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Come on, you fucking cunt.

Get him, get him, get him.

Stop him.

He's over there.

You better tell me
what I want to know.

Right now.

You get me?

Don King Francesco sent us.

He didn't want
to take any risks.

He just wanted to make sure
you were for real.

It's nothing personal, mate.

You've got to believe me.

You're right.

And you better believe this.

Listen.

This is the real deal.

Take it or leave it.

I thought you said this shit
was straight from Cartagena.

This shit ain't
Colombian pure grade.

Listen.
Don't play with me.

How much you want
for this shit, mate?

45 per kilo.

Alright.

What the fuck is this?

45.

45,000.

My job don't pay me
like that, you get me?

What is your job?

Nah, bruv.

Oh, cazzo.
You wanna fuck with me?

Right.

Where's your fucking
steroid boyfriend at?

Fuck you.

The fuck you say to me?

What the hell did you think
you were doing?

If your prick was the same size
as your fucking brain,

you'd wank
with a magnifying glass

and a bloody pair of forceps.

You are a brainless twat!

Uh, let me try
and explain to you.

You know, you know policemen.

You've come across
policemen before, haven't you?

Well, you are one, well, just.

But normally,
policemen are the guy

who find the killers.

They're not
the fucking killers!

Look, if it weren't
for your dad,

I wouldn't be risking my pension
protecting you.

Now, can I actually trust you
to go out on the street

and the population of Britain
stay the same

from the time you go out
to the time you come back?

Can I?
No, I fucking can't.

What am I supposed
to do with you?

I could get you transferred
to my old division

in South Wales.

That would be interesting
because mainly,

you would be learning
how to shag sheep down there,

so that'd be fine.

But other than that,
you're not ever going

on the street again.

Do you get that?
Is it crystal clear?

Everything except
for the shagging sheep bit.

That'll come to you.

All right, guv'nor,
I've changed my ways.

Are you happy?

I can't trust you.

I can't have you on the streets.

I can't have you
out there anywhere.

Well, I've got some
witness statements.

Yeah, I've got some
witness statements for you.

It's even
an attractive young lady.

You can't lose.

What do you mean,
witness statements?

I'm your best detective.

I need to be out there
where the action is!

I do the shouting.

You do the yes-sir-ing.

Yes!

Yes, sir.

And another thing.

That jacket has got
more creases on it

than my scrotum.

Get a jacket on.

Look like a proper detective.

Pretend that you're
a civilized human being.

Go!

Oh my God!

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes

Miss Daniels?

Hi.

Hi.
I'm uh, Detective Shabazz.

Uh, I'm here to ask you
a few questions

about the incident
this morning.

I already spoke
to an officer on the scene.

And as I said to him,
I didn't see much.

Sorry, nurse.

Can you give us
a minute, please?

Um, my initial report shows
that the lady who was shot, uh,

Louise Smith,
collapsed on you

and a car sped away.

Did you know the lady?

No. No.

I was coming out
of the coffee shop,

going in the opposite direction.

Did you see anything else?
The car?

Who was inside?
Any markings?

Detective, I'm really sorry.

Everything happened so fast.

She-- she knocked into me.
We fell to the floor.

I don't really remember much,
to be honest.

I'm-- I'm really sorry.
I-- I-- I can't help further.

Are you hurt badly?

No, not badly.

I've hurt my shoulder,
and my jaw, and my hand.

Um, but luckily
I do Brazilian jiu-jitsu,

so I'm used to being roughed up
a little bit.

Well, uh, okay.

I don't have any further
questions, Miss Daniels.

Call me, "Cassie".

Cassie.

Um, we might be in touch
if we have

any further questions.

But in the meantime,
please take care.

Nice suit, by the way.

Hm.

Yeah, yeah.

No. No.

Listen to me.

I don't want nigger babies.

I only deal with purebloods.

Because that's where
I get the best price.

Just make it happen.

So, I heard
you didn't get the girl.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

You should know
of all people

that incompetence has a very,
very high price.

It's Lennox.
I want a new team ready.

Yeah.
The Horsemen.

Make it so.

Well, well, well.

If it isn't Tyson Shabazz,
the new poster boy

for the vice department.

