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"We Still Kill the Old Way (2014)" ^ (Run time 01:34:18)

["I FEEL GOOD [ALL OVER]"
BY BETTYE LAVETTE PLAYING]

♪ Hello ♪

♪ I feel good inside ♪

♪ I wanna dance
Wanna swing and sway ♪

♪ 'Cause I feel so fine ♪

♪ I wanna do the Monkey Time ♪

♪ I feel good all over ♪

♪ Do I go with the Swim ♪

♪ Do you go with the
Jerk I feel good all over ♪

♪ Ever since you said
That you love me ♪

♪ I got a thing inside
Can't control my feet ♪

♪ This love that's in my
heart Just won't be still ♪

♪ It makes me wanna show
my soul I wanna rock and reel ♪

♪ Show me to the floor
I'm feeling good all over ♪

♪ Anything that you do ♪

♪ I wanna do too
I feel good all over ♪

♪ I feel good ♪

♪ I feel so good ♪

♪ There's a love
I just can't hide ♪

♪ It comes from within
And it shows outside ♪

♪ Proof enough
That this love is real ♪

♪ When you come into my mind
I just can't be still ♪

♪ This love light of mine
I'm gonna let it shine ♪

♪ I want everyone to know
'Cause I'm gonna show it ♪

♪ I feel good all over ♪

♪ I feel so good ♪

♪ I feel so good, good ♪

♪ I feel good, good... ♪

Little pig.

Little pig!

Let me come in, mate.

Yeah, mate,
fucking trash this place!

This is nasty, man.

What the fuck are you doing?

Yo, Aaron!
Aaron, this way!

JP, Maz, grab her, bruv.

What the fuck has it
got to do with you, huh?

-I don't want any--
-Shut up!

You're fucking ugly, man.

You're lucky 'cause I would've
bent you over this railing

and give you another bastard
mouth to feed, you get me?

Did you see anything here?

No, no, no, you didn't
see nothing then, huh?

Right, then we'll see about
that then, shall we, yeah?

No!
No!

Would you clock my
face if you see me again?

Answer my fucking question!

I didn't see anyone!

Are you going already?

Can't we have a little
cuddle or something?

Cuddle? Fuck that.
I've got shit to do.

Oh, really?

What about us?

Are you dumb?
There is no us!
You're a sket. That's it.

And put some fucking makeup on, man.
You look like a dog.

I'm sorry, is this
some sort of joke?

What about all the
time you spent with me?

Oh, my days, you
don't get it, do you?

Just trying to get you into bed,
Lauren, which was a waste of time.

You're a fucking
shit fuck anyway.

What are you doing?

Evidence, innit?

What do you mean?

All my boys think you're frigid.
You ain't now.

Get out!

Hello.
Is Charlie there?

Really?
Oh, good.

Well, if he comes in,
tell him Richie called will you?

No, I'm--

I'll call back in a couple
of hours anyway, okay?

Okay, good.
Bye.

Oi, she got well
dirty towards the end.

Yeah, man.

Oh yeah, let me stick it
in her bum and everything.

I'm telling you,
bruv, I'm telling you.

Yeah.
Okay.

Nice. Oi, bruv,
you should see this place.

What are you doing?

Listen, I gotta go.
I'll catch you later.

I said get out.

Who's this?

This your sister?

It's my mum.

Man, she's fit!

Maybe you should invite
her to the party next time.

-Can you just fucking leave?
-Now, be nice.

Or I'll be nasty.

-Shit Aaron, you took your time.
-Yeah, well, I ain't like you.

I don't see a pair of
tits and come instantly.

What do you mean, man?
I don't do that, bruv.

Come on.

As ever, exactly when
you said you'd arrive.

As ever I always
stand by my word,

and, as ever,
you're not ready.

Always keep a man waiting,
that's what I was taught.

So did you just talk?

Fuck you wanna know
what me and the bitch did for?

Just, she...

Ah, you wanna fuck her, innit?
Waste of time, bruv.

No, no.
Look, I like her--

No, no, it's all right.
We'll sort something out.

If you're with Lauren now,
bro, that's cool.

I ain't fucking with her, man,
she's just a bit on the side, you get me?

It'd be fucking funny
to see you bang, still.

I tell you what,
I'll text her now, innit.

I'm home!

Hi, Mum!

He's my brother, Carmen.
He's not f--
He's not royalty.

You asked me to arrange
a party for his birthday,

and this is how we do things.

- Only the best in España.
- Well thanks, Carmen.

It sounds amazing. It
also sounds expensive.

Very, very expensive.

I know how important
Charlie is to you,

so it has to be amazing.

-Yeah.
-Plus if it wasn't amazing,

then I wouldn't be able to
charge as much money, would I?

Oi!

Who fancies a bang tonight?

-Is this about Lauren?
-Slag needs teaching.

So, you really don't want her?

Sharing is caring, cuz.

Why? You scared of
man seeing your little dick?

Hey, give me
one of those, man.

You should give him a call,

make sure he's sober
enough to get on the plane.

Carmen, he's not
a complete drunk.

He wasn't even in
our local when I called.

I'll tell you what.

I'll call the Dover Castle,
and if he's not there,

I'll buy you dinner.

Oh, well,
since I'm your client,

I rather thought you was
buying me dinner anyway.

Uh hmm.

He's one of the best
safe breakers in the business.

I mean, he was the
bounce, you know, top dog.

Hello, Dover Castle,
how can I help?

He's here, but he's
just started the trouser anecdote.

- Hold on.
- Mr. Archer?

-Mr. Archer?
-...round her fuckin' ankles...

-Mr. Archer?
-Fuck. Come on.

Okay, hang on a bit.
I'll tell you in a bit.

-Yeah, hello?
-Mr. Archer,

please hold for your brother.

-Charlie!
-Hey, Richie!

Darling, how are you?
It's terrific to hear from you!

Hey, what are you doing? You getting
someone to dial the number for you?

What, your little
fingers gone to sleep?

Is it too much activity on
the right hand?

So you was just passing
by the pub, were you?

Everything's changed now,
there's no longer a pub,

it's a fucking
upmarket fucking bistro.

You're lucky if you
get a fucking drink.

Couple waiters say,
"Thisis the specialty of the house,

it's a pigeon breast fritters
with beetroot chutney..."

Goose liver.
Oh, you know how they do that?

They shove a pipe down a--
It's fucking throat

and shove a lot of food--
force a lot of food down it,

you know, like they do when
they force feed you in prison,

and then eventually
its poor liver explodes.

And that's what they
call haute cuisine!

I'm really missing you, Charlie.
I'm looking forward to seeing you.

Yeah, me too, bruv.

