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Drop the fucking box! Drop the fucking box!

Let go of the box. Fucking drop the box!

Get back.

I said, fucking get back!

I said, give me the fucking box now!

All right, mate. All right, mate.

Get off the fucking gun!

Fuck!

Move! Fucking move!

Officer 3601 to metro base.

I've got a 10-80 in progress.

They're going through the alleyway.

Go round, we can cut 'em off.

Charlie Tango Zero Eight.

Can you run a check on this Ford Escort,

registration Golf 713, Romeo, Romeo, Bravo?

Failure to stop. Failure to stop.

We've got 'em. The suspects are heading into a dead end.

Vehicle's stopped.

- I repeat, vehicle's stopped. - He's got a gun!

Shit!

Get out, get out!

No! No, no, please, please! I've got family!

Officer 3601, can you respond?

This is Metro base. Come in. Over.

Unit 3601, are you receiving me?

Still can't believe you left the box

and fucking shot a geezer.

It was an accident, I swear!

You showed him your fucking face!

I know, right? I messed up!

I told you a million times,

keep your fucking distance.

Now look what's happened.

What?

I don't understand.

You told me there'd be 50 large in that box.

We've just done a cozzer and shot a security guard

in broad fucking daylight

for a poxy two-and-a-half grand in fivers.

- I was just trying to help. - Help?

You do know that we're looking at a ten-stretch for this?

You fucked up well and truly on this one, son.

Now, please, get rid of that motor.

I... I can't tonight, mate.

I got something on.

-What about my half? -Having a fucking laugh,

ain't ya?

Here's your half.

Mate, I'm so sorry. I did not mean to do that.

Now where you going?

Oh, for fuck's sake, Ken, I just said I'm sorry.

Mate?

You walk away from me now, don't ever bother coming back.

I mean it.

You scared the life out of me.

-Fucking fivers? -What are you talking about?

There was only two-and-a-half grand in that box.

I don't understand, mate.

There's usually loads of cash in there.

Well, there's wasn't, was there?

What about my cut?

No-one's getting any cuts.

Come on, mate. I was relying on that dough.

What about the other guard?

He's in hospital, Ken. You shot him.

Like, this was supposed to be a quick blag,

not attempted murder!

And you let him see your face. What do you want me to do?

Get up that hospital and make it go away.

Or you'll be joining him.

OK.

I'll sort it, I promise.

You better.

Hi. Um...

Downstairs said that room 302's up here.

302 is just down there, sir.

Right, thank you.

Are you sure it wasn't them?

-Yeah, I'm sure. -Have another look.

I'm telling you, that's not them.

Look, just keep flicking through.

Look, don't worry, guv. It was worth a shot.

Officer?

That's him.

Here you go, Freedom Night Club. Call it a tenner.

All right?

Hi, gorgeous.

What can I get ya?

Er...

-I'll have one of them. -OK.

One Pink Lady coming up.

That's on me.

-One Pink Lady. -You're joking.

Where the fuck is Stevey?

I'm doing everything on my own over here.

I don't know. I've not seen him.

Can you find him for me, please?

No, Megan, I'm busy.

Thanks, love.

Once again, give it up for the fiery Miss Benton!

You know what? I got more clap from my ex.

Well, boys and girls,

you are in for a treat tonight.

You love him, I love him.

Please, put your hands together for the one and only

Billy the Kid!

All right, bitches.

I know, I know.

I look fucking hot.

- Billy? - I understand.

Platinum Lace. Guy's called Mo.

Oh. All right, Kenny boy, in here.

All right, Bill?

Oh, what happened to your face?

Oh, don't, mate. I had a fight with a metal box and lost.

-They loved you out there. -You know me.

Gotta give 'em what they want.

Yeah. Was that our guy?

He says it's on.

He said we just need the money.

Don't worry. I'll get it.

To new opportunities.

Whoo.

Come on. We ain't got all day.

Sit down.

-I've got a slight problem. -Oh, yeah?

I ain't got the 20k for the pills.

