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How is it downstairs, Father?
As above, so below.
Busy and bloody, my child.
Just how I like it father.
"Fifty year old well-hung bear
plays blank to make you unload."
- What's this game again? - "Fill my hole."
I read a blurb from the phone sex line in this erotic literature.
Phone sex line still exist?
Yeah. I know. It's so 80's.
So would you want me to do again?
Guess the missing word.
"Filling my hole" in the sentence?
And the joke works on two levels.
Barely works on one.
So?
Well-hung bear plays...
Um... keytar?
- A keytar? - It's a keyboard you play like a guitar.
- That a euphemism. - No, it's an instrument.
- Why a keytar? - Well, you said it was 80's.
No... I feel like I'm chairing an Alzheimer's Anonymous meeting
surely that would just be an Anonymous, Anonymous meeting.
Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.
Zero kills.
Who should I bet on?
So, "dirty."
Finally. "Fifty year old,
well-hung bear plays dirty to help you unload."
Silencer selfie.
Nigel to the arena. Nigel to the arena.
Nigel, clear the arena, pronto. Pronto.
Sorry, I had to get my bucket...
It's been a busy night.
You've 20 bodies to cut and bag.
- I know, I just... - Don't forget,
after the body bagging you're on glass duty.
Jeremiah out.
- But you said... - Not now Nigel!
Nailed it.
Dave.
Sorry, sorry. Sorry, can you...?
Just get her in there. That's it. There she is.
No, no. Hold on.
There's just, just a touch.
There we go.
Okay, that's all in.
All right Gary? How's your mum?
Great chat. Press the button.
Right. Just two seconds. Sorry.
There we are. Just nearly out, that's us.
There we go.
Naughty, naughty.
You nearly missed the main event.
I'm the main event.
Ledge!
You surpass yourself, Tick Tock.
The blonde stays.
- Put the moose pig back in its cage. - No.
"No," as my father taught me,
is the last word I hear from dead men.
Yes, Mr. Requin.
No is a word I imagine people want
to say to you a great deal, Junior.
It's just you don't want to hear it.
No, I don't want to touch you.
No.
Jeremiah's not a moose pig.
How dare you?
How dare you??
Listen carefully.
You'll probably hear this truth once from a woman.
I'm only interested in you for the money.
Expendability against expenditure.
You give us disposable men to fight to their deaths,
I give you disposable income
to pay for the women who'd rather be dead than touch you.
I can give men, women, boys, and girls.
I need fighting age men.
Military background a plus
and nobody who will miss them when they're gone.
You have balls.
Balls break. I don't.
Your anonymity is guaranteed.
Nobody knows the names of the clients but me and my boss.
Nobody knows the password to get to the names but me.
Zero kills.
Hard Eight has a code of conduct.
How will a man who can't kill on request,
die on request? Hmm?
We have leverage.
He'll go down on the third.
If he lasts that long.
Rawbone does not hold back.
So Hard Eight has to cling on for three long rounds.
Where did you find Rawbone?
My father.
He won him in a game of cards and loaned him to me.
I told father I would bring him back in one piece.
Don't make me a liar.
We never really chatted much, did we?
You're a good man.
Everything you do, it's much appreciated, Nige.
Means a lot coming from you, mate.
Remember, down in the third. Not before or after.
I know that hurts you,
you hate to lose.
Tonight goes wrong, or hurts our business.
you hurt our business, we hurt her.
Chrissy.
We have eyes and ears everywhere.
In the beginning I asked you a question.
Is there anyone who would miss you if you went missing?
You said no.
You made a decision to lie,
and now you get to make one last decision.
You die...
or she dies.
These names, all people I killed.
I have a place for your name right here.
Oh yeah,
need me to spell it for you?
Yeah!
Don't kill the guests.
Father Arkancide, my lips to God's ears,
Hard Eight dies by your hand.
Ow, you...
Bet you're glad I overhead Hard Eight's secret call now, huh?
Payback's a beautiful bitch.
- Who is it? - Police, open up.
We've heard reports of screams coming from your flat.
Screams? Haven't heard any screams.
- But you will. - P-Please.
Please don't.
No, no, please.
Please don't shoot.
Is the bitch dead?
All right. I thought you were happy.
No, I understand. You're not happy.
Hard Eight isn't getting past...
What?
We have men waiting for him. Don't worry. I'll fix this.
I love you.
Mm-hmm, I want my money back.
Money I bet, money I should have won.
- Please, Mr. Requin... - Shut your mouth.
You made me break my promise to my father
that I would bring him back in one piece.
Well technically, that's still true.
I'll have to pay for a funeral.
You know what a coffin this size costs? Hmm?
You steal my money, you make me a liar.
Give me one good reason why
I shouldn't have Tick Tock here rip your fucking heart out.
There's two.
My knees ache.
The cramps churn.
I just want to crawl up into a ball and...
Now you're getting it.
The bleeding seems never-ending.
The dull pain in the lower back is constant.
Every once in a while...
Shooting pains.
And the headaches, brutal, right?
I recommend a painkiller and a good, long sleep.
