It's light.
They're all holdin' back because we're runnin' low.
We could only give the Mancs half of what they wanted,
Glasgow's nearly out, and Birmingham are threatenin' to go elsewhere.
What about the other thing?
There's no way, Carter.
No matter what's happened, there's no way.
What's happened?
We asked around, like you told us to,
about Eddie.
There's a dealer on the Ford Estate and he was scared, Carter.
Scared to tell us.
The dealer sold to a kid who died.
He says it was clean. He says it was an overdose.
Either way, the kid died.
Well, it's smack. Kids die.
It's not about the kid. It's about his dad.
I've sorted Birmingham, but we're on borrowed time.
Yeah.
I think we are.
I was thinking, when this boat comes in, we should pick it up ourselves.
Why would we do that?
That's not a few kilos down the docks.
Our half's worth, what, 40, 50 million?
Who do you trust enough to handle that?
It's my half, not ours.
And I don't know who I can trust right now, Eddie.
Why didn't you tell me?
Tell you what?
About your kid.
Because he was a junkie.
And he's got a mother
who doesn't want people knowing he was a junkie.
So if we have to tell people, we say he died serving his country,
and if we don't have to tell people, then we don't say a word.
And if you tell me how to handle my son dying
in a flat on the Ford Estate with a needle in his arm,
then I swear I'll put you through that fucking wall.
Fucking hell, mate.
Poor lad.
Come here.
Okay.
We're gettin' out of this.
You've got a family to look after. And I've got things I wanna do
that I won't be doing in the back of a warehouse in Croxteth.
So we'll bring the stuff here, we'll sell it fast,
make more money than you and I could ever spend.
That includes you, Eddie.
You'll be weighed in properly.
But right now, I want everything we've got brought here. Every
shooter, every bullet, every gram of smack.
Then we control the lot.
It's just you and me now, kid…
till the end.
-Is it worth the risk? -Listen.
When you take down me and Carter, someone else will try to keep this going.
Without shooters and smack, it'll be harder.
There'll be a break,
a bit of time when the kids won't have anything to put in their arms,
and maybe one of those kids will use that time to get themselves out of it.
So, yeah.
It is worth the fucking risk.
Armed police! Armed police!
-Clear the room! Left clear! -Right!
-Left clear! -It's empty.
-Room clear! -Nothing here, sir.
Yeah, stand down.
-Control… -Go ahead.
Yes.
The rat.
It's Eddie.
What does Eddie know?
Everything.
Then we have work to do.
Yeah.
We do.
Yeah?
Hello, my friend. It's… it's Aziz.
I'm coming to meet you.
That's not the plan.
We don't think we should discuss our plans on the phones anymore.
Why not?
This is why I'm coming to meet you.
Get in the car, Eddie.
You stupid bastard, Eddie.
You know, I'm surprised.
Carter's known me a long time.
And he only sent two of you.
Well?
Carter's man.
Eddie.
He's an informer.
You've gotta be fucking joking.
He knows about us,
he knows about this, and… he knows about you.
I'll change my plans, then.
-We are taking the opium from here. -No chance.
Wait.
He works with us.
This is business.
We honor the deal.
You'll still get paid, my friend.
You take the money, we take the risk. You shouldn't have a problem with that.
And if you do have a problem, I wonder why that is.
How will you get it in?
That's our job now, not yours.
Unload it.
Come on, then. Get it off. Let's go!
Get the winch up! Hurry up!
What happened?
What do you think happened?
He found out.
Eddie, do you want protection?
It was a great place, Liverpool, when I grew up.
Now they call it Smack City.
And that was us.
That's how I'm leavin' it.
And I'm leavin' it without a son.
And I deserve it, because that was us too.
You did everything you could.
All I've done is help bring two tonnes of smack to England.
That's all you've done too.
But there's still one thing I can do. Something you lot can't.
We had a deal.
Yeah, we still do, but you're running out of time.
I'm getting my family set up a long way from Liverpool.
And then I'm gonna come back, and I'm gonna kill him.
All right? And you can have that. You can testify that I told you that.
And I'd shake your fuckin' hand.
And then I'd take any time they gave me,
just so long as he's in the fucking ground.
We'll get him.
How?
Go on. How?
Here's what Carter will do now.
He'll go to ground.