That's not a slight problem, Patrick.

You know we don't do tick.

I know, but I was thinking, you know,

if you was to help me out,

I could make this seriously worth your while.

Go on.

Well, you front me on the round ones

and I guarantee I'll get rid of them by the weekend.

And on top of that,

I'll pay you double for the first lot.

That's 40k.

Doesn't leave very much for you, does it?

I'll speak to my brothers. I'll let you know.

-You know when? -When we're ready.

We're done now. I'll be in touch.

Very sloppy work yesterday, I hear.

Your boy dropped a bollock.

-Just like his old man. -He's all right.

Is he?

Little boys should be seen and not heard.

You're making too much noise, Patrick.

There's a system to this business.

You'd do well to remember that.

Hello, you.

Have you just got back?

You know me, babe.

I've been down there watching the sun come up.

-What was that about, then? -Nothing.

-Just an old friend. -Yeah? Pat Tate?

Do you know him?

Sort of.

Anyway, forget about old friends.

Here's to new ones.

- Hello? - Sam, it's Pat.

Please tell me you've heard from Kenny.

No, I ain't seen him, mate. Is there a problem?

I can't get hold of him. That's all.

Well, if I see him, I'll let you know.

Cheers.

Are you mad?

Armed robbery in broad daylight?

Haven't you learnt nothing?

So what you gonna do now?

I'm done with Essex.

To be honest, I need a break from Pat.

Me and Billy are setting up on our own.

Not Billy the Kid?

Yeah.

-So it's drugs, then? -Don't matter what it is.

I just need 25 grand to spot me in.

Kenny, Kenny.

That's a slippery slope, son.

Can you help or not?

I've been looking after your old man's money

since he's been away.

I can have it to you by tomorrow. How's that?

-I can't take my dad's money. -It's a loan, innit?

Yeah. Thanks, Sam.

Come here.

Come on tae fuck, Billy.

Your mum hit me harder than that.

God rest her soul.

What's the matter with you, you fairy?

You're a waste of space.

What's the matter with you?

Fucking hit him, you poof!

Now, that's more like it!

That's my boy.

That's why they call him Billy the Kid.

Fastest hands in the West.

All right, Fergus?

Cor, you smell that?

Smells like shit.

- Hey, let's go. - Where are you going?

-Out. -Oi, don't get lippy with me.

I want you back by the weekend.

It's your birthday.

I've got something planned.

You two, in.

All right, sweetheart?

Want a wee cupcake or something?

Get the fuck out of my ring! On the bag, move!

I think your dad hates me.

Nah, don't worry about it.

He hates everyone.

I take it you've got it?

Yeah.

Twenty-five grand.

My dad's nicer than yours.

Patrick.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Don't fucking move.

Forty grand.

Or there will be blood.

Evening, fellas. All right?

We're here to see Mo.

In there, lads. Straight down.

This way, gentlemen.

I've got better moves than that.

Your table.

Come here, you.

Wanna come home with me tonight, love?

She a bit of you, Ken?

Piss off!

No, not really, mate.

Does your dad know?

You know, that you're a...

What?

You know.

Shall I get him one of my posters, eh?

You know what he says.

"Funniest thing in the West in high heels."

He'd love that.

So, no, mate. Would you tell him?

No, fuck that.

He'd have a heart attack.

I will tell him, though.

It's gonna be all right this, ain't it? Just the two of us.

Yeah.

He will see you now.

To new opportunities.

Our friend tells me you are ready

to step up to the big time.

Good.

Tell me.

Have you heard the story of the two little flies

who had their fill of food?

Buzzing around, they came across an open jar of honey.

Now, driven by greed,

they swooped in and ate all that they could.

But when it was time for them to go,

they couldn't get out.

Because their little feet had become stuck to the jar.

Do you know what happens next?

Mate, are we dealing or not?

The only way the poor little flies could get out...

was by losing their fucking legs.

What the fuck are you...

Bloody kids.

Oi, mate.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Two, three...

four, five.

Fuck you, Ken.

