This is Western DMG.
Excuse me. Miss...
On the morning of November the 29th, Wesley Ndoyo departed
West India Quay Station, through the Eldon Street exit.
At 10:30am, Mr Ndoyo entered the Eldon Street branch of Cafe 66.
Here you go.
Oh, thank you so much.
- Where did I leave it? - On the DLR.
You're lucky I grabbed it. It would have ended up in Shadwell.
Wait, you got off the train for me?
I guess so, yeah.
That's amazing. Let me give you something.
What? Nah, man. No, seriously.
I've only got the debit anyway.
Don't worry about it, yeah? We've all been there.
I really hope not.
- Are you all right? - Yes. Um...
Sorry.
Let me buy you a coffee or a tea, maybe, anything?
- Please. - All right, you twisted my arm.
- I'll have a coffee. - Double shot for me today, I think.
I'm Emily. Sorry, I didn't get your name.
GUNSHOT, GLASS BREAKING
SCREAMING, MORE GUNSHOTS
MAN SHOUTS
Mate, just put that down.
GUNSHOT
Oh, my God!
At 10:32am,
Mr Ndoyo was shot by the assailant
in the Eldon Street branch of Cafe 66.
Mr Ndoyo was pronounced dead at the scene.
You were at your office when you were first made aware
of the attack, is that correct?
That's correct.
What did you know at that moment in time?
Only what was reported by the first responders.
Shots fired, multiple casualties.
The suspect was down.
By down, you mean deceased?
I mean incapacitated.
He wasn't dead yet.
Witness K, was the perpetrator known to you at this time?
I can't discuss that in an open forum.
BEEP
Was the perpetrator known to you at this time?
Yes, he was.
In what capacity was he known to you?
_
MAN: So, Raza, who are you, then?
RAZA: Kind of a heavy question, bruv.
- Feels like I'm on X Factor, innit? - OTHER PEOPLE CHUCKLE
Um, I guess I'd say, "I go out, chill out, hang out."
But I'm clean. I pay my rent.
I'm not too loud but I'm not sitting in the corner like a weirdo neither.
No, for real, I think I'd make a legit flatmate.
WOMAN: Cool. We're all in the arts.
We use the studio to collaborate.
Yeah, do you do anything creative?
Who's the photographer?
- This one. - You mind?
No, go for it. Are you into photography?
I like what Robert Capa said, you know?
"Pictures are already there, you just have to take them."
- Very good. - You took all these?
Sound.
Yeah, I do mainly street photography.
That's over by Altab Ali, isn't it?
I used to run round there as a kid.
Of course, you wouldn't want to live here back then.
We're a lot different.
Yeah, I use my lens to highlight shifting urban environments.
Hold up. That's my street.
- What?! - No way, bruv!
No way. I'm in this one.
- Where? - No word of a lie, that is me.
- Shut up. - Really?
- That is actually me. - No way.
That is so random. I took that like two years ago.
Young Radicals.
What's that?
Oh, it's the title of the piece - it's just a play on words.
That dude there's a tramp, no-one's really listening to him
and there's me having a fag break.
What's radical about that?
No, it's more like the guy in the background handing
out the flyers.
Oh, OK.
That's Tarik. He works over at Aladdin's Garden.
Those are menus, bruv.
It's been in galleries?
Er, yeah, I, um... I had a show last year.
Cool, cool.
Well, keep me posted, yeah?
- Yeah, of course. - Sure, will do.
- Salam, Aunties. - Hi, Faza.
Don't fret. I can't see nothing.
You look lovely, though.
What are you doing in bloody Shoreditch looking for flats?
Don't... Don't think I don't have eyes everywhere.
You don't have eyes at the school, Ummi.
Nasir texted me - detention again.
What? Well, you'll have to go fetch him.
Drug money.
Please don't joke like that.
Remember Anara's boy, he walked all the way to Ipswich,
thinking he was Jesus.
Of course, he had to be high to go to Ipswich.
So, how was it, this flat?
500 quid for a room in an old handbag factory.
He's not going anywhere.
Miss Woods?
I'm Raza Shar.
Yes, yes, Nasir's brother.
Ah.
I was really expecting your mum.
She's stuck at work, Miss Woods.
What's he done?
Uh...
Nasir is one of my brightest pupils
but I can't have this in my class, you understand?
I'm going to have to suspend him.
_
Hold on. What were you telling him?
