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Michael Sharp.

He just cleared Customs
at Stansted an hour ago.

The building Sharp went into is a safety deposit house.

Picked him up on their
cam heading into Bank Station.

And then vanished.

Well, this isn't good.

The fourth man.
Called himself Ray.

He had that er... skin disease
when... when skin bleaches.

Michael Sharp, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of armed robbery.

Huh? Listen.

Look, there's three of us
in this marriage, all right?

You can't just expect me
to leave my wife

and come and see you.

We're supposed to be adults.

If you've got something to say,
you can say it over the phone.

Hello? Hello?

Oh, come on.
Don't go all silent on me.

I'm not going silent on you.
I'm just concentrating.

I'm actually looking for
Sharp clues in the BMW.

Well, mate, listen.
You sounded silent to me.

Anyway, look, I gotta go.

Arjana's gonna be wondering
where I am. All right?

See you later.

It's the last one, Pike.

Any more and they'll notice.

Well, who are they gonna tell?
Police?

Why so serious?

To become partner, I need that.

Or bring in meaningful clients

to show I'm worth
my partnership.

Ta rass! I thought this
was about making money,

- not giving it to them.
- It is, eventually,

but this is what they call
a buy-in.

It's what I call
a fucking liberty.

Mm. Maybe I'm better off as
a mother to my two crazy kids.

- Three now.
- Oh.

But don't worry.
I'll sell Bishop down the docks.

Great.
That's a fiver right there.

I'm serious, Ronnie.

Where are we gonna find
that sort of money?

Baby...

when have you ever
not got what you wanted?

- I've got you.
- Yeah.

So, what do you say?

Come here.

- Mm...
- Ow! What is that?

Don't be making like you
ain't felt Big Ronnie before.

This fucking laptop's
digging at my side.

- You ready?
- Jump on.

Kev.

I need the dashboard cam of the
BMW that's down in the garage.

The very one
that you smashed to pieces?

The very one that Pike
smashed to pieces? Yes.

Denied?

I don't like that at all.

- Why you gotta drive so mad?
- Shut up.

What do you think
"access denied" means?

It means we're no longer
on the case.

Cos our car got smashed?

You forgot your suspect
getting killed in that sentence.

You're just gonna take it,
Tanner?

Fucking "Ma'am" to you.

And, please, spare me
with your cheap jibes.

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

- Who's that down to?
- The mug who T-boned us.

Don't pull that one on me.

Who wants to take responsibility
for their actions?

Who wants to admit
they lost a valuable suspect

while in their custody?

Boys, you know
I've got a soft spot for you,

but sometimes you act like
a pair of petulant little shits.

We're off the Sharp case
due to negligence.

Own it if you like.

Robbery Squad have taken over

cos it was a robbery
that drew Sharp out.

Now, I'm off to deal with some
other fucking bottom-feeders

because that's what we do
for a living.

I'm not trying to be
more paranoid than I usually am.

But something's not right.
I can feel it.

It makes no sense.

- Bruv, we could've been killed.
- So why weren't we?

I saw the arm that came through
the window to kill Sharp

and it had that polka-dot panda
vitiligo shit.

Barton was telling the truth.

Barton's the only remaining link
to the robbery as well.

Look, let's just go
to the prison, put it on him.

I'm with you, but you have to
get clearance from Tanner

to see a Category A prisoner.

We don't get Tanner on side,
we don't get to see Barton.

When she's angry,
there's something about her

- that's cougarish I like.
- Uh-uh, nuh.

- Don't go there. You're lonely.
- Mm-mm.

What the fuck did Sharp have
to say that was so important?

Do you know what?
This stays low.

No-one else knows,
but we don't stop.

When do we ever?

So we've got a name
but no face.

Jason Wood runs gangs

manufacturing and serving
Spice, Ketamine,

meth amphetamine and marijuana.

Wood does his business
from a pub in Silvertown

but never goes near the drugs.
We don't have a visual of him

because he's never
been arrested.

So, we're hunting puff dealers?

Don't be boring. You're better
than that. Just doing my job.

Hold on. We're getting
dumped off the Sharp case

to look for plants?
We're Organised Crime.

Not Gardeners' World.

There's a reason
we're off Sharp.

- Involves a pair of clowns.
- Shut your mouth!

- Fuck off!
- Oi. Easy.

