Essex Boys Retribution (2013) Movie Script
1
[dramatic orchestral music]
[thunder rumbling]
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music continues]
- [Tony] Come on
it's pissing down.
[gun firing]
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music continues]
- [Reporter] The three men,
all suspected as drug dealers,
were found dead in a Range Rover
in Workhouse Lane,
Rettendon, Essex.
Initial reports say they
were shot at close range
with shotguns by at
least two assailants.
The men have been
identified as Pat Tate,
Tony Tucker and Craig Rolfe,
locals said to have strong
links with the Essex drug trade.
Two men, one from Suffolk
and one from Essex,
have been arrested in
connection with the killings,
are currently being-
- [Prisoner] Some things you see
when you're young get
burned into your memory.
They mold you into the
person you will become.
You don't even
realize it's happened.
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[tense music]
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[police radio chattering]
[keys jingling]
[cell unlocking]
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[door clicking]
- Hi.
- Hi.
I'm Richard Stenson.
- I know who you are.
- You do?
- Of course.
You requested to see me.
I had you checked out.
You're a reporter.
You've got that kind of
I-don't-know-what-goes-on
in-the-real-fucking-world
look about your face.
- [chuckles] Quite.
Well, if you really want to
impress me, why am I here?
- You know, I don't know.
I mean, it's not
the anniversary.
They're certainly not
about to let me out.
So-
- I'm here because
people have died.
There's no leads.
There's no evidence.
No one wants to say anything.
But everyone's looking
in your direction.
- Why?
- Because your son is
one of the people missing
and presumed dead.
Hardly funny.
- No, it's not funny.
It's retribution.
[tense music]
[keys clacking]
- [Man] And cameras off.
This guy is gonna be here soon?
- [Man 2] Yeah, just keep calm.
- Okay, so what happened?
- What are you going to do
with this if I tell you?
- I'm a reporter.
I'll report it in my paper.
- Why?
- [Richard] Because people
want to know what happened.
- [chuckles] Surely no one's
that interested anymore.
- Well, that's because most
people can't see the wood
for the trees,
whereas I think this
goes a little bit deeper.
All the way back
here somehow like,
like someone out there is
fighting for you in here.
Am I right?
- No.
But you are closer
than you realize.
A story that I've got to tell
can't be reported.
- Then why start?
- Because
it has to be known.
Some person has to whisper
to one other and then another
and then 10 more,
so that it's known
without being reported,
written down or recorded.
Can you get your
head around that?
[recorder beeping]
- I can.
- [Man] Yeah, just keep calm.
- [Man 2] Boys, I have got the
best tip on a horse, right.
It's called Coming Up the Rear
and it's fucking 11 to one odds.
- Someone's on a wind
up with that one.
I'd check it.
- No, no, I checked it.
It's racing in
Chepstow, I think.
- Go on, fuck it,
I'm in for a jacks.
- Let's not get too heavy.
- All right I'll have
a pound, go on then.
- I'm in for a pound.
- Yeah? a quid each?
- Whoa.
Heads up, here he is,
okay boys, let's go.
- Let's go boys.
- [Man] Manager,
come on, come on.
[upbeat rock music]
- Hello Jay.
How you doing?
- How are you?
- [Man] Get down on
the fucking ground!
[people screaming]
[gun firing]
[people screaming]
[indistinct yelling]
Do as you're told.
Get the fuck down!
What're you looking at?
[man shouting]
[man shouting indistinctly]
[man whooping]
- Come on, you fat cunt.
- All right.
I'm trying, I'm trying.
It's unlocked.
- Done?
- Yeah.
[man grunting]
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[man laughing]
- What did I just say to you?
Get your hands away from
the fucking counter.
Face the floor!
- Oi, oi, oi!
I see ya, get back.
Get fucking back, get back.
I'll fucking shoot you.
- Have yourself a bundle out.
There we go.
Stick it inside your bra.
It's all yours my love,
a little bonus for ya.
[upbeat rock music continues]
Hey!
Can't you read?
Can you not read the sign?
Look.
- I'm having a very
stressful morning, all right?
[upbeat rock music continues]
- Don't be shy.
Oh no, you come here
and tickle my snout.
Go on, go on.
Come on, give it
a little tickle.
[man barking]
[woman screams]
[gun firing]
[man yelling]
- [Prisoner] We're still
in Essex for this story
and four new boys have
risen from the ashes
of what happened
almost 20 years ago.
But these boys were
a different breed.
- You're a fucking
lemon, I tell you what!
What did I say?
What did I fucking say to you?
No violence.
- [Chalky] Mike, what happened?
- My gun was there,
he stood up, bang.
- I followed my gut,
what am I meant to do?
- Neil, Listen to me, all right.
You steal someone else's money,
they don't give a
fuck, they're insured.
- So fuckng what?
You start throwing
your weight around,
they're gonna be all
over us, you plum.
- What, so I hit one person.
What's it matter?
- But yes, it's always you.
[all shouting]
- Just tell me what happened!
- Fuck off, Chalky!
- Shut up Chalky!
- Shut up!
- Boys, we just
got fucking rich.
[all laughing]
[dance music]
- [Prisoner] The boys
realized that money buys you
a great deal of things.
[dance music continues]
[all cheering]
- So they robbed banks?
- One bank, one time.
- I don't understand.
- They needed start-up
capital for their business.
Before you demonize them,
let me tell you about them.
Then you might understand
why they did what they did.
Neil was unpredictable.
He wasn't to be
crossed by anyone.
He could only ever be
controlled by his brother Mike.
Mike was the ringleader
of the new Essex Boys.
He was charming, ruthless
and very dangerous.
Nowadays you can get
high by mixing a bunch
of shit you can buy
over the counter.
All you need is a good
cook, and that was Chalky.
He could make you a bomb from
the household cleaning aisle
of a supermarket,
but soon realized there was
more money in class A drugs
than there was in blowing
up his old school.
So he chose the career
with better pay.
Jon was the ladies'
man, or so he thought.
Not as ruthless as Mike or Neil,
but one hell of a conman when
the situation called for it.
So the three brothers had
everything they needed,
including an in-house chemist,
meaning they didn't
have to worry
about making supply
runs to Holland
or anywhere they could
get pinched in transit.
Everything they sold was
100% made in England.
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[all sniffing]
In the '90s, the original
Essex Boys had it all wrong.
Pat Tate, Tony Tucker and
Craig Rolfe were fearless
which gave them power,
but they were reckless too,
which made them vulnerable.
The boys had an uncanny
memory for people and faces.
Being a natural fraudster,
Mike could be relied upon
to remember everyone
and track them down
if ever needed.
People had an image
of drug dealers
and what they looked like.
These girls threw that
out of the window.
Seduction was part of the allure
of the new product the
boys had developed.
They sold a lifestyle that
people wanted to buy into.
[dance music continues]
[dance music continues]
- All right, now
that everyone's here
let's do a fucking
round of shots.
- Yes!
Come on, let's do it!
[all chattering]
[dance music continues]
- Boys, keep it down a bit
or you'll get kicked out.
- Fuck off, Granddad, will ya?
- What did you say?
- He said that if you want a
bit of this fucking pussy then
you're probably going
to have to pay for it.
- There used to be
a code around here
where young boys would
know to respect someone
they didn't know.
Because for all they
knew, that older guy
could be someone very dangerous.
[all sarcastically shuddering]
Yeah, I wouldn't expect
young boys to know old rules
until they've been
taught a lesson.
- What, is he fucking stupid?
For you to think young
boys follow old rules
when it's much more fucking
fun to play by our fucking own!
- Yeah? Come on then.
