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- The code word.
- Sweetheart.

All right, babe.

So where have you been all day?
Where have you been?!

What do you mean?
I thought you trust me.

No, I don't.

Ah, ahh...

You are so cute.

OK. So let's keep
it going. Hands!

Nice, nice.

- Let me see.
- Fuck off.

Eh, come on.

- Who is it?
- I said fuck off!

We need to talk.

Stay here.

Where the fuck are you going?

- All right, mate.
- All right.

You're a bad girl
to say "Hey, Ricky."

Yeah, very nice.

Ah, that's it.

Babe?

Help!

- Deeva.
- I'm caught.

I'm in the middle of a meeting.
Can you just...

I'm sorry, it's Vipon.
The police have arrested him.

They say he shot a boy.

They smashed down the door.

I don't want a junior partner.

Every solicitor
in the company is the best
in their field.

I prefer Mr. Kahn.

It's not that simple.

Is he there now?

He's in a meeting.

Tell him it's about last night's
shooting in Southwood Park.

Hey. You say that to anyone and
your life ain't worth anythin'.

You're a bad girl
to say, "Hey, Ricky."

Patrick Channing,
the new Home Secretary

was out on the streets
of East London today to
reassure

community leaders that the gang
responsible for the recent
spate of shootings would be

dealt with severely in advance
of the 2012 preparations.

The Home Secretary also visited
the pregnant woman who was shot
in Southwick Market last week.

Do many white boys get
neglected for this long?

Why, do I talk to the duty,
solicitor?

And which sensitive soul
did you have connecting
with him at 4:00 a.m.?

- I couldn't contact
his parents.
- It's �cause they're dead.

- Witnesses?
- Three.

As well as
the nightclub cameras.

Of the shooting?

No. But they will show
your client with a gun.

Which I'm guessing
you don't possess.

Guess you shouldn't have
to go to these lengths
to see your sister.

Do you want to tell me
what happened?

How is he?

Not good.

What happened, Vip?

Any witnesses?

Which is why
you need to talk.

I haven't got anything
conclusive; they don't even
have a weapon.

And no one's saying
you pulled the trigger.

Vip.

Hey. Hey!

Hey, what's the matter with you?

I don't want you
seeing me like this.

Scene of Crime
have found the gun, Mr. Khan.

Your client's fingerprints
all over it.

Deeva, glad you're here.

I'll get the bag.

Tell her I'm not hungry.

I can't promise.
You know what she's like.

Too late.

I'm so sorry
I missed your birthday.

Ah, Deeva.
Back from school already?

- How is he?
- He's OK, considering.

Did he say what has happened?

- No.
- Deeva?

- Have you done your homework?
- Bedtime. I'll go run her bath.

She's already forgot
a policeman held a gun
at her head this morning.

Sorry to have troubled you.

Ah, shh. He's my brother.
How else would you
deal with this on your own?

- We did our best.
- I know.

Please stay now.

I'll sleep in Vip's room.

It's only for a couple
of nights. I'm in the middle
of a show.

Yeah, I like your car!

Where the fuck
d'you think you're goin'
dressed like that?

Hollywood?

At least it's not fake...
bullshit.

She got the wit, though.

Deeva.

So it's been a long time.

You're doin' nicely in Paris.

Who says? Just like
to get out of this shit hole.

Your brother, man.

Is this where he hung out?

Yeah. This is like
his second home.

So what do you
know about this mess?

- No more than anyone else.
- Yeah, right.

It's as you'd expect.

It's revenge shootin'
or a drug deal gone wrong.

It's money, of course.

And get this,
the girl, exactly.

- There's no way he did this.
- Deeva, listen to me.

Kids nowadays will shoot you
just for lookin' at �em.

But Vip?

That's all on
the minibus, boss.

All right, mate.
You got my next share?

- Yeah.
- Give me two seconds.

I got to go.

- This is clearly
the role model.

It's time to give back,
d'you know what I mean?

I'll call you tomorrow, yeah?

Yeah.

The streets of Southwick Park

are quiet today as the local
community comes to terms...

Calm down!

Just send me through the pics
of the girls and I'll tell you.

Shh!

Peter Fitch, who was
critically injured
in an incident involving

a firearm outside the
Ultraviolet Nightclub died at
five past one this afternoon.

We wish his family
our sincere condolences.

A youth in custody has now
been charged with murder.

Latest speculation is that the
shooting was gang related.

His poor family.

This poor family.
Bringing up such a child.

There's no
real proof it was Vip.

As long as people understand
he's not from my side.

God be with you.

It's the sister comin'.

They're not wanted.

I hope your brother can
sleep with his eyes open.

What's that supposed to mean?

- You disrespect my son!
- An eye for an eye, bitch!

Elizabeth! Elizabeth!

Darren!
C'mon, she's all right.
She means no offense.

I promise you, she's OK.
She come to see me today.
She was upset.