Oh, good.
Well, go home, get your head down.

You're not as young
as you used to be.

Richie, you bastard,
neither are you.

-And don't miss your plane!
-Over my dead body. Bye.

Ah, that was terrific.

Oh, here we go.
Here comes trouble.

That was my brother.

He wants me to go home.

Oh, he's
telling you what to do.

Well, my, how times
have changed, eh?

Oh, yeah, yeah,
they have, princess,

and let me tell you this,
not always for the better.

So, um, how is he,
your... your brother?

Yeah, he's all right. You know,
he's still wearing little miniskirts.

No, I'm joking.

He's good.
He's terrific. Lovely geez'.

Do you know, I haven't seen him for...
what is it?

- I think it's, uh, 30 years.
- Oh.

And back in the day, I used
to have a proper thing for him,

-when he was younger.
-Oi!

Oh, come on, Charlie.

I'll tell you, you're
too old for me, darling.

Oh, come on,
you're still gorgeous,

-you still got it.
-Yeah, yeah. I'll tell you what,

I'll give you his number.

You know, I think, um...

I think I'd be too
scared to call him.

Too scared?
Okay, that's fine.

Well, uh... come
home with me then.

Hmm. Darling, it's been so long,
I wouldn't even know
what to do with it.

Well, I'll give you
a couple of lessons.

You all right?
You're looking nice!

No, wait, wait. Come with me.
I wanna show you something.

Come.

I got a little surprise for you.

What's going on?

I thought I'd introduce
you to my boys.

Properly.

Therefore we're gonna be
seeing you later, sweetheart.

Okay, I gotta be off
home like a good boy.

All right, all the best.

Goodbye, princess.

- Bye, love.
- Bye, love.

Yeah, you too.
Behave yourself.

Keep off the little boys, will ya?

All right,
ta-ta, love.

Wait till you're invited, eh?

Come on, Dean, time to
bust your first nut, bruv.

I'm not too sure.

What do you mean
you're not too sure?

Pull her skirt down
and fuck that bitch!

Oi!
All you!

What the fuck do
you think you're doing?

Duck out, granddad.
This's got shit to do with you.

- Fuck! This bitch bit me!
- Hey.

- Oh, fuck!
- Hey! Hey! Hey!

I really...

I really...

- wouldn't do that again.
- Fuck off, old man.

I'm telling you all now.

The next ponce
who tells me to fuck off,

I'll take your fucking jaw off.

Fuck off.

Hope you liked that, did you?
Eh? You enjoy it?

It'll be a bit of a tickle.

You fucked up.

-No, you fucked up.
-I don't think so.

You don't think so.
Okay, come on.

Come on, you and me.

Don't work like that
anymore, old man.

Oh, you steaming
heap of dogshit!

You're too fucking cowardly
to do a one-to-one, you ponce!

I hate that sound.

- Sound like a rat pissing.
- Shut up!

You fuckin' hold
this for me, man.

You wanted one-on-one, yeah?

About time...

you-- you got
your-- your hands...

- dirty.
- Shut the fuck up!

Yeah! Fucking want some, huh?
You fucking cunt!
Cunt!

Yeah? Fucking what's
up now, you cunt?

Huh?
Huh?

What are you
fucking saying, bruv?

What are you
fucking sayin', yeah?

Yeah?
What the fuck, yeah?

Dickhead!

Go on, you little fucker.

You how me some
respect, do you hear?

Oh, take your fucking hood off!

- Shut up, you slag!
- Oh, grow up!

Oh, my--

Oh...
Oh...

And how did you
know the deceased?

Well, same way everyone
in the neighborhood know--

knew him.

And how's that?

Well, how did everyone know him?

You don't know Charlie
or Richie Archer?

Oh, you're one of those coppers, are you?
Work part-time then?

No, I'm-- Well, no.
I'm a detective constable.

Oh, well, I'd drop the "detective"
if I was you,

and the "able."

You know the Kray Twins?
The Richardsons?

The Krays, yeah,
of course I do.

I saw a movie about them where
the brothers weren't even twins.

He was just like them.

This was Charlie and
Richie's manor, right?

Okay, I get it. So they run
the place, took a slice of it.

-Literally, in some cases.
-I really wouldn't mock,

D.I. Taylor,

because at least then we
could walk down the street

and we wouldn't be
harassed, or even worse.

These days we do our best.

Oh, right, of course,
the budget cuts.

Yeah, yeah, I know all about that,
but I can't even remember

the last time I saw a copper walking
the beat at night for God knows how long.

-Mrs. Davies--
-Ms. Davies, actually, which,

if you had read my statement,
which is right in front of you,

you'd have seen
that, wouldn't you,

Detective Constable?

You were saying Charlie
Archer was murdered,

and it seemed you're
about to suggest something.

Did you see the murderer?

No, I didn't see the murder,
but I know it's the E2 gang.

The E2 gang?
What makes you say that?

It was bloody obvious, wasn't it?

I mean, they was all coming out
of the alleyway as I was going in

and, well, you know,
I recognized most of them.

They're... Oh, they're just
like cockroaches, that lot.

They're just scurrying around.
They're just--

-They need to be destroyed.
-Ms. Davies,

it would be best
if you didn't say that.

Well, why?
They--

I mean, they're trying to
destroy us, aren't they?

Our community,
our way of life, and--

What?
You want to protect them, do you?

We need evidence
before we can do anything.

Oh, I see.
Of course, evidence.

God, did you find any evidence
at Charlie's murder scene?

Did you find any, uh,
ooh, fingerprints or CCTV?

Or... oh, any leads
whatsoever at all?

Did you see anyone causing
Charlie Archer any harm?

-Did you see anyone murder him?
-No, I didn't see anyone murder him,

but I just know it
was the E2 gang,

you know?
I just-- Oh, you lot!

Back in the day,
this sort of thing

would never even
have been allowed to--

Well, we don't live back
in the day, Ms. Davies.

But I will follow up
in your assumption

that the E2 gang are
involved in some way,

-and question them.
-Oh, I feel so confident now.

Well, can I go home?

Of course.
Thank you for your time.

Oh, no, no.
Thank you.

I really hope you
stick to your word...

because a very, very
good man died tonight.

Interview with Ms. Lizzy Davies
ends at 2:37 a.m.

Technically
not a good guy

as he committed
arson, theft, and murder.

Yes, hello?

Uh, Mr. Archer?

This had better not be one
of them bloody sales calls.

No.
No, this is, um...

this is Lizzy Davies.

Uh, well, you won't
remember me but--

Lizzy Davies.
Uh...

237 Torrance Street.

Long brown hair.

Lovely blue eyes.

