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[siren ringing]

Number 10 just approved the bid.

You should tie up
as much land as you can, Cliff.

Because if the IOC go for it,

it'll be like the gold rush
all over again.

[pats leg]

[laughing]

I'd hate to see the welcome
your enemies get, Eamon.

I bought this land
fair and square, Mr. Cullen.

I'm not gonna sell it
to anyone but the government.

It's all speculation,
Eamon, isn't it?

Now that's five times more
than you paid for the yard, Eamon.

If you sell up to me,

I'll let you keep this
as a place of business.

And if the Olympic Regeneration Fund
come knocking at my door...

I'll give you 20% of the profit.

Isaac,
would you witness it, please?

Thank you.

[shouts, grunts]

Go in. Go in.

Come on!

[shouting, grunting continues]

[Cliff] Come on.

[groaning, grunting]

[shouts]

[mumbling]

[grunting]

He's out, boys.
Let's get him up.

[grunting]

[Isaac] Move his head.

Move your hands!

[Liam] Come on, Sean.
We're late.

[Sean] Shut up, Liam.

[Liam] Dad?

[mumbles]

Dad?

[priest, faintly]
"Merciful and gracious is the Lord.

He pardons all your iniquities,

heals all your ills,

redeems your life
from destruction,

crowns you with kindness
and compassion."

[man] The 30th Olympiad in 2012

are awarded
to the City of London!

[cheering]

[shouting, indistinct]

[shouting continues]

[grunts]

[guard] Liam, your brother's
outside waiting for you.

[guard 2] Good luck, Liam.

[Sean] Liam.

Don't know what's more alarming,
that haircut or the fact you're on time.

[laughing]

Ah!

What's wrong with you?

It's just good to have you back,
that's all.

All right.
Where do you want to go?

Home.

Nice ride.

[mumbles]

Why don't you come up?

[scoffs]

I'll wait here.

Tell Grace I said hello.

[door closes]

[male deejay] Yeah, yeah, yeah,
you're here in the mornings with T-Bizzle.

- That's me, and I'm here with Bread Head.
- [Bread Head exclaims]

[T-Bizzle] Yeah, and we're
gonna test your knowledge of the royal family.

[T-Bizzle] All right,
yeah, we're still here whether you like...

[T-Bizzle] ...right now.

[man sighs]

I've been trying to message you.

Yeah, well, I had to pick my brother up
from Belmarsh, didn't I?

Mm-mm.

[upbeat dance music on speakers]

[grunting]
Fuck that.

[laughing]

[exclaims] Count's in.
When do you want to make the drop?

Tomorrow, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

- Good.
- Mm-hmm.

[shouting, chattering]

[door buzzes]

[shouting continues, indistinct]

[door opens]

Hiya.

- [son] Dad!
- Hey.

[Liam] Hello, mate.
How are you?

[son] Great.

Hang on.
I've brought you this.

I thought we could
build it together.

[Grace] Archie, go to your room.

We had an agreement.

Yeah, I know.

I just wanted
to surprise you both.

Yeah, well,
you did that, all right.

I'm sorry.

I've had to work so hard
for me and Archie,

and I don't want it going out the window
'cause you walk through the gate.

Everything can't go
back to the way it was just like that.

Just give me something
to look forward to.

A kick about.

Give us a call once you've seen
your probation officer.

And then we can arrange a time
for you to see Archie properly.

Okay.

Good. Um...

I'm staying at Sean's,
if you need anything.

I know.
I had nowhere else to go.

Okay.

Okay. I'll call you.

Yeah.

- [door shuts]
- [sighs]

[woman] The issue is
you just served nine years

of a 14-year sentence
for armed robbery.

That is why employers
aren't queuing up to hire you.

Look, I'll take anything.

[woman] I'm afraid
there isn't anything to take.

If anything comes up,
you'll be the first to know.

All right. Thanks.

[grunting]

Do you ever miss him?

I have trouble remembering him.

You?

I remember his laugh.

I also remember his temper.

I'd never have the courage to
put a gun to my head and pull the trigger.

That ain't courage, Sean.

Nah.

[man] Now London was awarded
the 2012 games

because the government
was promised

that it would leave
a lasting legacy for,

well, one of the capital's
poorest boroughs.

As Mayor of Newham,

I am proud to say that that promise
has not been broken.

[siren wailing]

Fuck.

He's dropped the bag!

On the corner of Friendship Way.

So without further ado, I'd like
to hand over to their CEO,

Clifford Cullen.

[applause]

Thank you very much.
[mumbling]

Every young parent's dream...

to own their own home and raise their
children in a safe, secure environment.

[grunting]

Come here!

[bell ringing]

[screams]

Move, move, move.

[screaming]

[gunshots]

Get down! Get down!

Get down!

Get out!

[grunting]

[gunshots]

Come here!

[screaming continues]

Request an
emergency air ambulance!

Get down!

- [man shouting]
- Move! Move!

[man] This way!
All of you, run!

[mumbling]

Now 15 years ago, this area here, in which
the Olympic Village was built,

was a contaminated wasteland
blighted by crime.

Now it's a desirable
new London neighborhood

with a sustainable community.

That is the legacy of the Games.

[screaming, distorted]

[chattering, distorted]

- Air ambulance is on its way.
- [girl gasping]

[female detective]
It's all right.

In my capacity as CEO of
Causeway Housing Developments,

today I am launching an
affordable housing scheme

for the wider Stratford area

offering subsidized rents
and a shared ownership scheme

in new developments like this...

so local residents
and future generations

can share in the
legacy of the Games.

Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you, Mr. Clifford.

[woman] Now on the evening new,
a special bulletin.

[man] Details are still
coming through,

but there are initial reports of a major
incident in East London this evening.

[chattering]

[siren wailing]

Any chance of a statement, Inspector? Anything?
How severe are we talking here?

Can you give me any updates on
casualties at all, Inspector? Inspector?

[helicopter whirring]

- You guys okay?
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- This is a fucking mess.

We didn't know he was armed, sir,
otherwise we wouldn't have given chase.

The man drops 250,000 pounds
in used bank notes.

You didn't even have a hunch
he might be carrying?

Our intelligence gave us the impression
he was a low-level dealer, sir.

Really?
What was in Byford's phone?

Nothing. He was using
an encrypted messenger service.

- PGP?
- No. [mumbles]

- Any chance of retrieving any data?
- No.

Messages are decrypted locally on the phone
and then automatically deleted, sir.

Thank you.

Look, I've gotta go.
Vultures are circling, right?

Just do me one favor.

Get this callous bastard...

Sir, I have to pick up Jodie
from my mother's.

You're going late.

[man] Warren Byford, a convicted armed
robber from Bermondsey,

opened fire in a school and shot two
pupils as detectives tried to arrest him.

A 12-year-old girl
and a 15-year-old boy

remain in critical
but stable condition.

Warren Byford is
a highly dangerous individual...

who has proved
he will stop at nothing...

When was the last time
you saw him?

[Ellery]
If anyone sees this man
under any circumstances...

Not since he got out.

[Ellery] ...do not approach hi.

If you know of his whereabouts
or recognize him,

you must notify the police
immediately.

- Fucking idiot.
- [Ellery] Thank you.

[man] Detective Ellery also confirmed the
police have launched a nationwide manhunt...

- [cell phone beeps]
- for this armed drug dealer.

If anyone has any information,

please call this number.

Hi, Charlie.
Your mum getting better?

Yeah. She's on the mend.

Yeah. Good.
Give her my love.

Boss.

Hi, Rog.

[chattering]

[whimpering]

Pigs are sentient beings.

Did you know that?

Yeah, scientists have proved
that they possess emotions and empathy

similar to dogs. [chuckles]

That means when they come
into a place like this...

they know what they're in for.

[Warren] I promise
I'll keep my mouth shut.

That's what they said
about Mickey Farrow.

And he rolled over on everybody
when they offered him a deal.

[whimpering] There's nothing
they can offer me

that will make me betray you,
sir, Mr. Cullen.

A 25-year recommended sentence
will change your sense of loyalty to me,

I assure you.

I'm not a grass. [whimpering]

No.

You're a liability.

Please.
Please let me live.

Please. I'm begging you.

Please, Mr. Cullen, please.

Please, please let me live.

I know. Fuck.

No, no, no, no, no.

I'm really very sorry, son.

I am.

We're gonna have to let you go.

No, no, no. Fuck.

[gun fires]

[liquid dripping]

[cell phone vibrating]

[groans]

Who's that?

Hello?

What do you want us
to do with him, then?

Make it look like our friend
from the Eastern Bloc.

No. All right. Yeah.

[chattering]

Oh, age is an issue
of mind over matter, right, then, isn't it?

If you don't mind,
it doesn't matter.

- [laughing]
- [woman] Ready, Tony?

Yes, yes. Um, one thing.

The Greater London Police Orphans Fund,
they've got an event coming up.

It's a boxing thing,
and they've asked me to ask you...

Count me in.

- Of course.
- Top man.

- [woman] All right, sweetheart.
- Yes, darling.

- You're on.
- Right. Here we go.

Yep.

[laughs]

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Now as you know, we're here to celebrate
a very special day

in this young man's life,

although I'm not sure he's actually let on
how old he is, but put it this way.

Pam told me the candles
cost more than the cake.

So you can read into that however you will.
Might give you an idea.

[laughter]

What I can tell you is
that Cliff started with nothing.

He built up a property empire
that's, well, it's the envy of us all.

But he's never forgotten
those people less fortunate than himself.

[murmuring]

He's always put his wealth
and good nature to good use.

Cliff, we're lucky
to have you as a friend.

[man] Hear! Hear!

Happy birthday, Cliff.

[all] Happy birthday!

[grunting, shouting]

[coach]
Keep your guard up, Liam!

Move inside.

Move inside. That's it.

Keep the footwork simple.

You want to dance,
take up the bloody tango.

Hold it. Hold it.

Stop loading up.
Otherwise you're gonna run out of steam.

Oh. How are you?
[mumbles]

That's it. That's it.

Who's that?

Liam, McDonagh's boy.

Thought so.
I knew him as a kid.

[grunting continues]

How long has he been out then?

Two weeks.

One of the best amateurs
I've had through here.

All right, boys.
All right. That's it. Lovely.

Very nice.

Welcome back, man.

Stick the kettle on,
man, would you?

Oh, yeah.

[panting]

Hello, Liam.

Mr. Cullen.

Very glad to see you out, son.

You look very good up there.

You still looking to fight?

No.

Besides, I ain't got a license.

You don't need one, son.

Well, I've got this white-collar charity ado
coming up, if you're interested?

Yeah, thanks, but I'm busy.

[laughs]

It's totally kosher.

It's a big fundraising event
for the police,

but they want a bit
of entertainment.

Be a very good
night's work for you.

Forgive me, son,

but I should imagine things are a bit
tight for you at the moment, aren't they?

Look.

- Here's a bit of folding money for you...
- [bills rustling]

To see you through.