Six, seven, eight, nine...

ten, eleven...

And one more for bollicky Ken. Twelve.

About fucking time. Hello?

Jan, just... slow down. Slow down.

Talk to me. Who's dead?

When he was 16,

he went down to the seaside with some of his mates.

They thought it'd be funny if they untied a fishing boat

and let it float out to sea.

But Kenny, he felt bad for the owner

so he swam in and he brought it back.

When he got out, his mates, they'd stolen his clothes.

He always had a thing about hanging around

with the wrong people.

Why, Kenny?

I know he wasn't perfect

but he had a good heart.

Mrs Knight? This is DCI Jones and DI Monroe.

Would you care to accompany me to identify the body?

Jan.

I don't want you going in there.

Let me do this, please.

So, Mr Tate?

For the record, can you confirm

the ID of the body before you

is that of a one Kenneth Knight, deceased?

Yeah, I can confirm that's Kenny Knight.

Hold on a minute.

Who did this to him?

We don't know but we will, I can assure you.

Whoever it was, looks like they done a right job on him.

What we do know is that Kenny was involved

in an armed robbery a few days ago.

Oh, yeah?

You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

Me? No.

Cos he wasn't alone.

Where were you Monday morning at 10:00, Mr Tate?

Do you really wanna do this here, now?

We could go down to the station.

I'll ask you again. Where were you?

-I can't fucking believe this. -Answer the question.

I was at home.

And someone can verify that?

No.

Well, I'll leave you to your grief.

We will need to speak to you again.

You know, he thought the world of you.

Likewise.

Who could do such a thing?

-I mean, the thought that... -Jan.

Look, I promise you, as true as I'm standing here,

I will find out who did this.

But it's not gonna bring him back, though, is it?

I'll get it.

Who is it?

It's all right, Jan, I got it.

What d'you fucking want?

You can fuck right off because you are not welcome here.

Pat?

Oh, Joey.

Jan.

I heard about Kenny. I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

Come in. Let's have a cup of tea.

Jan, I need just two minutes with Joey.

Fucking hell!

What are you doing here, you little parasite?

I come to pay my respects, we were in school together.

We were like brothers!

-Yeah? -Yeah!

So what do you know about what happened?

Nothing. I'm out the game, ain't I?

Well, you're about to get back in the game.

Nah.

Not after what happened.

Look at my face.

You fed me to the dogs.

Yeah, well, that weren't my call.

Now I need to know something.

Did Kenny ever mention to you anything to do with Soho?

What, London? No.

That's not our manor, is it? It's a different world.

Listen, Joey, I need your help.

I'm out, Pat. Right? I mean it.

I'm out.

But I'll help ya.

For Kenny.

You mark my words.

I am gonna get whoever did this.

And when I do,

I am gonna bathe in their blood.

Now, this is what I need you to do.

Hello, Dan, how are ya?

Good. Straight in. Yeah, mate, straight in.

How are ya? Nice to see ya.

Oi, where the fuck you been? I've been calling you all day.

Well, good evening to you, too.

-What's the matter? -You tell me.

-Mate, calm yourself down. -I'm fucking talking.

I'm not gonna ask you again, Sam.

Where the fuck you been?

Mate, I told you to calm yourself down.

That is a very firm finger.

You can't do that! That's the head doorman!

Yeah? Well, tell him he's a fucking mug

when he wakes up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What's the matter with you? Calm down. Eh?

We're outside my club. Now, what's happened?

I'll tell you what's happened.

Kenny's dead.

What?

Kenny's dead.

Let me do the talking.

Johnny, I'm so sorry, mate.

I trusted my little boy to you, Sam.

-What happened? -Trust me, John, we're on it.

I don't remember putting your name on the VO, Pat.

I'll get to you in a minute.

Talk to me, Sam. What happened?

All I know is, Billy the Kid was involved.

Who's Billy the Kid?

Carry on, Sam.

That's it. That's all I know.

As far as I'm concerned,

I'm holding you responsible for this, Pat.

John, we will sort this.

I promise you.