Sweet dreams.
Now what do we do with you?
Fuck.
I'd like to reopen the negotiations.
I know the business.
I know what you need.
Settle your spurs a mo, cowboy.
It's Hard Eight dead?
No, but your boys are.
And you'll be joining them soon.
You shouldn't have killed Chrissy.
See you soon, Serena.
Jeremiah, tell everybody to be cocked,
locked and ready to rock.
Hard Eight's on his way back.
It's gonna be a fun night.
Ass!
Ugh, through the...
Stop fucking jiggling.
Muppet.
Now I can't sit in the front.
Win for me.
Nice, looks like we're the first ones on the scene.
How can we be here first?
Redmond told us to join her here.
Hooper, I know you've only been with us a month, mate.
But if you're going to go out in the field with me
you have to expect the unexpected, all right?
Watch me. Soak in my experience.
You'll go far in this world, son.
Your wife will have to sit in the back now as well.
Another win.
Been married two years, Hooper, you know what that means?
Third time lucky, she's the one.
It means if I'm lucky, I get one chance at sex once, once a week.
Guess which night I get dragged out on a last-minute raid?
Tonight. Was your wife annoyed?
I don't know. She's at her cooking class tonight.
All right Redmond?
This is a fucking raid, you Muppets.
Me and the SWAT unit are parked on the corner,
not realizing that you two knobbers
were announcing our arrival.
Fucking move!
I liked her a lot better before she quit smoking.
Detective MacCready, didn't hear you arrived.
Comedy Bob, comedy.
Right, on one we ran the door.
Three, two, one.
One.
One!
Where's the fucking ram?
We didn't bring the fucking ram.
- You forgot the ram? - We didn't bring the ram, Mam, Ma'am.
- Ram mam. - Stop saying fucking ram.
We didn't bring the metal, pushy, door-open device.
- Just say ram. - He said don't say ram.
I'm ram you, you fucking...
You didn't say you had bolt cutters.
You can ask for bolt cutters. You asked for a ram.
It's super specific man. Ran the fucking door.
There is CCTV, Redmond, but it's fried.
Need Hooper to come work his magic.
But before I can do that, he wants me to come back up to the fifth floor.
He thinks he's found something.
Police! Please freeze!
You have the right to remain silent
anything you say can and will be used against
you in a court of law.
Did you say "please freeze"?
I'll be back.
Mug.
Not a word.
And I need him talking before Keaton hears about this raid.
The Chief Inspector's very late.
- Oh, have you not seen the news tonight? - No.
The mayor's given her another award.
- ...revered for her work. - Woman of the year or some shit.
Please be upstanding for my old school friend.
Woman of the Year, Chief Inspector Katherine Keaton.
I made an important breakthrough.
Hm, what's that on his arm?
I know what that is.
Saying nothing, sometimes says the most.
Hooper, in with me.
Me, in? No. Why?
I need a bad cop.
Am I a bad cop?
Yes.
- Redmond, grab me his evidence bag. - Of course.
This silence is gonna make you a very popular boy on D Wing.
What are you doing?
You can see from his attempt at interrogation
my colleague is not here to intimidate you physically.
He cannot kick seven bells of shit out of you.
Not like I could.
Not like they will inside.
He won't outsmart you, he has no wit, zero charm.
He will never get the girl at party.
He will never get invited to a party where there are girls.
What he understands is computers.
Loves 'em.
He's going to retrieve the footage that proves you
created tonight's corpses.
Actually that's what I came in to tell you, Mac.
I've recovered fragments of the CCTV feed.
Bro.
What's with all the banging?
I'm being the bad cop.
At least you're consistent.
Just trying to...
- Congratulations, Ma'am. - Fuck off.
Why didn't you call me?
I was taking initiative, ma'am.
You're taking the piss, Sergeant.
Give me the run down.
A 999 call gave us the address,
the place we've been searching for.
By the time we got there, everyone was dead.
All except one.
No name, no prints in the system.
- Just carrying a door key and... - Who called it in?
A Serena Marcos.
Serena Marcos?
She here too?
Not yet, but we're still sifting bodies.
Walk with me.
I brought numb nuts in here to show you,
I'm not worried about getting you to talk. I don't need you to.
That tattoo removal scar,
it's an interesting shape.
Why did you serve, Marine?
You requested to join my task force,
I wanted to help a female officer climb the ladder.
I'm not your enemy, I'm not your friend.
I'm your boss. Respect that Sergeant.
Sorry Ma'am.
Disrespect me again, you will be.
I don't tolerate liars, never have, never will.
Now go get me something I can use from the CCTV.
Speak, don't speak,
I got what I need to put you in a prison cell.
Cell's nothing compared to the seven levels of hell I escaped.
And that's if I go to prison.
Oh you're going.
I know all I need to know about you.
I know more about you than you know about me.
- Right-handed. - Yeah
- Wanker. - Yeah.
Wife's cheating on you.
Yeah. How the fuck did you know...
Pricks.
Get out.
I await your explanation.
He wasn't talking.
- He wasn't talking? - He wasn't talking.
Did the claret get him chatting?