I ain't a charity,
Mr. Cullen.

Course not.

Just look at it as an advance.

All I ask is that you
put on a good show.

Dad!

[grunts]

Hi, mate.

[laughs]

I really appreciate this, Grace.

Well, look after him.

- He's all I've got.
- All right.

You ready?

[Archie] Yeah.

Here, now take this.

What's that?

I took a fight.

Aren't you a bit past all that?

Thank you.

All right.
I'll have him back before 6:00.

All right. Wait.

[murmurs]

All right. Have a nice time.

[Liam] Come on, you.

See you.

- [Archie] Dad?
- [Liam] Yeah.

Why did you steal
all that money?

Because I wanted things
that I thought were important.

And when I realized
they weren't,

it was too late.

[vehicle approaching]

[tires screech]

[horn honks]

What the fuck you doing, pal?

I could ask you
the same thing, mate.

[driver] Oh, fuck off, you melt.

[hip-hop music on speakers]

Not worth it.

Leave him.

Wanker!

He's the wanker.

What'd you say?

Put this on.

Put it on.

And these too.

Waiting for you up there.

[panting]

[panting continues]

Get in.

[chainsaw whirs]

Once we're finished in here,
I want this place spotless.

[chainsaw whirring]

[panting]

[crunching, grinding]

[crunching, grinding continue]

[female detective]
Give me a hug. A squeezy one.

Oh, that's nice.

It's all right. Go on then.

Bye, Mom, thanks.

She's a sweet kid.

She's got a stubborn streak.

No idea where
she gets that from.

So who found him?

Dog walker.

[engine starts]

[insects buzzing]

[police radio chatter]

[man] Down this way, is it?

[man 2, indistinct]

Bruises to his eyes and face
suggest he was tortured

before he was shot
and dismembered, sir.

Cossacks?

I can't see Byford working
for a Russian crime syndicate.

They like a carve up.

Good bit of PR.

They don't work for outsiders.

[man 3] Morning.

This isn't local anymore.
We'll be taking over from here.

You got to be fucking kidding me, sir.
This is our case.

Let's try and keep this out
of the playground, shall we?

- This is bullshit.
- You're being stood down, Detective.

Take a walk, both of you.

[male detective]
Get this out of my way.

[journalists chattering]

All right, Detective?
Is that Warren Byford over there?

- Fuck off.
- Anything you can give me? Any comments?

- You're a long way from home, Khaliq.
- Just following the story.

Police! Armed police.

[shouting]

[officer] Stay where you are.

Stay where you are.
Armed police.

[all shouting]

[officer 2]
Back off. Back off.

[shouting continues]

Besmir Rugova.
Besmir Rugova.

We're arresting you on suspicion of
the murder of Warren Byford.

- [speaking foreign language]
- You don't have to say anything.

Dad!

[chattering]

Now to a man who has not only very generously
donated 10,000 pounds to the fund,

but has also supplied all the boxers
for this evening's entertainment.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please put your hands together

for a real friend of the force,
Mr. Clifford Cullen.

[applause, cheering]

Thank you very much.

Thank you, Anthony.
Fine fellow he is. Thank you.

Mr. Anthony Hammond,
a very fine fellow.

Who's this guy?

Property developer
from Bethnal Green.

Loves the camera.

In 1871,

John Somers, nicknamed Carrots,

was refused entry
to 18 Stepney Causeway

because the orphanage was full.

Now tragically, two days later,

he was found dead
from malnutrition and exposure.

And the following day,

Dr. Thomas Barnardo,
the founder of the refuge,

put a sign
above the door saying,

"No destitute boy
ever refused entry."

Now luckily for me...

in 1959,

I was one of those boys...

that found shelter.

So it's not hard
to work out, is it,

why when Anthony asked me

whether I'd like to get involved with
this marvelous charity,

of course I said yes.

See...

children without families are
the most vulnerable people in the world.

And that's why
I'm asking you tonight

to dig deep
and give as much as you can.

Because no child,

no child,
should ever be turned away.

- [cheers, applause]
- Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.

Enjoy yourself tonight.
Dig deep.

Dig deep. [mumbles]

[cheers, applause continue]

Remember, Liam.
You're here to entertain.

[bell rings]

[grunting]

[shouting]

[grunting continues]

Liven up, mate.
We're here to put on a show.

Fucking hit me!

[grunting]

[audience cheering, applauding]

[no audible dialogue]

[grunts]

[audience cheers]

[no audible dialogue]

[cell phone ringing]

[cell phone clatters]

[knocks]

Come in.

[door opens]

[Cliff] You looked sharp
out there, Liam.

Huh.

Now, if you're looking
for any more fights,

I know plenty of people
that would be more than willing

to use you as a stepping-stone.

Yeah, well, I'll take anything
I can get at the minute, so.

I'll see what I can do.

That your lady I saw out there?

Yeah.

Yeah, sort of.

She brought my little boy down.

Saw that, yeah.

[laughs]

Family.

It's what drives us,
Liam, right?

Right.

Where are they living
at the moment then?

The Holbrook Estate.

[grumbles]

Yeah, she's put in for a move.

But they've had her
on the waiting list for ages.

You know how these things are.

Let me make a few phone calls,

see if I can get someone
on the Council to make her a priority

for one of my new developments.

You don't have to do that.

You've done enough for her.

Least I can do.

- [bell rings]
- [audience cheering]

Good work, son.

Hey, thanks, Mr. Cullen.

- What do you want?
- Besmir Rugova's been fitted up.

Your mob arrested someone
for a crime they didn't commit.

His DNA was all over it.

