All language subtitles for Bulletproof.S01E04

We'’re off the Sharp case
due to negligence.

You had Sharp in your custody
and now he'’s dead.

Listen to me, Barton.
Help me and I'’ll help you.

The weapons we used
on the work...

..I know the supplier.

TANNER: Barton'’s dead.

My contacts tell me he had
his throat cut in the shower.

Sir.

TANNER: Sir.

It was my decision
to go and see Barton.

Yet Ms Tanner authorised it?

I just thought,
under the circumstances...

Only because I pressurised her.

This is what happens
when rules get broken -

when officers disregard
the law...and their duty.

You were told you were
off the Sharp investigation.

I didn'’t cause Barton's murder.

You disobeyed a direct order.

There was a robbery.
Three men that did it are dead.

Sharp'’s killer shot 'em.

He'’s covering his tracks.
Barton was the next on the list.

For all you know, your prison
visit put him on that list -

if there is a list,
which you also don'’t know.

You don'’t know anything.

Which is precisely why your unit
was taken off the Sharp case.

Misjudgement, failure,
incompetence.

If you'’d just let us do our job,
then we...

Without my support,
you wouldn'’t have a job at all.

You'’d be in front of
a disciplinary board,

answering charges of
gross professional misconduct.

Which is why Ms Tanner
authorised you,

and not Bishop, to visit Barton.

She knew
that if anything went awry

that I would step in
to protect my son'’s career -

and, by extension, her own.

Your mother never wanted you
to come into law enforcement.

Maybe she knew
you weren'’t up to it.

I will not have you ruin
my reputation.

This is the last time
I intervene on your behalf.

- I can live with that.
- Sir.

I can live with that, sir.

- Yo, man, how did it go?
- Bad.

TANNER: That wasn'’t fair, Pike.
- Man doesn'’t do fair.

For the record,
it was Director Pike

that took us off the Sharp case.

Against my advice
and better judgment.

I'’m never gonna get
an exec level promotion.

Do you know why?
Cos I'’m not a massive twat.

[Music fades up]

♪ WRETCH 32: Unorthodox

♪ I was born on beat
That'’s a good start

♪ I had a feeling
I'’ll push past

♪ So now I feel like
I'’m the reason I should last

♪ Unorthodox

♪ I make the bar
so I call the shots

♪ We don'’t follow no crowd

♪ They follow us

♪ Don'’t follow no sound

♪ It follows us

♪ Don'’t sit in hell

♪ Look down that wishing well

♪ Unorthodox

♪ We call our own shots...

How you doing, bro?

You seem pretty relaxed
about everything.

Put your weight
on your left foot...

- Bastard!
- Who, him or your dad?

If it'’s your dad, I've been
thinking that for a while.

I'’m an embarrassment, innit?

A stain on his reputation
he wants to get rid of.

He should look in a mirror,
if he'’s embarrassed.

It'’s not like it's nothing new,
is it?

One more screw-up...and I'’m out.

- So what'’s the solution, bro?
- [Grunting]

- We don'’t screw up, do we?
- Exactly!

♪ Would you take a bullet?

♪ Would you bite the gun?

♪ I fall onto my knees
And yes, the war'’s already won

♪ Through dark nights

♪ We burn bright

♪ Till the sunset

♪ Till the sunset

♪ Through dark nights

♪ When it all goes wrong

♪ When it all goes wrong

♪ I'’ll take my time,
I'’ll keep on holding on

♪ When it all goes wrong

♪ When it all goes wrong, oh-oh

♪ When it all goes wrong,
I'’ll pull myself together

♪ Keep on holding on

[Low chatter]

Psst. Yo.

[Whispers] Yo.

Question. If you guys
were looking for a Luger,

where would you start?

A Luger? A P08?

Yeah. Yeah,
that kind of thing, yeah.

The same one used
by your friend "Ray"

to murder Darren Brown,
Curtis Cox and Michael Sharp?

But a different one.

So, not the gun we'’ve been
ordered not to go after?

