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We find out where that �1 million was going,

we'll find out who's trying to supply the new drugs.

Markides? Dealt with an Eleanor Markides, years back.

Alex Markides, brother of Eleanor.

He's got a daughter called Anna who works in property.

Mikey Markides, Eleanor's son, loves a bit of social media.

Wakey, wakey, people!

Yo! Keep the noise down, man. Are you joking, bruv?

Where's my daughter? Dad, it's me.

That should cover him until the new year.

Cheers.

The police took a million quid off our boys the other day.

Take it back.You gonna walk into a police station?

If I could pull some strings and talk to a colleague,

how would you go about getting into the strong room?

Got that covered. 10k missing.

Must have dropped it on the way out. Fuck it, we're sweet.

Here, little tribute. Why don't you hook us up instead?

What's up, Brandon? Where's Mikey?

Get in.

Just get in the car, mate.

(MOANING)

(CHUCKLES)

You know what I do for the Markides family?

Looks like you're a driver.

(CHUCKLES)

No, man. I keep them safe.

And you drive.

Mikey's a good kid but he's loose.

And his judgment of people is a little off.

So his Uncle Alex asked me to keep an eye on him.And drive?

Bruv, you ain't hearing me.

I get to vet who comes in the circle.

Something ain't right about you.

I hear that a lot.

Man, it's dead round here.

If Mikey says the guy's gonna be here, the guy's gonna be here.

What? Mm.

Again? (LAUGHS)

It's my way of saying happy anniversary, baby.

Mm. What are you thinking?

I'm thinking, round two.

Seriously, Ronnie. How are we celebrating?

Where are you taking me?

I am being serious.

Listen.

How about I take you here? (CHUCKLES)

Here.

One of my favourite places.

(MAKES MOUTH NOISES)

Well, this is fun. Shut your mouth, all right?

You're only getting hooked up cos Mikey rates you.

If it was down to me, you'd be kicked through the long grass.

Look at you.

You pop up out of nowhere with your prison lingo and your flash watches.

I've done some digging.

Really? Mm.

And guess what?

No one else knows where you're from either.

So what are you, hm?

You a grass?

We're in. Ohh...

(YELLS)

Would you take a bullet?

Would you bite the gun?

I fall onto my knees

And yes, the war's already won

Through dark nights

We burn bright till the sunset

Till the sunset

Through dark nights

When it all goes wrong

When it all goes wrong

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

When it all goes wrong

When it all goes wrong, oh-oh

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

Keep on holding on

She'll love that.

You think? Who wouldn't?

How are you settling in? Yeah, good.

Hit the ground running with your missing persons?

Paige is a good girl.

She is absolutely thrilled to have her own case.

Oh.

I've been meaning to ask you.

Are you Ronnie Pike, son of Sir Ronald Pike?

Yeah.

That's my dad.

That's not me.

I was just curious.

I think he knew my father. Yeah?

Mm-hm. Police?

Was.

Military.

Same animal, different breed.

Bruv, what the fuck?

I don't know what to tell you, man.

We were in the car waiting for the connect and bang, through the window.

You didn't see anyone approaching? Obviously if-

What the fuck?

What? What you...

What, you thinkIdid it?

Why would I call you and bring him here if I shot him?

No one else knew where you were. Aw, come on.

Mikey, let me shoot this fucking- Your buffoon, your side man.

Who you gonna shoot? Yeah?

That what we doing? Who you gonna shoot?Come on, big man.With what?

Look how slow you are. You ain't even got your gun out.

"Let me shoot this..." Dez. Dez?

Oh, fuck. You lot ain't gonna do nothing.

You're not gonna do anything.

I'll just stand here till you put those down.Andre, put the gun down.

Talk me through it, please.

He was in the car with him.

Who's he? Andre.

Are you hurt?

Nah, man, but I'm upset.

You know how difficult it is to get blood out of these trainers?Hm.