Slim, well, a bit on the
skinny side, actually.

Well, um,
you remember me.

-Yeah, I remember everybody.
-Oh.

Hello?

Mr. Archer...

Call me Richie.
How did you get my number?

Well, you see,
I've got bad--

Well, no, it's not bad.
It's terrible news actually.

Yeah, I've not heard
from you in 30 years,

and when I do
it's, "I've got terrible news."

I don't like the sound of that.

-Hello, Lizzy, are you there?
-Yeah.

You know, I get
the feeling you're a bit upset

or a bit scared, or both.

Yeah, well, don't be scared.

I've... I've not been that
person you remember for...

many, many years.

Trust me.
I'm a man of my word.

Do you know we all
know that about you?

It's well, it's one of the things
I really liked about you, actually.

All right, so, Lizzy Davies,
why are you calling me

in the middle of the
night after all these years?

You sure about this, Guv?

Ms. Davies said she
saw the E2 gang in the vicinity.

That's some of the E2 gang.

-And as for him...
-What about him?

You'll find out.

Look, I know we're following
a line of inquiry, it's just that...

these kids ain't murderers.

They're all mouth
and no bollocks.

You got a better idea?

House to house might
throw up something.

Yeah, right.

What was he doing
down that alley?

-It's not on his route home.
-He was an old boy.

Maybe he stopped off to have a
piss and someone jumped him.

But why?
He still had his wallet on him.

Have they traced
his brother yet?

Spanish police are on it.

That's a meeting
I'm not looking forward to.

Come on,
let's rattle some cages.

Well, well.
You're a Fed.

Have we met before?

You come looking for me?

We just wanna have a
little word, if that's okay.

What if it's not?

I see what you mean about
this MILF thing, y'know.

We can just as easily
do this down the nick,

but I know how you like to
keep your name off the record.

Hey, bruv, make sure you
catch this on camera, yeah?

You know what these dickhead feds
are like for fucking up innocent people.

This is bait,
what the fuck d'you want?

I know why you
don't have a record.

Hey, listen.
I ain't a snitch no more.
Fuck that.

I'm done with that shit.

Well, just so we're clear,

I don't approve of what
happened with my predecessor.

About his big promotion?
You're jealous, yeah?

Yeah, getting promoted
for overlooking your crimes

isn't what I call good policing.

Well, you lot banged
up some pretty big fish,

so the way that I see it,
everyone's happy, you get me?

Apart from your victims.

Hey, that's all behind me now.
I was gassed up back then.

Don't fucking look
at me like that, man.

Ain't a day goes by I don't
regret working for you pricks.

Talk to me like that again and
I'll knock you into next week,

and I don't give a
fuck who's filming.

Where were you at around
10:00 p.m. last night?

-I can't remember where.
-Try harder.

I was with my boys
watching a film.

Really?
What movie?

-I dunno. Just some film, innit?
-Where?

DK's yard.

Someone fitting your description

was seen in the streets
near the Dover Castle pub.

Like I said, I was with
my boys all night, innit?

Yeah? We were hoping
you were gonna say that,

because a witness
gave a good description

-of some of your mates too.
-Well, that's bullshit man.

An old man was attacked.

It's a rough area.

He died, Aaron, so whoever
did it is going down for murder.

Which means whoever did
it won't get a second chance,

-no opportunity to turn grass.
-Again.

Are we done?

-Well look, if I hear anything--
-Like a good citizen.

-I'll be seeing you, Aaron.
-Can't wait, darling.

Little prick.

We should just search them all now.
I'd bet we'd find some weed.

It's not
worth the paperwork.

Let's walk the crime
scene one last time.

What's happened?

The old man is dead.

- What?
- Shit.

Good.
Serves him right, innit?

She said someone see us.

Oh, man.
She's fishing.

Unless the old woman grassed.

Nah, she won't say nothing.
She knows better.

We didn't see no one else there.

But there was
someone else there.

All right, come.
We duck out, bruv.

Come on, let's go.

Hello, Roy.

Good to see you again.

Good to see you too, mate.

I'm sorry.

What a shit hole.
He didn't deserve this.

Do you mind?
I still live around here.

Sorry, this is closed.

It's open now, innit?

Leave him.

And next time, have more
conviction about what you say.

I didn't believe you.

So if we assume--
Excuse me, sir.
This is a crime scene.

Outta my way, son.
Wanna talk to the organ grinder.

Eh?

-This where it happened then?
-Mr. Archer?

Oh, good!
At least you got some detective skills.

-I looked up your mug shots.
-Ah, as I say,

it's good to know that
you're doing something

to find out who
killed my brother.

Detective Inspector Taylor.

-This is my investigation.
-Oh.

I'm very sorry
about your brother.

Thank you.

-So what could you tell me?
-Not a lot.

We still don't know why
he ended up in the alley,

-let alone who--
-Who killed him?

Well, it's early in
the investigation.

Well, nice to have
met you, Inspector.

-Mr. Archer?
-Yeah?

I know your reputation,

and I know that we will have

inevitably certain
divisions between us.

But let me be very clear.

If you interfere in my
investigation in any way,

I will have you picked
up and put inside.

That old saying, "I wouldn't
wanna meet him down a dark alley,"

I see what the
fuss is about now.

Lauren, are you okay?

Am I okay?
Fuck you, Dean.

-You were going to rape me?
-No, I wasn't.

I didn't know Aaron
was gonna do that.

I didn't realize you and Aaron--

It was a mistake.

He's coming here right now. He
thinks you're gonna tell the police.

-Well, maybe I should.
-If you do that, he'll kill you.

Like that old man.

Please, Lauren, I don't
want you to get hurt.

Oh, fuck!
He's coming!

Lauren?

Lauren!

I know you're in there.

Don't be fucking
ignoring me now.

My boys are a bit disappointed

that you left so
early the other night.

Yeah, I was telling them how
good you are at being a dirty little...

...sket!

Now, listen to me, yeah?

And you fucking
listen to me good.

My boys,
they're my family, yeah?

And they're like my fucking
hungry pack of wolves,

you fucking get me?

And you?

You're just a
dirty little pig sket.

So if you don't keep your
dirty little mouth shut...

Guess what.

I'll huff, and I'll puff...

and I'll burn this
fucking house down,

while you and your
bitch mama sleeping!

Oh, God.

Hello, Lizzy.

Now, this E2 gang,
we are nothing to them.

They've got no respect for us,

because nobody
stands up to them.

I mean, the bloody coppers,
they're clueless or they're shit scared.

Yeah, I've
got that impression too.

I mean, it was different when...

- What? In my day?
- Well, yes,

you know, at least you
could walk down the street.

