All language subtitles for The.Outlaws.2021.S01E06.1080p.WEB.h264-KOGi-NHI

He's back again.

You embarrassed
my boy Spider in public.

That can't run.

But I ain't unjust.

Going forward, you turn
a blind eye, you get paid.

No, thanks.

You got bare nerve!

You know what?
I could use you.

Yo!
You want a job?

No, thank you.

Very polite.

Bet you don't speak
with your mouth full either.

Alright!
I can turn a blind eye.

But I don't want your money.

Christian Taylor?

I'm not talking to you
without a solicitor.

You're not under suspicion.

You're just helping us
with our enquiries.

I'm not helping you
with anything.

- And I want my one phone call.
- You're not under arrest.

Do you know
who Christian really is?

Do we ever truly know
who someone really is?

Somedays I'm not sure
I even know who I really am.

This is Christian Taylor.

- He's the imposter.
- No.

The man you know as Christian
Taylor is the imposter.

- Who's this guy?
- The real Christian Taylor.

- And, what's your question?
- Do you know who he is?

No! I've never seen him
before.

No, not... not him.

Do you know
who the imposter is?

He said his name
was Christian Taylor.

- Are you screwing with us?
- Sergeant, why would I do that?

I don't know
which one is Christian

and which one is the imposter.

I do know that one of them owes
me four pounds for a sandwich,

so do make sure you get that
back when you catch him.

His name's not really Christian?

That makes a lot of sense,
actually,

because I called over to him
one time.

I said, "Oh, can you pass me
that bin bag, Christian?"

And he didn't even look round.

Although he was wearing
headphones

cos he was using
a hedge-trimmer.

So that might have had something
to do with it.

Is that useful? Probably won't
stand up in court, will it?

Defence will tear it to shreds.

Unless I'm the prosecution.

Sorry, there's no place
for humour

in a police interrogation.

- Do you know his real name?
- No.

You've never seen him
outside of Community Service?

No.

You wouldn't consider him
a friend?

No.

Rani has no love for Christian.
She snitched on him twice.

What I'm about to tell you,
it can't leave this room, OK?

Diane, the gun you found
was used in a shooting.

Gosh!

I mean, yes...
I'm glad I found the gun

that can help solve
such a terrible crime.

Your father's van was identified
at the scene of a drug robbery

in which a masked figure
was seen holding a gun.

A gun that bears
a striking resemblance

to the one you claim
you saw Christian hiding.

How do you account for that?

I don't know, a coincidence?

Quite a big coincidence,
wouldn't you say?

Statistically, coincidences
are more common than you think.

Is that so?

In 2009, the Bulgarian lottery
announced

the same six winning numbers
on two consecutive draws.

People thought it was a fix,
the government investigated,

but no tampering was found.
It was just a coincidence.

Do you know it's a crime
to lie to the police?

It's not a lie.

Just Google 'Bulgarian lottery'.

This is the man who was shot.

- Tell me if you recognize him.
- Whoa!

Is that tattoo permanent?

I believe so, yes.

What if he has to go for
a job interview or something?

He's not going
for job interviews.

Yeah, well,
not with that on his face.

He is seriously limiting
his career options.

I mean, teaching's out.
Vicar.

It's imperative we find the man
who's impersonating Christian.

Leave it to me.
I'm on it.

He doesn't mean
you go and find him.

No, no, I don't mind.
I'm happy to help.

Diane, Mr. Wilder's right.

But I would like it

if you'd help me build
an E-Fit of the imposter.

Yeah, no probs.

Got his face up here,
clear as day.

Good.

If Christian makes contact
with you, call me.

If you hear from Christian,
give me a ring.

Christian calls you, call me.

If you hear from Christian,
please contact me.

If you hear from Christian,
contact me ASAP.

I want to know
what you're up to.

Before I tell Diane you were
sneaking around in her office.

Aw, if you were gonna do that,
you'd have done it already.

We're meeting
at the placement at four.

Then we're gonna look
for Christian. Can you make it?

That kid had a fake name
and a gun.

Are you out of your bloody mind?

I'll take that as a maybe.

Sir, permission
to speak freely.

You don't have to ask
permission.

As you know, it's
a long-standing dream of mine

to be a police detective,

but my criminal record,
of which I am not proud,

inhibits that dream.