Tanner?
You got a minute, please?

Ah, always, sir.

Ma'am, this is one of the NCA's
Organised Crime command teams.

You obviously know
that reprobate.

Very good.
Keep up the good work.

- Will do.
- Shall we?

Right. ID Wood and stick
a bullet in his operation.

Priority - find out
where they make these drugs.

And treat it like
any other case. All of you.

- How are you getting on?
- How am I getting on?

- This is a joke. Don't know...
- No. I meant you.

Oh. Uh...

Yeah, I'm all right. Thank you.

Good.

I thought Nell
looked nice today.

Like she... she made
some extra effort for something.

Shush your mouth.
Please. Please.

Or maybe someone.

Bruv, just leave it!
I don't care how she looks.

She can dress how she likes,
you know.

All right. I'm just saying,
innit? She looked good.

M... Maybe. Dunno.

All right.

Bruv, these kids
look the same age as my Ali.

- Yeah, man.
- I mean, look at them, bro.

Let's go kick up these youths
and end this.

Yeah, man.
Good idea, Officer Bishop.

You saying we should put an end

to this boring
surveillance operation?

Why you talking like that, man?
Let's just go down there.

The sooner we end this,
we can get back on Sharp.

It's a joke, innit?

Just there's a time
and a place for voices.

How come when I do it, it's not
funny, when you do, it's funny?

So what you saying?
We just walk down there nicely

and ask them to open the gate?

Something like that.
You know me.

Yeah, I do know you.

Stay there. Stay there!

- Shit!
- Fucking hell!

Oi!

- It's police! Open the door!
- Fuck off, you dirty piglets!

Your mum taught you to
speak like that? Open the gate!

Got get a fucking warrant!

Warrant, yeah? All right.

Police, mate.

- Gonna need your car.
- What? No.

What do you mean, no?
Give me the keys, bro!

- You don't look like police!
- Give him the damn keys!

Thank you.

Oi!

Oh, shit.

- Don't make me run, bruv. Oi!
- Jason! Call Jason!

You can't pull guns
on a 15-year-old.

I can't? 15-year-olds
shouldn't deal drugs.

It's a very bad thing to do.
Let this be a lesson to you.

I'll talk to you in a bit,
all right? What?

Through the fucking fence?
I'll be down in a minute.

- Oh, sorry, mate.
- Yeah, you want to be sorry.

Fucking stop! Oi!

Yo, man, fucking stop or I'll
put one in your fucking legs!

- Fuck off!
- Prick!

Fucking come here! I'm telling
you now, you'd better stop!

Don't you fucking try it, man!
Get out of the car!

Get out of the fucking car!

Yeah? You miss me,
you'll hit the kid.

I won't give a fuck,
but you might, you prick.

Fucking wankers!

Ohh... shit.

Fuck. Yeah,
no back-up, as usual.

Look, I'm getting too old
for this, man.

The kid just laughed at me
and jumped into a Bentley.

At least we got one of them.

What does Jason Wood look like?

Like a drug dealer
driving a Bentley, bro.

- You jealous of the car, yeah?
- Yeah, trust me, I am.

All the more reason
to bury him.

Yeah. True.

- This moves us forward, how?
- Potential informant, ma'am.

- And he can walk your dog.
- Don't mention my bloody dog.

All right. It was a joke.

The brief leaves
and the social worker arrives.

We beat him until he tells us

the location of
Wood's drug factory. Simple.

Can I file that in my report?

Scarlett Nugent.
Ryan Obora's social worker.

Who's even letting you in?

File what you want
in your report, love.

He has information
that we need.

Aren't you a charmer?

I've been told that.

- I ain't got time for this.
- I know, fam.

Is that your way to
a kid's heart? Beat them?

He didn't exactly get off
to the best start.

Methadone baby, 14-day detox.

His father was doing a 12
and his mother rejected him.

He grew up in Northpark care
home... until he set fire to it.

I got him fostered. Nice couple
in Essex. The Fairlawns.

And now he keeps running away.

But they'll always
take him back -

because that's the way
to a kid's heart... love.

Now... mind if I see him?

By all means.

Yo, you think she'll give me
her number or something?

- No. But I like her, you know.
- Yeah. Me too, bro.

Was I right?
Cheese and onion?

Ryan, after you've had
your drink,

these men
would like to speak to you

about a man called Jason Wood.