It was him, Alex. Shut up, man.

Put the car in the crusher.

Clean your friend up.

And bring him to the restaurant.

Right, did you get anywhere with our missing girl?

Yeah, they found her.

Oh, my God. I know her.

Nicked her for shoplifting once. Shit.

Tried to help her get straight and now she's...

What happened?

Dredged her body from a Thames tributary.

Cut her legs off and weighed her down with the ballast.

So sorry, Paige.

What's up?

Oh, man.

You got her modelling page?

Yep.

Any others on there? Yeah, dozens.

They always say they're older to get on the agency books.

But in truth, they're more like mid-teens.

I mean, I'm talking school.

Nice car.

Notice how they're all leaning against it when they take them?

Look closer, zoom in.

See that "no parking" sign?

You find that, you find out where the girls are.

You want a tea? Yeah.

You warm my heart, Ronnie Pike. Thank you kindly, ma'am.

Seen Bish? No, I can't get hold of him.

I think we've lost him to Tinder. Thank fuck for that.

(EXHALES)

Oh, er...Richard, I was just wondering if you'd...

Ma'am. Yeah.

I just wondered if you'd had time to consider-

It's not really for me to consider. Pay review's annual.

And there's not much I can do, unfortunately.

But I've nosed around and do make exceptions from time to time.

Walk me through what happened.

Erm...

I was sat with Brandon in the car waiting for...

For what?

Oh, yeah, Alex knows the score.

I was waiting to get hooked up.

Is that your game?

Amongst other things.

He gets banging watches.

Amongst what other things?

What, you want to look up my skirt?

Big behind the door.

No. Prison is for people that can't stop talking about their business.

I'm not one of those people.

And what happens if the police look into Brandon?

Will you talk about your business then?

You think this is my first day at school?

Darling. Baba.

Mikey.

The keys you wanted, Sidwell Place.

Darling, this is Andre.

Friend of Mikey's. This is my daughter Anna.

A black man in a Greek restaurant?

Modern. Yeah, they caught me breaking in.

(ALEX LAUGHS) Pleasure to meet you.

Surprised I haven't seen you on Mikey's social media.

No, I don't do that.

He forbid me, man.

Look after those keys, they're my only set.

See you, Andre.

Where were we?

(SIGHS) I believe you were about to kill me.

(LAUGHS)

Thanks, Erjus. Yes, sir.

I want you two to lay low for the time being.

No, we find that kid and go after him!

I want to talk to- I said lay low for the time being.

Andre?

Keep my nephew occupied. I'd appreciate that.

And now we pray for Brandon before I eat.

(SPEAKS GREEK)

(PRAYS IN GREEK)

I think we've all figured out Alex the uncle is not a scrap metal dealer.

What about Brandon Harris? That's what we need to find out.

He could have just shagged the wrong girl, messed with the wrong people.

Possibly he was working with another firm or a grass.

Might explain why you weren't collateral.

Brandon was practically family to the Markides.

Alex and Mikey were genuinely upset when he died. I saw it.

I bet you nearly shit yourself, Bish.

Like you wouldn't, Munroe?

His brains were all over my face, man. What's wrong with you?

Me and Bish will head down to the scene of the shooting,

see if we can pick up any shell cases.

Have both of you decided who you're gonna be yet?

Yeah, I'm gonna be Tyrone. Tyrone.

He speaks like that. (DEEP VOICE) It's Tyrone, yeah?

And I've been in jail for ten years for robbery.

Come out and I hook up with my bred'ren, Andre,

who's been on the road for time, you get me?

Oh, Tyrone.

Come on, man. Take it off. Handsome bastard.

Take it off! (LAUGHTER)

So Alex is the father of Anna,

who owns a property firm, who's also cousins with Mikey.

What's Mikey's mum got to do with all this?

Eleanor, that's Alex's sister.

There's also an older brother called Andreas in Cyprus.

