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OX-2 is in the air.

I repeat, OX-2 is in the air.

-Hostages... where are they?

-Where are they, you asshole?

Approaching target,
T minus 30 seconds.

-Affirmative.

It's time to get down, sir.

Two minutes.

Sir, we need to go.

-You go.

Fall back. I said fall back!

Where are they?

I will never tell you.

-Don't make me ask again.

You're never gonna find them.

Go on.

Do it. Do it.

Do it, you want to do it.

Do it.

Firing on order.

Please confirm. Confirm, over.

Hello, boss.

All right? All right?

-Nice to see you, buddy.

-You look great, boss.

-Take it easy with that stuff.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah. Right.

-What have we got in there?

-In the bag here, two mil, boss.

-Two mil?

-Two mil.

- That's good week.
- Good week.

-What else?

-Andre here has
something to show you.

Honestly, what?

Savo?

-See that, boss.

-Fresh in this mornin', boss.

-They look fresh to you, Andre?

- No, they don't.
- No, no.

That's the right answer.

-Maybe that one over there.

-Get serious, would you, mate?

For fuck's sake,
this is my business

we're talking about, right?

Clean 'em up!

Fuckin' hose 'em down,
do whatever you want.

Just make sure they look good
for the whorehouse tomorrow.

Very simple. Do you
think you can do that?

- Yeah.
- Go on.

-Benny.

Did you get it sorted?

-It's done, guv.

-Lead the way.

All right, all right.

One out of the gate. Come on.

All right, now. Come on.

Come on.

Oh, fuck you.

-I fuckin' warned you.

I told you exactly
what would happen

if you kept doing business
in my territory, right?

Now you see, the difference
between me and you

is that my business
wallet is expanding.

Whereas yours, well, your
patch is getting smaller.

So, ultimately,
you're gonna end up

doing business in my
territory. So, you know what?

-What?

-I think it's time you got
the fuck out of my city,

that's what.

-Your city? You're
fucking 40, you cunt.

-Well, I was. Not anymore.

Now, you do not know how
fucking lucky you are

I'm gonna let you live.

You see, I need
to send a message

to those ponce pricks
that work for you.

Now listen to this
very carefully,

you fucking idiot.

The message is,

you sell one gram of cocaine
in my territory again,

and I will cut all
your fucking heads off

and send them to
those closest to you.

Oh, I hope you
understand that, mate.

-Prick.

-That'll be the last
time you ever do that.

Send him to the
red room, will you?

-Major Carver.

-It's good to see you, kid.

You know, one of
the guys told me

you were hanging
here at the park.

-Yeah, I... Sorry
I stopped coming

to the sessions, sir.
I was preoccupied.

-Oh, well, forget that.

You know, just don't
make a habit of it.

The guys, they were just
getting used to you.

What's with the bag?

That's nothing.

-Be straight with me, kid.

Where are you staying?

-I'm in between
places right now.

-Well, I've got a
spare room at my place.

It's got a cot and
some drawers and...

Well, it's basic, but it's
yours as long as you need it.

And I have some spare shirts.
Use anything you like.

-I couldn't do that, sir.

-Oh, yes, you can, and you will.

You know, your old man would
have done the same thing

for my little Judy
if she needed help.

Besides, I'm... I'm not
there much anymore lately.

-With a lady friend,
have we, sir?

-No, no. I'm staying
at Judy's, you know.

It's, uh, personal stuff. You
know, father-daughter stuff.

-Anything I can do?

-What you can do for me is
learn how to accept help.

And maybe a shave and a
haircut. What do you say?

Come on, let's go and we'll
get you a meeting after.

Come on.

-So, I hear you like to
play golf, am I right, mate?

-Looks like a good golfer, guv.

Might as well
fucking handicap him.

-Fore.

-Jesus.

Cauterize the fucking hand,
take him back to the club

and make sure everyone
sees him, right?

Fuck.

-Hey, you look a
hell of a lot better.

You ready for the meeting?

-I'm as ready as I'll ever be.

-Let's do it.

-Let's do it.

-Hey!

- Come in. Come on, brother.

Look what I found.

- Hi, sir.
- How you doing?

- Been a while.
- You all right?

-Let's go, guys, come on.

-Do me a favor... Retire
that little prick anyway,

we need to send
a message, right?

- It's done.
- Okay.

-I'll call Savo.

-And when I came out of
the war, Barbara was there.

When we were up to our
necks in blood and mud,

she had this knack of
steering me away from the...

The bad thoughts and the...
The darkness, you know.

And she... she brought
me into the hope.

Sorry, you've... You've
heard all this before.

-It's all right, Harris.

That's the whole point
of this, isn't it?

We talk about it. We
bring it out in the open

even if we have been
through it all before.

-You know, me, Peck and Woody,

we were in the same
unit together, you know.

We had a few friends that
we lost along the way.

Three of the guys that were
with us, they shot themselves.

-Yeah, I came back after a
few years of mercenary work.

And as we all know,
there's nothing like

mercenary work to fuck you up.

I came very close to

myself a few times.