- Yeah, for her brother?
- No.

No, she's disgusted with him.

Elizabeth, please.

Look, you're just going to have
to trust me on this.

- Keep her away.
- Get the fuck away.

S'all right,
people are emotional.

Ask Vip.

You tell him Tony's thinkin'
about him, will ya?

Your little brother's
gonna get it!

- Nice one, Harold. Cheers.
- Cheers.

Cappuccino. No sugar.

Good memory.

Was Vip friends with Tony?

Yeah.

Yeah, they all sorta hung out,
y'know?

- Tony and Pete.
- He had a best mate.

Tony tells everybody he's
descended from the Sicilian
Mafiosi.

Is he?

Well, his dad probably
drove an ice cream van.

He died when he was three
and mom brought him to England.

Has Vip become a gangster?

No.

No, I'd rather
dance around this rubble.

So... what are you gonna do?

I told my uncle I'd stay here
until the remand hearing

and then I've got
to go back to Paris.

OK.

I'll let you know if anything
genuine turns up.

Something tells me
my auntie's hit the coffee.

Yeah.

Listen, just promise me
you'll stay out of trouble,
yeah?

Ricky, been hiding from me.

Hey, Deeva, lookin' fit, girl.

Let's get cozy.

Plenty of soda at nights
to pay for all this.

Brother does all right.

What's her name?

It's Tessa or something.

I'm lookin' after her
for a friend.

Oh, so listen.

I'm gonna visit
my man soon as, all right.

I've just been
runnin' about town.

Doing what?

You're supposed to be
keeping an eye on Vip.

Oh, what. And you think
successful promoters
even get time to sleep?

- You put the night on?
- Yeah.

That boy they got from...
in the palm of his hand.

So what happened?

Another brother
went and got shot.

By Vip?

You lost track of your prot�g�e.

Look. A brother's got to mingle.

You know, I prefer to chill on
my sofa on the back stairs.

It's just better acoustics.

All right.

The last time that
I saw Vip was here on the decks.

Go on.

Just when I was thinking
about a spicy chicken sandwich,
bang, bang, bang.

What did you see?

I saw nothing.

The window was stuck.

Did you see Vip?

C'mon, I told you.

You didn't see anything?

He's been charged with murder.

Yeah.
I wish I could help, Dee.

He's your cousin, Ricky.

You see?

That's business, girl.

That's business.

Sorry, Dee.

I'll see you soon, girl.

How do you feel about your
brother being in custody for
murder?

- Is it true the gun
was found in the playground?
- Absolutely not.

It was in deep undergrowth
and anyway, my client still
claims total innocence.

Was this shooting gang
retribution?

- No comment.
- We heard it was
a drug deal gone wrong.

This is the
second shootin' in Southwick
within a week.

- Have we got a gang war?
- Stay here.

You probably know
more about it than I do.

Deeva.

- Deeva, Jude Clark,
Southwick...
- It's not the best time.

- Can I have a minute?
- We need to get home.

Did you know Pete Fitch
was arrested earlier
on the day he was killed?

That pregnant woman
was caught in the crossfire
of a gang shoot out.

Hardly the shining example
they portray.

- That he was released
without charge.
- Maybe he didn't do it.

No, a witness ID'd his tattoo.

So?

So, I thought it might be
interesting to hear your
brother's take on it.

Why would he have a take?

Well, Ramon's might be
a blessing in disguise.

Yeah, I'm sure
it's a walk in the park.

Peter hardly did him any favors.

Residents
of Southwick Park held
a vigil last night

outside the nightclub where
Peter Fitch was murdered.

We spoke to his mother,
Elizabeth, at the scene.

He just signed up
to go to college.

He was a wonderful son.

Oh, I stood by his family,
his friends.

Whoever did this,
hanging's not good enough.

Demonstrators
were out in force...

Fuck off.

I know you're hurting.

- Tony.
- I've got things on my mind.

- Babe...
- I said leave me here!

Fuck you, you fuckin' prick.

I'm sick of this.

Elizabeth looked rough.

Eat some breakfast.

I didn't think you'd want any.

You disrespect my son!

I saw nothing,
the window was stuck.

A brother's got to mingle.

You know, I prefer to chill on
my sofa on the back stairs,

it's just better acoustics.

All right, all right, all right.

What's a pretty little thing
like you lookin' to hide, eh?

- It's more what I need to find.
- And how can I help?

We're investigating
the shooting in the alley.

Kids, hey?

- D'you want to come in?
- Yes, thanks.

Told you.

The whole three went down.

- The cables were cut.
- When?

About quarter past.

What time was the shooting?

Just after.
What are those?

Doors, fans, the yard.

That's the one in the alley.

- What was that?
- What?

They just... there.

- See it?
- The train.

Watch.

There.

The cheeky fuck. Do you see him?
Running from my yard.