Yeah, that may well be.

But he doesn't fit the brief,
and you know it.

Look, Rugova is
a cigarette smuggler

whose most violent crime
to date has been

throwing a carton of Dunhill
at a customs officer.

The forensic evidence was overwhelming,
so why don't you fuck off?

You know, I can't work
you out, Detective.

You're either stupid...

You watch your mouth, boy.

Clear?

Then you need to open your eyes.

[trunk lid slams]

What are you talking about?

The Ghost Squad uncovered
large-scale corruption in Scotland Yard,

but they were silenced.

We're not just talking about
a few bad apples, all right?

What they found was endemic.

Where's your proof?

It was shredded, along with 10 years' worth
of incriminating evidence.

But the question is, Detective,
what are you gonna do about it?

[hip-hop music on speakers]

[woman singing, indistinct]

♪ Crossing all the wires ♪

♪ That are rustling
In my head... ♪

Right.

He's out.

♪ Oh, all you see... ♪

Here.

♪ All you know... ♪

It's my purse from tonight.

I want you to have it.

Thank you.

Let me put some ice
and antiseptic on that.

It's kicking out time, isn't it?
I'll fit right in.

[chuckles]

♪ I'ma pop another one ♪

♪ And leave the thread... ♪

Oh, I've missed you.

♪ Crossing all the wires ♪

♪ That are rustling
In my head... ♪

I miss us.

♪ Oh, all you see ♪

♪ All you know ♪

♪ Mountain high and valley low ♪

♪ From golden stars
Comes silver dew ♪

♪ Every morning
Waking next to you ♪

♪ I'ma pop another one ♪

♪ And leave the thread ♪

[man] All right.
That's us done, mate.

Toilet's all fixed.

Cheers, man.

[dialing]

[line ringing]

Yeah, good evening.

Good morning, yeah.
This is Detective Neil Beckett.

I'd like to request an interview
with a remand inmate.

Yes, Besmir Rugova.

All right. Thank you.

[opera on speakers]

Oh, bit of Vivaldi. Nice.

Earlier this evening, Rugova was
found swinging from his cell window.

[mumbles]

The man's gone up
in my estimation.

I didn't think he had the balls
to do something like that.

Anthony, what's
going on with Ahmed?

He feels he ought to keep
his distance for a while.

I couldn't care less
if he's holed up in Timbuktu

as long as he makes sure
my planning application goes through.

He wants to take
a rain check, Cliff.

What is he,
a fucking weatherman?

The more visible you become,

the closer the scrutiny.

Now that's got him spooked.

Your greatest asset was
always your anonymity.

[chuckles]

Yeah, well,
you tell our Asian friend,

the worshipful Mayor Ahmed,

that he's the one
who's becoming too visible.

Now either he pushes
my application through

or he's...

going on the front page
of The Sun.

All right.

[door opens]

[engine starts]

[woman singing]
♪ I've played my hand ♪

♪ I've played the victim ♪

♪ I've played
The sound of your voice ♪

♪ Over and over again ♪

♪ Inside my head... ♪

We agreed you wouldn't be here
when Archie woke up.

Yeah, well,
I'm making breakfast.

Liam, this is going too fast.

It's gonna confuse him.

Yeah, you're right.
Sorry.

All right.

Just hear me out, all right,
and then I'll leave.

What?

Now, Mr. Cullen,

he said he was gonna
pull some strings

and try and find you a flat in his
new housing development on Forest Lane.

[chuckles]
He's all right. Come on.

He's got a past.

Well, who doesn't round here?

All he's doing is
bumping you up the list.

That way, the Council can't ship you off
to the ass end of nowhere.

Archie doesn't have
to move schools,

and he doesn't have
to make new friends.

Just promise me
you'll think about it.

I promise.

I'll grab my stuff. Okay.

Yeah, okay.

[man] Well, it's quite the place
you have here, Mr. Cullen.

Thank you. [laughs]

Not too shabby, is it?

So,

obviously your legacy is very important
to you, Mr. Cullen.

Well, you show me a man over 60

who isn't worried about what
he's gonna leave behind,

and I'll show you a liar.

Yeah. [laughs]

Look, um, Nayan?

Oh, Nayan.

I come from nothing, son.

All this is 50% hard graft

and 50% luck.

I mean, it wouldn't be right if
I didn't share my good fortune, would it,

and try and help those in need.

I mean, it's my privilege

to be able to give
something back.

I guess it must have come
as a real shock then

to discover that one
of your former employees

had been found murdered
and dismembered

under the
Queen Elizabeth Bridge.

What are you talking about, son?

Warren Byford?

He worked
for Urban City Maintenance.

That was five years ago.

According to Companies House,

that's a company you're still
a majority shareholder of.

Now according to my source...
It's funny.

Urban City Maintenance has held a
one-million-pound-a-year contract with the police

to service police stations throughout
the capital for the last 15 years.

Come on.

It's time for you to go.

And did you know

that Warren Byford had previously served
several custodial sentences,

commercial burglary,

before you gave him the opportunity to work
inside police stations

throughout the capital?

Come on.
On your way, son.

[scoffs]

Well, could you
at least, Mr. Cullen,

could you at least
give me a comment

on your relationship
with the Mayor of Newham?

'Cause you know he's been
awarding some lucrative building contracts

to companies that you've had a direct financial
interest in for the last 25 years.

Is everything all right?

[grunting]

[Cliff] Listen to me.

Listen, listen.

You print a word...

and I'll put you
and your family in the ground,

and no one will ever find you.

Do you understand?

[gasping] Okay, okay.