My father will deal with him.
Nasir won't shame us like this again.
It's not the end of the world.
They shouldn't really be selling these things,
let alone to kids.
There's no need to overreact.
RAZA AND NASIR LAUGHING
What, you OG now?
Taking knives into school and that.
It's protection, isn't it?
Someone's messing with you?
No, Mr Roy gave me an A in maths, so I've got to even out
my street cred.
You're going to be an astronaut. What do you need street cred for?
They barely let Pakis on planes,
how are they going to let me up into space?
Spaceman, Samurai, multitudes, innit?
Presto, now, you're a photographer.
This is old. It's got no screen.
- So, you don't want it, then? - Nah, nah, I do, I do.
Don't... Show me how it works.
All right. Wind, click.
Google it.
Yo, turn around.
Quick, get upstairs.
What's going on in the world, Abu?
Still spinning, barely.
Where's the shorter one?
Hiding in his room.
Bloody pocket knife!
It's a dangerous world out there.
Smells good, Ummi.
Get out. Go.
Nothing to see here, huh?
SHE CHUCKLES
- PHONE RINGS - Gotcha.
Yo.
Hello, hello.
I knew I could smell you up there.
That's what you've got a big nose for.
Come down. Let's see if you can fly.
All right. Coming right down.
Heads up, yeah?
Where are you off to dressed like that?
- Too much? - Nah, you look well sharp.
That's a lot of Kush, big spender.
Nah, bruv. I want them rolls.
Big night out, then, who is she?
How many's that fetch me?
Ten, but I'm going to give you seven.
Any more is intent.
Feds don't mess around with that Class A shit.
There you go, killer.
No sleep till Brooklyn.
TV: ..from Syria, under the leadership of Ahmed El Adoua,
- known to have been behind... - What have you got chopsticks for?
Ummi thinks she's a comedian or something.
He can't be trusted with sharp objects, can he?
- You not eating? - Nah.
..Rotterdam yesterday. Dutch authorities have confirmed...
Hey. Careful tonight, yeah?
Anyone picks on you, don't be brave, tell them you're a Hindu.
Don't freak, I'm a Sikh.
That's my boy.
..have launched a manhunt for the perpetrators.
Ahmed El Adoua is...
Charlotte...
Raza. Sorry the signal's crap.
I just got your texts.
Good, found you.
Who you all dressed up for?
I roll out of bed like this, innit?
Tristan, Angel, this is Raza.
With your birthday cake.
Oh, my birthday cake!
Fucking brilliant.
- How goes it, Raza? - Are you good, mate?
You want to...?
Happy birthday, innit.
Our usual bloke's in Ibiza.
Rakes it in this time of year.
This ain't cut like the shit he gets you.
Lottie, where did you meet this rascal?
Well, swiped right, didn't she?
- Raza! - You little piggy.
- You won't say anything, Raza? - Easy, easy.
- Oi, oi. - Are you getting in or what?
- I'm not driving anyone like that. - Just take us to the nearest hospital.
Keep the change.
In here, in the back.
- You're joking. - Just paid up, mate.
Go. You got your money, go.
You're gonna be OK. All right, all right, all right.
Just grab her legs.
SHE MOANS
Help.
Can I get some help, please?
- Can you tell me your name, love? - Charlotte. Charlotte Humphreys.
- Tell me what she took? - MDMA, just the one.
- How long ago was that? - Three hours, at the most.
Do you have a number I can contact?
She's got a mobile. It's probably in her purse. Is she going to be OK?
- Can't go back there, sir. - Is she going to be OK?
I need you to step aside, please. That's for the doctors now.
- Put your hands against the wall. - What am I doing?
Sir, put your hands against the wall.
Do have any weapons or sharp objects in your pockets?
Is this what you gave the young lady?
I'm arresting you on possession of a Class A drug.
You do not have to say anything...
# Wise men say...
# Only fools rush in
# But I can't help
# Falling in love
# With you
# Take my hand
# Take my whole life too
# And I can't help
# Falling in love
♪ With you. ♪
HUBBUB
MAN: Look sharp, here she comes.
Welcome to CTSU, Miss Morton.
Would you like to introduce yourself?
Holly.
Apparently not much of a charmer.
I'll leave you to make your own assessments.
Gabriel, Holly will ride with you.
Yes, guv.
Now, you will have heard about the untimely death of El Adoua
in a drone strike last night.
