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A wise man a long time ago wrote, the English never yield.

Although driven back and thrown into confusion,

they always return to the fight, thirsting for vengeance, as long as they

have a breath of life.

That was my mantra.

I kept it in my pocket.

Because sometimes you find yourself in a series of events, spiralling out of

control, a trip to your own personal heart of darkness.

But as for later, let's go back to the beginning.

to where the story begins, in the greatest city in the world, London.

Some people call Mickey Manick a murderer.

Well, that might be true, but you've got to put it into context.

I never killed anyone who didn't deserve it, or wouldn't have done the same thing

to me first.

We all knew the rules.

That was the life.

Some people call me a drug dealer.

Well, that might be true, but you've got to put it in the context.

Back in the day, I would have been called a smuggler.

We were just providing a service.

Why the politicians and the police never understood that, I will never know.

What do you hear? What do you say?

You're late.

My cousin wrote.

Since we were kids, you couldn't get a cigarette paper between us.

I had the feeling we were growing apart.

He wanted to move on.

Me, I was happy with my lot.

All this air goes to 50 fucking bags.

You know about the money.

If you can start fucking moaning, I'll do it myself.

Besides, it might be just what you need.

What I need?

Tell me, how the fuck do I need this?

You want the truth, you want me to be honest?

Cousin, you've become boring. In fact, I think you're having a mid-life crisis.

Fuck off, I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Sorry, but you're having a mid-life crisis.

I'm having a mid-life crisis. What? You want the truth? You've got a 24-year-old

bird, Rat Ranch. You're on the fucking side. And I'm the one who's having a mid

-life crisis.

I don't see having a 24-year-old bouncing up and down your cock is a

crisis. You're 45.

You should grow up. You're as old as the woman you feel.

Besides, you can't beat a bit of wet.

A bit of what?

Wet. What the fuck's a wet?

White estate trash.

Normally 20 cent.

Get enough bugle up their ooter.

Smirnoff down there, Gregory. They go over like an old lady on a frosty

morning.

You are not well.

Believe me, this one is queen of the wets. Ain't known her 24 hours.

Get her back to my bolt hole.

With her best mate.

Vodka comes out of the freezer.

Bit of areas.

First of all, get the lesbian showed in the free ball. I mean, it's fun's time.

It's happy days.

What the fuck are you doing?

There's many a good tune played on old fiddle and you won't find a new

Stradivarius. But you know what? You've got to be careful. You've got to watch

that old ticker.

My body may be 45, but I'm 28.

And furthermore, I'll be 26.

I haven't spent all them years drinking down the old Kent Road with you and my

brother. Yeah, the good old days.

Yeah, well, back then you weren't boring.

I mean, I don't know what it is lately. I've just been doing a lot of thinking.

Yeah, you keep thinking, Ray. That's what you're good at. I mean, never

knowing when them fucking gaffers are going to smash through that door and

take you away with good. God forbid.

We'd inherited a family business started by our grandfather.

We were making more money than he could ever have dreamed of.

We'd become a franchise.

People would pay to use the name Mannequin Collarshaw.

I mean, that's how much clout we had.

The trouble is, these days some people have no respect for the rules.

These Albanians had 50 grand's worth of gear off of us. Now they didn't want to

pay. It wasn't a lot of money.

And that wasn't the point.

People have only got to get a sniff of weakness.

And they'll walk all over you.

I tell you.

Go fuck yourselves.

Fuck your money.

And fuck you.

Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi.

Easy.

You just pass the fucking money you owe us.

All this over 50 grand.

That's a tip for a man like you.

I say again.

Fuck you.

Do you know that fuck is an acronym?

Acronym.

Stands for fornication under the consent of the king.

What?

It's the same as posh.

Back in the day when we had an empire, rich people would go on a sea cruise and

they would swap cabins so they had the best view.

Port side cabin out, starboard side cabin home.

And they would stamp their luggage P-O-S-H.

Port out, starboard home.

An acronym.

Posh. Now I know why he's called Mad Mickey.

It's me teaching him here. I beg your pardon?

English. Living the best.

What happened to the people who built your empire?

You're looking at...

Building

a reputation, building respect was tough.

Keeping them was even tougher.

So from time to time, you had to make a statement.

What? What?

What is it with you?

All our lives I've tried to keep us out the fucking nick and you're still trying

to put us fucking in it.

We had to fucking do it.

You know that.

You know that.

Of course he knew it.

That's why he didn't hesitate to shoot.

He never did.

But this was the first time he questioned it.

At that point we both knew it was over.

Tonight was the final straw for Ray.

Ray wanted to move up in the world. He wanted to go legit.

His plan was to put everything into one last shipment.

He was walking away.

Away from me, away from the life.

We hadn't seen each other for months.

He was busy planning for his future.

For me, it was more of the same. Life goes on. What did he say?

Just to let you know, the deposit has been transferred to the claimant

account.

Do you know what?

We're back bringing the biggest bit of work ever in this country. Let me stop

you there, cousin. We ain't landed it yet.

So do me a favor. Stay on the ball.

Don't go in the cave and get on it.

Let me stop you there, cousin.

You're insulting my fucking intelligence. Work is work.

Listen, look, I've got a bolt.

I've got to pick up Il and I've got to get up to town to have a bit of dinner

with some really nice people to talk about my golf complex.

Catch you later.

Ray, I tell you what, you fuck off uptown with your really nice people and

have dinner and talk about your fucking golf complex, and I'll stay here and

hold the phone.

Mick.

What? Bollocks.

I'm moving on.

Planning to bring this bit of work over hadn't been easy.

The options for getting the quality and the quantity we needed were limited.

Ray never wanted to do business with the Russians.

They came from war zones.

Life was cheap.

There were no rules. But needs must.

Vladimir Sukov.

That Sayu's a dangerous fucker was an understatement.

The legend was he once shot a man to see if a gun worked.

It's done.

You want to check? No need.

It's true what people say.

And what's that?

Mickey Manick is a man of his word.

So let me. We in business?

We in business, definitely.

Now the deal was done.

Across the North Sea, it would take one man to set the wheels into motion.

The only man, apart from Ray, that I would trust with my life.

Albert Ball, our partner in crime for 30 years, and one of the dam's most feared

gangsters.

He'd had it on his toes to Amsterdam 10 stretch ago.

The nuthouse that was a dam suited Albert, because he was completely

barking mad.

As much care as she takes.

Your wife's pregnant?

Yeah.

Caroline Havilland.

You know your baby's gonna come out with two heads.

Look, look. I told her, yeah? She's knocking the Charlie on the head, all

right? Well, you should stop selling it to her, then.

Fuck off, man. Stop playing.

I've just remembered something really, really important.

Oh, what?

What is that?

Oh, babe.

Oh, my God.

Oh,

that's stunning.

This is going to look absolutely beautiful on you.

What's the occasion?

Yeah, this close, Elle. This close.

To a new life, new business partners.

And the most refreshing thing about it is they're complete straight goers.

Really?

Then why'd you have to see Mickey earlier tonight? Oh, please, tell me

more times.

He's buying me out.

Okay, okay, I believe you.

You've got to remember, we're not just going to be partners in a golf course.

Is it going to have a five-star hotel, a vineyard, a health and leisure complex?

Four times the size of Hyde Park. I know you've told me a hundred times.

I'm just excited, that's all.

Because I can see me and you there.

Sitting on that terrace, sun blazing down, the contra mount is a beautiful

view out to the sea.

Me and you together, sharing a beautiful bowl of vintage dung. My friend, a

question. What do you know about the Dockland hit last year?

Well, there were four Albanians who got cooked.

There were four Albanians and one Russian, who was my cousin.

Fuck me now.

He wasn't very important, cousin.

But he has to be avenged. Well, I can see that.

I'll keep me ear to the ground.

I heard my ear to the ground, as you say.

I heard the Albanian owed you 50 grand, huh?

Oh, let me stop you there.

What, you think I killed someone over 50 grand?

I was.

I killed my first man over loaf of bread.

