Today we're flying the flag in Mount Eden.
If you're not on another specific call,
I want you out patrolling the estate.
Anything of interest, you feed it back to me immediately. OK?
Your district has put a call out for volunteers
to help out in response.
- It's only for a few days. - 100%.
GRUNTING
I'm just remembering your face, mate,
for the next time I see you.
You're done, Dixie. Dead man walking.
Close your eyes. It's easier.
MUFFLED GUNSHOTS
- One for the road? - No! Would you get away?
The thing is, Shane, right now we've a murder on our patch,
and the one guy I thought I could rely on
is standing in front of me, sweating buckets, stinking of drink.
- Look, I won't let you down here. - We have a statement from a former
officer who was involved in this case.
They knew. My superiors. Of course they did.
They're going to fight you on this every step of the way.
I think we should just take a beat, work-wise, everything-wise.
OK.
I want to take over the whole supply.
I've got good people around me. Taxi business.
You pay that back double in a month.
We're seizing this money under the Proceeds of Crime Act
until such a time as you can provide an explanation for it.
Can I help you?
Can I have my money back?
JONTY: So, you're seriously telling me that this £30,000 in cash
was charity fundraising for a new community centre?
Who donated?
Everybody.
I have a statement here from the chairman.
It says exactly what the money was for.
And this just happened to be in the back of your taxi?
Is that right?
My driver was on his way to the credit union.
- HE CHUCKLES - Aye, dead on.
I actually have another letter from the manager,
says she was expecting it.
We're going to need to verify these
before we can give you your money back.
That looks pretty bad, doesn't it?
- What does? - PSNI seizing money that belongs to the community.
Not exactly winning back hearts and minds.
Hearts and minds?
Maybe we could get you to make another wee speech.
I served in Afghanistan.
Two tours.
Towards the end, they ordered us to burn their poppy fields.
The farmers pleading with us,
saying it was their only source of income.
Begging with us,
saying that their children would starve if we did it.
We did it anyway.
And there was one farmer.
He said that for every field that burns...
...you create 100 new enemies.
My advice? I take the money now,
and if you have any concerns about those statements...
...I think you can get back to me.
HELEN: Who do you think's giving him orders?
I don't think that boy takes orders from anyone.
- What now? - Leave that to me.
DISTANT ENGINE STARTS
- Morning, ma'am. - Morning. - Morning, ma'am.
Right.
Where are we on the Dixon murder?
DCI Damien Marshall, ma'am. I'm SIO.
Congratulations.
So, it's a bit of a slow burner, ma'am.
Some unidentified fibres found at the scene.
No forensics giving a link to a suspect.
No witnesses.
Any leads from the community?
They're kind of not talking to me, ma'am.
This Lee Thompson character, where does he fit in?
I'm working on it, ma'am.
So...
...you're a murder cop with no suspect.
You're a neighbourhood cop with no neighbourhood.
You're an intelligence cop with no intelligence.
And you're in charge of all this. Is that right?
Yes, ma'am.
Wonderful.
Good to see the boss.
MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO
PHONE BUZZES AND CHIMES
PHONE CHIMES
For fuck's sake!
What's wrong?
Annie?
This.
- Is that...? - Me and Shane. Yeah.
He must have shared it.
Shared it? What, on social media?
No. Like, on a WhatsApp group or something.
- It's doing the rounds. - Right. You have to report him.
- For that? - Yeah.
Nah. I'll deal with it.
RADIO: Uniform to 7-0.
Domestic disturbance at Hemsworth Close. Over.
SIREN WAILS
SLURPING
So, er, what's the deal with Annie Conlon?
What do you mean?
Like... blows a bit hot and cold, doesn't she?
Shane, she's a friend of mine.
All right. Jesus!
Just making conversation.
HE SLURPS
PHONE BUZZES AND CHIMES
Give us a minute here, mate, will you?
What?
I need to make a call.
- Mate, it's bucketing. - It's private.
Prick.
LINE RINGS
- Sarge. - Sober today?
- Yes, Sarge. - OK, listen to me.
Looks like there might be a completely new player in town.
- Guy by the name of Lee Thompson. - Right.
- I need some intelligenceconfirming that and I need it today. - OK.
I'm going to send you the details of a mid-level dealer,
Sandy McKnight. You need to put the squeeze on him,
get him to confirm Thompson's the new wholesaler.