Yeah, well,
he's gotta get out somewhere.

There.

Can you get in closer?

Didn't we do well, eh?

Can I get one of those?

Mmm-hm.

Thank you.

- Can you see a face?
- Well, it's covered but it's definitely someone there.

- Amalesh?
- Yeah, it could be something.

- Can you get it to...
- What, now?

Yeah. Then I'll chase it up
as soon as I'm done here.

It shows someone in the alley
at the time Pete Fitch was shot.

Go.

- In the alley?
- Cutting through
the storage yard.

- It could be a witness.
- It could be the killer.

I'll take either.

Don't forget your brother was
still running around with a gun.

Not to disparage
your detective work, of course.

I'm keeping out of trouble.

- You're going to hate me.
- Try me.

Vip's gun's been used
in another shooting.

It's not Vip's gun.

Just listen.
A pregnant woman got
shot in the High Street.

And worse, they're saying
the shooter was Asian

with a Twenty8K tattoo.

Deeva...
I'm so sorry.

Do you want me
to speak to the warden?

It's not school.

Do you want
the good news or the bad?

The good...

The camera shows
somebody in the alley.

Who?

Big coat, goggles.

- I didn't see him.
- So who did you see?

Speak to me.

What's the bad?

On top of your
murder charge,

you're being dunned for that
shooting in the High Street.

- Bullshit!
- Your gun shot
a pregnant woman.

That's bollocks!

- Anyway, the baby was OK.
- OK?

Show me.

A witness saw you.

That shootin's
nothing to do with me.

Twenty8K was protecting
the territory.

Vip!

An innocent mother got shot,
her baby could've died.

It wasn't me!
I was gettin' my tattoo done.
You could check it out.

- What, and so Pete's murder is?
- No!

OK, that's fine, Vip.

I'm going to go back to Paris,
I've got a show in three weeks.

I've got Amalesh
to come and visit, OK?

I went looking for Ricky.

I want you paying for the gig.

I saw Tony standing over Pete
holding a gun.

Get rid of it.

Go then!

I started running.

I threw the gun in the bushes.

How could you be so stupid?

You don't argue with Tony.

You're going
to have to tell them.

Now who's being stupid?

Why did you shoot him?

Rumor is that Pete grassing
about the High Street shooting.

Show me your arm.

Our witness saw that.

Except it was you
that shot the woman.

Nearly lost her baby tonight.

You were that away from murder.

You're looking at
an eight for this.

Possibly less
if you grass up your mate.

So that's why he walked;
he gave up Tony.

It's why I can't talk.

Anyway, it's only
my word against his.

Well, not if we find
the person in the alley.

I want you to do me a favor.

I want to see someone.

Will he convince you to talk?

She.

Tell her I'm okay,
check she's okay.

You cheeky bitch.

I'm sorry about Pete.

�Course you are.

By this time next year I should
have enough money to settle
somewhere out west.

I'm sure I can
put some custom your way.

Struggle to breathe around here.

Everyone thinks they know stuff.

People are saying Vip shot Pete
because he fancied you.

Exactly.

You know he didn't do it.

- Vip's been set up.
- How?

Pete walked out
of the police station
only hours before he was shot.

Now why would that be?

He didn't say anything to you,
his girlfriend?

Why they let him go?

- He stitched me up.
- You?

Hey, Sally.
You all right?

Hi, Paige.

Bagged up, man.

I said I bagged that shit up.

When will I learn,
it test his basic hygiene.
You get me?

If it's more than a pat,
you wear a hat.

Ah, good girl. Who's my
grassing little bitch?

Mind your paws.

Good girl, let's go.

Hi, this is Clint. I'm not
here, you know what to do.

Yeah, you better
check your source.

Vip was getting Twenty8K
permanently scarred
into his flesh

at the time that woman was shot.

- All right.
- Hey, baby.

Lookin' hot to trot, girl.

- How are you?
- Good.

I'm all right, thanks.
I need to chat.

- Yeah, right.
- I'm serious.

Does Tony know you here?

He won't care.
His head's gone.

- I've noticed.
- Everyone's head's gone.

Sally's making friends
with Vip's sister.

Really? Wow.

- I would like to see that.
- Ah, she's your cousin, Ricky.

I'm serious.

She's droppin' hints
that Tony copped Pete.

He won't Vip, Andrea.

Well, I saw him run past me
with the gun that can go,
he's fucked.

I'm sorry �bout this.

You're a bad girl to say,
"Hey, Ricky.

Why that?

That's cute,
but keep watchin'.

Ah, that's it.

Get rid of it.

Go then!

You'd better delete
that as soon as.

Yeah, I thought
I'd keep as insurance.

Tony's gettin' jumpy as fuck.

Come on, darling, it's
seven minutes of this stuff.

I'll tell you what,
you're lucky it didn't
corrupt any police files.

Lucky?! I saw it play!