Alex and Eleanor own hotels and clubs in (DUTCH ACCENT) Amsterdam.

Sorry. And we're looking into a family business called Meliou.

I know Meliou. They make honey.

Speaking of family businesses,

Anna's property firm checks out clean.

Yeah, so does the scrap metal business, so do the clubs.

So do the hotels. They're called fronts.

Scooch, Paige, speak to some of those other models. I need suspects.

Everyone else, priority is to find out who killed Brandon.

Remember, we are not police. We are Tyrone and Andre.

The shooter was stood over here.

Blasted two through the window and it sounded like a semi-automatic.

So...

..bullet casings usually land about six feet to the right.

That Scooch girl.

Yeah? She's all right, innit?

She's all right, I mean...

What are you saying?

I'm not saying anything, just...

Just remember, I know you. You're talking to your kids' godfather.

You're sounding like there's something.

Bruv, I just said she's all right!

What's the problem?

"All right" like there's a thing? There's a thing?

You're getting on my nerves. I'm sensing-

You're getting on my nerves. There's no thing!

It feels like it. Just saying.

It feels like there's a thing.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

Yeah.

Fuck Sherlock, bruv.

I should be wearing the deerstalker.

You're the forensics team now? That's how I'm running.

I would've seen it if I was over there.You would've seen it?

Doing this?

I haven't got my glasses on. So how was you gonna see it?

I could have sensed it. Sensed it!

Like I sense a thing between you and Scooch.

Get in the car!

Get in the car.

Arjana's like- DPMO. DPMO.

What the hell does that mean?

Don't Piss Me Off!

So where are we at?

According to council office records,

flat 204 is sublet to Opulence Model Management.

It's not exactly glamorous round here, is it?I know.

(BABY CRIES IN DISTANCE)

'My name is Leanne. I'm from-'

You asked if I know her?

Knew. She was murdered.

Murdered?

But she was only here a while back.

You were friends with her, weren't you, Jodie?

Girls, what the hell are you doing living in this shit hole?

Shit hole? I come from Morpeth.

Have you seen Morpeth in winter?

People die of natural causes in their fucking 20s.

This model agency, where's it based?

Dunno. We just use the app.

Patrick deals with the rest. Patrick?

Straker. He runs the agency.

That's all I know.

Doing very well for a modelling agency.

Ask for Patrick Straker.

We mostly deal with charters over 300 feet.

Benettis, Mochi Craft, Rivas from time to time.

And you never were a model agency?

Always been a yacht broker, sadly.

So the name Patrick Straker doesn't ring a bell?

He's the MD of an agency that's registered here.

That's our MD.

Mr Simmonds.

Yeah, he's a bit of a crasher.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hi.

Oh, hey.

Is this just a weird coincidence?

It must...

Truth?

Only if it's good news.

I kind of looked you up.

Should I be flattered?

I mean, if you want. I'm just looking for a place to live.

Let me go get my stuff.

We've got a murder scene. Now we've got the evidence.

Looks Eastern European to me. How's that?

The amount of damage to the brass suggests it's been packed more than once.

Balkan countries tend to do that. It's a hangover from the war.

Plus it says it on the side.

All right, follow the trail.

It's gonna lead us to Brandon's killer.

Here we are. Hm, it's very nice.

Aren't you gonna do your thing, your sales thing?

Really? Er...yeah.

All right.

As you can see, you're looking at a premier residence

in our current waterside portfolio.

Am I?

When we step inside, you'll notice the luxurious communal parts.

Each apartment has its own parking space and use of gym facility.

They come as spec with matching kitchens and ocean bathrooms.

This non-demised roof terrace gives you these stunning panoramic views of London.

Where do I sign?

So how do you know Mikey? Here and there.

Working for him? (SCOFFS) With him.

Loves a bad boy, my cousin.

Who says I'm bad?

I hope you are. You don't mess about.

Oh, I do.

And this is the master bedroom.

Unused...

to date.