Really? Well, fuck me, you must have been hungry.

I was, my friend. I was.

I'm scared you're gonna get your hair wet.

Lawrence, Lowell, Hooker. Quite simply the best ribber in the business.

Coots. My rising star.

Loyal, smart, and totally fearless.

I called them the Barcelona Football Club of Drug Runners. This ain't fucking

funny, huh? The web is in the North Sea shit.

Well, one more thing.

I needed to bring our Russian friend across.

What?

For fuck's sake, our man. We're loaded for it.

What can I say, lol?

Just gross and bollocks.

I'll see what I can find out about your cousin.

Fuck me, I never saw that one coming.

Just when you think you've put something to bed, it comes back to bite you.

He was fishing.

What was he thinking?

What did he know?

I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

Hello, Mick.

What are you saying?

You all right, boss?

Busy night?

Yes, banging.

You looking well, son?

Richard, I'm so sorry we're late. Oh, Raymond, not a problem at all. Not a

real problem. I have to say that we're all very, very, very impressed. This

place is impossible to get a seat, especially on a Friday. I don't know how

you know. That's very, very true, but I've been coming here for years and to

tell you the truth, I've spent so much money in here, I should have chairs in

the place.

The Cove was our place.

I part-owned it with Jimmy McCudden.

We bought it just so our pals would have somewhere to hang out.

Everybody came to the Cove.

Jimmy had made millions as a property developer.

Great way for me and Ray to launder our money.

You wouldn't believe how many new developments in the past 20 stretch have

been built with drug money.

My brother Eddie.

Terrace legend.

50 years old, still organising fights at football.

His firm provided our muscle.

The football terrace has always been a great place to recruit new soldiers.

They're hardly a water hero, is he? No, no, no, no, no. Fuck that.

You should be proud. Fuck, I'm proud of you, kid. Bottle of champagne for the

hero. Fuck, there's no credit crunch here.

Jimmy's stepbrother, William. Royal Marine.

Two tours of Afghanistan without a scratch.

Gets home, chins an officer, gets a year in the glasshouse.

But you know what they say.

Lions led by donkeys. What two things are traditionally recession-proof?

Certain elements to the entertainment industry and out there.

So this guy says to me, your name's Robin Hood.

I said, yeah, me old man had a sense of humour.

OK, he said, where do you live?

I say, Sherwood Forest.

Bang, crash, they give it to me again.

You're the only person I know stupid enough to get bashed up and deliver a

punchline.

Jimmy, tell my brother I'm still not talking to him.

Jimmy, not that I give a fuck. Ask my brother why he ain't talking to me.

Eddie, why aren't you talking to your brother?

It's simple.

The mate was a whole street, I called it on when late, and he promised me he'd be

there. And he didn't turn up because he was probably in bed with some is-it-in

-it wet.

I've got two choices.

I'll stay in bed with an absolute little short and her mate, or stand around

freezing me bollocks off, waiting for a chat with a bunch of noblers.

That's a fucking tough choice, that one. Oh, that is a tough call.

Bollocks. You're all short today, you two, yeah? Good.

You going to tell him about the trip?

No, what's the point? It wouldn't turn up anyway. What trip?

England are playing Germany at the Olympic Stadium in Berlin.

It gets better.

It's the 23rd of April.

Fucking 23rd of April.

23rd of April?

It's St George's Day, you milk. I knew the 23rd was St George's Day.

Jimmy, tell my brother no, he fucking never.

Where was you?

We ambushed him at London Bridge, fucking ran him all... Praise boy, Joe.

You're out of love.

He'd been sent to a private school to try and keep him away from all this.

But he was his father's son.

He loved to tear up. Ray had dreamt about him going to university.

But he already was.

He was at house.

Here's the college shop.

Compliments on the table over there.

Don't they play for... Yeah, yeah, yeah, they do, yeah.

Now, please, if you or your family want tickets for football, for the fights,

you just let me know.

Is there anyone you don't know, Ray?

Well, there's always someone, isn't there?

I won't beat about the bush, Raymond.

We want you in.

I don't know what to say.

Welcome aboard, partner. Thank you. When do you think you'll be able to transfer

the money?

Well, I'm actually in the process of selling all my business interests in

London as we speak.

How would the end of the month do?

Very good.

Look, I'm overloaded and the forecast is worse than I said.

There's 50 million pounds worth of Columbia's finest sitting on that boat.

Have you any idea how long it will take to unload this and find a new safe house

for it?

And you're giving me the fucking shipping forecast.

You up for this?

Yeah. Fuck it.

Let's do it.

No, come on, man. We've been over in worse weather.

Get in the vast cart boat. Let's go.

Have I got to take this bit of work over myself?

Fuck it.

Let's do it.

The collapsible rib was always the best way to get the gear across.

You could land it anywhere.

Don't show your old man, because he'll knock me spark out.

Why, am I fucking gross?

All right, mate.

Just a minute, chum.

Proctor. One slippery fucker.

Him I couldn't trust.

But we'll get to him later.

I've heard that fat fraud case they got against you is looking decidedly wonky.

My brief will smash it. Here, I can... I can help you out, you know.

Give me that or something.

No, keep it.

What is your fucking problem with me? 1982.

The afternoon of the fight, you went and got fucking sunburnt. Lost the fight.

That was nine on 30 years ago.

Five fucking bags opened that night.

Five grand.

Oh, fuck off.

Listen, Mickey.

Look, I have a little talk, mate. I might fucking bag in trouble here.

I'm Polo.

Everyone's talking about fucking property being on the up.

But I'm sitting on empty flats. Do you know how many buy-or-let mortgages there

were on the market five years ago? About 3,600-odd. There's 463 now. I read that

yesterday. If you're a landlord, you're all right. You're having a right double

-tasty, nice little fucking coup. But you try selling the gaffs. I've got this

VAT fraud thing hanging over my head. I'm banging fucking trouble. Let me stop

you there.

Because you're repeating yourself.

You're fucking boring. In fact, you're so fucking boring, I stopped listening

five minutes ago. Yeah, listen, mate. That's easy. Listen.

Had a bit of work.

It's coming over tonight.

How much?

Five mil.

Fifty mil.

Fifty mil? Get your voice down. When was the last time you had this place swept

above? Yeah, last week.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, I worry about you, Jimmy.

You might go over if you ever get gathered.

How do you say that? Don't say that.

It's like fucking cheese and toast that you melted.

Yeah, no, that ain't even fucking funny, mate.

Just get and sell the fucking Bentley. You pay 60 grand for them fucking Koi

carp. I'm not selling the fucking Bentley, and I love them fucking fish.

Fuck me, there's some good-looking sorts in here.

Always.

I got a little bang-up for you, mate.

Yes? Well, if you play your cards right, I must admit, we're a double game.

It's a Friday night.

Fuck me, who's she?

She's the queen of the wets.

And she's not available.

AKA, my pagan princess.

Was she too young for me?

Definitely. Was she with me for my money?

Maybe. Tell me that and you're confusing me with someone who gives a fuck.

I loved her life.

And she was part of it.

On my days, right, I'm fucking fuming. What fucking mayor I've had, right?

I couldn't find black fucking ink.

Babe, I'm sorry I'm late.

I always thought the rivers were barking mad.

Crossing over the North Sea at 70 mile an hour in a pitch black.

Not a place to lose your bottle. So when this fucking wanker finally gets me

here, do you know what he wanted to do? He wanted to charge me 30 quid. I said

to him, 30 quid from fucking Peckham. Do you know what, mate? You can fuck right

off. You know what's fucking fuming, babe?

Well, I told you, never worry about money. Yeah, mate, but that ain't the

point, is it? He's taking my man's money, innit?

See how she'll decide on me?

Oh, and just to let you know, when the work does start out in Marbella, there's

a lot of favours I can call in.

Well, that's one of the reasons we wanted you as a partner.

There's plenty of your type out there.

You've lost me. What do you mean, my type?

Dylan.

Raymond, you're not friends now.

Actually, there's something I've been meaning to ask you.