Look at me.

You're going to make this right.

Do you understand me?

Yeah.

Heard you let him off lightly, Bob.

If that was me, I'd have stabbed him up.

- Keep it down. - Oi.

Is there something fucking funny?

Sorry, Johnny, he didn't know.

He didn't know, eh? But you fucking knew, didn't you?

-Who the fuck is this? -"Who the fuck is this?"

"Who the fuck is this?"

Oi, oi!

-You make it right, Pat! -Come on.

- You fucking... - Johnny!

Johnny! Johnny! Johnny!

Make it right!

Double jab. One, two.

Uppercut. Double jab.

Straight, straight.

Uppercut. Double jab.

Straight, straight. Double jab.

Body.

Straight. Straight, straight.

Uppercut. Uppercut. Good.

One, two. Four.

Straight, straight.

Sorry, mate, I'm really sorry to bother you.

I'm looking for a fella called Billy the Kid.

You don't know where I can find him, do you?

One, two.

One, two. One, two.

Uppercut. Uppercut. Straight right.

Mate, please. Please, I'm trying to talk to you.

I heard you, mate. Can't you see I'm training?

Old boys' club's tomorrow.

One, two. One, two. Uppercut. Uppercut.

Good. Uppercut. Straight right. Uppercut.

-You finished with that, mate? -Good, straight right.

Straight right. Good. One, two.

One, two. One, two.

Now, I ain't gonna fucking ask you again, you cunt.

Now, where can I find Billy the Kid?

Fergus and Sons, Metals. Loughton.

Thank you.

-Any problems? -Mm.

Eight down: "Government official

"sets down record with cunning."

-I meant with the job. -No.

You won't be hearing from him again.

Good.

Listen, you keep your powder dry.

I may have someone else for you to deal with.

How soon?

I'll know in a couple of days.

I'll be on this number.

Kash will show you out.

What do you need him for?

I could take care of Tate myself.

Don't get all excited.

It's just a precaution.

Hopefully, he'll come good.

Get the car ready.

Charlotte?

Charlotte?

Where the fuck are you?

-What you doing? -Oh, sorry, hon.

I was just chilling.

Go up West and buy yourself something nice.

Thank you.

Mmm.

Why don't you save it for later?

- Can we help ya? - All right, mate. Yeah.

I'm looking for a fella called Billy the Kid. Is he about?

Never heard of him.

Look, I'm not here for aggravation.

I just want to know where he is.

Are you deaf? We ain't heard of him.

-On your bike! -Oi! Stand down.

-And who are you? -Me?

I'm the fucking boogeyman.

Yeah, well, I'll remember that when I go to sleep tonight.

Like I said to him, I'm not here for aggravation.

I just want to know where Billy is.

I just wanna talk to him.

I don't know you from Adam.

So my Billy is no concern of yours.

Yeah, well, he is now.

Because my mate is lying dead on a slab in a morgue

and your boy's mixed up in it.

So I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Where is he?

If my boy is mixed up in something,

I'll be the one to deal with it, not you.

-I think we're done here. -I came here for your help.

Now, we can either do this the easy way...

or the hard way.

Craig!

Park this gentleman's car for me, will ye?

What can I say?

I fucking love the hard way.

You no good cunt.

Look who it is.

- Our old friend Mr Tate. - Come on, then.

We ain't disturbing anything, are we?

No, no, no, Officer.

Just a wee accident. You know what scrapyards are like, eh?

Shite everywhere.

And what brings you here, Mr Tate?

Just running a little bit of scrap in, that's all.

Yeah, well, we're gonna need that statement from you.

Yeah, when it's convenient.

Well, it's convenient for us now.

Or we could just arrest ya.

Fair enough.

I could do with a lift, anyway.

We're looking to talk to your son, Billy.

It's in connection to the murder of Kenny Knight.

Mrs Knight tells us that they were good friends.

Never heard of him. But then, Billy's got lots of pals.

When's the last time you spoke with him?

-I saw him this morning. -Do you know where he is now?