- [Officer] Hello!
- Yes, Officer.
- You reported an assault?
- Yes.
This horrible little
Lurch-looking cunt
just fucking punched my mate
in the face, didn't you, cunt?
[all shouting]
- [Prisoner] The
new boys didn't want
to fight every
fucker in the world,
only the ones worth fighting.
And the police made for
okay-ish bodyguards,
you just had to know the score.
They were the new
breed of criminal.
They had lawyers, accountants,
offshore bank accounts.
They loved going to court.
But they were the
ones pressing charges.
All the police
could do was watch.
- Steve, two beers,
bruv, yeah? Nice one.
- I should get back
out there, Mike.
- What? Come on, don't
be such a fucking idiot.
Just stay for one, huh?
Thanks.
- I'll stay for one.
- That's my boy.
- Don't use the word "cunt."
- What?
- Don't call him a cunt.
It looks as if you're
trying to incite violence.
- [laughing] Oi,
Neil, listen to this.
Apparently calling
someone a cunt
is like we're trying
to incite violence.
- It's only advice,
it's only advice.
- What should we call them then?
How about twat?
- Wanker.
- I don't know, asshole?
- Prick, nonce.
- [Neil] Muppet, slag.
- Slut.
- Or how about we call him
nonce, bacon,
grass, informer,
dirty, little, pig cunt!
[both laughing]
- Look at his fucking face.
[both laughing]
[tense music]
- [Prisoner] Hey,
don't get me wrong.
They lived the lifestyle
they wanted to.
They enjoyed their work.
They loved their reputation
and rested safe in the
knowledge of their rights
and that money and drugs can
buy you anything, anywhere.
Although Chalky
wasn't their brother,
they treated him like
one of the family
and looked after him.
Although he didn't do any
of the business running,
he was liable to snort
more of their product
if they didn't
keep an eye on him.
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- Hello mate, I need
a little pick me up.
- I'm not so sure I follow you.
- Yeah, you do.
- Here you go bruv.
I'm a diabetic myself.
So I've always got a
little sugar treat.
- I'll see you again soon.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm not that kind of boy.
You all right, sweetheart?
- [Woman] Hello, darling.
[both laughing]
- Who the fuck was that prick?
- Hey, mate.
Mate, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I just want to apologize
for my brother, all right.
Go on.
He's a bit of a hot-head
sometimes, I apologize.
- You're not fucking kidding.
It's a good job that copper was
there I tell you, because it
was gonna kick off.
- I know.
I knew you weren't
having none of it.
- I wasn't having fucking
none of it, I tell you.
- I tell you what,
hold on to these-
[all grunting and shouting]
- [Prisoner] Anyone
that ever messed
with the boys came
unstuck at some point.
And this was the part that
Neil enjoyed the most.
He would have killed
anyone that messed
with any of the brothers.
And no one was in doubt of that.
[tense music]
- Sounds like quite a business.
[prisoner laughing]
It must have taken
some planning, yeah?
- The boys were good at
what they were doing.
There was no loose ends.
They had everything
worked out in detail
to make them millions.
- Should've quit while
they were ahead then.
- Maybe.
But,
as I said, the boys were
starting to get noticed.
And you can't make the kind
of money they were making
without ruffling a few feathers.
[light classical music]
And the old firm didn't give up
their earnings very easily
to anyone, ever.
- I got your message.
So it's not coke,
it's not grass.
- Ma-ma.
- Ma-ma.
- Meow-meow.
- What the fuck is "meow-meow"?
- Something newish.
It's good.
- What?
So where do they get it from?
Holland?
Fucking Colombia?
- Nah, it's something
they're making up
for themselves locally.
- What?
- Yeah, they got
themselves a chemist.
All the ingredients you can
get from over the counter,
but there's a specific
way of making this.
- So these little
cunts are in on my turf
and they're not taking
the same risks as me?
Bribing customs,
arranging air drops.
Running speed boats
through fucking Rotterdam
in the middle of the night.
[scoffing] They're making it
in their own fucking bedrooms?
Well, there's a fee to
pay here, you get me?
- They uh-
- They what?
- Well, they don't take
too kindly to authority.
- Well, we'll see about that.
If they wanna continue
working in my county...
No, fuck that.
If they wanna carry on living,
then they're gonna have to
start paying percentages.
And if they're as good
as they say they are,
they'll be working for me.
- Fuck off, Jon!
- What do you mean,
"Fuck off Jon"?
- You fucking heard me.
- What, so this is
a wise move, yeah?
Why don't we stop for a
second and have a bit-
- Let's fuck 'em now, Jon!
Find her home address,
find her fella's work address
and find her fucking kids'
school address as well.
Five minutes online, I
guarantee we'll have everything
about her.
- Yeah, good idea there, Neil.
Let's start a war, shall we?
Listen, these boys have
been around a long time
for a reason.
Yeah, because we weren't
here before, was we?
- It's our turn now.
- Maybe they'll take a deal?
- Fuck that!
Why the fuck are we gonna give
them something for nothing?
- So we can just
deal in peace, man.
- How about so
they don't kill us?
- They're not gonna fucking
kill us, stop saying that shit!
- Really, yeah?
Hang on a minute!
Cassie, get here.
- Oh, fuck off!
- She's fucking coming out
naked, look at her!
- Come on.
Chop chop!
Come on, I'm not waiting.
Get a move on.
Right, go and tell
them what you told me.
Go on!
Well, come on!
- They're going to kill you.
- What?
- Cassie,
what exactly did they say?
- They are going to kill you.
- And secondly, why the
fuck are your tits out?
- Because Jon has
hidden my clothes.
- The rash put you
off, did it, darling?
- Has it gone all red raw again?
- Rash?
- Shut up, shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
Shut up!
Cassie, you entertain some
of the old boys, yeah?
Can you get them a message?
- Depends.
- Okay, one week's free gear.
Jon'll give you
your clothes back
and you don't have to nosh off
his little cauliflower cock.
- That sounds amazing.
- Excellent, now get
the fuck upstairs
and put some fucking clothes on!
- So, what we gonna do?
- Something
un-fucking-predictable.
[upbeat music]
- Here to see Reggie Nicholson.
- [Woman] Yes, just follow me.
Wait here.
- Hello, Mike.
- Impressed you
could make it, boys.
- Let's have a few drinks on us
and then we'll talk a
bit of business, yeah?
- Sure.
- Nice place, yours?
- No, I just use it to
entertain friends and clients.
Me and the management, we
have a little understanding.
I insure them against
people misbehaving,
breaking furniture,
that kind of stuff.
- Must be quite lucrative.
- Yeah,
businesses are willing
to pay a premium.
- Champagne?
- Thank you.
Oh, dear.
Look, she hasn't
brought enough glasses.
You couldn't do us a favor and
get these young boys a drink?
Coke or maybe you'd
like a lemonade?
[all laughing]
- Look, Chalky, go and
get us a few beers, yeah?
- [Chalky] Yeah, sweet.
- So, Dexter tells me
you're dealing another drug,
a new drug.
- Does he?
- Do you boys know who I am?
- Yes, of course we
know who you are.
All right, we didn't
just a week ago.
We're new, still
learning the ropes.
I mean, obviously, we
know now that your people,
we'd do well to
keep on our side.
- So what's the product?
- It's called meow-meow.
All right.
It's clean.
No need to cut it,
no hangover no contamination,
and best of all,
you can get all the ingredients
at any chemist right
over the counter.
All you need is a recipe.
There, we stuck a
cookbook on there for you.
- Well, let's get you some
champagne then, right.
- That's more like it, now
you're talking my language.
