ALARM SOUNDS
Jin! Jin!
SPEAKS MANDARIN:
ALARM CLICKS OFF
MUSIC PLAYS IN HEADPHONES - HE HUMS
BIKE BRAKES SQUEAK - MAN: Oh!
Bastard! - Piss off!
HE SINGS: ♪ Love is lovely ♪
LADY JUSTICE: At 6:07am on the morning of November 29th
Jin Weijun started his shift
at the Eldon street branch of Café 66.
Uh, boss, boss? It's after time, boss.
It's morning rush, Jin. OK?
Give me 15 more minutes and then you can break.
HE SPEAKS MANDARIN:
NATALIE: Ah, you wuss. Just put 'em on. - TARA: Hurry up.
Are the loos back 'ere?
Uh, for customers only. - Yeah, I'll buy something after.
Hi, I'm Emily. Sorry, I didn't get your name.
GUNFIRE - PEOPLE SCREAM
WOMAN YELLS
ALARM SOUNDS - MAN: Get out!
Boss...
Boss, fire escape.
Fire escape, go now.
GUNSHOT
PEOPLE SCREAM
Fire escape.
It's OO, there.
Come on, fire escape there.
LOUD BANGING - A WOMAN SCREAMS
Hey.
Bastard.
JIN GRUNTS
LADY JUSTICE: At approximately 10:33am
Jin Weijun was shot.
He was pronounced dead at 11:47am
by doctors at London City Hospital.
I should like to state for the record
that Mr Jin's selfless action that day
saved multiple lives.
SHARON: Yeah, I see Nige now and again.
Zipping past in that little lorry of his
Yeah? - SHARON: Skittle says he'd rather
spend another ten years inside
than get in a car with him.
Skittle still write ya?
Yeah, when he remembers.
I wish I could get down there and see him.
He's always asking after you.
Yeah?
Yeah, he reckons all that sunshine must have baked your head by now.
I told him, "Charlie's still Charlie."
Still likes to check in on everybody.
What else can I tell you?
Ah, you know Dom went and got "gay married."
GABE SCOFFS
I'm not surprised.
He always was a bit of a snappy dresser, wasn't he?
Now, the Queen shits in the woods
and you're still a half decent shag aren't ya?
Shut up!
What time's your flight? - It's early.
I'll get straight off the plane and straight to work.
I'll be back in a couple of months - Hm...
I think I'd do alright in Florida. - Yeah.
I wish, babe.
THEY KISS
GABE CONTINUES TO DRUM HIS HANDS
CHOIR MUSIC PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND
GABE: Hey Nige.
Oh, don't cack yourself.
HE LAUGHS I ain't stalkin' ya.
Sharon told me you was 'ere, I couldn't resist.
Oh, little gossip, isn't she?
Yeah, people don't change do they?
That they don't, no.
What can I do you for?
I dunno... HE STUTTERS
Bumping into you the other day
it was like kicking over an old stone.
Lot of bad memories that hadn't seen daylight in donkey's.
Yeah.
Everything that went down back then, you know?
Me and you.
I just never got the chance to put it right.
It's no bother, you know. Show's gotta go on.
Bothers me.
We shared a lot of spit.
I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
Right.
Hope that's enough for you.
DOOR OPENS
GABE: Many thanks, mate.
What a shit hole!
Huh, yeah.
Hey, I managed to sneak this
past the old guard down there.
You still a scotch man?
Mardy Charlie, always a bad influence, huh?
Told you I've not touched a drop for seven years now.
Well, I thought you just meant the skag, though.
Well, you know, one to the other, that's what we say in the programme.
Got you on the good book instead?
Comes with the room.
Oh, yeah?
You marked out all your favourite bits?
Piss off! Need something to put me asleep.
GABE: Lord be praised
for I see before me a new man.
Well, I am.
Five years inside, do that to ya.
Yeah. - You was...
smart enough to get out when you did.
Hey, I was just lucky.
Yeah, well some men got luck born in them.
What was it they used to call you down in Keighley?
Oh, yeah.
Nigel Theresa, ah. HE SNIFFS
Not for a long time now, though.
No, the saint of skag-heads.
Ah, that's right.
Ah, they all knew. Eh?
You see Nige
they'd sort you out with a dose no matter how skint you was.
Yeah. - Yeah.
I remember Skittles going mental when he found out you was over there
sharing needles with them brown boys.
I stood up for you.
I told him, I said, "This is a junkie thing, it's nothing to do with race."
You wanna fix Nigel, you gotta get him cleaned up.