Oh, he was talking before that, just not about what we needed.
So you pulled a pencil on him.
I did that because he tricked Mac.
Did you glean any useful info?
He's a wanker. We're both pricks,
Max's wife is cheating on him.
The tattoo he had scrubbed is, it's military.
If I can get a regiment I can get a name.
Off you fuck then.
I knew she'd been cheating with that chef prick.
Two years she's been to that cooking class and she's still shit.
Good evening, Mr...
Always worth a try.
I'm Chief Inspector Catherine Keaton
and I'll be conducting your interview now.
Since you Houdini'ed out so easily
I see no reason to cuff you again.
No dramas.
We can have a civilized conversation, can't we?
Civility ain't what it used to be.
Fuck off, Hooper! Pull up his scar!
So what is it?
I'd bet Hooper's virginity our boy's ex-military.
Well, how do you know?
He'd spunk his shorts if a bird held his hand.
Yeah, not Hooper, the scar.
"R.M."
Royal Marines Commando.
Check military records for those kicked out.
Proud Marines don't remove their tats.
My dad showed is off enough for me to know that.
It probably doesn't seem this way, but I'm here to help.
So it's your turn to try and connect with me?
Patience is a virtue I hold dear.
Was Serena Marcos a patient person?
Now, look what else I recovered.
Welcome back, Judas.
I would have run, but then traitors are never remembered for their smarts.
You know, when Guy Fawkes failed to assassinate James 1st,
he was to be punished for treason.
Hung from the gallows,
balls severed, guts spilled.
After tonight, what you've done...
That's too polite.
But Fawkes was smart, unlike you.
Before he could be eviscerated,
he threw himself off the scaffold,
breaking his own neck.
I suggest you take a leaf out of his yellow-bellied book.
Put that metal in your mouth and squeeze till you feel a breeze.
You shouldn't have killed her.
She had nothing to do with this world.
This is my world.
You brought her into it.
This is all on you.
You die or she dies.
That's the deal we made.
You broke another promise.
And now, you both die tonight.
Serena?
Serena?!
I have an ear for guns.
They whisper to me.
Do you want to know what they are saying right now?
"You're talking to a gun, seek medical help."
"Shoot me, I'm full."
- What if I kill you first? - He kills you.
Okay.
I promised Miss Serena 60 seconds of pugilism.
So drop your weapon and raise your fists.
I guarantee when time is up,
you'll beg for a bullet.
Even I know never trust a man who thinks 60 seconds is impressive.
At least we're making money.
We have money.
Make him dead.
Serena Marcos a friend of yours?
Do I seem like someone who has a lot of friends to you?
Is she dead?
You know, I've always had trouble putting names to faces. Faces the bodies.
Ah, I'd kill to find some faces.
We just seem to find limbs,
torsos, skulls,
bagged up buried like a macabre pick 'n mix.
Serena Marcos and her associates at Club Knuckledust
don't let us find a body
to give the families who've lost a loved one some peace.
She, they,
maybe even you,
slice and dice the bodies of the dead
up into tiny teeny pieces.
Smash the teeth.
Burn off fingertips.
I mean, I should be in that interrogation room.
I mean, I took the call. I broke this case.
I was first on scene.
What have you done?
I was running his prints through a military database.
Whoa, this is, this is way above my pay grade.
- Hooper, can you get in? - I'm not allowed.
That's not why I asked.
Oh, okay, baby.
Let's get this party...
started!
Swipe left, swipe left, hello, swipe right.
Match! Nice pic. Really?
My mum took mine too.
Mm, fancy meeting up? Cool, cool beans.
I'll pick you up at 6:00 p.m.
Wow, how old's your profile picture?
Yeah sunlight's a bitch.
Hey, ho, hop on. Mountain bike, five speed.
Let's get romantical and hit dinner.
Who needs candle light when you have strip light?
Every morsel of vegan chicken in that bucket
is un-caged tofu.
Mmm. Fancy coming to mine?
My mum's in hospital, cataracts.
We have the basement to ourselves.
Oh, you like that?
Oh, yeah, slip off your firewalls.
Your main frame is so soft.
Oh, your password protected security is so tight!
Oh, yeah, oh, not the right spot?
Guide me, baby, that's it.
Oh, come on, that's it, baby,
that's it, give it to me. Yeah, oh, yeah!
Mum! You're home early, don't look, I can't stop.
Keep going, that's it.
Come on, right there!
Now, who looks like a virgin?
- You. - Always.
Forever.
He was a war hero.
Yeah, "was" being the operative word.
Hickshill Police.
Okay, Mr....
A very angry and loud Colonel Vaughn is on his way
to pick up Brodie in exactly 60 minutes.
Why would a war hero work somewhere that killed veterans?
Hooper send all the evidence to my phone.
I'm headed back to the scene. We're missing something.
Print Brodie's file.
Oh, we need to warn Keaton.
A few months back, Mac found a forearm with a tattoo.
the name Siobhan embedded in the hilt of a Gaelic blade
above a military regiment number.
It led us to a sergeant Jimmy James. Heard of him?