- I don't know who that is.
- What a load of rubbish.

Go on, man.

I've spoken to
Mr and Mrs Fairlawn

and they're worried sick.

All they want to do
is give you a good home.

Look, it's best you cooperate
with these men

and tell them what you know
about Wood,

and then we can get you bailed.

Ryan...

- Do you want some more crisps?
- Is this a joke?

You talk to him like he's five,
he'll keep acting up!

- Are you stupid or what?
- What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Think smart.

Don't be obvious, all right.

Come on, man.

You know what you need to do.
Yeah?

Gingernut, get up. Let's go.
Come on, on your feet.

- Shut up! Come too if you want.
- You can't just...

He can't call him a gingernut,
not in this day and age.

Bruv, you drive
like an old woman!

I miss you, hound.

Celebration

All right, ma'am?

Got any chocolate?

You know what used to be
over there?

Northpark, innit.

Do you know how I know that?

No.

I was on the second floor.

Used to share a room with
Michael Dooley and Delroy Neil.

The smell of their feet
used to drive me mad.

Dooley hung himself because he
couldn't stop wetting the bed.

Shame,
because I actually liked him.

Wanna know
what happened to Delroy?

Get in.

Have a seat.
Let me chat to her.

Her?

Just give me
one minute with him.

Fucking hell, bruv!

Where the fuck are you going?

You see that?

That's Delroy right there.

Used to be a gangster
and a dealer

before he got
hooked on a pipe himself.

Last thing I heard,
he was sucking dick for rocks.

I bet he's good at it after
all these years of practice.

You not doing that yet, no?

School of hard knocks, kid.

This is real life out here.
Real talk.

Bishop should be careful.

He doesn't care, but he could
end up in front of a tribunal.

Actually... he does care, ma'am.

He just erm... just has
a funny way of showing it.

Oh, my God.

- What?
- You like him.

- I'm just saying he cares.
- It's the way you said it.

Be careful, cos uh... anything
you say in this foot spa...

could be used
as evidence against you.

He's just a friend. OK?

Tell the truth. Is that why
you're wearing lippy?

I say fuck it,
he's back on the market.

What the fuck is going on?

Anyway, ma'am, I need a word.

Yeah?

- All right, Marvin?
- Yes, ma'am.

I need you to clear me
to see Barton.

- No.
- Ma'am, I'm gonna slip in,

find out if there's anything he
forgot to tell us, and slip out.

- No further enquiries.
- I said no!

There's a reason why we were
taken off the Sharp case.

And that's not because
we fucked up. I'm not stupid.

Can you just help me
find out why? Please.

No.

All right, do you know what? I'm
gonna head down to the prison.

If our relationship
means anything to you at all -

yeah? -
by the time I get down there,

my name will be cleared
to see Barton.

If not... I know where we stand.

Matthew and Lawna fostered me
when I was ten years old.

They used to take me
to Cambersands on holiday.

Should've seen me on the beach.

Like a Malteser
in a sea full of Milkybars.

So I know how you feel, Ginger.

You seen me.

Yeah?

- Cheers. Which way do I go?
- Down the hallway to the right.

Ta.

You all right? Officer Pike.

Here for a seg visit
with 01132 Barton.

Nothing here, pal.

I think you need
to check with your boss.

I've an officer Pike to see
01132, Barton, Segregation.

Just checking.

Yeah, he's clear.

You've seen me play this trick
before, but now it's different.

These are my girls.

Ali, she's 14.

Donna, she's six.

Ali plays piano.
She's grade two.

Political as well.
Young radical.

Now, you see, Donna...
She's a force of nature.

Slightly deaf in one ear. Wears
a hearing aid from time to time.

I have to watch that.

Kids bully for less.

Why am I telling you all this?

They nearly lost their father
the other day.

Someone you know.

Ray.

Vitiligo.

Death stared me in the face...

..and I don't want
to see it again, all right?

Come on, Barton...
help me and I'll help you.

Give me any little thing you
can. Any little crumb will do.

I can get you cigarettes.

I can get you books.

Phone cards. Visits.

I bet you'd like
to see your wife.

I can make that happen.

The weapons we used
on the work...

..get hired out all the time -
hot tools.

I know the supplier.

Go on.

Get me a visit with my wife
and I'll tell you.

Hey, Bish.
Do you still carry that gun?