- Look what I found.
- Good evening,
please sit down.
[all chattering]
- Is there somewhere we can go
that's a bit more quiet
and talk business?
- Yeah.
Hey love, is upstairs free?
- Yes, of course.
- Bring some drinks up for me.
- Yes, excuse me.
- Dexter, shall we have a
little chat in the VIP room?
[tense music]
- You know that's a
lady-boy, don't you?
Move your leg.
[all chattering]
[tense music]
- Mine's a coke.
- Mine's a lemonade.
[guns firing]
- Maybe you prefer
fucking lemonade.
Boys, boys.
Who's a fucking boy now?
You're yesterday's
news, you fucking cunt.
You're wormfood.
[gun firing]
You cunt, you cunt!
You fucking cunt!
- Hey, come here.
- Yeah?
- You okay?
You okay?
[both laughing]
- I'm sweet, I'm sweet.
I'm fucking sweet.
- Oh shit, boys!
I didn't prepare for it
to fucking look like this.
- Fuck off.
It was them or us!
- Just hold it together.
Listen, Cassie's upstairs
looking after the bouncers,
bags out the back, let's go.
[tense music]
- [Prisoner] The boys were
ruthless and efficient.
They understood it was
survival of the fittest.
There was no point in
making enemies everywhere.
Better to just eliminate any
threat that emerged as quickly
and as quietly as possible.
- [Richard] The bodies
were never found, right?
And there was a rumor
that they had skipped
the country because-
- [Prisoner] The boys
put that rumor around
so that people like you
wouldn't think it was murder.
- So where are the bodies?
- Do you know how hard it is
to have someone declared dead
when there's no remains left?
[tense music]
20 years ago, three
bodies put me in jail
for something I had
nothing to do with.
I hated the original Essex
Boys as much as anyone,
but if you were looking
for murder suspects,
it was a bit of a joke.
The whole country had an
ax to grind with them.
If it had been me
that had done it,
I would have made sure that
no one ever found the bodies.
I would have cleaned up
the mess, no evidence left
to point the finger at me.
And better still,
make it difficult
to even declare them dead.
But the boys went
one better than that.
[tense music]
Whilst it's difficult
to declare someone dead
when there is no body,
it's harder still if you
leave an electronic trail
saying they are alive and
living it up somewhere else.
These boys were savvy
to what the police
can track these days.
Neil took all the mobiles
from Nicholson and Farraday
and gave them to his cousin
Billy, who then drove east,
stopping every now and then
to turn their phones on
so they would connect
to a nearby mast.
[tense music continues]
He sent a message to friends
and associates
saying things like,
"I've gotta lie low.
I'm skipping the country."
This way when the police
tried to trace their mobiles,
they would see a clear
pattern leading out of Essex
and up to the port at Lowestoft.
Billy left his own phone at
home while he made the trip.
And the boys made
several calls from it
to corroborate his alibi.
The car was a ringer
with cloned plates
in case he never went through
any number plate
recognition cameras.
[tense music continues]
He took the phones all
the way to Holland,
let them connect to
the Dutch phone company
and then threw
them in the water.
[tense music continues]
These boys liked to be
prepared for anything.
Mike had a long standing lease
at an old industrial property
for times that they needed
to dispose of things.
Long gone are the days
of burying someone
in Epping Forest.
The boys incinerated the bodies.
There was nothing
and no one to challenge the
story that they'd set up.
As far as the police
investigation was concerned,
their strongest lead was these
guys arriving in Holland.
But while the police were
having to cool their heels,
the disappearance of Reggie
Nicholson had been noticed.
The boys didn't fully
appreciate how entrenched
in so many different
operations Reggie was.
The moment she disappeared,
ripples were created.
And those ripples
now got the attention
of some very
interesting parties.
- Surely, they must
have known that someone
would realize they were missing?
- No, pimps, prostitutes,
drug dealers go
missing all the time.
The only people that are
interested and take notice
are the police.
And they're just as happy
that they might have
moved on somewhere else,
become someone else's problem.
No.
Only someone with
a very keen mind
might be able to read
between the lines.
And that's where DI Taylor comes
into the story.
He had been watching
the boys for some time,
almost to an obsessive level.
He spent months building a
case against the four boys,
but what he was doing fell
way beyond the call of duty.
Some people believed
that he had a vendetta
against the boys.
But vendettas are
what schoolgirls do.
Real men bide their time.
They watch and they wait.
Every detail is
important to them.
He knew the boys were
connected to the disappearance
of Reggie and Dexter.
He just didn't know how.
He decided to look his enemy
in the eye for the first time
by bringing them in,
testing how close they were,
almost looking for a weak
point in their armor,
but the boys were well prepped
to handle any regular
police grilling.
[Taylor sighing]
[tense music]
- So you were at home?
- Yeah. [sobbing mockingly]
I killed lots of people.
- Tell me everything.
- [sighs] It's in
the game I mean.
I died too.
Happens a lot in "Call of Duty".
- Oh mate, it is
a blinding game.
You should give it a go, make
you feel more like a man.
- Why didn't anyone else
see you playing the game?
- No comment, you pig cunt.
- Honestly mate, I can't
even tell you nothing,
I was high as a kite.
- At home?
- No comment, you pig cunt.
- No, on cloud fucking nine.
It was amazing.
- [Taylor] And what
about later that night?
- I had some sex.
Wonderful.
- And I could barely walk
let alone do anything else.
- On a completely unrelated
note, how's your sister doing?
- Look, I know my
rights, detective.
You have no probable cause.
So right now I think I'd
like to take that phone call,
which I'll be making
to the Samaritans.
- That's an American thing.
- Samaritans?
- The one phone call thing.
- But the Samaritans
are still here, right?
- I don't care if you
know your fucking rights.
I just wanna know
what I need to know.
- No comment,
you pig cunt.
- How long are you
gonna keep repeating
the same thing over
and over again?
- Okay, okay.
I'll tell you everything.
- Really?
- Fuck you,
you pig cunt.
- Guys, I'm peckish.
Tuna, extra mayo maybe?
- There's no food until
the interview is finished.
- What about a cup of tea?
- I'd murder a fucking
rose right now,
I dunno about anybody else.
- Fuck you and you,
you pair of pig cunts.
- What about ham and pickle?
- Coffee?
- A steak?
I dunno, something?
I mean I could be
in my fucking most
favorite restaurant
tonight, eating.
But I'm sat in here with you
two pair of fucking mugs.
So, I don't know.
Come on, boys.
- Lemonade?
Can of Coke?
- No.
Chicken and avocado?
Cheese and ham?
- I'll tell you what,
can you do a BLT?
Hold the T and the L.
Is that all right?
- No fucking sandwiches.
- Maybe you could
go the extra mile
and import me a can of
root beer from America?
- No drinks either.
- I wouldn't have
you in my house
without offering you
a drink, you know.
- The CCTV shows that
you didn't leave the club
by the front door.
- All right, all
right, you got me.
I climbed out of a window.
- Why would you climb
out of a window?
- [sighing] Because
I was running back
and forward between two dates
in two different places.
I had to change costume
into a Scottish nanny.
At one point I completely forgot
about my enormous fake breasts.
- No more games.
- See, what happened
is I kind of
mistook the fire
escape for the toilet,
and stumbled out, ended
up in the alleyway.
To be honest, it did pretty
much smell like a toilet.
Piss everywhere.
- No comment, you pig cunt.
- Please stop saying that.
[both beatboxing]
- Is that what you're gonna be
sounding like later? [gagging]
- Which one of you is big spoon?
Which one of you
is little spoon?