Daniel McGregor.

The guy with the perfect record,
yet doesn't know

how to stop crime.

I'm surprised the new mayor
doesn't give you accommodation.

Well, if I fucked up as bad
as you, you probably would.

I heard Chief Morrison gave you
a right bollocky today.

Personally, I'd have you sacked.

I don't know what
he sees in you.

'Cause I get results.
I don't talk about it.

I be about it.

What?

Using mixed martial arts
and brute force

to combat criminals?

They should call you, "MMA cop".

Danny, why are we always
clashing heads, man?

Have I done something
wrong to you?

Is this about Laura
in Personnel?

Because if it is,
we ain't done nothing, man.

She just wants
to play basketball

with me and my crew.

Sounds like she's spreading
her legs for the whole team.

Well, too bad you can't
make a jump shot, baby.

Oh yeah, baby!

Oh yeah.

Oh, that's the spot!

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah, oh, in my ass!

Oh yes!

What the fuck was that?

Call it evidence.

Right.

Listen, I'm done for the day,
so I'm out of here.

Well, you are, yes.

But not where you thought
you were going.

You didn't get
your witness statement signed

this morning,
so go and get it done.

Guv'nor, come on.

I can do it tomorrow morning.

No, you can't do it
tomorrow morning.

We need it now.

And now means
you go and do it now.

Thanks a lot, guv'nor.

Ah, hi, Detective Shabazz.
What a surprise.

I'm really sorry to disturb you,
but I kind of forgot to take

your signature
on your statement

and my boss has sent me here
to uh, to make sure it's done.

Okay, well, I'm just about
to pop the kettle on.

Did you want to
come in for a coffee?

Um, yeah, sure.

Yeah, sure, come in.

Yeah, so with all
of the restrictions,

I've mainly been working
from home.

I travel where I can.

I was in Moscow,
then Dubai, Geneva.

But I had a little break
in Turkey last month,

which wasn't work.

Did I put enough sugar
for you, Detective?

Oh, it's perfect.
And call me, "Tyson", please.

But what I don't get is,
what exactly do you do

for a job?

Oh, so I'm a journalist.

I used to work
for a big corporation,

but I'm a freelance now.

Aha.

What?

It's just that it's been,
get the police

and the media recently.

Detest them, defame them,
defund them even.

Did I say that?

You people all say that.

My people?

Honey, I started out
covering sports

and foreign affairs.

Maybe you people
should take a closer look

at how you conduct yourselves.

The police are supposed
to protect and serve.

Well, the media are supposed
to provide people

with the truth.

I guess some stereotypes
just don't hold up to scrutiny.

You want stereotype?

The bribery and corruption
in the UK eclipse

any third world country.

Eclipse, yeah?

Like a full moon over Miami.

Well, that doesn't surprise me.

I come easy.

All you need to do is
bake me a cake

and I'm all yours.

Well, I hope a cup of tea
is enough for now.

Yeah, you're right.

I've bothered you
too much today.

Don't be silly.
I never have any company.

My girlfriends are always busy.

I just kind of keep
myself to myself.

Um, have you got a pen?

Yeah, sure.
One moment.

I'll go and grab one.

Okay.

Oh, it started getting dark
so early.

Who were they?

I don't know.

But we've got
to get out of here.

You listen to me.

I don't tolerate incompetence.

Huh.

Yeah?

Where?

Alright.
I'll send a team.

Yo, what the fuck
are they doing?

Get down!

What do you mean she got away?

You were on my fucking payroll!

Do you know what that means?

That's right.

Sort it out for your own sake!

Sort it out and don't think
of showing your fucking face

here again
until you've done it.

Oi.

Listen,
cut the fucking bullshit.

Why does somebody
want to kill you?

I don't know.

You know as much as I do.

That's the wrong
fucking answer.

Try again.

You think it's something
that I'm reporting on,

don't you?

It's the only thing
that makes sense.

Why don't you tell me about it?

I was merely researching
for an article

that hasn't even
been published yet.

Go on.

The UK drug trade.

Financiers,
where the money's coming from,

where the money's going to.

I had a source,
but he was killed

about three months ago.