The Dutch confirmed he recruited the Rotterdam bombers late last year.
But, before conspiring to deliver the caliphate to Holland,
Mr El Adoua might have brought a piece of it here.
Shall we?
AIVD, or whatever the Dutch are calling themselves these days, found El A...
Is it "Eladoua" or "El Ad-ou-a"?
El Adoua.
Either way, AIVD found his travel documents.
One of the passports got a hit,
flight to London Stansted on June 11th.
CCTV trawls from Stansted that day show El Adoua disembarking.
Until they have something to share, that's as much as the gods
have given us.
We paint the rest of the picture ourselves.
Prior to his death, he was in London.
Where did he stay? With whom?
And why in Christ was Mr El Adoua in my lovely city?
ALL: Yes, guv.
- Yes, guv. - PHONE ALERT
Number Three says five to at the Croxford Street Cafe.
No, tell him Nunhead Road.
And text him at five to and tell him Hardess Street at quarter past.
We set the agenda, always.
You haven't worked informants before, have you?
Not personally.
Well, there's no other way to do it, other than personally.
Obviously, I understand building relationships is crucial
to gathering intelligence and preventing terror attacks.
You like to win, don't you?
Who wants to lose?
Well, let me spare you the grief.
We'll fail.
And when we do, people die.
Someone always slips through the net.
Yeah. Stand there, please, mate.
Turn to your right.
Look at the blue dot on the wall.
CAMERA CLICKS
Excuse me, sir. Could you step to the desk, please? Thank you.
PHONE RINGING
You have reached the voicemail box of Hanif Shar.
Stop messing with me, not now.
Raza, love, you've got to lighten up.
I got arrested, Abu.
- Ah, you broke your cherry. - Yeah, Listen,
I need you to open up the salon, OK?
I can't. I'll be coming down there, read them your rights.
No, I don't need that. I need you to open up the salon.
- BEEPING - Hang on, bloody battery.
- Hello. - Abu? Abu?
DIAL TONE
Of course you've not charged...
Of course you've not charged your phone.
Just be on the lookout for new snouts
and don't bother with the mosques.
All my best assets are on the Devil's wishlist already.
Junkies, dealers, perverts, any one you can get leverage on.
They'll grass on their mates and their families.
They'll just as easily turn on you. They're not your friends.
You squeeze them, rinse them.
If they give you any trouble, you drop them, move on.
This guy here, El Adoua.
Yeah, I think I saw this guy come in my shop this morning.
- Really? - Yeah.
Cos he spent most of yesterday in a bomb crater in Syria.
Well, maybe I'll have an improved memory
if you catch the wanker that keeps graffitiing my windows.
Never seen this shithead.
I'd have lamped him if I had.
Ah, there's this one bloke though, come up to me.
Bigging up Al-Qaeda and them.
Who's this?
I don't know. Like, long hair and a beard.
Mm-hm.
Looks like a Bangla Hagrid.
You're drawing attention to yourself.
Stop trying to instigate jihad in the mosques.
- I get another complaint, I'll arrest you. - I'm trying my best.
How else do I get these people exposed?
MAN RETCHING
What?
Looks like he can afford it, though, innit?
Other wrap must have bust in my belly.
I'm cheesing my tits off.
Yeah, I'm regretting that Mandy right about now.
Don't matter, though.
Only the guilty sleep in rusty.
That's from that movie, Kaiser Sose.
What about you?
We all got a little haram in us, bro.
Dadir.
Raza.
Raza the Rizla.
I'ma burn you up.
What's your postcode, brother?
What's that? What are you writing?
2123, source meeting, Bow Canal.
Hey, do me a favour. Leave this one out.
Yousef's a bit skittish.
Maybe hang back here, yeah.
What on earth is she doing out there?
It's her first day.
I didn't know Feds come in that size.
Is she going to make it to day two?
One of the Rotterdam bombers was spotted in London.
El Adoua, you heard of him?
Yeah, I've got a telly, yeah.
Look, there's got to be a bit of give and take today.
Feds have got my brother on possession.
You saw El Adoua in London.
What about my brother?
You're going to have to sell me a little harder.
I saw your man around, yeah, back in the summer.
Hanging near Bridgetown with this bigshot dude.
Word was they met in Raqqa a whiles back.
Raqqa? Have you been holding out on me?
Nah. You're the one asked the questions.
Bigshot - what's his name?
