NERVOUS SIGH
LADY JUSTICE: Would Natalie Markham come up to the stand, please.
On the morning of November the 29th, you came up to London, for a day-trip.
Is that correct?
NATALIE: Yeah. We were bunking class. Our student loans had just come through.
Tara's boyfriend was playing a set on the Friday.
We wanted to dress up for it.
SHE GASPS
Ah, these are proper stripper boots!
I won't look like a dickhead? - NATALIE: Nah. They're you.
Oh, so you're calling me a dickhead then?
Yeah. I am. I proclaim you, Captain Dickhead!
LADY JUSTICE: At approximately 10:26am
you entered the Eldon Street branch of Café 66. Is that correct?
Oh, let me just pop in here quick. - OK, I'll be here.
NATALIE: You not gonna wear your boots in? - Maybe later.
Oh, you wuss. Just put 'em on. - TARA: Hurry up.
EMILY: Thanks.
NATALIE: Uh, are the loos back here? - They're for customers only.
Yeah, I'll buy something after.
LADY JUSTICE: And you were in the lavatory for approximately two minutes
when you heard the first gunshot. Is that correct?
NATALIE: Um... - WESLEY: Hey.
NATALIE: I don't, um... I don't remember exactly.
Uh yeah, something like that.
GUNSHOT - PEOPLE SCREAM
SECOND GUNSHOT - ALARM WAILS
THIRD GUNSHOT - NATALIE BREATHES HEAVILY
FOURTH GUNSHOT
LADY JUSTICE: Phone records indicate that at 10:32am
you called Tara Saunders. Is that correct?
I was gonna tell her to run.
ANSWER MACHINE: Hi, this is Tara. I can't get to the phone right now
but if you leave me a message, I'll get right back to you.
PEOPLE SCREAM
LADY JUSTICE: The statement from Constable Sharma
indicates that he collected you at 10:42am.
Would that be correct?
NATALIE: I'm... I'm sorry. I don't know.
INDISTINCT TALKING ON POLICE RADIOS
POLICE OFFICER: Ma'am?
LADY JUSTICE: Natalie, CCTV footage shows that at 11:43am
you were escorted by paramedics from the scene
to the nearby London City Hospital.
Is that correct?
NATALIE: Uh, I... I don't know. I can't remember.
EMILY: So, Lori gets home.
First thing she says, "Daddy's not a policeman".
Her class had a visit from PC Plod today.
Oh, yeah? Was it stranger danger? Just say no?
We didn't even get that far.
Apparently real policemen wear a uniform: funny hat, fancy vest.
"Why doesn't daddy have to wear a hat?"
Oh, cos I've still got my own hair. You've got to show it off at my age.
EMILY LAUGHS
Right. I wish I'd thought of that.
So, what did you tell her?
EMILY: Uh, I said that there's all sorts of policemen:
there's the ones that visit schools
and the ones that hand out parking tickets
and then, you know, there's your dad.
PHONE RINGS
What is it, Holly?
HOLLY: Yousef certainly clocked up the miles.
Audi thought he was an Uber driver.
GABE: Well, they weren't far wrong.
This was the last known?
Uh, 3:22am, the coordinates came straight from the manufacturer.
You got any plans tonight? - HOLLY: Why?
Do you always answer a question with a question?
No, I... No, I don't have any plans.
Well, come over for dinner. My wife wants to meet you.
You eat, don't you?
HOLLY: What shall I bring? - GABE: Just your good company.
Here we go.
Look out for treads. - HOLLY: What?
GABE: Just watch where you step.
HOLLY: Oh my... - GABE: Oh, Christ!
FLIES BUZZING
HOLLY: How long do you think he's been here?
GABE: I don't know, at least a day.
Ah, fu...
Hey, listen, call it in. Hold down the scene. I've gotta run.
DOORBELL RINGS
When they gonna fix that lift, fam?
Cut, you got a sixth sense for showing up when there's food on the table, you know.
CUT WALEED: Not me. Your brother told me to come by.
DADIR: Yousef ain't been home, bruv.
He left something for me in a box. Come on. Have some humanity.
DADIR SIGHS
DADIR SUCKS HIS TEETH
Hi, girls. - Hey, Cut.
Ooh, that smells lush, Mrs Hassan. - Oh, hi Cut.
CLICKING
Yo, what you doing? Close your eyes.
No. I'm not trying to peep, fam. I live righteous, you know.
DADIR: What did you say he left you again?
CUT: Money. Two grand.
I've got an investment opportunity, and the window's narrowing, you get me?
Nah, there ain't nothing here for you, man.
CUT: What? Are you joking? Yousef said to come by to get the money.
Ah, what d'you do? Run up your credit card again?
You gotta spend money to make money.
You got a lot to learn, man.
Tell your brother, this is some cold shit!
PHONE VIBRATES
Stop calling. Yousef isn't here!
ROXY ON PHONE: Uh... - Hello?
DISTANT MURMUR OF TV
Hello?
ROXY: Er, never mind. - Yo?
INDISTINCT CHATTER AND LAUGHTER
CUT: How could I not eat your food?
GIRL: Mate!
PHONE DIALLING
RAZA ON LOUDSPEAKER: Yeah. Who's this?
