah and I
posted here, alright?

We'll keep things ticking over.

You release that Ruan's improving.
That'll keep Sternwood in play.

If he thinks he can walk his son out,
he's gonna check the angles.

Tom.

At the very least it'll keep the press
off your back for a couple more days.

Alright, you stay here.

Got it all figured out, haven't you?

He would have checked in
under his mother's name.

Welcome to the Greigo Mar Hotel.

Roy, bring me that penknife.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking... you put it out there,

Ruan Sternwood was staying
at the Greigo Mar Hotel.

And let's see
what comes crawling in.

OK.

Can you hide that somewhere safe?

Yeah.

When you've done that,
go home, kiss your wife.

Don't get involved in this mess.

I was involved
the second he pulled the trigger.

I take it
we're not staying here?

You are. I'm gonna see if that security
guard has been squared off by Sternwood.

What, you think he shot his own son?

No, I think
he's been planning something.

It fucked up
and now he's covering his tracks.

- Can you take a step back?
- What's that supposed to mean?

- Maybe it's not about Jacob Sternwood.
- What else is it about?

Dean Warns, for a start.
And a dead 22-year-old.

Which all lead to Jacob Sternwood.
I've gotta figure out how.

- You? Right.
- Yeah, me.

Catching Sternwood
is not gonna change the past.

It has to!

Or I'm always gonna be that nobody
that got shot in a tunnel

and let him get away with it.

- Listen.
- Don't.

- Please.
- Sarah.

Listen to me.

What went down in that tunnel...
does not make you a nobody.

Hey, trust me.

Concentrate on now.

Cos you're too good at your job
to waste it.

No.

No.

You're still gonna have to stay here
and cover for me.

Didn't anything I just say
make sense to you?

I understood it.
Just don't agree with it.

- I'm coming with you.
- Sarah, I am not fucking asking.

You're staying here.

Fuck off!

So, it's down to you,
whatever you want.

You want it new school or old school?

We roll it new school, I'll get that
shit on Facebook, Twitter, BBM Instant.

That's the way the gospel's
usually spread nowadays. Cyber-styly.

Or you go old school, more orthodox
methods, people on the pavement.

Bookies, dog tracks, runners.
Bit of a nightmare, but I can do it.

Or I can blitz it on both platforms,
but that's pretty much gonna be double.

Do you want me to get rid of this shit?

Ruan Sternwood.
Staying at the Greigo Mar Hotel.

Room 1308.

Just put that out there, OK?

And, Rob.

You mess this one up,
I'll show you fucking old school.

- Don't forget your sandwiches.
- Alright. See you later.

- Get back indoors, it's cold.
- I'm alright. Don't fuss.

Joseph Ojogo?

Alright, wait there.

D'you ever see or hear of
Jacob Sternwood at the container yard?

- No.
- No?

You never met him?
Why did you retract your statement?

You said you saw Dean Warns
with Otis Blake the night he was killed.

- What's changed?
- All you people look the same.

Yeah, look at this. Go on, look at it.

He'll walk free, do it again
and that'll be your fault.

Look, in Nigeria, this is reality.
No one gets justice.

And in this country
you'll go to prison for taking bribes

and pretending something didn't happen.
How's that?

Please. I have a family to support, eh?

A family who I hope to come
and live with me here.

So what are you saying?

I'm saying I don't know
this Jacob Sternwood.

I'm saying when I'm given a new job,
with more money, I don't argue.

- What?
- This may be nothing.

All the informants,

all of them called within half an hour
of each other saying the same thing.

What thing?

They've all heard that Ruan Sternwood
was staying at the Greigo Mar Hotel,

room 1308.

- Money's not here.
- Keep looking.

Fuck you, Bartnick.
What d'you think I'm doing?

Bartnick!

Harvey, go!

Get out of there!

Hold my hand!

Sternwood!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck.

Fuck.

Yeah, thank you.

- If you just wanna sign there.
- Right, whereabouts? Here?

- There you go.
- Nice one, mate.

Thanks.

Hi.

Erm...

- Sarah.
- Luke, erm...

- Luke?
- Yeah.

Luke, erm... I'm in a lot of trouble.

And I was wondering
if you could help me.

Yeah, what is it?

Well, my company's lost
this container

and I was wondering
if you could help me find it.

Yeah. Then, erm, I'm your logistician.

Well, I was hoping
you'd say that.

Erm, what's the name of the company?

SCI Haulage.

Right.