[Cliff] Up you get.

Go and sit down.

Go on.

I'll clean this mess up.

Fuck.

[Anthony]
Cliff, calm down.

If he shows any intent
of writing the story,

you send in the lawyers.

All right, right, but with
all due respect, Anthony,

we need to silence the fucker.

Cliff, this isn't Malta.
The press are off-limits.

Now listen to me
very carefully, Anthony.

I've stayed afloat for 40 years.

And that takes some doing
in this business.

But if this ship goes down, there ain't
gonna be any life rafts floating about.

Do you understand?

Everyone goes under.

Including you.

Well, it'll all be
taken care of.

[female detective]
You need to leave it, Neil.

- You can't start investigating senior policemen.
- Why not?

Ghost Squad's investigation uncovered
up to 250 serving and retired officers,

up to the rank of commander,
that were all involved.

I can't afford to lose my job.

And I certainly don't want to be looking
over my shoulder every day of the week.

Gemma, Gemma,
they organized robberies.

They stole and resold drugs.
They planted and destroyed evidence.

Anything you can think of,
they had their fingers in.

Where were they operating
out of?

Specialist units mainly.

Anyone with access to big-league villains
that needed a helping hand.

How many got arrested?

None.

Before Ghost Squad could
present their evidence to the CPS,

it was all shredded.

Fifteen years of proof
and witness statements,

and it all ended up in the bin.

[police radio chatter]

[lively music on speakers]

[Neil] Here we go.

What is he doing here?

Who?

That's the boxer
from the other night.

- [camera shutter clicking]
- [woman] Oi!

I want a word with you.

I know you know something.

[camera shutter clicking]

- [Sean] They've arrested the man responsible.
- You liar!

- [Liam] Oi, oi, oi.
- I can see it in your eyes.

[woman 2] We got to leave.

- Leave it.
- I know that you know something.

- I tell you what.
- [woman 2] Come on.

I want to know who they are.

Neil, this isn't
our case anymore.

[music continues]

[keys jangling]

Sean, are you in?

Sean!

[clattering]

[drawer clatters]

[sighing] Oh, fuck.

[sighs]

I've been trying to call you all day.
Where have you been?

Please don't tell me
you went to pay your last respects.

Look, I grew up with him, Isaac.
He was a fucking mate.

You need to get
your fucking head straight.

We've got a count
to do. In.

This is Sean and Liam McDonagh

paying their respects
at Warren Byford's wake.

[Ellery]
I put Liam McDonagh away
for a 14-year stretch

for a cash-in-transit robbery.

The hell has he got
to do with this?

It's not Liam who's of interest, sir.
It's his brother.

Never heard of him.

But you've heard of
Isaac Gale though, right?

This is Sean visiting Gale
four hours later.

[Ellery]
Where are you going with this, Neil?

Byford was laundering money
for Isaac Gale, right?

And when he became
a wanted man, they killed him.

We already have a man in custody
who's bang to rights.

Fibers found
on Byford's clothing

proved he'd been
in physical contact with Rugova.

Rugova killed himself
in Belmarsh.

That's a little convenient,
don't you think?

Are you fucking mad?

What?

Use your fucking head!

I'm on license, Sean!

If they find a loaded strap
in the flat,

I'm back inside for life!

It's just for protection,
all right?

[Liam] Look, I don't know
what you're into,

but you're getting rid
of that fucking gun, understood?

Archie's not growing up
without a dad.

What's up?

[Liam]
Don't turn around.

What is it?

Liam, I'm carrying.

How much?

Five key.

Fuck, Sean.

Fuck.
Sit fucking tight.

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[grunting]

[Neil] McDonagh!

[shouts]

[both shouting, grunting]

Give me a fucking name.

Isaac Gale.

What about Jonjo Dixon
and Gerry Dwyer?

This ain't a firm you fuck with.

No?

Now you get that shit
back on the street.

You need to speak to me,
you call that number.

You're working for me now, Sean.

Understood?

- Good.
- [hammer clicks]

[sirens in distance]

[Sean] It's all right.
I've taken care of it.

How?

If you don't know anything,

they can't accuse you
of anything.

Who can't accuse me, Sean?

Eh?

What the fuck
have you done, Sean?

Look, I'm going
to take care of it. I promise.

I'm just trying to get ahead.

Nobody gets ahead
in this game, Sean.

Only the people
at the fucking top!

Ah, fuck.

You're not cut out
for this life, Sean.

Nor was Dad.

Don't compare me to him!

He couldn't cope!

That's why he killed himself!

He was weak.

Whatever you're involved in,

get the fuck out now.

'Cause there's only two places
you're gonna end up...

In a wooden box
or a concrete one.

[car alarm blaring]

[phone ringing]

Yeah, it's me.

There's a ship coming
in from Venezuela.

Thursday night,
Tilbury docks, lane eight.

This is high-quality information
involving big-league players.

When cut and sold on the street,

this shipment could
yield a profit of over 50 million pounds.

When's it coming in?

Thursday night, Tilbury docks.

- How?
- Via a consignment from Venezuela.

[Ellery] Are customs
all over this?

Yes, sir.

[Ellery] Okay, everybody.

- You know your jobs.
- Thank you.

Money's in from Kitson
and Porter.

[machine whirring]

Both sides peddled lies
about NHS funding, didn't they?

I mean, and consecutive governments
have been economical

with the truth
about immigration.

We know that.

But that's not why I voted out.

No, I mean, you have to be
master of your own destiny.

- [man] Right.
- Yeah.

And if you don't look
to change the world...

the world's gonna change you.