Yep.

Let me see that, cuz?

Come on, fam, let me see
the fucking gun, man.

Come on, Bish. Please.

That's how we roll, cuz.

There's no safety.

Hammer stays down,
first squeeze is a long one

and then the weapon
will discharge, got it?

- You sound like a Fed, cuz!
- You wanna shoot it or not?

All right, man, sorry.

All right...

Listen...

I never asked you
to grass up Jason Wood.

That's not my style, man.

But just know that
when you leave me...

I'm gonna follow you.

So wherever you go...
whoever you go visit next...

just know that I'll know.

Hey. Two hands.

Fuck!

Being good takes practice.
Give me it.

Get in the car.

Hmm?

You're a fucking legend...

Don't ever threaten me again.

- Thanks, anyway.
- Ever.

And, Pike...

no-one else can know.

This was a favour for a friend.

Especially not your father.

OK. Don't write it down,
but remember this number, OK?

07700... 900... 880.

- Yeah, man, I got that.
- You locked it?

Yeah, come on, man,
I'll call you, innit?

Got more chance of seeing
rocking horse shit but whatever.

Yeah, but Mum would say
don't drive too fast,

but there's no chance of that.

Homeward safe.

You get the images
I just sent you?

Jason Wood?

Yeah, but that's
only one of his aliases.

Turns out
he's not just a drug dealer.

He's also been inside
for attempted murder.

One of his young dealers.

Wood put 150 stitches
in his face

for stealing from
his drug warehouse.

- You still there?
- Yeah.

Where are you, anyway?

I'm sitting outside
his drug warehouse.

I gotta go, babe.

I'm seeing the old man.
I've got a favour to ask him.

OK, darling. Let me know
how it goes. Love you.

Ahh.

Definitely 7pm
somewhere in the world.

Tell me.

Eventful day, to say the least.

Some kids selling drugs
from the back garden.

Had to smash a car through
the fence to make an arrest.

Picked up this IC-1,
same age as Ali.

Dunno if I'm getting older or
these hoods are getting younger.

Speaking of Ali, she's got
a piano recital coming up.

She wanted to know
if you and Charlotte would come.

I really need to get her
a new piano. She keeps saying,

"My mates don't practise
on electronic keyboards."

I said, "It worked
for Stevie Wonder."

She said, "Who?"

I give up.

You want money
for Arjana's partnership.

That's why you came here.

It's just until she brings in
some clients.

We'll pay you back
in a couple of months.

We?

Amazing how
marital dynamics shift

when the breadwinner changes
from he to her.

- I do all right.
- And I'm proud of you.

But you have opportunity here
available to you

that others not so fortunate
will never have.

Look, Dad,
I came to ask you for a favour,

not to get a lecture
on my career.

And I'm offering a favour.

Only if I do what you want.

My ability to navigate
will cease

in a few months when I retire.

You have an opportunity
to be standing in my very shoes,

but you choose to play cops
and robbers, which I respect,

but everyone has the right
to grow old gracefully.

Especially
those with privilege.

That's what I've got, yeah?
Privilege?

I can't imagine
your friend Bishop

having this conversation.

No, he would've
fucking walked out by now.

Ah, the language of the street.

We always revert to
what feels...

comfortable...

..even if it's
not where we feel comfortable.

Do you know what?

I'm comfortable
right where I am,

even if it doesn't suit
your image.

- Kelly Barton?
- Who are you?

I'm Adam Cole,
a parole Liaison Officer.

I'm here to arrange a visit
with you and your husband.

Come in. Yeah, come in.

Thought you'd
forgotten about us.

My kids have been
climbing the walls.

He's a good father, no matter
what he's supposed to have done.

Can I go and see him
straightaway...

once you've cleared me?

I need to ask you
a couple of questions first,

about your husband,

just for my reference.

Sure. Anything I can do
to help, Mr Cole.

It's Adam.

Anyway, erm... to your knowledge,

has your husband
ever been associated

with a man called
Michael Sharp?

I've never heard him
mention that name.

What about a man called Ray?

Ray who?

I don't have a surname.

He has an identifying mark
on his wrist.

Are you familiar with vitiligo?

Yeah. Michael Jackson had it.

Oh, I can't help you there.

Sorry.

OK.

I think we're done.

Leave it with me, Kelly.

We will get your visit processed
straightaway. OK?

