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My wife and son

were killed in a hit-and-run seven years ago.

He was paid to crash into your wife.

It was a targeted kill.

What's to say he's not trying to fuck with your mind right now.

Nothing.

But I can't risk finding out that he isn't.

Someone's trying to frame me for this cocaine spiking.

I had nothing to do with it.

I don't care.

Sean is out there on his own.

So we need to catch up with him before someone else does.

Sean, stop.

You want to get on that helicopter,

you tell me what I need to know.

What's his fucking name?

You can't kill me.

I'm Sean fucking Wallace.

I'm a proper fucking cunt!

- Moe? - I'm up here.

Did you get any?

Sonnex is charging double.

Says the streets are dry.

Do you know what? You need to go back out.

You need to score some fucking more money, Ali.

Fuck off. Why is it always...

Because you fucking owe me!

How many times have I saved your fucking skin?

I found us this place. And I...

- You said this place was empty. - Shh.

Come.

Fucking Wallace.

I'm a proper fucking cunt!

Still.

Go on, have a look.

- You go. - No.

You fucking go. You fucking go now.

Just go.

Shh.

Fuck.

Come on, moe.

We have to go now.

I've seen that guy around.

He lives near here.

No, I've got a better idea.

What?

Do you know how much this guy's worth?

You've done me a great favour, killing Sean Wallace.

Thank you.

It's no use now. We've lost him.

I want to find Sean as much as you, believe me,

but we can't drive around all night.

Luan's men will be onto us.

Billy, this is the third time we've been down

this fucking street. What's the plan?

What are you playin' at?

You gonna answer that?

Yeah.

Yep.

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

No.

I'm sorry, son.

He's alive. They're... They're lying.

Two guys brought the body to luan.

Sean's dead, Billy.

Sean.

I've missed you so much.

I miss you, too.

I'll never let you go again.

It's too late... It's too late.

Six hundred and thirty-two.

That's the official number.

Not including the unreported deaths.

Then there's the survivors.

Brain damage.

Psychosis.

Seizures.

What do you want?

I read your file.

It's compelling stuff.

How does someone so exemplary, so...

Committed to doing the right thing,

become a heartless prick overnight?

What... Do you want?

I would like you to hand yourself in.

We'll ensure a shorter sentence

as a thank you for your cooperation.

And guess what?

You get to live in the knowledge that you gave justice

to those victims, that you paid for your crimes.

"My crimes?"

And you can prove that, can you?

Thank you for your offer, but I think I'm gonna pass.

Mr. Carter, I get what I want...

In the end.

What the fuck was the mayor doing here?

Wasn't to inquire about my health.

Looks like she's got plainclothes tailing me.

I need to find Sean.

Sean's dead, Elliot.

Tonight.

Word is someone collected the bounty from luan.

What are you doing?

I think the person who killed Sean...

Also did our driver.

I need to find him.

- So what are you thinking? - I don't know.

I have to talk to luan.

Okay, and what about your police friends outside?

Can you hold them off?

I'm parked on level three.

My daughter will be four tomorrow.

I can finally pay for a real party.

With balloons and cake. Magicians!

Kids don't like magicians no more.

They do.

No, it's all marvel and fucking paw patrol, bro.

- What you spend it on then? - I don't know.

Sex and drugs, rock and roll.

And a nice little gaffe by the river.

So I can look down on them cunts that used to ignore us.

Whoo!

Go and get some drinks, yeah?

Let's have a fucking party.

My man.

Stella, habibti.

Two bottles of champagne.

Please.

Yes.

You rolling like that, yeah?

So earlier today, a man didn't even have enough for a bag.

Yo, how much dick did you have to suck

to get that kind of p?

Don't talk to me like that.

Or what? What are you gonna do?

Come on, pussy-o.

I wouldn't talk like that

to the man who killed Sean Wallace.

Two bags, sonnex, then get the fuck out of our faces.

Come on.

Yeah?

You fucking stupid?

- What? - You can't go around telling people

you killed Sean fucking Wallace.

You're a liability, man.

- Yeah. - Billy, it's me.