GABE: You know who.
RAZA: Ah, shit! Yeah?
GABE: Harness street, 20 minutes.
RAZA: Bruv, it's gonna take me like half an hour...
BEEP
HANIF: You're up early.
HE SIGHS What's going on in the world, Abu?
Still spinning, barely.
Could you open up the salon today? I need to pick up some things.
What things? You still owe me for covering with your ammi.
Uh, like I'm the only one who got arrested.
Shh... ah, there she is!
What feast awaits us this morning, my love?
Weetabix. You know where it is.
Where are you going this morning, huh? Looking at flats again?
Meetings. - Meetings? Who with?
People.
HANIF: Up with the birds, now he's taking meetings...
Mashallah, who's the lucky lass?
My homework, for The Hobbit.
Can't check it now. Come by the salon later, yeah?
Well, is it book or film? - Book, obviously. English, innit.
Hanif, help your son. Homework. No?
HANIF: The Hobbit, is it?
Ha! I love that hairy little bugger. You wrote how I showed you?
Tell 'em what I'm gonna say, say it, tell 'em what I told 'em.
HANIF: That's my boy. Top of the class.
HUM OF TRAINS
MESSAGE TONE PINGS
Fetch you a drink, young man?
I'm just waiting for someone, thanks. - Who you waiting on?
I'm gonna wait outside. Yeah.
ROSE ON LOUDSPEAKER: Our officers are on their way to inform the family.
GABE: I hear you.
ROSE: If Yousef's intel was motive, we need to replace him, immediately.
GABE: On it now, guv. - ROSE: Good.
CALL CLICKS OFF
Get in the back. Lie down.
Why you got me running around all morning, bruv?
Welcome to the glamorous world of espionage. In you get.
RAZA: So weird.
GABE: Keep your head down.
You tell anyone about me?
No. No way. I don't need no one knowing about this.
That's right, you don't.
Look, man. My, um, situation really hasn't changed.
I still don't know any terrorists.
But you're not that kind of an informant.
You're more my hunter-gatherer.
You go to the places I can't.
What? Like Ministry of Sound and Cargo?
Or you mean like mosques and paanwallahs and that?
No, I mean Bridge Town Estate. Do you know it?
Yeah, I try and avoid it. What am I supposed to be doing there?
Friend of yours, Dadir Hassan, I want you to contact him.
I literally met the guy the other night and now you think I'm best mates with him.
GABE: All you've got to do is make contact.
Man, Dadir ain't no Jihadi.
GABE: I don't know that. Do you know that?
RAZA: Yeah, he's a roadman, dealer.
Well, there you go. That's your first bit of informing right there.
Fuck!
Here.
That's for talking about Dadir?
GABE: No, that's for the gear you're going to score off him.
How are you telling me to score?
That's why I'm lying in the back of your car in the first place.
Then it's nothing you haven't done before, is it?
You go in there, Dadir will recognise ya. Simple transaction.
Don't overthink it.
You've got eyes, ears. Try to listen and not talk too much.
You'll do the business.
RAZA: Yo, Dadir, what's good man?
Met the other night, in the cell.
Rusty, rusty, that's what he said. Rusty.
Met the other night in rusty.
Nah, just dropping by, man.
Yeah. Seeing what that Bridge Town life's about.
GABE: I need your signature. Sixty quid for a drug buy.
Source 9?
The Shar kid. It's a buy from Yousef's brother.
ROSE: Mm, OK. Well, let's hope he hits the ground running.
The Italians already found an attack cell in Turin.
If El Adoua had one in London, they'll know they're on borrowed time.
So are we.
Yousef's killer isn't sitting around waiting to get caught.
Understood.
You have Skittle's parole hearing this morning
on top of everything else.
That's not gonna be a problem.
ROSE: Not if we don't let it become one, no.
Sit down, please. - It's really not necessary.
Gabriel, sit down. Close your eyes. - GABE SIGHS
Are you there?
Where else would I be?
Are you there?
Yes.
BIRDS CHIRPING
ROSE: What does it smell like?
CHILDREN LAUGHING
What does it smell like?
Coffee.
What does it sound like?
The radio's on low.
TRAIN CHUGGING
There's the sound of a train approaching.
Are you alone?
No. - ROSE: Who's with you?
My sisters.
Mum, Dad.
Everybody's laughing.
ROSE: What's so funny?
There's a pancake stuck to the ceiling.
We're waiting for the train to go by to see if it'll shake it off.
How do you feel?
GABE'S VOICE DISTORTED: There was old lady that swallowed a spider
that wriggled and jiggled and wiggled inside her.
I don't know why... - Very good, you're coming through.
Can you hear us? - GABE: I can hear you fine.
BOARD MEMBER: In the interest of protecting
the anonymity of our witness
I'd like to remind the board to refrain from asking any questions
that reference specific dates and locations.
To our witness, I'd like to note, before we begin
that we will be considering the parole of inmate Thomas Wheelan, alias Skittles.
Witness, can you describe the nature of your relationship with Mr Wheelan?
NORMAL VOICE: I was working under-cover for five years
targeting Action 14, an extremist OCG...