Anyway, then one day,
I walk into a pub,

not this one, it
was a real shithole,

and there's old Woody
sitting all by himself,

really morose he was.

And he was sitting right beside

a whole line of
empty pint glasses.

-Don't forget the shots.

-Yeah, you were a
soggy mess, my friend.

Anyway, that's when I
realized he needed me;

we all needed each other.

So, I bought this place

and then we hooked up
with Carver and Harris,

and here we all are.

The point being is that you
don't leave a man behind

even when the war is
over and done with.

-You know, these guys, they
helped me face the past

because we faced
the pain as a unit.

And it's because of
these boys over here

that I could become
a good father.

-Who the fuck are you?

-Does Nate live here?

-No. Fuck off.

-Are you sure Nate
doesn't live here?

-No.

Ground floor, door
number three, gray door.

Wait!

- Shots fired at Towers,

shots fired!

Send an armed unit and
an ambulance immediately.

The apartment is clear.

Nate is dead.

I'm coming.

-So, now, Mr. Burton,

do you feel like sharing
anything with us today?

-Well...

-Yeah, we're here
to listen, kid.

Come on.

-Three-seven-two-eight
Rifleman Burton,

Warrant Officer, Royal Green
Jackets Second Battalion.

I... well...

I've been having nightmares.

So, they're not
nightmares, are they.

They're memories,
they're flashbacks,

and they are so fucking real.

I joined up from school, you
know, father's footsteps.

Operation Desert
Shield, an arcade game.

And Bosnia, that...
That wasn't a game.

Went to Iraq...
Afghanistan... Yemen.

You... you see things, you
know, you do things and...

they cut you to the bone.

But you wanna finish the
tour, so you bury 'em.

You bury 'em and you think
you've conquered them.

But only while you're awake...

you see things.

And the memories, you know,
they're so... it's so clear.

It's so real.

And then, the good memories,

the ones that had nothing
to do with the war,

they just get more
distant, more faded.

And the next thing you know,

you're sleeping on
a cemetery bench

near your dad's grave,
trying to work out why it is

every time you close your eyes
there's a fucking horror show.

-I think it's time for a pint.

- Yup.
- Whose turn is it though?

-Oh, yeah.

-Oh, please.

No, what do you mean, please?

-Give it a rest, camel.

-Get your hands
in those pockets.

Come on. No, man. Please.
- No, no.

-He never wants a
fucking drink ever.

-Well, how did you
find the session today?

-I feel a weight was
lifted by sharing.

-Yeah, well, it's not a
cure, but it's a start.

Things will get better.

-You want another pint?

-No, no, no. I gotta go, kid.

I gotta help my
daughter with something.

Here, you take the key,
make yourself at home

and I'll check in with you
in a couple of days, okay?

-Thank you, Major Carver.

Thank you.

-You bet.

-Oh, hello, salad squeezer.

Oy. We're closed, mate.

-Yeah, well, I'm just
here to see your boss.

-Didn't you fucking
hear me, mate?

We're closed.

You know, I don't think

I like your manner, buddy.

You know, I used to work
a door, but we kept order,

but we were polite.

And you know what else?

-What?

-We used to wear a tie. We
presented ourselves properly.

You do know where
a tie goes, right?

-'Round your fucking neck.

-You're right.

-Who the fuck are you?

-Are you the owner?

-Yeah.

How the hell did you
get in here anyway?

-Oh, it's okay. I
showed Marcus my ID.

I'm over 21.

-So, what do you want?

-I just want a
little chat with you.

-Chat? About what?

-It seems that there's
a local councilor

that you guys are intimidating.

-So, what the fuck has
it got to do with you?

-Well, I voted for her.

Call me a concerned
senior citizen.

I'm asking you guys politely
to stop intimidating her

and maybe be just a
little bit more discreet

in the operation you run.

-Operation?

-You guys aren't too
subtle in your dealings.

Now, she may not go to the
police, but someone will.

-And I suppose that
someone would be you?

-Not my style, buddy.

-And what exactly is
your style, buddy?

-I'd rather you not
have to find out.

-That sounds a little
bit like a threat to me.

-Take it the way you want.

But I'm giving you
guys the chance

to do the honorable
thing here, okay?

So, think on it, buddy.

Yeah, what is it?

-Goram, we got a problem.

Carver.

Sorry I can't get to
the phone right now.

-Hey, Carver. I just
missed your call.

Can you try me again
later? Thanks, bye.

-Buddy, I got your
answer for you.

Your answer is no.

-Well, what two-bit piece of
shit wants the first swing?

-Whoa! Who are you?

-You're Major Carver's
daughter, right?

-Yes, yes, and...
And who are you?

-I'm a friend of your dad's.

-What are you doing here?

-He said I could stay.

-Dad! Dad!

-He's not here.

-Well, where is he?

-I thought he was with you.

-No, he... He didn't
come home last night.

I thought he might have stayed
here after his group session.

-Normally he does, but he left.

He said he had to help
you with something.

-Who the fuck are you?

-My name is Burton, Carl Burton.

-Yes.

-My dad used to be in
the same unit as...