I tell you, if I my
old man was--

I just wish I could do
something to help, you know?

Poor old Charlie, you know?

Oh...

-He was a nice fella, despite...
-Despite being a villain?

Well, yeah.

Listen, um,

it might be an idea

not to let the police
know that I've been here.

Okay.

Might complicate things a bit.

Who'd have thought you'd
be in my house?

I just wish you was 40
years younger, that's all.

Yeah, well, so do I.

It's not what I meant to say.
What I meant to say was, uh...

I would feel a lot
safer if you was back.

We all would.

I'm so sorry for not
stopping what happened.

It's not like you could
have stopped all of them.

You say that, but...

an old man did.

- Get up!
- Listen to him, bruv!

- - Such a prick.
- Bang him!

Fucking,
fucking shut up!

My nephew, um,
found it this morning.

It was on a dark site.

It's... Well, it doesn't show up
in your normal search engine.

I have no idea
what she just said.

It's not like I'm an
expert or anything.

I just sort of muddle through.

Does your nephew
know any of these kids?

I have no idea, but I recognize them.
I'd swear by it.

Do you want me to
print out a screen grab?

What?

You zoom in on the faces
and then you can print it out.

Well, we could give
it to the police too.

No. No, we keep this
to ourselves, right?

When somebody crosses me,
I prefer to deal with it myself.

Now, if you could just get
me those screen doodahs,

those faces, if you
could do that for me.

Here, look at this.

I looked at some
of the other videos

this user posted,
and I found this.

Oh, my God, that poor girl.

This is the same place
where Charlie was killed.

You know, I think I know her.

Pretty sure I know
where she works too.

Hiya.
Can I help?

I hope so.
I need some information.

- About what?
- The alley off Tenth Street.

- I-- I don't understand.
- Oh, I think you do.

I'm sorry, but...

I think you've got
the wrong person.

Now don't play games
with me, sweetheart.

Is everything all right, Lauren?

Yeah, thank you, yes.
We're fine, aren't we, Lauren?

Who are you?

- You're not a policeman.
- No.

No.

But I do want some answers.

The man who died
protecting you was my brother.

Lauren?

Yeah?
Yeah, I'm okay.

Look, I can't talk here.

I'm so sorry about your brother.

-There was nothing I could do.
-I know.

Look, I don't care why you haven't
said anything to anybody about all this.

I just want some
names, that's all.

Now, did you know any of them?

Oh, you did?
Give me the names.

I didn't know any of them.

-I was just attacked.
-No. I wish I believed you.

If anyone of them
found out that I--

Their names.

I was with Aaron,

-who I thought was my boyfriend.
-Aaron?

Well, Aaron who?
Aaron what?
What's his surname?

I don't know.

You don't know
your own boyfriend's surname?

-What's happened to this place?
-I was just trying to fit in.

-I thought he really liked me.
-Well, how involved was he?

He's the ringleader.

Nothing happens
without him saying so.

All right.

-Anybody else you recognize?
-Yeah. I think his name's Maz.

He went to my school.

-But you're not gonna--
-Not a word to anyone.

Please be careful.

There's so many of them.

Yeah, I've always believed
in quality not quantity.

Now you should get back to work.

-Mister?
-Yeah?

He was a good man, your brother.

-He saved me.
-Yes, he did.

And you know what
he'd say if he was here?

He'd say, "Lauren, stop
wasting your time hanging about

with a bunch of vicious little arseholes,
pardon my French."

Life's too short, sweetheart.
It really is.

Looks like we might
have some help.

Now, I appreciate the gesture,

but I don't want anybody
else getting involved,

'cause this is gonna
end up bloody.

What?

What?

He doesn't want our help!

Only you, Arthur Bennett,

only you would dare
make a fucking joke

during my brother's funeral.

Well, you know me, Richie.

I'm either having a laugh
or I'm fucking furious.

And we thought you've found a
happy balance in your old age.

Less of the fucking "old"!

Relax, fellas.
I'm just joking.

Nice to you see again, Arthur,
and you, Butch.

How's things, eh?

Been a bit boring since
you left town last century.

I got a feeling things
might be changing.

So, uh...
what's the score, Richie?

Well, from what I've
seen on the video,

there's about six of them.

And they're nasty little piglets.

And I would really, really

like to hear them squealing
for their mums before the end.

That sounds like fun.
I'll dig my blades out.

Where can we find
these little bast--

Butch,

it's not as simple as that.

This lot are part of a firm,
and there could be loads of 'em.

Yeah, and they got
youth on their side.

So we gotta box clever, haven't we?

Now, today is for Charlie.

But tomorrow
we are going to war.

Also for Charlie.

The fuck you doing, bruv?
That ain't for me.

Yo, Kel!

Sell it.
Don't smoke it.

Fuck off then.

Aaron, someone's
asking questions about you.

-What? That bitch fed?
-Nah, some old guy.

I don't think he's fed.

Maz just seen him talking
to Lauren about a dead guy.

Sounds like some dickheads need to
be taught how to keep their mouth shut.

Thank you.

-Madame.
-Oh, thank you, darling.

Not many gents
left in the world now.

I know. Sometimes I think
I'm fighting a losing battle.

What?

They were good old days, though,
weren't they?

This lot here know
nothing about romance.

Full of piss and wind,
the lot of them!

- Give us a pint, Butch.
- There you go.

-Liver?
-Well spotted.

Well, I've cut enough
of them out in my time.

I should know.

Sorry.
Private party.

- I'm looking for--
- Detective Inspector!

-Sorry to interrupt.
-But you did anyway.

We don't have any
contact details for you,

so we knew you'd
be here, obviously.

Obviously.

Can we have a word in private?

Well, come over here.

So how's your
investigation going?

We're still doing
house to house,

but it's a closed
shop around here.

Oh, some things
don't change then.

Mr. Archer, I do want to
find the person responsible.

-Good. So do I.
-That's my job, not yours.

-But I do understand your loss.
-I wonder if you do.

Well, I do.
You just have to take my word for it.

What do you know about loss?

I'm a widow who's trying
to balance being a mother

with a full time,
pretty stressful job,

and it would really, really
make my life a lot tougher

if you were thinking of going
on some vigilante rampage.

I'm not a vigilante.

I respect your family matters,
and I am sorry for your loss,

but I'm sure you understand
why I want you back in Spain

-as soon as possible.
-I am not a vigilante.

Is this a good idea?
I mean, here?

What's wrong with it? Charlie loved
it around here when we was little.

And when he was older,
if you know what I mean.

Well, let's just say,

he ain't the first person we've
dumped in the water here.