Names, faces. No.
Became homeless after losing his wife Siobhan to cancer.
Depression creeped in the back door
that the PTSD had snuck in and left unlocked.
Surprises us all at some point.
His identity led us to the fact that the homeless,
many of them veterans,
were disappearing from our streets.
I don't like it.
These men deserve better.
That's why I want Serena. That's why you should help me.
They my sympathies,
but sympathy is not Serena's strong point.
I'll tell you that for nothing.
Everything on Captain Roy Brodie.
This isn't everything.
I found out who he is.
You found out who he was.
This tells me absolutely nothing about right now.
We have him killing on camera.
Well that's better.
Any news on Serena?
She was alive last we saw.
Oh and Brodie's Commanding Officer,
Colonel Vaughn, will be in 60 minutes to collect him.
How did he find out we had him?
Brodie was flagged in the military database.
Hooper messed up, ma'am.
Anything else?
No ma'am.
Oh, we need to warn Keaton.
Vaughn said as this is a military matter out-ranking us,
anyone interviewing his soldier when he arrives
will be terminated with immediate effect.
No more excuses. I give you one job tonight.
Just man up. Put him down.
I told you this is my world.
And I control everything in it.
Fuck me.
Nobody takes that literally.
Let's start again.
I'm Chief Inspector Catherine Keaton.
Good evening Chief Inspector. I'm captain Roy Brodie.
AWOL.
Why'd you run?
Oh, I didn't.
Couldn't handle the pressure?
Pressure?
You have no idea.
You see corpses after the fact. Not us.
Must be hard in the mind.
What you want me to say? I'm broken?
I can't talk about it?
Nah.
Oh, I'll talk about it freely.
I'm proud to be a bootneck.
I wore the blues With pride.
Some of us come home
and they don't fit back in that easy.
Makes us think that we should have rode home
in a body bag after all.
It's if we even have a home anymore.
AWOL meant I couldn't work under my own name.
But of cash in hand, volunteering, stuff like that.
Some of us.
The streets we went away to protect became our homes.
Ceasing to exist anymore. But in our...
Their own heads.
It's hard.
Hard to give orders.
Even to yourself. When you're so used to taking them.
Surely you gave orders, Captain
Many.
And the one time I refuse to someone dies.
But I can't help thinking it was his fault.
Whose fault?
Major Vaughn.
You mean Colonel Vaughn.
Promoted?
Doesn't surprise me.
You know my name he knows I'm here.
He stopped me doing my job. He'll stop you doing yours.
He didn't stop you killing.
My job wasn't to kill.
It was to protect.
The innocents.
My regiment.
My soldiers.
My country.
A country I love.
That didn't seem to love me when I washed back, weary on its shores.
It's war.
Men are supposed to die.
Men.
Yes.
Boys...
No.
My queen, I fucking miss ya.
And I'm gonna love the fuck out of you when I get home.
Tell my boy that Daddy will be home soon.
Tell him I miss him so fucking much.
Give him a squeeze for me.
And, er, tell that little pea in your belly that I can't fucking wait to meet her.
You always get me through the days here.
I miss the fuck out of you all. So fucking much.
Benchy.
Is that all right, Cap?
You love her, Private?
Yeah, I fucking love her, Cap.
Love, Benchy.
Took out all the 'fucks' again.
Thanks, Cap.
Now fuck off, will ya?
Major.
Vaughn. Promoted since birth.
Make yourself scarce, son.
He didn't learn names.
We were already bodies on a block to him.
Skin statistics.
To what do I owe this pleasure, Major?
Seeing out boys out there without fear
played well with the public.
Who did you poll? The enemy?
Now that's a setup.
No soldier with a brain, or wants a brain in their skull,
would walk around waiting to get zapped without a bone dome on.
The public saw no fear on his face, neither did the enemy.
We're trained not to look scared,
doesn't mean we're not.
The Prime Minister has made it a priority
to get more of these pictures out to the public.
Then let her wander out there
wearing just factor forty and a smile.
The PM wants to show that we're winning.
By losing soldiers?
This is an order from up high.
No, this is an order from someone who is high.
I won't tell my soldiers to act in a way that'll get them killed,
so as a condescending prick, who's sacrificed nothing in their lives,
only other people's children, can prove to mummy and daddy
they're king of a kingdom they never deserved nor earned. Sir.
I'm giving you an order, Captain.
And I'm disobeying it, Major.
He ordered Bench to go outside the compound,
kick a ball around with some kids for a photo-op.
And he told them I gave the order to go out there without his kit.
He trusted me.
And his last thoughts were that I okayed that.
That I killed him.
He was just a boy.
A kid.
But Vaughn won't forget either.
When he looks in the mirror, he'll remember me.
And he'll remember Private Lee Bench.
An eye for a lie.
He can never un-see that.
Where did that come from now?
I don't know. I don't want to see where anything else comes from.
I don't want to see where anything else goes.
Oh, no.
It's not over.
Well, he's not getting past my kill squad
with just a dildo in a smile.
He literally just got past the kill squad with a dildo and a smile.
Touché.