Then he'll sell the smack, and then he's gone.
And anything you lot think you have, any power you think you have,
that's gone too.
It's gone.
And you're not back to where you started. It's worse than that.
Because they don't just know about me now, do they?
They know about you.
So just to clarify, two tonnes of heroin,
£100 million of Class A drugs, is now out of your control.
It's 120 million. The price has spiked due to lack of supply.
This is veering into criminal negligence. Forget getting sacked.
-We could end up getting nicked. -It's a temporary situation.
You've lost your only informant.
You no longer have eyes on your Liverpool target or the Turks,
and the drugs have gone.
That doesn't sound too temporary to me.
I've got another way in.
I hope you don't mean the bent cop.
'Cause if you're suggesting that your best shot
at finding two tonnes of heroin in Turkey
is a bent cop in Manchester who won't talk,
then you might as well turn the bloody lights off!
Oh, Christ.
If you'd kept your man safe, this would've been over.
It'd be over if you hadn't given up the drugs.
-I 'ad to. -Why? Did they ask for it nicely?
What did you fuckin' say?
-You heard me! -Knock it off. Knock it off!
Knock it off. This is amateur.
You and Kate, get up north. Don't come back till you get a lead on Carter.
And I'm suspending you from active duty.
You what?
Go home and remember who you are, because it's not this.
I'm not goin' anywhere, mate. I've got work to do.
He's not your mate.
He's your boss, and you're going home.
Sorry.
Don't bring him here, Guy.
Bringing him here is not you coming home.
I'll take her to school.
No, you won't.
I'm here, okay? So I'll take her to school.
It's the school holidays.
It's been the school holidays for a while.
Right. Yeah.
We'll be back later.
-Where are you going? -Into town.
She wants to go to the zoo. She's been reading about penguins.
-I'm coming. -Not like that, you're not.
They sent me home. That's why I'm here.
And I'm struggling with that, to be honest,
because it's still goin' on, what I was doin'.
It's not finished, and I don't know…
I don't know how I'm supposed to get my head round that.
I don't know how to be… here
when that's still happenin' out there.
It's all right.
Come and see the bloody penguins, then.
Blake's right.
That's all we've got. A bent cop in Manchester who won't talk.
-Then we try again. -Then Goodwin says the same thing again.
That he's got nothing to say and he wants a lawyer.
Then let's give him a lawyer.
Tell me about these penguins, then.
Where do they live? I've not seen many round our way.
That's because they live at the South Pole.
-Oh, is that right? -Yes.
People think they live at the North Pole, but they can't, because it's just ice,
and they need to live on land because they need to take care of their children.
And also there's lots of predators in the sea, which can be dangerous.
Also, did you know the tallest penguin…
-It's called the Little Penguin-- -Love, this is us.
-Let's go, come on. Come on, quick. -Okay, I'm going.
-Quick, quick. -Is Dad coming?
Yeah, he's right behind us. Quick, before the doors close. That's it.
Where's Hakan?
You're not living in your flat anymore.
Don't you worry about where I'm livin', son.
Just tell Hakan I want my fucking money!
I never thought that would happen.
That they would… cross over like that.
The lives.
But why wouldn't they?
Because they crossed over in me a long time ago.
And I don't know how to change that.
I do.
I don't want you to come home again until it's over.
Don said that one day you'd need my help. Well, this is it.
You need to go back out there and only be him until this is finished,
because until then, you'll never really come home.
And if you do, you just bring him and his life and his danger with you.
Listen, there's…
Uh…
There's two letters
in the garage.
Don't open them unless you have to, but
there's two letters in the garage.
Then you can take them out of the garage when you get home.
Love you.
-Why is he unshaven? -Suicide watch.
Are you suicidal?
Who the fuck are you?
This is what they do. Police, Customs. Make you look like shit,
take you to court for a hearing and say, "Look at him, he's falling apart."
"He is guilty as sin."
So, Mr. Goodwin, are you suicidal?
Not quite.
But the day is young.
Get him a razor.
Good afternoon, Arthur. I'm a solicitor.
-Not mine, you're not. -Correct.
Mr. Carter is concerned.
-Shouldn't be. -Why not?
'Cause I'm in here, and he's not.
Well, the question is what you might do, or indeed say, to get out of here.