-Burton, yeah.

Your... your dad was in the
same unit as mine for a bit.

-Yes.

-Yeah. He talked
about him a lot.

Well, I'm worried about
my dad. What do I do?

Do I call the police?

-I don't think they
can do anything

for the first 24
hours, can they?

-I mean, I have called
around all his friends

and he tried to call Peck.

Peck missed the call,

and now Dad's phone goes
straight to voice mail.

-Do you know what he meant

when he said help
you with something?

-No. Just ring me if you
hear anything from him.

-Sure.

-My number is on that.

-Judy.

-Yeah. Thank you.

-Goodbye.

Mrs. Marsh?

-It's Miss. I'm divorced.

I'm Detective Inspector Moore,

and this is my colleague,
Detective Collins.

Can we come in, please?

-What's happened?

Oh, my god. Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

-We promise that we're
gonna find out who did this.

We're gonna make them suffer
as much as they did your dad.

-Hello?

-Burton.

-Judy.

-It's my dad.

He...

-What is it?

-He was found
yesterday afternoon,

dead in a canal.

-What happened?

-He was murdered.

-What can I do to help?

-The police are gonna
pay you a visit.

I told them that you are
at the apartment and,

um, they want info about
his last known movements.

-Yeah, of course.

-And, um, I'll let you
know about the funeral.

If that's okay, I mean.

It would be great
if you could come.

My dad would really
have wanted that.

-Of course I'll be there.

-Burton?

-Yes, Judy?

-Goodbye.

-Bye.

-Mr. Burton?

-Yeah.

-Can we trouble you for
a moment of your time?

We understand you were staying
here the night he went missing.

-Yeah. I've been staying here.

He was friends with my
father. They worked together.

And we bumped into each
other a month or so ago

and he recognized me,

started inviting me
to the sessions and...

-So, he was helping you out.

Yeah.

He was very kind.

-Well, from what
Judy has told us,

her old man goes above and
beyond to help out ex-soldiers.

-We want to catch whoever
did this, Mr. Burton.

Did he mention any
dealings with gangs or...

-Gangs? No.

No, he didn't mention
any issues at all.

-Did he mention
anything in particular?

-No, he just said,
"You stay here, kid.

I'll check in on you
in a couple of days."

And told me he would
be staying at Judy's.

I wish there was more
I could do to help.

-Okay. Look, we'll leave
you to it, Mr. Burton.

You know, if there's anything
that you can think of,

please, don't hesitate
to give us a call.

Thank you, Peck,
for putting this on.

Least I can do, Judy.

-Judy. What a beautiful
service, love.

-Yeah, you did your dad proud.

Well done, Judy.

-Thank you, gents.

-Anything you need, you
let us know, all right?

-I'm gonna pop outside
and get some air.

-You do that.

Thank you.

-Thanks.

-I hope they find
those bastards,

lock 'em up, and throw
away the fucking key.

-Judy, I'm sorry to
ask, but this thing

that Major Carver was helping
you with, what was it?

It's just that the
police asked me

if Carver had any
dealings with gangs.

-I'm councilor
for this district,

and there's been a significant
rise in drug dealing,

as well as violent crime.

Now, I made several
police complaints.

Then, not long after, I
began getting threats.

I was being
intimidated, followed,

sometimes threatened

that if I didn't stop
causing problems, then...

-And you told this to your dad?

-Well, yeah. I mean, this
gang run most of London now.

-And who runs it?

-His name is Goram.

-What else did
you tell your dad?

-Well, there's this spot

that they've been
using frequently.

It's a back road
off Leyton Avenue.

-Why didn't you tell the police?

-I've been telling them
about this stuff for months,

and they don't do anything.

These guys never talk.

Nothing ever leads back to the
people who are running things.

I'm gonna go home.

Will you, uh, thank
Peck again for me?

-About the flat. I'm...

-Oh, don't worry about that.

You can stay.

Dirty stinking bastards.

-Yeah. Well, I'm
sure we'd all be good

to get our hands on the
fuckers who did this, eh?

Hey, come and join us.

-What if you could
get your hands

on the bastards, sir?

-Do you know something?

-Councilor Judy has
been having trouble

with some low-level street scum
run by a man called Mr. Goram.

They threatened her.

I believe that Major
Carver tried to intervene.

But I know where
this scum operate.

-Oh, do you now? So, what
are you suggesting, eh?

-Listen, I might not
be the brightest spark

on our planet, but I know
what he's suggesting.

-I'm just saying
that Major Carver

was very good to me.

He works with all of you.

And what happened
to him isn't right.

-No, it wasn't.

-And the police aren't
gonna make it right, sir.

They're either bent or
too scared to do anything.

No witness has
ever come forward,

so I'm gonna do
a reconnaissance.

I'm gonna find out who the
big names are in this game

that ordered his hit
and I'm gonna engage.

And I'll do it alone, but
I'm looking for volunteers.

-Ha!

-Calm down, son, calm down.

You don't know what you're
letting yourself in for.

This new lot that are
running the streets,

they're fucking ruthless.

