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Got you a present, Elly.

It's Elly.

Sean's dead, Billy.

Two guys brought the body to Luan.

He did it. Killed my daughter

with Billy and Cornelius.

His name is Elliot Carter.

I want this guy to be our number one target.

You find the evidence and lock him the fuck up.

Evenin', fellas.

Yeah... Whoa!

They tell me that firearm possession is a good ten years.

Well, I'm not the one you're looking for.

You find that clean cocaine, you find the people that did this.

We can help each other.

Oh, my God.

You've had your pound of flesh.

Let it go, Luan. It's done.

You don't want a war. None of us do.

Luan thinks you're to blame for his daughter's death,

and he wants you dead.

I can offer you protection,

but I want you to help me destroy those

who murdered Sean.

Luan!

Luan!

The funeral is for family only.

There are rumours that Billy and Cornelius

are planning to attend.

I don't think that that's...

I've told them to keep away.

I don't want any trouble.

Not today, anyway.

And tomorrow?

I know what it is to bury a son, Marian.

Please do not confuse your grief with a need for revenge.

I'm going to walk.

That's not really funeral attire, is it?

Aren't they burying your mate today?

What have you got for me?

A random spot check pulled over a transit van

headed out the city the other morning.

One of many, of course, but, um,

didn't know what we were looking for at the time.

But after your tip-off, we went over the logs

and saw it had a cargo full of beer kegs.

This one,

turns out plates didn't match the vehicle.

Did they ID the driver?

Well, yeah, but I'm sure you can guess.

- Also fake? - Mmm-hmm.

They know it was a woman, that's it.

Now, traffic cameras pick her up near this garage.

Then nothing.

The guy who runs the place has a pretty questionable past.

The assumption is he's changed the plates again, but, uh...

Well, he's not the type to talk to the police, which is a shame.

Because if there was someone who could get him to open up,

give us the new registration.

- Then you could track the plates. - Mmm.

All right.

Elliot.

I'm trusting you know where the line is?

Mine, right? Not yours.

Someone crossed that line a long time ago.

- I don't want blood on my hands. - We may have a deal,

but I don't work for you.

So you draw your lines, I'll draw mine.

You know, you have less than a week to deliver me results, Elliot.

Remember that.

Lale?

Lale!

Lale.

Yes.

You said this wouldn't be a problem.

Mrs. Wallace.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Do I know you?

I knew Sean.

It wasn't right,

what happened to him.

This is a private service.

Family only.

Of course.

Fuck are you doing here? It's supposed to be Saba and Faz.

It's not just you who's fucked if we don't get that stock back.

Yeah, I know, but...

So why are you running around on your own?

We're meant to be partners in this.

Listen, there's a man in there who I need to get talking

and it might get messy.

And?

So who gave you your lead?

Old friend from the force, he owed me one.

Seriously?

You better be sure you can trust him.

I am.

Excuse me? You the owner?

It depends who's asking.

Transit came in here two nights ago.

Registration CK61 WKN.

- You changed the plates? - You lot deaf or fucking stupid.

Said already, I don't know nothing about it.

We're not the police.

Either way, I don't give a fuck, love.

I ain't seen no transit van.

What the fuck is this?

Where is everyone?

It's a trap.

Luan!

Go, go, go.

Stairs.

Stay back.

Stay the fuck back!

I'm gonna fucking kill her. Yeah?

Shoot him, Billy.

Now they don't.

'Cause mama gonna die.

I said stay back!

Stay back, Billy.

Put the gun down, or I'll fucking kill her.

And do it now.

Now!

Do as he says, lad.

Billy, put the fucking gun down.

Or you'll be burying two Wallaces today.

This is the last fucking warning.

Billy.

Listen to your fucking uncle, Billy.

Fuck you.

Fucking kill him, Billy!

What the fuck?

Who was driving the van?

Fuck you.

Try again. Who was driving the van?

I didn't see anyone.

The van was just here in the morning.

I did the job, and they picked it up after I'd gone home.

- Who asked you to do the job? - I get calls.

I don't ask fucking questions.

I would tell you, I would!

Fuck!

You want the new reg, yeah?

Have it. It's over there. In my desk.

I want a name.

Don't look at her! Look at me.

I don't have a fucking name.

No, no, no! Please!

Please!

- I don't... No, don't! - You don't...

Elliot, Elliot.

This is a waste of time.

Let's just get the plate number.

Go on.

Yeah.

Fuck!

- Elliot. - Don't fucking do that!

What the fuck was that about?

Even if he had given us a name, what difference would it make?

We know Sean was behind this.