In a continuing effort
to build valuable credit

to help support any future
application to the police,

I would like your consent

to take the minibus
and seek out the imposter

who has been posing
as Christian Taylor.

Sorry, I drifted off
halfway through that.

What are you asking?

To take the minibus
to look for Christian.

- Absolutely not!
- But, sir...

Diane, you are never
going to be a police detective.

Why don't you just stick to the
work you're actually paid for?

Who knows -
in five, ten years' time,

you could be doing my job.

No offence, sir...

but I don't want
to end up like you.

I want to actually
do something with my life.

Go home...

before one of us says something
both of us might regret.

Do you know this person?

Seen him around.

Any idea why he's lying
in a hospital bed?

Is he finally getting
that stupid tattoo removed?

You're currently doing
Community Service

for failure to appear
in court, is that right?

Yeah,
and I really feel like

I'm giving something back
to the community.

Can we cut the shit?

Who are you paying
to do your hours?

I don't know what you mean.

Who are you sending
in your place?

What?

How would I expect
to get away with that?

I'd have to believe

you white people
in law enforcement

think all black people
look the same.

What kind of cynical bastard
would I be

to think police in this country
are racist?

Huh?

I know who you are.

I know you run
the Brook Hill crew.

And I'm coming for you,
do you understand?

Go.

How'd you get
into this, then?

Bit of a computer nerd?

I ask cos I'm looking
to join the force myself.

I mean, not as a desk jockey
like you.

I want to actually,
you know, make a difference.

No offense.

Yeah, OK, let me check that.

Mm, eyes a bit closer together.

- How's it going?
- Oh, hello ma'am.

Yeah, good, good. This is
looking pretty close, yeah.

I mean, I would say
his lips and his chin

are a little bit more
like Aston's from JLS.

"JLS"?

You don't know who JLS are?

Runners-up from X Factor,
series 5.

Do you not watch X Factor?
What do you watch, Strictly?

I mean, Aston was on Strictly,
too, actually.

He lost the dance-off to
Mollie King from The Saturdays,

but it wasn't Aston's fault,
it was his partner's.

I mean, why would you do
a Viennese waltz

when it's
Seventies disco week?

- I don't know.
- Yeah, I didn't know.

Exactly.

Oh, yeah, spot on that is.

- Great.
- Brilliant.

Can we just get this sent out
to all divisions, ASAP?

- ASAP.
- Thanks.

Well done, Diane.

Oh, thank you ma'am.

Sit down, Frank.

You've done a lot of mean and
selfish things over the years.

And when you came back
into our lives,

you promised you'd change,
make amends.

If I haven't been nice to you,

it's cos
I've had no faith in you.

But you've proved me wrong.

So, I apologize.

And when your ankle tag
comes off,

Tom and Holly and me

would like you to stay with us
permanently.

I'd like that.

I love you, Dad.

Come and give Grandpa a hug.

Come on, Tom.

Greg-fried rice.

Working weekends?

Yeah, I'm just catching up
on some stuff.

You know, I've been thinking,
we share a desk, right?

We've never shared a beer.

We should get a drink
sometime.

- OK.
- How about six o'clock?

- Today?
- Yeah.

They do a great Ploughman's
at the Bull & Last.

Do you like Ploughman's?

I love Ploughman's.
I always ask for cheese and ham.

- Bit cheeky, isn't it?
- I've got plans.

- Aw, cancel them.
- I can't cancel them.

Cancel them!

I wanna have a beer
and a Ploughman's.

And you should invite
Howard Cherry.

- What?
- See ya at six, mate.

Oh, I hope you don't mind,

I gave your cupboard
a little, uh, spring clean.

Wouldn't like the partners
to see the mess it's in.

Hello, Dad.

Wasn't expecting you to be here.

Everything OK?

Where did the money come from?

You know where
the money came from.

You met Mr. Cherry.

I called your lawyers.

They've never heard
of any Howard Cherry.

- Well, that makes no sense.
- Don't lie to me!

I can still beat the tar
out of you.

- I'm not lying.
- I know he's a fraud!

I saw you picking up rubbish
with him for God's sake.

Now, where did the money
come from?

We found it.

- Stop lying!
- I'm not lying, Dad.

Some gang kid
hid a bag of money!

And we found it.

I built this company
with honour.

Never stole, never cheated.