- Thank you.
- No problem.

Give me some marshmallows!

Just in time for supper,
darling.

Oh, bro, you melt me.

Mm.

Thank you, man.

What's going on?

How did you get on with Barton?

Yeah, said he'll talk

in exchange for a visit with
his wife, which I'm sorting.

- You're sorting that, yeah?
- You know me.

Oh, right.

How'd you get on
with Jason Wood?

- Got an address.
- How was the kid?

Ah, text-book little brat.

Probably never
hear from him again.

What's wrong, man?
Why the long face?

- It's usually me asking that.
- I know.

But you know what, bruv?
I got my swagger back.

Glad to see one of us
is on form, bro.

You know what?

I don't know what I'd do
without you, man.

- Hey.
- Hey. Quick threesome?

I was talking about the wine.

Bish, do you
wanna do the honours?

Give me the bottle.

- Your wife wants me to pour it.
- OK.

She don't trust your pouring,
that's why.

You're stingy with the pouring.

- Thank you.
- No worries.

- OK?
- Yeah.

Just relax. Relax.

Right.

You know what?
I'm gonna go to bed.

Yeah. Let's go. This is mine.
Just grab my white stuff.

- All right.
- Yeah, good night.

Hold on,
I'm just gonna get my cake.

- All right. Night.
- Good night.

See you later, bro.

I detect slightly crumpled
shoulders on my lion.

Oh, I asked my dad
about the buy-in.

There's too many strings
attached, baby.

Guy wants my soul.

I don't know why I didn't
realise he'd be like that.

It's all right, Ron.
I'm a happy woman.

And I'm a happy man.

And I've got an idea.

- Oh, yeah?
- Who can help.

Bishop.

Yo.

- Hey, who's this?
- It's Ginger.

Ginger! What's happening, man?

No, nothing.
Just a pocket call.

OK, listen to me.

Don't go to Silvertown
tomorrow morning, right?

Yeah?

Yeah. Just er...
just stay home.

For me.

All right. Nice one, Bishop.
See you.

OK, cool.

OK, on it.

- Why does she slam the door?
- I do not know.

She's been working on her legs,
you know. Just an observation.

Puts me to shame, really.

£20 says left right.

- Straight right.
- Munroe?

Left hook.

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

Munroe, chains.

Kamali, CCTV.

Nell, weapon up.

- Are you ready?
- Yeah.

Woo-hoo!

Armed police!
Get down on the floor!

Don't move!

- Get down on the floor now!
- Nobody move!

Keep still.

Munroe.

- Put the weapon down.
- Kam, cover him.

Put the weapon down.
Put the weapon down.

Put the weapon down!

Put it down!

Jason Wood? Where is he?

Where is he? Where is he?

One of you best start talking.
Where is he?

- Argh!
- Kam!

You OK?

Yeah.

Bish! Move, bro!

Moving!

Don't move! Stay there, boy.
Don't move!

I don't want to shoot you,
you know, but I will.

Put the gun down.

Put it down!

Put it down!

Shit!

Aargh!

Go to sleep, bruv.
Go to sleep, bruv.

Oh, yeah, you're under arrest.

Let it go. That's a good girl.

Good girl.

- Boys! Found him!
- Shut up, bitch, and walk.

Jason Wood, you're under arrest.
You do not have to say anything

but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention
when questioned

something which you
later rely on in court.

Put those fucking guns down.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence...

Shut up, you...

Oh.

- You see?
- Yeah, man.

That's the nutty thing.
I weren't scared at all.

I just flew in there.
Bang. Done 'em.

I mean, another one in the bag.
That's what I'm saying.

I mean, what a team, eh?
I mean, us three.

Drop me out.
That's world class.

I mean, I gotta tell yer, yeah?

- I think the world of you both.
- Shut up, man.

He's your boy.
You deal with it.

- I'm sorry, Bish.
- Oh.

These are my red Draggers. Gonna
throw up on my shoes, yeah?

Miss Carmel!
Miss Carmel, can we have a word?

I've just arrived,
and I'm yet to speak to

the team
that conducted the raid,

but I imagine it's good news,
don't you?

- Thank you.
- Miss Carmel!

- Miss Carmel?
- Hello. Good afternoon.

Is this due to
your new strategy?

Congratulations. Thank you.

You not winded or anything?