It is the middle of the night.

You were sleeping, were you?

Toast.

I told you to keep him alive.

I don't take orders from you.

You have no idea what you've done!

This one here killed my daughter.

The guy who killed the driver,

who ran me over earlier and took Sean.

Did he bring him to you?

It was dark. Maybe.

But there were two.

And why would the spiker kill Sean?

They were associates.

Yeah, we may have been wrong about that.

What the fuck are you talking about now?

Luan, Sean might have been innocent.

No! He did it.

With Billy and Cornelius.

And they're gonna fucking pay for it, man.

Look, I need to find those guys.

Have you got a location?

- I'll take you there. - No. No.

Sooner or later, Marian's gonna find out

you've got her son's dead body in the boot of your car.

You have your own problems to deal with.

Look, I did everything you asked.

I know. The place is empty. No one saw me.

Where are they now?

Okay. I'll find them.

Mrs. Wallace, luan dushaj is here to see you.

My god.

What have you done?

I'm sorry it has come to this,

but your son was responsible for the death of my daughter,

and I cannot let that be.

I only have respect for you, Marian,

and I do not want a war with you.

But I must kill those responsible.

Billy and Cornelius.

I swear I will not harm you,

as long as you stay out of my way.

I hope we can come to an agreement.

- No one. - Ask your friends around, yeah?

Any luck?

They're saying there's some guy at Sullivan's.

Boasting about killing Sean Wallace.

Fuck it!

Another round on me, guys!

Stella, 20 of your finest beers, please.

To that dead prick Sean Wallace,

who's made us rich men.

What did I fucking tell you.

We're old friends here.

I'm gonna go to the little boy's room, yeah?

Whilst I'm gone,

keep your big fucking mouth shut.

- Okay? - All right.

All right.

Chill.

You know this place?

Yeah. Full of junkies.

You good?

Yeah.

You sure?

I said I'm fucking ready.

It wasn't easy taking down the Wallace.

Looks like a weak cunt, but he had a killer right hook.

Bang! He caught me here.

So I got pissed off and I said to him,

"fuck you, Sean Wallace."

"I'm not scared of you or your family."

Fair play, lad.

Then what did Sean say?

Because I say, "fuck the wallaces."

"Every last one of them."

I'll break.

And you can tell me how you did that little cunt in.

So then, moe pinned him down,

I picked up the gun and held it to his head.

What did Sean do?

Pissed his fucking pants.

Oi!

You fucking...

Moe!

Moe!

No, please! I haven't done anything.

Fuck!

No, no, no, bruv!

No, no, please!

Fuck!

Really?

Fucking junkies.

Get up, you little shit.

I would like nothing better than to kill you myself.

But I think the lad might have other ideas.

Please, man, please!

Please, I swear we haven't fucking done anything!

Go on, Billy boy!

Wait, wait, wait!

There's a bag of money over by the sink.

That's yours, man, take it!

Fuck!

Please, please!

Ali! Fucking help, man.

Has he found the bag?

Look, please just take it... Fucking...

Bro, that's your money, man, that's yours.

Just let me fucking go!

Yeah? That'll be cool.

- Bro, yeah, yeah. - No.

No, no, no!

Moe.

We didn't kill Sean.

- I swear. - What's this then?

Pocket money?

We didn't kill... Please, I swear!

Don't fucking move.

If this is anything to do with your fucking coke,

I told you, we don't know anything about it.

Put him down.

Where is he?

The one that killed Sean.

That's not him.

That's not the guy that took him.

See, I told you it wasn't us.

Please, we didn't kill Sean. We just found the body.

I saw who did it.

I know who he is.

Please.

- Take him. - Get up.

The fuck do you think you're doing?

Shut the fuck up, man.

I need him.

This has got fuck all to do with you!

Sab, go.

Fuck.

Easy, easy.

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Slow down. Slow down. Breathe.

We need to find out where Sean's killer is.

Get him talking now.

Elliot, he's fucking messed up.

Hey, bruv. Relax, man.

Fuck this.

Please, don't hurt me. Please.