Yes. Not that one.

Nellios... You worked in Trojan
for a lot of years.

You'’ll know better than anyone.

For me?

OK, listen.

It was Director Pike that took
us off the case, not Tanner.

Jonesy'’s back this afternoon

and you'’re the only one
who hasn'’t signed.

That'’s cos I don't like Jonesy.
That'’s why I haven't signed.

This how you spell Jonesy,
right?

[She sighs]

So?

- [Keyboard clacking]
- If you wanted a silencer too,

I have a list of
suspect dealers.

And their addresses?

- No.
- Thanks.

PIKE: This is a joke.
I signed up for the glamour.

No, you didn'’t. You signed up
because your dad forced you.

- Oh, man. My sneaks, bruv!
- [Laughs]

This is just London.

Sharp'’s killer could've got
the gun from anywhere.

No, no, see,
I research these places.

Your problem is
you'’re not as meticulous as me.

- You'’re the problem, mate.
- Why?

Where do you keep
your dirty boxers? Tell me.

Bro, I thought that was
the laundry basket.

Yeah, well,
it'’s Donna's dressing-up box!

- Sorry. Getting a flat soon.
- [Barking]

Shut up, man.
You think I'’m scared of you?

Leave it, before we put
some laxative in your...

- He'’s barking at you, you know.
- Whatever, man.

Oh, shut up, that dog.

[Train rumbles past]

Afternoon, lads. What'’s up?

Not much, you know.

How can I help you chaps?

We wanna buy a piece.

- Sorry, a what?
- A fucking nine, bruv!

You know, a gun?

You think I come here
to scrap my car?

Don'’t know
what you'’re talking about.

You don'’t want to
sell us a gun?

All right, we'’ll take it, then.

Get fucked.

Argh! Fuck!

Where are the guns, man?
Where are they?

The money'’s in there!
It'’s just a couple of hundred.

It'’s all I've got. Please!

I'’m talking about guns,
not money.

See the badge? See the badge?

Yes, I fucking see the badge!

Then you don'’t mind
if we have a look around?

- [He groans]
- Good lad.

I don'’t even wanna touch
anything in here, to be fair.

Disgusting shit.

This place is a waste of
our time. It'’s nasty, innit?

- Nothing?
- Nothing in there, man.

- See? I told you.
- Shut up.

Take a cigarette
if you don'’t mind.

Yeah, help yourself.

- Do you want one?
- I don'’t smoke.

[He kicks furniture]

[Engine revs]

Let'’s hope we have better luck
with the next one on the list.

- Where'’s it at?
- Just out past Hornchurch.

About two miles on the...
What the...?

Yo. Yo. Yeah.
Come on, man, move!

- [Toots horn]
- [Other car beeps back]

[Toots horn]

Reverse! Come on! Reverse!

- This guy, man?
- Move the car, man!

- [Horn tooting]
- He wants you to reverse.

- Don'’t reverse.
- I'’m not reversing.

Polizia.

Polizia.

BISHOP: He'’ll move now.

[Engine fails to start]

Oh, man.

- Stalling now, yeah?
- Mm.

What'’s this guy even doing here,
anyway?

Don'’t look like
he'’s stalling to me.

It looks like he'’s panicking.

PIKE: Wanna go and talk to him?
- Yeah, we probably should.

[Car continues to fail to start]

No, don'’t bother.
Stop wasting your time.

Window.

- OK?
- We in your way, man?

No, no.

Sorry, it'’s my fault. I should
be more... less impatient.

True.

- Hey, Bish!
- Yo.

What'’s the legal tyre depth?

I believe the legal tyre depth
is 1.6mm.

These are looking
a bit bald to me.

Ooh. Problems.

Mind stepping out of the car,
please, sir?

Whereabouts you keep
your insurance documents, mate?

In the front of the car, maybe.

Maybe?

Shall we have a look?

I'’m hoping it's
more than a "maybe",

cos you know you need
your V5C to scrap this.