[Chalky moaning]
- Fucking faggots, man.
- Fuck you, you pig cunt.
- You need to release them,
their legal team has
threatened to go to the CPS
unless we start a reasonable
line of questioning
based on some evidence.
- I know it's them.
- If you can't prove it's
them, it means very little.
[Taylor sighs]
[knocking on window]
- Why is there no
aspirin in the jungle?
Because the parrots
eat 'em all. [laughing]
Can someone put that
on my Twitter, please?
And if you follow me, I fucking
promise I will follow you.
[door buzzing]
[door buzzing]
- Sir, it's nearly time.
We have to charge
them or let them go.
- Go on then, fuck 'em off.
- Thank you everyone,
let's get down to business.
What you are looking at
here are the drug dealers
of the 21st century,
the Essex Boys of the
future, the next generation
of Essex Boys.
They're dangerous,
ruthless, clever
and more prepared than any gang
we have ever encountered before
and better equipped than
any modern police force.
These guys are tech
savvy and know our law.
The criminals of our
parents' generation
had guys with baseball
bats on speed dial.
These guys call their lawyers.
Mike seems to take
charge amongst the group
and steers their actions.
This one, Neil, very volatile,
has a habit of stabbing first
and asking questions later.
This one, Jon, has been
linked to all sorts
of white-collar fraud schemes.
And the chemist of the
group is one Jason Chalk
known to all and
sundry as Chalky.
We need to do whatever it
takes to take these guys down.
But whatever happens, we
must stay within the law.
We don't want any
kind of fuck up
that a brief could
hit us with later.
Graduating to murder is
a big step for these lads
and we want some proof.
What the CPS has authorized
is a surveillance operation
and I want units in position
within the hour and
Detective Taylor
will take point on this.
Just so you are aware this
is not a drugs operation.
But this operation is all
about gathering evidence
in an investigation for
persons missing, presumed,
by us, dead.
- [Officer] How
long have we got?
- It's a standard
14 day operation.
After that, we've either
got enough evidence
to raid or we pull out safely.
- The Catholic method.
- Now these guys
know our methods.
They know the equipment we use.
And I have for some time
now suspected they have one
or two members of our force
in their pocket by means of
bribery and blackmail coercion.
So there is a possibility that
no matter how good we are,
no matter how
subtle our approach,
they might know
that we are there.
- [Mike] So we are going
to take two weeks off.
- [Neil] What, Why?
- Because Detective
Inspector Taylor
wants to observe our operation,
so we are going to let him.
- It's gonna be a
bit hard to cook
with the Feds watching, though.
- Yeah, but you're not
gonna cook, are you Chalky?
Not for the next 14 days.
- Excuse me, if we don't
cook, we don't sell.
- If we don't sell,
we don't earn.
- If we don't earn, well,
that's a bit shit, isn't it?
- We can afford to
take two weeks off.
And anyway, we've worked hard.
We deserve a break.
Observe that cunt.
[dance music]
[dance music continues]
[dance music continues]
- [Woman] Hello, McDonalds,
can I take your order?
- [Jon] Can I have
a sad meal please?
- [Woman] Sorry we
only do Happy Meals.
- [Jon] Sad meal
with a shit sandwich.
- What did he say?
- [Woman] No, we
don't do sad meals.
Just Happy Meals.
- They were good at
watching and waiting.
But even after one night
of solid partying there
was still no evidence.
- [Richard] That must
have pissed off Charlie.
- [Prisoner] You could say that.
[car alarm chirping]
[door sliding]
- Anything?
- They went to bed an hour ago.
- No, anything interesting?
- Well, there's these.
- Lovely.
Anything else?
- They've had a few
calls on their mobiles.
- [Taylor] Let's listen.
- You don't need
to hear them, sir.
- Let's listen.
- Okay, yes sir.
- [Mike] Hello, can I
speak to Mr. Mehoff please?
- [Operator] Sure thing.
What's his first name?
- Jack.
- [Operator] One second.
Is there a Jack
Mehoff here, guys?
- [Mike] Hello, can I speak
to Phil and Drew please?
- [Operator] There's a lot
of Phils and Drews here mate,
what's there surnames?
- [Mike] Their surnames
are McCrackin and Cock,
and Drew's middle
initial is "P."
- [Operator] So, that's Phil
McCrackin and Drew P. Cock.
Phil McCrackin and Drew P. Cock.
Girls?
Phil McCrackin-
- Fuck's sake!
What the fuck is this?
- Pizza.
- Please, for the love of God,
please tell me you did not
order a pizza to the van
in the middle of a
surveillance operation?
- No, sir.
[line ringing]
- [Man] Hello, Pizza Pizza.
- [Neil] Hello, mate,
can I order one pepperoni
and one vegetarian deluxe,
both large and a
bottle of Diet Coke?
- [Man] Comes to 24.40.
Delivery or collection?
- [Neil] Delivery please.
I would like it to be
delivered to the camper van
at the end of my street.
Oh, and that reminds
me, on the pepperoni,
can you add a load of bacon?
- Those little shits
are laughing at us.
- [Mike] Make sure you
guys in the van save some
for Detective Taylor.
Wanker, gay, pig cunt.
Taylor, Taylor, Gaylord,
Detective Gaylord.
- Little fucks.
We are gonna get them if
it's the last thing we do.
[dramatic orchestral music]
[dance music]
[Mike groaning]
- What are you doing, man?
It's early, dude.
- [Mike] I'm just clearing
away all the things
they could still
get us on, yeah.
- Mike, what the fuck
are you doing? Seriously?
- Morning.
[microwave whirring]
[microwave exploding]
[all shouting]
Where the fuck's the
fire extinguisher?
- What are you fucking doing?
- Jesus, what the fuck?
- The fire extinguisher?
[extinguisher spraying]
[Mike laughs crazily]
[extinguisher spraying]
- What the fuck?
Fuck.
Morning.
- [Girl] Leave me alone.
- All right, guys.
All right, boys.
Boys, mobile phones.
Out of bounds, yeah,
for the rest of their
duration of visit.
Okay, end off.
Yeah?
Now, let's clear the fuck up.
Let's go, get up.
Come on, sweetheart,
Come on, up you get.
Come on, up you get.
[all chattering]
- [Prisoner] That morning
Mike woke thinking
he should probably take it
all a little more seriously.
He'd seen the determination
in DI Taylor's eyes
and he was right too.
Because DI Charlie Taylor was
about to take a new direction
in the investigation.
[dance music]
- See anything you like?
- [sighs] Not anymore.
- That one seems quite nice.
- I don't think it's your color.
You're more blue, aren't you?
- Hold up, hold up.
Oi, oi! Hold on.
Hold on!
- Anything I can help you with?
- No, I was out taking a walk,
but seeing as I bumped into you,
it seemed rather childish
not to say hello.
Seeing as we have so
many common friends.
- Have you been looking
me up on Facebook?
- No, but you are on my
persons of interest list.
- I'm bored now.
- Right, let's stop
fucking about, shall we?
I know you've got the
inside scoop on these guys.
Yeah, I've seen you with them.
Which one are you
fucking this week?
Tell me something, do
they have a rota for you
or are you on call
like a Dutch hooker?
- [Prisoner] Charlie
tried everything to
get Cassie to talk.
Everything, from the incentive
of police protection,
witness relocation,
even cash to fuck off
altogether, but Cassie looked
at him with a sense of pity.
As if he thought
she'd turn for him.
She eventually made
her point clear.
[Taylor groaning]
[dramatic music]
[Taylor groaning]
- Oh fuck!
- [Prisoner] Two weeks
in and taking the piss
out of the police was
getting a little boring.