Put the squeeze on him?
Yeah. He lives with his ma.
She has a record for dealing from back in the day.
Do you get me?
- Taking the gloves off here. - Right.
- Gloves off. - We need a result.
- Mate, they're dealing. - Great. Get in the car.
- What? - Get in.
We've just had a task in from Canning.
Intel work.
We don't do Intel work, Shane. We're... we're response.
Listen, you just follow my lead today, all right?
We're taking the gloves off.
- What? - Just... watch and learn, all right?
ENGINE STARTS
Uniform from 7-0. That's arrival.
Received, 7-0. Over.
MUSIC PLAYS FAINTLY
DEVICE BEEPS
Hello! Police.
Anyone home?
Is anybody hurt?
Hello?
Police!
Hello?
- Anyone home? Hello? - Show yourself!
Hello?
Anyone home?
Police!
FLAMES CRACKLE
Hello?
"I have of late - but wherefore I know not -
- "lost all my mirth..." - Jesus, what...?
Oh, God...
Hello?
It's all right. It's OK.
Is that your blood?
Aye.
What are you doing?
It's a barbecue.
Well, I can see it's a barbecue.
You barbecuing clothes?
Yep.
Are they yours?
No. My wife's.
Where is she?
Is she in the house?
Is she safe?
She's left me.
Here, yous know something?
Yous are very good-looking girls.
WOMAN: Gary? Gary?!
What in the name of God is going on here?
Oh, shite!
♪ Of the sleepin' city sidewalk
♪ And Sunday mornin' comin' down... ♪
What's your favourite gun?
Well, young man, that depends.
- On what? - On lots of things.
Did you ever kill anyone?
What do you mean?
When you were in the Army with my Uncle Lee.
Oh. Aye.
That's mad.
How many?
Davy.
Tina shut everything off on me.
Told me you're the new man now.
I'd like to stay here, Lee, in Mount Eden.
My kids are here,
grandkids.
It's home, you know.
I won't cause you any trouble.
When I got back, I went for a wee walk around the estate.
Couldn't believe it, Davy.
Just couldn't get over it.
What do you mean?
The dirt.
The debts.
- The drugs. - HE SCOFFS
- But sure, you're selling drugs. - I am. Aye.
Everywhere but here.
You and Dixon destroyed this place.
- Lee... - Oh, you had your chance.
You did what you did.
And that means you don't deserve to live here any more.
- Lee, please... - You came here and looked me in the eye.
I respect that.
But if I lay eyes on you again...
...you'll go the way Dixon went.
Did my Uncle Lee ever kill anybody?
He's better at saving people.
Who did he save?
Me.
Really? How?
You can't save this place.
Nobody can.
Watch me.
HE SCOFFS
WHISPERS: What's happening?
What's happening, Henry,
is that all the bad people are leaving this place.
Because you told them to?
Yeah.
HE IMITATES GUNSHOT
GRACE: Uniform from 7-0.
ON RADIO: Received, 7-0. Over.
Roger, Uniform. We have a male at this location.
We're just, er... We're just talking to his wife.
Wait out for an update.
Thanks.
I'm so sorry about this.
I should never have left him last night.
I just went to my sister's.
I needed a break, you know.
He's just...
Well, he's been...
He's been what?
On one of his binges.
OK. Erm...
I can see you've got children.
Kelly.
She's away at university now, thanks be to God.
I'm sorry, I have to ask you this, but...
...has he ever hurt you?
God, no.
No. He's a good man. He'd never do that.
He was a teacher?
He taught English.
He was good at it. Loved it too.
Hmm.
It took everything from him, you know; the drink.
Everything.
I just...
I couldn't stop him.
What can you do?
You could leave him.
What?
You don't have to stay with him. You could leave him.
- Annie... - What age are you?
- Sorry? - You don't have a clue, love.
Not a clue. How could you?
But someday you will.
CLATTERING, GARY GROANS
Stamp of nature, girls.
Stamp of nature.
Sit down, love.
Right. Let's go.
Mate.
Police! Open up!
- You all right? - BABY CRIES
What are you doing?
- Where's Sandy? - I don't know! What's happening?
We just need to have a quick look around,
- and then... and then we'll be gone. - Quick look...? For what?
- What do you think you're going to find? - Well...
- Where's your warrant? - Don't need one. Stay with her.
You don't need one? What are you talking about?