(PANTING)

How often do you do viewings?

Never done this sort before. Yeah, right.

And you looked like uncomplicated fun.

Well, this is all good, but I've got a wife and kids at home, you know.

What? (CHUCKLES) Just joking.

All right. Well, it's not like I'm looking for anything, anyway.

Grown up, aren't we? Very. Very grown up.

Did you think about what my cousin would say if he knew about this?

Not while I was...

I imagine he won't mind it. But my father, on the other hand...

Yeah.

Probably best if we keep this to ourselves.

Yeah, probably best. Probably best.

I got to go. I've got to get back to the office.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

What about me?

Speak of the devil.

Yo, Mikey. 'Andre?'Yeah.

'I need you to come pick me up, man.

I need some back-up.'

What, now? 'Yeah, now.'

All right.

You did what?

I knew I shouldn't have told you.

Bro, she's a suspect. Suspect of what?

God, organised crime, brother.

Drug importing.

Nah, she's not, mate. She's an estate agent.

And she's a pretty fit one if I'm honest.

If you saw the batty I saw today- Oh, my God, bruv.

Are you being serious? Are you really being serious?

Are you serious? She's a suspect!

You can't be banging the suspects, fam! You can't be doing that.

Promise me you won't do it again.

Fine. I promise I won't do it again.

But don't tell anyone.

And don't make that face at me that you make.

The judging face. Listen.

It's my anniversary today. I know, I was at your wedding.

I could be at home with my wife now.

You got me driving you around to meet your gangsta mate.Hold on.

He asked for you as well.I don't want to be pulled into your thing.

I'm old.

I've got a family - something you wouldn't know about.

(SUCKS TEETH)

Where are we going?

I'll fill you in on the way. We need to change the car.

(SNORTS)

I know who did it. I know who killed Brandon.

How do you know? I just know, man.

This boy Anthony heard Brandon was muscling in on his patch so he clipped him.

Mikey, you need to be sure. I am. Let's go chat to him.

(GUN CLICKS) Hey, what you doing?

What, you thought this was a friendly chat?

Your uncle said to lay low. Fuck him. He's soft.

Hey, were you there when Brandon got clipped?

(SNIFFS) You owe it to me, innit?

This is the shit I'm talking about. OK, listen.

I need you to stay close in case we need to Lewis Hamilton the fuck out.

What are you talking about, Lewis Hamilton? How'd you want to play it?

(SIGHS AND MUTTERS)

Just cool down, bro, all right?

It's all right, it's all fun and games.

Mikey Markides.

What you say, Mikey?

You cool, yeah? Yeah, good.

Yeah?

What do you want?

Fuck, man!

Just chill, Mikey.

I heard you killed my boy Brandon.

I dunno what you're talking about.

I don't know no Brandon.

You wanna fucking play with straps?

Yeah?

What you gonna do? You're shaking.

(REVS ENGINE)

Listen... What?

Agh!

(GUNSHOTS)

Fucking run!

(GUNSHOTS)

Come on! Fuck!

Get in, get in!

Go, go, go!

Not too fast, man. Shut up!(LAUGHS)

What is wrong with you, man?

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Shit, man! Whoa, whoa!

This way, this way. Drive, man.

You're nuts!

What you doing? Get in! Bruv, I'm shooting at them.

(BULLETS RICOCHET)

(LAUGHS) What you doing, man?

Wait, wait!

There you go.

Fair enough.

I see you, Mikey!

(YELLS)

Fucking nuts, mate!We need to get this car off the road now.

Chill. I'll open the scrapyard.

Don't tell Alex, I mean it.

Oh, shit, what's he doing here?

Yeah, I got it. I got it.

Alex, I know it don't look good and that but...

(CHUCKLES) You should have seen it, man.

This crew's come out of nowhere and started shooting us up.

These two was, like... It was like having the A Team on board, man.

I thought I said keep him occupied?

What was I supposed to do, take him bowling?