[guests murmuring]

Absolutely.

[cell phone vibrating]

I've gotta deal with this.

Excuse me.

[Pam] Did anybody want
more coffee?

[woman] Or port.
We're ready for port.

[machine whirring]

Dixon, Gale, and Dwyer
are the only names they've got.

The only names?
Hang on, Anthony.

I pay you a monthly retainer
to put out fires,

and all I can see is my cargo
going up in fucking smoke.

Our man in customs assures me they don't
have the drills to penetrate the lead.

Once the stash is through customs,
you're home and dry.

There's nothing
to worry about, Cliff.

Who's the grass?

[metal clanks]

Detective, these ingots
are solid lead.

You listen to me.

There is a large
consignment of cocaine

concealed within this cargo.

Shipment papers
are all in order.

Well, get a diamond-tipped
coring drill.

Don't have one.

Well, fucking find one.

[man] It's the only apartment situated within
the Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park.

And it's just a stone throw
from the stadium if you're a West Ham fan.

He's been a Hammer
since he was born.

When will we know when our
application's gone through?

Oh, it's just a formality.

Mr. Cullen assures me
that it's just a case

of putting a moving-in date
in with the Council.

See? I told you
he'd come through.

Well, I'll show you
the rest of the apartment.

Just got to take this.
I'll catch up with you.

- Sean.
- [Sean] Look, I know I fucked up.

But I'm working it out.

What are you talking about?

If it doesn't play out
how I want it to,

go to our locker in Repton.

Everything we need is there.

[siren blares]

[mumbles]

Sean McDonagh,

- I'm with the Southeast Regional Organized Crime Squad.
- Sean.

- [Sean] Who are they?
- They're my officers.

Where's Beckett?

Beckett's at Tilbury.

He's looking for that consignment of drugs
you told us about.

Son, your life's in danger.

Trust us.

Come on.

- Where are we going?
- You're okay, son.

You're going to a government safe house.
You're too important to us.

Come on.

Come on, quickly.

Sean.

[Sean panting]

[cell phone beeps]

[Grace] What's wrong?

Sean just broke down.
He needs me to go give him a hand.

Sorry.

[muffled shouting]

[mumbling]

Let's go.

[man] Get up.

[muffled shouting continues]

You're late.

We were only asked
to deliver him.

Then fucking deliver him.

- [Ellery] Where?
- [man 2] Take him down there.

[Sean shouting, whimpering]

[man] Come on.

[shovel scraping]

Come on.

[muffled shouting, whimpering]

This isn't what we agreed.

Ungag him.

[whimpering, mumbling]

Why did you do it, Sean?

I didn't have a choice.

[grunts]

He's still breathing.

Then you better make him stop.

I can't do that.

No.

I'm a Detective Chief Inspector.

No, you stopped being that

the day you took
your first brown envelope.

Now fucking dig, pig.

[dirt thudding]

Night, son.

Good night, Albert.

[door opens, closes]

Sean McDonagh has gone
off the grid, sir.

[Ellery]
Why am I not surprised?

[scoffs]

It was probably a decoy run.

The real shipment's
already gone through.

He had no reason to lie
about an incoming shipment.

Don't be so fucking naive.
He's got every reason.

I know there's drugs
in those ingots.

All you need to do is
authorize full surveillance

on Jonjo Dixon,
Isaac Gale and Gerry Dwyer.

Yeah, see what I can do.

Sir.

[door opens]

[line ringing]

[cell phone vibrating]

Who is this?

Who is this?

[handset clatters]

[birds chirping in distance]

[Pam] Sweetheart?

Come back to bed.

Put your hands
on your head, Beckett.

What the hell are you doing?

I said put your hands
on your head.

You want to tell me
what this is all about?

We have reason to believe
you're in possession

of a large quantity
of controlled substances.

[laughs] You fool.
Shut the fuck up.

You...

Don't you fucking move.

Detective Sergeant Neil Beckett,

I'm arresting you on suspicion of being
concerned in the supply of class-A drugs.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defense
if you do not mention when questioned

something
you later rely on in court.

Get your fucking hands off me.

[handcuffs ratcheting]

[grunting]

Or not.

[grunting]

[gasping]

[Neil] Put the gun down!

Or she's gonna get it
in the top of the fucking head.

[sergeant] Keep back.
He's armed.

[officer] Yes, Sarge.

- [grunts]
- [pistol clatters]

Don't you fucking move.

- You're gonna drive the car, understand?
- Yeah.

Yeah? Open the fucking door.
Open the door.

Get in.

- [engine starts]
- Go.

[sergeant shouting]
We need police vehicles in pursuit.

- [siren wailing]
- [sergeant] Call for backup!

Come on.
We need air support right now.

[man] It's done.

But we've got a problem.

Terry Kitson,
Billy Clarke and Jimmy Porter

are all saying
they delivered money to Sean

just before
he got picked up by Ellery.

[Cliff] How much?

Just shy of three million.

Well, how the fuck
did that happen?

He must have been planning
to have it on his toes.

Well, you didn't think to check
before you put him in the ground?

He told them you'd ordered
the collections a day early.

Did he now?

Last person he called
was his brother.

Well, then find him.

Do I have to draw you a map,
you thick cunt?

Right. Go to Sean's flat.

If Liam isn't there,
pay his wife and son a visit.

[knocks]

Grace.

Grace, let me in.
It's me.

Grace.

I really need to talk to you.

Yeah, come on in.

I know you're not guilty, Neil.

But if you run, you're only gonna
make it worse for yourself.

If I don't, they'll put me away.