The Long Cold Friday?

How realistic is that?

No, no, no, no, no.

Have you ever met the Krays?

Babe, I want to fuck you so much.

How much?

Right now, much.

We have to turn around!

What? Turn around!

Shut the fuck up!

Then I propose a toast to El Dorado soon

to be the biggest and best Golf and leisure complex in the whole of Spain.

And here's the best news.

Ray, you're going to be his first captain.

I don't know what to say.

Well, enjoy it, fella.

It's all yours.

Life is good.

And have a toast.

May the best of your past be the worst of your future. May the best of your

past be the worst of your future.

Until you sank the name, I ain't gonna be the one to tell Mickey.

Why not? Fuck it out.

Yeah, you are your lengthy streak of piss.

Tell you what, you guys set a bollocks and you fucking tell him. I'll fucking

tell him.

Get out of fucking way.

Who's died?

Listen, we need to have a chat, Mickey. Bit of light, huh?

Sidebar.

Listen, mate, I think we lost the parcel.

We waited for the storm to clear, but it was obvious that they weren't coming in.

Then the old Bill's radios lit up about bodies being found further down the

beach. We swung past, but there was gathers everywhere, Mick.

I'm really sorry, I swear.

What, catch a lone coots?

I don't know, mate. I didn't hang around. There was an old Bill

everywhere.

You got a clean phone?

Yeah. Yeah, I got it yesterday.

Why can't I get a fucking signal in here?

What's wrong? I need a fucking signal.

Excuse me, I've got to take this. It's business.

What? This time of night? Yeah, time zones.

Cousin, I've been walking down the riverbank for 15 minutes trying to get a

signal, so I do not give a fuck about your empire in the sun.

What's happened?

We lost a parcel.

I'll make you the best view of London.

You forgot your backup phones.

Don't go home tonight.

Chances are the gavs will be through the door.

You know where to recruit.

Yeah.

You want to start work tonight?

Yeah. Tell me what I've got to do.

Take the company car, get down to Eastbourne.

Eastbourne?

Yeah, fucking Eastbourne.

A wise man once said, life is what happens to you while you're busy making

other plans.

How true is that?

When shit like this happens, it's the first 24 hours that count. That's when

you can fuck up. This is when you find out just how tight your firm is.

And they fly you directly to the mines?

Yeah. They only fly at night.

No lights.

It's a bit of a rush.

You should try it sometime.

I already have enough drama in my life, sweetheart.

And you smuggle the diamonds?

In my vibrator.

Two of them.

Big ones.

Pluto.

You always were my kind of girl.

Once I get to the airport in Berlin, I'm taken to a different safe house every

time.

Albert.

These.

are the most dangerous people I've ever met.

They're insane.

Maybe I should introduce them to Mickey.

Bed with me, sweetheart.

Hey, talk of the devil, Mickey, my brother.

Yeah, that bit of work I was talking about, I'm onto it now.

We might need it. We've lost the parcel.

You're fucking with me.

I'd always mentally prepared myself for days like this.

I could get through it.

But Ray's plan for a new life was over. And there was only one way he was going

to take it.

Badly.

I've got two very bad words for you.

No insurance.

No insurance.

How the fuck could you bring a parcel over that big with no insurance?

Because you wanted 10 mil clear profit. Besides, we haven't taken insurance out

on a bit of work since we were 25.

And who did you get this bit of work from?

Two more very bad words.

Fucking Russians.

How many times, Mick?

How many fucking times have I told you?

Don't deal with the fucking Russians.

No, you fucking... Yes, I fucking did.

I distinctly remember saying, I can fucking hear myself saying it, don't

deal with the fucking Russians.

You said, only go to work with the fucking Russians as a last resort. How

the fuck is this a last resort? Because you kept banging on about how you needed

the money by the end of April. Where else was I supposed to get that amount

of gear in that time?

Besides,

Price was right.

The Price was right.

This ain't a fucking game show, you cunt.

Let me fucking stop you there, cousin.

You're the one who wanted to take the back seat. I'm the one getting me hands

dirty.

When I suggested to you, let's bring it over in two bits, half the risk, all you

could do was say, I don't give a fuck what you do as long as I've got my ribs

by the end of eight. Yeah, well, let me fucking stop you right there.

Don't fucking twist it around and wring it like it's all my fucking fault.

I'm going to tell you something you need to fucking know.

I love you, but you're a fucking dinosaur.

And I ain't going extinct with you. Yeah, a fucking dinosaur.

Dinosaur? Yeah. Really? Yeah.

If you can keep the revelry about your illusionaries and blame it on you.

All right, you're right.

So who is this Russian?

Two more bad words?

Vladimir Sukhov.

Why do I know that name?

How heavy is he?

You want to shoot a man and see if a gun works?

Will you text it?

I'm bored.

It's driving me mad.

That was Trenchard.

He's, uh... His man at the yard just told him, and you ain't gonna fucking

believe this.

Bit of ribbon over in bad weather.

Washed up on the beach, and the old bill never had a fucking clue it was even

coming over.

How's your fucking luck?

You've gathered long coats?

No.

But there's two bodies on the beach.

I don't sound like an horrible cunt, but the fact they drowned doesn't mean they

can't grasp.

Yeah, you do sound like an horrible cunt.

But you are right.

This is why I call it a paranoia time.

Being grasped up was an occupational hazard.

It was the best chance they had of putting us away.

We knew it, and so did they.

So what's happening?

Going into the Hall of Darkness.

Oh, fuck.

Thames meat.

We'd always done business with the pikis.

Back in the day they supplied the fields for our raves. It was the best place to

hide someone.

This is one traveler's site the old bill would never set foot on.

Well, not without an army.

It's Mickey Mannock.

My man.

Levi. What are you saying? How you doing? I'm good.

Your mush, we're hiding for you. It's starting to stick out a little bit.

Oh, shit, Sherlock.

So now we've got a show I don't know.

And we call the fucking Coast Guard.

That is a very lucky mush.

Yeah, well, never mind all that.

What was a fucking passenger doing on board anyway?

It was meant to be a fucking drug run, not a pleasure cruise.

It was Albert.

You know we don't take no for a fucking answer.

Yeah, well, fuck all that.

You know what he's like? He's been out there too long smoking that fucking

skunk shit. His brain's fucked.

Hold on.

Rewind. You called the fucking coast guard?

Lowell was screaming.

I could hear him. What do you want me to do?

You called the fucking coast guard?

In 25 years, we've brought hundreds of parcels over. The gathers have never had

a sniff.

And you tell him exactly where... Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down a minute.

Let's just take a deep breath because we can solve this.

You're going to have to stay plugged up here.

What do you mean? I can't stay here.

Bro, I'm gonna stick out like a fucking sore fucking thumb.

Well, if anyone picks on you, just say, is it because I was black, my mush?

Lawrence Hawker.

Detective Inspector Nixon.

My nemesis.

He'd first nicked me when I was 18, and he'd been chasing me ever since.

With him, it was personal.

Infamous for being the best ribber in the business.

Yeah, well, not anymore, sir. Now, I told you about Proctor.

Welcome to my world.

Does, however, link merchandise to Manak and Conishaw?

The day a rib comes over that doesn't have their name on it, Mr. Proctor, will

be the day that the Queen's got no soldiers.

The problem is linking them to it.

Levi, our friend, he might have to go.

Mickey, bruv, you're not telling me I could put another mush in the woods, are

you?

Well... But it wouldn't be the first.

Let's not kid ourselves, Levi. It ain't going to be the last.

Well, that's fine.

But it is going to cost you.

You know what I like about you, Levi?

After all these years, you're still consistent.

Christy. It's lovely to see you, Raymond.

And you.

How's them chavvies of yours? All right? All good?

Yeah, they're good, mate. You know what they say?

Family's the most important thing in life.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'll let you know.

Okay.

They reckon I was in.

That tattoo's Russian Mafia.

I'll get on Twitter poll. I'll get a name.

Who called the Coast Guard?

Huh.