Yeah, well, I think he was set up.

So what now?

Well, I'll run the new reg with my friend,

assuming you don't have a problem with me using him again.

You mix a sample of whatever drug you're planning to take with water,

dip the paper strip in, and if any fentanyl's detected,

a single line will appear.

Um, how soon can we roll this out?

People are dying every day from this contaminated cocaine batch.

Well, we're working quickly. 24 hours?

Do you know how we're going to spin this?

The public haven't exactly been receptive

to policies they see as enabling drug use, in the past.

Our polling suggests the tide is turning.

People just want these deaths to stop.

Oh, uh...

I'm sorry. Uh, can you excuse me?

Something urgent has come up.

Uh, you need me?

Uh, no, no, you stay. You can fill me in later.

Mirlinda.

Mirlinda!

Shit. Okay, okay.

Wait.

- Shh. Hide. - Shh.

MIRLINDA. Okay. Uh, Bukuroshe.

Luan.

Luan?

Luan wants to make a deal.

Luan is willing to give you anything you want

as an act of contrition.

Businesses, routes, everything you need,

he will hand over to you.

He will not seek any more revenge

as long as you agree to the same.

How magnanimous.

We can work...

- He's gone. - Fuck!

They can't have got far.

Find them.

This is the place.

Traffic camera's picked up the van driving in here.

Give me a minute.

Check those plates.

Anything?

No.

Hey!

- Did you see the driver? - No!

Yeah, okay, thanks, Dad.

Dad's going to get Faz and Saba and the others looking for that van.

We were so close.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

What aren't you telling me?

Elliot?

What the fuck?

That logo.

I've seen it before.

It was on some files Naomi had.

Naomi as in your wife?

Look, the guy who took Sean,

I recognised him because he's also the driver

who killed Naomi and Samuel.

Are you sure?

The spiking... The hit and run.

What if it's all connected?

Maybe she was investigating them and that's why they had her killed.

Sean said the driver was paid to run her off the road.

Oh, hang on a minute.

This is all coming from Sean?

Elliot.

Sean knew how much this would hurt you.

He wanted you chasing ghosts.

I still have some of Naomi's things at Dad's.

- Maybe there's something in there. - Yeah.

Look, why don't I come with you?

No.

Thank you.

Yeah, no, it's fine. I'll, um...

I'll look into that logo.

Nothing yet.

They've gone to ground.

It's just a matter of time.

We're searching every business they're connected to,

every safe house, every port.

I'll find them.

Uh, one minute!

Shoot.

Okay.

Problem?

You tell me.

What, I don't know what you mean.

Um. Well, disappearing during office hours,

mysterious messages.

When you are here, you seem, uh, distracted.

Spit it out, Henry. What are you getting at?

Are you using again?

Uh, I, um...

I'm working with Elliot Carter.

He says he was set up with a contaminated cocaine.

That someone swapped his clean product

with a batch that had been spiked.

And you believe him?

Well, I'm simply giving him the opportunity to prove it.

Have you lost your fucking mind?

Look, tell me you didn't get him out of custody.

Elliot has made more progress in one day

than the police have all week.

Look, he's currently tracking the van the drugs were smuggled in.

Colluding with the criminals we're supposed to be fighting against

is not the way to win this.

Okay, then tell me what is, Henry.

Because right now, no one believes that we can actually do anything

about these gangs.

I'm just another politician spouting a load of shit

making empty promises.

Legalisation of all drugs.

It's your policy. You said it yourself.

It's the only way to hit all the gangs at once.

Take away their business.

Yes, and I dropped it from the campaign for a reason.

There just isn't enough support.

Yes, but that was before hundreds of people died

in a single night from poisoned drugs.

Oh...

It would cut the gangs off at the knees.

Oh, I don't know, I mean...

Do you really think people are ready to listen?

I do.

We commend to Almighty God, our son and brother, Sean,

and commit his body to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

I hear you decided not to take my advice.

I learned from my mistakes.

Consider the cost of revenge, Marian.

You misunderstand me.

My mistake was not recognising how weak we were, divided.

Billy.

I'll, uh, catch you up.

- You sure? - I'll see you back at the house.

Look at you, all dressed up like a ventriloquist's fucking dummy.

You see all this business about you turning up

and giving my sister your slippery advice,

that's gonna stop.

Because we are not interested in anything you have to say.

You always were a fucking cunt.

And you...

were always just a wee, jumped up fucking lackey.

You and Finn, acting like you were someone.

You want to know what I really think of yous?

Ah.

It's done.

Time to start delivering your promises.

Fuck.

Fuck.