If they had enough to charge me, I wouldn't be here.
I just need to wait it out.
But…
I won't have a job at the end of this.
Mr. Carter's a businessman.
He'll always be receptive to a mutually beneficial agreement.
I may need to relocate.
Then I'm sure you'll do so with Mr. Carter's very best wishes.
They'll have my pension off me.
That is a situation I'm sure Mr. Carter would be keen to rectify.
Then tell him I appreciate his support.
Is there anything else he should be concerned about?
I believe Her Majesty's Customs are keen to talk to him.
Have they indicated how they might go about that?
I imagine they would go about doing that by trying to find him.
I reckon Carter's probably worked that out for himself,
so don't you go billing him for that.
Mr. Carter is a highly successful entrepreneur, Mr. Goodwin.
Unlike you, he has no financial concerns.
Mr. Carter can wear whatever suit he wants.
Can drive whatever car he wants.
I know who he is.
-So do I. -Yeah?
Mr. Carter is a legitimate businessman who cares deeply about his community.
Oh, behave, will ya?
He's a kid off the Boot Estate
with a dad in Walton and a mother who put him there.
I know who Carter is.
He knows who I am.
So tell him
he's got plenty to worry about, but that does not include me.
Thanks for your help.
-Yeah. -Have we checked Carter's mum?
She's dead.
Right.
-Shit. -What?
He told me she was dead.
He told me that.
You should be resting.
All I've done is what you asked me to do.
You told me to build him.
You told me to become him.
You can't just ask me to let him go.
-Not when we're so close to the end. -I can do what the fuck I want, son.
And right now, I'm trying to look after you.
I'm fine.
It's him.
He's pissed off.
And so he should be. The Turks owe him money,
and now they've gone into hiding, he knows he ain't gettin' it.
Yeah, that's what I said when I was where you are now,
and I had a boss telling me I needed a break.
I told him I was fine.
Said it was my legend that was falling apart, not me, so…
didn't take a break.
I went back out there,
and I went harder.
Except it wasn't my legend that was falling apart.
It was me.
But I couldn't see it.
Because I'd forgotten who I was.
And by the time I remembered,
I'd lost everything I had.
That's the funny thing about hindsight, son.
It always turns up late.
I need you to tell me,
if you were back out there now,
doing this,
knowing all that you know,
knowing what it cost you…
would you stop?
No.
Thank you.
I'm goin' back to work.
Yeah.
64 years old, no criminal record,
rents her house from the council, and has 500 quid in a building society.
-You didn't miss much. -I should've checked her out.
They can't be that close. Carter's in a penthouse, and she's 'ere.
I grew up in a place like this, Bailey.
With a dad who did his best
and a mum who didn't.
My dad drank, gambled, all of that, but he didn't break the law,
and he didn't like people who did.
That's the thing about places like this.
Not all the men are crooks, and not all the women are angels.
This is fuckin' embarrassin'.
Take me to the Turks.
-No. -Why not?
Because I am finished.
I have done enough, and you have done enough,
and now, I am home.
-You should go home too. -Tried that. Didn't work.
Hmm. It is hard. Yeah.
Once, uh, you have lived in this world, it is hard to leave.
Why did you help me?
Uh, because Mr. Blake gave me money.
-So it was just the money? -Because Mr. Blake gave me money.
So you don't care about the two tonnes of smack on its way 'ere?
And about what that could do to this country?
Ah, you think I should care about England?
That I should be grateful to England?
Let me tell you about England.
England caught me
hiding in the olive trees when I was 16 years old
with a pistol that did not fire and a uniform made by my mother.
England took me to their camp
and asked me questions, which I did not answer,
so England stripped me
and, uh, beat me
and burned me and cut me,
and, uh, rubbed salt in the wounds
and tied me up in the sun and left me dying in the dirt like a dog.
Until a man came and, uh… shouted at the others
and, uh, gave me shade and water and, ah…
saved my life.
So… I served him for the rest of the war.
I did not serve England.
I only served him.
Blake?
Mr. Blake.
So, uh, if you need some last help from me, you must know, my friend,
uh, I will do it for money, I will do it for Mr. Blake,
uh, I will even do it just a little for you.
But, uh… England?
England can get fucked.
Deal.
I know where Hakan is.