Executed live on film.

What, and you didn't think
it was important

to tell me all this?

Oi, I'm talking to you.

Like I said, the article
wasn't even published yet.

Or maybe digging around
was enough to paint

a target on your back.

I dug deeper.

This is starting to sound
a hell of a lot more

than just sports
and foreign affairs.

Have you ever heard
about babies getting sold?

What, for sex trafficking?

Worse.

Okay, this is a list
of known dealers

I was gathering information on.

Some of them
have been found dead

in the last three weeks.

Let me have a look.

Listen, we do this my way.

I trust you.

Yeah, connect me
to the UK national grid.

This is the first person
on our list.

Alright, you stay in the car.

You'll be alright here.

How the fuck did
you get in my house?

I let myself in here.

Get the fuck out of my house.

Gladly.

But not until you answer
some fucking questions.

Go and get your salad tossed,
pretty boy.

How you doing, Mrs. James?

What the fuck do you care?

'Cause I don't like injustice.

I don't like when
that shit happens.

Your lot executed my husband.

You know why.

Because the police love
to kill people of colour,

harass innocent people,
and enforce the law

of elite parasites.

Leroy controlled 50%
of the fucking drugs

in the South West of England.

So he wasn't running for Pope.

But I don't like the way
he was killed.

I know there's a lot
to be answered for.

What do you want?

The type of merchandise
that provides

a hundred times more profit
than cocaine.

When Leroy died,
so did his empire.

I don't run things
the way you might think I do.

So you're telling me you gave up
the lavish lifestyle?

Lavish?

Look at where I'm living,
pretty boy.

All of our assets were seized.

The only thing I have left
is my vibrator.

This is a list of names
I need information on.

Do you recognize any of them?

Why should I help you, pig?

These two.
And this.

Who are they?

A few months after Leroy died,
these guys offered me a deal.

And said it would be
worth my while.

Do I look like Mystic Meg?

What fucking deal?

Skin.

Young girls.

Boys.

Babies.

That I could traffic through
the same channels

that Leroy used to bring
the drugs through.

And you didn't go for it?

Look, I've told you enough.

Where can I find
these sons of bitches?

Not the Yellow Pages, habibi.

Albanian social club
on Elmhurst Avenue.

And they are not the kind
of people you want to fuck with.

I'm somebody
you don't want to fuck with.

Too bad you're a cop, habibi.

I've got some lady friends
that would really like you?

No thanks.

Close the door on your way out.

God damn pretty boy.

So after a long paper trail,
I came to a dead end.

All I could put together
is this person or organisation

wiping out these other
drug barons and sex traffickers.

Specialising in selling children
to the elite.

The elite?

Yeah, you know, celebrities,
royalty, the upper echelon

of society.

Or anyone that can match
the asking price.

Well, whoever this person is
or people.

It's the same motherfuckers
that are trying to get you out

of the picture
and protect this organisation.

That's right.

Three months and younger.
Unvaccinated.

I don't care if they rape
or eat it,

so long as they buy it.

2.5 million, sterling.

Because that's the price.

Yes, it is.
That's a fair price.

2.5 million.

No, no, no.

You're not listening
to me, are you?

You see, this is why I deal
with a very specific clientele.

If you want cheap,
go to Africa.

Alright.

Alright, now fair enough.

I'll do you a deal.

If you can't afford the price
of live skin,

why don't you buy
into my latest film?

Should be right up your alley.
Snuff.

You know, we've got a couple
of young whores in it.

Rejects.

Yeah, I thought
you'd like that.

Alright.
I've set up the deal.

Take this.

Why?

I don't know
how to shoot a gun.

Never used a camera?
Same principle.

Point and shoot.

But this place
looks like trouble.

You're gonna need
this weapon.

Baby girl, I am a weapon.

So how much do you want
for this shit, mate?

-You're kidding me.
-Calm down, man.

This is not clean.

You think I come from Jamaica
to play for nothing?

-Nah, mate.
-You're a fool.

-This is not what it is.
-Hear this man out now.

You can charge 50
for clean shit, not for this.

Calm down, man.
Calm down.

Yeah, no, no. No, fuck this,
fuck that.