That means there was Freeman on that boat.

This was the worst of times.

You can plan to be double careful, to stay one step ahead of the old Bill of

the Opposition, but this was an act of God.

Coote said they were less than 30 yards from the beach.

30 fucking yards.

How's your luck?

Ray wanted out, but he was back in it deeper than ever. We both were.

My concern now was, how was he going to react?

How long we been married?

Have I ever, ever told you anything that would put you in danger?

Hell,

you've got to listen to me.

If they come for me, you gotta know what to do.

Where the money is.

You know I really fucking believed you this time.

We got a mate.

There was one man we could go to for help.

One man who had our total respect.

We had known him all our lives.

He had worked for our grandfather and with our fathers, and he'd always had

our backs.

Trenchyard. He was quite simply a legend.

There was a saying in our game, if you didn't get out at the right time, you

was either going to end up dead or doing a chunk of bird.

He was the exception to the rule.

He'd been on top of the food chain forever.

50 mils worth of work and no insurance.

And Vladimir.

Talk about bad timing.

Told you, the NCA are all over you.

You made the cardinal error in this business. You got fucking greedy.

That comrade Vladimir is not a happy Russian.

He wants his readies by the end of the week.

Plus a meal compensation.

Yeah, well, that's fucking ridiculous.

I mean, where are we going to find the readies in a week?

Hold on. Where's this meal compensation come from? Well, he wants compensation

because he holds you two responsible for the drowning of his favorite brother.

Yeah, well, fuck it.

I mean, come on, how is that our responsibility?

Well, the way he sees it, his brother was in your care.

Put yourself in his shoes. You owe him 26 mil. 21 mil. We pay 5 mil deposit.

Oh, well, you owe him 21 mil and you drowned his favourite brother.

Operation Dragon Slayer.

its aim to finally bring Michael Mannock and Ray Collishaw to book.

Now, it is vital that no details of this operation are discussed outside

of this room. Is that clear?

Yes, sir, Crystal.

Thank you very much, sir.

Right, ladies and gentlemen, the facts.

100 keys of uncut Bolivia marching powder were washed up on the beach

yesterday. had an estimated street value of just the £50 million, which is nice.

One, Dmitri Sukhov.

Now, this certainly means that the shipment was supplied by his brother,

Vladimir Sukhov, of the Russian mafia, no less.

Now, Vladimir is a distinctly unsavoury kind of character. In fact, he's most

wanted in 12 separate European countries, so he's been an extremely

busy little boy.

Terence Cassius, a.k.a.

Cootes.

Now it appears that Mr. Cootes was the third man on the rib.

We can confirm that, can we, sir?

This, ladies and gentlemen, is one of the largest seizures of narcotics in

this country, and we have lucked into it.

It's the break that we have been waiting for.

They're in trouble.

And they will make a mistake.

And when they do, we will be waiting for them.

This is bollocks fucking.

No, Mickey, it is not bollocks.

You're messing with the entire Russian fucking mafia.

God almighty, they make Reggie and Ronnie look like the Everly brothers.

You two whipped up some shitstorms over the years, but you really surpassed

yourselves this time.

We got that little weasel Nixon hanging around just waiting for you to make the

smallest mistake.

And as for Vladimir, he's wetting his lips at the prospect of having your

balls for breakfast.

What can I say?

No one likes us. We don't care.

You're wondering how I knew Cootes was the third man on the rib, aren't you?

Hmm?

Well, after 25 years, I finally have someone in their inner circle.

That's where the problem lies. It's political.

They're closing us down.

I have to face the fact our way of life is coming to an end.

They should go in and nick them cunts.

They're the real crooks.

Let's face it, they're winning.

Proceeds of crime act.

All they want to do is nick us.

Everyone else come around, right? It's all about the fucking money.

Motorists.

What are you talking about now?

That's the motorists, Ruzic. Target, you're right. It's all about money.

You know, Carson, you're absolutely right.

Speaking of addicts, do you talk in the motor?

Talk? You listen to Radio 4.

My friend in the yard tells me your car's bugged.

Can it fucking get any worse?

That's exactly how they nicked that slag last year. He rolled over and took his

entire phone with him.

He's a fuckdog grass.

See, that's the problem. It's not even doing the time anymore. It's the fact

that they can take everything you own. It's fucked.

They went through Lowell's door this morning.

They told his old woman he drowned.

Then asked her how she could put a shot of Waitrose.

Then they spun the gaff.

They mean to put you away this time.

So tread carefully.

And I'll see if I can buy you some time with the Russians.

I've got a table booked at the Ivy.

Langhams?

What was that sign in the wall? Keep calm and carry on?

And that's what we did.

We went to Langham's, we had lunch, and we waited, and waited, and waited.

But the gathers never come.

Everyone came out of the woodwork for a funeral.

The faces, the plastics.

In fact, anyone who was out here in London was here.

We knew the old bill would be all over it.

It was our way of saying, fuck you.

By putting on a show our way of saying goodbye to one of our own

The plot

thickens Seems our Russian on the rib didn't drown he was shot

dead before he hit the water

What a turnout.

There must be 500 people here.

Lyle would have been happy. He'd be happy if he was standing here.

Oh, God.

What was that toast?

To wives and girlfriends.

May they never meet.

What's she doing here?

Why would you wear that to a funeral?

This was going to be tricky.

Bye, Mickey.

Bye, Mickey.

Don't talk to me.

What are you doing here? I told you not to come.

I'm fucking fuming with you. What are you coming with her for and not me?

Ain't like fucking married or anything.

She's the mother of my children. It's etiquette. Yeah, well, Lowell was my

fucking dealer for years and he was the one who introduced us. So if I didn't

come, it wouldn't be fucking etiquette, innit?

Look, don't cause a fucking scene.

I'll make it up to you.

Ain't it fucking right you're gonna make it up to me?

I'm so fucking fuming with you.

No, I say it.

Yeah, you pay for it.

Amen.

Mick, leave the motor. Let's walk and talk. I need to think.

No, good call.

Coots, do us a favour as well and wait for Zoe and the kids. I'll see you back

at the club.

All right, mate. Make sure they go home safe. All right, love. I'll see you

later. See you later.

I know you keep banging on about these old-school villains, sir, but... At

least we know where we stand with them.

I don't understand.

Well, they've got, like, a code, don't they, sir?

That sort of morals and values and whatnot.

When you take them out, it's gonna create, like, a sort of bizarre power

vacuum, innit?

Better them than the Russians or the Albanians, eh?

It's better the devil you know, sir.

So what are we going to do about Lowe's old woman?

There's a £5 raffle, a £10 raffle and a £20 raffle.

Well, that's different.

£5 raffles, usual suspects.

Signed shirts, footballs, boxing memorabilia, etc.

It's all a fucking short of another signed football.

The £10 raffle, all the good restaurants around here are part of the meal. And

Jimmy's part of the weekend at that Ponceo club you both belong to.

Well, he would do, wouldn't he, the flesh cunt? See, there you are, being

negative again.

It's a good price.

No, you're right. It is a good prize.

I mean, they're all good prizes.

So what's the, uh... What's the £20 raffle?

So the first prize on a £20 raffle was a packet of fruit pastels.

It's an ounce of Charlie.

You're telling me the first prize in a raffle at a fucking funeral was an ounce

of Charlie? Oh, yeah.

Columbia's finest.

You're not Will.

Well, if that don't sell fucking tickets tonight, nothing will.

Sure we'll put the prize up.

We did, didn't we?

Oh, we did, didn't we?

I mean, you could have fucking told me. I mean, don't you think that's a little

bit generous, considering we've just lost 50 fucking million quid worth?

Yeah, by the grace of God.

No, you're right. You've got a point.

Now we've got to go out of the den.

Where? With NCO all over us? I don't think so.

No, we've got to go.

Albert's having trouble getting the money we're owed off the clubs.

Think about it.

That lunatic Russian's brother's dead.

Unfortunately, our business has days like this.

Prison or death to us was an occupational hazard.

You could see it in their faces.