First sign of trouble,
you take dirty money.

I'm not surprised.

You always were lazy.

And weak.

- Lazy and weak.
- Yes!

I gave you all this on a plate!

And you ran it into the ground!

I didn't run anything
into the ground, Dad!

You pissed my company
down the drain.

Our company!

And I didn't piss anything, OK?
I'm saving it!

How?
With stolen money?

And what happens
when the man you took it from

- comes looking for it, huh?
- Well, he won't, he can't.

Because the police
are gonna catch him,

they're gonna put him
in prison,

and he's gonna be
out of our hair!

Oh, that's your plan.
Pray the cops get him.

You're taking
the easy route again.

Same way you put us here!

Dad, I'm not praying anything.

Dad, listen,
I'll find him myself

and I'll hand him
to the authorities, OK?

I'll sort this.
Dad!

I will sort this!

Mom, I'm just going
to the library, OK?

La-la.

Uh, actually, Mom,
that was a lie.

I'm not going to the library.
I'm gonna go look for that boy.

- Oh, no, Rani.
- Mom, please.

Do you have feelings
for this boy?

I... I don't know.
Maybe.

You don't think I understand
how you feel, but I do.

- I don't think you do.
- I do, Rani.

I do. Just sit...
Sit down one moment.

I have to go.

Look, please,
just come sit down one minute.

Come. Sit.

When your father and I
were first married,

I got a job at a company
that imported clothes.

I used to do sketches back then.

I thought that maybe one day
I could be a fashion designer.

So I showed some of my drawings
to the man who ran the company,

and he said he loved them.

He encouraged me.

He said he wanted to make them.

So we worked on them together
in the evenings,

and he started
making overtures.

He said that he wanted me to
leave your father for him and...

I considered it.

You considered it?

Your father was struggling.

He was working all hours,
we barely saw each other.

But this other man,
he was so handsome

and wealthy and supportive.

What happened?

I turned him down,

and then I left the company
because...

I couldn't stand
to be around him every day.

So, you see,
I do understand how you feel.

Your attraction to this boy.

But if I hadn't made
the right choice

by staying with your father,
by honouring my obligations,

then you wouldn't be here.

Do you ever think about him?

You know, about... about
what your life might've been?

It doesn't matter
what might have been.

Only what is right.

Rani, I had a duty
to this family back then.

Just like you have a duty
to this family now.

Thank you for sharing that...
with me.

But... that was your choice.

It's not mine.

- You're not leaving this house!
- Mom!

- No, Rani, no! Stop it!
- Mom, please!

- Jerzy! Jerzy!
- What is going on here?

She's going to be
with that boy!

- No!
- What?

Mom! Please! This is important.
I have to go!

- You promised us!
- There's no time.

You have exams that you should
be studying for.

- Now you go to your room.
- No.

Do what your father says!
You go!

Go to your room now!

Fuck!

- How much longer do we wait?
- I have a 7pm curfew.

And I don't want to be down here
after dark.

Why? The people that live here
are working class, not vampires.

I'm just saying the police
are looking for him, too,

so we need to move quick
and we need to try and blend in.

Yo, homies.

Great, she should blend in
perfectly.

If we wind up at a bullfight.

Hi, darling.

Hi!

- Oh, yay, John came, too.
- What are you doing here?

Help you find the kid.

Oh, so, all of a sudden
you care about Christian.

He's here, isn't he?

His sort don't suddenly change.

My sort.

Why though?

Because...

Because you were right, Myrna.

Can't let the police
hunt him down like a rabid dog.

Where are you?
Everyone's here.

Under house arrest.

I need your help.

Hi.
Take a look at this.

Does it seem to you
like the driver of the van

and the masked man with the gun
have any connection?

Seems like the van
is just driving by.

Right. But assume for a moment
that there is a connection.

Is it conceivable

that the masked man
is gesturing to the driver?

What do you mean?

"Go, go, go.
Get out of here. Drive."

Come with me.

Got it.

OK, Rani has hit a snag.

She's messaged Christian to tell
him to meet us here if he can.

So, Frank, you stay here
just in case he turns up.

Should've brought
something to read.

Here.
Read that.

Now, everyone else, follow me.

Come on.
Chop, chop.

- Yes?
- My name is Myrna.

Would you like to end racism?

- How long will it take?
- Shouldn't take long.