Isn't this where we lodged
that shooter after we killed--

-what's his name?
-MacVey.

Wish I could dig the fucker up
so I could shoot him again.

Good to see you, gents.

Here's to the good times.

And the bad ones.

If only old Mother
Thames could talk, eh?

It's not the Thames, Arthur.
It's a fucking canal.

Anyway it's the perfect place.

Be seeing you, bruv.

Right.
Let's go to work.

Oh.

Hello, Jack. Long time no see.

Hello, Richie.

Heard about Charlie.

Bad business.

Yeah, I don't like what you've
done with the place, Jack.

Fucking kids nowadays.
No respect.

They can't just nick stuff.

They have to fucking
destroy everything as well.

That's why I'm here.
I need your help.

Forget it, mate.

-Those days are long gone.
-Hey, I thought so too, Jack

but yet here we are again, eh?

So what do the police
say about all of this, eh?

Did they give you your
crime victim number?

Do me a favor.

Oh, bugger me.
You never even called them, did you?

Well, that shows
a lot of confidence

-in your old firm, I must say.
-It ain't that.

Oh, or you can't bear the thought of
them seeing how pathetic they end up

when the force spits them out
the other side, eh?

You're in good shape.
Kept well.

I've got a tan, Jack, and
I'm 20 pounds overweight.

That's what the
Mediterranean does for you.

Should've gone myself
when I had the chance.

You stayed for her,
it was the right thing to do.

All that money
I made on the side,

all those deals we done,

all went on her care, you know?
And for what?

Same result as if
I've done nothing.

Well, we all gotta die sometime.

Yeah, it's always too soon
for those of us left behind.

- Do you see much of them?
- Much as I can.

They give me hope
that the next generation

won't all be fucking animals.

God, Jack!
You really are such a big old misery guts,

aren't you?
Dear, oh, dear.

Well, I'm gonna cheer you up.

I need some inside information
from your friends in blue.

What do you need?

Well, restrict the manpower
on the case for a start.

I don't have to ask for that, Richie.
It's probably been done already.

Also, I could use some records

on a couple of toe rags
called Aaron and Maz.

Even if I agreed, who says
they'll listen to me anyway?

Oh, I'm sure a former
Detective Chief Super

does have some clout,
even with the Met.

So what do you want me to say?

"Here, lads,
fancy doing me a favor?"

I don't care what you say, Jack.

It's not my problem what you
say, just so long as you say it.

May I remind you
I put a lot of money

in your back pocket
over the years.

And I kept you out
of the nick, Richie.

You and most of your lads.
We all benefited.

Yeah, but there was a bit
more to it than that, wasn't there?

Remember Billy Morgan?
Pat Corrigan?

Terry whatever the
fuck his name was?

-Richards.
-Richards! Yes!

See?
You do remember, don't you?
They're all still dead.

-And who took over their turf?
-That's not the point, is it?

I think "Metropolitan Police
ordered gangland killings."

That's the real headline, innit?

I know where all
the bodies are buried.

I'll show you if you like.

To be honest, I'd have thought
your lot'd welcome some help.

-How'd you make that out?
-Well, let's face it.

These arse wipes are
walking all over you,

all over the East End.

I mean to say...
it's embarrassing.

See what you can do.
I'll let myself out.

Think they can scare me,
they are just little shits!

All right, they're not men.
They're not people.

- They are not part of society.
- What happened?

Did they hurt you?

Richie, you have just
got to sort this mess out.

Did they touch you?

-Did they physically hurt you in any way?
-What?

You're not listening to me.
I've had enough, all right?

And if you're gonna
go after these bastards,

then I wanna help you, right?
We all wanna help you.

Just sort this fucking shit out!

I'm home!

-Hi, baby. How was your day?
-Same as always.

Are you sure
everything's okay, love?

You seem a bit distracted lately.

You haven't been out.

You're not feeling sick, are you?

It's not a lad.

No, Mum.
I'm not ill.

It's not a lad.
Just tired.
That's all.

Come on, I know
you better than that.

If something's bothering you,
you know you can tell me.

No secrets.
We've always said that.

No secrets.

Honest, I'm fine, Mum.

Really.

Okay.
I'm a copper, remember?

So I always know
when something's not right.

-Not quite the Med, is it?
-No, not quite.

But it's got its charm.

That's why it's
worth fighting for.

Speaking of fighting,

I persuaded an old colleague
in the evidence room

to make this disappear.

Charlie's?

- Thought you might want it.
- Hmm.

Ah.

Still got your thing then?

It-- it's not a thing, Jack.
It's a medical condition.

Everything I could
get is in there.

Aaron obviously kept his nose
clean 'cause there's nothing on him.

But there is an address for Maz.
He's your typical gobshite.

Arrested for the manslaughter
of an old-age pensioner.

World War II veteran, no less.

But the prosecution screwed
up the case, and he walked.

He ought to pay for that.

Hello, lads.

Oh, dear.
You two are in a bit of a pickle, aren't you?

Now...

you can either make this easy,
or we can make it hard.

What's it gonna be?

- This must be a joke, man.
- Hmm.

What's with theReservoir Dogs look?

That supposed to scare me?

That's fucked up!
Understand?

Nah, it's fancy dress.
They've come as a boy band.

Fucking untie me now, yeah?
And I promise I'll let you live.

That's very considerate of you.
Now where can I find Aaron?

- Fuck you!
- Untie us!

Maybe we should tell the
young gentlemen why we're here.

Yeah.

Now this is how it is, lads.

My brother was
kicked to death recently,

and at least one
of you is involved.

- Maybe both.
- Maybe both.

And now one of you,
or both...

...is gonna have to pay.

But not until
I know who Aaron is

and where I can find him.

Listen, you have no idea
what's coming for you

when we get out of here.

Fucking untie us, yeah?
We're E2.

You know what that means?
It means you're fucking dead.

Well, being fucking dead
doesn't worry me too much, son,

'cause I've been
nearly fucking dead

many, many times,
and so have my friends.

We don't give a shit about you
or your faggot friends!

Well, you should.
You should give a shit about who we are.

What?
Four old twats?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
We know how you like killing old men.

-Pensioners.
-Oh, that old fucker.

He wouldn't give us his medal,
so he got what he deserved.

Think that's pain?
That's not even gonna come close

to the pain I'm gonna put on you.

Pain?
You wanna talk about pain?

Oh, well, look at him.

Now he used to be a torturer,
and he's good at it.

He was one of the best, actually,

and he's got this uncanny knack of knowing
when people are lying to him.

Oh, I'm terrified.

Unfortunately Leroy
here is telling the truth,

but he'll learn soon enough.

Now, see him?