They were worried they were next.

Coots will never know how close he got to getting one in the nut from Levi in

the woods.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

They've been talking for a fucking hour, bruv.

What the fuck can you talk about for an hour?

Tell me about it.

Fucking gagging for beer.

I'm gagging for some fucking jerk chicken, man.

I've been eating baked hedgehog for a fucking week.

Think

about

it. We turn up at Berlin airport, they're gonna stick us straight back on

the plane.

I mean, half of us are on bands, but, and this is the only fucking good thing

to come out of this EU, bullocks, once we get to the dam, there's no border

controls anymore.

I've got an idea.

It's fucking perfect.

No.

No what?

No fucking way.

You know what I'm going to say? I know exactly what you're going to fucking

say. You're going to say, let's go to the dam with this little phone.

Well, think about it. It's perfect.

Perfect cover.

Safety in numbers, cousin.

Besides, Albert might have a solution to our problem. We've got to fucking go.

Fuck Albert.

I ain't got to do anything.

I'm going to just slip away through the long grass with my fucking family to

Spain.

That's the Cartley emergency account.

Don't go mad with it.

How long have we got to stay out there for?

We love Rose Place. It's like a palace.

What's the problem?

Now listen, you know I love you. Be good for mummy and I'll see you on the beach.

See you later.

Ray, I just, I don't think this is a good idea. Ellie, please, just get in

the car, otherwise you're going to miss this night. I can stay with you. We can

do this together. Why do I have to leave? You need to go.

I love you.

You have a step to mark at the funeral.

What are you talking about?

You know what I mean.

Shut up, the both of you. All right, come here and give me a cuddle. Come.

Just a love.

I love you. Love you.

See you in a couple of weeks, yeah?

I love you, you know that.

Ricky, take care.

It could be your mum, yeah?

Jaris May, call me as soon as you get this message.

Zoe was tired of the life. I could see it in her eyes. She couldn't wait to

leave. Now my girls are safe.

I need to plan my own escape.

I need someone still intoxicated by the life.

Oh, my days.

Love you too.

Really?

Really. You've got eyes to die for.

Now, when they come, you know what to do with the key.

Oh, babe.

Why me? You know how thick I can be.

Always found that endearing.

Don't say that.

When the time comes, I know your bottle won't go.

Is it really?

Really.

Well, it's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.

You know what?

I wouldn't want to die now.

Why would you want to die now?

No, no, no, that's not the point, you see. I died now and went to heaven. I

wouldn't be with you.

What's so fucking funny?

Babe.

You, in heaven.

Babe, I love you, but you're going to hell.

Churchill called Operation Dynamo a miracle.

The world knew it as the evacuation of Dunkirk.

Evacuation, my arse. It was a fucking retreat.

But Churchill knew how to turn defeat into victory. He knew when to live to

fight another day. They're running.

I doubt it.

Like I said, it's not their style.

Anyway, my man's on board.

We'll soon find out one way or another.

Poozy's death had hit home hard.

We knew we had to regroup and find out what Albert knew.

In the dam, we could disappear and buy some time.

Rad finally comes to that conclusion, although it didn't stop him moaning.

Ed, look, I've got to ask you, but why on earth did you pick the fucking

longest ferry route in the history of ferry routes?

I mean, I'm not being funny, but the last time anyone crossed the sea for

marriage, it was the Vikings.

This was booked fucking months ago.

This way, we're under the radar.

Will you stop fucking moaning? Low profile, under the radar.

Our is prevalent with 30 fucking rabid lunatics low profile. Stop fucking

moaning. Did you just say what I think you said?

Yeah, we meet in a field, even numbers, no aprils, and we kick the fuck out of

them. And the best bit is, it's all filmed. We'll be on YouTube by the

weekend.

Are you off your fucking head?

I thought you knew the score.

This trip is our last hurrah. What, rolling around in a field with a bunch

of fucking wannabe stormtroopers?

And what about you?

I don't mind a bit of carnage on the cobbles, brother. I ain't giving me

lopes, man.

I look some used to.

What if we'd have had this attitude in 1940?

Eddie, it was 70 years ago.

Move on.

For fuck's sake, Ed.

Have you got any idea of just how much fucking shit we're in?

You've got to grow up.

We're meant to be low profile.

Last place we want to fucking be is on YouTube.

I can't even believe we're having this conversation.

He's right, you know.

You're talking like a cunt.

I need some air.

So what if Manuk and Collishaw decide to go to ground, sir? They can't afford to.

Don't forget, they have a motto.

We fear no foe.

No suit cuff won't scare them.

And don't forget, they almost certainly killed those Albanians last year.

Yeah, well, we can't prove that one, though, can we?

What are we going to do now?

Fucked.

I took your girlfriend.

I'm going to calm down and I have to fucking get up.

We'll wait 24 hours.

Let the earth spin.

Well, that'd be sick.

How's your sea legs? Yeah, I hate the sea. It's just fucking gear.

Yeah, right.

Do you want some, Mickey?

No, not one of my vices.

I've got more than enough vices for one life.

That's for the cemetery.

I don't want it, Mickey. I want to earn it. No, you've earned it. Put it in your

pocket. Put it in your pocket.

You had a big year.

Yeah.

Is it, yeah?

Yeah.

What are you doing? Ain't no gear in 20 years.

Yeah, well, your fucking brother and my cousin's in there making football war

speeches, and I need this to get through it.

Want to watch your TV?

Yeah.

How's your arm?

Yeah, it's fine. Two tours of Afghanistan with us. Let's go to a film

in Peckham and get shot.

That's part of the course, mate, isn't it?

Do me a favour, yeah? Just want a little word with him.

Yeah.

What's on your mind?

Can we trust him?

Well, he took the boot of my kitsch, didn't he?

The dam.

Shit. I can't believe we're back in the dam.

Some were trying to relive old glories, others trying to forge new reputations.

If there's two things in life that are certain, if you're looking for a fight,

you'll find one. And if you're in the dam, you're going to get properly... On

it.

Our

immediate

problem was finding out if Albert was dead or alive.

If the Russians had ironed him out, we were even deeper in the shit.

How the fuck should I know?

How comes I've got to do the dirty work? Because I do the thinking.

So what have you got for us, Inspector?

We've identified them.

They're at the barn.

Hannah.

Thank God you're here.

You alright, babe?

Murray, it's sick.

Albert told me to give you this.

T-M-O-A-L-D-C. What the fuck does that mean?

Good news, Ray. Your boy's outside.

What are you talking about?

My Joe's here.

Oi.

What are you fucking doing here?

Fucking hell, Dad. What's the matter? What did you say?

No Fuck me you're nervous.

Yeah, I'm fucking like that me You look like shit.

Yeah, you look well, sir.

Should we march on?

You're fucking right. Have they made contact with Albert Ball yet?

Truth is, I don't know. We lost him for a few hours.

But the word on the street is Ball's gone to ground.

By the Russians?

That's the rumour.

What's the matter? Have another line and calm down. It's the last round, mate.

I've now got me boy out here.

Little acorns.

I know, Mick, but he should be in Spain. He's out of order.

Come on, I've got more important things to take care of.

I convinced Ray that Joe was safer out here with Eddie's firm.

I needed his complete focus.

One slip now, one small mistake was going to cost you your life.

What do you say?

Mickey.

Ray.

At last, reinforcements.

What took you so long?

T-M-O-A-D-L-C. What kind of a fucking clue was that?

Oh, come on, Michael.

Nero's.

The mother of all lap dancing clubs.

Albert had always been a loose cannon.

You never knew what he'd do next. That's what made him so dangerous.

That's why in a fight, you want him in your corner.

He was the only man outside the family that me and Ray ever really trusted. One

thing Coots didn't tell you, God rest his soul.

Dimitri was shot before he hit the water.

Vlad the Impaler probably thinks we had him clipped.

You are fucking jokingly.

A couple of days ago, Vlad sends one of his goons to threaten me.

How disrespectful is that?

I mean, if Vlad has a problem with me, he should come and see me himself.