In 1980, I founded
the Bristol Justice Collective,

and ever since
I've been fighting

for equality and respect
for people of colour.

Are you willing to join me

in driving a stake through
the beating heart of racism?

My husband tends to deal
with things like that.

Is your husband at home?

Jerzy!

There's a woman here
who wants to drive a stake

through the beating heart
of racism.

Whatever you're selling,
we're not interested.

You're not interested
in ending racism?

Eh, well, yes, obviously.

- Do you have children?
- One daughter.

They say money
can't buy happiness.

But what if I said
a £30-a-month donation

could buy your daughter
a happier future?

We don't need to buy
our daughter a happier future.

She's got a full scholarship
to Oxford University.

We'll have a think about it.

If someone says
they'll have a think about it,

it usually means
a) they're not interested

or b) they are interested,
but they're not sure.

Which is it?

- A.
- Bye-bye.

You want to know
something funny?

Mm-hmm.

I think today's my birthday.

- Oh, Es, I'm... I'm sorry.
- No, no, no, no.

What are you apologizing for?

All I ever wanted
for my sweet sixteenth

was tinned sweetcorn
and the smell of stagnant piss.

Sixteen.

I got no hold on you now.

You're free to leave.

Maybe tomorrow.

You know,

I'm gonna give this
Airbnb a very negative review.

We've stayed in worse.

And I won't rent to nurses.

They'll put five in a room,

and cos they're cleaning up
after other people all day,

they make no effort
when they get home.

Happy to live in their own shit,
nurses.

I mean, don't get me wrong,
they're saints,

God bless the NHS.

So, this is the place.

Can you feel the potential?

- It's a shithole.
- With potential.

Is this supposed to be
a kitchen?

That'll clean up.

Bit of elbow grease,
don't worry about that.

- There's no fridge.
- Yes, there is.

My bad.

There's no washing machine?
No cooker?

You've got everything you need
across the street.

Launderette, kebab shop,
bookies, vape store... Eh?

Another kebab shop.

See, this is
an up-and-coming area.

How much?

£585 per calendar month.

My brother can't afford that

if he's gonna keep me
in kebabs and vapes.

£585 for this place?
No, you gotta be kidding me.

Look, you've got no references,
no savings,

a bad credit score
and a very low income.

Could be worse,
he could be a nurse.

I don't have the money.

Well...
can you get it?

You like these? I got 'em
from a guy named Barney.

Only problem was,
the man has four fingers.

So, when he was handing
the box over, I was like,

it was a madhouse trying
to look at him, you know?

Can we have a word?

Say what you gotta say here,
big bird.

I need some Ps.

He's a brute!

I think I offered you a job
and you said no.

You think if you did that
to Lord Sugar,

he'd still make you
his apprentice?

- Circumstances have changed.
- Not mine.

Do you have a job for me or not?

Who the fuck do you think
you're talking to?

You think cos we went
to the same school

you don't have to
show me no fucking respect?

Fuck you!
Pussy-o!

- Look, I'm sorry.
- Alright.

Spider, look I'm sorry
for dissing you at the club.

Look, you know me.

You know I can be useful.

I think I want to see you beg.

- Come on, bro.
- Come on bro, what?

You gave up your shit
minute you came over here.

If you want my Ps,

get on your knees
and kiss my creps.

And I want to see
tongue-on-tongue.

You never hear him?

- Hurry up, then.

Ah, yes!

An old pipe?
You shouldn't have.

- No, I've got a plan.
- I'll come with you.

No, no.
You can't help me with this.

You wait here.
I won't be long.

Wait, wait.

Sorry.

I'll be back as soon as I can.
Alright?

Hi, uh, this is gonna seem
like a strange question,

but do you know this person?

Who's asking?

We're friends of his
from Community Service.

We thought his name
was Christian Taylor,

but we saw his file,

and Christian Taylor is you,
isn't it?

Look, OK,
I know you don't know us,

and we're not here
to cause any trouble,

but we just really
need to find...

I'm not sure what to call him.

- Ben.
- Ben, OK.

- Is Ben a friend of yours?
- Yeah, he's my best friend.

And he's been doing
your hours for you?

You can trust us, really.

My Dad needs care
around the clock.

Ben volunteered
to do my hours for me,

so I could look after him.

- Oh, my God, that is so sweet.
- Yeah.