DISTORTED VOICE: ...based primarily in West Yorkshire.
Mr Weelan was a high-ranking member.
BOARD MEMBER: But that's not how
Mr Wheelan would describe your relationship?
GABE: No, he would consider me a very close friend.
BOARD MEMBER: And when were you last in contact with Mr Wheelan?
GABE: Not since his arrest.
Mr Wheelan and his affiliates all believe that I repatriated overseas.
Witness, Mr Wheelan was sentenced to 25 years imprisonment.
The judge referred directly to your testimony in his sentencing.
You... You described Mr Wheelan
as "a living, breathing reign of terror, with no prospect of rehabilitation".
Do you stand by that statement?
Look at the crime scene photos from 3 Pine Row.
BOARD MEMBER: We have the photos in front of us.
You see the cigarette burns on the victim's chest?
In all the years I knew Mr Wheelan, I never saw him smoke. Not once.
Halfway through the attack on Mr Singh, he walked across the street
bought a pack of fags, walked back into the victim's house
and lit one, just so he could burn him.
So yes, I stand by my statement.
Excuse the language, but he's a fucking animal.
He doesn't deserve light of day.
HE GRUNTS - GLASS SMASHES
INDISTINCT CHATTER
TRAIN ANNOUNCER: This is Limehouse. Change for National Rail...
RAZA: Excuse me, sorry.
Yo, Dadir. Yo, Dadir, what's good, man?
What's going on? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We met the other night in, uh... in the cell.
Uh, rusty, rusty. He says "rusty".
Met the other night in rusty.
Oeep it loose, keep it loose.
The other night in rusty. Met the other night.
I met you.
We met. Oh, is this your boys, yeah?
Is this your boys? What you saying? Yeah, yeah. Raza, yeah.
PHONE DIALLING
Hiya, hun. - Hey, gorgeous, what're you up to?
EMILY: Work, you? - Same. How's your search going?
EMILY SIGHING: Uh, I hate CVs.
Don't know any good researcher assistants, do you?
GABE: Ah, there must be one diamond in that pile in front of you.
EMILY: Yeah, I'll keep digging.
GABE: Holly's on for tonight. - Be nice to meet her.
GABE: I wouldn't bank on it.
I'll see you later.
EMILY: Alright, bye. - Alright, bye.
DOOR CLICKS SHUT
PATIO DOOR SLIDES OPEN
INDISTINCT CHATTER
Yo, any of you know where I can find Dadir?
He said to come by.
What's your business?
Raza, I met Dadir from rusty.
Rusty?
HE LAUGHS
Oi, look at fucking Shawshank over here.
I'm playing with you, fam. What d'you want him for anyway?
Dadir told me if I need a hook-up...
you know...
Alright, that's me.
You, man, come by the gym, if you wanna hit the pads, yeah.
Eh! Boy! - LUKASZ: You better watch out, no?
CUT: What? Does it look like we're shotting out here?
My bad, I'm just looking for Dadir.
I ain't seen you here before.
RAZA: Yeah, I run around Whitechapel mostly.
Dadir said to come through, so... - Today?
What? He said like come through, right now?
Nah, like, whenever.
Alright, I got you, fam. Come.
Come, Rusty. Dadir's over at the spot.
LUKASZ: You need piggy back?
Come on.
SID: See if there's treads over there. Looks like a possible exit point.
Put a couple of point men over there by the outer cordon...
GABE: Here. Gets the smell out of your head.
HOLLY: Cheers.
Need your shirt. It's got blood on it.
Oh, that's mine. Unrelated incident.
SOCO: That's not for you to decide.
GABE: Here.
Any questions you've got, I can't answer them.
Murder investigation takes it from here.
Wave to Sid, the SIO.
GABE: Do we have time for MIT to work their angles?
ROSE: Yousef is their case, El Adoua is ours.
As long as we're in the same Venn diagram, we all have to share.
What were Yousef's exact words about El Adoua's man?
Uh, called him a "big shot dude" hanging around Bridge Town.
ROSE: Was that it? - That's it. Verbatim.
ROSE: Ride MIT's coattails.
See if they talk to anyone interesting.
I've already started a CCTV trawl of his last known.
ROSE: Good. Source 9 is in play with the deceased's brother, yeah?
Who's source 9?
Before ten, after eight, who knows...
HE SIGHS
GABE: I've chaperoned MIT before. They all think they're bloody Poirot.
What are you expecting someone?
Sit yourself down.
Where's Dadir at?
Gone out probably.
Call him.
I don't actually have his number.
CUT SCOFFS: What? He didn't give you his number?
I thought you two were tight. Like cell mates.
RAZA: He just said to come round, bruv.
Yeah? - Look, I'm really not trynna...
Hey! What you know about Yousef, huh? Huh?
You know who murked him? Who?
RAZA: I don't know any Yousef, I swear!
LUKASZ: I don't believe you.
PHONE RINGS
DADIR: Yeah, yeah. - CUT, ON PHONE: Yeah, cuz.
He's turning around and saying he don't know nothing about your brother
but he's acting like we're all roadmen or something, I don't understand.
That's profiling, I swear.
Like, I don't put in all that work in Foot Locker, yeah
to be called a road man.