No one threatens me on my own turf.

Especially not the hired help.

So you shot him?

Yeah, too fucking right I shot him.

Well, he thinks we declare war on him. Well, fuck him.

Too right, Michael.

Fuck him. You two want to slow down. We can't go to war with a Russian mafia.

Why not? Fuck him.

Are you fucking mad? Listen to me. Let's just pay him off.

Well, I don't think it's about money anymore.

I think Vlad wants revenge for his brother and his cousin.

What, Albert shot his cousin? You shot his cousin.

Well, well, well, fucking let me stop you right there. Because now I'm really

confused. Exactly what point did I shoot his cousin? Remember the five Albanians?

Yeah. There weren't five Albanians. There were four Albanians and Vlad's

cousin.

Well, why don't you tell me?

Don't want to worry you.

All right, so what at war now? How much help do we have?

It is over with the firm.

Fucking lovely, Mr. YouTube.

What good's he going to be?

Well, let it come down.

Here. You know, the one thing that ain't changed about our game, and it never

will, it's all about the money.

So let's get this straight.

The Dutch owe us a million and a half for the meals that we sent out to Ibiza.

Now, that buys us a little bit of time.

But has anyone got any sensible suggestions about where we're going to

get the balance from?

21 million quid.

Well, there is a...

Chink of light in the unremitting darkness.

Diamonds.

What the fuck's diamonds got to do with it?

I've had a bit of work put my way.

You remember, Hannah?

My old flame.

Very cute, very smart.

And you smuggle the diamonds... In my vibration.

She said there's up to ten million.

in the vibrators, but there could be anything up to 40 million pounds worth

in the safe house.

But the downside is they keep changing the location so we can't case the joint.

But I've a solution.

GPS tracking.

I'm sorry, mate, I've never heard so much bollocks in my whole life.

The greatest word in the English language, bollocks.

What are you talking about?

Well, it could mean that's a load of old bollocks like I don't believe it. Or it

could be that's the absolute bollocks like this could be the best thing in the

world. Or it could be bollocks like you're driving me mad.

Or sometimes it can just mean... bollocks.

Oh, soppy bollocks here like Albert.

Vibrators. You know what your problem is, don't you? You've been smoking too

much of that green shit.

I want to get myself a drink.

I thought you said he was up for this.

Albert, we've been working together for 25 years. If you want a bit of work and

you go through that door and it comes on top, who would you want with you?

You two.

Exactly. Let me work on him.

What a wonderful modern world we live in. From tear-ups on piss-stained

concrete terraces to a fight organised on the internet and broadcast round the

world live. We started at 12.

Why 12?

Because that's what I posted on Facebook.

Now we had a fucking problem with the Dutch. We'd been putting money in their

pockets for nearly 30 years. Now they were stalling on paying us.

They'd heard the Russians were trying to iron us out.

They were hoping they'd succeed.

How's that for loyalty?

That's their life, though.

We'd have done the same thing in their shoes.

But you fucking English guys make everything so fucking personal... Jake!

We don't give a fuck about the credit crunch.

Now do yourself a favor and pay the money.

Look, I'm sorry, Ray.

I introduce you to these people and they disrespect you.

It's unacceptable.

Can you bear with me a moment?

For a damn while.

This is not fair.

What is he going?

Look. Promise you we'll pay you the money as soon as possible. You know

that. It's just a little bit of a delay. That's all. Jack, let me stop you there.

Because you're like a fucking broken record, Mickey.

We've been doing business.

It's actually boy.

Great disguise.

Pay the money, Jack.

So day until the end of time, this is the only firm that's going to be

remembered, right?

For he who draws blood today will be a brother, even if I don't fucking like

him. Now, any Englishman at home in bed will feel like mucks when they talk

about this fight in this field.

So on the charge, let's have it for the Three Lions, England and St George.

That's our fucking Shakespeare, Jim.

Yeah, it's Colin Shakespeare.

To give my brother his due, he did know how to get a phone right up for it. They

would follow him anywhere. I mean, no-one would dare run.

Though he hadn't quite mastered Shakespeare yet.

Nero's. Fuck.

I've forgotten what a gaff this is.

Albert was right. It really is the mother of all lap dancing clubs.

Eddie and his firm were celebrating their tear up with Ajax.

We were biding our time.

We needed plenty of bodies around us.

It made us feel safe.

What better than a hundred fit wets?

And by the way, listen, Joe's here and he's with me and he's safe.

What'd you say? Strictly?

Don't be daft.

You guys are that fun. I can't fucking concentrate.

Fucking Amelia's driving me mad at the moment.

Find me now, bitch.

That's the Jimmy Mac I know and love. You're trying to fuck me, you silly

fucker. I'll get another one tomorrow.

What do you hear? What do you say?

You're trying to fucking life out of me.

Should we go get our money?

Michael.

Are you sure the kid is up for this?

He was a Marine.

He knows what he's doing.

Besides, all the rest of them are completely off their tits.

Will

you

fucking sit still?

Sorry, lost my wallet and phone.

Oh, you were expecting a phone call?

So how do I fall on hope?

It was almost too easy. We took them by surprise.

We took their drugs and their money.

The Dutchman Albert's shot of giving up his pals seems he was more worried about

a comeback from us.

They wouldn't pay us, so fuck them, we took it. But like everything else at the

moment, there was always a sting in the tail.

Come, come, come.

What are you fucking looking at?

Just ignore them.

What do you say?

What do you say?

What do you fucking say?

Give me the gun.

Oi! Where are you fucking going? Get in the car.

What is fucking wrong with him?

It was always a dangerous mix out here. Easy access to drugs and sex.

Difficult for most men to turn down.

But in this climate, it could cost you your life. What the fuck did I do?

They lose power to speak, so I say, draw what you want and I'll price it.

Go on.

Ray had always been vital to me and Albert.

I hate to admit it, but he kept us in check.

He knew when to pull back our reins.

He made the call that brought Trenchard over to mediate with Vlad.

What did we have to lose? It bought us some time.

What's the matter with you lot? Have you got enough heat around you without

turning everything you do into the okay fucking corral?

I told you Nixon was in Amsterdam.

Give me the case.

Now watch out for me and don't do anything stupid.

Ray was right.

It's all about money, our game.

Some people never understood that.

It's not about how tough you are.

It's about making money.

Everything had a price. The price for Vlad's brother was a million pounds.

Right. Stop going on about your brother.

There's the million compensation.

The guys on the boat are dead.

They're really shooting up a cemetery. Have you no fucking respect?

My mum's buried there.

You tried to be fucking killed at that funeral. My kids were there.

If I wanted you to die, you could die.

It was revenge for my brother.

Then what the fuck do you want the compensation for?

He left the widow and three kids.

Mickey, shut up.

Our business is all about money. And wars are bad for business.

Do you want your money or do you want a war?

Now, furthermore, expecting the money back for the lost parcel in such a short

space of time is to put not too fine a point on it, unreasonable.

We are even for my brother.

I give you more time, but I want interest.

Fucking interest. What's this bollocks about interest?

Mickey, he's right. It's his bollocks.

Vlad, let's kill them all.

It's going to get worse.

Stop underestimating them.

They killed my brother for 50 bucks.

It would be better if you stole my son.

You didn't steal my friend.

Tis a bill.

I give a rupe a ruski.

Albert, what the fuck are you doing?

They tried to kidnap Ray's son last night.

Put the fucking guns down, Mickey.

Did you hear me?

Trenchard was the only man that could have talked us down.

He brought the whole conversation back to money again.

Vlad agreed to truce. Like I said, it's all about money.

He agreed to drop the interest payments.

By that time, I stopped listening.

All I could think about was putting one in that commie cunt's nut for coming

after our families.

The only thing that stopped me was my respect for Trenchard.

You just made another big mistake.

Yeah, we should have fucking killed them while we had the chance.

Because if we pay them, they're still going to kill us anyway.

If that's the case, why should we bother to pay them back?

Don't even think about it.

Do you want my help or not?