Ben's a great guy.

- Well, you know that.
- Yeah.

What do you want with Bennie?

He's in trouble,
and it's my fault.

We just want to help him.

Do you have any idea
where we could find him?

I wish.
Been trying to find him myself.

Well, here's my number.

If you hear from him,
would you give me a call?

We just really need
to get hold of him.

Yeah, me too.

OK, thank you.

They say that money
can't buy happiness.

But did you know that
for a £30-a-month donation

you could be helping
to end racism?

Come on.

I'll just, uh...
I'll just leave this leaflet.

Christian?

Or Ben?

It's me, it's Rani.

OK.

- Start knocking on doors.
- Yeah.

Not that one.
We've done that one.

So, he's not there.

We're gonna need to split up
and ask around.

OK?

- No, sorry.
- OK.

Thank you.

- No. Sorry.
- Thanks.

- No. Sorry.
- OK.

- Thank you.
- Are you Lady Gabby?

No, no, I can't say
he looks familiar at all, no.

I was wondering if you've seen
this handsome young man?

Rude!

Sorry, sorry.

- Aw, cheers for that.
- Amazing, thank you.

Yeah, I know him.

He's a great lad. He looks after
his little sister.

But you don't know where he is?

Haven't seen him
for a few days now.

- Sorry.
- OK, thank you.

Thanks.

Hello.
Where's your men's room?

Toilet's for customers only.

Fine.
I'll have a Mai Tai.

What the fuck's a Mai Tai?

You have a pineapple?

Hello.

May I join you?

Get us a drink first.

Three Mai Tais!

I'm looking for...

Oh, yeah, he's a sweet boy.
Really polite.

Is he OK?

He's, uh...

I don't know.

He lives local.

And the question is
whether you've seen him or not?

- No, I haven't. I'm sorry.
- OK.

You...

There...
There's a laptop in there!

Alright.

Fun's over.
You're acting like children.

Anything?

Nope.

No.

- Nothing.
- Anything?

Greg!
How are you, mate?

I don't know who you are.
I've never met you before.

I'm Geoff. I work here.
I've not seen you for a while.

Yeah, you've never seen me.

I've never been here
or anywhere... just, be quiet.

I sold you that DVD,

"Indiana Bones
and the Temple of Poon".

No one buys DVDs, do they?

Cos it's a dead technology.
So, you're mistaken.

Hey, wait, do you remember that
porn star name game we played?

- What was Christian's?
- How is that relevant?

Your porn name is your first pet
and the street you grew up on.

Maybe someone there knows him.

No, Christian didn't have a pet.

Oh, wait,
but his neighbour did.

And it was...

Fluffy Lambsbottom.

- Fluffy Lambsbottom.
- Um...

Uh, that way.

♪ Don't you wish
your girlfriend was raw like me?

♪ Don't you wish your girlfriend
was fun like me?

♪ Don't ya?

♪ Don't ya? ♪

Inside now.
Move. Move.

- Remember me?
- I ain't got no money, man.

I don't want your money,
I want information.

The people who were here
before - who are they?

Just, uh...
just friends of mine.

You're chatting shit.
They were serving up in here.

- Who are they?
- Friends of mine from London.

I've known 'em for ages.
I swear.

Did you want to lose your life
for these friends of yours?

Who are they?

I didn't get no names.

- Who do they work for?
- I don't kn...

I said, who the fuck
do they work for?

They only refer to him
as the Dean.

But he don't leave London.

He pays a local crew
for protection.

What local crew?

Have you heard of Brook Hill?

Hello, sir.
My name's Diane Pemberley,

I'm from
Bristol Community Service.

Do you know this man?

Yeah, it's Aston from JLS.

Ah, no, I see your confusion.
I thought the s... same.

We're not interested
in ending racism...

Hello again, Mrs. Rekowski.

Why didn't you tell me

your daughter was doing
Community Payback?

It is not something
we are proud of.

Is Rani here?
I need to speak with her.

Rani?

Rani, the police are here.

They want to talk to you.

Rani!

Oh, God. Oh, God!

Voicemail.
Hello, Rani?

Uh, the police are here.

We're not angry with you,
but please can you call us?

OK, sweetheart, please call.

Where is she?

Mr. Rekowski, it wasn't you at
the drug house robbery, was it?