Aye, he's out and about running me some errands.

Oh, it's good to hear that he's OK.

Soon as he's back, get him to give us a call.

Oh, do you know anything about Freedom night club?

Never heard of it.

OK, Fergus?

What do you want me to do?

Find my fucking son.

We know you were at the robbery.

All the statements read the same.

They describe a man fitting your build.

Save us all a load of aggravation

and just come clean.

What you gonna get, seven? Probably do four.

- You ain't got nothing on me. - Pat.

We found the car in a lock-up.

Along with this.

What's that?

Look, it's only a matter of time

before your prints turn up all over it.

I wasn't there. I was at home.

Funny, that.

Must've been a bit of a shock.

Only, what, £2,500 in fivers?

Did you have a little fall-out?

Thieves falling out over a pot of gold and all that.

Is that why Kenny's laying on the slab? Did you kill him?

Is that it, Mr Tate? Cos at the moment, you're looking at

armed robbery and wounding with intent.

And now, a suspect to murder.

I didn't kill him.

He was my mate.

Do you know a William Campbell,

also known as Billy the Kid?

Never heard of him.

So why were you at his father's today, then?

How many more times?

I was running a bit of scrap, that's all.

Listen, look, I'm not being funny,

I could sit here all day talking to you lovely people.

But either nick me or I'm walking out of here.

Not yet.

It's only a matter of time.

What happened to your motor?

Don't ask.

Listen, thanks for picking me up.

I gotta get to Soho now.

Freedom? What are we doing here?

Do me a favour and wait in the motor.

Oh, no, I can't. I've got to get back to work.

I've cancelled three viewings today.

-Hello. -Hello, Pat.

I'm just wondering how my investment's getting on.

Don't worry, I'm sorting it.

Who said I was worried?

The only person who needs to be worried is you.

Tick-tock.

How'd you get on last night?

-With what? -The pills.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Sweet.

I just got to go round the clubs after work,

-pick up the dough. -Good.

Cos we need to knock 'em out lively.

Once you get the money, you call me. You got me?

Of course.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Stevey!

-Stop pissing around. -Don't worry.

I'll clean it up. I'll clean it up, don't worry.

Soph, do me a favour and get a broom

and clean that up for me, will you, please?

Thanks.

Sorry, mate, we're not open for another 10 minutes.

Hello, mate, you all right?

Yes, geezer, what can I do for ya?

I'm actually looking for a friend.

Oh, yeah? What's she saying, she's fit?

No, no. Not that.

A geezer called Billy the Kid. Is he here?

No, and he ain't been for a while, either.

Do you happen to know where he might be?

I'll be honest, mate.

If he's not here, I doubt he's even in Soho.

I really needed to talk to him.

It's about his poor dad.

And it ain't good news.

I might be able to do something.

Right.

If he's anywhere, he'll be there.

I really appreciate that.

I normally deal with Mr Hexell.

Well, now you're dealing with me.

Mr Hexell's busy.

So who is it?

Everything you need to know is in there.

He's an old flame,

thought he could get away with stealing from me.

I don't need to know.

Well...

It's been a pleasure.

Taxi!

Heathrow Airport, please.

Er, excuse me?

I think you missed the turning.

Driver?

- Excuse me, mate. - One second, sir.

Hello, darling. What's your name?

I'm Tinkerbell. Are you gonna buy me a drink, then?

Yeah, get whatever you want.

So where are you from, then, darling?

I'm from Basildon way myself,

though my sister's out in Romford.

Do you come here often?

Listen, I've got to go.

I haven't even danced for you yet.

You can do it next time. Lovely meeting you.

What the fuck is going on? Oi!

Let me out the fucking cab!

Oi, stop the bloody car.

I wanna get out.

Stop the car!

Have you found Billy the Kid yet?

No.

Keep looking.

Can I help you, sir?

You can, as it happens.

Yeah, I was just looking for a mate of mine.

Private dances only.

Yeah, he just went down there. I...

There are no mates back here.

Is everything all right?

A little problem.