- It's corrupted.
- It showed somebody on there.

Well, the images are unusable.

So ballistics show
the same gun was used in
the High Street shooting.

We're adding that to your
brothers charge sheet.

Guns get passed around, you're
gonna need more than that.

We got a witness says the
shooter of the pregnant woman
was Asian.

Oh, come on, two weeks in...
you'd pass for Asian.

With a Twenty8k tattoo.

It's already done.

It's not just a bit suspicious?

Face it. You have just
taken a body blow.

"You?"

Do I detect someone's
enthusiasm on the wane?

Sometimes fighting on
makes you look a bit a fool.

He's my brother.

Well, if you got deep pockets,
great, let's go.

Vip was in a tattoo parlor for
four hours while that shooting
was taking place. Fact.

Yeah, OK, I'll get a statement,
but take my advice:

Cut your losses.

The East
London Development corporation
today announced plans

for what promises to be the
biggest retail and leisure
complex in Europe,

to be located in
Southwood Park, Riverside.

Council leader, Bill Lyons,
welcome the proposals,

saying it would bring much
needed jobs into the area.

Oh, the usual.
Plus some extra...
I'm throwing in.

Sweet.
Because I'm expecting maximum respect from that one, yeah?

Yeah, right.

I'll raise you another 50.

Really, big man?

And I'll see you.

What have you got?

Even if they were all 50s,
that looks light.

Yeah, I've just lost a soldier.

Yeah. And I'm really sorry about
that. It ain't my problem.

Streets just got
a lot more dangerous.

I'm simply passing on
my cost prof.

- Don't fuck about Tony.
- If you don't like it,
I'll go to your source.

Cut out the middle man.

- All right.
- There we go.

You're way out of your league.

You know that, yeah?

Remember, Ricky,
it was Pete who liked you.

Fucking prick.

We take all the E.
He sits back and collects.

Better watch his fucking back.

- What the fuck was that?
- What, boss?

Shh, shh...

...I'll be home
soon in a minute.

Don't worry what I'm doing.

- Nah, what?
- Upstairs.

Where the fuck are you?!

I'm gonna kill you!

We're coming for you!

Hey, you fucking...!

- You see anything?
- Nah, boss.

Must've went down the ladder.

Get off my back.

I didn't shoot Pete.

Boys!
All clear!

Back to business.

Fuck.

That's a... nightclub shooting.

Had an uncanny effect on my
planning committee members.

They're all scrambling over
themselves to be seen as the
saviors of the...

Well, you're doing the right
thing then pushing thought the
vote on this development.

In your offshore account
by Friday.

Your friends
must be very pleased.

With the nightclub and the
youth center out of the way.

Extremely happy.

Well, murders have
a nasty habit of interfering
with license renewals.

Little sweetener on top.

She's very cute.

She doesn't complain.

I hope she's stronger
than the last one.

What we gonna do, Vip?

I don't know, Sal.

Your sister came to work
asking questions.

- What have you told her?
- Nothing.

I just want her to treat you OK.

Is my money safe?

- I don't know, Sal.
- What do you mean?

The Feds searched my room.

Took a load of stuff.

Fuck.

Francesca called.

She wants me back on the job.

- What should I do?
- If you have to,
I'm OK with that.

Try and keep that down, Sal.

It's me.
The tea dodger.

We could've been good together,
me and you.

- That footage...
- You know, I got a week's
notice because of you.

I'm so sorry, I...

- This is important,
can we take another look?
- We?

Well, I tell you what.
Even if we wanted to,
which we don't, we couldn't.

Or not with you?

Well, the police came
and they took the hard drive.

And you, you stole the backup.

- The police?
- The police, yeah,
it must've been important.

"Police?"

Women.

Wow, you look gay.

No more chocolate wrappers
and no shit.

� Only the finest kobe beef

That'll pay for any red spilled.

This looks a bit short.

Yeah, there's a little
cash flow problem.

I'll make it up next time.

There won't be a next time.

Another three key
coming in Friday, zone D.

Yes, sir.

Any news on Pete?

Yeah, he's still dead.

You have got
the right kid, yeah?

And what has that
got to do with you?

Nothing, mate.

Tiny Tony's
getting a bit lively.

- But you know
what you're doing, right?
- That's right.

Little scumbag had it coming.

As will you
if you don't keep that out.

Go on... Let's go, let's go.

I can't believe
you have him around.

I've got to get
attention somewhere.

And free gear.

And did you?

He showed me
something on his phone.

One of his
little collections, like you?

No, seriously.

A clip from the nightclub.

It was Tony who shot Pete.

Must have grassed him
when he got put in.

No, Andrea.

He dropped me in it.

That's what all this is about.

What do you mean?

Gotta look out for myself now.

Sally!

I thought you stopped all that.

- So did I.
- And so?

So how much is my set up
in town going to cost?