It was Rani.

You lied to me.

Yes.

If you know where Rani is,
you have to tell me.

- We don't know.
- This is serious.

If your daughter's involved with
this boy, she's in real danger.

Well, if I knew where she was,
I would tell you.

I know how we can find her.

Right at the bottom.

This guy.

- What's he done?
- He's just in trouble.

- Don't recognize him?
- No.

Thanks for your help.

Hello,
sorry to bother you.

- My name's John, um...
- No, no, no.

Oh, no, no, don't.

Because I'm with the Church
of Our Lady of Perpetual Help.

And we run a community
outreach program

for, uh... kids
with difficult backgrounds.

This young man came to us for
help and has since gone missing.

We are very concerned
for his whereabouts.

- Have you seen him?
- Yeah, I've seen him sometimes

coming and going
from a house up the street.

Oh, thank Christ.

Jesus Christ, thank Jesus Christ
our lord and saviour.

Which number?

Marky, that you?

- Who are you?
- We're looking for Ben.

You police?

No, we're friends of his.
Do you know him?

Gotta go,
I'm waiting for someone.

We're just gonna ask
a few questions.

Please.

Thank you.

What do you want?

We need to find Ben.
It's really important.

So, if you know
where he is...

- Please, I'm rattling.
- Or if you've seen him...

I got someone coming.
You've gotta go.

Marky? It's alright.
They're not the police.

Mark, they're not the police.
I swear it to you. I swear.

Here you go.

If you have any idea
where we can find him,

- that would help us.
- I, uh... can't help you.

Give me that!

- Where is he?
- I don't know! Give it to me!

Tell me where he is
and you can have this.

I don't know,
my son don't talk to me!

Please, give it to me.

- Just give it to her.
- Where is he?

His flat, probably.

Where would he go
if he couldn't go there?

- I don't know!
- Think!

The bond warehouse
with the graffiti.

Cumberland Basin.

Him and his sister used
to run away when they was kids.

I used to find them there.

- Please!
- For God's sake.

Thank you.
Sorry.

You're not gonna hurt my boy,
are you?

- No.
- You're not gonna hurt my son?

No.

He looks after me.

Looks after his sister.

He's a good boy.

- Yeah.
- I raised a good kid.

What chance do you have when
your mother's that ill, hey?

No chance.

- Hello?
- Greg-Nog.

Where are you?
Ploughman's have arrived.

Yeah, I'm running
a bit late, actually.

What is this about exactly?

About the fact that if you're
not here in the next half hour,

'I'll contact the
Solicitors Regulation Authority,

'and you'll never
practice law again.'

And then I'll eat
your pickled onion.

Souljah,
did you find the prick?

This is the prick.

- You got bare nerve.
- 'I got bare nerve?'

You set me up.

What are you chatting about?

'I know about the Dean.

'You made me steal his line
to keep for yourself,'

knowing you could blame me
for it when he clocked.

Yeah, fine, you're right.

But why did you have to take
his fucking money, too?

Why did you double-cross him?

Listen, I had no choice.

'He's running lines all over
the West that should be mine,

'and taxing me, too!'

Then there was Covid,
no furlough scheme for me.

And I've got to feed,
clothe and house

two brothers, one sister
and a mom who can't work

cos she's gotta take
full-time care of my dad.

I don't earn, they don't eat.

Just return
the fucking money, bruv.

Look, the money's gone.

Get it back, then!

'I can't get it back.'

Then I'm gonna hand you
to the Dean, bruv.

No, no, no... Look...

Look, just let me and Es
leave Bristol, alright?

Once we go,
we're out of your hair.

Alright?
You won't have to see us again.

'Not gonna happen, bruv.'

The Dean wants a body,
and it ain't gonna be mine.

'So, you can run
all you like,

'but I will find you.'

- Hey. No, no, it's OK.

You OK?

What you doing here?

We came to help.

- Who else is coming? Feds?
- No.

Why are you here?

Because I'm your friend.

Friends don't snitch
on each other.

You had a gun.
I was scared.

I'm sorry,
I didn't know what to do.

You could've trusted me!

What, like you trusted me,
Ben?

No, you didn't come here
to help.

Then why am I here?

For the same reason
you were shoplifting.

To piss off mom and dad.
To feel alive,

whatever
meaning-of-life bullshit

you're in the middle of.