But I'm the top salesman in the borough. Do you know what I'm saying?
Yeah, yeah, whatever.
What? You got him tied up over there, yeah?
CUT: Yeah, Luke's got a blade on him right now.
DADIR: Listen. Don't lop his head off yet, you dickheads.
Send him over.
WOMEN CRYING
MRS HASSAN: My Yousef. My Yousef.
SHE SPEAKS IN DIALECT
HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING: "Pat Earrings" by CASisDEAD
♪ I'm ready now I wanna get serious... ♪
Close the door and put that towel back.
♪ I'm looking for a girl with experience ♪ - ♪ (Yeah) ♪
♪ She don't watch my appearance ♪
♪ I'm paying for the pleasure... ♪
MUSIC STOPS
Man, I'm... I'm truly sorry. I had no idea about your brother.
What you saying about my brother? - Nothing. I'm sorry.
Sorry for what?
Huh? You done it? - Done what?
DADIR: Shoot him, murder him.
No, no. Definitely... Definitely...
So, why are you sorry for then?
It's just a thing people say, like, hello, and shit.
Found my brother dead.
My fam in there cryin'.
My hooyo, shedding her tears, yeah
and Rizla wants to come around and say hello and shit.
Alright, Rizla, hello and shit. Fuck off.
Can you not hear me?
I can't. - Can't what?
D'you want the short-cut out the window? - No, bruv.
I know you're not in the frame of mind
but I got this girl at art school, uh, so fit.
And... and... and she's been... she's been holding out on me for months.
And... and... and don't get me wrong, I like that.
Classy, right?
But, I'm ready, you know
and she texts me about having a little party later
with hearts and... and kisses and all the right emojis.
Man, tonight's the night. I can feel it.
If I knew about your situation beforehand
on my life, I wouldn't be here...
but I'm here.
So...
no offence, bruv.
Can you sort me out?
Are you serious?
I'm just tryna get laid.
What's this girl's name?
RAZA: Uh, Charlotte.
Charlotte? - Charlotte Humfreys.
DADIR: Right.
Fourth one down. - Bruh...
Uni?
Hey, them girls are snobs, man.
Brown boy like you
rockin' up loaded up with wraps. You're asking for trouble, dread.
Nah, man, creatives. They like having a good time.
HE SNIFFS DEEPLY
Mm.
So then, how do I look?
Uh, I mean, not my type, but...
OO, let's go.
Uh, we going to get those wraps, yeah?
I got enough on me. You ride, yeah?
Uh, yeah. What?
You wanna... You wanna come with?
Wallahi, I ain't sitting here listening to my mum crying all night, am I?
This party better be banging.
"Tonight's the night. I can feel it."
Listen, yeah. That bikes mine, Rizla. Don't scratch it.
Go easy on that front brake, as well. It'll flip you right over.
IMRAN: Yo! - DADIR: Oh, shit!
IMRAN: As-Salaam-Alaikum.
DADIR: Oi, bus' a move, Riz.
IMRAN: Gizza sec. Come here. Yo! - RAZA: Who's that geezer?
DADIR: Some waste-man coffee-shop-mufti
trying to give Dawah to anything that walks by.
IMRAN: Sorry to hear about your brother, innit.
God... It's God's choice, bro.
God's choice!
IMRAN ON LOUDSPEAKER: Number nine is on the move.
I'll be eyes on.
GABE: Mm-hm. Keep me posted.
DADIR: Well, this is long.
RAZA SIGHS: Can't remember her room.
I don't know. They all look the same.
Can you not just call her?
Nah, I tried, man. She ain't replied to my text.
I think I've got the day twisted, like maybe tomorrow...
Yeah, let me see them texts. - Uh, there's some pictures on there.
Yeah, I definitely want to see them now. - Um, not just of her though.
INTERCOM SYSTEM DIALS
FEMALE STUDENT: Hello? - Hi, yeah, your pizza.
FEMALE STUDENT: No, you've got the wrong number, mate.
MALE STUDENT: Hello? - Hello. Yeah, we've got your pizza here.
MALE STUDENT: Uh, I didn't order a pizza.
Man, that's never going to work.
INTERCOM DIALS
You're wasting your time.
INTERCOM BUZZES
I swear down.
RAZA: Yeah, maybe back the other way?
DADIR: Where's Charlotte Humphreys at?
Deadline week? Probably in the studio.
Bottom floor.
Deadline week?
Don't sound like no party to me. Where you coming at me from?
RAZA: Man, I told you, I think I got the days all mixed up, man.
Don't fuckin' lie to me. - I'm not lying.
You're fuckin' using me is what you're doing!
Inviting me to come out when you're using me for my wraps!
Be a fuckin' man, Rizla, pay!
I did pay. Bruv, it ain't like that, OK?
You were cooped up at home, hurting.
I didn't know what to do. I just thought maybe you should get out.
Alright?
We're here now. Yeah? She's got friends.
Lemonade, innit.
HUGO: So, the clay at the bottom is supposed to be the idea
that it's kind of like, sloughed off former skins of hers.
So, that's why all the skin has this kind of mottled effect.
Almost like it's kind of dripping off her.