Taylor stepping over
the line by trying
to get Cassie also
had Mike concerned.
They were also concerned Taylor
had seized their passports
pending further investigation.
They needed to play
by police tactics.
- This is a nice office
you got here, mate.
You must be doing all right.
- Yeah.
You know it's absolutely
criminal what we can charge
for all this.
- I assume you can do
us a deal, as usual.
- Well, I'll have to invoice
you on an hourly basis.
- All right, we got this
fucking copper sniffing around
like a fucking fly around shit.
It's starting to do
my fucking tits in.
Anyway, he's done
some surveillance,
but we've given him nothing.
We'd like his wings
clipped a little,
by the official channels.
Here's a couple
pictures of the guy,
and a little bit
of stuff for you.
- It's the one with
the mole again.
Hello moley moley mole.
- Apparently his farts
smell like battery acid
according to Beardy over here
and he's going to I quote,
"Plug his asshole
up with his head
if he doesn't stop
letting rip in the van."
- [laughing] All
right, here we go.
I'm on their Wi-Fi.
- Oh good lad,
All right, see if you can
access anything on us.
- All right, let me check.
- Here we go.
I don't like these photos man.
They're framed up all wrong.
And the white balance is shit.
- Give it here.
- Just give them some filth.
Type in-
- [Both] "Monkey
rapes frog violently."
[all laughing]
- Here we go.
- [Mike] Fuck me!
[woman moaning]
- What the-
- [Woman] Oh, yeah.
- What're you doing?
- It isn't mine.
- [Woman] Oh yeah!
It's so big.
- Get it off.
What the fuck is going on?
[woman moaning continues]
Whoa, what did you do?
What did you touch?
I need the tech
guy down here now.
- So Charlie, it's been 14 days.
What have the surveillance
efforts yielded?
Enough for a warrant
to search the property?
- No, sir.
- Do we have enough to detain
the men off the property?
- No, sir.
- Then what do we have to go on?
- Nothing, sir.
- I'm sorry?
- We have nothing, sir.
- That's not
exactly true, is it?
In 14 days, one of the members
of the team has got piles.
Another has got
computer viruses,
numerous computer viruses on
advanced computer systems.
And several people
have put on weight
from all the food
deliveries your suspects
have delivered to the van.
It's been quite an eventful
two weeks, hasn't it?
Apart from actually
gathering any evidence,
for that, it's been a complete
and utter fucking waste
of time, hasn't it?
Now I suggest you
drop whatever vendetta
it is you have
against these shits
and get back to making arrests.
- Yes, sir.
- You're off the case.
[Taylor scoffs]
Detective Taylor.
They'll come unstuck in the end.
People like that always do.
[dramatic music]
[Taylor sighing]
[Taylor grunting]
- So basically, you and the
boys can go back to work now.
The top brass, they're scared
of making a wrongful
arrest and getting upheld.
They've got pensions and
promotions to keep safe.
[dramatic music continues]
[water splashing]
- It's been nice, you having
all this time off from work.
- Yeah, time off's nice.
Money's nicer though.
- Money isn't everything.
- Easy for you to say,
your parents are loaded.
- They're not that rich.
- Sorry, which one of the tax
havens are they staying in?
- Switzerland.
It's a skiing holiday.
- Yeah, a three
month skiing holiday.
Two weeks, that's all I need.
- Yeah, if you
work for yourself,
you can have all the
time off you need.
- Don't start this again.
- [Woman] Yeah, but you're
the one who makes the stuff.
- Look, we're a team, all right.
I neither need nor want
to strike out on my own.
As long as we're all together
and they watch my back,
nothing bad's gonna happen.
Strength in numbers.
- Okay.
- Don't worry,
I'll keep you in the lifestyle
you're accustomed to.
Which reminds me,
I do need to go
to the pharmacy
before it closes.
But let's have a
proper drink first.
[tense music]
- [Allen] Taylor, this
is a friendly reminder
to stay away from those guys.
I don't want you pursuing
any kind of personal
investigation.
- [Prisoner] After being
told to leave it alone,
Charlie had to make a decision.
Now he wasn't able
to legally watch them
and he was getting
more and more concerned
as time was running out.
And now he wasn't the only
person looking for them.
- Who the fuck are you?
- I need some information.
- And?
- I need to know how to
find some of your clients.
- Client information
is strictly-
- Before you waste
anymore breath,
'cause you're gonna
need that later,
let me start by
telling you this.
You're gonna tell me
what I need to know.
The only thing
that's open to change
is how many of your bones I'm
gonna snap before you tell me.
Now, how do I find
the Essex Boys?
- Look-
[both grunting]
- Where do I find
the Essex Boys?
Huh?
[tense music continues]
[tires screeching]
[engine revving]
- Nah, I don't like it, he
should've been back by now.
- Probably gone somewhere else
because they didn't
have what he wanted.
Or he stopped for a drink, or
he shat himself and stopped
and burned his underwear.
- He might have been picked up?
- Nah, he hasn't been picked up.
Taylor's not stupid
enough to take one of us
in after the shit
we got him into.
- Yeah, but he's got
all that stuff on him.
- All that stuff that he
legally bought from the chemist?
What they gonna do to
him exactly with that?
- He's just a little late.
- Jon, try his mobile.
- Try it again.
Come on, Chalky!
- Pick up, pick up.
[phone vibrating]
[Chalky whimpering]
- Bruv, it's just ringing out.
- Fuck's sake!
[phone vibrating]
- Ah-ah.
- Please tell me that's him.
That's gotta be him.
- Cassie. Cass?
- Hey, is Chalky with you?
- No, he's not.
Why do you ask?
- Well, his car's parked
with the keys in it.
- Oh, fuck off.
Something's not right.
I think he's in trouble.
- Bollocks!
- No need to panic.
Can we track his mobile?
- Yes, we can.
We can use that
"find my phone" app.
- Yes, come on, get on it.
- Right.
- What's it saying?
- Well according to this,
he's at Chantelle's.
It means he's not
moving, let's go.
- Let's go, let's go.
[Chalky breathing heavily]
- So you're the chemist?
You must be quite
valuable to these boys.
I can't imagine they can
make your stuff like you do.
- I don't know what
you're talking about, man.
- Of course, you don't.
- [Chalky] You've got
the wrong guy, all right.
- Well, we'll see, won't we?
Does the name Nicholson
mean anything to you?
- I can't say that it does.
- It just so happens
to be the name
of a lady I know called Reggie
who disappeared last week
with some of her
business associates.
- Look, man, I didn't know.
- And it happens
to be my name too.
She was my sister, and
now I'm gonna ask you
what you and your friends
have done with her
and where she is now?
- [Chalky] I don't
know anything, man.
I don't know anything.
[crying] Oh, fuck.
What are you doing?
What the fuck?
[Chalky yelling]
- It's like you're
drowning, isn't it?
Your brain genuinely feels
like you're actually drowning.
[Chalky groaning]
Yeah, really get
the blood pumping.
Sorry, I can't hear
you anymore, what?
- Look, I'll tell you all right.
So tell me about
me about Reggie.
- Look, man, look.
She wanted to cut into
our trade, all right.
She asked us to lay down,
she invited us to the club-
- And?
- They killed her, man.
- You killed her?
- No, it wasn't me, all right.
It was them, Neil mostly.
I was on the dance floor, man.
I've got witnesses.
- Where is she?
- What, the witnesses?
- My sister!
Where did you bury her?
- Look, man, she's not
exactly buried, okay.
She's more like ash.
- What did you do to her?
- Look, all right.
Mike said that we had to
dispose of the bodies.