Yeah, if you wanted,
we could, erm, find it together.

I don't know if you know,

but this is actually one of the largest
container yards in Europe...

Max knows I'm here.

Don't do this.

Get off!

Shh. Shh. Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Sarah Hawks. Leave a message.

Sarah, it's Max. Call me.

You ever heard of someone
called Bartnick?

- Who?
- Bartnick?

No.

These two guys,
you know, they scoped the room.

The way they fired their guns,

it's like they were trained,
you know. They...

It was all too practised.

Hey, honey.

Give me the keys, I wanna open up.

- Kids got off to school OK?
- Yeah, fine.

- Hey, Karen.
- Fuck you, Jake.

I don't want this shit in my life again.
D'you understand me?

If it was one of ours, we'd do the same.

If it was one of ours, this never would
have happened in the first place.

I'm hoping this dead policeman
hasn't got anything to do with you.

This government expects
brave officers like Harvey Crown

to go into battle
armed with only a whistle and a baton.

That guy's not dead two minutes;
already you use that for your campaign.

This is for your benefit, Max.

When he's Home Secretary, you'll get
the proper tools you need to do your job

and people in this city won't be
shit scared to walk down the street.

Of all people,
I thought you'd believe in that.

I'm paid to catch crooks,
not get them elected.

Tom?

I've gotta talk to you.

I can't understand why
an officer from Clubs and Vice

was found dead in Ruan's hotel room
with a gun in his hand.

I can't understand why you were there.
I told you the hospital was yours.

- I acted on information.
- So did Harvey Crown.

Maybe he was checking a lead
and needed protection.

If it was just a routine check.

If it was just a couple of boys
doing their duty, fine.

But why two officers
from separate divisions?

Why did one of them run?

What do you mean, two officers?

Found them at the hotel.

Nathan's.

- Did you know about it, Tom?
- Course I didn't.

Got the press all over me.
I'm trying to run this division.

I don't need this shit as well, do I?

Jacob Sternwood was there, too.

- Have you got evidence?
- He was there.

Well, that's not good enough.

You'd better get your facts straight.

I'll look into Nathan and Crown,
and you focus on Sternwood, OK?

And you get back to me.

Yeah.

Max.

It's good to have you back.

Kincade Security Solutions.

Founded in Switzerland 1942
by a devout Christian.

Get this, he used to inscribe biblical
verse on the side of their weapons.

Recently experienced
a fall in share prices

which they put down to,
and I quote,

"uncertainty over US foreign policy

and poor visibility on contracts
from the UK government."

- What about Warns?
- No record he's ever worked for them.

- Then find a connection with Sternwood.
- I've tried. There isn't one.

Try harder. Has Warns travelled
to Iceland in the last 12 months?

Were any of the weapons
that Sternwood used Kincade?

Come on.
And where the fuck is Sarah?

Find her. Tell her to call me.

Tell her if she's still pissed off,
I've got something that'll cheer her up.

- Oh, sir.
- What?

Otis Blake. Arrested a year ago
for a minor drug offence.

Arresting officer, Harvey Crown.

Well done.

Nathan Bartnick.

My son got involved
with something he didn't understand.

And he paid the price.

He's got a good heart.
Not like ours.

- You killed Crown.
- You shot my son.

No.

But I know who did.

Maybe we should meet tonight.

Talk this through.

I know a place.

- Where?
- A club.

You alright, mate? We're closed.

Yeah. Yeah, d'you get my message?

Yeah, that's the second time.

The second time you've sent me to fix
a machine when it's not broken.

Yeah, so what's...
I don't give a fuck what kind of...

It's fine, mate, it's fine.
It's a balls-up at the office.

I don't give a fuck what you're saying.
Just tell him he's a fucking moron.

Sarah Hawks. Leave a message.

- Relaxing at a murder scene?
- Fuck!

That's commitment
to the cause, isn't it?

How did you know I was here?

I know everything.

I don't doubt it.

Night shift reported you here.

I was looking for Sarah.

What, lovers' tiff?

Yeah, you could say that.

D'you wanna know the real reason

they first asked you
to head up the Sternwood case?

Not fucking really.

I don't know, my good looks? My charm?

We hadn't been able to get anywhere near
Sternwood for years.

Our incompetence could be passed off
as your inexperience.

You were so fresh, Max.

I knew you could take a couple of knocks
and keep on running.

You worked harder than any man
that came before you.

Christ, you nearly caught him
single-handedly.

And you still had to fight them
to take me back.