So, these, kind of like, I don't know, like a snake, or something
have kind of, like, congregated around her feet
and the whole idea behind that is that...
DADIR: Any of these your girl?
HUGO:...her past, that kind of...
DADIR: Sweet.
HUGO: So, the kind of, you know past traumas...
DADIR: Psychedelic, goin' on.
That's a mad shirt.
What the fuck is this?
HUGO: Uh, this is... Uh, this is mine.
Uh, I was just saying that...
I was talking about how the clay at the bottom is kind of like...
INDISTINCT CHATTER
MALE STUDENT: You have to wait for it to dry...
MALE STUDENT 2: Yeah, man. So you have to basically...
SHE LAUGHS
I was just thinking about people who don't fucking call me back.
INDIE MUSIC - HUGO LAUGHS
HUGO: I couldn't believe it. I was just staring at her.
Like, she'd never even heard of criticality.
It's like what is this, tech college?
HUGO: Oh, sorry. Is this yours?
I've got some cash if you want. - Oh, you're saying I'm a road-man?
I'm not sure what that is exactly. - Do you think I'm dealing?
HUGO: Uh... Well... Well... Um...
Hm? - No, no, no. I was just, um...
Uh...
Look, if you don't want it, then, yeah, uh, cheers.
If I don't want it? Right.
So you're not going to pay for that then now?
Yeah. Yeah, of course. Like, how... how much do you want?
I'm fuckin' with you, man.
HUGO: Oh, right, yeah. No, I... I thought so.
I am gonna need you to give me money for that though, yeah?
Now.
So, I'm lying there, stark-bollock naked, on this, like, plastic sheet.
There was, like, three or four of them running around
stacking me with ice packs, asking me all sorts of questions
and I'm like, "Sorry, love, I can't answer right now.
I am literally freezing my tits off".
And then I'm on the IV and that was that.
The Doctor gave me a proper telling off.
She was singing your praises though.
Said if I'd got there any later, then...
toast.
There's that tradition though:
if you save a life, you're responsible for it.
That's a lot of pressure, innit?
CHARLOTTE: Yeah, especially when you don't answer my texts
calls, smoke signals.
I thought you were gonna yell at me. - CHARLOTTE: What for?
You... you took me to A&E when all of my actual friends did one.
I'm not an actual friend then?
You're an actual mystery.
I don't hear from you all week, and then, surprise, here you are.
Well, you know me, desi James Bond.
Got that double life.
CHARLOTTE: Wow. You're so full of shit.
Let me draw you. - RAZA: No chance.
Please, look, I have this project in the other subject.
You would be perfect for it. Why not? Seriously...
HUGO: Charlie! Is this idiot out here your friend?
Which idiot? Hugo, what's wrong?
I'm just letting you know, I've called security.
CHARLOTTE: Oh, shit!
HIP HOP MUSIC: "Pat Earrings" by CASisDEAD
Oh my... - Duuude!
DADIR: Be honest, though, Rizla.
This looks like a hundred times better, doesn't it?
HUGO: That was my whole fucking term.
You're gonna fix this. - Whoa! No. You don't wanna do that.
Right, let's go. - HUGO: Security are on their way.
DADIR: Quick, quick. Wooh! - SECURITY: Oi, you two!
Stop! Stop!
DADIR LAUGHING: "Security are on their way."
♪ I know you want it, come and get it, I'mma give it to ya... ♪
DADIR LAUGHING
♪ I know you want it, come and get it ♪
♪ I'mma give it to ya... ♪
DADIR: Woo-hoo!
♪ I know you want it, come and get it, I'mma give it to ya ♪
♪ I know you want it, come and get it... ♪
DADIR: Wooh! Oi-oi! Woo-hoo! Woo! Woo!
♪ I took a little break from trafficking freight ♪
♪ (Trafficking freight) ♪ - ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Three litre CSL on a late plate ♪
♪ In Bape, got Bowie banging in the tape ♪
♪ Big brick Nokia, man... ♪
DADIR: Are you hungry? - RAZA: What?
DADIR: D'you wanna eat? - RAZA: What?
DADIR LAUGHS
PHONE VIBRATES
It's been blowing up all night. You don't wanna answer it?
Nah, it's Yousef's.
Someone kills my brother, and what am I left with?
Box full of gear and a line full of contacts.
Life's over, but the market don't close.
Is that what you wanna do?
Rent don't care what I wanna do.
Look, I know it's still fresh, but cops got like, any idea who did it?
Feds don't give a monkeys about Yousef.
DADIR LAUGHS
RAZA: What? - Yousef used to work here.
RAZA: Oh, this joint, right here?
How long ago was that? - Way back.
Every day, after school, I used to buck through
skinny little starving African.
Come out with my belly full.
RAZA SIGHS
And these lot fired him all over some free chicken.
RAZA: Nah. Ah, that's cold.
Yeah, innit.
Hey, boss man!
Remember my brother, Yousef Hassan? Used to work here.
Don't know Yousef. When is this?
DADIR: Nah. Don't lie, you lot fired him.
Whatever, OK.
Fuckin' "whatever". You hear that Rizla?
Just wankers, man. - DADIR: Ain't no "whatever". Huh?