He's what you call an enforcer.

And trust me,
you only cross him once,

and if you're clever,
you never cross him at all.

Fuck the history lesson.
Cut me loose, and I'll let you live.

He's lying.

- He wants to kill us.
- Yeah.

And then there's
old Butch there.

You wanna know why
they call him Butch?

'Cause his face
looks like an old dog's ass?

Yeah, well,
that is one reason, yeah.

- Bollocks!
- No.

It's because
it's short for "the butcher."

He can carve up a body
in 15 minutes, can't you, Butch?

I reckon 12 with him.
There's fuck, all of 'em.

What, am I supposed to think
you are some sort of hard man now?

You ain't got no respect for E2?
When I get out of here--

Why don't you shut the fuck up!

I'm looking at my
friend's body language,

and he doesn't
look very pleased.

- Hmm?
- They just don't get it.

Arthur...

you wanna give these up.

They'll kill you.

Now,
do I have your attention?

Yeah.

Were you there when
our mate got done?

No.

I don't have to even rely
on my ability to spot a liar!

We've seen the fucking video...

and you're in it.

Why is it this generation keeps
putting themselves on the internet,

doing stupid fucking things?

It's that, um...

go on, uh,
reality shows.

Right?
Everyone wants to be famous.
Hmm.

You wanna be famous, eh?

Live fast, die young...

of a fucked up corpse!

Courtesy of me!

Technically it'll be me
that fucks up his corpse.

Well, it looks like
he can't talk now...

so it's your turn.

Where can we find Aaron?

Oi.
Where the fuck is Maz?

He's not answering.

Any bets he's just
with some sket.

Yeah, try him again.
JP, call Leroy.

Something ain't right.

What?
You think it's feds?

No, no, no.
We would've heard by now.

Wait, look,
we got enough enemies.

Any one of them
could take from us.

Ah, you dumb.
No one's gonna try it with us, man.

Yeah, but what about
them Eastern Europeans?

They're fucking everywhere,
and they could take over real quick.

Yo, blood, call me
back as soon as, yeah?

They're fucking crazy too, you know?

Look, if they got Leroy and Maz,
you think them'd lead them to us?

Hey, look.
Listen, if someone
is trying something, yeah,

then we need to find them and
then we need to fuck them up.

- Mm-hmm.
- Now, go get everyone on it.

And, JP, get everyone
tight and off the corners

so we can sort this shit.

-Oh, blood, not the corners.
-Oi, oi, bruv,

remember who you
fucking work for, yeah?

If I tell you don't be shotting,
you don't be fucking shotting!

-Look, all I'm saying, bruv, yeah--
-Saying what? Saying what?

Huh, I don't give a fuck
what you got to say, bruv.

What, you telling me
how to run my thing?

Look, I just wanna
shift some weed.

No!

I don't want no one
else going missing.

Now go find my boys.

What about that old geezer
we saw Lauren talking to?

What you fucking chatting, man?

Ain't no old prick gonna do nothing.
He's nearly dead.

I ain't telling you shit!

Good.

That's just how I like it.

What are you gonna do?

His voice is getting on my tits.

Now...

you listen to the nice man, all right?

Now, we're all upset,

because you and your
mates killed his brother.

And he wants to know
who else was involved.

And you're gonna tell us...
one way or another.

That's for that
war veteran you murdered.

And this...

And that one's for Charlie.

Fuck.

And I'm gonna keep nailing
this piece of shit to that chair

until you tell us
what we want to know.

You ever seen one of these?

Fucking antique, innit?

Yeah.

Used to take an age an' all.

Ooh!

You've no idea
how hard human bone can be.

This was how we used to do it.

The old way.

Now, this...

This is the new way.

No, no!
Please! Please!

No, no, please!

And Dean?

-Where the fuck is Dean?
-I'm on it.

- Thank you.
- Cheers, mate.

I should answer.

JP?

Who are you with?

No one.
What do you mean?

Have you seen Leroy and Maz
in the last few hours?

No.

Get on the fucking street, man!
What you doing, man?

Get out there.
Ask questions, man.

Make yourself fucking useful, Dean.

You gotta go?

I ain't gotta,
but they want me to.

So, are you gonna go...

or are you gonna
finish that milkshake?

I wanna stay here.

I mean, it's a wicked milkshake.

I'm sorry, son,
but you have to be awake,

otherwise this is all
a complete waste of time.

Now, all the bad things

that you've done in
your horrible little lives,

all led up to this point.

It's called retribution.

Karma.

Payback.

But I'm quite willing
to stop all this.

I'm quite willing to
forgive and forget,

if you'll just tell me
where I can find Aaron.

Look, look,
I was there, okay,

but I didn't do anything.

I didn't touch the guy.

-Your bruv, I mean.
-Where does Aaron live?

I don't know!

I swear down.
I've never been there.

He's lying.
I can smell it.

No!

Please!

He always knows
when someone's lying.

It's a gift.

Fuck!
Fuck!
Okay.

Tell me where you want me
to bring Aaron,
and I'll bring him to you.

That's an even bigger lie.

Drop your mates in it?
You fucking Judas.

You want me to
start cutting now?

No, let him go.

What?
For fuck's sake!

I said let him go.
He's just a kid.

This is a mistake, Richie.

This little shit
will grass us up.

I swear.

Tell me where you
want me to bring Aaron,

and I'll bring him to you,

then I'll vanish.

Untie him.

Now, if you ever breathe
a word about this to anyone,

or I even get a sniff of you
around here ever again,

you're history, my son,
you understand that?

I swear, I won't say
nothing to anyone.

Go on.

-I told you he was lying.
-And I believed you, Roy.

But I've never killed
someone who's sitting down,

let alone tied up.

I mean, it's not fair.

How's our veteran killer, eh?

-Nah.
-Oh, dear. What a shame.

Well, I think we might
call it a day then, eh?

What, no one saw nothing?

People fucking lying, bro.

Lying to me!

Everyone's looking.

-This JP seems to be connected.
-Yeah, in more ways than one.

He shares friend
links with, what,

most the names we've
been talking about,

except Aaron,
he doesn't seem to come up anywhere.

-Where did you get this stuff?
-Oh, just social media sites.

It's not very difficult if
you know where to look.

You're something of an expert
with all this computer thing, eh?

Nah, just a nosy cow.

Especially with the
neighborhood being like it is.

Yeah, well, we might be able
to do something about that.

You know, you already have.

I mean, the mood around here,
it's just, um...

well, it's lifted since
you've been back.

There's nothing
like a good funeral.

Oh...
That's not entirely what I meant, but...

So, uh, what are you up to then?

Ah, just getting the lay
of the land, you know?