And what's wrong
with setting up around here?

And gag on B.O. while I
spray tan local slags all day.

I don't think so.

Place your bets, gentlemen.

Card.

Card.

Card.

card.

Not your usual night.

Aren't I the lucky one?

Oh, I need a girl for Lyons.

No, chance.

I owe him.

You said never again.

Won't you be gentle?

He put the last one
in the hospital.

No one treats
my girls like that.

Give him Sally.

- She's booked.
- Unbook her.

It's not that easy.

You get Sally.

Patrick Channing, the new Home
Secretary and local MP for
Southwood,

had this to say earlier today.

This government is not prepared
to stand by whilst the lives

of young people are tragically
and senselessly cut short.

Clint O'Connor called.

We'd rather he
didn't ring the house.

He was a bad influence on Vipon.

- By keeping off the street.
- That place is trouble.

- It's a youth club.
- He got a tattoo.

Like millions of people.

Not decent people.

Well, that tattoo might
just keep him out of jail.

I'm not surprised
he ended up where he is.

He should've spent more time
with his cousin Ricky.

He's a good boy.

And that explains
the plasma screen.

It has been very hard.

If you hadn't left us.

Well, did you ever wonder why.

Sally.

Sally!

Would you stop messing about?

Oh, my God.

There was a car!
There was a car!

There was a black car.

I can't believe it,
it just happened so quick.

I don't know.
She's dead. She looks dead.

We're a long way from...
glamor.

You've done your research.

The police destroyed evidence
that could've helped Vip.

They're setting him up.

Stone.
What was it?

Video of someone else
in the alley.

Welcome back
to Southwood.

Twenty8K control
the drug trade around here.

Even I worked out the pattern.

The local estates are flooded
with high-quality, low-priced
coke on a regular basis.

Then they got...
coming in from all over London,
while the police...

...leave 'em alone.

So, why get involved this time?

Somebody innocent got shot.

Changes the rules.

The local politicians are
desperate to clean up the area

in advance of the Olympics.

The buckets passed down
to Stone and they need a body.

Pete Fitch gets arrested.

And then let go.

Well, letting Pete out

only makes sense
if Stone had something to gain.

A series of development
proposals have been noted
through by the local councel.

All selected by the East London
Development Corporation.

None of which seem to show
any real benefit to the
so-called local community.

My guess, someone's bribing
the planning committee.

My guess is you think not Stone.

Well, it's just a theory but...

Well, Stone has some very
powerful friends.

What's this got to do
with clearing my brother?

Did Vip see
the man in the alley?

- Nope, just Tony.
- Wait, Tony Marchetto?

Mmm-hmm.

It sounds like Pete
was killed by his own gang.

Why is Stone so keen
to see Vip go down for it?

That I don't know.

You fancy a manicure?

What?

Pete's girlfriend knows more.

She'll tell us while she's
getting your nails as pretty
as mine.

- You haven't heard.
- What?

Hit-and-run apparently.

That's for Pete!

The ELDC is working in
partnership with local councels

and private sector investors
to secure the future prosperity

of East London.

Brown field sites,
such as this,
will shortly be rejuvenated

by an ambitious scheme of
retail and housing projects,

creating much needed jobs
for local people.

Millions of pounds worth of
funding was also being secured
by the ELDC

for local infrastructure
projects,

such as transhipment centers
and even airport facilities.

The ELDC
has also been working

on a range of ambitious
community developments,

to ensure that local people
don't miss out

on the exciting legacy that
will be Southwood Riverside.

The creation of high-quality...
neighborhoods

that encompass and enrich
existing communities,

has long been an established
priority for the ELDC.

Hi, this is Clint.
I'm not in,
you know what to do.

Clint, where the hell are you?
We need to meet.

I think I'm
on to something, call me.

Where is he, where's my brother?

I'm sorry, madam.
I've got some bad news.

They said this was for Pete.

I'll make sure they keep you on
here until you get a transfer.

Vip...

I'm sorry.

Sally's dead.

- They say it was a hit-and-run.
- No chance.

I found the money.

In the mattress.

What have you got yourself into?

- I didn't shoot that woman.
- I know you didn't.

But what's the money?

Who for?

- He should rest now.
- Who for, Vip? Twenty8K?

- For Sally.
- That's enough.

- Is he OK?
- He will be.
He's lost a lot of blood.

But you need to go, now.

- Who is it?
- No one.

- Do that for me, babe.
- Fuckin' hell, you.

Ricky.

Oh, for fucks sake.

Who is it?

- [knocking}
- Ricky!

All right, take the fucking key
in the bathroom.

Ricky!

I was just in the toilet.

Fuck me, you want a beer, right?

He's been stabbed, Ricky. He's
on a monitor in the hospital.

Why did you lie to me
about the window?

- Oh, fuck, I must've forgot.
- Oh, don't take the piss!

What did you see!?