This gentleman is looking for the exit.

I'm sorry.

My mistake.

- Hello? - If you wanna

know what happened to Kenny Knight,

get to Millennium Mills now.

An old friend wants to say hello.

Who is this?

Hello?

No.

No!

Please.

Help me.

What are you doing?

No!

No!

Somebody help me!

Help!

Help!

Pat!

Thank you very much, Will.

Yes, welcome back.

- Hello, darling. - Hello, Jim.

Did you enjoy it last week?

Oh, I did, and the show was fabulous as well.

Tell the audience, Jim, about the game you've got tonight.

No, no.

Why not?

Well, cos they'd want the leftovers.

And they'll moan.

Who's that?

What, am I psychic? How do I know?

Don't worry, you sit on your arse.

I've only been at work all day.

Pat.

What, you actually thought

I didn't know where you lived?

Kim, can you give us a second, please, babe?

Why have I got to leave?

Kim, please.

Make it quick.

What are you playing at?

What are you talking about?

I saw you walk into Platinum Lace, you slippery cunt.

You told me you had a viewing.

I'm trying to find out who done our mate

and you're fucking about with lap dancers?

Fucking hell, Pat, the missus!

You'll get me nicked!

-She fucking earwigs. -Where'd you go?

All right, just keep it down, will you?

I went out the back for a dance. What's the problem?

Been murder at home with her since we had that kid.

I've been like that.

That's the last time you lie to me, Joey.

And by the way,

that ain't just a lap-dancing club, trust me.

Look, I didn't know I had to report to anyone.

But if I upset you, then I apologise.

OK?

Anyway, this'll cheer you up.

I'll pick up the last of that readies tonight.

Good boy.

Has something happened?

Yeah, someone's fucking with me.

-What's happening, Margo? -All right.

-What can I get you? -Just a pint, please.

Your nephew here?

Oy, oy, here he is.

Fucking hell, Bill, you look like shit.

Hey, is your dad all right?

-What? -Some guy at the bar earlier.

Said there was something wrong with your dad.

I told him you was here.

-You did what? -What?

Oh, shit.

Where are you going? Have I done something wrong?

-I've gotta go. -Calm down.

-They're coming for me. -All right.

We'll go to the police together.

I can't. Dad would never forgive me.

Well, then we'll go to your dad.

Oh, yeah?

How's that gonna work?

"Hello, Dad, my mate just got murdered

"while I was buying a load of cocaine.

"Oh, and by the way, I'm queer."

Come here, you.

-I don't know what to do. -Listen.

You've got to stop worrying

about what your dad will think.

He's the one who's got to work it out, not you.

You've got to be true to yourself, yeah?

But regardless, we're family and your dad loves you.

Listen.

You stay here tonight.

Anyone comes in, I ain't seen you.

I'll call Auntie Iris in Manchester.

We put you on a train tomorrow,

give you time to figure out what you're gonna do, yeah?

Looks like I'm not the only one

looking for Billy the Kid.

We'd better get you tooled up, then.

Now, that's more like it.

Fucking hell, are you sure?

Johnny liberated that when he left the army.

It's for emergencies.

Careful with that. It's locked and loaded.

That's perfect.

Now, these are good.

So where you going?

Soho.

But I've gotta make a little stop first.

You know, I loved that boy, Pat.

Whoever they are, you make them suffer.

Trust me, it ends tonight.

I want every boy in that gym spoken to.

Yeah, we're on it.

Michael, try his phone again.

Fergus, I have been.

Then keep fucking trying!

Where's my son?

I don't know.

But don't worry, I'm gonna find him.

Then, what the fuck do you want, Mr Tate?

I just thought I'd pop by and give you

a little bit more scrap.

Oh, really? What's that, then?

Just hang on a wee minute.

Catch.

Fuck!

Oh, fucking hell.

Fucking hell! Heavy, that.

Ah, relax.

They're blanks, just like that prick's grenade.

Thank fuck for that, Fergus. I am busting for a shit.

What's happening, Meg? You all right?