This is gonna be very useful.

Well, I better be going.

Oh, yeah. Um.
Well, if you need any help--

I mean, obviously
I'll keep looking and--

Yeah, of course.
Thanks, Lizzy.

You wouldn't fancy going out
one of these nights, would you?

-We could get something to eat.
-Oh!

Oh, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have asked.

No, no.
I mean, yes.
I mean...

-that'd be nice.
-Great!

Well, leave it with me, eh?

And wear something red.

I remember that dress
you used to wear.
Stunning.

Yes!

No, I'm sorry, but I think
there's a red one over there.

Okay, great.

Hello, Lauren.

Why are you here again?

I'm not stopping till I find
the person responsible.

I'm a man of my word.

Now, I was just wondering if
you knew any of these people.

I can't.
They threatened me.

I-- I'm sorry.
I just can't help you anymore.

Lauren, uh,

let me tell you a little secret
about threats and blackmail.

And I have a thorough knowledge
of the subject, believe you me.

The sooner you find the exit,
the sooner you find the solution,

the sooner your life
goes back to normal.

They've got pictures of me,
and I'm so ashamed.
It's not even who I am.

The whole thing could ruin me.

That's what they're
relying on, your fear.

It's not gonna stop, you know,
they're gonna keep turning those thumbscrews.

I used to do this for a living,
so I know what I'm talking about.

I help you, you help me.

I've got a daughter, but she's
all I got, and if someone ever...

Allow me to remove
these people from your life.

Good girl.

Thank you, Lauren.
Friends?

Friends.

Great, well, now we're friends,
first things first.

I expect you'd like me to stop
scaring you at work, don't you?

Maybe you'd like me to phone
you from now on?

Yeah.
Um, what's your number?

I haven't got one.

What do you mean?
You ain't got a mobile phone?

No.

Old school?

Less of the old.
You write your number on there, all right?

See, they got pictures of you,
but I got pictures of them.

Here.

Take a look.

Was he there that night?

He had nothing to
do with it, I swear.

He was.

Good.
Do you know where he lives?

No, but I heard
he serves up deals

at the Grave's End Car Park.

- What the hell are you doing here?
- Mum!

Mum?
Uh.

I was just looking for a dress,
a red dress for my friend Lizzy,

but I couldn't find
anything suitable.

Stay away from my daughter.

I honestly didn't
know she was your daughter.

Thank you very much
for your advice, miss.

-You okay?
-I'm fine, Mum. It was nothing.

Give me your wallet now,
you old fuck!

Who you calling an old fuck?

We need him alive!

I was aiming
for the back wheel!

You know what?
I'm really enjoying this.

Me too.

Whoa.

There goes our no claims bonus.

Oops.

Oh, my fucking back!

I'm too old for this lark.

What the fuck's going on?

You're fucking dead!

You hear me?
Dead!

Well, I'm alive and well.

Here.
Do you remember that?

Let me go, you bastards!

-Look at it!
-That ain't me.

-Where can I find Aaron?
-Never heard of him.

-Now I'm gonna ask you again.
-Fuck you!

You see how
this is going, don't you?

You want me to rat someone out?

No.
I'm asking you how I can find

the person responsible for
killing my fucking brother!

Listen,

I don't care how powerful
you think you are, granddad.

You ain't as powerful as the E2.

I grass up Aaron...

I might as well be dead.

Sounds like I gotta work
through my tea break.

This is a fucking joke!

You ain't gonna do anything.

That's what your
friends said last night.

Yeah.
Guess what they're saying tonight.

Nothing!

That's the trouble
with your generation.

You think you're invincible.
You think nobody can touch you.

You think you're gonna live forever.

But not you.

Jesus, look at you.
This ain't some Houdini trick.

You ain't getting
out of this one.

Just fucking kill me old man,
'cause when I get out of here--

When?

You've gotta admire his
optimism, haven't you?

I'm gonna fucking kill all of you!
Under-fucking-stand me, blood?

That's funny.

That's exactly what
Maz and Leroy said.

Just before we killed them.

Fuck you, man!

When E2 finds out about this,

you're all fucked,
you understand me?

Your wives,
girlfriends, whatever...

they're all gonna get fucked!
Fucked in every hole!

Fucked up the arsehole especially!

You got any daughters?

Got a daughter, yeah?

By the time E2 are
finished with her, yeah,

she won't be able
to fucking move!

Let alone walk properly, blood.

Yeah, one by one.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

And she's gonna fucking love it!

You know what irony is?

This belonged to my brother.

You know what?

Why don't you get on your
fucking knees like he did,

and start begging
just like he did!

And we was laughing.

Laughing at your pussy old brother.

Just cut him up,
little fucking fat cunt.

How's that for fucking irony?

Jesus, this used to be easier.

- What now?
- Now...

Well, now comes to main event.

- Oh, fuck!
- Richie! Are you okay?

Back in a moment.
No excitement, okay?

How can they say "no excitement"
with you walking around, eh?

And they say chivalry is dead.

How you feeling?

Vulnerable.
I'll be glad when they
got me on the ward.

My feelings exactly.
This place is wide open.

You're worrying about nothing.

Even if they did
know you were here,

they wouldn't have
the bollocks to come.

Maybe.
I just don't fancy spending a week

trying to sleep with
one eye open, that's all.

That's all right.
We'll look after it.

No.

No, I've got unfinished
business with that little scrote.

And if anybody's gonna
fuck him up the arse

with a Christmas tree,
it's gonna be me.

Give me a phone, somebody.
I'm gonna call a friend.

Thanks, mate.

My life savings, brothers.

Smell that!

Bruv, we should've got
one of these time ago!

Ain't no one fucking with us now.
Huh!

Dickhead.

All right, grab a gun, bro.
Grab a gun.

- Grab a gun!
- Go on, walk then.

She wants to see you.

What the fuck do you want?

I've got some information
about that old bloke,

the one that's been
hunting you all down.

-What about him?
-He's in the hospital.

Heard my mum
talking about it earlier.

-Heart attack or something.
-Bullshit.

It's the truth, I swear.

What the fuck
you telling me for?

'Cause I thought...

You thought about
me and you, yeah?

Yeah, I thought, you know...

Yeah, really?
Get your fucking sket hands off me, man.

What's this bitch gassing for?

Call the fucking hospital up now
and find out where he is.

-But I can't.
-Just fucking do it!

Hi.
I'm trying to find out about
a man called Richie Archer?

Yeah.
He's my uncle.

He's on Rankin Ward?

That's lovely.
Thank you.

See?
I told you.

Right, DK, gather some boys.

I think it's about time
we pay this old fuck a little visit.