-Yeah, well, they
may be ruthless,

but they've not dealt
with us, have they, eh?

The Magnificent Three?

Four? No, I'm in.

-What are you, fucking crazy?

It's a fucking suicide mission.

-Harris.

Every time I eat a
fucking pork pie,

that's a suicide
mission. I'm in.

-There's nothing wrong
with the pork pies.

-Fine, fine.

Okay, you wanna go out in
a blaze of fucking glory?

I'm not staying here on me
own for the next meeting.

I'm in.

-So, we reconvene here tomorrow
and check our weaponry.

-Done.

-Okay.

I'm not sure what I've got...

-Right.

-A couple pigs in to see you.

All right.

-Morning, Goram.

-What do you need, love?

-We were wondering
if you had some time

to come and speak to
us at the station.

-Oh, well, there's
absolutely no fucking chance

that's happening, right?

But if you wanna talk right
here, I'm fine with that.

I'm assuming it's about the
old guy that got murdered,

am I right?
- So you know about that?

Do I know about it?

Well, it's all over the
fucking news, isn't it?

Let's have a look here.

"Local war hero murdered."

Yup, it's right here. Fucking
tell you something else.

Breaks my fucking
heart, it does.

-Where were you on Monday night

between 11:00 p.m.
and 2:00 a.m.?

-Monday night?
Fuck, where were...

-We were at cards, guv.

-No, we went to the
fucking... Now, wait a minute.

Monday we went to see
me mother, didn't we?

-No, we were. Beat ya.

-It was cards.

It was cards, and
you fucking beat me.

Yes, four or five
of us actually.

Witnesses, video recordings,
the whole nine yards,

to be honest.
- We'd expect nothing less.

-Yeah, well, in that case,

what the fuck are
you doing here?

-We thought we'd drop in on you,

just so you know
we're thinking of you.

-Oh, wow, how touching.
You know, maybe next time

you can shoot off
a fucking email,

save yourself a
little travel time.

Unless, of course,
you wanna come alone,

and that's an entirely
different story, that is.

-In your dreams.

-Yeah, right?

-We'll be on our way.

-See you, Goram.

-Oh, and be sure to
send those witnesses in

to make their statements...

and bring the video footage in.

Time stamped would be nice.

-You fucking pigs.

Get 'em out of my
fucking building.

-It's done.

-Afternoon, gentlemen.

-We've been waiting
for you two guys

to come in and show you the
goods before the big reveal.

-I can hardly contain
my excitement.

Mr. Burton, good to see you.
- Sir.

So, obviously Her
Majesty's government,

Glock 17, 15, couple
of smoke grenades,

first grenade in the bag.

-Okay, for a start, here's mine.

-So, Harris, you wanna go next?

-Age before beauty, my friend.

-You saucy sod.

The most dangerous thing I
could find in my shed was these.

Oh, Christ, Woody!

-What the fuck is that?

-They're shears.

-Back in the old day,

we used to call
you Captain Ahab.

What are we gonna call you now?

- Well, if that
impressed you, um,

what do you make of this?

-Is that a fishing reel?

-Of course.

A very dangerous
weapon in my hands.

-If you're a fish.

-Christ, Woody, what
are you going for?

Moby Dick?

-Well, I've got something
far more impressive.

-Well, that's marginally
better, I suppose.

-And in my hands,
better than an AK-47.

-Is that an harpoon?

-Harpoon?

It's a fucking
crossbow, you donut.

-What have you brought, Harris?

-Ah. Well, I have brought
to the table, gentlemen...

this.

And what's this?

Blow the fucking place up.

I have got...

there's this. My
piece de résistance...

Is that a live Claymore?

It certainly is.

-Fuck me, Harris.

You'd blow the arse out
of London with that.

-That is the idea, Woody.

-So, this is our
collective arsenal.

-Not exactly the
Wild Geese, are we?

-If anybody wants to pull
out of this operation,

then now's the time to speak.

-No, no, no. We're
still with you.

We'll stick this
through to the end.

-I'm in.

-Harris?

-Well, to be honest, Burton...

I can't wait to
blow something up.

-Looks like some sort
of exchange going on.

-So what do you reckon?

You think Carver came here?

-Yes, I do, and
so do the police.

-We wanna be in there, don't we?

-You know, it occurs to me
we could use some intel.

Yeah. I think it's about
time we visited Sanchez.

-Who's Sanchez?

-Sanchez.

Ah, Sanchez, always the
font of all knowledge

when it comes to London gangs.

He knows them all:

good, the bad, and
fucking ugly, too.

-Right. Well, you
go and see Sanchez.

Harris, do you fancy a drink?

-Sure.

-We'll pop in there.

You got your phone on you?

Yeah.

-Do you know how it works?

-You bein' funny?

-Want you to take a
couple of pictures of

in there, send 'em to you,

see if Sanchez makes any of 'em.

-Yeah, okay.

Oh, congratulations, Woody,
you got the evening off.

-That's perfect, Peck.

Bake Off's on the box tonight.

And I need to catch
up, I'm addicted.