You know what?

Give me some nice
cute little black skin.

How about that?
I need two of them.

You can-- you can get that man,
but you have to take this one.

It is enough for one.

Nah.

I'll give you 40
for that, plus two girls.

The best ones.
The cutest ones.

20 grand a night
for them girls there.

One of the best black fucking--

20 grand a night
for them girls there, you know.

I feel like I'll just
take my machete

and give you some slop.

More than what slop your mama
have to give you, you know.

You call that a knife?

This is a bombo-rass-clat
knife, boy.

Boss.

One white boy and two brothers.

Listen, Yardie.

You don't come into my club
and threaten me.

What's the matter with you?

The man's not close
to business with you.

Check balance.

You take a man for four,
we kill a man for less,

you know.

Oi!

I want to know who's running
the sex trafficking circuit

in this area.

Fuck that.
I know it's not you.

You don't look smart enough
to run a fucking bath,

you get me?

Okay.

If it's one white boy
and two brothers,

then show me what you can do.

I'll give you 60K
for his badge.

Fucking cunt.

Let's go.

Rass-clat. Fucking up, man.

Do it, boy, man.

In my country,
we kill cops for fun.

I'm not fucking sure
two brothers will do, mate.

Go fucking sort it out.

Don't worry, man.

I'm gonna fuck him up tonight.

This is a fucking
wild goose chase.

We're getting nowhere.

You okay, Cassie?

Hello, sweet cheeks.

You're gonna be the star
of my new film, huh?

I know that sound.

I want to introduce you
to a friend of mine.

Miss Tracy Lynn.

Action.

That's it.
Strip the bitch.

Oh, sweet cheeks.

I finally got you on my cross.

Do you have any idea
how long I've been watching you?

I begged and begged
to get you in here.

And finally,
my dreams have come true.

I could ruin this pussy.

You feel how sharp my knife is?

That pretty pussy.

Very nice.

Alright, alright.
Enough of that.

We're making snuff, not porn.

Fucking whore.

It's the little sluts like you,
sweet cheeks.

They don't deserve clothes.

Alright,
make this bitch scream.

Go on.
Be rough.

Hey, sweet cheeks.

It's time to die.

You only die once.

What do you want from me?

- Come on, louder.
- Louder!

I want to hear her scream.

They want to see pain,
so do I!

You fucking arsehole.

Help! Help me! Help!

I fucking hate you!

Tighter, tighter.

Shh.

Perfect.

So, did you get
a good night's sleep?

Never better, thanks.

Right.
Who's next on the list?

Uh, Sid Saville.
He's an accountant.

My rate is 15%.

15%, you cunt.

If you don't like it, go to that
Jewish bastard Goldstein.

Fuck off.

Right, you bitch.

You think you've fucking
mugged me off, don't you, cunt?

You cost me 5 fucking grand,
that last fight.

And I'm gonna get it back
one way or another.

I'm sorry, Mr. Saville.

I'll make up for it
when I win my next fight.

Right, you fucking bitch.

You're gonna pay
for it right now.

How dare you,
you dirty bastard.

Oh, you fucking bitch.

So, there's your bitch.

Oi, the fuck is going on here?

Who the fuck are you?

I'm the fucking Milkman, mate.

Fuck off.

Listen, you fucking cunt.

You've got some information
for me and I want it right now.

Fuck off, cunt.
I know fuck all.

Mate, you don't want
to talk to me like that.

I will knock you the fuck out.

You're gonna knock me out?

I'll tell you what.

You knock my boy out.

You see if you can
fucking sort him out.

Hi, my name's Tyson.

See?

T for Tyson.

What's your name?

His name is Tiny.

What?

What's tiny about him?

Oh.

That's not very nice.

You must be a very angry man.

Clean up on aisle one.

Right, you cunt.

What's under there?
Fucking bag of crumpets.

Fuck off.

You listen to me,
you fucking cunt.

I've been talking
to every sex trafficker,

every fucking dirty pedo,
and all they seem to have

in common is you.

You fucking money
laundering cunt.

Fuck off, cunt.

You better fucking tell me
what I want to know right--

Fuck off.