Look, do you maybe want to put the baby down
- and we'll have a chat? - Yeah.
HE EXHALES
That's us now.
I want you both to get out.
- What is he looking for? - We'll be gone soon.
This is what you're doing? You're just barging into people's houses?
Look what I found.
I've never seen that before in my life.
Doesn't matter. It's in this house.
Where is he?
Where's Sandy?
Hello?
MUSIC, FAINTLY: Plastic Skeletons by Jealous Of The Birds
VOLUME INCREASES
♪ Do you wanna meet on the cold concrete
♪ Outside our favourite diner?
♪ Do you wanna wrap me up in suede Smudge off my black eyeliner?
♪ Notebooks filled with dirty poems All slanted like hipbones of women
♪ Who stand and twist the cords of telephones
♪ I kiss your microphone and blame it on hormones
♪ Oh, I've become addicted to the smell of your cologne
♪ But why can't we just keep it our little summer secret? ♪
Excuse me. Can I help you?
♪ Drink your margarita... ♪
- RADIO TURNS OFF - Mmm.
Er...
Mmm.
Mmm!
- Constable Byrne? - Hmm.
MOUTH FULL: How are you doing...
...ma'am?
OK, so, as you can see, everyone's out on the ground.
Just give me a call sign, ma'am. Ready to rock.
Not today. Grab a desk, log in and complete your online safety course.
I've done that already, ma'am.
- When? - Last year.
I like everyone in the section to refresh it every six months.
So now you get to do it again.
Ma'am.
STEVIE: Central custody full, as usual.
SANDRA: This reminds me of queuing to get onto a ferry.
The worst ferry in the world.
This is ridiculous.
Sleeping like a baby.
Do you think he'll remember what he did?
- The state we picked him up in, probably not. - Hmm.
How are you?
Me?
Yeah... You know.
Yeah, I suppose I do.
So, you're still definitely going back to London?
Back to the Met or something?
Nah.
I think I'm done upholding the rule of law.
I was thinking maybe...
...librarian.
Librarian?
- Right. OK. - SHE CHUCKLES
Let me hear your "shush".
- My what? - Your "shush".
Oh! My "shush".
OK. Hang on.
- SHE SHUSHES - No talking.
Very impressive!
How about you?
How do you mean?
Well...
I have two cons who work well together,
who enjoy working together,
asking to be separated on the rota.
Am I allowed to ask why?
It's complicated.
MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO
I still think we should have arrested him.
We've already arrested him.
What do you mean?
Me and Stevie, we booked him last year for drink-driving.
Not that he'll remember.
Why did I say that to his wife?
I just... I just need to sort myself out, Grace.
Do you know that? Like you.
- Like me? - Yeah. Like you.
You think before you do things.
Like, I mean, you and Stevie, right, deciding not to do anything,
because of work or being sensible.
I'm sorry, what?
Sorry.
Sorry. I shouldn't have mentioned that. Sorry to...
Do you really think that I've got everything sorted, that I know...
...I know exactly what I'm doing?
Er, yeah.
- Yeah. I mean... - Annie, no, no.
My son has buggered off to England
because I didn't see how unhappy he was.
I had to sell my house because it wasn't secure any more.
- And now I'm living with... - With me. - Yeah, yeah. No offence.
Stevie's barely talking to me.
Yeah, and last week...
...Jesus Christ, last week, I almost shot someone.
Does that sound sorted to you?
No.
I mean...
- It sounds batshit freaking crazy, to be honest with you. - Yeah.
Everything I do these days goes wrong.
Oh, fuck it.
- TYRES SCREECH - Where are we going?
Let's try and get one thing right, shall we?
Shane, this isn't even admissible as evidence.
Yep. I know that.
So what are we doing with it, then?
Leverage.
TYRES SCREECH
You go to the front door, make a fucking racket.
Give me that.
- KNOCKING ON WINDOW - Police. Open up!
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Open up! Police!
GLASS SMASHES
What's the craic, lads?
What are you doing? You can't break in here like that.
What are you doing, mate?
Good man.
- THUD - Oh!
- THUD - Get away from me.
KNOCKING
REPEATED KNOCKING
Oh!
CRASH, REPEATED KNOCKING
Jesus...
I'm not looking for any trouble!
Fuck off!
Hello. Open the door! It's the police!
Don't move!
Sorry. I couldn't find the key.