I've never thanked you for that.

So when you take him down this time,
take him down hard, OK?

And I'll make sure
the whole world is watching you.

I... I did something,
something I'm not proud of.

So you better be right on this, Max.

I tapped Nathan's line.

Someone called him about the Greigo Mar.

Nathan was guarded, he was paranoid.

Couldn't wait to get off the phone
quick enough.

They're meeting tonight.

They're meeting here.

I want you to go and check it out.

You keep it contained, yeah?

Yeah.

Call me when it's through, yeah?

Yeah.

Sign here please, sir.

You fucking owe me for this.

- I'd say this makes us fair and square.
- First one's in.

Gun's ready to fire.

Fuck!

You take Sternwood! He's unarmed.
I'll deal with Lewinsky.

Jake.

God!

Move! Go!

Now take me to my son.

I've been trying to call you, Max.
I'm glad you turned up.

- We'll talk later, yeah?
- Yeah, right.

I'm taking this man to see his son.

Couldn't give us two minutes, could you?

What's this?

Get out.

Get out!

Oh, fuck.

Call for backup. Go!

Deal with him or I fucking will.

Just give me one minute.

Walk away, Juka.

You have to trust me. This isn't
what it looks like. Just turn around.

Please, Juka, you're gonna get hurt.
Just walk away.

We found her body.

We found her body in your bed.

Juka, are you armed?

Who killed my son?

Was it the police that came to the hotel
looking for money?

The ones in the club. Huh?

What about that girl?

Who was she? Was she involved?

Why didn't you just kill me that night?

Why didn't you just kill me
in that tunnel?

For what?

Your son and Otis Blake were killed
by an ex-soldier called Dean Warns,

the guy that focused on me
at the club tonight.

He was working with Nathan Bartnick,
Harvey Crown and possibly...

Possibly Lieutenant Commander
Thomas Geiger.

That girl... Sarah,
had written something on her hand.

Punch 119.

Now, Dean Warns was seen
at the container yard with Otis Blake

the night of his murder.

That place is separated
into three different docks.

Turk, Acorn and The Punch.

And that's what I know.

119 are container coordinates.

We used to bring diesel in
off the ships.

We'll end this tonight.

And when it's over,

you'll go to prison and I'll be
the one that puts you there.

Nan?

I got your message. You alright?

What, you feel ill?

Look who's here.

It's your old mates
from the 2nd Battalion.

Alright, mate?

It's good to see ya.

There's fresh tea in the pot.

Your nan was telling us
how you make big money

working for some private
military contractor.

- Kincade.
- That's it.

Says they pay you
straight into some European account

- so you don't pay no tax.
- No tax.

That's amazing, mate.

What sort of thing do they have you do?

Well, it's, erm...

- It's pretty cloak and dagger.
- Yeah?

- So when did you turn up?
- Oh, not long ago, darling.

They told me not to tell you;
said you'd get a kick out of it.

I wish you had, Nan.

- I'm busy tonight.
- Come on, mate.

Come on, sit down.

Yeah, why not?

What could be more important
than seeing your old squad, darling?

That's alright, Iris.

We know how busy
Dean's been keeping himself.

We were telling your nan we were
the only ones to stick up for you,

the only ones to voice our disgust
when they forced early retirement.

You were like a rock.

Smuggling guns in the coffins
of dead soldiers.

You wouldn't be involved
in anything as sordid as that.

Let's hope it's all behind us.

How's your son?

I hear he's got himself
into a bit of stick.

Yeah, unfortunately,
Ruan passed away recently.

And that's why we've come to see Dean.

Take him down The Punch
for a few drinks.

See our old friend Thomas Geiger.

So how do we do this?

Roy's feeling a bit rough.

I get terrible migraines.
Feels like my head's gonna explode.

- He's gonna stay and keep her company.
- Don't mind if I stay here and relax?

Course I don't. Handsome man like you?

- Maybe they can watch Calamity Jane.
- I can make us some more tea.

No, Iris, you just stay right there.

Dean, what's going on?

It's alright, Nan.

I'll tell you why I'm a good soldier.

Because of selfless commitment.

Otis Blake. Ruan Sternwood.

Harvey Crown. Sarah Hawks.

All necessary casualties.

All necessary fatalities
of this operation.

Or maybe we're murderers,
plain and simple.

That's where you're wrong.
I'm a superior soldier.

You're just a hired fucking killer.

I wanna settle things.

When I close this down,

it'll be because I put the operation
before my own needs.