It was an unavoidable situation, we did the best we could do.

And you are? Best fucking driver in the world.

I roll with Andre.

Yeah? What are you, a log?

Alex, I apologise.

We just did whatever we could do to keep Mikey safe.

Look at this car! That's getting posted!

That's not getting posted. Change the plates and fix it up.

Just gonna get one for the Insta. Are you stupid? It's evidence.

Don't be splashing it all over the internet!

Andre, come on, don't be-

Don't be what? Don't be what?

Mikey.

Mikey!

A word.

What? Did my man just call me a log?

Cos you said you roll. It's a white man's humour.

Hear what I'm saying. That kid's mad. He'll get someone shot.

Yeah. My driving was sick, though.

You drove pretty good, man, I got to tell you.

A bit too fast, you could have been more tactical-

My uncle wants to know if you want to come to Brandon's wake.

A little family thing at the restaurant.

Leave that here. We'll fix it up for you.

All right. Jeez!

Brandon's wake, man. We're in.

Yep.

It's my anniversary, bruv.

What do I say to Arjana?

I'm going to celebrate the death of some guy I met on a burglary?

Look, man, I don't want to mess with your family, you know that.

But how's it gonna look if you don't show up?

What's the update on Patrick Straker?

'Good news. We've accessed his file.'

Send over what you've got.

Sleeve, history, images would be great. As soon as possible.

This ain't good. Nope.

These girls are the only lead we've got.

(BELL RINGS)

Fuck it.

Go on.

Hello?

Girls?

Police.

Jodie?

What the hell is going on?

This is weird.

(MESSAGE ALERT)

(SIGHS)

Look at this.

Patrick Straker.

"False imprisonment, demanding money with menaces."

"Downloading indecent images." Twat.

I wonder what kind of model agency he's running?

We know her.

Eleanor Markides?

Yeah, I can get the first payment, that isn't a problem.

Just as long as my dad's OK, yeah?

Yeah, of course. Yeah.

I really appreciate your patience.

OK.

Thanks.

Thanks. Bye.

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

Ma'am. Jonesy?

You're needed in the bull pen.

Er...yeah. Yeah, I'll be right there.

You OK?

Yeah, fine.

See you in there.

Patrick Straker's dodgy modelling agency

is possibly just another part of the Markides empire.

In other news, we've been following that Eastern European ammunition.

This charming mob have been trafficking weapons to a respray garage in Dagenham

and then selling them on to teenagers.

Nice fellas!

So one of them is dead due to a heroin overdose.

Justice after all.

The other one turned informant and wasn't in London at the shooting,

confirmed by his handler, leaving this handsome chap.

Yustmanov... Sorry, I literally can't pronounce it.

Jorgevik, I think?

Anyway, he was part of the kill squad with the one who drank poison and topped himself in court.

Back in the Bosnian war, he was notching up a few scalps.

Mostly children. You know how it goes.

Anyway, turns out his grass mate is still a grass.

He informed his handler Yustmanov may have been involved

with the execution of Brandon Harris.

(PHONE RINGS)

Gold stars. Double points for the newbies.Thank you.

Thanking you, Bish.

Do you guys wanna pay Shrek a visit?

I'd love to.

Yeah, that's him.

Fuck me, he's the size of a cow.

How do you want to play it?

I don't.

Sweet. I got this.

Here we go.

Look at the fucking size of him. Come on.

Armed police! Stay where you are!

Turn around.

That's it, fella, nice and easy.

Come on, in your own time.

Now, drop it. Put it down.

Hands up, now.

Drop it!

(CLANGING)

Good.

Er...right. Go on, then, Jonesy, cuff him.

Are you for real?

Fuck it.

Easy, big fella.

I think he's trapped. What?

Trapped. The geezer's got no way out.

What are you whispering for? Call it in.

Fuck it, we're going alone.

You muppet!

(GRUNTS)

(YELLS AND GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(GUNSHOT)

(GROANS)

You all right, mate?