I should arrest you right now.

Fucking arrest me,
then I'll be out tomorrow, cunt.

Let me show you what they do
to pretty boys like you

in prison, yeah?

Fuck off.

Listen, cunt.

I'm not fucking playing.

Shit.

Hey, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm alright now.

-Thank you.
-Good.

Really appreciate that.

I guess he got
what he deserved, huh?

Yeah, definitely.

You're so cute.

Look, take my number.

There you go.

Thanks.
Come on, let's go.

So how did it go then?

Um, yeah, well,
he was being a bit anal,

but it was a dead conversation.

- He's going up north, is he?
- To meet the governor?

Okay.

Here's what we're gonna do.

He's gonna meet you instead,
and when he does,

the Horsemen are gonna
be waiting.

Is that clear?

Good.

Now listen to me very carefully,
you fucking little cunt.

I have had it with you.

I am tracking your every move.

Do you understand?

Good.

And I want you to remember,
the only reason

you are still alive
is because I'm a businessman,

and I believe a dirty cop
is more use than a dead one.

For now.

You know, we've spoken to
about half the people

on your fucking list
and so far we've come up

with jack shit.

To be fair,
you killed the last guy.

A fucking child molester.

Is that how you justify things?

So why are we here again?

Well, my guv'nor said
he's gonna meet us here.

Something doesn't feel right.

We're like sitting ducks
up here.

Listen, this is what
I want you to do.

Mr. Lennox, do you think
this is a game?

You've got the journalist
giving you more problems

than a promiscuous wife.

Now she's running
around with a renegade cop.

Take care of it.

What the fuck
are you doing here?

Well, I'm here to meet you.

I'm here to meet the guv'nor.

Well, the guv'nor sent me.

You ain't getting the girl.

Well, we need to take her back
to the station for questioning.

I deal with the guv'nor
or I deal with no one.

Tyson, I haven't got time
to play games.

Where's the girl?

Oho!

Danny boy, I always knew
you were a crooked cop.

I'ma give you five seconds.

You should know, Danny boy,

I'm always one step
ahead of you.

Lennox is gonna kill you.

Who the fuck is Lennox?

Tyson!

Come on.

You okay?

Yeah.

Stay here.

Let's go.

Right, bring him out.

To your knees.

Now crawl.

That's it, doggy.

Yes, mistress.

Do you want
a slow painful death?

Right, time to play.

Get up!

Look at you,
you pathetic little horse.

I've had enough of you.

Please master, please.

Please, I want to live.

Please.

What did you go
and do that for?

Son of a bitch touched me.

Who knows what the fuck
he stained my boots with.

You knew I wanted to do that.

Make it slow.

Oh, cameras.

Why can't they make 'em
as simple as firearms?

So Terry, how do you
want my study to go?

Keep it going.
Up the intensity.

Fucking cunt.

Excellent.

Okay, this is the last guy,
Colonel O'Malley.

I don't know what a guy
like this is doing on your list,

but let's see what
he has to say.

Look, I know you've been
watching out for me

over the last 48 hours

and I just wanted
to say thank you.

So, I'm waiting.

I don't know what
you're waiting for.

For you to tell me
why the poor girl outside

sitting in my car
has had multiple attempts

on her life in the last 48 hours
after you reached out to her,

'cause you were gonna
blow the whistle.

Look, one of my daughters
was murdered last month.

I have another hiding up north.

We can protect her.

You can't protect her.

You couldn't even protect
that journalist girl.

She's as good as dead.

Colonel, who are you afraid of?

Who killed your daughter?

Who's Lennox?

Major Terry Lennox.

He was just 19
when he joined my unit.

Special Forces.

Pride of Britain.

Expert marksman.

Hand-to-hand combat.

I trained him until he became
my second in command.

The kid was the perfect soldier,
but he became more

than a soldier.

He wanted to become the man.

Through our tours, Angola,
Ukraine, Iraq, Afghanistan,

he used his video camera
to film the gore,

the blood, the carnage.

Like he was making
a documentary.

Keep talking.

A few years after I retired,
he contacted me.

He was making millions,
making snuff films.

Said he could cut me in
a bigger business proposition.