I don't fire people. You ask the manager tomorrow.
Nah, you shouldn't have fired him. He was better than this place.
SERVER: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You can't be back here. Whoa, whoa.
DADIR: Shut up! - SERVER: You can't be back here.
THUMP - SERVER GROANS
DADIR: Dickhead!
THUMPING AND CRASHING
GABE: "The tin woodman raising his axe, rushed toward the little man
and cried out, "Who are you?"
"I am Oz the great and terrible." said the little man in a trembling voice
"But don't strike me. Please don't. And I'll do anything you want me to".
"Our friends looked at him in surprise and dismay".
"I thought Oz was a great head" said Dorothy, "and I..."
Is the wizard real?
No. The old man made him up.
Just read that part.
Yeah, but everyone believed him, so doesn't that make him real anyway?
Valid point.
He probably is real.
He probably he casts spells on little girls
and turns them into monkeys.
That's OK. You can just punch him, Daddy.
Daddy doesn't just punch people.
What happened to your hand?
HE SIGHS
It was the wicked witch of the west!
HE IMITATES CACKLING WITCH
HOLLY: I'm fine, thanks.
EMILY: Well, how else am I supposed to get you to talk?
I can answer questions.
OO. Anybody special in your life?
You mean sexual?
EMILY: If you like.
I've never really been in a proper relationship.
Well, not one that lasted, anyway.
My sister's staying with me if that counts.
Oh, that's nice. You two must be close.
Not really.
Where did that scar come from?
EMILY LAUGHING: Uh...
Um... - Was that rude?
No, you're alright.
The driver who was seven pints loaded was rude.
Oh, sorry.
EMILY: No, don't be. It's how I met this one.
Christ, you didn't ask about her back, did ya?
I've only been out of the room for five minutes.
EMILY LAUGHING: Shh, don't make her feel bad.
I was two cars behind
when that wanker ran the red and kept going.
I got her to A&E just in time.
She was unconscious, of course. Has no idea what a hero I was.
Did they catch the driver?
Yeah, he was an Aussie on his gap year.
His parents shelled out for a very persuasive lawyer
so he made bail, bought a ticket for the next flight back.
Never made his plane though.
Got mugged on the way home from his leaving do.
They took his wallet, his passport, broke both his legs.
Was this when you were undercover?
Your tattoos are part of a legend, I assume.
Unless you're an actual fascist.
I can't talk about it.
Well, I can. I never get to bitch about this.
Can you imagine, Holly, waking up to those every day!
You can forget going to the beach, the amount of dirty looks we get.
It's not like I can just say, "Oh, it's alright.
My husband was just undercover".
Can't talk about it. It's not me, it's the law.
EMILY: Holly, can you tell me where it says in the police rule book
you have to keep those things?
GABE: Hey, didn't we tell Lori about this? - About what?
GABE: Cans go in the recycling, this was in the bin.
Oh, it's not Lori's, it's mine.
Oh, my mistake.
Yeah, I had a cigarette.
More than one by the looks of it. - Alright, a couple.
GABE: I thought you were gonna give up after we had Lori.
EMILY: Oh my God. Are you serious?
GABE: Well, you asked me to help you. I can't help you, if you lie to me.
I don't think Holly wants to hear this.
Where's the pack?
EMILY: Fucking happy?
PHONE RINGS
Ah, course.
GABE: Yeah. What is it?
GABE TALKING INDISTINCTLY
Let that be a lesson, Holly.
If you want to get on with my husband, don't ask about his good old days.
I am pretty sure it was in the recycling... The can.
Well, you don't miss much, do you? - No.
GABE ON PHONE: OO.
GABE: Hey, we've gotta go.
HOLLY: Thanks for dinner.
GABE: I thought you were gonna to keep your eye on them?
I could hardly go running after them, could I?
GABE: You're not gonna be running after anybody
with that pirate limp, are you?
Ah, it's all part of the legend now.
Besides the devils in the detail.
GABE: Just lay low there.
IMRAN: Yes, sir.
INDISTINCT DISCUSSION ON POLICE RADIO
Hey, control says you've got an IC3 and an IC4 armed with bike helmets.
Yeah, two males, twenties. Long gone.
HOLLY: Managers in the back? - Yeah, through there.
GABE: DS Waters, DC Morten CTSU.
OFFICER: Right. Where do you want me skip? - Ah, just go around the back.
MY RAHIM: CTSU?
What's that all about?
Can you show us the security camera footage, please?
MY RAHIM: My nephew, Bang, set this system up last year
state of the art.
GABE: Great.
MY RAHIM: Check this out. 16 channels, always something on.
So, here's them boys. Look. Look.
You see that?
GABE: Yeah. - MY RAHIM: Good job I wasn't there, man.
I'd have done some damage to them. You'd be arresting me.
D'you know what I'm talking about? - HOLLY: Mm-hm.
Then, look. Him as well. Look.
Oh! GABE: Mm.
HOLLY SCOFFS
GABE: Rewind that for me please. Bring up camera number six.
MY RAHIM: Bloody bike helmet.
Spiros nearly bit his tongue off.
It's disgusting.
Animals.