Little bit, but... it'll be fine.
I just want a burger.

- You did what you had to do.
- It's sorted now.

Yeah, I hope so.
Oh, thank you, that is so kind.

- No, you did good.
- Mm.

It'll do wonders for
my campaign. You know?

Well, you should
tell my dad that.

He doesn't seem to get it.

Well, you know your father.
He's a different era.

Keeps a lid on it. It's what
you've got godparents for.

Mm. Oh, Jesus.

Oh, God, it tastes like piss.
Do you want some?

You're all right.

But there is something
I wanted to ask you.

Yeah? Say it. Anything.

Well, basically..

Yo, Pike! You seen what my man
done to my trainers?

It's not even a joke.

If we weren't in public,
I'd box him, seriously!

♪ Fuür Elise

- What's this?
- Your first client.

Should help
with your partnership.

Uh... You can't.

Darling,
I am the Deputy Mayor of London.

- You're not serious?
- Arjana.

You're family to me.

Did Ronnie put you...

I think Munroe's got
a thing for me, you know?

There's nothing wrong with it.

Because he threw up
on your trainers?

- It's sign of affection, innit?
- Bruv, shut up.

- Does anyone want some of this?
- Nah, you crack on.

- There you go, guys.
- My man.

Kabali, you're looking
particularly fine tonight.

Are you hitting on her, Arkeb?

- Flattering, but I dig chicks.
- Dig what?

Want me to spell it out for you?
I'm a lesbian.

Don't look like one.

- What does one look like?
- Leave while you still can.

We do love you, mate!

Bless him.

You wanker.

Tanner told me
I'd find you here.

You are an arrogant, flash,

self-seeking,
narcissistic prick.

Compliments keep coming.

But... I owe you an apology.

That you do. And I thank you.

This is Kamali and Nell,
by the way. Our lovely team.

All right.

Whatever they're drinking,
I'll have two.

About eight decibels, that was.

Ryan Obora, he's back
with his foster parents.

He's been under my care
since he was nine

and he's never showed interest
in anything,

let alone actually told me he
liked anything... apart from you.

Little shit even said you were
cool. Am I missing something?

I don't think so.

Shut up, man. You lot.

I owe you one.

Not like that, pal.

Not yet, anyway.

Yeah, got to work for it.
All right!

Well, I think that
calls for a toast.

- Bishop.
- Yes.

- You complete wanker.
- All right.

All right, all right.

Nellios.

- That's not a good toast.
- How do you get your rocks off

when you're not
kicking in doors?

I can think of a few things
I like to do.

You gonna enlighten me or do I
have to drag it out of you?

I like the sound of you dragging
it out of me, if I'm honest!

Honestly, can we? Shall we?
Let's do that. Let's do that.

- I know you agree with me.
- Yeah, yeah.

Arkeb, can we get
some burgers, mate?

12. Just bring 12.

- You right, baby?
- Yeah. Are you?

Mm-hm.

Thank you.

Morning.

Nice gown.

So, how was your night?

What the hell...

- I've got knickers on.
- No. No, no.

No.

Why... good morning.

Good morning.

I honestly don't remember
what happened.

I know what happened!

You can't bring chicks
into my yard like that, bro.

Not with the girls here.

She didn't have any clothes on!

I know, man. I'm sorry.

I know you're getting your
swagger back and all that but...

don't you think it's time you
kind of thought about, like...

Oh, come on, man, we're family.
I like it here.

Yeah, so do I!

What colour are the pants on,
man?

Can't be asking me questions
like that about what...

Black. Yeah.

Now get dressed. We've gotta
visit Barton with his wife.

And how was your night?

"Colourful" would be
a good adjective.

You saying you didn't know
he was a black man or...?

As in he called me Sophie
and fell asleep.

What?

Are you serious?

Wow! Oh, I've got ammo now.

Barton's dead.

They're keeping
their cards close.

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

You lied to me.

You fucking lied to me.

I didn't cause Barton's murder.

You disobeyed a direct order.

If you guys were gonna look for
a Luger, where would you start?

The same one used by "Ray"
to murder Darren Brown,

Curtis Cox and Michael Sharp?

Jonesy's back this afternoon.

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

- I wanna buy a piece.
- What are you talking about?

Family's all that matters.
Look after yours, my friend.

That's him.

Pike! Pike!

Argh!