Look...
my brother's out, we talk.
I'll see what I can do.
See what you can do then, innit?
Oi, don't dream of dodging me on this one.
Get Shorty an umbrella.
She's going to catch the death.
Yo. Yo, yo, yo, yo.
Wake up. Wake up, yo.
What?
Right. Tadir Hassan's release should be processed by the morning.
His case officer will have a bleeding hissy fit.
CPS approved.
We all have to make sacrifices to win the war on terror, John.
Lee...
Tadir Hassan, evidence compromised.
- OK. - Cheers.
This guy with Tadir Hassan, did they get picked up together?
That chappy is one Raza Shar.
I'll take a look, please.
- Thanks. - Brought in on his own.
Seems like a potential source.
What gave him away?
Nice tan, funny name.
Young, IC4 male, lives in council housing.
At possession, could be bumped up to intent.
- That's how you want to turn him? - First arrest. He'll want home.
Have you got an interview room for us, John?
He hasn't spoken to his defence solicitor yet.
He'll get round to it.
Come on, then, let's go meet your first recruit.
Raza Shar, let's have you.
Raza the Rizla.
Come by Bridgetown, yeah? We'll kick it.
Be easy, bruv.
Come on.
Nah, mate. I'm getting released.
Life's full of disappointments.
Have a seat, Raza.
Interview commencing at 12:24am with Raza Shar.
Don't I get a lawyer?
It doesn't have to come to that.
If you enrol in our confidential informant programme,
we'll drop the charges and you'll be free to go home.
RAZA LAUGHS
Go on, share the joke.
You want me to grass - on possession.
With intent to supply?
Four pills.
They didn't catch me with scales and baggies.
No intent, no previous.
My mate got the same rap
but he walked away with 40 hours' community service.
If I'm choosing between being a snitch
and working the counter at Age Concern,
yeah, bring on the grey army, bruv.
- Is that a high school blazer you're wearing? - It was, yeah.
Why did you take the badge off?
Had a date, needed a jacket.
Interview terminated at 12:26am.
Raza Shar, you are hereby charged with possession
of a Class A substance.
You've been deemed a flight risk and will be remanded in custody
- until you face the magistrates. - Flight risk?
What are you on about?
I've never even left the country.
You're supposed to charge me, turn me out.
Park him in Bin 5.
How's he a flight risk? They'll toss his case.
There is no case, the boy will walk.
I bought you 24 hours to find some real leverage
or get yourself another snout.
SIREN BLARES
Pigs.
Yo, this is mad.
Come on, Faisal, stand up.
Yo, what have I even done?
You going to do this again?
- Keep still. - This is profiling, man.
All right?
Beard's coming along.
Itches like a dog's arse.
You should try coconut oil. How's that limp working out for you?
It slows me down, but, you know, all part of building out
the legend, darling.
Who's your friend?
DC Holly Morton, first week.
This is DC Imran Aziz, the local level two.
- Hey. - Hey.
One of my snouts reckons El Adoua was seen knocking round your patch
back when he was still breathing.
No. No chance.
I've still got to kick it up the chain.
I'll see you back at home.
What's his name, then?
Raza Shar.
Yes.
And you're his father?
Yes.
ID, please.
- Expired. - Is it?
I need valid identification.
That's my face, that's my name.
- It's not bloody complicated. - Sir, you need to lower your tone.
Where's my son? Then I'll lower my bastard tone.
Sir, I believe you've had a drink or two.
Take a breath, think about what you're going to say next.
OK, I say...
..up yours. Can you release my son?!
- DADIR LAUGHS - Hands off, fascist bastards.
- Go on, boy. - Police state.
When are you going to catch the real baddies?
Police!
- Choked on it. - You're a dickhead, man.
I told Mum you're at the new girl's.
Why you done that? You've got her planning a wedding now.
I tell her the truth, she'll be planning the prison break.
- They didn't charge you, then? - Nah.
So, I'm in there all night and then, this morning, they said
them clowns lost my gear at the lab.
Can you imagine?
Idiots, man.
God's smiling on me today, you know?
Stuff and lot.
He's got better things to do than fuck about with you, Bruv.
Shut up, man, drive.
I'm way too tired for your shit.
PHONE RINGS
MUSIC PLAYING
GABE ON ANSWERPHONE: Mr Hassan, this is the Post Office.
We have a package ready for you at the Harness Street branch.
We close half an hour early today.