If he could use
my list of connections,

he could cut me in
for his new product

for the most elite clients.

What product?

Children.

Mostly babies.

The younger, the better.

The whiter, the better.

You son of a bitch.

If that fucking bastard
is making millions

being a fucking psycho,
why the hell are you involved?

The last 10 years,
I've been the security advisor

to one of the biggest banks
in the country.

I'm the go-to guy
between Lennox

and the guy who pulls
all the strings.

Goldstein,
he's the shrewdest guy

you'll ever meet.

This is just not one bloke
doing business.

This is the establishment.

Fuck that.

I'm gonna annihilate them all.

You get me?

You can't.
This is too big.

You're dealing with
three merchants of death.

Listen,
I want all the fucking info

right now.

No. No, no.

All your contacts.

All your details.
Everything.

We can't. We can't, no.
No, no.

Everyone you know.

No, we can't!
We can't!

I want--

We can't fucking do it!

Watch out for those people!

Are you aiming for those people?

Well, maybe that traffic warden.

Oh my gosh!

Fucking women drivers.

Shit.

Oh my gosh!

Cassie, grab the wheel.

What, are you crazy?

Are you okay?

I think I'm gonna be sick.

You're okay.

Damn you, McGregor.

Did you kill him?

Yeah.
He's dead.

I can't believe after all
of this time,

we're still joined at the hip.

Well, must be my charm
and my good looks.

Well, it's definitely
not your driving.

Yes, Mr. Shafqat.

You'll see a tall blonde.

I want you to give
the cash to her.

Because cash is still king.

I don't want the tax man
come knocking.

So you give her the case
and then you pick up

the merchandise
in the agreed location.

And any tricks,
you're gonna have

to answer to Tracy Lynn.

Hm.

Right.

Couch is there.

Bedroom's there.

Bathroom's there.

Get yourself cleaned up
and get some rest.

Whose place is this anyway?

A friend of mine.
She's an air hostess.

And she's probably out
of town at the moment.

In fact, I think she's in Dubai.

A friend, eh?

Yeah.

And she's a very good friend.

So I don't think she'll mind
if you actually borrow

some of her clothes.

Oh, awesome.

Alright.

Lord knows I need
to get out of this shit.

I'm sweating like a nun's cunt.

Ah!

Oh gosh.

You better sort that.

Yeah, it's an incredibly
tough line of work.

But you know what?

I've been blessed
to be offered jobs all over.

But the one I might go for
is the one in New York.

New York?

Yeah, it would be amazing.

An apartment
overlooking Manhattan,

the coffee, the pizza.

Nothing beats
being freelance, though.

Being your own boss, you know?

Getting to focus
on the real news.

Did you know
that 10 million kids were sold

on the black market
alone last year?

You're really passionate
about this, aren't you?

Well, it definitely looks worse
than it is.

Are you kidding me?

I feel like a casualty of war.

Honey, please.

I've had worse cuts
shaving my legs.

Come here.

Listen, you little cocksucker.

I'm the most respected
in my field,

because I pick winners,
not losers.

And right now,
you are losing, pal.

Do the right thing.

Son of a bitch.

Can I ask you a question?

Yeah, of course.

So why do you always
get so nervous around me?

I don't get nervous, Cassie.

So what is it?

I just want to keep
things professional.

I don't even know
how I got into this shit.

Have you heard of the story
of the samurai in the garden?

No.

So, legend had it that there was
a great warrior fighting off

an army to protect
his garden of paradise.

He was being attacked
from all sides.

The only thing that the warrior
had was his courage, spirit,

and very large sword.

After all the fighting,
he was bruised and bloodied.

And the garden was destroyed,
except for his favourite plant.

But he was the only one
left standing.

The townspeople swore
that he overcame adversity,

because he had magic powers.

The warrior said he had
no magic at all.

That it was his love
for his paradise rose.

That's a cool story.

So, when you gonna get me
a real man to dominate?

What do you mean?

A real man to dominate.

I'm sick of these pathetic subs.

Don't start this again,
we've been through it

all before.

Still doesn't change the fact.

That doesn't matter.

Real men, as you put it,
are off limits.

Simple as that.