Grab this bitch, man.
She's coming with us.

Can you tell me what's going on?
I've been here three hours now.

It's the weekend, sir.
We're always really busy.

But even so, you told me
half an hour ago.

What's your name, please?

What the fuck
you think you're doing?

It's my mum.
If I don't answer...

Just let me text her at least.

You stick with me, yeah?

Put that on.

Fucking put it on!

- DK.
- Yeah?

Wanna step up?
Now's your chance.

What, you want me to do it?

You heard me.
Are you a leader or a sheep?

Now both of you, go.

Hello.

Oh. You should at least
have brought some flowers.

You've seen one of these before?

Trust me, it'll fucking
hurt if I pull the trigger.

Are there any more
like you outside?

How many?

Answer the fucking question!

Arthur, put some eyes
out the back, just in case.

That's a fucking shotgun!

What the fuck is this?

- You fucking bitch!
- You set me up!

What the fuck, Dean?

Oi!

You better be on your way home.

Mum?
Mum!

I think I need your help!

Is there another
entrance to this place?

I don't know,
but I'll go and have a look.

-Don't do nothing stupid.
-Me? As if.

Fuck!

Oh, fuck!

Fucking hell!

Shit.
Give me a hand.

Armed Response Team on the scene, ma'am.
Currently securing lower floors.

Do we have any information
on what's going on?

Not yet.
Still hearing occasional gunfire.

Intelligence Service Team are en route.

- My daughter's in there.
- Clear!

She's smart enough
to stay safe, ma'am.

There's loads of them.

And I mean fucking shitloads.

Geez!
Can't this lot fucking take a hint or what?

Bravo team, sitrep.
Stand back.

Hello, ladies.

Right, can we fuck 'em up?

- Ahhh!
- Roy.

Fucking popped that prick!
Got that prick!

-I'm sorry if you thought--
-Don't worry, I get it.

I do really like you.

Well, as second dates go,
this is pretty memorable.

We need to get out. bruv,
the feds are coming, man.

No, fuck that, man!
We finish this today!

Oi, keep firing.
I got an idea.

Police!
Come on!

Pussy'ole!

No excitement, my arse.

Old Bill are gonna
be all over this place

like a fucking rash soon.

I can't say I'm gonna
be sorry to see 'em now.

Listen!

I got your little traitor bitch here!
You hear me?

I'm gonna blow
her fucking head off

unless you come out now
and put your guns down!

I swear down!

You got 5 fucking seconds,
you hear me?

5!

4!
Fucking shut up!

3!

2!

Okay!

I'm coming out.

You bloody mental?
That's suicide?

You got a daughter, Butch,
eh?

No, I thought not.

We got no choice.
She's a kid.

Okay.

We're coming out.

You fucking hurry up!

Now put your hands
where I can see them.

All right, you got me.

Now you can let her go, can't you?

I fucking told you, didn't I,
old man?

And now you're dead.

But first you gotta
watch me waste your boys.

Oh, you mean like the
way we wasted yours?

E2 is an army.
One go, another one come.

Oh, what, like cockroaches,
all scuttling around in the shit?

What you got, huh,
Mr. Old School Gangster?

I tell you what you got.

You got about 30 seconds.

So which one of you
should I cap first?

You?

Get the fuck off!

Get the fuck off of me!
You dickhead.

For fuck's sake, Richie,
just shoot the little cunt!

Oh, fuck it!

That was for Charlie.

You're getting up?
All right, this one's for me!

Drop your fucking weapons!

You wouldn't know when
you're beaten, I'd say.

- Police!
- Put the weapon down!

You really expect me to believe
it was self-defense?

We told you what happened.

We were all asleep,

and suddenly these two fellas come in
all tooled up.

And you took their guns off them,
you 70-year-old men?

Oi, there's no need to be
so insulting, Inspector.

I am the young gun on the firm.

Can you give us a minute?

I'll be seeing you.

Is this it?

I don't know what you mean.

Listen, I've got every armed copper
in London crawling around outside,

and if you want me to
feed you to them, I will.

So I'll ask you again,
is this it?

All I can tell you, Inspector,
is...

as soon as I'm out of here,
I'm going back to Spain.

Now, you should
count your blessings.

You got nice,
clean streets again.

I think the people around your
way deserve that, don't you?

There is one last
thing I want to say.

And if I don't say it now,
I probably won't get another chance.

What's that?

Thanks.

-What for?
-For saving my daughter.

Hmm.

How's the East End now?

-Quiet.
-I could've come, you know,

-to the funeral.
-Oh, you barely knew him.

-Anyway, your place is there.
-And yours?

Is someone getting homesick?

Or maybe you've met someone.

I should be home by supper.

Then I'll have
something ready for you.

No, no! I'm bringing some
pies over for you to try.

- Proper English grub.
- Heh.

Okay.
Have a safe flight.

I love you, Dad.

You too.
Bye.

I won't come outside.

I hate goodbyes.

We never did have
that night out, did we?

No, well, you've been a bit,
um...

-busy.
-Yeah.

But you know, you could
always come out to Spain.

I'm gonna need
a carer any minute now.

You're selling it so well.

But, you know,
the girls are here, and...

it feels like home again,
thanks to you.

Well, the offer's always open, Lizzy.

-Richie?
-Yeah?

You take good care of yourself, hey?

Fuck.

And good riddance to him.

Yeah.

Anyone who wants
to ponce around in the sun

playing golf rather
than stay here

is not worth knowing, mate.

I can tell you're not lying.

And I have to agree with you.

After all we've been through recently,

and he still turns
his back on us.

Just like what
he'd done 20 years ago.

Come on, lads, that's not fair.
I was running away from Old Bill at the time,

keeping my head down,
taking the heat off you mugs.

Who you calling a mug?

So why have you stayed?

And don't try lying to me.

Lizzy?

She might have something
to do with it, yeah.

No, there was something else.

When we was
tidying up the streets,

cleaning off the pond scum,

it really got my blood pumping.

I suspect it got
your blood pumping too.

I thought this is who we are.
This is what we do.

Fuck me!

Where'd this rambling
speech come from?

Spending too much
time with Europeans.

Now, Lizzy mentioned something, she said
something about some old age pensioners

living in our manor,
getting all their life savings nicked off of them.

-Burglars?
-Bankers.

Same thing.

And I was thinking maybe we
should teach them bankers a lesson.

Do I get to kill one of them?

No, I wanna really hurt them.

Yeah.

We steal their money.

Remember that thing we
did with Charlie back in '69?

Turin?

-How could I forget?
-Wait.

You're gonna steal their gold?

How?

Let me buy you all a drink.

I got this great idea.

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