-That's good. There's no
point you coming anyway

'cause you always
argue with Sanchez.

-Can you give me a lift?

-Yes, I suppose I could.

Well, jolly good
good luck, chaps.

-Evening, squire.

The atmosphere in here...

fuckin' hell.

-Over your shoulder,
on your six,

I think he's the one in charge.

-We've had to break rule.

-Do you think we need to
worry about Carver's old

military veteran's facility?

I mean, they're
ex-military, aren't they?

-No, they're old.

I don't think they're stupid
enough to mess with Goram.

-I think it's time for a
selfie then, don't you?

A selfie, you know.

Would you...

There you are, look.

Press that button there.

-No that's not a selfie.
A selfie is when you...

-Look, just take the
fucking picture, all right?

Get me good side.

-Alright, one down.

You send that to Peck and see if
his mate recognizes any of 'em.

-Hello, Peck. Long time no see.

-Hello, Gracie.

Sanchez in a
receptive mood I hope?

-As always.

-This place is
pretty fucking done,

so let's make our exit.

Time for your bedtime, I think.

-Fuck off.

-Sanchez, my old
mate. How are you?

- Hey!

What, are you lost, old man?

What are you doing
on this side of town?

-Well, you know me. I always
like living dangerously.

Yeah, I heard that.

Hey, I'm sorry to
hear about Carver.

He was a... he was
a good man, Peck.

-Yes, he was.

-Yeah, come on, sit
down. Have a drink.

- Okay, salud.

-Well, this relates
to Carver, actually.

There's a crap-looking
bar over on Hardy Road

and this guy's inside.

What can you tell us?

-That's one of Goram's
three henchmen.

Together they call
themselves The Four Horsemen.

Anything that Goram
wants, he just takes,

and he doesn't mind
getting his hands dirty.

-Oh, now you're not
going to go weird on me,

are you, Sanchez, eh?

We're not stumbling into
something biblical here, are we?

-No.

It's because of their
street reputation.

Everywhere they
go, death follows.

They're part of
a crime syndicate

running through Europe.

-Everything, it's yours.

What about the vig?

-They took the city by force.

You understand what that
means, motherfucker?

The vig?

That's the tax.

They own a brothel
trafficking girls,

use them to cut and
handle all the drugs,

turn them into prostitutes.

-They sound adorb.

-They're scum, lowest kind.

Look, I'm no angel, but, uh,
you know there's always been

some kind of honor
amongst thieves

'til these
motherfuckers showed up.

Cops can't do a damn thing.

Old-school gangsters
had to step aside.

I have to wash money for 'em.

-Oh, Jesus, mate.

-I can't help it,
homes. They're ruthless.

Why the interest?

-Because these are the
bastards that killed Carver.

-Peck, if you're
going up against them,

you better be prepared.

-Ha! They won't
know what hit 'em.

And me and the boys are
bringing the bad band together.

-You're like, renegades?

-What? No... yeah.

Hey, you wanna join in?

-My knees are shot.
I can barely walk.

My lenses on the glasses are
as big as a Hubble telescope.

-And I pee five times a
night, what can I tell you?

- No. I'll give
you information,

but I got to sit this one out.

I, uh... I've got
a young family.

-I understand, mate.

-Do me one favor, Peck.

Kill the motherfuckers.

-We'll go over
this one last time.

Harris, you are our inside man.

We let him settle.

Woody, you cause a distraction.

I engage from the back,
Peck from the front.

We go in hard, and
fast, and hit them

before they know what's
fucking happening.

-You ready, Harris?

-I was born ready, Woody.

-Now that is what I call
a fucking improvement.

-This from Quasimodo here.

- the bell.

-Nice decor. Just like
the mother-in-law's.

-Twenty quid for a half hour.

-Don't start the timer until
I'm in the room, all right?

I wanna get me money's worth.

-What kind of woman you want?

-I dunno. Dark hair, big tits.

She'll do.

-Come on.

Got a half hour.

I'll be outside.

-Relax, love. Not tonight.

-Quick, check the front.
I'll check the back.

-Warehouse. Location.

-You're dead. You're all dead.

-You are gonna tell me.

-Fuck you!

-Um, you really need to work on

your interrogation
technique, I think.

-I'll work on that, sir.

-You didn't get the
location of the warehouse?

-No, we'll have to get
it when we hit the bar.

-Oh, fuck.

We're not gonna have
time to rifle through

this place for info, are we?

-The longer this goes on,

we're gonna get
rumbled by the police.

-I know where the warehouse is.

-Where is it?

-Um, Mercen Street, Unit 5.

I remember when they brought
us here from the warehouse.

-Good girl. We need
you to do something.

Police are coming. Don't
tell them where we are,

go back to your room,
play dumb, okay?

-Okay. Wait, does this
have anything to do with

the war hero that got killed?

Because I heard the guy who
ordered the hit talk about it.

-Who?

Goram.

Yeah, what is it?

Savo, the fuck's going on?

Fucking Goram.

The man's a savage.

No sense of honor, no code.

-Oh, we can teach
him a fucking code.

-There's cameras
all over this place.