How old was Private Bench?
Seventeen.
My son, Noah, was the same age on his first tour of Afghanistan.
Is this where we bond?
This is where I talk to someone who understands
why I want to help the men your employer has you kill.
Where's he stationed now?
Bromley Cemetery.
Roadside IED on a routine patrol.
No such thing as routine out there.
Where was he stationed?
Afghanistan.
Where?
Kandahar.
When did he die?
Two years ago.
I was there around then.
He was only there a month.
A month's enough.
These soldiers' deaths remind me of him every day.
I couldn't save him but...
maybe I can save them. Or you.
I'm long past saving.
Creating a dead son's a bit fucking dark.
Wow. He's still going.
Wonder if Brodie makes it out alive.
- What? - Wonder if he lives.
It's...
What?
Fuck's sake.
I'm getting worried.
I got this covered.
Kill squad in position.
Jeremiah...
do I have time for a toilet break?
Not now, Nigel.
He's coming.
You can go for a piss after you kill him, all right?
You're a kill squad, for fuck's sake.
Would you care for a cheeky bump Nigel?
Not for me, mate. Never touched the stuff.
Surprise, cockface!
Oh boy.
- And what have you done now? - I don't know, nothing.
I pressed something. Maybe. It was an accident.
- You were an accident? - You been talking to my mom?
Just get it back, fuckstick.
18 months.
Yes, I am surprised.
Because mathematically you've been
banging another bloke for 75% of our marriage.
You're breaking up.
No not we're breaking up there's bad signal down here,
I'm just...
What. No. No, I'm probably not going to let this one go either.
Detective. I'm SOCO Ellen Shaw.
I've been told you're looking for a dead woman.
I can't afford to be picky.
The suspect you have in custody you think killed
this Serena Marcos you're looking for?
Well, maybe. I mean, he's a mean-looking bastard.
I could take him. Probably.
You're married.
Married, dead inside,
potato. potahto.
I've just seen a mug shot of your suspect
and it matches someone that I've already seen tonight
murder scene before this one.
Multiple GSW. Looks like a pro hit.
- Can I borrow this? - Mm.
Redmond, I think I found Brodie's trigger.
I'm sending details now.
We all lie, Roy. Every day.
To hurt others, to keep from hurting others,
to keep from hurting ourselves.
Who we are what we are.
I think you've been lying for so long.
You don't even recognize yourself anymore.
I think the proud Soldier you describe
yourself as would be disgusted with civilian Roy Brodie, hm?
Is that what you're into?
Multiple gunshots, close range.
Let her go, Brodie!
I'm fine, we're fine,
lower your weapon
or it will be the last time you raise it, Sergeant.
Do it.
Talk to me, Roy.
Hmm? What happened?
I didn't kill Chrissy.
I'm a killer, yeah.
But I'm not a murderer. This is all my fault.
If I'd just gone down on the third, died tonight,
taken my punishment, maybe she'd still be alive.
No. I thought that...
No, I thought that Hot Lips heard me on the phone with
Chrissy two nights ago.
Oh, he told Serena, so she knew I'd broken the fourth rule.
Don't lie to them.
And by lying, I also broke their second rule.
Can't be anybody waiting for me when I get home.
Hi.
Hey.
So... last night?
Last night.
Didn't we agree not to say "I love you."
Yet.
Yet?
I definitely think we shouldn't buckle
under peer pressure to be one of those couples.
We're... are a couple?
Um, well, I mean...
I like the sound of that.
But you're right, we won't be one of those
couples who say I love you at every opportunity.
That's just sickening.
Yuck! They're the worst.
I hope this chat has cleared up all this "I love you" business.
So, I never ever say
"I love you."
Cheater.
Never. I Promise.
I wish I never met Serena.
It was all by chance, you know.
I was bouncing at night, was volunteering
at a shelter in the day.
Happy and Hot Lips came a visiting one morning
hunting for new meat to mince.
I asked them to leave.
I was nice, they didn't listen.
So, it was time to not be nice.
They ran home and cried to Serena.
She wanted to meet the man who messed them up.
Jeremiah begrudgingly offered me a job and...
I needed the money.
Going up?
Not now, Nigel.
Wankstain.
Can I grab a gum?
Don't think you're gonna like this flavor.
It's spicy. Blow the head off ya.
Hot Lips, Happy, head back upstairs.
You, follow me.
Where's this Serena I'm meeting?
That's Miss Serena to you, Palooka.
She's waiting for you in there.
Barry.
This is the final stop on the Knuckledust tour.
It's not pretty but it's where the magic happens.
What magic happens through there?
That's my office.
Nobody goes in there without an invitation.
Bulletproof.
Put it in myself.
Bulletproof?
I'm protected.
And as long as you work with me, so are you.
All I ask is that you don't lie to me.
It's the one rule we all live by in the Knuckledust family.
Do you have kids, parents, siblings, pets,
a partner, coffee?
Why? Er, yes, please, black, no sugar.
Hey. Coffee.
Because that complicates things.
You lose a fight or God forbid, you die.
We have to make you disappear.