I mean, that'’s why you're here,
right, to scrap the car? Hm?

What have you got in your boot?

Excuse me, sir,
I'’m talking to you.

Can you open the boot, please?

Open the boot, man.

No.

- What was that?
- The man said no, innit.

[Sucks teeth] It'’s all right.

Well... I mean,
I know we can'’t open it.

But I'’ve heard these cars
have a tendency

for the boot to pop open
accidently.

I know. I'’ve heard that.

- Oh, my gosh.
- Wow!

[He coughs and sobs]

Get up.

Bruv, call this in.

[Sobbing] She...
She'’s my daughter.

I am arresting you
on suspicion of murder.

You do not
have to say anything...

PIKE: Resuming interview
with asylum seeker Bakur Nezan

to ascertain the circumstances
of his daughter'’s death.

I vowed to do what I could
to make a better life for Dila.

I trusted those traffickers.

I understand, believe me.

You have a daughter?

Look, we can'’t
release her body yet,

but we will treat her with care.

And she'’s gonna help us
find the men that did this.

We hope you understand
that we will need to run

some identification checks
on both of you.

What was she like?

She loved trucks.

Big ones.

When she knew that'’s
how we coming to England,

she was so excited.

Here.

Where'’s the rest of your family?

My wife...
was killed in an air raid,

with my son.

Where did these traffickers take
you when you got to the UK?

It was a place
with many buildings.

They took us to one
with a locked door.

Me and Dila, we were the last.

They came when we were sleeping
and took her.

PIKE: They took your girl?

They stole her from me.

It took me a day and a night
to break out of that building.

In front of the building,
I found the car.

In the car was
my precious daughter.

[He sighs]

What were you doing
at his yard?

I went there to buy a gun.

To kill the people who did this.

And then myself.

It'’s great. Huge.
It'’s got this...

..amazing view.

I'’ll send you photos.

Nah, nah, I'’d prefer
to see it in person, babe.

You OK, baby?

Yeah, yeah, I'’m good.

I'’m just having a really
tough day and I...

I just wanted to hear
your voice. That'’s all.

[Knock at door]

I'’ve got to go. Love you.

- Love you.
- OK.

You'’ve never mentioned
this before.

I wasn'’t sure
I could get it off the ground.

Which is where I come in?

- Which is where you come in.
- OK.

Look, the site is ready,
the plans are done,

the keys are in the digger.

All I need is for the S106
to be signed off and it'’s a go.

OK, so what sort of time frame
are we playing with here?

Oh, you know me - yesterday.

- Of course.
- [They chuckle]

Look, I want this development
to be part of my legacy.

1,500 social housing units.

And just imagine
having that up my sleeve

when I make my run for Mayor.

Oh.

Yeah, I know. But look...

First female Mayor of London
has got a nice ring to it.

- Yeah. Yeah, it really does.
- [Phone starts ringing]

As long as you don'’t bring out
shoulder pads, we'’ll be fine.

Look, erm...

Do me a favour,
just take a look at it,

let me know what you think.

Hello.

Yes. Yeah, OK. I'’ll be there.

He says that he and his daughter
are Kurds,

escaping persecution from Syria.

He'’s claiming asylum.

- Where were they brought in?
- He has no idea.

Look, I say we get him one.
We could take this.

Uncovering
a people-smuggling ring

sounds like
a good use of your time.

Christ knows we could
do with a result right now.

Ma'’am? Bakur was looking for
a gun at the breaker'’s yard.

We think that killer Ray
got his from there.

I don'’t want to hear.

- When you say don'’t want to...
- We'’re off the Sharp case.

Get out.

[She continues typing]

Listen, man.

If Bakur went there
to get a gun,

we may have been right about
Ray'’s stash the whole time.

We'’ll trace the gun. Yeah?

Let'’s just concentrate on a man
that'’s lost his daughter now.

That my new call sign, is it?
Fuckface?

Nothing new about it.

Been calling you
a lot worse for a lot longer.

If you'’re gonna hit me, mate,
let'’s not do it here.