But, uh… you cannot go to him until you have something to offer.
Otherwise, uh… if you go to him,
you will not come back.
Tuesday's scouse, eh?
Always was, no matter what else was goin' on, Tuesday was always scouse.
Never mind your fuckin' tea. Have you heard from the Turks?
Not yet.
They'll do ya. You know that.
-No, they won't. -Oh, really? So where's the stuff?
It's movin'.
But you don't know where and you don't know how.
So they'll do ya just as soon as they can.
You know what I've done?
What I've built?
It's impressive.
What do you want, Declan?
A pat on the 'ead?
No.
It's a weak man who needs his mother's praise,
and I'll not have another weak man in this house.
If I wanted your praise, I'd die waitin'.
Could at least recognize what I've done. You could manage that.
We'll only know what you've done when it ends.
And right now, it ends with life in Walton or death in the gutter.
It doesn't.
No, I'm… I'm investin' the money.
I'm cleanin' it. I'm looking for business opportunities.
Listen to ya!
Don't get above yourself, Declan. You're a drug dealer.
-Whose fault's that? -What's that mean?
-You told me to do somethin' with my life. -I didn't tell you to do this!
You didn't tell me not to, did ya?
You didn't tell me not to.
I trusted… two people in this world, Ma.
I've only got you left.
Your dad drank 'cause he was weak.
And when I told him he was weak, he drank even more.
But I didn't care.
Because I had you.
And I could see that you were different.
I could see you would never be weak.
Not when it mattered.
You've come a long way, Declan,
and I don't care how you did it.
I just care about you not throwing it away now.
Because you're important, Declan.
To the Turks.
But I think they've forgotten that.
So go down there
and fuckin' remind them.
The important thing is that this isn't an apology.
Good start.
What it is is recognition of the job you've done.
Getting Eddie on board was impressive, and it wasn't your fault you lost him.
Finding the cop, getting somethin' out of him, that's good work,
and you're vital.
So I shouldn't have said what I said, and that's it.
-And that's not an apology? -No.
-Sounded like one. -Shall we get on with it?
Where are we?
Mylonas is gonna give me eyes on the Turks.
-And we found Carter. -And the drugs?
If they're traveling by road on the Balkan drugs route,
I'd estimate they're somewhere in Yugoslavia.
And neither the Turks nor Carter have an existing system
to get that much into the country.
They're gonna need to do something new.
They're not gonna be franchising out that operation, not for two tonnes.
We know where they are. We know where the drugs are.
We know one of 'em is gonna go and get the drugs.
Whoever moves is bringin' it in.
You were supposed to come alone.
I'll come however I want.
Where's the stuff?
Traveling.
I think you might've forgotten
about what happened to your lad in Glasgow.
You see, I've got a network.
You don't.
I could sell two tonnes in a day.
You'd take a year and get caught doin' it.
And that's my product just as much as it's yours.
So… tell me where it is.
Yugoslavia.
Then what?
Germany, France, then a ferry.
Who's bringin' it in?
We are.
No.
Whoever's on us knows
two tonnes of heroin is about to try and get into Britain.
A couple of Turks drivin' a lorry will be the first to be pulled over.
Get it to Germany.
I'll bring it in from there.
There you go.
Looks like she's leavin' him to it.
What are you doin'?
Whoever moves is bringin' it in.
It's over.
With respect, Home Secretary, I will inform you when it's over.
I am officially decommissioning your operation, Blake.
Whatever you have achieved, you are to present it as a victory
and shut down the operation.
It is not our time that is up, Home Secretary.
You know she's going, I know she's going.
Maybe at some level she knows it too.
She is still Prime Minister, Blake, and I am still Home Secretary.
If our operation shuts down now,
two tonnes of heroin enters the country in the dying days of your government.
Or you could be photographed in front of those two tonnes, which
may prove helpful as a successor is sought.
I appointed you, Blake.
You appear to have forgotten where your loyalties lie.
I have not forgotten.
I've remembered.
I've remembered that I never wanted to enter this world, your world.
It is a world without true danger, without true risk,
where weak people battle for power without accountability.
My loyalty belongs to my team.
My future and my team's future
will be determined by what happens in the next few days.
That is a deal I accept
because my team are taking on a level of danger and risk
unimaginable in your world.