SHANE PANTS
They had a wee fall.
COMPUTER: You've asked a suspect to confirm their name
and date of birth in order to complete a background check.
The suspect refuses to comply and becomes verbally aggressive.
Do you, A, immediately arrest the suspect,
B, call for a backup call sign,
C, warn the suspect that you intend to arrest them
if they do not comply?
Or option D: Kick 'em in the balls.
JONTY: Constable.
Sir!
- Who are you? - Aisling Byrne, sir.
Temporary transfer.
Inspector Johnston.
I thought I met the inspector already.
Yeah, it's...
Well, it's complicated.
She make you do the safety course, aye?
- Yeah. - Woman loves a safety course.
I have a couple of statements here.
You wouldn't mind verifying one of them for me?
It's from a manager of a credit union.
You can do it over the phone.
I'm going to do the other one in person.
No bother.
What should I tell Inspector McNally?
You could tell her...
...Inspector Johnston is very sorry,
but she still owes me a drink.
By the way, pretty sure it's not option D.
Alexander Gareth Kyle McKnight.
- HE WHISTLES - You know it's a proper record
when you have to scroll down it to get to the fucking end.
HE LAUGHS
Right. I need to speak to Sandy - alone.
That's no problem, mate. I can go.
- Yeah. You can. - Cheers.
What are you at? Let me go!
Let me go!
Ow! Let me...
- Are you serious? - On you go.
- Good man. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- What'd you shut the door for? - BANGING
Mate, please! I don't like small spaces!
FAINTLY: Come on, mate, please!
- You're fucked. - That's not even mine.
This isn't even my house.
- Just open the door! - It's his.
- BANGING - This was in your house, bud.
- Open the fucking door! - Under your bed, in fact.
- Not mine. - That's all right, then.
Let's just say it's your ma's.
I'm going to go back, call it in, say it's your ma's.
She's going straight back to prison.
You know it's not hers.
Who's going to look after your wee brother then? You?
Nah. That wee fella's going straight into care.
- You know what care's like? It's fucking shit, mate. - OK.
It's mine. What do you want?
Constable, could you go and check the back door, please?
- See if I've broken it? - Check the back?
Yeah. Go on and check the back there, Tommy. Cheers, mate.
HE UNZIPS POCKET
Come on, open the door!
You tell me where the gear comes from,
and I'll walk out of here like nothing ever happened.
- You what? - Haven't seen anything.
Haven't done anything.
Fuck it - haven't even been here, mate.
I'll flush those bags down the toilet.
They'll kill me.
Who?
Huh?
Promise I won't tell.
Look, I don't have a name. They don't tell us the names.
You know who you're buying it from. Of course you fucking do!
All right, right, right. The Factory Faithful.
- That's not a name. - It's a nightclub.
- What about it? - On Friday nights, every dealer in Belfast is there.
So?
You go in, leave your money upstairs,
walk out with the gear.
Look, I swear to God, that's all I know.
I swear.
- How's that door? - It's broken.
Ah, you need to get that fixed.
Any old fucker could just walk in here.
Oh, and tell your ma I was asking for her.
HE ZIPS UP POCKET
What the hell was that?
That was taking the gloves off, mate.
For God's sake, Shane!
- What? - You can't do that.
We just got the first bit of valuable intel
that anyone has been able to turn up in months.
What would you rather do?
Go round and round on the hamster wheel
or actually make a bit of difference once in a while?
Oh, fuck's sake.
So, you've finally hit rock-bottom, have you?
Getting there.
I have, er, a statement here,
signed in your own hand,
saying the money that we seized from Lee is legitimate fundraising.
"Chairman of the community centre."
There's a wee... wee letterhead and everything. It's very convincing.
Except I thought you'd be wise enough to know better.
Get out.
You're not going to stand over this.
What's he threatening you with, Rab?
Only people who threatened me recently have been your lot.
Sorry?
I was stopped; two of yours.
Wee Henry in the car.
Taken out, humiliated. The wee lad was traumatised.
And now do you know what?
He hates the peelers,
and I don't blame him.
So I tell you what, Inspector Johnston...
you take that statement
and shove it up your bony wee hole.
I didn't call yous.
No. We know.
Look, Marilyn, if we keep tolerating this
then some day, somebody's going to get seriously hurt,
or he is going to hurt himself.
Now, every time this happens,
he needs to face the consequences.