We both like this job.

[Quietly] I can'’t help how I
feel, and neither can Soph.

You know what, man?

I hope you make a go of it
and I wish you all the best.

Thanks, mate.

I trust my friends.

You got a long way to go
before that ever happens.

- [Gasping]
- I'’m sorry, Jonesy.

But now we'’re all square, yeah?

Let'’s get the ball rolling, man.

I know you got my back
and everything

but in public like that? Damn.

- It was needed.
- Yeah, you'’re right! Fuck him!

[Pike chuckles]

MAN: She was actually
a remarkably healthy young girl.

Which is undoubtedly
why they chose her.

If you look here,

there'’s a second incision...
like that on the left side.

A rib has also been removed.

What for?

To facilitate organ removal.

Both kidneys were taken,

by someone
with medical training.

She was alive
when they operated.

Unconscious, but alive.

The kidneys are in
better condition that way,

improving the chances
of a successful transplant.

[Voice fades]

[Muffled speech]

TANNER: Thank you.

Pike?

You all right?

- Yeah.
- Good.

That was a bit rough still, man.

How do we tell him, bro?

- How can we tell him?
- Mm.

All I could see
was Ali lying there.

It doesn'’t feel right.

What doesn'’t?

Bruv, we'’re Feds...

This is my job.

But in there, I was a dad.

Listen, I'’ll tell him.
Don'’t worry about it.

Bro...

It has to be me.

[Bakur sobbing]

BAKUR: Oh, no.

- Sorry.
- It'’s OK.

I understand.
I have two daughters...

..Ali and Donna.

[Sobbing] I failed mine.

I failed my daughter.

I am not a father.

- [Bakur crying over monitor]
TANNER: He'’s broken.

You really think he'’s gonna help
you bring down a smuggling ring?

Bakur, listen to me.

You don'’t fail...if you don't
let them get away with this.

Help me find these men.

I would give my life to
find them... and I tried.

But where
do you look? I don'’t know.

No.

Don'’t tell me what you don't
know. Tell me what you do.

So, they concealed you in
the truck in Southern Italy?

Yeah.

When the truck stopped
at the docks,

did you hear any other cars
parking around you,

or was your container lifted up?

Lifted.

It was lifted up.

What is the most likely exit
port in Southern Italy?

Er...UK-Italy,
it'’s gonna be Venice or Genoa.

PIKE: How long were you at sea?
- Seven days. Maybe eight.

- Genoa
MUNROE: Genoa.

OK, I need a list of Europol'’s
top traffickers and smugglers

- coming out of Genoa.
- OK, on it.

So, when the container
drove out of the docks,

did you hear a steady rumble,
the truck driving straight?

A motorway, you mean?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Yeah, but not for long.

20 minutes, maybe.

OK.

They have got to
have come in here.

These are most likely,
according to Europol.

So plenty to choose from.

So he spends two to three hours
driving around the city

with his daughter in the back of
the car but he never leaves it.

- That'’s a radius.
- Yeah, a big one.

Well, narrow it down!

- Any luck on the plates?
- Nah, fake, as you'’d expect.

Do you remember
any particular landmarks?

No.

What about signs?

- Names of businesses?
- Oh, no, I'’m sorry.

The colour of the door,
for instance? Anything.

I don'’t know. There was a...

There was a tower...
a big brick chimney.

Yeah?

[Sighs]

I don'’t remember.

I just wanted my daughter.

Oh, man, look. It'’s OK.

- I'’m sorry.
- It'’s OK.

All right, let'’s leave it there
for tonight.

[Keyboard clacking]

[He exhales]

- Oh, he'’s here, man.
- Fuck me.

- [Chuckling]
- Dawn Of The Dead, yeah?

Yeah, something like that.
You good?

Yeah, man, cool.
What happened to you last night?

Well, you know... Just..

What? That social worker thing?

No, man, she was not a thing.

Suspects for Bakur to look at.

Oh, thank you. Cheers.