And they do so with honesty
and sacrifice
and no greater ambition
than stopping two tonnes of drugs landing on Britain's shores.
The end is coming for us all, Home Secretary.
But some of us still have work to do.
-Where are they now? -Harwich Port.
They're gettin' a ferry to Hamburg. It's gotta be a handover.
Carter's takin' it from the Turks and bringin' it in.
You need to disrupt the handover without them realizin' you've done it.
And then I need to go to the Turks
and get back the job of bringin' it in myself.
You want us to operate in Germany without support?
I speak fairly good German.
What does "fairly good" mean?
Are you from MI6?
I'm sorry?
We were asked to help you by the Intelligence Services,
and you speak perfect German.
So… are you from MI6?
Oh, no. I'm a secretary.
Is that them?
Yeah.
So let's break it up without them knowing we're breakin' it up.
Guten Tag.
Hurry up, girls. We'd better get up.
Can I help you, lads?
Good day. Do you have a certificate of roadworthiness?
You what?
Do you have a certificate for the bus?
I can't understand you, mate.
What's the problem?
Yes. We need the paperwork for the bus.
You do not speak German?
No, I don't speak bloody German.
They want the vehicle's commercial paperwork. Uh…
I do not know the English. Um, we call it the TÜV.
I don't know nothin' about that.
I can't help you, mate. Sorry.
-Good luck. -Okay. Danke schoen.
Look at that.
She's bloody done it.
I'm surprised to see you in Green Lanes.
I need my dough.
If I had it, I would give you it.
But my father has it, and he's a simple man.
And it is cheaper to kill you than to pay you.
This ain't about your dad. It's about you.
I need the money for another thing.
An import-export business.
Good contracts, good supply lines, and an owner who likes a bet.
I can get the whole thing for a song.
Get me the money, and you can come in as a partner.
You said you wanted to do your own thing, to go legit.
Well… here you are, mate.
If we are to work together, my friend,
then we must start now.
-What was your man thinkin'? -He saw police.
He got nervous. He made the right fuckin' decision.
Easy for you to say. You're not the one who sent ten grannies to Germany.
This is not productive. We have a problem, and we need a solution.
Shouting like this, it's not a solution.
Where's my fucking money?
He's right, Hakan. You must pay him.
You come to me like this?
I've done my job. Now pay me.
How's he got in? Security's a fuckin' disgrace.
-You speak to Hakan like this? -Fucking careful with that.
You see?
These are not toys for, uh, waving about,
so put them away, let us do business, and, uh,
Guy will pay for the ceiling.
I will give you your money.
But I will not forget how you got it.
No.
We'll not give him a penny.
But if he brings the drugs into England,
then we'll give him double.
You what?
You say it can't be Turks,
and we say it can't be you with your buses of old women.
We've looked into him. We've seen what he can do.
He is a professional,
and we, we need a professional.
No.
Why not?
Because you wouldn't let me do it the way I'd wanna do it.
And how would you like to do it?
Customs will be watching the Channel.
I'd take it from Holland over the North Sea. Rougher seas, less patrols.
Then into somewhere quiet that I know and you don't.
That's all I'd trust you with.
And I'd want triple.
Hope you're remembering who I am, mate.
Yeah, you're the bloke with Customs all over ya,
a best mate who's a snitch,
this kid who looks like he's just dropped out the bloody sky,
and two tonnes of smack stuck in Germany.
-How do you know it's Customs? -You what?
How do you know it's Customs who are watching us?
We're trying to get drugs into England.
Customs' job is to stop drugs getting into England.
If you're being watched, the question ain't how do I know it's Customs,
it's how the fuck do you not know it's Customs?
If I think for one second you're even considering doing us over…
I'll fuckin' kill ya.
Yeah, I could've guessed that bit, mate.
Mylonas stays with us.
If you lose the drugs,
then you lose Mylonas.
Deal.
Now, uh,
go get it, my friend.
We'll get a boat from the Coastguard and disguise it.
-You'll need a support vessel. -What about crewing the boat?
Pete should be back from Malta.
-He's gonna think we're winding him up-- -We've been decommissioned.
You can tie up loose ends.
I will take responsibility for calling this a loose end.
But you can't bring anyone else in, nor
ask for any other favors.
Anything left to be done can only be done by you.