Yeah, yeah, man.
Wouldn't let it go, would he?
Well, weren't in his nature I know, so...
Whose idea was it to cut them doses with battery acid?
Come on!
You don't think Skittles was bragging about it
the minute them bodies started popping up?
That were all him, it weren't me.
Never proved 'ote anyway did they, so...
Yeah, well someone had to go down there and give it to 'em.
No Paki was buying off Skittles, not with his reputation.
You want a hot dose
you gotta see "the Saint"
Nigel Theresa
rolling round Keighley with a smile on his face
dolling out the ten pence pistols
nothing in the good book's gonna save you from that.
Get out.
It's just a trip down memory lane.
HE SHOUTS: Get out! - NIGEL GRUNTS
NIGEL SOBS
There...
There he is...
Oh...
I'll see you around.
DOOR CLOSES - NIGEL SOBS
Fuck!
NIGEL SOBS Fuck!
EXPLOSION ECHOES - AKASH: Come on, man!
Alright, yo, wait for me to re-spawn.
NASIR: No, no, Kash. Don't stop, no, no, no.
I'll shoot who I want, bruv. - NASIR: Great.
NASIR: Now I'm down half a life.
Shoot him, shoot him.
Seen my hoodie? - NASIR: You seen me shooting.
Get up. - GUNFIRE FROM GAME
Are you blind, can you not see I'm playing a game?
Don't sit on my clothes then!
Dickhead. - AKASH: I swear we've got a modder
in this survey, you know. Checkpoint B!
What's going on in the world?
MUSIC ON TV BLARES
SADIA: Where are you off to?
RAZA: Late shift.
They work you too hard there.
Remember it's a job, not a career.
RAZA: Anyway Dadir said Gramos had texted him in the morning
then he's gonna tell me where to meet.
GABE: Any ideas what they want you to do?
"Bring a passport". That's all I was told.
Just a passport? Not a change of clothes?
Nope.
Bruv, what do I do if they want to put me in a plane to Albania?
You get on it! - For real? Like, are you serious?
OO, so...
Say if they hand me a suicide vest?
You want me to put it on?
That's not gonna happen.
RAZA: You don't know that.
You just focus on the task at hand.
Focus on tomorrow.
Focus on whether or not your mum stays in this country.
You're like a deeply unpleasant person, anybody ever told you that?
GABE: Plenty. Most of them are behind bars.
DOOR OPENS
DOOR CLOSES
HOLLY: You're wearing your wedding ring.
Yeah, I am married.
I thought you only wore it at home.
Well that's that theory busted.
But you think the DAC will respect you more if you project a stable home life?
HE SCOFFS It's not complicated.
There's the "me" that's on the job
and there's the "me" that's at home.
Except today you're both.
WOMAN: DS Waters, DC Morton.
DOOR OPENS - GABE: Thank you.
Alright, the DAC, he's old school, so...
when you first speak, stand and introduce yourself.
Cheers - GABE: Alright.
ROSE: Meet the Albanians.
The Gramos family
except none of them are Gramos
and we can assume, none of them are family.
All aliases.
Their names trace back to a cemetery in Pristina.
We don't know when they set up shop in London
but they arrived on SC's radar last year
when they muscled the Turks out of the East End.
Were they active during Kosovo?
I'm DC Holly Morton, sir, from CTSU.
I prepare the background sweep on the subjects.
Good for you, sit down and answer the question.
I have a... - We matched a tattoo on one of the subjects
to an insignia popular with the Kosovo Liberation Army.
Half of that force was Mujahideen.
El Adoua prayed on the young and hopeless.
Your men here, don't match the profile.
Thus far, we've been operating under the belief
that El Adoua came to London to establish a cell
but the alias we have got to go on is "Big Shot".
It is possible his contact here runs up the ladder, not down
and Mr Igli Gramos is certainly a rung above.
Based on SC's intel, the Gramos family have cornered the market on prostitution
trafficking and narcotics in East London.
But where's the penthouse? Where's the Ferrari and the models?
Their business is dirty but they're living clean.
That money's going elsewhere.
DC Morton has gathered some solid intel on this, sir.
We tracked an account
linked to their shell company
DDLM Consulting.
It has a standing balance of ã300
but every week there's a cash deposit of 50,000.
Sits in the account for 24 hours before it disappears.
Money man.
HOLLY: Yes, sir, two and a half million a year.
Judging by the Turin and Rotterdam attack sales
that's enough to fund five El Adouas.
If they stay true to form, their next outgoing will be tomorrow.