- Why you talking my business?
- I'’m saying did you beat?

- No, of course I didn'’t.
- Are you sure?

That'’s him.

When did you see him?

When they took us from the truck
to the locked building.

This is the man I'’m looking for.

Not you. Me.

You all right?

- [Exhales] Yeah.
- Good.

So, I'’ve sorted you a hostel
for tonight.

Nothing fancy but it'’s clean.

Oh...

- For you.
- Ah.

Take care.

You will... will find him?

Gazim Dushku, aka "Sergio Roshi"
and probably more besides.

He'’s on Europol's database but
we haven'’t seen him here before.

He'’s Albanian, top guy in a crew

that usually deals with people
trafficking and smuggling.

They'’ve been running
the European routes for years.

It looks like the UK'’s
new business.

Bring him in, gold stars
till Christmas.

NELL: Here, here, and here -

light industrial parks
within 50 minutes of the docks,

none more than a 25-minute
stretch on a dual carriageway.

But look at this one...

Colour of the door,
for instance?

- Anything.
- I don'’t know. There was a...

There was a tower,
a big brick chimney.

You know what?
I fucking love you.

- Nell deserves applause.
- It'’s on.

Europol have been tracking

a container linked to
Gazim'’s gang,

shipping out of Rotterdam.

- It'’s due in here now.
- Let'’s go.

[Central locking bleeps]

[Siren wailing]

[Radio chatter]

[Siren wailing]

[He calls out]

[Brakes squeak and hiss]

[Police radio communications]

[Urgent chatter]

[Man gives order]

[Clapping]

[Whispers] Pike for Nell.
We'’re in position.

BISHOP: There he is.

We see Gazim.
I repeat, we have eyes on Gazim.

- What'’s your ETA?
- Closing in. ETA 50 seconds.

Rear'’s secure. They ain't
getting out this way.

Remember, there'’s people
in that container.

Let'’s not shoot the people
we'’re here to protect.

[Chatter]

- Jesus, that'’s an old woman.
- Some fucked-up shit.

Ready to nail
this motherfucker.

BISHOP: I count 15 civilians.
NELL: 20 seconds out.

Making final approach
on York Way.

PIKE: No. No, that'’s gonna
lead you right out front.

- [Tyres squealing]
- For fuck'’s sake!

- Fucking idiots, man!
NELL: Drop your weapon!

Stop!

[Empty gun clicking]

Shit!

- [Gunshots in background]
- Get out!

- [Engine revving]
- Pike! Pike!

[Pike grunts]

[Tyres squeal]

[Grunting]

Come here!

[Tyres squeal]

[Groaning] Fuck!

[Panting]

[Grunting and groaning]

Fucker!

[Bridge rattles]

- Yaargh!
- What'’s wrong with you?

What'’s wrong with you?
What are you doing?

He fucking killed a kid!

And you'’re gonna
leave yours without a dad?

What the fuck do you know?
You don'’t have fucking kids!

- Fuck you!
- Hey, bro, relax, man.

Bro, come on, man.
Come on!

Just cool down, man.

[Panting]

Stay there, man.

Fuck!

[Siren in distance]

This guy pepper-sprayed you
good and proper. Hold still.

- W...
- Ohh! What are you doing?

- You flinched.
- You'’re putting shit in my eye!

- Are you finished?
- Yeah.

Go on, just do it.
Do the other eye. But just do...

Just... Just hold still.

OK. Go on, then, do it.

- Done.
- Ah.

- Good?
- Yeah, thanks.

You are a rubbish patient.
You know that?

Doctor'’s rubbish bedside manner,
more like.

What was he doing, Bish?

I don'’t know.

Fallen out with your boyfriend?

Please.

- I don'’t know.
- What about your girlfriend?

- What girlfriend?
- Social worker?

- What?
- Netflix and chill?

Listen, that was all flix and
no chill, trust me. You know.

We just got there
and the next thing I remember,

I woke up with all my clothes
on. Nothing happened.

Do I believe you?

I wouldn'’t lie to you.