Course it's just us. 'Cause we're expendable.
You're nothing of the sort.
The Home Secretary, does he even know our names?
If that's how little your bosses think of us,
then why the fuck are we doing this?
-You're doing it because it's your job. -It's not, though, is it?
My contract says nine grand a year, and 21 days' holiday.
Pretty sure there's nothin' in there about gettin' shot.
The Silver Pits.
Seventy miles off Hull.
The best fishing grounds in the North Sea,
which meant, when I was a kid,
uh, Hull had the biggest cod fleet in the world.
And my grandad had a boat.
And my grandad liked to drink.
So… I can handle a boat.
Current position, latitude five-one degrees, four-five minutes north.
Longitude zero-zero-two, three-one minutes east.
Estimating landfall
1700 hours, over.
More like 1830, and you're not exactly maintaining your course, Donald.
Yeah, well, I'm a bit rusty.
Listen, the Coastguard gave me a weather report.
I didn't understand all of it,
but the bits I did understand weren't great.
Let's concentrate on finding Holland, shall we,
before we worry about a bit of weather.
He doesn't have friends.
-You what? -My legend, he doesn't have friends.
I believe it.
That's my excuse, anyway, for how I've been with ya.
You're doing what you're doing to survive, mate.
I understand.
I've been doing that a long time.
Where are you from?
Battersea.
I was just over the river. Sands End, Emerton Road.
Yeah?
Ah, it's probably lucky we didn't meet back then.
I was, uh… an angry kid.
Same here.
But we're both so mellow now.
Yeah, well, this job brings out the worst in ya.
And the best.
Yeah.
-It is all loaded, Aziz. -Okay.
You'll meet here in London in two days.
If you're not there, then Mylonas is gone.
What if we're delayed?
It's getting pretty rough out there.
My friend, I had to work hard to agree this.
If it was up to Hakan, Mylonas would have gone already.
After this, things will change.
Yeah.
They will.
This is… this is fishing vessel Alba Spirit. How do you read? Over.
Reading you loud and clear. Go ahead, Alba Spirit. Over.
We've lost our course. Conditions are worsening.
Can you state your position, please, Alba Spirit?
Approximately… approximately four-zero nautical miles east of Deben Point.
That… that can't be right.
We're losing visibility. Uh… You'll need to speak to the Coastguard.
-They'll need your position. -Hello?
-I can hear you. Can you try that again? -Hello?
-The hull's flooded. -Don!
Don? Alba Spirit? Can you read me?
-What are we gonna do? -Don!
-State your position again. -Get the life rafts!
-Don! -Please! Don!
Get the life rafts!
-Nothing yet, sir. -Thank you.
I need to check the coordinates. I might have given them the wrong search area.
-If I could just… -They're doing their job.
This is what we do.
We protect the border.
If the seas are rough,
we accept the danger and we put to sea anyway.
They're doing their job.
And I sent them to do it.
This is my responsibility and no one else's.
And certainly not yours.
Will they find them?
Absolutely.
If we die, do people get told what we were doing?
No.
So we do this job with all the danger that comes with it,
and if we die doin' it,
then no one ever knows that we did it at all?
Twelve years ago,
I did some undercover work for Manchester police.
Um… football hooligans. Piece of piss.
Went deep undercover, joined the gang, took 'em all down.
Couple of years later, my daughter wanted to go to the beach,
so I took her to Blackpool.
Bank holiday, place was packed.
I never even saw him, the…
the one who did it.
Just…
I was stabbed in the back while I was queuing for ice cream.
It nicked an artery, and, uh…
I… I nearly bled out there and then.
In front of my daughter.
I was still in hospital when I got the divorce papers.
This is not a job. This is permanent.
This is the rest of your life lookin' over your shoulder.
Just when you think the danger's passed, you find out how permanent it is, because…
the danger never leaves.
And legends never die.
Looks like you're right.
This is HMCC Vigilance of Her Majesty's Coastguard. Over.
Go ahead. Over.
We have someone who wants to talk to you.
Who's there, then?
It's myself and Mr. Blake.
Oh, good. Well, that saves me a call.
Uh, right, then. I'll need a van and armed support.
Forget the Home Office. Go straight to the Met.
I'm assuming you're all alive, Don?