-And you know they're all
going to a remote server

that only one person
has access to.

-Yep, and he's not gonna
hand it over to us.

Did the girls say anything?

-Well, two of them are still
off their tits on smack.

One of them hid,

said she heard gunshots
but didn't see anything.

They're all here illegally.

I'll have someone from
immigration take care of 'em.

-Okay, good.

-What do you think? Gang hit?

Another turf war?

-D'you know anyone ballsy
enough to pull this off?

-Only you, mum.

And me and you were
on duty together,

so you can rule that one out.

- No.

I can't see this being
a rival we know about.

-I'm gonna lock the front doors.

-All right. Ah, it'll
be one of those drunks.

Just tell him to fuck off.

-Fuck off, old chap.

It's been a long day,
you know what I mean?

Fuckin' hell, I
need you, don't I?

Oy, silly bollocks.

Do you know who fuckin'
owns this place, eh?

Fuckin'...

Here you go, chump.

Tell him what's going on.

Yeah, what is it?

-I got hit, boss.

-Fucking what?

What's going on? Talk to me.

-What is this, sunshine?

-They got the ledger, boss.

If you can see 'em,

shoot 'em!

Okay? Fucking kill 'em!

-Savo!

You're a fucking joke.

- Souvenir, eh?
- Mm-hmm.

-Oh, Christ's sake, Woody.

What did you bring
this thing for?

How the fuck did you think
that I cut through the wires?

-That old prick I
whacked the other day.

-What about him?
Fucking anything at all?

When you fucking killed
him, did he say anything?

-He was pissing out
blood, but something about

woman from the council
being good friends.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

-Councilwoman, all right.
Now get the boys together

and follow this fucking
councilwoman around.

If they're seen talking to
any of these geriatrics,

give me a call.

We need to know who
they are, right?

-I'm on it.

-And listen to me. They
have the fucking ledger.

You of all people know what
that fucking means, right?

We need it back at all costs.

I don't care how
many people you kill.

I don't care if you tear the
city apart brick by brick.

Get the fucking
ledger back, right?

-I get it.

-Go fucking get it.

-This isn't good, Moore.

We have two dead criminals,
both known associates of Goram.

-Two of the four
Horsemen dead now.

-What? Horsemen? Who comes
up with this nonsense?

This case is becoming
a thorn in my side.

-We're actively
investigating, mum.

-No one here will shed any
tears over these animals.

Frankly, whoever's cleaning
house on these streets

is doing the world a favor.

My gut says that this
doesn't seem to be

the power play of a rival gang.

-So, you think
something personal?

-Maybe.

Any leads?

-Nothing solid.

Our only potential suspects
on that front are unlikely.

It's a stretch...
Carver's ex-military pals.

They're more of a threat
to the local bulls club

than the gangs.

-A bunch of
geriatric vigilantes?

Are you clutching at straws?

-It's difficult.

-Ex-military...

that could come up with blocks

on a background check
above our clearance.

Didn't you date some
ex-CIA spook once,

Agent Donovan, was it?

Could he get intel?

-Look, I'd rather
not dig up the past.

-What do you think, too much?

-It's a drunk fisherman
that we need to talk to.

-I'll take a Glock in case
he falls in the water.

-Oh, do it for the greater good,

for queen and country.

-Okay.

-What exactly does Donovan do?

I mean, if he helps, it
must all be aboveboard.

-Well, he can't get the intel
through legitimate channels.

His day-to-day is breaking
up human trafficking rings.

But let's just say that
part's not always by the book.

-Fuck.

-Hands behind your head.

Get out here.

-Someone needs to put the
trash out in this city.

-Why are you watching her? Ey?

-Piss off, you old boiled
sweet eating fucker!

That's pretty funny.

Boiled sweet, that's really...

-Now.

You are gonna go back to those
wankers that you work for.

You're gonna tell them

that their days are
fucking numbered.

-Okay, okay.

-Burton, what's up?

-Something's happened.

-What?

-You might wanna spend a few
days at your dad's place.

-This is insane.

-You get packed. I'll explain.

You lot are a bunch of fools!

You better give
me one good reason

why I shouldn't go to
the police right now.

- Hello?
- Detective Inspector Moore.

-Donovan, what have
you got for me?

-Anne, I'm going out
on a limb for you.

This is highly classified.

-I appreciate it.

So, what am I dealing with?

-These guys have
seen a lot of action.

Peck, Harris, Woodward,
they all served together

in the late '60s, did tours
in Ireland and the Falklands.

Before that, they did some
black operations in Europe.

Later on, they were
doing mercenary work.

-Christ. So, they're hardcore.

-Well, they were.

At this age,

I don't know how much fight
they still have in them.

And I can't say if they're the
ones picking off your gangsters.

But there was a time

that this was a typical
day for these guys.

-So, what can you
tell me about Burton?

-Burton's old man served
with Carver in Vietnam

and again, special
operations across the world.

I guess the apple don't
fall far from the tree.

Burton Jr., he had tours in
Iraq, Afghanistan and Bosnia,

and several
unclassified missions.