See you upstairs.

[Piano scales in background]

Mm. Eat more. Please.

I know why you did this
and I thank you.

You didn'’t need to.

- [Door clicks]
ARJANA: Hello, lovelies.

Babe, you'’ll never guess
what Charlotte told me today.

She'’s running for Mayor...

Oh. Hi.

- Hi, Mummy.
- Hi, baby.

- Sorry...
- This is Bakur.

And I was
taking him to a hostel.

ALI: Bakur'’s an asylum seeker.
Were you really smuggled here?

Oh.

Yeah.

I must go.

- Not because of me, I hope?
- I must.

Please, stay. You'’re welcome.

Oh, er... Um...you ready, yeah?

- Yeah.
- See you, babe.

Nice.

I'’ll ask Arjana to find someone

who specialises in
asylum applications.

I...don'’t have the words
to express how much I appreciate

what you'’ve done for me.

You'’re a good man
who did his best for his family.

Family'’s all that matters.

Look after yours, my friend.
Your girls are very special.

Take care.

[Dogs barking]

In case you were wondering,
I didn'’t ask Pike to punch you,

but I'’m glad he did.

[He groans] Come on, man.

I know you guys can'’t jump.

I didn'’t know
you couldn'’t climb either.

Left foot, left foot!

Explain again
what I'’m doing here.

This guy says
he doesn'’t deal in guns.

An illegal immigrant said
he came here to get a gun.

I think that'’s
worth checking out.

I definitely think this guy

provided Ray
with the gun that killed Sharp.

Yeah, but...why me?

This is a highly-sensitive...

borderline gross misconduct
reconnaissance we'’re on

and whoever
led the way into here

would get in
some serious trouble.

- Oh!
- [Thud]

- [Barking]
- Watch out for the dog, man.

[Barking]

Whoa, easy, easy, yeah.

- Whoa, whoa.
- [Barks]

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

You stay here. You stay here.

- What?
- You stay here.

[Dog whines and barks]

Psst!

He'’s left his door open.

See?

[Switch clicks]

[Electrical hum]

Ohh.

See, this is the problem.

Pike never fucking looks
anywhere properly.

Found a load of guns, man.
I'’m gonna call it in.

[Whispers to dog]

What can I say? They like me.

- Why does that not surprise me?
- [Barking]

After you.

I'’m not gonna let you
go behind me, am I?

[Barking continues]

[Dog growls and whines]

[Barking]

[Water gurgling]

Fuck.

Shall I call it in?

Yeah. Call it in.

[Dog barking in distance]

Yo. Oh.

All right?

What happened to you
last night?

Listen, man,
I need to talk to you about it.

Don'’t ask me how I know but
scrapyard guy was a gun dealer

- and when I was at...
- We'’ll talk after the kids go.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Find your shoes. Come on!

- Dad, where are they?
- They'’re your shoes.

You have to look for them.
Come off your phone, please.

- I'’ve told you already.
- Hey. I can take Ali to school,

if it'’s easier.
You can just deal with Donna.

- Yeah?
- That'’s what uncles are for.

- All right. Off your phone.
- All right.

If I knew you was making
chicken, I would have come.

- Don'’t touch that.
- It was for Bakur.

He came for dinner last night.

Oh, come on, man. The man
just lost his family, innit?

It'’s the least I could do.

- Well, I don'’t like him.
- He doesn'’t like you either.

- Can you get off your phone?
- Get off your phone!

Where'’s your bag? This one?
Get out. Get on.

Hey, take your time, man.
I'’ll be 10 minutes.

15.

Are you jealous
you'’re being replaced by Bakur?

No. Don'’t be silly. I just don't
see why it'’s acceptable

that he brings any Tom, Dick and
Aziz back for tea and biscuits.

He didn'’t stay. Don't worry.
You still have Donna'’s room.

I'’m getting my own place
soon.

With your girlfriend,
the social worker?

Hey. For the record,
nothing happened, all right?

That cos you'’re
still into Sophie?