You know, we had
to cover our tracks
or there'll be a murder
charge against all of us.
- So what did you do?
- We,
we put her in the furnace
and burned her to a crisp.
I'm sorry. [crying]
No, no please.
I'll cook for you, I'll make
you a lot of money real quick.
- Yeah, but it's not all
about money, is it son?
- Chantelle!
- Some things run
a little deeper.
[Chalky yelling]
[tense music]
[Chalky screaming]
But not as deep as this pool.
[tense music continues]
- Oh shit.
Fuck, fuck!
- Come on, get
Mike, we gotta go.
- We need to get
him out of there.
- What difference
is it gonna do?
He's dead.
- What if it was me in there?
- Listen, you're my
brother, he's not.
We've gotta go.
Come on.
Come on!
- Sorry, Chalky.
[dramatic orchestral music]
- 20 fucking years old.
Fucking fuck!
You fucking stupid
bunch of cunts!
I'll fucking kill 'em!
Who the fuck would do that?
- Must have been Taylor.
- No, I don't think
he's got the bollocks.
- Bollocks Mike!
- The pigs were like
this 20 years ago
and they're like it today.
Yeah, they got their
public smiley face,
but ultimately, they're
a firm like no other.
- Nah, the police these
days ain't like that.
- We made him look like a
cunt and now he's trying
to get his own back.
- But they don't take
it fucking personal.
This is somebody else.
This is someone
we've pissed off.
- Well, we're gonna
fucking find out who it is.
- Yeah, we will.
Come on, let's get
back to the club.
- Are you fucking mad?
We're going back and we're
fucking tooling up now.
- Jon, we've got tonight's
fucking stash in the car.
If we don't get that
back to the girls,
then they don't make
any fucking sales.
If we don't make any sales, we
don't make any fucking money.
Yeah?
We don't make any
money, we're fucked.
- You're right.
We need to make as much
money as possible now
until we can sort something out.
- Sort out fucking what, Neil?
Until fucking what, Neil?
- Until we find another chemist.
- Oh, come on, man.
- Until we find someone
to replace Chalky.
- Fuck me.
Let's not talk about
fucking replacing him.
- All right, I'm sorry, okay.
I'm sorry, okay.
I'm sorry.
He's a fucking cog in
a supply chain, yeah.
And someone's broken
that fucking cog
and we need to replace it.
If we don't make any product,
we don't make any money.
Yeah?
- Fucking hell.
- Unless you can cook.
Can you cook?
- No.
- I mean proper cook,
like Chalky could cook.
Like really fucking good shit
that got you really high.
I can't fucking cook.
Can you cook, Neil?
- Can't even make beans
on toast, you know that.
- Can't even make
fucking beans on toast.
All right, so listen, this
is what I suggest that we do.
I say we sell
everything we got left
and then we find
ourselves a new chef.
Yeah, yeah!
Come here.
[tense music]
- [Prisoner] The boys
made one last drop
of all they had left to
the club girls to shift
and net as much
cash as they could.
They had the feeling that
getting away was starting
to become a priority,
but Taylor still
had their passports
and new ones would cost.
- Is that who I think it is?
- Jason "Chalky" Chalk.
Otherwise known as the chemist.
Possibly-
- Yeah, all right, Columbo.
A simple confirmation of
his name would suffice.
We already know his back story.
- [Man] Suit yourself.
[police radio chattering]
[tense music]
[phone beeps]
[tense music continues]
- It's gotta to be the copper.
- It could be one of
a number of people.
God knows how many cunts we've
pissed off making this stuff.
Fuck, I bet there's people
who've even seen their
businesses fucked,
all their profits gone
straight out the window.
- Either way, someone's
coming for us.
- I fucking hope so!
[tense music continues]
[door knocking]
- You gotta be fucking
kidding me, don't you.
Come on in.
Mike, your girlfriend's
here, mate.
- What the fuck do you want?
- Maybe he wants
another CPS complaint.
- Or a bullet in the brain!
- Maybe I wanna catch whoever
took your mate, Chalky.
- Don't you fucking say his name
like he means something to you.
A week ago, you'd
have strung him up
on whatever charge
you could invent.
- A week ago you boys were
the most dangerous thing
in this town.
Now, he is.
You recognize him?
- No.
Who is he? Give us a name.
- We don't know.
I was hoping his face
might trigger a memory
with one of you.
I wasn't about to give
you a name and address.
I wouldn't be here if I
fucking knew it, would I?
- Don't get fucking
smart with me, pig!
- Neil!
- What?
These cunts just happens
to be the lesser of evils.
- Aye.
- Oh, you tell me then.
What have we all
suddenly got in common?
- We all wanna get
rid of this guy.
Then we can get you
back to peddling drugs
whilst I wait for you
to inevitably fuck
up at some stage.
For now, you may be a target
and I can get you
police protection.
- Fuck that, might as well
paint a fucking target
on our backs.
- Sorry, no.
- Okay, I'll get
your passports back.
- What?
- You heard.
I'll get your passports back
and I'll let you split the
country tomorrow night.
Lay low till it all blows
over or until we catch him.
- Why?
- Because I don't need
another dead body.
And I don't need
your three corpses,
especially as you
filled in CPC report
about a week ago.
That's not gonna look
very good, is it?
- So you'll help us
get our passports back?
- Yes.
- Tomorrow?
- Book some flights and
I'll be back at eight p.m.
Don't let anyone
know you're leaving.
I'll set this place up as
bait so we can catch him.
- Fine.
- Why are we trusting this cunt?
- You could've at least
waited till I left.
[door clicking]
- Why are we trusting this cunt?
[all shouting]
- So the police helped
them skip the country?
- Are you gonna let me tell you?
Or are you gonna make the
whole thing up yourself?
- Sorry, sorry.
[tense music]
- The boys reluctantly agreed
to Charlie's plan, and
after trashing their flat
and burning anything
that could get them
into more trouble later,
they packed lightly
for a long trip away.
DI Taylor was helping
them skip the country
and whilst they didn't
really understand why,
they didn't care, as long
as they had a way out
at this point.
[tense music continues]
The police never helped anyone.
It's just people doing
what people think
is the best thing to do.
Organizations are just
something they put
on the letterhead of paper.
- Charlie was a detective.
- Nah.
Charlie was a great
deal of things.
[tense music continues]
Consider for a moment
what actually
happened back in 1995.
The truth is that
only six people really
know what happened.
Three of them are dead,
two did the shooting,
which left just one man
that saw it all happen,
Ronnie Walsh.
For some reason that no one
but Ronnie Walsh can answer,
they let him go.
Why?
He was surely a witness
to the whole thing.
That's bothered me every
day from that day to this.
And I'm not a detective
or a journalist,
but when things don't add up,
it usually means you're
missing a very important piece
to the puzzle.
[gun firing]
- Don't you fucking-
[gun firing]
Come on then.
[gun firing]
- Fuck!
[gun firing]
[tense music continues]
- Why have we stopped here?
- Relax, I can't drop you
at the front of the airport
just before you clowns
decide to skip the country.
- How's that gonna look
to anyone on my side?
- Right, so what now then?
- [Taylor] You can walk
to the airport from here.
It won't take you long,
just follow the road around
to the foont entrance.
- Sorry, the foont entrance?
- Yeah.
Now come on, I've done my bit.
Tell me what happened
to Reggie Nicholson
and Dexter Farraday.
- How fucking far is it?
- Look Mike, we had a deal?
I'm not gonna drive this
far and back out now.
I've done my bit, you do yours.
- There's no bodies.
- What, you killed them?
- Yes.
What were we supposed
to fucking do?