And I can't expose anyone
from behind bars.

Expose who?

Walsh, Patterson.

I know someone
in the Anti-Corruption Unit.

- I could speak to them on your behalf.
- No.

No, you can't put yourself in that danger.
I don't know how far up the chain this goes.

They're policemen, Neil.

They're organized criminals
with badges.

Call me if you need anything.

[siren wailing in distance]

[woman on phone]Anti-Terrorist Hotline.
Can I help you?

- What's going on?
- I need you and Archie to pack a bag

And go to your mum's right now.

- What?
- Sean.

He's got himself
involved in something.

I just really need you
to get out of this flat.

- All right?
- No. We need to go to the police.

We can't, all right?
We can't trust 'em.

[knocking]

Liam.

[door buzzing]

[knocking continues]

Liam, what the fuck is going...

Just fucking stay here, Grace.

You stay.

[buzzing continues]

Dad?

[Liam] Shh!

[Neil] Grace McDonagh.

My name is Detective Beckett.
I'm looking for either Liam or Sean.

Fucking come here!

You've already picked him up,
so why are you here?

- Who?
- Someone saying his cover's been blown

And he's been taken
to a safe house.

- How can you be sure?
- I was on the phone to him when they picked him up.

Well, I'm his handler, and I don't know
anything about that.

Where the fuck is he?

You said
it was all under control.

Someone made an anonymous call
to the Anti-Terror Hotline,

told them there were plastic explosives
hidden inside the lead ingots

bound for an ISIS cell
in Sheffield.

That was half a fucking ton.

Our Latin American friends
aren't jumping for joy either, Cliff.

- Well, how long have I got to settle the debt?
- A week.

A week?

That's five million
pounds, Anthony.

They're gonna have to give me
more time than that.

They may speak Spanish, Cliff,

but mañana isn't
a word they understand.

What are you now, a fucking linguist,
you supercilious cunt?

I apologize.

Tell them
to send me another parcel.

With regret,
they asked me to tell you...

you've reached
your credit limit.

What do they expect me to do?

Find the money.

Are you sure it was
Clifford Cullen's voice?

100%.

[typing]

[man] Police.

[knocking]

[door buzzing]

[man] Grace McDonagh,
please open the door.

[buzzing continues]

It's the police.
It's for your own safety.

[knocking continues]

We know you're in there.
Please open the door, and we can have a chat.

[buzzing continues]

They're not police officers.

We have a warrant
to search the premises.

[shouting]

[gunshots]

[grunts]

[grunting, shouting]

Wanker!

[grunting]

Come on, cunt!

[screaming]

Come on, you bastard.

[grunting]

[Neil choking]

[Grace] Come on,
darling. Come on.

Grace? Archie?

Are you hurt?

All right, I need you to take
him to your mum's, all right?

Don't answer the door to anyone.

Don't leave the house.

Don't you fucking come
any closer!

[panting, sobbing]

It's all right, buddy.
It's all right.

- Dad!
- Go on. Just stay away from us.

You're a brave boy, Archie,
and everything's gonna be fine.

[breathing heavily]

I will call you
a fucking ambulance

if you tell me
where my brother is.

[gasping] In a fucking hole.

[screams]

He was a fucking grass.

Cunt stole all
the fucking money.

- Whose money?
- Cullen's.

And who's on the payroll?

Who's on the fucking payroll?

Everybody.

Walsh...

Ellery...

Patterson...

the whole shop.

Fuck!

- Fuck! Fuck!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey! Hey! If you go after Cullen,
you're gonna do life.

But men like Cullen
are not scared of a bullet in the head.

They're scared
of dying behind bars.

Use your brain.
You have a wife, and you have a son, okay?

The way we beat people
like Cullen is by exposing them

and everybody
that works for them.

[panting]

Well, we got this for a start.

Okay?

[sobbing]

Grace.

[Grace sobbing on phone]

I just need to know you're safe.

[Grace] We're okay.

And you never, ever call again.

[Gemma] Sorry I'm late.

Came as soon as I got the call.

What have we got?

Isaac Gale and Jonjo Dixon
turned up for a fancy dress party.

Looks like they got more
than they bargained for.

Let's get it out there

that Detective Beckett and Liam McDonagh
were in this together.

- Beckett?
- Yeah.

Two men fitting
their descriptions were seen

running across
the estate together.

[cell phone vibrating]

Who's that?

My mother.
Do you mind if I take this?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

I need you
to keep an eye on this.

Sir.

[Neil] Who's on
the fucking payroll?

Everybody.

Walsh, Ellery...

[Neil] We have
everything you need

to bring him
and everyone around him down.

Meet us at the statue.

He'll kill me.

And you and McDonagh.

And he'll take his time
doing it.

The only way this stops
is if we expose him.

You can't just turn your head
away now and walk away.

Okay.

He's coming.

I understand that,
but the plot is worth three million.

What?

Fine, fine,
all right, call it two.

But I'm gonna need
the cash tomorrow.

Right.

Ray, you're retiring
in a couple of months.

You can leave all this
behind you.

[chuckling]

Behind me.

Every morning,
you wake up and realize

that deep down
you're rotten to the core,

and you can smell
your own fucking stench.

Bribery.

Theft.

Murder.

Corruption, Tony.

This fucking city thrives on it.

Once you're a part of it,

there's no way out.

Ray.

[grunting, shouts]

[car alarm blaring]

So what have you got?

[Neil] Everything
you need on Cullen.

His income, expenditure,

debts owed, debts settled,

names, numbers, money,

the murders,
the trafficking, everything.

Now listen.