His last outing Bosnia
was a total shit show.

The mission went to hell,
extraction was withdrawn.

He was the only one to get out.

Kind of fell off
the grid since then.

-So, Burton has the
capacity to pull this off?

-Burton alone, no. These
old guys alone, no.

But together, maybe.
And you know what?

If these are the guys,

good luck to these
crazy old bastards.

-You see here, this is
all shipping information

and dates and details.

But here, these are
all payments made

to politicians and bent coppers.

-Christ, how do you
make sense of all this?

I can't make heads
or tail of it.

-You'll have to ask the
code breaker over there.

-Who, Harris?

-I like a good puzzle.

-Sudoku's one thing.

Hey, Harris, this is impressive.

-I'm full of
surprises, aren't I?

-Thanks, Donovan.

It's really been a help.

-Annie, you want my advice?

-Okay.

-Stay out of the crossfire.

These guys want to clean house?

Let 'em flush the turds,
save the city some money.

That's just my
personal standpoint,

off the record, of course.

-But of course.

-Take care.

Anne, I'd like to take you
dinner next time I'm in London.

You know I'd like to see you.

-Always the optimist.

-Peck, and you're right. I
don't like the warehouse.

It's too large, too many
unknowns with the interior.

-Yeah, we need to funnel
them in someplace,

somewhere we know.

-Suggestions?

-Ta-da. Here.

-Oh, man. You gotta be joking.

-Are you sure?

-Gents, it's just a building.

-Yeah, but it's my local.

-I own it.

Come on! Look, we know
the place inside and out.

Tactically, it's
the logical choice.

-Right, so we still
hit the warehouse,

put on a few surprises,

really stoke up
the hornets' nest,

and draw Goram out to find us.

-Yes. He won't come alone.

-I don't doubt it. But
you can put word out

through your friend Sanchez
about our whereabouts.

-Yeah, I guess I could.
Yeah, I'll give him a call,

see if I can get him
to bait the hook, eh?

-If that's all sorted,

I think we should have
another drink, don't you?

-Yeah.

Come on, you know
where the glasses are.

-Is this ever gonna end?

I don't agree with
what you're doing.

-You do agree that Goram
is evil. Don't you?

When we were on operations,
a warlord behaved like him,

we'd do something about it.

Come home, see worse, and
you expect us to do nothing?

When it's done, and he's gone,

I'll go, if that's
what you want.

Thank you.

Hey.

-Fry 'em!

Loves that bloody
crossbow, doesn't he?

-All right, it's all set.

-Hey.

-Sanchez, old boy.

-Hey, Peck.

Enough of that old
guy stuff, huh.

I was just gonna call you.

-Oh, yeah? What's up?

-Goram has the whole of
London looking for you guys.

-Tempted to turn us in, are you?

-No. Bastard wouldn't even
offer a reward, so you're safe.

- Well, as it happens, we
want you to stitch us up.

-What are you, crazy?

-We're laying a trap, okay?

Specifically, get the
word out to Goram.

We want you to reveal the
location of the Legion.

But listen, keep
yourself clean, mate.

You know, don't go around
to Goram yourself with this.

-Yeah, I'll get it out.

I got the right guy to do it.

And don't worry, I'll be sure
it won't come back to me.

-Guv.

-Yeah, what is it?

-You got a phone call.

He says you're definitely
gonna want to talk to him.

-Who is it?

-Apollo Jackson.

-Yeah, put it through,
and get the fuck out.

-One more thing. We
got eyes on the woman.

Do you want me to
get her lifted?

-Yeah, make it happen.

-Apollo, to what do
I owe the pleasure?

-I hear you looking
for some information

about a group of old men
that tore your ass up.

-Yeah, nothing we
can't handle ourselves.

I got a tip

that the group was
some old war vets

who hang around at the
bar on Norton Road.

I looked into the owner.

Peck's ex-military, special ops.

-Don't you worry about it, okay?

-I hear things. You
wanna know what I hear?

-What do you hear? Tell me.

I understand

you killed a vet called Carver.

-The old fellow, he was
looking for fucking trouble.

-You brought this
shit to your door.

So, you better finish.

-Do you have any idea
who you're talking to?

You're a small-time

bitch! Don't you
ever forget that.

You work for my association.

You let your ego
blind you, fool,

you hear what I'm sayin'?

All them old soldiers,

they have crippled
your organization.

Kill them.

-Nothing we can't take care of.

Time is running out.

Do you hear what I'm saying?

Tick-tock, motherfucker.

If you don't clean this mess up,

you gonna retire early.

Do you understand that?

Sleep with your lights on.
You done pissed me off.

-Yakveni!

-What the fuck did he want?

-Gave me a little intel.

Filled me in on where these
geriatrics are at, so.

Gather the boys, let's
get ready for war.

-No! No!

No! Help me! Help!

-Approaching target,

T minus 30 seconds.

OX-2 firing.

Fire!

Everything is set.

We are prepared.

-So, how are we
feeling, chaps, eh?

-I'm okay.

-When I was younger, about 25,
I couldn't give a monkey's fuck

if I got killed in the
crossfire of a firefight.