Are you scared of him
like everyone else?

- Oh, please.
- But you know who I'm talking
about.

- No.
- Bullshit.

Right now,
you're his only chance.

Mmm.

Oh, for fucks sake, Ricky,

what were you doing
giving Tony all those drugs
in that shit hole?

Now you be very fucking careful
about what you're saying.

- You're in this
together aren't you?
- No.

What is it your idea
to set up Vip, or was it just
a happy coincidence?

Fuckin... You have got it
all wrong, Dee.

I trusted you.

Ricky, you're gonna
have to tell her.

Mmm.

- Accident?
- Hit-and-run.

- Did you see it?
- ...I think.
Came out of nowhere.

- Did you see the driver?
- Not really.

He was wearing a big coat,

with some sort of goggles
in the hood.

Thanks.

I wonder if you could help.

The girl in the accident.

Did she have a roommate?

I can't give
the names of our guests.

If I give you the name, can you
tell me if they weren't a guest?

Sally Weaver?

Thank you.

We're in the office today.

You can be my secretary then.

Can't wait 'til we get inside.

I warned her about him.

Of course,
Sally was in a right state.

Don't worry,
we'll find the driver.

Now get that off
and come to bed.

You ready to do business?

I told you not to fuck...

And I told you,
no Pete, no more favors.

How's it favors,
you fucking idiot?

That's where we start.

You don't know
what you're messing with.

Oh, I see.

- You're not answering my calls.
- Leave it.

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

You just lost your best mate.

Isn't that right, Tony?

Yeah.

Fucking prick, let's go.

You're a dead man...

You be careful, baby.

Fuck him.

Mrs. Weaver,
it's Vipon's sister.

She was closer to your brother
than Pete Fitch.

How were they together?

- Sally and Pete?
- Not great.

Always arguing.

He wasn't the right one for her.

Did Sally have any enemies?

My daughter
got on with everyone.

Mrs. Weaver, I don't think
Sally's death was an accident.

Well, she had been
on edge a lot.

The police said she got...
didn't help.

They thought she killed Pete?

No, this was before.

When before?

That afternoon,
before Pete was shot.

She got mad at me
for letting them in.

Said they ought to have
a warrant.

David, look behind that
porcelain, will you?

Well, well.
What have we got here?

Pink. Suits you.

Your mom know what you
get up to at nights, huh?

Did they say
what they were looking for?

- Drugs.
- And was there?

No.

- They just took her laptop.
- And what was on it?

She looked so pretty.

She was so peaceful,
just lying there.

Excuse me.

What are you doing?

Hey!
Security!

Got some new anti-aging creams.

A coffee will do.

Come though.

She was raped before she died.

Hard to plead rape
when you're an escort.

Out of the hotel?

Mainly.

Did Pete know what she did?

Kinky.

They'd stopped
seeing each other.

Do you know who she is?

Tony's mum.

Put her on a pedestal
even though we all know
what she does.

Two-faced bitch even asked me
to work for her once.

- While Vip takes the shit.
- I'm sorry.

Did Sally tell you why the
police searched her room?

All I know
is she was doing some...

...pretty high-class tricks
for Francesca at the hotel.

I introduced them when
she was desperate for money.

In you come.

Jerk chicken's in the oven.

It's not bad
on a youth worker's salary.

I wish.

I'm just house-sitting
this for someone.

- Would you like to own it?
- Yeah.

So... would you like a drink?

Yes, please.

Thanks.

Who's your police source?

DCI Stone, he's called.

He's setting Vip up.

That's a serious allegation,
Deeva.

What do you know about him?

What do I know?
He's... just facts.

He's a career copper. Misses,
two kids, that sort of thing.

He's sleeping with Tony's mum.

Rather convenient for her
gangster son and somewhat
unfortunate for my brother.

You sure about this, yeah?

I saw them go into a hotel room
with his hand on her ass.

I've got photos to prove it.

If this is the case...
Vip is in serious
fucking trouble.

I don't know what to do, Clint.

Hey.

Hey, Dee, Dee, come on.
Come here.

Come on, slow down.

It's gonna be all right,
I promise.

You're taking a piss!

Shit.

It's OK!

You're not gonna die,
it's all under control.

Chicken's saved.

All right, so peas
are a goner though.

You OK?

Someone was waiting
outside the hotel for Sally
after she was raped.

I think there's
a connection to Pete's death.

- Whoa, slow down.
- Same person
who was in the alley,

was in the black Mondeo
that killed Sally.

A black Mondeo?

OK.

- Well have you got any proof?
- Not yet.

- But I soon will.
- What about dinner?

It's either one of the other.

Place your bets, ladies
and gentlemen. Place your bets.

There she is.

Hello.

This way please, gents.

- Enjoy yourselves.
- Thank you.

Hi, ladies.

Hi.

Could you please leave
your chips on the tables and
make your way to the exit?