DADIR: Yousef, let's go.
Yeah, yeah, in a bit.
Come on, bruv. We're away.
Two seconds, man.
Yousef, seriously, play it later, yeah.
- MUSIC OFF - Long, man.
Yes. Jab, jab, jab.
OK, wrap.
You OK, yeah? You all right?
LAUGHING
Good work today.
Yo, you headed home?
Got to work.
How about you drop me off on the way?
Don't want your sweat sticking up my leather.
Are you for real?
You're a mug, you know that?
You're a snake.
You're supposed to be my big brother. It's cold.
RINGING
This is Yousef. You know what to do.
- BEEP - Hello, Yousef.
Post Office again.
Better collect that package soon or we're going to toss it.
You know, in all my years on this job, I have never come
across an informer lying to get what they want.
Leaving their handler pissing in the wind is unprecedented.
He was just telling you what you want to hear.
If I had £1 for every idiot informant blathering on about Raqqa
and Daesh, I could buy you all a black flag for Christmas.
He's been on my books for three years, always been kosher.
They all cash out eventually.
I say we're looking at his endgame.
We'll see.
El Adoua was nowhere near Bridgetown estate because,
if he was, I would have seen him.
If you were psychic, darling, you'd be in my chair.
Yes, guvnor.
He's defensive.
Because he's wrong.
The SS traced El Adoua's e-mails to an IP address
of an internet cafe on the Bridgetown estate.
Imran's been under cover a while. You know, he gets foggy.
Don't like foggy, Gabriel.
Yousef Hassan dropped you.
We're supposed to handle the sources,
not the other way round.
We need more eyes in Bridgetown.
Holly, where are you at with that kid, Raza Shar?
I have found something quite interesting.
The Shar family own Delights hair and beauty salon on Romford Street.
I pulled this photo from their website.
We have the two boys - Raza, Nasir - and that's Mum and Dad.
Happy days.
Except I searched the GRO and found Miriam Shar's death certificate.
Raza's mother died in...2002.
So, who's the mother here then?
Website says Sadia Shar,
but I couldn't find a marriage certificate,
no NI number, no passport.
Another intruder to Fortress Britain.
- Possibly. - Could be leverage.
I think so.
Know so.
I'll cross-check travel with Border Agency.
Too slow.
Our boy's up in court in 16 hours. After that, he's not our boy.
I can request an extension from the Home Office.
On minor possession?
Good luck with that. They'd rather ship her home.
What are we supposed to do - interview the family?
Not we.
Two strangers turn up on your doorstep,
that's the police.
Anyone in here police?
No.
Understood?
Hello. Is your mum home?
- Ummi? - Yeah.
Hello. Can I help you?
Mrs Shar, I'm a counsellor from Cornell Parkside Primary School.
Oh, my boy goes to Ashton Wood.
I'm here to talk about Raza.
He's not here right now.
OK. But you are.
Would you like to invite me in?
Come, this way.
What is it you want?
It's been years since Raza left primary.
What's left to say?
Before I begin, I just need to see some proof
that you're his legal guardian.
Hm?
Now's really not a good time.
I just need to check a passport, driving licence - anything, really.
And I'm politely asking you to come back another time.
Mrs Shar, I think you'll want to sit down.
A former teacher at our school
has been accused of sexually molesting some of his students.
Raza may have been one of them.
Molested?
What?
How?
What bastard teacher did this?
I can only say he followed a pattern.
Children short on friends, foreign nationals mainly.
He convinced them that if they talked,
he could have their parents deported.
Does that sound like Raza's situation?
Where were you born, Mrs Shar?
Are the police looking into this?
I can't go into any more details until I see some proof
that you're his mother.
Mrs Shar, I'm just trying to understand what happened
to your son.
So, I was born in Pakistan.
What bloody difference does that make?
How did you come to be in the UK?
What did this teacher do to him?
If you're living here illegally, Mrs Shar, it alters our procedure.
What did...?
Go and play on your computer.
What's she saying about Raza, someone's been touching him?
No, no, no, nothing, nothing.
Go on. Go.
What is the name of this...?
DOOR CLOSES
Hello?
Cornell Parkside Primary
wants to launch a nationwide manhunt for you.
Fortunately, the mother doesn't want to make this a police matter.
Because she's undocumented - which I was able to confirm.
I was under the instructions of a superior officer.
DS Waters has flaunted the letter of the law on numerous occasions.