We'll need to make an application for financials and directed surveillance.
You get it on my desk, I'll authorise.
Thank you, sir.
Follow the money.
"Stand up and introduce yourself"?
Well, at least now he knows who you are.
I'll be honest
I think your case is dog shit.
HOLLY: OK - NAEEMAH: Suppositions on suppositions.
"The Gramos family trace back to the KLA."
"Maybe the Mujtahid", "They're sending money overseas."
"Maybe they're funding terror networks."
All you actually have to connect them to El Adoua, is a shoddy nickname.
"Big Shot"?
I call my hubby that after a good shag
doesn't make him cosy with terrorists.
Well, maybe we should put a warrant out on your husband?
Naeemah.
Six? I thought you couldn't run domestic ops?
NAEEMAH: They let me in the room if I promise to behave.
It takes a hefty pair of bollocks
to have the DAC sign off on the word of one source.
We didn't mention a source.
Oh, come on.
CTSU can't tell the time of day without asking an asset first.
Where d'you find him?
Pop-up mosque above a kebab shop?
What does it matter?
Our source is reliable.
NAEEMAH: Hm, let's hope so.
If you want, I can have my analyst run him or her
or whoever through our grid.
That's very charitable of you.
What do you think, Holly? - Yeah.
Sure, whatever you want, name, NI number...
As a matter of fact we're meeting the source later if you want to tag along.
Admit it. Almost had you.
Find your own assets.
Why are we starting so early for?
He said be here at this time and we're here at this time.
Did he say to look out for anything?
Dunno, just said look for a black cab.
RAZA: Black cab?
Helpful.
What have we got these passports for anyway? Like, we're in a carwash.
Rizla, you begged me to bring you here. I brought you here, calm yourself.
INDISTINCT CHATTER FROM CARWASH WORKERS
Thank you.
CAR HORN BEEPS
DADIR: Alright, here we go. Don't talk or anything, yeah?
Bring your passport?
Yeah, where we going? France or some shit?
Not you, him.
Well, like he's going France and I'm not!
No one's going to France.
Raza, get in the car.
He ain't going nowhere with you, you're rude, man.
What's the passports for?
You want to play with your friend or you want to make money?
Wallahi- it's both of us or it's neither of us.
Yo.
DADIR: Hey, Rizla...
DADIR: Bruva, what are you doing? - RAZA: Sorry bruv.
I need the work - DADIR: Rizla!
DADIR: Rizla!
Oh, woah.
What are you do... What's wrong with you?
Woah, easy bruv, hey what's he doing?
I don't have nothing, there's nothing in there.
Bruv, what is he doing?
That's my phone, that's my phone, hey!
Hey, hey, look. There's nothing on there, yeah?
What are you doing?
Bruv, that's my fucking phone!
No one's calling you today.
We buy you a better one.
Oh!
CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO
RAZA: So what we doin' anyway?
You know what is "hawala "?
What, like them dodgy banks?
Yeah, my mum uses them to send eidi back to Pakistan.
Today you're gonna send a lot of eidis.
We go to the hawala, I give you the money and number.
You go inside, make a deposit.
Can you do it, Chessmaster?
MAN HUMS ALONG WITH THE MUSIC
INDISTINCT CHATTER
INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO
Looking for a phone?
Got a Samsung...
iPhone referbs, better than brand new.
I need to send some money.
Let me pull on my hawala hat.
Domestic or international?
Uh... here.
HE TAPS ON KEYPAD
MAN: International.
Right, I'm gonna need to see your passport.
How much we sending?
Um... I actually forgot...
Anything over a thousand has to go through compliance.
CHANGE JINGLES
Well, look at that...
Nine hundred and ninety-nine pounds.
TENSE MUSIC
Echo 1, stay with this subject we'll wait with the UC.
OFFICER ON RADIO: Roger that, see you in a few.
HOLLY ON POLICE RADIO: Echo 1 to Kilo 1, you're clear.
Find out what denomination the source's deposit was in.
IMRAN: My dear, this isn't HSBC. Hawalas are very secretive.
They don't give out information easily.
HOLLY ON POLICE RADIO: Kilo 1, just buy something.
IMRAN: And what do you think that will achieve?
GABE ON POLICE RADIO: It gets you a look in the cash register.
It'll be the notes on top.
OFFICER ON POLICE RADIO: Subject leaving the premises.
I'm eyes on.
OFFICER ON POLICE RADIO: Subject making the transfer now.
OFFICER ON POLICE RADIO: Let's get a background on Almaz Electronics
OFFICER 2 ON POLICE RADIO: Hotel 1...
we have the money ready for pickup.