Yeah. I mean…
I've not counted them, but I think they're all here,
and, uh, Erin was spot on with those coordinates, sir.
So you can blame her for gettin' us back.
We rescued the load, and the handover's in London tomorrow.
Now, uh,
we've just got to finish it.
Have we seen anything?
No. There must be another way in.
So they picked this place, and we don't know why?
You need to concentrate.
You go in there, get them on the wire, and get out.
Easy as that.
None of it's been easy, son.
I'm not gonna wear the receiver. It's too visible.
We can't tell you what's happening outside.
I don't think outside's gonna be the problem.
Listen, this is it. This is the end.
For you and for him. So give him everything you've got left.
Because, whatever happens, he stays in there.
Just make sure you come out.
I hope you've got a plan.
That's two tonnes of smack you've brought in.
If you ain't got a plan, we're all gettin' 20 years.
Don't worry about our plan.
But it better still be two tonnes, all right?
Or I'll be coming to find you.
You can't sell it that pure. You'll kill 'em all.
Mmm. Don't worry. We'll cut it.
Weak opium for weak people.
Pay him.
Well done, my friend.
You can keep the van, but I'm taking him.
Good.
We go first, then you go.
-What is this? -Come.
-Roof. -They're going out over the roof.
Well done, my friend.
It is over.
They are going to kill us.
Go, go, go.
It's good to see you again.
This is light.
-You need to stay back. -This is bullshit. Where's my dough?
-You heard him. Back. -It's okay, my friend. This is business.
You count it then. Tell me it ain't short.
-I said stay back. -It's okay. This is normal.
Last chance.
Armed police! Get down!
-Get down! -Stop moving! Stay there!
Do not move. Don't move!
Do not move!
-Don't move! -Heads down! Heads down!
Shut up! Shut up!
No slacking. I said come on.
-I'll take him. -Yah! Get off me, you prick.
-Come on. -I'm going, in't I?
What did I tell ya?
-You're just a bunch of fucking amateurs. -Get in.
-Get in there. -Jesus Christ.
What the fuck are you smilin' at?
You.
Me.
Uh, don't ever call me again, my friend.
You are too dangerous for me.
Hmm?
Mate, if I ever call you again,
things will have gone badly wrong.
I need shelter.
Shh.
Shelter.
Of course. Please.
You do not remember me, Hakan?
Do not worry. I know who you are.
You are entrusted to God.
Armed police!
Hello?
We got him.
Looks like I'm not coming back, then.
Where are you?
I'll see you, mate.
Dad, hurry up!
I'm coming.
Home Secretary! Home Secretary!
Look this way, sir! Thank you.
-Over here! Lean in a bit, sir. -Lean forward a bit more, sir.
Lean forward. Lean forward. That's it.
Action!
You won't be in the shadows forever.
An achievement like this,
a story like this,
it'll work its way out one day.
But for now,
I thank you.
Britain thanks you.
And I hope we meet again.
-Don, anything to add? -Absolutely.
Any holiday accrued during the operation must be taken in this calendar year.
Uh, all travel expenses should be submitted before the 28th.
Anything over £5 must have a receipt.
You'll return to your previous roles
but will get a promotion review six months ahead of the Civil Service schedule.
Uh… apart from that, it's back to normal life, whatever that is.
And back to work Monday.
Until they need us again.
If they need us again.
Oh, uh, yeah. Well done.
And, uh… safe journey home.
We're going for a drink.
-But he ain't. -Yeah, seems unlikely.
I need to get home.
But… another time.
I hope so.
Oi.
We did it.
Yeah, mate.
We did it.
-Who's buying, then? -Think we can claim it on expenses?
You enjoyed it.
I did nothing of the sort.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we're leaving Downing Street for the last time
after 11 and a half wonderful years,
and we're very happy that we leave the United Kingdom
in a very, very much better state
than when we came here 11 and a half years ago.
It's been a tremendous…
…so well,
and may I also say a word of thanks to all the people who sent so…
It's over.
I'm back.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
It's me.
It's just me.
Daddy!
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Itemize loathing And feed yourself smiles
Organize your safe tribal war
Hurt, maim, kill And enslave the ghetto
Each day livin' out a lie
Life sold cheaply forever
Ever, ever
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Motorcycle emptiness
Under neon loneliness
Motorcycle emptiness
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