It was them or us.
- I've no complaints, two
less drug dealers in my town
is no problem at all.
But I do not need two
bodies cropping up.
- They won't.
- We incinerated them.
There's no trace.
- Their phones and
their personal effects
got ditched and all.
- Is that it?
- It was them or us, what
more do you fucking want?
- I wanna know why?
- Why?
Fuck why.
- Those cunts were gonna do us,
so we made a pre-emptive
strike on them.
What's the big fucking deal!
Essex is no stranger to a
few cunts getting killed
and no one left to
explain everything.
- History repeating
itself, was it?
- Huh?
- You what?
[tense music continues]
[gun firing]
- Fuck, fuck!
- Neil!
- What the fuck are
you doing, you cunt?
Fucking hell!
[gun firing]
Fuck!
Neil!
- What the fuck are
you doing, you cunt?
You cunt, we had a fucking deal!
- People don't make deals
with the Walsh family.
Your father had a
deal to take three men
to a field for a drugs deal.
He watched three people
be killed in cold blood
and the killers just let him be.
- That was 20 fucking years ago.
- Two people went to
jail that your shit can
of a father could've stopped.
But I think he had a
deal with somebody else.
- You fucking killed
my fucking brother!
- [Taylor] Shut up and
be a man for fuck's sake!
- [Mike] So what do we
do now, you fucking cunt?
- I've come to settle the bill.
A debt's gotta be paid.
And I think these numbers
work out perfectly.
- Fuck me, it's the fucking
cunt that killed Chalky!
- [Jon] Shit, get the fuck out!
- [laughing] You,
you blond cunt!
Who the fuck are you?
I don't even fucking know you!
Fucking go on then! [laughing]
Fucking burn me,
you soppy bollocks!
Wave to the cunt.
Wave to him. [laughing]
[both shouting indistinctly]
[tense music]
[both sobbing]
[explosion booming]
[tense music]
- How do you know all this?
- George!
We're finished here.
Nice meeting you,
Mr. Journalist.
[door clicking]
- Tell your old
man I said hello.
- [Prisoner] Some things you see
when you're young get
burned into your memory.
They mold you into the
person you will become.
You don't even
realize it's happened.
[dramatic electronic rock music]
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rock music continues]
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rock music continues]
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rock music continues]
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rock music continues]
[dramatic electronic
rock music continues]
[dramatic electronic
rock music continues]
[dramatic orchestral music]
[thunder rumbling]
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
- [Tony] Come on
it's pissing down.
[gun firing]
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
- [Reporter] The three men,
all suspected as drug dealers,
were found dead in a Range Rover
in Workhouse Lane,
Rettendon, Essex.
Initial reports say they
were shot at close range
with shotguns by at
least two assailants.
The men have been
identified as Pat Tate,
Tony Tucker and Craig Rolfe,
locals said to have strong
links with the Essex drug trade.
Two men, one from Suffolk
and one from Essex,
have been arrested in
connection with the killings,
are currently being-
- [Prisoner] Some things you see
when you're young get
burned into your memory.
They mold you into the
person you will become.
You don't even
realize it's happened.
[dramatic orchestral music]
[upbeat music]
[upbeat music continues]
[upbeat music continues]
[upbeat music continues]
[upbeat music continues]
[upbeat music continues]
[tense music]
[tense music continues]
[police radio chattering]
[keys jingling]
[cell unlocking]
[tense music continues]
[door clicking]
- Hi.
- Hi.
I'm Richard Stenson.
- I know who you are.
- You do?
- Of course.
You requested to see me.
I had you checked out.
You're a reporter.
You've got that kind of
I-don't-know-what-goes-on
in-the-real-fucking-world
look about your face.
- [chuckles] Quite.
Well, if you really want to
impress me, why am I here?
- You know, I don't know.
I mean, it's not
the anniversary.
They're certainly not
about to let me out.
So-
- I'm here because
people have died.
There's no leads.
There's no evidence.
No one wants to say anything.
But everyone's looking
in your direction.
- Why?
- Because your son is
one of the people missing
and presumed dead.
Hardly funny.
- No, it's not funny.
It's retribution.
[tense music]
[keys clacking]
- [Man] And cameras off.
This guy is gonna be here soon?
- [Man 2] Yeah, just keep calm.
- Okay, so what happened?
- What are you going to do
with this if I tell you?
- I'm a reporter.
I'll report it in my paper.
- Why?
- [Richard] Because people
want to know what happened.
- [chuckles] Surely no one's
that interested anymore.
- Well, that's because most
people can't see the wood
for the trees,
whereas I think this
goes a little bit deeper.
All the way back
here somehow like,
like someone out there is
fighting for you in here.
Am I right?
- No.
But you are closer
than you realize.
A story that I've got to tell
can't be reported.
- Then why start?
- Because
it has to be known.
Some person has to whisper
to one other and then another
and then 10 more,
so that it's known
without being reported,
written down or recorded.
Can you get your
head around that?
[recorder beeping]
- I can.
- [Man] Yeah, just keep calm.
- [Man 2] Boys, I have got the
best tip on a horse, right.
It's called Coming Up the Rear
and it's fucking 11 to one odds.
- Someone's on a wind
up with that one.
I'd check it.
- No, no, I checked it.
It's racing in
Chepstow, I think.
- Go on, fuck it,
I'm in for a jacks.
- Let's not get too heavy.
- All right I'll have
a pound, go on then.
- I'm in for a pound.
- Yeah? a quid each?
- Whoa.
Heads up, here he is,
okay boys, let's go.
- Let's go boys.
- [Man] Manager,
come on, come on.
[upbeat rock music]
- Hello Jay.
How you doing?
- How are you?
- [Man] Get down on
the fucking ground!
[people screaming]
[gun firing]
[people screaming]
[indistinct yelling]
Do as you're told.
Get the fuck down!
What're you looking at?
[man shouting]
[man shouting indistinctly]
[man whooping]
- Come on, you fat cunt.
- All right.
I'm trying, I'm trying.
It's unlocked.
- Done?
- Yeah.
[man grunting]
[upbeat rock music continues]
[man laughing]
- What did I just say to you?
Get your hands away from
the fucking counter.
Face the floor!
- Oi, oi, oi!
I see ya, get back.
Get fucking back, get back.
I'll fucking shoot you.
- Have yourself a bundle out.
There we go.
Stick it inside your bra.
It's all yours my love,
a little bonus for ya.
[upbeat rock music continues]
Hey!
Can't you read?
Can you not read the sign?
Look.
- I'm having a very
stressful morning, all right?
[upbeat rock music continues]
- Don't be shy.
Oh no, you come here
and tickle my snout.
Go on, go on.
Come on, give it
a little tickle.
[man barking]
[woman screams]
[gun firing]
[man yelling]
- [Prisoner] We're still
in Essex for this story
and four new boys have
risen from the ashes
of what happened
almost 20 years ago.
But these boys were
a different breed.
- You're a fucking
lemon, I tell you what!
What did I say?
What did I fucking say to you?
No violence.
- [Chalky] Mike, what happened?
- My gun was there,
he stood up, bang.
- I followed my gut,
what am I meant to do?
- Neil, Listen to me, all right.
You steal someone else's money,
they don't give a
fuck, they're insured.
- So fuckng what?
You start throwing
your weight around,
they're gonna be all
over us, you plum.
- What, so I hit one person.
What's it matter?
- But yes, it's always you.
[all shouting]
- Just tell me what happened!
- Fuck off, Chalky!
- Shut up Chalky!
- Shut up!
- Boys, we just
got fucking rich.