We can't have people at home missing you looking for you.
Complicates the business
I got nothin', got nobody.
You'll fit right in.
He's deaf. And dumb.
Good thing he's strong or he'd be a dead dodo.
Then he would just be a dodo. They're already extinct, so.
Oh, clever.
Clever, clever science.
Man, dick.
First fight is Friday night,
the bigger the betting the more you earn,
the more you win the more they bet.
Circle of death.
I don't kill.
Break bones, bleed blood.
Spill less than the other guys,
just keep it entertaining that's all we ask.
We?
Sorry?
You said "we."
Oh, I meant the royal "we."
Any problems, contact Jeremiah.
Anytime.
My number's 0800 blow me.
You still live at home?
- What? - That's your mother's work number.
It's your mom's landline number.
Listen, I don't want to get pig-lifted by the boys in blue.
Won't happen, can't happen.
You see we have friends in not just high places,
but the highest of places.
Now...
let's give you a name.
Something to get gamblers gambling.
You're implying they have a copper in their pocket?
One of my team?
Just one? They have deep pockets.
None of my team of crooked.
If they are all still your team.
We have to stop meeting like this.
Ah, fucking hell.
Which floor is this?
Weird.
Don't Pinter pause me. What's weird?
This time stamp, it's not from tonight. It's old.
That is weird.
Where's Ellen?
Ellen? Don't know.
But I'm going to follow her suit by leaving and not coming back.
Bit like your first wife.
Fucking hell, kick me when I'm down.
You're lucky I don't kick seven bells of shit...
Seven bells.
A cell's nothing compared to the seven levels of hell I escaped.
You don't just want Serena.
You want the other half, the royal "we."
I'm gonna find them.
Burn down everything someone loves and wait.
They'll come looking for you in the flames.
Where do you start looking for someone you know nothing about?
There were whispers of a butcher and his blades on a horse and cart.
Whispers echoed loudly from Serena.
She took pride in regaling me of how she learned to
disappear the bodies of dead fighters
like a backdoor butcher.
So I dug a little deeper.
The irony.
A walk the cobbles working class man,
his kid went everywhere with him.
Piss poor.
But as many has instilled in them back then,
they had a true work ethic.
Their faces got known amongst the ruling class,
most of whom live without rules and die without class.
At those windows salivating for scraps.
At least that's what the elite eaters thought.
You see, this guy and his kid,
they provided a very unique service.
On the face of it you saw a normal and respectable family business.
But it was all just a song and dance.
Kid never stood a chance.
When you're locked into a life of secrets and lies,
how can you ever know what the truth truly looks like?
They were putting on a show.
Act One:
disappear those who had wronged the wrong man.
He taught the kid well. No teeth, no dental records,
no identification.
Act Two:
slice and dice with skill and precision.
Choice cuts, sound familiar?
Forearms with tattoos.
The final act was the reveal.
And the audience applauds.
But the tale ended as they all do.
Grimly.
They served up someone that they shouldn't have.
- And the kid? - Well, the kid grew up.
Years later,
everyone connected to the Rag and Bone man's death
Was wiped out.
Rats ratted.
Businesses burned. Arrests made.
You walked into prison,
you were body bagged back out.
Think it has something to do with the kid?
Each of the dead bodies had a chunk cut out and left behind.
Indicating who was dead.
A tattoo, a ring finger.
Wrapped in brown paper, tied with string
and left beside the body.
Just like Daddy did.
You're a hell of a storyteller.
I really hope some of them are true.
So do I.
You better have washed your hands.
Get in!
What happened to you?
Cocaine.
No shit!
No, just piss.
I couldn't hold it.
How are you in here?
I played dead.
And then when Brodie went to the bathroom,
lucky bastard, I just snuck past them and escaped.
- Escaped? - Mm-hm.
You realize you could have gotten out of here alive
if you'd run the other way?
Oh, yeah.
Never thought about that.
Not now, Nigel, just change.
You reek.
Go.
Dumbnuts better not let him get to you
or I'll kill him myself.
If Hard Eight gets to me that means you're already dead, Jeremiah.
Gun up. Kill him!
I'm going for a cigarette.
I thought you quit.
I ain't no quitter.
Right, light Brodie up as soon as Tombstone's out of the way.
He can't get through us.
Go!
Hello, gorgeous.
Fuck!
First I lose my Christmas cannon,
now my birthday Berettas.
My Nan's gonna go mental.
Not now, Nigel.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Tombstone was sat here, right in front of them.
Where's Serena?
She's in her fucking office.
Don't look at me like that.
You were the one that said look in the lost and found.
I was pointing at the protective gear.
I'm not some fucking fuckboy fucker you can just laugh at.
"Oh, look at Nigel, he's pissed himself again."
Unbelievable!
I come in here every day
for a paycheck that my Nan laughs at.
I can barely afford to rent her basement.
I go to the cafe for my lunch.
I never get reimbursed for petrol.
Not now, Nigel!
All I would like to be is respected for my achievements in here!
What do you want, Thug of the Month?
A kiss from the Queen?
You're a hired goon.
We all are.