It's all that drugs and drink. - GABE: Yeah.
MY RAHIM: Stole thirty quid's worth of chicken and all.
Look. Look. Never getting that back, am I?
GABE: No. - MY RAHIM: Hooligans.
Your lot are letting the city go to hell.
Yeah, yeah.
Is all this footage on that memory stick? - MY RAHIM: Yes.
When you catch these little bastards
make sure you give them a good hiding, yeah?
Only way they'll learn.
Where're you going with that?
I'm gonna catch the bastards. Give 'em a hiding.
Good and don't be shy.
Oh, we won't. - MY RAHIM: That's the spirit.
FEMALE ON POLICE RADIO: This is control...
FEMALE CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY
You recruited Raza Shar, for yourself?
He was a good spot.
Anyway, after your paedo skit with his mum
you can't run him, I can.
IMRAN: Oh, don't tell me our man's already bottled it.
He committed a serious assault.
Instead of blowing his cover.
Boy's a natural.
FIRE ALARM WAILS
HANIF AND SADIA SHOUTING OUT IN DISTANCE
HANIF: Ah, here we go.
SADIA: This one is for you!
Ah!
It'll wake up your brother.
HANIF: Ooh, look at that!
NASIR: Right. OK. Ooh, hang on.
HANIF: Open the window there, love, will ya?
SADIA: Wait, wait, wait. One more, one more, one more.
Ready? Ready?
HANIF: Bloody towering inferno in 'ere. - Stand back.
HANIF: Ooh. - SADI: Here.
There's a look I know.
That's a man with a proper hangover.
Sit down, I'll fix you a Hanif special.
SMOKE ALARM BEEPS AND STOPS
HANIF SIGHS
HANIF: So, you had fun last night then?
Rubbing shoulders with the luvies?
You never told me about your girlfriend.
HANIF: Here you go. - Where are you hearing all this?
Well, you complain like I'm the bloody Stasi
but, you know, your friend was polite enough
to answer all my questions.
Mrs Shar, you really shouldn't spoil me like this.
I'll be here every morning.
What's up with you?
Nothing, uh, I'm good.
SADIA: So, how do you two know each other?
Oh, Raz didn't tell ya? We met in jail.
FAMILY LAUGH
SADIA: No, I think he must have forgotten to tell me that.
HANIF LAUGHING: Jail. Ha. Yeah.
That's a good one.
PHONE RINGS
HOLLY: Does Rose know you're running Source 9, without me?
Don't worry. I'll pass it on.
HOLLY: I put Raza Shar on your radar. You said it yourself.
I should run him with you.
GABE: Holly, you bolloxed it.
That's new territory for you. Raza's just a means to an end.
You slept here last night?
Yeah, dinner wasn't such a hit for everyone.
See you in the brief. - Mm.
PHONE RINGS
WORALL: El Aduoa followed a pattern:
embed in a city, stablish a cell, teach them how to build explosives.
The Italian police found the Turin attack cell
sitting on a hundred canisters of butane.
That matches the Dutch estimates based on the blast radius from Rotterdam.
COOPER: Working theory is El Aduoa may well have continued that method
here in London.
HOLLY: How did they acquire the butane?
The same purchase pattern was used by both cells:
always on gift cards, one can at a time.
Multiple vendors within a 60-mile radius.
Then we should canvas the vendors:
petrol stations, garden centres.
What are we circulating? We have no suspects.
Just get 'em nervous anytime someone asks to light a barbecue.
How did the train cell plan on moving a hundred canisters of butane?
AISI recovered a stolen Fiat Ducato from a Turin farm-house.
What... What about the Ford Transit that was tailing Yousef?
WORALL: Uh, it's comparable in size.
But there's two and a half million white vans on this island
and not enough of us.
Well, just cross check MIT's list for Ford Transits.
WORALL: Yeah, OK.
HOLLY: We should just ask them to send over the transcripts.
GABE: What we're looking for won't be in the transcripts.
To see it, we've gotta be there.
SID: You missed a spot. There's almost a full sentence here.
Is this all you can give us? - It's all that can be written down.
Bloody CTSU, always wanna play blind man's bluff.
We have a drug dealer, gets a bullet for his troubles
not to mention someone took the time to bleach the car.
That means I've got physical evidence for shite.
Now counter terror is sniffing about
and my antennae's picking up a matter of national security.
Yousef was a source in an ongoing CT investigation.
SID: We're warmer, OK.
His form doesn't exactly reflect the pious sort.
HOLLY: Extremist recruiters often target low level criminals.
They're easier to radicalise
than people who actually know the religion.
Lost boys.
That's what Yousef was when I turned him.
HOLLY: Yousef had promised us high value intelligence.
We think he was killed to keep it quiet.
What's the intel to do with?
No, no, no. Don't go cold on me now.
SID: Yousef texted last weekend.
Were you trying to score?
DISCO DAN: No. No, no, it's... It's nothing... nothing like that.
Right? He was ribbing me because United lost last weekend.
SID: Last weekend? I thought they drew?
Yeah, yeah. It's all rivalry, innit, mate?
SID: Have a seat. MAN: Ta.
SID: I have phone records here.