Yeah, I'm...

Yeah, I'm cool. I had it covered.

Probably should have used these from the off, really.

You think?

Come here. Let's do this for you.

I looked at some videos but- You'll have to learn this.

Tell me what you're doing or I'm not learning.Tanner.

My office, please. I think he fancies you, ma'am.

He wouldn't last five minutes.

Mind yourself, right?

Sir? Just close the door.

Well, it appears that you have mistaken my kindness as a weakness.

Stealing money for criminals.

From the police depot.

(SIGHS) I had to make a snap decision.

I had friends who could sanction it on the spot.

I could have helped.

I could have been your ally.

But no, you leapfrogged me and now you've left me looking...

foolish.

So now we revert to type because I have rank.

You report to me...

(CHUCKLES)

..anything, anything that happens within this unit.

Otherwise- Otherwise what?

And your request for a pay rise.

I think the timing might be a little out, don't you?

Good.

Hm. Fancy pants.

Yes, yes.

All right?

You taking me here? Hey!

(GIGGLES)

Listen. Mm-hm?

Er...I got to go.

It's a work thing.

But it's our anniversary. I know.

I know. And if I'm honest, I dunno when I'm gonna be back.

Baby...

Look, I got you something.

You like it? Hm.

It's nice.

Thanks. Kiss.

But you know it's you that I want.

JONESY: One of the phones we found at Yustmanov's had one number in it.

More than likely a burner,

but it was phoned several times on the morning of Brandon's shooting.

Ping it to me. I'll put a block on my ID and call it at the wake.

'Happening now, mate.' Great.

Boys...

you done well.

Result.

Oh, mate, come here. What you doing?

Well, I thought you were going for the hug.

I was going for a chip, mate.

Don't do that again.

You all right, bro?

Yeah, cool.

Arjana?

My wife...this job.

I love them both.

(MESSAGE ALERT)

All right, let's do this.

That's a lot of Greeks, man. Mm.

Think we'll stand out? (CHUCKLES)

What's wrong with you?

Are you saying you're ready?

Yeah, man.

Trainers?

Yeah, man, it's a fashion statement.

Bruv, it's a wake.

I didn't like him.

(TRADITIONAL GREEK MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC MASKS CONVERSATIONS)

Oh.

Hey, look.

Eleanor Markides.

And Patrick Straker. Yeah, I see.

I'm gonna try that number now. Go on.

(PHONE RINGING)

Mikey.

One second, baba.

Hello?

He's killed his own guy.

Fucking snake, bruv.

(TRADITIONAL GREEK MUSIC PLAYS)

You'd have thought he was Alex's son the way he treated him.

It was "Brandon this, Brandon that."

What was that?

He would have had him all to himself if he had his way.

I only met him a few times but I heard he was a good guy.

He was. He'll be missed.

Although he wasn't blood.

Better not be chatting up my mum, rude boy!

Come on. Stop it!

He's my boy, this one.

There you go. Let's give Brandon a good send-off, eh?

You boys!

(MUSIC STOPS, CONVERSATION DIES DOWN)

I'm a little nervous.

Because...

..I don't want to embarrass myself in front of you all.

But I wanted to share this with you.

The last communication I had with Brandon.

It says:

"Dear Alex.

I'm so looking forward to our holidays in Cyprus this summer.

You will never know how it feels to be welcomed by your family.

And particularly you.

I'm blessed to be known as a member of the Markides family."

And then he was gone.

But...

..we're still here.

Huh?

We're still standing.

That's it, isn't it?

We're still strong.

We're still...unshakeable.

We're still unbreachable! We are still...

We are still family.

(CHEERING AND WHOOPING)

(MUSIC RESUMES)

Yamas.

We know what we're dealing with.

I hope for your sake you do.

(SIRENS BLARE)

Bish, should be halfway to Amsterdam by now.

Amsterdam?

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