But now I'm a little bit older,

I've decided I'd like
to see this one through

right to the end.

-Think we all would, matey.

Think we all would.

Why are you smiling?

-Because this is the only
thing I'm any fucking good at.

-Well, I think a
toast is called for

while we still can, yeah?

Calm before the storm.

-To Carver.

-To Carver.

-Certainly drink to that.

-You and me take the rear.

You four at the front, go!

-Okay, we're on.
Company incoming,

and they ain't looking
pretty, especially your one.

Right!

Positions.

And try not to get shot.

-Got you.

Hey! You soppy prick.

That's our best scotch!

Down, Woody!

Eat this.

Back, back, back, back!

-Fuck it!

-Shots fired at the Legion.
Units are seven minutes away.

-We're not far. Let's go.

-What's your name,
you old bastard!

- Oh, fuck! Fuck!

-All right.

I want that fucking
ledger back, Burton.

-How about you eat your bullet?

-No.

How about I blow her head clean
off her fucking shoulders, mate?

Oh, go on, take
the shot. Do it.

-Don't you fucking tempt me.

-Actually, how about you
give me the fucking ledger

and your life...

-How about bollocks?

-Drop the fucking gun
or I'll do it, mate,

I'll fucking do it.

There you go. Yeah.

There you go.

-The fuck!

-Police! Hands
above your head.

Don't even think about it.

What the fuck did you do?

Get the.

-I want you to know,

neither one of us is getting
out alive, all right?

-Shut up and fight me.

-By the way, you met Lurch?

Come on.

Come on.

-Run!

-Come on!

Moby...

Dick!

-We'll be hearing about this

for the rest of
our fucking lives.

-And he's dead.

Legion's just up ahead.
What do you wanna do?

-ETA backup on Norton Road.

-Fuck.

- Oh, Burton! Oh!

Judy, you all right?

-Is it over? Is it over?

-Yeah, yeah. It's
definitely over.

-Fucking hell, he's dead, too.

Now that's what I
call a coincidence.

We were just about to call you.

-Oh, were you now?

-Of course we were, officer.

-Okay, chaps, I suppose
you can explain all this?

-Yes. Well, they were
armed, and they broke in.

I don't know what gave the idea

there was anything
valuable in here.

-And you don't know who they are

or the fact they work for Goram?

-Goram? Who's Goram?

-Well, they broke in

and we were forced
to defend ourselves.

-With weapons at hand?

-Oh, well, you see, I'm
very sentimental, officer,

and I like to have
them on display.

Bloody lucky I do, too,
otherwise we'd be toast.

Wouldn't we, fellows?

-Very lucky.

-Oh, one of them dropped this.

-They dropped a ledger?

And what's this?

-The keys to the code, love.

-During a break
in and shoot out,

you guys had time
to crack a code?

-Yeah.

I mean, we are
full of surprises.

-Well, there's an
ambulance en route.

I suggest you guys get seen to.

-What about the guns?

-Do you mind if we look around?

-Be my guest. Just
don't break anything.

-A final toast to Major Carver.

-I think that's great of you.

Thank you.

- To Carver.
- To Carver.

-Oh, excuse me, lads.

-Hey, Peck!

-Sanchez.

-I thought I'd call
you and tell you

that you did one hell of a job.

-I couldn't have done
it without you, Sanchez,

so thank you.

-Yeah, anytime, homes.
Hey, you know what?

I just wish I could have
been there to see it.

-Ha! Well, maybe
next time, eh.

If there is a next time.

-Well, old friend, it's
funny you say that.

A friend of mine is on his
way to see you right now.

-Oh yes, a friend?

-You'll see, Peck. Later!

-Sorry, we're closed.

-I'm not here for a drink.

Now, you're Peck.

You're Mr. Woody,
Mr. Burton, Mr. Harris,

and I assume the lady is
late Mr. Carver's daughter.

And Detective Moore.

-Don't pull it again.

-I got a funny feeling that
we've got a mutual friend.

Could we have a name, please?

-My name is Palmer.

-Palmer, what agency
do you work for?

-I'm not at liberty to
divulge my employers.

But needless to say,

they've taken a very
serious interest

in the sudden end of Anthony
Goram's criminal empire.

We'd like to hire your services.

Okay, look, chum.

I do wedding receptions
and the occasional.

-I wouldn't be
so coy, Mr. Peck.

We know all about you.

Don't worry about
repercussions over Goram.

You did the city a favor.

-Do we get a choice in this?

-Of course. We're all
on the good side here.

Read the files.

If you want the
assignment, let me know.

But you're our first choice.

I'll call for an
answer tomorrow.

This does worry me.

I mean, where has it been?

-I think I know where he
brought that into the country.

-Good job it wasn't
the fucking ledger.

Hey, boss.

-Apollo.

-I got some bad news, man.

Goram, he fell.

All the Horsemen, they dead.

The whole operation crumbled.

We need to take back the fifth

and eliminate our enemies.

I'll be in contact with
the local mercenaries.

They'll be waiting for you.

-Fucking renegades.

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