How is it you've been living next to Mr Yousef Hassan
over the last three years and you don't know who he is?
AUDIO OVERLAPS AND BECOMES INDISTINCT
GABE GROANS
I told you, this is a waste of time.
GABE: Wasn't what Yousef asked for either. - HOLLY: Oh, 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"?
GABE: They're not, but you're theirs.
You know their biggest secret.
All they wanna know is, are you going to keep it safe?
You lie about anything else. you don't lie about that.
You can't seriously blame yourself for Yousef's choice.
I remember his choice.
He had five years over his head.
I took him to an Arsenal match.
And I told him, "By the time you get out
you won't recognise a single player on this pitch".
HOLLY: What about number nine? What was his choice?
GABE: It doesn't matter.
You don't just send a canary straight down the mine.
You put a cage around it first.
ROXY:...but I don't know more than that.
My stomach is water. You have something to eat?
SID: Let's get back to Yousef.
I know you had a relationship with Mr Hassan...
Barely, no strings.
But he was...
He was, um...
But he was gracious.
Not like most boys.
Why anyone hurt him, I don't know.
SID: Last time you spoke, how did he seem to you?
ROXY: That was so long ago, innit.
I can't remember when it was.
SID: Phone records show you were in contact with him
over the weekend.
A lot of boys calling me. I don't keep track.
Miss Novac, it's a criminal offense to pervert the course of justice.
Roxy can't eat, Roxy can't talk, can't walk, can't breathe.
OK.
Roxy does nothing.
POP MUSIC PLAYS: "Where Has Cupid Gone?" By Andrew Kingslow and Laura Dowling
♪ Where has Cupid gone ♪
♪ Now his arrows have flown? ♪
♪ You don't ever turn my way... ♪
HOLLY: Folic acid for the brain, Vitamin D for the bones
fish oil for the heart.
How many weeks?
Ten. - HOLLY: It's early.
One-a-day, save your money.
ROXY: Thanks.
I still don't really know what I'm doing.
Well, who does?
At least you know you're gonna keep it.
That's brave.
Why are you saying that?
Yousef would've made a good dad.
How do you know Yousef?
ROXY: What the fuck! You followed me? I've nothing to say to you.
OK. How are you doing? - ROXY: I'm fine. I'm late for work.
HOLLY: You're not fine.
You're pregnant, the father of your baby is dead
and you're alone wandering the aisles of the supermarket.
Look, a strawberry.
Next week it will be as big as a kiwi.
I read it online.
Did Yousef know about the baby?
You're the first people to know.
Most girls, they get, um, cakes, balloons.
I get cops stalking me.
Is there anyone you can think of that might have had cause to harm him?
I wasn't his girlfriend.
He didn't, like, take me out or meet his mates.
He comes to my place, he wants one thing.
You know?
HOLLY: You must have met him somewhere.
Yeah, at the restaurant where I work.
He comes one time with these guys. They're, like, regulars.
And he starts talking to me.
And, yeah, I guess he was a good talker.
The regulars, who are they? - ROXY: I don't know.
They come once a week maybe.
They don't talk to anyone. They don't talk to me.
They don't really talk English.
Well... well what do they speak? - ROXY: Albanian, I think.
HOLLY: Next time they come in, would you give me a call?
I don't want anything to do with these guys.
They have bad energy.
I've got a seven-year-old.
She's in the "why?" phase.
You know, "Why is the sky blue?", "Why is water wet?"
One day your strawberry is going to start asking questions.
What happened to dad?
Who hurt him?
Why didn't you catch them?
SIRENS WAILING
Didn't think I'd see you again.
Your friend already booked you a table.
MAN CHANTS IN ARABIC
RAZA: Dadir's brother got shot dead.
What do you care? You dumped me right in there.
And why do you keep dragging me out to this two-for-one shit-hole? Hm?
Safest pub in London, this.
Coppers bar.
Nobody you know is coming in here. Lucy will see to that.
You see the paper today?
Look inside.
I can't be buying no more gear.
GABE: That's yours. You had a good night.
By what metric?
They got a sword at my throat.
Dadir goes mental at some random in the chicken shop
cos his brother got fucking murdered.
I'm done. I can't go back.
Well, the way I see it, I'm keeping your mum out of trouble.
So, you've got to get me someone in trouble.
ROXY: Morning. Can I get you anything to drink?
I'll have a coffee. Thanks.
MEN TALKING IN ALBANIAN
GABE: I'm looking for a contact of Dadir's brother.
Maybe Dadir knows him? Some big-shot dude.
RAZA: Big-shot? Like BIG, or like, big?
Big-shot's all I've got to go on.
It's all you've got to go on.
RAZA: Is this the bloke that murdered Yousef?
GABE: We don't know.
RAZA: Well, I ain't trying to end up like that, bruv.
Just arrest somebody. They're doing more than I ever did.
GABE: That's not how this works.
Until we find this big-shot, you're stuck with me.
RAZA: How long for?
GABE: Could be a day, could be a lifetime.
RAZA: A lifetime?
Dadir is a hand-grenade.
He rumbles me for a snitch, I'm dead.
You know that, right?
GABE: I've never lost an informant.
I'm not starting now.