[zipper opens]

When the government
first announced

that Stratford was gonna be
the site of the Olympic Games,

Cullen secured
as much land as he could

so he could sell it on to the East London
Development Agency for a huge profit.

And it was this
particular plot of land...

which was a crucial piece
of the jigsaw.

So if the ELDA hadn't been able
to acquire this plot...

none of this
would have been built.

And everything else
that Cullen owned,

it would have been worthless.

That's right where
my dad's scrapyard was.

[Nayan] Yeah.

So this is a land transaction
I got from the land registry

between your father and
Roman Road Holdings, Limited.

- Who are they?
- It's a property company

That was owned
by Cullen's wife, Pam.

I don't believe
your father killed himself.

Cullen forced him
to sign over the land,

then had his murder made
to look like a suicide.

Who do you think was
in charge of the investigation?

Raymond Ellery.

Yeah.

[papers rustling]

Yeah, Gemma, it's me.

Neil.

Neil, Ellery's dead.

DS Sykes from the Anti-Corruption Unit
wants you to come in.

I showed her the video. They want to nail
those corrupt bastards as much as we do.

Where do you want to meet?

[Gemma] Earl's Path junction.

All right.

Let's go.

[Anthony] Anthony Hammond.
Please leave a message.

[Liam] But why is she alone?

[vehicle approaching]

[grunting]

[gasping]

[gunshots continue]

[Neil gasping, whimpering]

I told you to stop.

Do you think
I ever had a choice?

[gagging]

Gemma. Gemma.

[choking]

Gemma. Gemma.

[motorcycle approaching]

[man] McDonagh got away.

- Okay.
- What do you want to do?

We've got to clear the scene.

[phone ringing]

What happened?

Beckett's been taken care of.

[Anthony] Right.

Liam got away.

They missed. He ran.

Walsh, Patterson?

They didn't make it.

Never mind.

What about Cullen?

I think
he's outstayed his welcome.

36 Talbot Road.
That's where they are.

Right.

[door opens, closes]

Grace?

Archie?

[panting]

Oh, fuck.

Fuck. Fuck.

[whimpering]

Fuck. Fuck.

[cell phone beeps]

[line ringing]

Hello?

I've got some people
who want to say hello.

Liam? Liam, help us.

[Archie] Dad? Dad!

[Grace] Liam! Liam!

[Archie] Dad!

[Cliff] Shh!

Don't you fucking hurt them.

Well, that depends on whether
you behave yourself or not.

[Grace] Liam, please...

[Cliff] Shh!

No, I have your money.

Just tell me where to meet you,
and I'll bring the money.

Just don't hurt them.

[man] That's him.

Go on then.

[car door closes]

Out of the car.

[car door closes]

Grace!

Archie!

That's far enough.

Let me see the money.

Now move away.

It's all there, Cliff!

[car door opens]

Please let them go,
Mr. Cullen.

I've done what you asked.

Family.

It's what drives us,
isn't it, Liam?

And what weakens us.

Don't hurt 'em.

Kill him.

And the mother and son.

[screaming]

[car horn honking]

[gun firing]

[man]
I can't fucking see them.

[gunshots]

[shouting]

Move another muscle
and I'll blow your fucking head off.

I spent my entire
adult fucking life...

I've hated the man
I grew up loving.

A man I thought abandoned us,

chose the easy way out.

But he didn't abandon us,
did he?

No.

You fucking took him from us.

And now you've taken my brother.

They made bad choices, Liam.

But you're smarter than that.

Stay the fuck back!

All right.

If you shoot me, son...

that's not the end, you know.

You don't think they're
gonna leave you alone, do you?

No. Stratford, it's half built.

We could build it up.

The only thing I want to see go up
is your fucking tombstone.

Yeah.

You don't see it, do you?

You will one day, son.

Promise you.

If you're gonna do it...

better fucking do it.

[gunshots]

[groaning]

- [camera shutter clicks]
- [gunshot]

Grace!

Grace!

Grace!

Grace! Archie!

Grace! Please.

- [Grace] Go, go, go.
- [Liam] Please!

Archie.

[sobbing]

You ain't hurt, right?

[Grace] No, no, no, no.

[mumbling]

[Grace] Fuck.

[man] There's nothing more cowardly
than a criminal hiding behind a uniform.

But sadly,
that has been the case

with a small number
of senior police officers

who conspired with Clifford Cullen
for monetary gain.

But I want to reassure
the public,

in my capacity as
Deputy Chief Constable,

that this was an isolated case

and that the corrupt officers
in question have paid the ultimate price.

Thank you. Any questions?

[journalists chattering]

One at a time.

Madam.

[alarm blaring]

Oh, Jesus.

[groaning]

[man] Shh, shh.

[gasps]

Shh.

[Anthony] Well, you could say that
arguing against globalization

is a bit like arguing
against the laws of gravity.

It's not something
you can just stop.

I think we should grab
every opportunity that's afforded us

and keep building.

Ah, Mr. Vesselovski, Eva,

I'd like you
to meet Mayor Ahmed.

Such a pleasure to meet you.

Hello, Eva.
Lovely to meet you too.

Thank you so much, Anthony.
So Anthony tells me a great deal.

[tires screech]

[glass shatters]

[hip-hop music, echoing]

[man] Tony.

Liam McDonagh?

He won't talk.

How can you be sure?

We let him get away with murder,

and he knows it.

If he does become a problem,

we know where he is.

Rest in peace, Dad.

[camera shutter clicking]

You okay?

Yeah, just got to pick up
a little man.

Sub By Black Hawk

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