Why? Right, well, pay the man the money and I'll sort it.

God give me strength.

Will Naaman Horan!

This guy won't help us. He's terrified.

He won't tell us anything.

It's like a fucking abattoir down here, sir.

My man at the yard.

The NCA, I got one of your lot to go over.

Who? He doesn't say.

That's why you should listen to me. That's why you need me.

Come home safely.

Yeah, I do.

Thank you.

It was the thing we feared the most, having a grass on the farm.

Quickest way to lose your liberty.

Now the paranoia was really kicking in.

You know the only time I've ever eaten this shit is when I'm stressed over you

two.

Which is usually both.

Stress comes with a job.

I can't eat this.

I just can't help thinking about how much cholesterol I'm putting in my body.

You keep thinking, right?

That's what you're good at.

I've been thinking.

We're not looking on the positive side.

Are you mad?

We've got a fucking grass on the farm without positive.

Disinformation.

What are you talking about?

Disinformation.

We feed the grass disinformation. I mean, come on.

I mean, fucking wars were won with shit like that.

Albert, I love you, you know that.

But you're not right in the head.

Well, hear me out, Raimondo.

We make them think we're going to do one thing.

Then we go and do another.

Like what?

Now, we've been waiting for the right opportunity.

Hannah arrives on the day of the game.

There'll be 10,000 Englishmen in Berlin.

It's the perfect cover. We'll blend in.

No.

Oh, what?

No fucking way.

You don't know what I'm gonna fucking say.

I know exactly what you're gonna say.

If you're so clever, what am I gonna fucking say, then? You're gonna say,

let's go to fucking Berlin and make a load of diamonds.

And hold on one fucking minute here.

That's slippery.

You've been planning this. For months.

And you knew about it before we left London, didn't you?

I've heard of insurance.

So why didn't you tell me?

Because you wouldn't have come. Now you've got no fucking choice.

Not in this lifetime or any other.

So don't think about it then.

See you later.

And do me a favour and look after him, yeah? Goes without saying. Of course

I'll fucking look after him.

Shh. Can't believe you're not coming with us. Yeah, we're trying to get our

nuts down, aren't we? Low profile.

Have you seen Clash and Louie?

No, not fucking waiting for them either.

Fate. Clash and Louie have walked out of Nero's five minutes later.

They'd still be alive.

And Vlad would have had Ray's son.

The men pulled the coach over before he crossed into Germany.

Menock and Collishaw weren't on board.

Disinformation. I hope Albert was right when we thrown the dogs off the sink.

Everything was now crystal clear.

Find out who the grass was, then steal the diamonds.

We were now all convinced that was our only option.

Here she is.

How you doing, love?

It's on.

I'm flying to the Congo tomorrow. I'll be back on the 23rd of April as planned.

Inside this is a GPS tracking device.

We wouldn't want to lose you.

His friend, Charlie Bell, when he retired, he can have his fucking money

on the 23rd.

23rd.

That's a good army.

St. George's Day.

Only one person in the firm knew we were coming to Berlin.

The only person we knew was in the grass.

My brother, Eddie.

Him and his firm were the perfect cover we needed.

I'm a diversion.

You want me to be a fucking diversion for your bit of work?

That's the plan.

You've got to remember, before the D-Day landings, they made Patton a diversion.

They gave him a phantom army, and it made the Germans think they were going

to invade somewhere else.

They are.

Get to be genuine Patton.

Lifetime ambition.

Bops ticked.

Patton, fuck it.

You've got your diversion.

I want my K, you'll be at work.

Dad! What are you doing here?

We don't want to let him fucking look at you.

Come here.

What are you doing here?

Hi.

I'm Werner Voss, criminal police in Berlin.

We've identified these faces from CCTV.

They arrived in Berlin yesterday afternoon.

That's Manak, that's Collishaw and that's Bull. Where are they now?

Oh, you must understand there. 10,000 England thugs in Berlin right now.

Fights have broken out in four districts already, and we expect a lot more. So

what you're saying is you've actually managed to lose them. Is that right? It

ain't like the old days. You can't just show up at a place like Luton and smash

the granny out of it.

We've been planning this for months.

Right, Jim?

Yeah. Been on the net with his kraut, calls himself the Red Baron.

I've got to say, great name, isn't it? Was there such a great name? After von

Richthofen, the Red Baron.

The World War I fighter is. Come on, Sonny, read a book.

Right, man, Richthofen. Well, he's been giving it about what he's going to do to

us when we get to Berlin, right?

We put together a super firm.

Yeah, well, how about this for a firm? You lot, yeah, the old whackers, whack

the youth, NCO teaming up with the ICF, under fives, wrecking crew, naughty 40s,

Zulus, headhunters, Pompey 657, Burnley Suicide Squad.

Burnley Suicide Squad.

Who the fuck are the Bernie Suicide Squadrons? You're fucking making it up.

No, straight up.

Oh, I forgot. The cards. Jimmy, show them the cards. Oh, you've got to see

the cards.

Congratulations, you have just met 84 Squadron for England and St George.

Why 84 Squadron?

Well, they're the Royal Flying Corps firm. Had it with the Red Baron fucking

smashing to pieces.

I must admit, this is the work of fucking genius.

What are we fucking doing here?

Is there anyone in this little firm who ain't lost a plot? You wanted a

diversion? A diversion.

You know what?

This is a fuck-up. This is the fuck-up of all fuck-ups.

Bollocks to it.

What's his problem?

Those lip-sync shits.

What's your... It's a diversion, Turner.

Never mind.

Look, this ain't some fucking bad dream you're gonna wake up from because you're

not. Yeah, you don't think I know that?

It's fucking bang on us.

Your brother, my cousin, is in there fucking talking about diversion when we

know that someone in that bar's a grass.

And you want to go through a door against a firm ten-handed?

Well, in an extra pair of hands, let's call the kid William in.

Are you fucking serious?

After that little turnout in the den.

You know, I'm not being funny. Sometimes I look at you two and it's like talking

to two fucking strangers.

It's a good call.

How is that a good call?

Well, at least we know his bottle won't go.

You think it's funny, don't you? It's just a fucking lie with you two, isn't

it?

What I'm telling you is something now, not with my life, it ain't.

I'm going to take Joe and I'm through the fucking long grass and it's time I'm

gone.

He's right, you know.

We need to find out who this grass is.

There's only two options, Jimmy, or I can't even bring myself to say this.

Ray?

No fucking way, never.

Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.

Don't you think you're a little out of your depth for a property developer?

Go meet the old man, he's driving me fucking mad.

Nixon?

I know that, bloke.

I've just seen Jimmy sitting in a car with Nixon.

The other geezer with him was talking with Jimmy at the cave.

Deep down inside, if someone was going to go over, they always knew it would be

Jimmy. He had the most to lose.

He wasn't one of us.

Even after Ray battered him, he still denied it.

But at least Ray was back on site.

Ray, it's enough.

Ray.

It's enough.

It's on me, but I didn't tell him nothing.

He's a bent gatherer. He's fucking trying to turn me over for reddies. What

did you fucking tell us then?

Because I know you fucking react like this.

It's enough.

It's all right.

It's all right, Tim.

It's not my family, is it? I'll never go over.

Want a drink?

Yeah, can I have a drink?

Give me a drink.

Thanks.

Why's Nixon got such a hard-on for you anyway?

He thinks I shot him on a Black 15 stretcher gun.

You did shoot him on a Black 15 stretcher gun?

Yeah. Yeah, but you know that for sure. I had a mask on.

Look, I can't be sure, Jimmy, if you've gone over him or not. No, Mick, I swear.

Albert, you got your .38?

Hold on, Mick. No, Mick, don't be silly. Come on, mate.

Don't be fucking silly.

Mick, you think I'm going to go over?

Don't be fucking silly, eh?

Come on, Mick, please!

One. I swear, mate. You were like a fucking brother to me. Listen, don't be

silly. No, Mick, come on now, eh?

Mick, come on. No, Mick, please!

I swear!