There's no award for a man who defecates his own pants.
Dick of the day,
every day, you can have that.
I'm a self-employed dick!
I know what I'll do. Fuck this place.
I'll fucking unionize. I just...
Not now, Nigel. It's all right.
It's all right.
What's he playing at?
It's disgusting.
He's always gobbling out of his gob and sticking it in things.
There's loads of it under that coffee table.
Bulletproof?
That's not chewing gum.
Bollocks.
Is this where you deliver a cool yet comical one liner?
Nope.
I didn't know I was going to do
when I finally had her in my grasp.
I was just so...
I could feel the bubbling under my skin.
My veins coursing with vengeance.
I just wanted her to feel the pain I felt,
that Chrissy felt.
In that moment.
What did you do, Brodie?
I got lost again.
She had that ability.
Her siren call luring me into the depths of hell once more.
I pulled her hair tightly around my fingers.
A little harder each time.
It felt wrong,
it was wrong.
Then again, she never liked it right.
I loved Chrissy, but that world,
it was a different life.
Different me.
Like being back in battle.
That man couldn't possibly exist in the real world.
In Chrissy's world.
I could pass off the cuts and bruises,
but I couldn't lie next to her.
Touch her with blood under my fingernails.
She could never understand.
If I'm honest,
I never wanted her to.
Serena understood.
Serena loved that side of me.
She loved peeling the blood dust from my knuckles
as we lay in bed.
When did this start?
I want the boss to know.
Every time they was with Serena.
I'd been there an hour before.
Inside her, on her, over her.
She loved the danger.
She loved it, every second of it.
And she was open to everything, men, women.
Why would she do this?
Serena was the face.
If the hammer fell,
she went down.
She felt taken advantage of. Unprotected.
She hated the boss for that.
She tell you who the boss was?
No, not yet.
She was protecting me.
Why?
Because she loves me.
And I love her. I love, loved them both.
I couldn't kill her.
She's called the police on you.
She's playing you, you can't save her.
You're going away, Roy, for a long time.
She deserves to do the same.
Help me talk to me please.
She called the police on me?
Yeah.
I want to talk to you, only you, but...
Colonel Vaughn, I presume?
Let me show you to your soldier.
Serena's playing you.
There were no orders to kill Chrissy except from her.
Think. She recruited you.
She's the face of the business because she is the business.
She ordered the hit.
She's going to get me out of here.
She promised. We're taking the money.
and we're disappearing.
If she's waiting for you,
it's to make sure the evidence is gone and finish the job.
That's why she called us to come get you.
You're the last witness, the last piece of evidence.
Be a hero.
Like Noah, Bench, Jimmy.
Don't let them die in vain.
She doesn't love you. She doesn't love anyone.
She called us, set you up.
She send us to find you, Roy.
She told me to destroy the hard drives,
the CCTV, then come back.
I was supposed to have ages, but then...
I wasn't expecting her to call you.
Where is Serena?
At the flat I shared with Chrissy.
I tried to stop him, Ma'am.
On your feet, soldier.
Surely you haven't forgotten how to salute a superior officer.
You haven't changed. But you will.
I've got my eye on you, boy.
He's our lead suspect.
He's your last suspect.
A letter of resignation will be on your desk by 9:00 a.m.
I told your chimp that anyone I find interviewing my soldier,
terminated with immediate effect.
Is there any paperwork?
You can sign him out at the front desk.
You have no jurisdiction here.
I have jurisdiction everywhere.
Did you, um, get any leads from Brodie, ma'am?
I did. They were always one step ahead.
We finally managed to get a break
and my team do their damndest to fuck it up.
I'm the only person I can trust now.
I have one night left in this job,
and I intend on closing the case.
Put him down. Now.
Now it's Keaton's turn to burn.
The mobile you have dialed has been disconnected.
Fuck!
Come on, come on, come on.
This is Keaton, leave a message.
Fuck!
Hello?
Keaton's in trouble. She's not answering her phone.
She said she was following up on a lead.
Get Hooper to track her.
Hooper's gone. Phone disconnected, evidence gone.
I think, I think he just blew up a jeep with Brodie and two soldiers.
Hooper? That bellend?
He's watched every step we make.
Acting the fool, tripping us up.
Now he's just tying up his loose ends.
Well, we've got a few more swimmers in their witness pool,
so maybe one of these lads can give us some info on him.
Until they do, Keaton's on her own.
Brodie?
I've missed you baby.
Katherine?
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
Sorry I ever loved you.
I have to applaud you.
Setting up a task force to take down yourself.
You, you're under arrest.
Serena was on the run.
She needed protection.
A mentor. A partner.
Some would say a royal "we."
You can't connect me to Serena.
I don't need to.
Serena will.
Cameras get everywhere these days.
Katherine? I'm so sorry, I...
I'm sorry.
Sorry I ever loved you.
She killed me.
I don't believe it.
Password.
Do you understand how high up this goes?
They'll kill me before I drop a single name.
I'll kill you now if you don't.
Password to your accounts, please.
You want their money?
We don't need their money, but we know it hurts them.