You see you, yeah... Listen.
You, you'’re little people.

That big people business,
you understand me? All right?

- All right?
- Yes!

- What do you mean "Yes"?
- I won the game. Just here.

- What?
- Here'’s good.

- What do you mean here?
- Here'’s good.

- Right here? Sure?
- Yeah, here'’s fine. I'm sure.

Are you sure, yeah?
Who'’s that boy there?

- I don'’t really...
- Bye! Bye!

OK. Have a nice day.
OK, learn... learn things...

Bye.

How is that kid 12 years old?
I don'’t get it.

[Engine revs and tyres squeal]

[Chatter of children]

Hey, Nell, how'’s it going?

I'’m tracking private purchases
of medical equipment

used in organ transplants.

Good. Gazim'’s happy to cough up
for people smuggling.

Flatly denies organ harvesting.
Outraged by the very idea of it.

Yeah, of course.

He reckons it'’s a setup
by his rival.

So, when you'’ve got a minute,
check out this name.

Sercan Kubat.

- Sercan Kubat. Got it. Kam?
- Yo.

Sercan Kubat.

[Keyboard clacking]

You been getting my messages?

Scrapyard guy is dead.

- Double tap head shot...
- Mate, listen.

Ali'’s school just sent me a text
to say she'’s absent.

- You did drop her off, right?
- Yeah, of course I did.

What, at the gates?
You saw her go in?

- Well, yeah. She must be there.
- Hold on. Got a call coming.

Oh, it'’s her.

Listen, little girl, if you'’re
bunking lessons, I'’ll...

[Computer bleeping]

Bishop!

[Muffled music from inside]

[Bell over door tinkles]

Sit down.

You OK?

She'’s fine.

Unless you'’ve
brought your friends.

Who are you?

As your friends will discover,
if they haven'’t already...

my name is Sercan Kubat.

I traffic in this and that.

Organs, when the price is right.

And, believe me, a financier
whose child needs a kidney

will pay a very great deal
of money.

And my associates and I
have no issues providing them.

Dila wasn'’t your daughter.

My daughter died two years ago
with the rest of my family.

- Air raid.
- Bullshit.

The more truth is in the lie,
the more believable it is.

[Phone buzzes]

- [Phone stops buzzing]
- He'’s not picking up.

- What'’s his location?
- Phone'’s offline. GPS is dead.

- OK, try his daughter Ali.
- What'’s she got to do with it?

Just try her!

[Engine roaring]

- Talk to me!
- All right. I'’m searching.

Right, it'’s a café
on North Street.

- I'’ll send the co-ordinates.
- Got it.

[Tyres squeal]

Oh, fuck, man.

[Engine growls]

[Muffled radio chatter]

Listen to me, baby.
It'’s all right, OK?

I promise.

Your colleagues
will be looking for me.

You must divert them.

Otherwise, I'’ll find your family
and kill them while you watch.

I know where your house is.

I know where your wife works,

where your children
go to school.

And so do my associates.

Arrest me, and my people
will find them.

They are safe...
as long as I'’m safe.

Do you understand?

Yes.

We'’ll never
see each other again.

PIKE: I'’m so sorry.

[Tyres screeching]

Hey! Hey, stop!
Don'’t run, you little...

Oi, Bish! Bish!

Oi, Bish!

No! No!

[Horn blares]

Bish!

Bish, man. Bish, no!

[Gunshot]

- What'’s wrong with you?
- We have to let him go!

- You don'’t understand!
- He played you for a fool!

You let him
in your fucking house!

Who do you think
you'’re talking to?

- What the fuck?
- [Groaning]

What the hell is wrong with you?

Sorry, baby.

[Yells]

I need you to tell me
where Bakur is.

Think Pike will forgive you if
you deliver his head on a plate?

Is Bakur really coming
to kill us?

TANNER: You did act like
a father, and not a cop.

Take the kids upstairs.

I'’m going outside.
There'’s someone out there.

You need to know the truth...
before you sign your life away.