GABE ON POLICE RADIO: Echo 1, heading East on Hackney road.
Subject pulling over. You roger that?
RAZA: So, what... They got hawala in here?
LORIK: No, they have good kebabs.
GABE: Hey, is your waitress on her shift today?
INDISTINCT CHATTER IN ALBANIAN
WAITRESS: Two chicken doners and one mixed grill.
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry... - RAZA: Woah!
SHE WHISPERS: Follow me.
HAMDI, IN ALBANIAN: What's she doing? - Uh...
It's alright, it's fine, it's OK. - I really need to... uh, yeah
Uh... you need fizzy water...
for your shirt. Come on, I'll do it for you.
Woah!
Where are you going?
WAITRESS: I really need to clean his shirt.
What? You want me smelling like kebab all day?
IN ALBANIAN: Let him go, otherwise he'll make me feel sick later.
WAITRESS: Come in here.
RAZA: Don't I know you?
You were Yousef's girl, right?
At the funeral... - Yo, Raza.
As-Salaam-Alaikum, bruv.
Wa-Alaikum-Salaam.
How you doing?
Alhamdulillah, I'm good.
What you doin' in here?
RAZA: Um, I'm just grabbing a bite to eat, man.
Look, don't worry about them, darling just keep your eyes on the girl.
Your handler sent me.
So they've got you running around hawalas all day, have they?
How many more drops?
Are you a cop?
I don't know.
Are you a snitch?
How many more deposits?
I don't know, a bunch.
IMRAN: Hazard a guess. What, say, fifty?
Yeah, about that. - OK.
IMRAN: Twenties.
You put one of those into each deposit
and you swap like for like.
The amount doesn't change, 999 every time.
DOOR OPENS - LORIK: Raza, let's go.
Yo, easy bruv, it's good to see you, yeah?
Take care of yourself. Next time get it in your mouth!
RAZA: Uh, just one sec.
It's nearly out. - LORIK: I buy you a new shirt.
No, bruv, I like this one.
No, you like her touching you.
But she's spoken for.
LORIK: You gonna have beautiful child.
IN ALBANIAN: Like mother, like daughter.
SHE LAUGHS
It's a boy.
You already know?
Amazing...
what these doctors can do now
Let's go, Raza.
Alright, just one sec.
HAMDI, IN ALBANIAN: I'm going to the toilet.
LORIK: OK. Quick.
DOOR OPENS
DOOR SWINGS SHUT
Is that Yousef's?
Don't forget your money.
DOOR OPENS
How's he getting on?
Ah, well... how to put this, um...
The boy is shitting himself.
And I suppose touching cloth is the name of the game.
Echo 1, they're on the move.
Echo 1, you stay with him.
We're taking Kilo 1 back to the station.
OFFICER ON POLICE RADIO: Foxtrot 1, we're eyes on.
SCHOOL BELL RINGS
Have some shame sisters.
No one wants to be seeing all that.
GIRL 1 LAUGHS: Weirdo! - GIRL 2: Crazy Kash.
GIRL 1: Whatever!
AKASH: You'll know about it.
NASIR: What's up bro?
What you saying bro?
Skip lady called me, yeah?
They've put one out by Owik Fit.
We gotta replace the crank shaft, innit.
Let's go.
SADIA: Nasir!
What are you doing here?
I finished work early.
I was talking to your form teacher. - What were you doing that for?
Checking up on my son.
Actually she said you're not doing so bad so I thought I'd treat you to see a film.
Can't. Gotta fix this crank shaft.
Hey. Your mum's asked you to the cinema
and that's where you gotta go.
Beta, introduce me to your friend.
Hello.
Akash.
Me and Oash got some work to do.
Well, why don't you join us?
I can't be going to the cinema.
All the dancing girls?
It's all haram, innit.
AKASH: Right...
This crank shaft ain't gonna find itself.
Right, in a bit...
Akash seems quite a character.
How old is he?
What's that matter? He's my mate.
Well, tell your mate it isn't the dancing girls that'll kill him
it'll be the bloody cigarettes.
I hope you're not smoking.
Look, Akash is old enough to smoke.
I'm not trying to stop him.
Well, you should invite him over for dinner, maybe.
Dinner? - Yeah.
With you? - Oh, you're embarrassed of me?
SHE LAUGHS: I am way cooler than you, sunshine.
LORIK: Last one, Chessmaster.
IN ALBANIAN: Come on quickly! Go! Get up!