This is not a drill.
Please leave by the nearest fire exit.

Straight to the front,
thank you, ladies.

Just up front here.

Come on, girls. You need
to get straight back to work.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, it's all right, darling.
Just a bit of bondage.

I'm not gonna agree to that.
I don't offer that.

Don't worry about the money.
It's sorted.

You need to
calm down now.

Don't you
tell me what to do...

- ...fucking, come on!

Tell me, now!
Fucking tell me!

They've got me!

Fucking tell me!

You stop messing about.

No!

Jesus Christ.

- Now that's some metal.
- Shit.

It's mad!

Sig Sauer 226.

Special Forces favorite.

- Come on, boss. Hit the target.
- I'll try that one.

Glock 18.

That's my woman.

I'll get the fucking
bottle this time.

Hey!

- I'll take it.
- Good choice.

You look wrecked.

I couldn't sleep.

I watched Sally
being raped on tape.

Why didn't you tell me
she was a hooker?
Everyone else seems to know.

- I told her to stop.
- Stop what, Vip?
She's been murdered.

Blackmail.
Is that the money in your bed?

So she got somebody important on
video, they found out and wanted
it back.

Pete convinced her
to film her clients.

I rigged up a camera in her bag.

Go on.

I hated those fat fuckers.
Always using her.

But if she was doing it anyway,
why not make them really pay?

- We got ten grand off a
company chairman.
- Ten grand?

Well, she's dead now, Vip.
Did Tony know?

Did Tony want in?
Is that why he killed Pete?

It all changed one night.

Sally was picked up at a hotel.

Taken to some
big house somewhere.

Full of all these
business types.

Good evening, madam.

This way, through here.

She was introduced
to this posh geezer.

He took them to the bedroom.

Got them on tape.

We didn't know who it was at
first, until Pete recognized him
on TV.

Some politician.

What was his name?

- Channing or something.
- Patrick Channing?!

Do you know who he is?

Like I said, some big shot.

He's just been made
Home Secretary.

What's that?

So, the police went
and got the video.

Did you get a copy?

Got anything.

Yeah.

A third member of our little
blackmail gang has surfaced.

And he's hiding a copy
of the Channing footage.

Shit.

Wind your window down,
please, madam.

So what do you think?

She knows.

Time to give
our friend the order.

Are you one of those who
progress to giving professional
aide at car crashes?

That's not funny.

Neither is stealing
medical records.

Do you not think
I've got better things to do?

Is this naivety really a front?

So, what,
we'll put in a complaint?

I'd really appreciate it.

I'll drive you to your car.

Oh, come in, darling.

You knew.

- I didn't.
- Who else?

I had no idea.

I let you run your little slags
and you take the fucking piss!

It was a shock to me.

Sanctioning their little games!

I swear! Please believe me.

Do you realize how much shit
that little tart has gotten me
into?

What do you mean?

Police came.
They took everything.

We tried to call you.

Leave it.

- Leave it. Leave it, babe.
- Hang on.

What?

- Get up.
- What?

What?

We're gonna fucking kill you!

What are you doing?

You're dead!

What the fuck!

- Time to pay your tax.
- Last chance...

We warned you, bloke.

You're out of your league.

I've got automatic
promotion, mate.

Oh, that's bitches for you,
isn't it?

It's all there, boss.

- Money.
- It's all in there.

Don't show off.

Tony, stop it!

Just like Pete.

Not really, no.

The cushion!

- What?
- The fucking red one!

Fuck!

Now, that's business.

- Let's go.
- You made a big mistake, man.

- Fuck off.
- We don't play fucking games.

Ricky!

Ricky, hold it!

All right, all right.

What's all the excitement
about, hey?

You'll see in a minute,
where's your computer?

Go in there.

Password.

No.

It's probably alpha-numeric.

OK. Twenty8K.

There we go.

All right, there's one file.

OK.

That's gonna take fucking ages.

We had some unfinished business,
didn't we?

Hey.

Clint, stop, let's just
see what this is first.

So what were you expecting?
Hmm?

Evidence.

Something that might
get Vip off.

Should get the champagne
ready then, should I?

Listen, why don't you stay over.
You'd be a lot safer here.

- It's probably not cold enough,
but it will do.

You OK?

...the suspense is killing you.

It's almost ready now.

Patrick, this is Sally.
Sweet girl.

- Sally.
- Hi, Patrick.

- Lovely to meet you.
- Jesus.

Just along here, Sally.

My heels in this carpet...

...tells me you give good head.

I'll bet you do.

You are a very special girl.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Are you all right?

Wait, just a second.

Deeva.

I won't be a minute.

Fuck it!

Deeva!

You OK?

Deeva?

Deeva!

What are you doing?

You gonna tell me
what's going on? Deeva!

Deeva, listen.

Turn the engine off
and tell me what you're doing.