Late again, Stevey?

I'll make it up to you, though, babe.

I promise!

Er, excuse me, mate. You can't go back there, you know?

It's staff only.

Yes, can I help you, gentlemen?

Where is Billy the Kid?

Who? I don't even know a Billy.

I found this for ya.

-Cheers. -And one more thing.

You didn't think I'd forget, did ya?

We know he works here.

I ain't seen him!

I swear to you, I ain't seen him!

Don't lie.

He's gone AWOL, no-one's seen him.

He ain't even turned up for his shifts.

Tell me, have you ever heard the sound

of an eyeball popping?

Look, I promise you, I ain't got a clue where he is.

I don't know and that's the truth.

All right, please! Please, I'll tell you.

I'll tell you!

Make a wish.

Thanks, Auntie, but I really gotta go.

Please, for me.

-Hey. -Come on, man. Easy.

Come on, pick up.

Come on. Come on.

I've been thinking.

I'm gonna talk to Dad and tell him.

Oh, come on.

Pick up.

Pick up the fucking phone.

Can I help you chaps?

Bill, I'm so sorry.

You got exactly three seconds to start talking

and tell me what happened to my mate Kenny.

Or you're gonna fucking join him.

One, two...

Goodnight, mate.

Come on, Charlie, get me home.

Where's Tate?

Does he look like a killer to you?

So let's start from the beginning.

Who set it up?

Some geezer I met in the club.

He saw me selling some gear.

He comes over, says, "Try that."

It was the best bit of coke I've ever had.

He said that if I wanted to step up,

he could connect me to the right people.

I told him it was well out of my league on my own

but I know someone.

And that was Kenny?

The deal was 25k for a kilo.

I told Ken and he said it was sorted.

So I arranged for a meet.

I assumed he'd bring some muscle,

but he turned up on his own.

Where was the meet?

Platinum Lace. Some dude called Mo.

We went into the back.

And...

And the next thing I know...

Where are we?

What's going on, Ken? What's gonna happen?

Don't worry, kid.

You'll be all right.

No.

Fuck you.

Fuck you, you fucking cunt!

Fuck you!

You fucking mug! I'll fucking kill you!

What is it, Ken?

What is it?

Fuck you, get off him!

You better fucking kill me.

Cos I'll fucking do the lot of ya!

Your fucking family.

Everyone!

You are gonna get me in that club.

And I'm gonna kill every last one of them.

-All right, boys? -All right, darling?

-How you doing? -Good. You got a light?

Yeah, there you go.

-Cheers. -What's it like down there?

Full of wankers, as normal.

Hello, sis.

Long time no see.

Guv?

Looks like our other security guard

has had a bit of a guilty conscience.

-Go on. -He's ID'd Tate

as Kenny's partner in the robbery.

They're all in it together.

Get me a warrant.

Hello, mate.

Here, I think I'm lost.

I'm... I've been looking for a toilet.

It's fucking massive, this place!

Been walking around for about half an hour.

There's no toilets here, mate. Fuck off!

You need to leave here now.

Oi!

Sorry.

Get up slowly.

All right, this is Pat. Leave a message.

I warned you, Patrick.

It seems to me you weren't listening carefully enough.

So now we're gonna do things my way.

Time's up.

Stay there.

Where the fuck is Mo?

He's in the war room.

Drop the fucking gun.

Me and Aziz enjoyed killing your friend.

Do you want what he got, huh?

I'm talking to you.

Talk to that, you cunt.

Remember me?

Put the gun down.

Hello, Pat.

Fancy a drink?

What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost.

Hold on a minute. I thought you were...

What? You thought I was dead?

You thought wrong.

Here, have that.

You're gonna need it.

Let me give you a word of advice.

If you're gonna start tying people up and torturing 'em,

what you don't do is let them live to tell the tale.

Ain't that right, Joey?

Yeah, that's right.

No, they don't teach you this down the gym, do they?

You big thick meathead bully.

It's amazing what people will tell you when they hate you.