Let's go.
Be quick.
I want to deposit.
MAN MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY
IGLI: Raza Shar.
IGLI SPEAKS IN URDU: Welcome to my home.
Huh?
You play backgammon?
Or only chess?
I don't really even play chess, Mr Gramos.
This game
you roll high
it's easy to win.
You roll low
it's easy to lose.
But luck only lasts so long.
In the end you need strategy.
Your friend Dadir...
I know what he wants
but he has no strategy.
He's going to lose.
And you...
You have strategy
but I don't know what you want.
Why are you playing the game, Raza?
Not really a choice is it?
Just trying to make it through the days.
It's been a long day.
Go home.
What about the last deposit?
That is for you.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
ANSWER PHONE VOICE: This is Redwood Virtual Office, Orlando.
We have a message for...
GABE'S VOICE RECORDED: Charlie Goodman
SHARON: Charlie...
I'm so sorry...
It's Nigel... they...
they found him, and um, well...
SHE SIGHS ...and well, there was nothing I could do.
I'm so sorry, sweetheart. - MESSAGE BEEPS OFF
INDISTINCT CHATTER
EMILY: Do you want a cuppa tea?
MUSIC PLAYS ON TV: - ROSE: Oh, lovely, thank you.
EMILY: Lori, look who's here.
Oh, good morning, auntie Rose.
Don't mind me precious one.
The house is coming along.
EMILY: Slow and steady.
Gabe's still asleep.
Didn't get in till late, thought he could use a lie in.
Thanks for letting me borrow him.
More like the other way round, isn't it?
Shall I let him know you're here?
ROSE: Ah, don't bother.
I'll take it up.
Sure.
You know where he is.
KNOCKING ON THE DOOR
Oh, hey. Hello.
HE SIGHS
What was the name of that dog you had?
HE SIGHS
Ruby.
Remember how upset you were
when I told you you had to give her up?
Yeah, well you were right.
I could hardly go under cover plastered in dog hair.
The less they know...
Anyway it worked out in the end.
Found her a good home.
No, Gabriel, you didn't.
I say you walking her once
about two years after you told me you gave her up.
Four in the morning...
I remember.
I was driving home from an all-nighter.
I thought about mowing you and bloody Ruby down.
Then it struck me.
For two years
you must have walked her every morning before sun up.
Picked every tuft of hair off your uniform.
I'd been in that little flat you had.
Not a stray bone, tennis ball...
nothing.
Still can't wrap my head around where you hid the bitch.
So, instead of hitting you with my Volvo
I went home and wrote a recommendation for you
to level one.
If you could hide that dog from me
you could hide anything from anybody.
I built her a kennel on the fire escape.
Nigel Briggs passed away.
Nige?
How did that happen?
Overdose.
I thought it better, you hear it from me.
That's so weird.
I ran into him the other day, he looked clean.
You didn't mention that in your duty state.
Well, I didn't want to worry you.
I'm paid to worry.
You're paid to lie.
But not to me.
Yes, guv.
They're not your friends.
PUNCH CARD MACHINE WHIRS
MAN: See you tomorrow!
What the fuck you doing, bruv? - Shut up Rizla, where are you going?
To the shop. - Shit, not now you're not.
You're taking me to Gramos.
Thanks to you, they've shut me out.
I thought it was better one of us take the work.
We can split the money, no worries.
Don't want that prick's money, Rizla.
That man killed Yousef.
Igli killed Yousef?
Why else do you think I'm trying to get close to them Albanians?
Except you keep kamikazi-ing my moves, don't you?
Bruv, I thought... HE SIGHS
I just thought you were a dealer.
Wallahi, do I look like some road man to you?
Rizla?
Yes. - Oh, my days.
When we met you got busted for dealing.
I wasn't dealing, I was on a night out sharking like you.
Shit. Sorry, bruv...
Shit, sorry, I don't want your fucking sorry.
Take me to Gramos.
What are you gonna do? - What do you think I'm gonna do, huh?
Bruv, that's a bad idea right there.
Rizla, I'm not here for your dead input, alright?
You need to start walking now.
Bruv, he's legit.
He'll be ready for you.
You're either helping him or you're helping me, Rizla, which one is it?
I think I know where we can go. - OK...
But you need to trust, definitely not be waving that around.
RAZA: Come on.
What are we doing?
DADIR: Igli Gramos is not gonna be coming into here.
Hey.
Can I take your order.
Why are you bringing me to her? What's wrong with you?
Champagne please, three glasses.
You have one more joining you?
Yeah, you.