Shh. It's unbecoming.
I did warn you, she's no charmer, but I'll let you be Caesar.
Let's see if you can cause less damage tomorrow.
Paedo routine's a new one.
Marks for originality.
Piss off.
She'll get there.
You were a babe once yourself.
Old case of yours has come up for parole.
Belmarsh appears to have had enough of him.
What, Skittle's out on good behaviour?
I'm afraid CPS needs you at the hearing.
Gabriel, it was a long road bringing you back.
I haven't worn that guy in a long time.
He was a beautiful boy.
Scared the daylights out of me, though.
BEEPING, PHONE RINGING
Look, if you're not going to answer it,
can you put that thing on silent, please?
Yousef...
Yo.
PHONE STILL RINGING
ANSWERPHONE MESSAGE: This is Yousef. You know what to do.
BEEP
No sleep just yet, lad.
Nightmare's almost over.
Adrian Hodge, your legal aid.
Been chasing your ghost all day.
First things first, any one you need to call?
Just plead me guilty already.
I've been here forever. When do I go home?
You're going in front of the magistrate first thing.
Now why are you here, Raza?
Should have turned you out already with a charge.
They said I was a flight risk.
You don't have an accent.
Got family abroad, have you?
Someone's pulling your chain, lad.
Look, what I'd like to do tomorrow is lodge a formal complaint...
No, man. No complaints.
I'm not just going to get you out, lad.
I'll get the case dropped, keep your record clean,
that's for your future.
Look, if they mark you, brand you, career,
mortgage loan, for the rest of your life,
that's the first question they ask. And I promise you, Raza,
Simon White Face or whoever, with his Jesus and his Eton
and his Oxbridge, he's not checking that box.
I'm not trying to bleed the Matrix, bruv.
Just get me out.
Christ, don't you ever knock?
How intelligent do you look getting duped by a low-rent pusher?
- Sir... - You told me you had a snout
with a bead on El Adoua's man in London.
You swore up and down your man was reliable.
Now he's in the wind and I'm left cursing the weather.
Some bear fruit, most don't.
Italian AC are closing in on attack cell in Turin.
If El Adoua has taught those pillocks how to build the same bomb
that took 17 lives in Rotterdam,
he was in London long enough to do the same.
I promise you, we're doing everything we can
to find his network.
So, I promised Downing Street Rotterdam won't happen here.
You promised me your snout's good word.
History teaches us wars are fought with bombs and bullets.
Promises are buried along with the dead.
There he is, Mr Get Out of Jail Free.
Take care of my parking tickets,
I'll tell you how to find the Loch Ness Monster.
Oh, not even a smile.
He's been working on that joke all morning.
Time well spent, lads.
Found El Adoua's London contacts, have we?
All right, today, we're in the haystack.
Pull up the watchlist.
I'll take A to E, you take F to J.
- Let's see who was is in the country. - What about Yousef?
We're not looking for Yousef.
Oh!
It's just I found him.
So...
..here's Yousef leaving his flat.
Wait for it.
White van.
Here he is again, leaving the gym 20 minutes prior to your meet.
Looks like the same white van tailing him.
See.
And, here is six minutes later on Nelson.
Plates on the van?
Unreadable. Reflectors.
Did he know to watch for tails?
Yeah.
Where did they go next?
I checked the surrounding feeds. Both vehicles disappeared.
- I'll keep sifting. - 400,000 cameras in London.
That's not sifting, that's drowning.
Check with Audi, see if his GPS is still pinging.
I'll ask the guv to put in for a warrant.
Nah, she won't want the bother.
Just get the VIN number and tell them you're hunting for joyriders.
Good work.
Cheers.
Karrol Jada...
- SIGHS - ..Gyay-da...
MAN: Giedzinski.
That'll be the one.
Are they dodge?
Not bad.
- What's that? - Your creps.
Where d'you nab them?
Deptford market.
Got a mate who runs a stall, Watney market.
Does fakes for a tenner.
You always wanted to be a lawyer, then?
Why? Are you thinking of joining the cause, lad?
Good to have options, innit?
Life's not an orchard.
Don't get to stroll through, pick the fruit you want.
Nah, I could be a lawyer.
Seems legit.
So, you've got, like, assistants and that?
Interns.
But they're not pratting about getting themselves arrested.
What, you didn't fancy uni, then?
Circumstances, bruv.
Didn't matter what I fancied.