Sunlight is the best disinfectant.
Names in the open, they'll be too busy with damage control
to worry about you.
Police station's that way.
Don't think about running.
Ask for Redmond or MacCready.
Good cops in bad times.
I see you.
Now we all see you.
What did I ever do to you?
You have a good memory.
You remember Ben?
Ben?
Torn in half at your club.
Eye popped out of its socket.
Dead. Discarded.
No funeral. No family.
Club rules.
He was my little brother!
I don't remember.
I'm fucking messing. I'm messing.
I always wanted to do a "Murder She Wrote" this is why I did it ending.
Oh, you people.
Always think it's personal.
Making it personal is how you got caught.
When your friends
have done bad things to good people.
Feeding with one hand,
slitting throats with the other. Well...
Me and my pals,
we do bad things to bad people.
Like you.
How noble,
but the people I work for are untouchable.
We just released their names online.
Consider them touched.
Why not just blow them all up at the club?
Kill everyone.
Dead men walk, money talks.
Alive, the money trail, the panic,
leads us to friends in higher places.
How did you pull this off?
Doesn't matter.
Found out you were skimming homeless veterans from shelters.
So I volunteered in one.
And I waited for your boys to come shopping.
After the bruising I gave his ego,
I knew Hot Lips would run to Serena
at the first opportunity of revenge.
Hot or not, those loose lips sink ships.
He overheard a private chat with me and Chrissy.
I knew Serena would do what you taught her.
I don't tolerate liars never have never will.
All I ask is you don't lie to me.
It's the one rule we all live by at the Knuckledust family.
Don't break that first rule or we break you, then...
We have eyes and ears everywhere.
...my old school friend, Woman of the Year,
Chief Inspector Katherine Keaton.
Chrissy's death gives me a plausible reason
to go on a rampage.
I kill the CCTV and everyone inside.
Except for Serena.
Hickshill Police Department.
My name is Serena Marcos.
I run Club Knuckledust with...
he's here.
One of my pals keeps his good eye on Serena,
whilst another pal puts all eyes on me.
Police! Please, freeze!
- Drop MacCready clues using his two Achilles heels. - R.M.
The pride of his father's military service
and any pretty woman.
We feed Redmond info,
which bolsters the truth of my story.
To you.
So really believe every lie that leaves my lips.
But people have seen you.
You all exist.
They'll look for you.
Oh, we're dead.
It's amazing what you can achieve with a jeep,
semtex and three dead bodies slipped out an S&M gear.
People will remember you.
Police chief runs human trafficking
and drug dealing fight club.
Bigger story than dead soldier.
They die every day. Nobody cares.
They should.
But they don't.
My dad always said never mix business and pleasure.
I was an old fool.
Thinking something so beautiful could love...
This.
Oh, she loved you.
She only turned when she saw how easy it was for you to kill her.
This accent.
Like a cigarette after quitting.
You know it's gonna kill you, but I feel so damn good.
When did you know it was me?
Hooper went in knowing it was someone in your unit.
He linked you to Serena.
We had to turn you against each other.
What was the relationship?
Mother-daughter? That's hard.
Purely business, it's easier.
Lovers?
We went old school.
Jealousy always plays.
I promised myself I wouldn't let emotions rule over me.
My dad moved us to East London
from East Kilbride after Mom left.
He promised me it was for a better life.
But he always broke his promises.
My dad was just trying to protect me
by hiding in plain sight.
Which was a technique that stood me in good stead
for what was to come.
A wolf in cop's clothing.
A bit like me, my dad had an eye for the ladies.
And Eleanor Smythe-Keaton was a lady.
I would wait outside while he paid her visits
to fix her plumbing.
She was only one of his girls that took the time to speak to me.
Couldn't have kids of her own.
So she took me in.
I took my opportunity to reinvent myself.
Learn the ways of the prim and proper
at private school.
I came into contact with more criminals inside those hallowed walls
than I ever did with my Dad.
To those who have everything, more will be given.
From those who have nothing, everything will be taken.
My school motto.
Why a copper?
I wasn't dirty enough for politics.
So you and Serena never...
Never.
That story with the sex, the...
Believe half of what you see, and none of what you hear, ma'am.
You've taken everything from me, Brodie.
Is your real name even Brodie?
Now I'll never learn what your real name is.
I can't believe you came up here without a weapon.
Oh, I didn't.
What the...
Who are you? Hmm?
Wake up.
Wake up!
You're famous.
So sorry.
You're fucked.
Sorry I ever loved you.
I'll deal with the paperwork.
Go home to your wife and I'll sort things out.
Nah, I'll head back to the station,
have a little chat with our former boss.
It's a big case, I wanna get to the bottom of it.
Besides, Donna's always telling me I can't let go of the little things.
Guess she's wrong again.
Is it done?
He's down. Finally.
Listen, I'm,
I'm sorry I've been harsh tonight.
Do you forgive me, Big Trouble?
Of course, Little China.
As Old Jack always says...
What the hell?
Their names are out in the open.
They've nowhere left to hide.
Now the real hunt begins.
Now, Nigel.
Now.
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