Yeah, it is. And you're a no-good, wrong 'un cunt.

I've waited so long to kill you.

Oh, shut up, Pat.

You ain't killing anyone. Look at ya. You're spent.

And speaking of killing,

have you heard from Charlotte lately?

Apparently I've heard

she's gone somewhere really hot.

You killed that girl and all of this

over a load of old pills?

No, mate.

Because you and Charlotte

are a pair of dirty, rotten rats

who stole from me and left me for dead.

There's one problem with your little plan.

They weren't my pills, you div.

Me and my brothers,

we don't take too kindly to people stealing our drugs.

Well, well, well, would you look at that?

It's like a little reunion.

Hello, Billy.

That's him. He's the one who set the deal up.

Shut up!

Oof.

Looks like I'm done here.

I'll leave you boys to finish up.

Mo, I'll see you in Ibiza.

Thanks for them.

Ta-ta, Pat.

Joey, nice work, son.

I've been dreaming of this day, Pat.

Fucking dreaming of it.

There's people queuing up to iron you out

yet I get to be the one to do it.

Me, of all people.

Basildon Joe.

I bet you can't believe it.

So what? We doing 'em in here or what?

Come on, let's let the boy go.

He's got nothing to do with this.

Aziz, get rid of them.

Hey, Billy.

Up you get, son. Time to go.

Hands where I can see 'em.

-Let him go. -I hope you are a good shot.

I said, let my boy go.

Dad!

Dad, you're gonna be all right.

You're gonna be all right.

You're gonna be all right, Dad. Hold it.

Dad, we gotta get out of here.

We gotta go.

Come on.

Joe.

-Joey! -Shh!

-Joey! -Shut up!

Joey, help me.

Yeah, good luck with that.

Come on, Dad.

Gotta keep moving. Come on.

You fuck!

Fuck.

That's for Kenny, you cunt.

An eye for an eye.

Fuck.

Ready? Come on.

I've got you, right? I've got you.

Hey. Hey.

You...

are the funniest thing in high heels.

I'm proud of you, boy.

I'm proud of you, Billy.

Dad? Dad?

Dad?

Fuck.

Fuck.

I need to get out of here! Is there another way out?

Someone's trying to kill me!

Get out of my fucking way!

Fuck it.

Excuse me. Excuse me, I need your help.

Please, fellas. Fellas. I need your help.

Please help. Please help me!

-Someone's trying to kill me! -Fuck off!

Sorry, fellas, please.

Help me, someone's trying to kill me.

What's your problem?

- Ah, fuck! - What's your fucking problem?

Fuck!

Oi, mate, what you doing?

No, Pat, please.

I'm sorry.

I got a baby, Pat.

I got a little girl.

Oi!

Stop, wait!

Wait!

Go! Go, go!

You're in second, you're third. Go, go, go!

Come on, put your back into it.

He's not here, guv!

There you go.

Passport and ten grand.

Thanks, mate.

For what it's worth,

I got the man that killed Kenny.

And I was that close to the other two.

Well, I wouldn't worry.

These things have a way of working themselves out,

don't they?

So where now?

I got a little score to settle.

Hey, Terry. How was your flight?

Mr Fisher to you.

So, did Hexell go for it?

Tell me about Ibiza.

How does 250,000 pills grab you?

By the balls.

Like a lamb to the slaughter.

Drive on, Frankie.

Don't worry, it's all there.

Terry tells me you are in distribution.

For the right product.

This is not Marbella, Mr Greener.

Ibiza has become a feeding ground for the elite.

The rich and powerful who want to get high.

So the demand is big.

But so are the problems.

Well, I'm good at solving problems.

The island is becoming like the Wild West.

The Russians, the Albanians,

the Irish, and the Dutch.

All trying to take control.

Now, Mr Greener, if you can handle that...

then we are in business.

We can handle anything.

Two hundred and fifty thousand ecstasy pills.

The best you will ever find.

Well, I'll be the judge of that.

Partners, then.

Can I get anything else for you, sir?

No, thank you.

I've got everything I need.