Two. Oh, come on, mate!

No, come on, no!

Three.

Tell me the truth, I won't kill you. Please!

Tell me the truth, I swear I won't kill you. Please!

Four.

Come on, eh?

Don't be fucking silly, come on, right?

Tell me the truth, I swear I won't fucking kill you. Come on, mate, we're

all part of the fucking law, I'm not fucking grass!

Tell me the truth, I won't kill you. No!

Please, Mickie!

It's your last chance.

Tell me the truth, or you're dead, mate. It's the fucking truth!

Tell me the fucking truth!

Well,

well, well, if it's not Donnie Brasco.

That's not even fucking funny.

What are you doing William?

What have you been up to?

I lost my phone in Amsterdam.

I called you as soon as I could.

So what happened in Amsterdam?

Oi, monkey boy.

Fuck me about it, there's dead bodies all over the place.

I've no idea what you're talking about.

You haven't gone native on us, have you, William?

What?

Well, Jimmy is your half-brother.

Family loyalties.

He's my stepbrother.

He's a flask cunt.

Fuck him. That's what they're doing in Berlin, then.

What detective school did you go to?

They're on the trot from the Russians.

This phone has a GPS tracking device.

Do not lose it.

And do not let them out of your sight.

They're up to something. I can feel it.

What is your problem?

It's paid for, innit?

Calm down. The gathers are raided. Fucking wankers. I fucking hate them. On

my fucking days. My shoes are everywhere and I'm fucking fuming.

Have you got the key?

Yes, of course I've got the key.

You know exactly what to do with it.

I'll see you in New York.

I love you.

I love you too.

So what's happening?

That was the home front.

Beverley says they've raided everywhere.

Well, we expected that, didn't we?

Who fucking knows Beverley?

Pay him.

Go in the wets.

She's my Dunkirk.

She's my aunt.

I knew you'd fucking get loved up with her.

Mind you, then again, it's always been your problem, isn't it?

You got an Achilles' cock.

She stole it.

You know what?

This plan is now fucking perfect.

Yeah, it makes you think now.

I mean, where you end up in life.

Well, that's your problem, right? You always think too much.

It'll all be over in an heartbeat.

25 summers.

25 summers?

25 summers.

What are you talking about, 25 summers?

Well, the way I see it is... I've got 25 good summers left.

Don't fucking believe it. You're doing it again.

I'm sorry, but that's the way I look at life. I've got 25 good summers left

before I'm either dead or I end up in a fucking wheelchair dribbling.

I'm doing it again. You're fucking depressing me. Well, I'm sorry, mate,

but that's the way I look at it.

25 quality summers left with the people I love, my family. That is why I don't

fucking need this.

It's fucking depressing.

It's a countdown to death, 25 fucking summers.

Don't shed no tears for Jimmy.

It was a grass.

Come on, you're a Marine, you understand.

It was a casualty of war.

Yeah, I understand.

I need an answer now.

Are you in?

Yeah, I'm in.

Let's do it.

Let's do it.

She's delivering the diamonds to a jewellery store on the Wilhelmstrasse.

It's the perfect CCC.

What's that?

Civilians create confusion.

Do you remember on Christmas Day, when we were kids, ran a granddad?

He'd get the Dark Navy run out of the sideboard. He'd get properly on it and

tell us, How we shanked the Bismarck.

You know there's no-one on this earth I love more than used to.

Just be careful of the day.

Nelson's blood.

Nelson's blood.

Mr.

Proctor?

Yes, sir, yeah.

It's a diamond heist. When?

Today. And our man's invited to the party.

Wilhelmstrasse happened.

Wilhelmstrasse, really smart.

It's chaos here already.

What are we doing here?

Shouldn't we be at the Wilhelmstrasse?

I thought that's near the Brandenburg Gate.

The location's changed.

What do you mean it's changed? What?

We don't know.

How do you mean you don't know?

We don't.

That's the challenge, son.

We have to follow the courier.

What is it with you and mobile phones?

The SWAT teams are all in place. Manick and Collishaw are still holed up in the

bar. Sir.

What?

We've got a problem.

Bishop's GPS has just gone down. It's... It's kaput.

Come on, let's fuck off. Come on.

Don't stop!

Don't stop!

Don't stop!

Don't stop!

Oh, yes, sir.

They've disappeared into the subway system. It's impossible to follow them.

84 Squadron.

Fuck me, you ain't demanding it to him. There were firms coming together that

would normally kick the shit out of each other.

And you're laughing.

Looks like we're walking.

The diversion worked.

She's stopped. This is it.

We're on.

You're up for this?

Yes. Good. This is your first up.

Not as lucky as you think.

We split the diamonds.

Hannibal delivered Vlad's share.

Trenchard guaranteed our safety.

He thought it would be best after what happened in the field.

Taking William on the blag was a risk, but it was worth it.

Disinformation.

Nixon was in the wrong place, but now it was time for the truth. So you cut a

deal to get yourself out of the glasshouse?

No, I never got put inside.

That was... I got made redundant.

That's how hypocritical those bastards are.

I'm still in hell and being shot at.

And they make me fucking redundant.

You became a grass.

I ain't grass.

I was recruited.

Take Sylvie.

When I came back, I was approached by what I think was MI5.

I knew everything.

In fact, I'd known you lot since I was a kid.

So you betrayed us, like a run.

The Marines were my life.

They took that away.

Nixon, that lot, they... They made me feel important again.

An undercover agent.

It was a head fuck, you know, choosing between...

It's duty and... and you lot.

And it's you who treat me with respect.

I don't... Thank fuck it's over.

Want a drink?

How did you know it was me?

When I told you about Jimmy.

Tears from an innocent man.

You may think my life is complicated, but it's really very simple. I couldn't

trust anybody.

You tell Monarch, everything is good in the world.

I knew that Gavis had her phone bugged. She knew New York meant Los Angeles.

The gamble paid off.

My pecking princess hadn't let me down.

Trench harder to rain to get our spoils out of the country.

We couldn't have them around us. Not with Nixon still in Berlin.

So how do we know he can trust you?

Well, it's all Trenchard's big idea, you know.

He is the main man, after all.

I know you've got to get endowments for customs.

Well, I would have thought that was painfully obvious.

I'm actually one of the good guys.

Yeah, just open it.

Just open the dildo. Just open the dildo.

Open the fucking dildo.

Ooh.

I suppose if I get stopped, I can always say it's for my girlfriend.

Don't you mean your boyfriend?

Funny.

Tell me something I've always wanted to know. Is it true that you shot Nixon

right up his arse?

That's a rumor.

Thanks.

If there's one thing worse than a gather, it's a bent one.

Although Nixon had been a thorn in our side for years, we knew where we stood

with him. We couldn't trust Proctor, even if he was Trenchard's man.

Only I knew I palmed the last bullet and the gun was empty.

Jimmy was ready to die.

Most people would have invented any story.

All things considered, he took the test quite well.

I thought long and hard about putting that bullet in the chamber.

Our relief was high when I worked out that it was William. Yes, the job is

done. See you back in Blighty.

Good.

Now put the dogs down.

No hard feelings, Jimmy.

Wait, what's he give the gap off? A few real ones on the top.

The rest are just stones from the fish tank.

The parcel is delivered.

They're at the Hotel Continental.

He said that everything's right with the world.

Everything's right with the world.

I'd say that.

Right you're my eyes now.

I understand completely.

Question, do you want to live?

Just when you think there's nothing left to surprise you.

We know where they are.

If you had a choice, I mean a choice to live a life, to be anyone, how would it

have been?

I say it's Steve McQueen, coolest man that ever lived.

Yeah, that's a good call.

Where are you?

That's a good call.

One for the road.

I bet she'd pass by the worst of you.

You

didn't

see Nick's in here, did you?

no i don't know if he's in trouble

It had taken me three hours to convince Albert not to kill William.

He was still useful.

Disinformation.

Wars really are one with that shit.

Or in this case, the battle.

See you in the City of Angels.

Carpe diem.

Carpe diem.