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Someone is involved

in swapping one ton of clean cocaine

for a product laced with fentanyl.

You find that clean cocaine,

you find the people that did this.

Hey!

It's done. Time you started delivering your promises.

I really regret what I did to you.

You will feel every inch of pain that you caused Nasir.

Fucking bitch!

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Gangs of London 3rd season, Episode 5

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I'm sorry.

No! No!

No! No!

I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant.

- I don't give a fuck! - It's Sean's.

Don't be stupid.

The wallaces will give you anything you want for this child.

Use it. Use it.

LAHORE - Pakistan

I wish you wouldn't do that. Think about the baby.

How are you feeling? Have you felt him move today?

Let me see.

When do they arrive?

I do not know.

Arm.

I'm tired.

You need to prepare yourself for the birth.

You're having this baby whether you like it or not.

You do know what he's planning on doing, don't you?

As soon as I have this baby, he will slit my throat.

It's the only thing keeping me alive.

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- Welcome to Lahore. - Where is she?

- All in good time. - I want to see her now.

Does Sean know?

And you're sure it's his?

I'll need it confirmed by a doctor of my choosing.

Of course.

So you're happy with our deal?

You assured me she was being well looked after.

I killed his son. How do you think they're treating me...

And Sean's baby?

She's perfectly comfortable.

Come. We'll discuss this in my office.

If you want this baby alive, take me to London.

She comes with me.

You know the deal. I bring the baby to London,

then you give me access to your ports.

The deal has changed.

You think I don't know your situation?

The government's frozen your assets.

I'm your only way back into London.

If I let her go, I'll never see her again.

Surely you can't walk away from your grandchild.

This is business.

I leave in two days. She comes with me

or the deal is off.

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You fucking bitch!

Fucked up everything.

I'm going to cut out that tongue and slit your throat.

Do it!

You should have come for me that day and not my son.

The mistake you made was loving him.

- Fucking bitch! - Please, please.

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- Get off me! Get off me! - I'm here.

You hear that?

That's your baby. He's strong, he's a fighter.

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They're nearly here. Get the rest of your things.

Yes?

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You wait there.

Yes?

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- Move! - What?

Move!

Get your fucking hands off of me! Get your hands...

What is going on? What the fuck is going on?

- We're on our way. - Marian, I'm so terribly sorry.

I have some devastating news.

There was some complication with the pregnancy overnight.

The doctors tried everything, but I'm afraid to say that

we were unable to save the baby.

- No baby. No deal. - Marian, please.

Come.

Please take a seat.

What happened to Marian?

She went back to London.

Please?

Eat.

What?

Did you think I'll poison you?

That I would let you off so easily?

Don't be stupid.

What was your plan once you got to London?

Are you hoping to get Marian on your side,

to convince her to let you live?

Or did you think it would be easier to escape in London?

Or maybe you thought Sean Wallace will come to your rescue...

With a marriage proposal?

Relax, we are taking you to London.

To Marian?

I was offered a better deal.

By who?

An old friend.

Who?

You and your associates

have trafficking routes into London,

and I want you to arrange a safe passage

for a very precious piece of cargo for me.

And why would I do that?

Because I will be keeping your baby.

You can take this baby and drown it in the fucking river.

You say that.

But you cannot control the love that you have for your child.

Believe me, it controls you.

When you will hold it for the first time in your arms,

you will feel that power.

And I'm confident

that you will do anything to keep him alive.

You're wrong.

We'll see.

LONDON - England

How are you feeling after the flight?

Are you okay?

- No, no. I need some air. - Try and keep calm.

My god. I feel sick.

Something's wrong.

- What's going on, lale? - I feel sick, please.

- Windows. - No, no, no. I need to get out.

- Something is wrong. - No.

Okay.

- I just need some air. - Okay.

Please. I'm going to be sick.

I think we should let her out.

I need to walk. I need to go out.

She needs some air.

Stay with her.

Okay. Okay. Okay. Calm. Stay calm.

- Come on. - Water, please.

Here, here. Okay.

Drink slowly.

Deep breaths.

What was that? Go and see.

Help! Help!

That way.

In there.

- Do you see her? - I can't see shit.

Find her. Come on.

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First floor clear.

Fuck. Rip this place apart till we find her.

Wait... Listen.

Try the next room.

Okay, okay, okay.

Shh... baby. Shh.

Fuck.

Shh.

No, no, no! No!

No.

Congratulations.

Fuck you.

We can keep him safe for you in Lahore.

Do as I ask and you will be reunited with your son.

In a coffin?

- In your arms. - I will never be free.

What life is this going to be for my child?

A hostage forever.

No. No.

Would you choose this life for your son?

Would you?

- Would you? - No, lale. No.

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What exactly is it you need me to do?

I'll be in touch.

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