Come, sit down, join us.
I can't. - Yeah.
I don't think that's a good idea. - Shh.
Why can't you drink with us?
Because I'm at work.
Tell him why you can't drink.
SHE SIGHS
And I'm pregnant.
La-de-dah.
Name in the hat for the dad is it?
DADIR SNIGGERS - Yeah.
Yousef?
RAZA: Yeah.
You're gonna be an uncle.
DADIR SCREAMS: Woo-hoo!
HE SHOUTS: I'm gonna be an uncle!
THE CAFE PATRONS CLAP AND CHEER
DADIR LAUGHS
DEEP, SOMBRE MUSIC
INDISTINCT CHATTER IN THE STREET
CAR DOORS SLAM - ENGINE STARTS
DOOR OPENS
Are you serious?
I've just waved Lori off.
I know, I'm sorry.
SHE GROANS
This is a tired routine, isn't it?
When the bat signal goes up there's nothing I can say about it.
Well, you could say, "Sorry Mr Terrorist, my wife cleared her whole weekend
she even bought a new top
now she'll have to look fucking fantastic all by herself!"
Well, that's not gonna work is it, eh?
You always look fantastic. - Oh, God...
Ems!
THEY KISS
I'll be back as quick as I can.
Oh, take your time.
Mum won't want to give her back.
I'm gonna get drunk.
Don't... SHE SNIGGERS
SHE SIGHS
EMILY: Gabe? No, Gabe's out.
You just missed him, I'm afraid.
Have you tried him on his mobile?
Me? Just this and that.
To yours?
Yeah, why don't we do that?
ONOCKING ON DOOR
INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV
AKASH: You just got these developed?
Don't bother with those, probably shit.
No, they're pretty skilled when they're not blurry.
The lens has got no auto-focus
have to eyeball it.
AKASH: No way...
NASIR: What is it? - I know this one.
Did she come and visit you, too?
Yeah, she was on about Raz getting molested.
What are you talking about bro? No one got molested, she's a cop.
Yo.
Food's ready.
Raza, you remember that ex-girlfriend
you was on about? The one that scared the shit out of Ammi?
Was she a cop?
What? Give me that.
No, she's not a cop.
She didn't even work at the school.
Well, she came to my house with another cop, trying to recruit me.
Told 'em "No way, I don't snitch."
Oh, that right, Kash?
They the same cops that watch you jerk off through your TV?
Forget about her.
Don't worry about that.
He's like a dick, all the time now.
SADIA SHOUTS: Dinner's ready!
SADIA: Come on! - You hungry?
AKASH: I can't be eating at your table.
Well, what do you mean?
I don't break bread with kuffars.
What?
Your dad is always drinking.
Raza is like a straight up road man.
Everyone knows it in Bridgetown.
And that woman...
pretending to be your mum, living with three unmarried men!
That's a whore, bro!
Don't take it personal.
She's not even your family.
Later, yeah?
TV DOCUMENTARY: ...is a toothed whale belonging to
the oceanic dolphin family...
AKASH: Good night, Mrs Shar.
SADIA: Oh, I thought you were staying to eat with us?
I was going to interrogate you!
My nan needs me back.
Thanks, anyway.
OK.
SADIA: Bye.
Nar shouldn't be hanging out with him.
He's got funny ideas.
Nasir, your food's getting cold!
NASIR: I'm not hungry.
I didn't ask if you're bloody hungry!
What's going on with you, huh?
When are we gonna meet this girl you're seeing?
RAZA: Never!
She dumped me.
I can't see why.
You're so charming...
CAR LOCK BEEPS
CAR APPROACHES
EMILY: I was surprised you weren't on call with Gabe today.
HOLLY: Some assets he runs alone.
He likes to keep me in the dark.
You sure you don't mind?
No, at least you opened the window.
My sister smokes in bed sometimes.
You know, the sad thing is, when I get home I will sneak in the back
throw my clothes in the laundry
shower, mouthwash and then I will douse my hands in vinegar.
The lengths we go to lie to the ones we love!
But he still knows you smoke.
Are you asking me, "Why do I fucking bother"?
I don't know.
Sometimes I think, why does he get to hoard all the truth?
Don't you mind how much he keeps from you?
I would, but for my sins I married him.
Am I the only one that's drinking?
MEGAN: Hey, Holls do we have anything to eat?
I need sustenance.
Oh, hey, Holl's friend.
Emily, this is my sister, Megan.
What are you guys up to?
Your sister's interrogating me!
I can imagine, what about?
My husband.