He's been arrested before. It doesn't change anything.
Well, then we can keep arresting him until one day maybe it does.
If you give us a statement,
then we can arrest him on suspicion of criminal damage.
OK.
Yeah.
OK.
CAR DOORS CLOSE NEARBY
Can I ask you a personal question?
As long as it's about cooking, dogs or music, yes.
It's about Sarah.
Would you have...
Would you have been with her...?
Like, I mean...
...would you have married her...
...if you'd known at some point...
...you were going to lose her?
Is it OK if we talk about something else?
Yeah. Yeah.
Sorry.
Boss.
AISLING: Sir!
Constable Byrne.
Hi. I checked out that statement from the credit union manager.
And it stood up?
- Yep. - Cheers.
Sir.
See, when I talked to her, she seemed a bit scared.
- Scared? - Like she had to say it.
OK. Thank you.
- So, I did a bit more digging. - Right.
- Sorry. It was better than doing that safety course again. - Yep.
You see the taxi company that the money was found in?
They have to register all their drivers
with the Belfast Carriage Office for safety reasons.
We have access to that system.
- We do. - So I went into it
and I found the names of all the drivers.
And then I ran them through Niche and PNC.
- And? - They're nearly all...
...military veterans.
Some from here, some from England, Scotland.
- It's weird. It's like... - Like what?
It's like a wee private army.
So, dealers pick the stuff up inside.
They come out the back door. We'll be waiting here.
We take them where they need to go. They pay us on arrival.
Keys.
- I don't like this. - What?
Using the same set-up Dixie and Hamill used.
I'd rather we used our own.
We will.
Soon.
KNOCK ON DOOR
I need to talk to you.
- Give me 20 minutes. - Now.
Davy Hamill's left the estate.
Yeah.
What are you doing?
Do you think you're a gangster?
- Is that it? - HE SCOFFS
- No. - Well, what, then?
What are you, Lee? Tell me.
I'm someone who wants to change things.
Well, you're doing that, all right.
You're definitely delivering there.
You're going to get us all killed.
HE SCOFFS
No, I won't.
No.
I won't.
You wait and see, Mags.
Wait and see what I am going to do with this place.
Everything is going to be different.
It's going to be better, it's going to be cleaner,
- it's going to be safer. - You're mad.
Sure, we're all mad in our own way, Mags.
Stamp of nature. That's what it is, you know.
What's that, Gary?
ANNIE: "To the next abstinence,
"the next more easy,
"for use can almost change the stamp of nature."
Hamlet.
School play.
I was Ophelia.
What does it mean?
Stamp of nature?
It means...
...changing who you are is...
...really feckin' difficult.
But worth a try.
Finally.
- Un-fucking-believable! - BUZZER RINGS
Cheers.
Come on. Rise and shine.
Oh, where am I? What happened?
You don't remember?
You attacked a 14-year-old lad on his way to school,
tried to steal his mobile phone, broke his jaw.
- No, I didn't. - Aye, you did.
Jesus. I am sorry.
- I'm... I'm so sorry. - Well, sorry doesn't cut it.
Can you...? Yeah. Thanks
OK. Sorry.
Sandra?
Yeah?
- I would have. - You would have what?
Even if I knew what was going to happen to her, I'd do it all again.
What about you with Gerry?
Yeah.
Same.
Wouldn't have missed a minute of it.
You don't have to do it, you know.
- Do what? - Get on that ferry.
Shh! No talking.
DOORBELL
You didn't even ring ahead.
I didn't want to use the phone.
Right.
It's come to that, has it?
Er, look, don't take this the wrong way, but I...
Don't take this the wrong way, but you don't quite believe me.
No, of course I believe you.
But it's about what a judge will believe.
HE SIGHS
Wait there.
FAINT CLATTERING
I took documents with me when I left.
I could see the way the wind was blowing.
I thought I might need something to bargain with
if they ever came after me.
So that's...?
That is agents,
handlers,
operations.
All the dirty wee secrets.
You can take notes,
but the documents stay here.
Wee bit more homework for you if you're interested.
- Right. - Nice bunch of lads. - Hmm.
That's for tomorrow, by the way.
- OK. Thanks. - Foster.
All right, stranger?
Are you OK?
I...
Yeah. Just a... tough day.
Bit mad?
- You still up for a drink? - Yeah.
See if you're going to send pictures of us in bed to your mates,
- you could have at least picked a better one. - Wh...?