Deeva, it's not what you think,
all right. Fucking hell!

Well, the files
are completely erased, sir.

Now finish it properly unless
you wanna end up back inside.

Gonna send that to someone?

Yeah.

Fuck him.

You're a bad girl
to say, "Hey, Ricky."

What the fuck, Ricky?

Yep, what have you got?

Her phone's back up
and she's on the move.

Hey.

- All right?
- Yeah.

Come on, then.

Very, very nice.

[gunshots

Get rid of it.

Go, then.

- Welcome home, Vip.
- It's much bigger than that.

Yeah, I know,
but it'll do for now.

That'll be Tony.
I sent it to him.

- Can I wait outside?
- Trust me on this.

Yeah, he's in.

And he's got a gun on him.

Our friend has arrived.

What's going on?

Suddenly things ain't
looking too good, mate.

You were right,
you didn't shoot Pete.

And...

Just a pity you were happy
for Vip to take the blame.

It's not my fault
he waved a gun about.

It is you waved it
on this camera though.

Mandatory life.

I got what it takes
to get Pete outside.

What's going on?

What are you doing here?

Whoa...

You fucking grassed.

Do it, Tony.

- Who's grassed?
- How'd you get out?

Look, it's got nothing
to do with you.

Fucking step up, Tony!

You deal with your fucking talk.

I didn't think
he'd wave it at everyone.

A happy ending
for our brave orphans, hey.

If Vip gets out, Tony,
somebody's going down.

Don't listen to him.

A jury's gonna love
that video, aren't they? Hey?

Elizabeth Fitch's only son
gunned down by his treacherous
best mate.

Yes!

Let's see you step up, Tony.

No fucking hesitations
this time.

- He's playing you, son.
- What? What?!

- We're trying to help you.
- Fucking stay there, bro.

- What's going on there?
- You know Pete wasn't a grass.

Think about it. What he was
trying to tell you.

Don't you make me show you
again, Tony, I fucking mean it.

Clint was told to kill him.

He used you.

So why did they let him out?

What you got for us Pete?

I know where there's a vid
of your new top man,

Patrick Channing,
shagging a teenaged brass.

Not interested.

You will be when you see it.

It's fucking
bollocks, Tony!

Now you fucking step up, lad.

Fucking step up
to what, you prick?

- Come on!
- Go! Go, go!

Open the car!

Clear!

Secure the area. Take up your
position. Don't do anything
until you hear word from me, OK?

It's a pretty tense situation
so I don't want anybody doing
anything until my say so.

We'll say it was self-defense.

Don't give 'em
an excuse to kill you.

They won't with you in the way.

They're still inside.

I'm going in alone.
You know what to do.

We're going to take our position
on the roof, opposite.

We have a moving target
and orders to shoot on site.

Yes, sir.

Stay with me. OK?

Stay with us.

- Which way they go?
- Fire escape.

Show the medics the way up.

Ahh! Fuck!

Walk away from a life sentence,
this is the best you can do.

- She's got nothing.
- She better not have.

Thinking with your dick again.

You'd know.

They're on the roof.
I'm on my way up.

You'd be doing me a favor.

Just pretend
it's that pregnant woman.

You shot her, didn't you, Tony?

Stand by.

Do you ever wonder why
you weren't dragged in for that?

Don't.

How is your mum?

- My mum?
- Don't listen to him.

Bit of bruising?

- I didn't mean to hurt her.
- What's he talking about?

She's all right
with her gear on, for her age.

- Fuck you.
- Fuck her.

Like I did last week,
bent her over your bed.

Picture of your little
high-tide papa.

Saw your steads in the drawer.

She screams
a lot when she comes.

Noisy, bitch.

- I've got something.
- Of course, you have.

My silence if Vip walks.

Standing by, sir.

- Come on, it's all right.
- Still standing by.

Come on. It's all right.

It's all right.

It's OK.

I just wanna see
that bastard go down for
murdering my son.

We all do.

- They're all there.
- And these are all the girls?

- Yeah.
- OK.

That's Candy, Joy and Cherry.

I mean, I can't believe
I trusted this man.

Take your time.

Tell me about
his connection with Sally.

It makes me feel sick.

Long as you need.

Stone insisted on
Lyons having Sally

He had a history of putting
my girls in the hospital.

Well, I know him.
What's he got to do with it?

We're still looking
for evidence to implicate him.

Earlier today, Detective
Chief Inspector Edward Stone

was arrested in connection with
a teenage prostitution ring.

The senior police source said
that the ongoing investigation

wasn't ruling out a possible
connection to a recent gang
shooting outside a nightclub.

We will do everything in our
power to stamp out police
corruption in our communities.

This government will not rest
until all those responsible are
brought to book.

Hold it, hold it.

In my leadership, I can
guarantee that the streets

of Southwood Park will be a safe
and welcoming environment

for this magnificent
sporting event.