Be careful!
I used to call her "the blood hound".
One sniff and she'd bark you out of the tree.
She's exaggerating. - MEGAN: Definitely not!
What was it, the miles on Dad's car?
If you are hungry there are some left over noodles
in the fridge. - Wait what's this about miles on the car?
What our dad? I'm telling it now!
Our dad had an affair on mum for...
literally most of our childhood?
He went all in.
Two phones, two bank accounts
PO box
sophisticated, but...
he wasn't counting on the bloodhound.
Eleven years old, Holly sniffed him out.
Eleven?
It wasn't complicated.
The miles on his car didn't make sense, his office was only down the street.
Jesus!
How did you tell your mum?
We didn't.
Megan didn't think it was a good idea.
To be fair I was only 15.
I thought she was better off not knowing.
EMILY: What she still doesn't know?
She found out.
When he left her six years later.
Six years didn't change the truth, what did it matter?
FRIDGE DOOR OPENS - MEGAN: You said noodles?
FRIDGE DOOR SLAMS - MEGAN: Alright...
I'm out again.
Stay in the tree, Holly's friend.
DOOR OPENS - Sorry about her.
No. - DOOR SLAMS
At least I know now why you invited me over.
You don't think my husband's at work, do you?
No.
Do you?
Do you think he's having an affair?
Is that what you're afraid of?
No...
What I'm afraid of is, I don't think I know who he is.
Who else would he be?
I think, today, he's...
Charlie.
EMILY SNIGGERS
How do you know that name?
I overheard it. Some woman on the phone calling him, "her Charlie".
Recently?
The other day.
Why?
I don't know what I can say... - Don't do that.
I'm not like you.
I can't see the miles on the car
or maybe I don't want to fucking see them. I don't know.
But whoever Charlie is, I do not want my daughter finding out first.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
MICROPHONE HUMS
Nigel was dear to many of us
but none among you
knew him like this young man.
Next up on stage
he steps across the pond into our hearts
the master of disaster himself...
I give ya...
Mr Charlie Goodman.
CROWD APPLAUDS AND CHEERS
MAN IN AUDIENCE: Tell him, tell him, tell him.
MAN 2: Go on Charlie! - Cheers Pat.
I know that Nige is up there watching us
and he'd want us to have a fucking riot.
AUDIENCE CHEERS
So let's give him one!
Go on, Pat.
DANCE MUSIC STARTS
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
PHONE KEEPS RINGING
GABE'S VOICE ON ANSWERPHONE: Post Office, leave a message.
Bruv, where are you?
I've been calling you all night, I'm at the carwash.
Gramos is literally about to pick me up.
RAZA SIGHS - VEHICLE APPROACHES
Your phone.
You just gave me this one. - You want him to search you again?
VAN DOOR CLICKS - RAZA: Yo.
It's late. We making more deposits?
LORIK: Just one.
VAN DOOR SLIDES - HEAVY THUD IN VAN
VAN DOOR SLIDES SHUT
What the fuck is this? - Get in.
RAZA: What we doing? - Get in.
No, man. I'm not getting involved in this, man.
I'm not getting involved.
RAZA: Where are we?
Where the hell are we?
Yo. - What are you doing to him?
MUFFLED SHOUTING
IGLI: We found your friend under a rock.
MUFFLED SOBBING - RAZA: Mr Gramos, this is mental.
What are we doing out here? - IGLI: Your friend is a rat.
Snitch? No, Dadir's no snitch.
Believe me, it's not possible.
Someone has been talking to police.
If it's not him, tell me who.
IGLI: Huh?
IGLI: His brother is killed, he's angry, he wants to hurt me.
Then he starts talking.
Never stops.
What is this, bruv?
No way, no, no fucking way.
IGLI: You were on the board...
you play the game.
DADIR WAILS
MUFFLED SHOUTS
Behind the ear, he feels nothing.
DADIR SOBS
RAZA: Oh, come on!
Come on, this is fucked.
No, I'm not doing this.
Then kill them both.
RAZA: Wait, wait, wait, wait...
Oh!
Don't do that, put your hand down.
Put your hand down.
Are you going to shoot me?
RAZA: I don't want to shoot anybody.
This is not wise strategy.
Look, we can all just go home.
All you want to do...
is just go home.
No.
Only killers can go home.
GUN CLICKS
THEY ALL LAUGH
LAUGHING: Wow!
GUN CLICKS - THEY CONTINUE TO LAUGH
IGLI: Wow! - HAMDI SPEAKS ALBANIAN
MEN LAUGH AND SPEAK ALBANIAN
Next time I see you the gun will have bullets.