Told you before, I'm wise to you, Max.

You think keeping a hostage as
collateral will force me into a corner?

But none of you have been where I have.

Seen what I've seen.

None of you have
that selfless commitment.

Not one of you possesses
what it takes...

...to actually put a bullet
in the back of that woman's head.

It's gonna be alright, Nan.
Just close your eyes.

- Warns?
- I need you to meet me.

At The Punch. Tonight at 12.

Kincade want me to move them out.
Lewinsky's getting too close.

- This could all explode in our hands.
- I can't, it's too risky for me.

Meet me,

or I'll make sure
this lands on your fucking head.

- Why d'you need me to come down?
- Just fucking do it!

Oh, fuck.

How you doing?

I can't feel my legs, Jake.

Really?

Fuck off.

Oh, for fuck! No, you fuck off. Jesus.

You gonna be alright staying here?

Yeah.

I'm sorry about this, man.

No, no, no, you did good. You did good.

No, I'm sorry about your boy.

Yeah.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the man who's going to lead
this party into government,

our friend, our leader,
Henry Callaghan.

You're a very difficult woman
to track down, all of a sudden.

It's a very busy time for me.

Warns wants to meet me tonight.

At The Punch.

Who arranged this?
Was it you? Kincade?

I thought you had
everything you needed.

All the headlines you require.
Am I right?

Jane, are you listening to me?

Your little project
came apart at the seams.

Max is an inch away
from piecing all this together,

Sternwood is still at large,
so you'd better pay attention.

The campaign's going very well.

We're ahead in the polls,
if that's what you're referring to.

No, it's not what I'm referring to.

Who arranged tonight?

You've lost me, I'm afraid.

You fucking bitch!

People have died because of this.
Because of us.

I've lost men all because
of your fucking progress.

You sit there in denial
like fucking royalty.

You don't even have the class
to look me in the eye.

Tom, listen.

I have to get this speech right
with Robert.

I think you did the right thing.

I hope this pans out for you OK.

Sorry to call you on this number,
but Warns can't be reached.

It seems we've got a serious problem.

You broke my fucking arm!

Tom. Tom?

You tell me what the fuck this is.

Don't make things worse, Max.
Stop this now and we can settle it.

You can't settle the death of Sarah!

You can't settle
trying to set me up for murder!

I am your commanding officer.

You're wanted
for the murder of your partner

so you're gonna need all the friends...

Those two boys...
came here on the night of the 7th

to buy guns from him.

He was with Bartnick and Crown.

One boy, Blake, recognised Crown.
He'd been arrested by him a year ago.

Now that compromised the deal.

Blake died but Ruan got away
with a holdall full of money.

You get your fucking hands off me!

Bartnick and Crown went to the hotel
looking for their money

and come across Sternwood.

And you suddenly get worried
that I'm gonna piece things together.

You, Tom, were meant to be my friend.

This can't just be about money.

Not for you.

Policemen weren't meant to die.

It was all gonna be simple.

It was gonna change things.
Make things better for us.

Robert Wiseman, he got it.

Just one more gun scandal and his party
would win the next election.

Jane Badham.

She found Warns.

He shipped in the guns,
set up Otis and Ruan as buyers.

I provided some manpower,
turned a blind eye, you know.

Then a new squad would come in,
arrest the two boys with the guns,

big public outcry.

Jane handles the PR
and Wiseman takes the next election.

Kincade supply Warns?

Kincade get the multi-million-pound
contract to supply body armour,

training packages
and guns to the police?

- What do you get, Tom?
- Oh...

What do you get?
Do you get a healthy bank account?

Get fast-tracked to the role
of, what, commissioner?

All for obedience
in the line of fucking duty.

Fuck off! You, more than anyone,
should get what's happening here, Max.

I'm the one that has to go
and see coppers' families

when they've been shot and murdered
cos they haven't got the proper armour!

What do you think's gonna happen?
Think we're just gonna walk out of here?

Kincade have got all the bases covered,
you know.

Yeah. All this means too much to them.

And Warns, eh?

He's not just some fucking amateur
you just walk all over.

You shouldn't have brought him here,
Max.

You shouldn't have fucking
brought him here.

Fuck!

Get to the car! I'll cover!

Give me that, give me that.

Selfless commitment.

Think what he did to you, Max.

Remember who helped you come back, huh?

You owe me.

This is your chance, Max.

Now you bring him in.

You bring that fucker in!

Enough!

Clear!

I don't have visual!