What keeps you busy now?
Domestic shipping.
Postman, then.
Nah, packing boxes.
Interns.
A bit like slave labour, innit?
The day I can afford real kicks is the day I pay my interns.
Raza Shar.
NFA. Your case is dismissed.
We've been sat here all morning. When did that happen?
About 30 seconds ago when CPS phoned the clerk.
Go on, then.
Get out while you still can.
Freedom!
You look tired, mate. Do you need a lift?
I ain't got nothing to say to you.
What, not even "thank you"?
Who do think got your charges dropped?
Same twat that had me locked up in the first place, seems like.
Same twat that ain't got shit on me now, anyway.
Not on you, I don't.
Your mum, on the other hand - overstayed her visa by about,
ooh, 16 years.
Jump in the car, we'll talk about it.
What do you want with my mum?
So he does speak.
She's not your mum, is she?
Look, I've got some friends at the Home Office.
They won't go anywhere near her, long as I say.
You mean as long as I snitch?
You just have to report to me once a week.
Keep me posted on people you talk to, things that you hear.
Who am I talking to?
I work counter-terrorism.
I don't know any fucking terrorists, bruv.
Not yet you don't, but we'll get you there.
Look, your identity will be protected
and there's perks to knowing people like me.
Your dad's been released already, I've taken care of that.
My dad?
How's that?
Bit of a card, isn't he, your dad?
Look, I really don't know how I'm supposed to help you.
I've got to run a quick errand, so, pardon the detour, yeah?
SIREN
What is this place?
Why are you bringing me here?
Have you heard about that Rotterdam bombing?
17 dead, 63 injured.
Why do you think they do it?
To hurt people.
To scare people.
People don't feel safe, they panic.
Blame anyone that doesn't look like them.
Then they start building places like this.
MAN ON LOUD-HAILER: Say it loud, say it clear.
OTHERS: Refugees are not welcome here.
GATE CLANKS, BUZZER SOUNDS
Afternoon, Neil.
How's the private sector?
Underworked, overpaid.
Always looking for new blood if you fancy a pay rise.
You're all right, thank you.
How's everything with the lads?
Young 'un got into a fight at Sunday league.
Bloody mess.
Line-up's ready for you.
Thank you.
Poor sods.
Lost a game of snakes and ladders, now they're back on the bottom.
I'll grass for you. You don't need to threaten me.
Relax, Raza.
Pick one.
- One what? - Whichever man you choose gets to stay.
Stay?
Like stay.
How?
Well, just choose one.
- Why do want me to do it? - Because we're working together now.
- This is fucked. - Neil, no-one gets to ride free today.
No, no. OK, shit.
I'll do it.
How am I supposed to choose?
I don't know.
Nicest hat, friendliest face.
Him.
Which one?
Come and point him out to me.
This guy?
Stand up.
Yeah, stand up.
Come here.
You understand English?
Where are you from?
Afghanistan, boss.
What's your name?
Rostam Avshar, boss.
Welcome to England, Rostam.
Boss?
You remember this face.
This is the man that changed your life.
Thank you.
Rostam, come with me.
VIBRATING
ANSWERPHONE: This is Yousef. You know what to do.
Yousef, Post Office.
I'm afraid we've dumped that package of yours.
That does leave an outstanding balance on your account.
You'll be hearing from us.
Hello. How are my two favourite ladies?
- Hi. - Hi, Daddy.
No hugs for me, then?
You don't want paint all over you, Daddy.
Hey, Ems, I thought we'd settled on the duck egg.
Don't ask me. I'm not in charge.
Come on, then. I'll take over from here.
But, I'm not done yet.
Hey, it's late. Come on, Laurie.
You've got paint all over you. Get cleaned up.
And I'll know if you haven't brushed your teeth.
All right, all right.
- You look tired. - Oh, thanks.
You still look a lot better than the last guy that came to paint my walls.
Hello, stranger. What have you been up to?
This and that. You?
This and that.
You're back.
I thought you'd moved to bloody Shoreditch.
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GABE: You don't just send a canary straight down the mine.
You've got to put him in a cage first.
HOLLY: He knew the risks.
No, he didn't.
They never do.
If they did, they wouldn't do it.
What happened to "They're not your friends?"
They're not.
But you're theirs.
You know their biggest secret.
All they want to know is, are you going to keep us safe?
You lie about anything else, you don't lie about that.