Fuck, chill out, man!

What's he saying?

What's he saying?

Just something about his daughter.

What's your name?

- Ali. - Where are you from, Ali?

I move. Right now I'm east.

Not far from the high street.

You got your own place?

No. Just, tent.

Moe found us somewhere, but I can't go back there.

How do I know you're not going to kill me?

You help us, and we will help you.

Just tell me what you saw.

I saw the guy shoot Sean Wallace.

I recognise him.

He lives in a place near where I sleep.

- Take me. - Please, I told you what I know.

Yeah, but now I have to find out if it's true.

Please, he's gonna kill me, please.

- Please, please! - Yo, there's cops.

Armed police. Do not move!

Evening, fellas.

What's all this fuss about?

Don't move.

Okay, let's just calm down.

Yeah? Whoa!

Put your hands on the car.

- What for? - Hey!

- Do it now. - What for, man?

Hey!

Get off me, man. I ain't got nothing.

Elliot Carter, you are under arrest

for possession of a firearm with intent to cause violence.

They're all clear, sir.

Sab... saba!

Stay back!

Get him talking. Find out what I need to know.

Saba.

Hurry up.

I want my phone call.

Lines are busy, mate.

Sorry.

Why did you call me here, Eddie?

You've had your pound of flesh.

- But this ends now. - No.

Not until I've got Billy and Cornelius.

You think Marian's going to stand for that?

Marian knows what will happen if she gonna interfere.

Luan... you don't want a war. None of us do.

- I'm thinking of my family. - So am I.

Let it go, luan. It's done.

My boy.

Your hands.

Billy.

What the fuck do you want then?

Been a few years, sis?

Long time.

Didn't know family was so important to you.

Always has been.

It's you that forgot.

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.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Billy. Billy.

Are you fucking joking?

You're the one that left him to die.

Why don't you just say it?

For once, admit that you made a mistake.

Admit that you abandoned us, both of us.

Billy.

Your mother's right.

You can stand here all night, tearing strips off each other.

But the fact of the matter is, Sean's dead.

And the cunts that framed us aren't.

The only way for you to get justice

for your brother now is for us to work together.

You can blow each other's brains out after that.

Hey! Hello!

I want my fucking phone call!

Hey!

You heard of a guy called Ali? No? You sure?

Thanks.

I didn't tell them anything.

I swear, man. I didn't.

I didn't. Please.

Shit.

Who's that?

He was dead when we found him.

Throat slit.

What do you want me to do?

Go dark. Look after yourself.

I'll be in touch.

Tell Simone thearle I'm ready to talk.

I need to talk to you.

Privately.

Yeah, I'm afraid that's not something I can do.

And even if it was...

- Locking me up is pointless. - I wouldn't say that.

They tell me that firearm possessions...

It's a good ten years.

But I'm not the one you're looking for.

If you keep me locked up in here,

you may never find them.

And what's going on out there can only get worse.

Last night, someone murdered Sean Wallace.

That person is involved in swapping one ton of clean cocaine

for a product laced with fentanyl.

That product made its way into the streets

and killed 600 people.

And why would this "someone" do that?

That's what I'm trying to figure out.

An operation that big, they're not working alone.

You find that clean cocaine,

you find the people that did this.

Okay, so you think that they've got

your clean cocaine and what, planning to sell it?

I'm just a concerned citizen.

Okay.

I've read about you, too.

Okay.

I know about your brother.

I've lost people also.

And I know how much you want to make a change.

We can help each other.

We have a deal?

Come forward.

Stop there.

License, please.

Thank you.

What is this?

Random spot checks.

Part of the mayor's new war on drugs.

Thank you.

I need to check the back.

Excuse me?

I need to see in the back of the Van.

All good.

This is your confession.

You sign and date it for a week's time.

And if you don't deliver by then,

you're back inside.

And you're not getting out.

The release needs to go through the dumani lawyers.

This has to look real.

- For both of us. - I'm aware.

My entire political career rests on this.

And my life.

Then you'd better come up with something quick.

The coke's in Belgian beer kegs.

That's what we're looking for.