Why?

Because men are superior.

Those queers you dominate
are subhuman.

They don't count.

It's man, woman, sub.

That's the order.

Exactly.

The clients would love to see me
crushing a real man.

And what clients would they be?

Militant?
Feminist whores?

Their money's as good
as anybody else's.

Their money is not needed.

They are not needed.

Real men don't get dominated
by sluts like you.

Real men control you.

I control you.

You are my bitch.
Don't forget it. Ever.

Yeah, right.

What'd you say?

I--

From now on,
you'll speak when spoken to.

On your knees.

Lennox must have tracked us
through McGregor's phone.

Shit.

Once we're done with Goldstein,
I need to take the shit

off your phone.

If they can track us
through his,

they can track us through yours.

Well, well, well.

If it isn't the legend.

Detective Tyson Shabazz.

And Miss Cassie Daniels.

Tyson Shabazz.
1,600 in a current account.

4,000 in savings.

You owe two months outstanding
on your bank credit card.

Miss Cassie Daniels.
Hmm.

$5,000 in a current account.

A smattering of investments.

Mostly low-growth losers.

With a high-interest mortgage,
that will take you at least

15 years to pay off.

Money is a commodity
just like oil and water.

The city of London,
the global financial centre,

is the best brand
there is in the world.

The US might have the strongest
military arm in the world,

but we have
the ultimate financial hand.

When we sneeze,
we dictate who gets the virus.

Are you going
somewhere with this?

Or do you just
love chatting shit?

Not so long ago,
our bank loaned

a large sum of money
to our international clients.

In Eastern Europe
or the Balkans, for instance,

they certainly won't be paying
that back

by selling counterfeit
sportswear or baklava.

That's why we must protect
and nurture

our clients' major cash crop.

Especially those
of the young female variety.

Are you sure
you wouldn't like a drink?

Actually, mate, I want answers.

I want to know
why a top London bank

is loaning out money
to known sex traffickers.

I want to know why snuff movies
and paedophilia are suddenly

small print on
a fucking account statement.

Look, all you need to know
is that you, my son,

have walked into something
way over your head.

This young woman has
caused you a lot of trouble.

Look, you're a handsome fellow.

Why don't you kick this lady
to the curb and find yourself

another bitch to play with?

You know what we're here for?
I want Lennox's files.

All of them.

Or I'll turn that nice
white wall over there

into a fancy
Expressionist painting.

You get me?

What?
Oh my gosh!

Any news outlet would
die to have this material.

It's like a who's who
of Great Britain.

That, my dear, is exactly
why nobody will publish it.

What you have there
is a map of power.

Real power.

You see this shit?
You're under arrest.

I thought you were
a fucking legend.

No, he's just history.

History is not made
by the truth.

It's made by what people believe
is the truth.

And their beliefs come
from the information available.

The truth is for historians
a hundred years from now.

And by then, who knows what
really happened or even cares.

Tyson!

Yeah, do you think you're
smart killing Goldstein?

There will be another black book
with the same names in it

and I'll find it.

Little boys like you do not seem
to see the big picture.

In my days we had ideals,
like world revolution.

Now bastards like you
just know greed,

you son of a bitch.

Good job with the girl, Royce.

But tell me, did you definitely
kill that fucking cop Shabazz?

Yes, boss.

Perfect.

Now here's what we're gonna do.

My flight comes in at 0300.

Until then,
watch the perimeter.

Who knows who's gonna show up?

What about the girl?

Don't worry about her,
she's dog meat.

Well, can I have her?

Yeah, sure, go for it.

But you know what?

Take it easy.
You're too violent.

When you're with a woman,
you gotta woo her,

you know what I mean?

You take her out
for a nice candlelit dinner,

romantic.

Then you stick
a fucking razor blade

up her cunt.

Yo, Central, please tell me
you've got a location

on that phone.

I tracked the cell number.

It's a Rains Avenue,
it's just outside Doncaster.

It's a warehouse
on private land.

The phone is still on
and hasn't moved in a while.

Just stay on the A1
and you'll be there

within the hour.

Okay, good looking out.

Well, well, well.
Miss Daniels.

All tied up, I see.