Look around, Rani!

Some of us don't have
to fuck things up on purpose.

Life fucks things up
just fine on its own.

Go home.

You don't have to trust me,

but there are four strangers
in there with nothing to gain

who came here to help you.

So why don't you let them?

I've lost her.

What do you mean,
you've lost her?

She might've gone
into a building or underground.

Undergr...?
What, did she fall down a hole?

The only real evidence
against you is Rani saying

that she witnessed you
hiding the firearm.

Now, I would never
advocate perjury,

but if she proved to be
an unreliable witness,

that would help your case
enormously.

And, it's not like
the gun was fired.

What?

The gun was fired.

- I...
- I shot someone.

Oh, my God.

It was self-defence.

- Is the person...
- I don't know.

OK, you have
to hand yourself in.

Running makes you look guilty.

If you wait for the police
to catch up with you,

it will weaken your case.

And they will catch up with you.

We won't abandon you.
I promise.

Look, if you need help
with money,

I can always get you
a lawyer like Greg.

Or a competent one.

You'll have the support
of my group.

Look, I barely trust you lot.

You think I'm gonna trust
police or lawyers?

Look, I appreciate
you guys coming,

but I think
I'm going to take my chances.

Son, I understand
what you're saying.

I remember the 1970s.

The police were always
roughing up black people,

thinking they could arrest us
any which way they wanted.

One day, me and my mates
found this young black boy

lying in the road
covered in blood.

He said the police
had beaten him up.

So we carried him to the police
station, told 'em what happened,

and they told us to fuck off.

Called us black bitches,
niggers, coons.

Disgusting language.

I was young,
white hot with rage.

So I went and bought
some petrol,

stole some empty
milk bottles,

ripped up a silk scarf my mom
had given me to use as a wick.

And I went back
to that police station,

at night
when it was empty,

and I lit those petrol bombs,

and I set them
in front and back

and burned that place
to the ground.

I felt like a hero.

Like some sort of warrior
fighting for justice.

The next day, in the paper,

it said the police station
wasn't empty.

PC Colin Denison,

twenty-eight years old,

died in that fire.

Why are you telling me this?

Because take it from me,

if you don't face up to the
consequences of your actions,

the guilt won't go away.

Thirty, forty years' time
it'll still be there,

growing inside you
like a tumour.

- Ha!
- Ah!

- Oh, boy!
- Sorry, are you alright?

Oh!

Oh, that's probably gonna be
a black eye.

- And I've got a date tomorrow.
- You've got a date?

Why is that shocking?

- You! You are in big trouble.
- Who's this?

- Don't matter.
- It does matter!

I'm your worst nightmare!

Hello, sweetie, you alright?
I'm Diane. Nice to meet you.

How did you meet this date?

My mom fixed us up.

And he's an absolute stud,
apparently.

How did you know
where to find us?

Doesn't matter.

It was you, wasn't it?

It was fucking you!

Look, you're
in major trouble, matey.

All of you are.
For aiding and abetting.

And you have royally screwed
yourself, missy!

- Shh-shh.
- Don't tell me to shush!

Shut up, man.

Do you believe him?

I am your superior, actually.

Everyone get to the minibus now.

No, no, you don't get
to give the orders.

I give the orders
if anyone gives the order...

Go! Run!

OK, alright, you heard him.

Go, everyone.
That is an order from me!

That way.

Get in, come on!

I got you!

Drive! Drive!

Go faster!

Thank you.

Her signal is back,
but she is moving very fast.

- What is going on?
- I don't know.

Fuck!

Fuck!

- Oh! Thank God!
- You're OK.

Hi.
You alright?

Listen, it's best
if you come quietly.

- I know you shot someone.
- No, he didn't. I did.

Es!

- Look, she's lying.
- No, I'm not.

- Take me to the police.
- Diane, look, ignore her.

OK, she's just a kid.

I can't let him take the blame
for something I did.

Listen to me,
I have nothing to lose. You do.

This is my fault.

You're smart.

Ask Rani.

You've got a bright future.

I won't let you ruin that.

Look, they already think
it's me.

- I can't do this to you.
- It's going to be OK.

I promise you.

♪ Don't you wish your girlfriend
was hot like me ♪

There you are.

What happened to you guys?
I was worried.

Alright, everyone face down
on the ground!

OK.