LORIK: We didn't kill your brother, huh?
Luck...
will only last you for so long.
LORIK WHISTLES - Hey!
Your phone. - INDISTINCT CHATTER
IGLI: Good bye, Chessmaster.
IGLI LAUGHS
DADIR: MUFFLED SHOUTING
Rizla!
Wallahi, I thought you were gonna bury me brother.
DADIR GIGGLES I thought you were gonna shoot me.
Are you laughing? Are you serious?
I can't be carrying you bruv, I got my own shit!
Should have clapped you!
DADIR PANTING - What you sayin'? You alright, yeah?
DADIR: Rizla?
No, not really.
MAN SINGS: ♪ This looks like a December day... ♪
What are you sniffing at?
My deodorant run out? - No!
Well, yeah, but I like it.
I know it.
It never changes.
You put a blindfold on me, I could sniff you out under water.
SHE SNIGGERS
You'd have to learn to swim first. - Oh, shut up!
Let me enjoy the moment while I've got ya.
Never know when I'll get you back again.
MAN: I thought we ordered pizzas
not bloody curries!
SHARON: Oh, jeez. - MEN LAUGH
I got a plain, and a Hawaiian for Charlie?
Yeah, over here, mate.
Here, check that Gupta for TNT before he gets too close.
MEN AT BAR LAUGH
How much is it, mate?
Eight... nine quid.
Well what is it? Eight or fucking nine?
MAN CHUCKLES - Uh, eight.
Do you want me to put it in your pocket for ya?
MEN LAUGH - Eh?
Put your pizza down.
Take your money.
There you go. Step by step we'll get there won't we?
I thought this lot were supposed to be good at maths?
MEN LAUGH
GABE: Oi, you forgot your tip.
Don't worry about it.
Come on, you've been a good sport.
I don't need your fucking money, bruv.
MEN: Oooh! - SHARON: What did he just say?
What did you call me?
MAN: Shit!
The nuts on him!
You gonna let him walk away like that?
Fuck, go and sort him out.
GABE: Lock that fucking door.
MUSIC: "December Day" by Willie Nelson ♪ As my memories race back to ♪
♪ Love's eager beginning ♪
♪ Reluctant to play with the thoughts of the ending ♪
♪ The ending that won't go away ♪
♪ And this looks like a December day. ♪
GABE: It's clean.
What's clean?
We don't know where it's headed but now we know where it's from.
Are you asking me to guess? - Royal Mint.
The serial numbers from the hawala deposits came back.
No history. Never even been in circulation.
That doesn't make sense.
It's money laundering. - HOLLY: The miles don't add up.
The money's getting dirty, not clean.
Who would do that?
KEY PAD BEEPS
LOCK CLANKS OPEN
HOLLY: Igli Gramos is her asset.
MI6 sending money to Syria to finance... What faction's in favour at the moment?
Don't gloat, it's gauche.
Why are you getting in our way?
Who do you think I'm fighting over there?
Say what you will about Igli Gramos but he's not Daesh.
He doesn't go anywhere near my source again, understood?
You don't have to worry about, Raza.
From what I understand
he can handle himself.
You know what the problem with counter terror is?
We're big and robust, so we look for equal and opposite
and then you have Daesh
ordering followers to stab any passer by on the street.
Big doesn't always mean big.
Well, we're not gonna stop her? - Stop what?
El Adoua's got nothing to do with that money.
All I heard was that Igli Gramos isn't our "Big Shot".
RAZA PUFFS QUICKLY - SAL: One, two...
One, two, slip, slip.
One, two, slip.
Add some rolls.
Yeah, there you go.
Let's go, some hooks at the end.
RAZA GRUNTS - SAL: One more of those.
RAZA GRUNTS - There you go.
There you go. - RAZA GRUNTS
SAL: Well done.
SAL: Woo! Gettin' it all out this morning!
Yo, you've got to shorten that hook though, come in closer, create that torque.
Alright, and your footwork was getting sloppy at the end there.
Right, three minutes. Every second counts.
RAZA PANTS
SAL: Wake up, let's go.
What? You thought you were done?
Ready when you are.
Big Shot.
Ain't been called that in a while.
When did you hang up the gloves?
I know what you're doing here.
You're stalling. Come on.
Let's go.
There you go.
RAZA PUFFS QUICKLY
And again.
SAL: There you go.
RAZA PUFFS - SAL: Good man.
SAL: And again, one more.
DANCE MUSIC PLAYS