What do we actually have here?
Hm? Have a look.

Oh, what's that?

You've taken one
of my men's toys.

It's not very nice, is it?
Hm?

Now, you may be wondering
why I've kept you alive,

killed your boyfriend.

But I believe in being thorough.

So I'm gonna make you
a little deal.

You tell me who else
you've informed

of my operations

and I promise, Miss Lynn here,
she'll kill you nice and quick.

We're in for a long night then,
aren't we?

Oh, I think so.

Have you got the fucking balls
to fight with me?

You've got the balls,
but you haven't got the heart.

Tyson!

Tyson!

Tyson!
Are you okay?

Never better.

Are you crazy?
Why have you come for me?

Paradise rose.

Detective Shabazz.

Welcome to my fortress.

Tell me, what do you think
of the place?

To be honest mate,
I'm a bit disappointed.

Where's the fucking
tea and biscuits?

What's the matter, big boy?

I thought you were supposed
to be tough.

Anytime, Lennox, just take
off the fucking handcuffs.

I'll take you on in my sleep,
underwater,

and with the lights turned off.

Bravo.

There still are heroes
in the world.

Well, we've got
your little black book

from your late boyfriend,
Goldstein.

That's right.

What's your fucking game,
Lennox?

It's a fucking circus,
when 150 of the world's

most powerful people can meet
in secret

in the Netherlands
and no one gives a fuck.

They decide the fate of billions
of people, yet lo and behold

as soon as a footballer
has a sex scandal,

it's on the front page.

Well, a man in my position
can make an awful lot

of money from that.

That's what I came to realise
when I was in Afghan,

in the Ukraine,
spilling my blood,

my men's blood.

I thought to myself,
"Why defend

an ignoble population?"

Then I came
to realise something.

They are there for one reason.
One reason only.

Expediency.

Well, you fucked up
my humble headquarters,

so I'm gonna have to be moving.

Rest assured, I'm gonna be
sipping cocktails

in my island paradise
before they've even found

your bodies.

Not before I've made
one more masterpiece.

What fine specimens I have.

Well, well, well, lookie,
lookie what we've got here.

Tyson!

No! Tyson!

No.

What's your Tyson going to do?

No.

You going to stop me, are you?

Don't fucking touch her.

I don't think so.

Tyson!

What you gonna do
about it, big boy?

Huh?

Well, you want some too, do you?

I've got the perfect thing
for you.

Action.

Get your hands off of him,
you bitch.

Can you handle this pussy?

Bitch, I'll make
that pussy bleed.

I'd like to see you try.

Don't lose it.
Don't lose it.

Oh, oh, oh fuck.

Oh yes.

Oh fuck.
Oh yeah.

Oh, don't lose it.
Don't lose it.

You bastard.

I told you I'd make
that pussy bleed, bitch.

You okay?

Yeah.

Tyson!

What do you know?

You're a natural.

Tyson, where are you going?

Don't worry, there's one more
and he's all mine.

Wait a minute.

Shabazz, take this briefcase.

There's 3.4 million in there.

Take it and disappear.

You have no idea
what you've got yourself into.

You were never here.

Go on then.
Do it.

Do it, you cunt.
Shoot me!

I've got a better idea.

Guard.

One moment please.

Detective Shabazz.

Nice suit.

You know what they say
to walks like you in suits?

What's that?

Will the defendant
please rise?

You've got jokes.

I'm glad.

Well, you're gonna have plenty
of time to share those jokes

with your gay boyfriends.

I'm sure you know
all about that.

Like I said, you've got jokes.

You know I couldn't come here
without saying goodbye.

It's a nice housewarming.

You're gonna have
a nice, long, hard stay.

And my friend Tiny here
is gonna make sure

that tight little hole of yours
is widened.

Go to hell Shabazz.

You first, motherfucker.

Come here, pretty boy.

Shabazz!

Seriously.

Yeah. Give me everything
on Tyson Shabazz.

Right.

So, what was so important
that you couldn't tell me

over the phone?

I'm taking the job in New York.

I've got to write what I know.

Are you sure
you want to do this?

Will you come and visit me?

Take care, Cassie.

Tyson!