I said get
on the fucking ground!

Alright, alright.

Face down, no one look at me
or I will cut you!

That's my phone.
Can I answer it?

No.

It's just
it's this bloke from work,

- and he'll kill me if I don't.
- Yeah?

What do you think I'll do?

I'll let it go to voicemail.

You two, up.

London don't need Es.

It's gonna be OK, yeah?

Come on.

- Move.
- Son...

I don't know what circumstances
in your life

have led to this moment, but...

no one in here has any right
to judge you.

We're all here because we made
a lot of bad decisions.

But I am telling you right now

that the only way this ends

is with him staying
and you walking out that door.

Move!

Oh, my God!

We need to get our story
straight for the police.

Stay here.

Rani!

Hey, it's OK.

It's OK.

While carrying out my duties as
a Community Payback supervisor,

I found a CZ75
semi-automatic pistol.

Someone who looked
like this...

Christian or Ben,
whatever his name is,

stuck a gun in my face.

You told me you'd never seen
Benjamin Eastfield

outside of Community Service.

Would you like to change
that statement?

No.

What about now?

I saw them together
at this boat party,

and they were laughing,
dancing, flirting.

It was very intimate.

When pressed, Rani Rekowski
told me she saw the pistol

being handled
by Christian Taylor.

Real name Ben something.

- I made that up.
- Why would you do that?

- To get back at him.
- Get back at him why?

She told me
that she told Christian... Ben,

that she has feelings for him,

but he didn't have
the same feelings for her.

I mean, and if I'm honest,

I think he has
a bit of a thing for me.

So you lied to Diane
about seeing him with the gun?

As revenge?

I was really jealous.
And upset.

Women are so emotional.

Well, you know that.

Is the man
who was shot dead?

No.
He's awake and doing OK.

- Did he identify the shooter?
- Won't tell us anything.

That's because
snitches get stitches.

You might want
to write that down.

Was this the man that
threatened you with the gun?

Uh...

Listen, all I know is

black kids are nine times
more likely

to be stopped by the police
than white kids.

So what does that tell you?

Did you know
that John is being sued

for aggravated
racial assault?

I mean,
the man's a monster!

You have no fingerprints
on the gun.

And your only witnesses
are a jilted lover

and a confirmed racist?

Are you really gonna
charge my client?

If the gun wasn't yours,
then why run?

Why not go to the police?

Do you want to answer that
or should I?

We've been out
looking for the imposter,

Christian
whose real name is Ben,

but we didn't know his name was
Ben until we found Christian.

Christian said
he was friends with Ben,

the person
we thought was Christian,

but Christian was an imposter,
too,

pretending to be friends
with Christian, meaning Ben,

to use us to find Ben,

who we thought was Christian.

Is that helpful?

Get out.

Thank you.

Diane, as one member
of law enforcement to another,

how do I prove
this man fired this gun?

Ma'am, as I see it,
you can't prove a thing.

You want to be a police officer.
If you were in my shoes,

would you just let him
walk away, Scott free?

No ma'am. I'd want
to see him punished.

How would you do that?

One hundred hours
of Community Payback.

♪ Don't you know
that's the sound of the men

♪ They're working
on the chain gang

♪ Woah, lord,
the sound of the men

♪ They're working
on the chain gang

♪ All day long,
they're singing... ♪

I'm gonna need
a bit more cooperation, love.

♪ Don't you know
the sound of the men

♪ They're working
on the chain gang

♪ Can't you hear them,
they're out there working

♪ They're working
on the chain gang

♪ All day long,
they work so hard

♪ Till the sun
is going down... ♪

Diane,
look at this rat I found.

Any vermin under ten kilos
are yours.

Bag it and bin it.

No, it a, a graffiti rat.

Council said paint over
any graffiti, so crack on.

It's awfully good.

Less debating, more painting.

♪ That's the sound of the men

♪ They're working
on the chain gang

♪ Woah, lord,
that's the sound of the men

♪ Working on the chain gang... ♪

I knew who it was from page one.

Nothing gets past me.

♪ That's the sound of the men

♪ Working on the chain gang

♪ Every day,
that's the sound of them

♪ They're working
on the chain gang

♪ This is what they're saying

♪ I'm going home
one of these days

♪ I'm going home, yes, I am

♪ See my woman,
the girl I love ♪