- No. Hang on... - You're not even that good.
Bradley, Foster; with me.
Murray Canning. What a prick!
Right, who took all my food from the fridge?
Anyone? No?
SIGHS: Perfect.
Welcome to the section, by the way.
Hi.
SHE SIGHS
LINE RINGS
VOICEMAIL: Hey, it's Cal. Leave a message after the...
BEEP
Hi, Cal. It's just me again.
When you get a sec, will you just give me a call?
All right.
- STEVIE: Hiya, Grace. How's it going? - Hiya. Are you OK?
Aye, not bad, not bad.
See you.
See you!
SHE SIGHS
SHE SOBS
WHISTLING
Brilliant work today, both of yous.
This is how we make a difference, Tommy. Yeah?
Change into your civvies. Stick around.
Hiya.
- Hey. - How was your day?
You know, same old, same old.
You?
Oh, you know. Same old, same old.
Goodnight.
Yeah. I'll see you.
DOOR OPENS
I need you to authorise overtime for two response officers tonight.
Bradley and Foster.
Why?
Look, I can't tell you.
Well, then I won't authorise it.
Well, do you want me to go and speak to the chief super?
By all means. You can explain the situation to her.
What's the view like from your little ivory tower?
Clear. How is it where you're standing?
- Thanks for your cooperation. - Any time.
You know, it's easy to sit there giving orders behind your desk.
When it comes down to it,
I'm the one that's going to make a difference out there.
Yeah. That's what I'm afraid of.
PULSATING MUSIC FROM CLUB
Why are you waiting for him? Come on.
- Your shift's over. Let's just go. - He told me to wait.
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
Tommy, mate.
A wee word.
WHISPERS: Sorry.
Look, there's something I need you to do.
- What? - A walk-through - this nightclub.
What's a walk-through?
It's exactly what it says on the tin.
Stroll in like you're on a night out, buy a drink,
you have a dance. Just observe who's in there.
Look. It's fine. I've cleared it.
Look, mate, this is important.
We work out what's going on in there and we can start taking scalps,
finally.
Good lad. Let's go.
What the fuck?
You all right, mate?
No. I...
...I don't think I am, actually.
THUDDING MUSIC FROM CLUB
MUSIC CONTINUES
So...
...you are only asking me for about half the product
we were selling before.
Well, do you want to explain to me how that works for me?
Short term, you'll take a hit.
In the long run, it works.
Why would I take any kind of hit?
It's the difference between tactics and strategy.
It's the difference between tactics and fucking strategy.
OK.
What I think we should do
is turn down the supply for a while, let things settle,
and the peelers will get off our back.
That gives us time to look into new markets.
New markets?
Orders on encrypted messaging apps;
coke, edibles, prescription stuff,
but all top quality.
Delivers in 20 minutes, 24/7.
With a big mark-up?
Once things settle, we can start to move outside Belfast.
Every major town.
Tina...
...is he a drug dealer?
Or is he a CEO?
Maybe he's both.
Are you, Lee?
Three months.
Mount Eden Taxis.
That's Lee Thompson's firm.
Yep. When you go in there, keep an eye out for Thompson.
Anyone from Mount Eden.
OK. Let's go.
No, no, no. You stay.
This requires a more delicate touch. No offence.
Off you go.
- Hiya. Are you booked? - I'm booked.
- I'm only going up the road. - I'm booked. They're all booked.
All these taxis are booked?
They're all fucking booked!
Dickhead!
Fine, off you go.
That's him in now.
- KNOCK ON DOOR - Come in.
Er, ma'am, Tommy just left with Canning and Shane
in an unmarked car.
He what?!
What car were they in?
Erm, I'll take a beer, please.
Here! Get me another fucking drink!
Here we go.
No prizes for guessing what's in the bags.
What the fuck?
It's one hell of a taxi service.
Write down those plates.
I fucking told you, didn't I?! Hey!
- TOMMY CRIES OUT - Fucking...!
You fucking limp prick! Fucking yes!
MUFFLED THUDS
Something's kicking off in there.
Fuck.
Stop!
SIRENS WAIL
- Shit. - What are you doing?
- We can't just leave him there. - I'm not going to be exposed here.
Shit, shit, shit!
- Bollocks! That was Canning's car. - Check inside.
MAN: I don't know what happened.
Go. Go, go, go!