[all laughing]
[dance music]
- [Prisoner] The boys
realized that money buys you
a great deal of things.
[dance music continues]
[all cheering]
- So they robbed banks?
- One bank, one time.
- I don't understand.
- They needed start-up
capital for their business.
Before you demonize them,
let me tell you about them.
Then you might understand
why they did what they did.
Neil was unpredictable.
He wasn't to be
crossed by anyone.
He could only ever be
controlled by his brother Mike.
Mike was the ringleader
of the new Essex Boys.
He was charming, ruthless
and very dangerous.
Nowadays you can get
high by mixing a bunch
of shit you can buy
over the counter.
All you need is a good
cook, and that was Chalky.
He could make you a bomb from
the household cleaning aisle
of a supermarket,
but soon realized there was
more money in class A drugs
than there was in blowing
up his old school.
So he chose the career
with better pay.
Jon was the ladies'
man, or so he thought.
Not as ruthless as Mike or Neil,
but one hell of a conman when
the situation called for it.
So the three brothers had
everything they needed,
including an in-house chemist,
meaning they didn't
have to worry
about making supply
runs to Holland
or anywhere they could
get pinched in transit.
Everything they sold was
100% made in England.
[dance music continues]
[all sniffing]
In the '90s, the original
Essex Boys had it all wrong.
Pat Tate, Tony Tucker and
Craig Rolfe were fearless
which gave them power,
but they were reckless too,
which made them vulnerable.
The boys had an uncanny
memory for people and faces.
Being a natural fraudster,
Mike could be relied upon
to remember everyone
and track them down
if ever needed.
People had an image
of drug dealers
and what they looked like.
These girls threw that
out of the window.
Seduction was part of the allure
of the new product the
boys had developed.
They sold a lifestyle that
people wanted to buy into.
[dance music continues]
[dance music continues]
- All right, now
that everyone's here
let's do a fucking
round of shots.
- Yes!
Come on, let's do it!
[all chattering]
[dance music continues]
- Boys, keep it down a bit
or you'll get kicked out.
- Fuck off, Granddad, will ya?
- What did you say?
- He said that if you want a
bit of this fucking pussy then
you're probably going
to have to pay for it.
- There used to be
a code around here
where young boys would
know to respect someone
they didn't know.
Because for all they
knew, that older guy
could be someone very dangerous.
[all sarcastically shuddering]
Yeah, I wouldn't expect
young boys to know old rules
until they've been
taught a lesson.
- What, is he fucking stupid?
For you to think young
boys follow old rules
when it's much more fucking
fun to play by our fucking own!
- Yeah? Come on then.
- [Officer] Hello!
- Yes, Officer.
- You reported an assault?
- Yes.
This horrible little
Lurch-looking cunt
just fucking punched my mate
in the face, didn't you, cunt?
[all shouting]
- [Prisoner] The
new boys didn't want
to fight every
fucker in the world,
only the ones worth fighting.
And the police made for
okay-ish bodyguards,
you just had to know the score.
They were the new
breed of criminal.
They had lawyers, accountants,
offshore bank accounts.
They loved going to court.
But they were the
ones pressing charges.
All the police
could do was watch.
- Steve, two beers,
bruv, yeah? Nice one.
- I should get back
out there, Mike.
- What? Come on, don't
be such a fucking idiot.
Just stay for one, huh?
Thanks.
- I'll stay for one.
- That's my boy.
- Don't use the word "cunt."
- What?
- Don't call him a cunt.
It looks as if you're
trying to incite violence.
- [laughing] Oi,
Neil, listen to this.
Apparently calling
someone a cunt
is like we're trying
to incite violence.
- It's only advice,
it's only advice.
- What should we call them then?
How about twat?
- Wanker.
- I don't know, asshole?
- Prick, nonce.
- [Neil] Muppet, slag.
- Slut.
- Or how about we call him
nonce, bacon,
grass, informer,
dirty, little, pig cunt!
[both laughing]
- Look at his fucking face.
[both laughing]
[tense music]
- [Prisoner] Hey,
don't get me wrong.
They lived the lifestyle
they wanted to.
They enjoyed their work.
They loved their reputation
and rested safe in the
knowledge of their rights
and that money and drugs can
buy you anything, anywhere.
Although Chalky
wasn't their brother,
they treated him like
one of the family
and looked after him.
Although he didn't do any
of the business running,
he was liable to snort
more of their product
if they didn't
keep an eye on him.
[tense music continues]
- Hello mate, I need
a little pick me up.
- I'm not so sure I follow you.
- Yeah, you do.
- Here you go bruv.
I'm a diabetic myself.
So I've always got a
little sugar treat.
- I'll see you again soon.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm not that kind of boy.
You all right, sweetheart?
- [Woman] Hello, darling.
[both laughing]
- Who the fuck was that prick?
- Hey, mate.
Mate, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I just want to apologize
for my brother, all right.
Go on.
He's a bit of a hot-head
sometimes, I apologize.
- You're not fucking kidding.
It's a good job that copper was
there I tell you, because it
was gonna kick off.
- I know.
I knew you weren't
having none of it.
- I wasn't having fucking
none of it, I tell you.
- I tell you what,
hold on to these-
[all grunting and shouting]
- [Prisoner] Anyone
that ever messed
with the boys came
unstuck at some point.
And this was the part that
Neil enjoyed the most.
He would have killed
anyone that messed
with any of the brothers.
And no one was in doubt of that.
[tense music]
- Sounds like quite a business.
[prisoner laughing]
It must have taken
some planning, yeah?
- The boys were good at
what they were doing.
There was no loose ends.
They had everything
worked out in detail
to make them millions.
- Should've quit while
they were ahead then.
- Maybe.
But,
as I said, the boys were
starting to get noticed.
And you can't make the kind
of money they were making
without ruffling a few feathers.
[light classical music]
And the old firm didn't give up
their earnings very easily
to anyone, ever.
- I got your message.
So it's not coke,
it's not grass.
- Ma-ma.
- Ma-ma.
- Meow-meow.
- What the fuck is "meow-meow"?
- Something newish.
It's good.
- What?
So where do they get it from?
Holland?
Fucking Colombia?
- Nah, it's something
they're making up
for themselves locally.
- What?
- Yeah, they got
themselves a chemist.
All the ingredients you can
get from over the counter,
but there's a specific
way of making this.
- So these little
cunts are in on my turf
and they're not taking
the same risks as me?
Bribing customs,
arranging air drops.
Running speed boats
through fucking Rotterdam
in the middle of the night.
[scoffing] They're making it
in their own fucking bedrooms?
Well, there's a fee to
pay here, you get me?
- They uh-
- They what?
- Well, they don't take
too kindly to authority.
- Well, we'll see about that.
If they wanna continue
working in my county...
No, fuck that.
If they wanna carry on living,
then they're gonna have to
start paying percentages.
And if they're as good
as they say they are,
they'll be working for me.
- Fuck off, Jon!
- What do you mean,
"Fuck off Jon"?
- You fucking heard me.
- What, so this is
a wise move, yeah?
Why don't we stop for a
second and have a bit-
- Let's fuck 'em now, Jon!
Find her home address,
find her fella's work address
and find her fucking kids'
school address as well.
Five minutes online, I
guarantee we'll have everything
about her.
- Yeah, good idea there, Neil.
Let's start a war, shall we?
Listen, these boys have
been around a long time
for a reason.
Yeah, because we weren't
here before, was we?
- It's our turn now.
- Maybe they'll take a deal?
- Fuck that!
Why the fuck are we gonna give
them something for nothing?
- So we can just
deal in peace, man.
- How about so
they don't kill us?
- They're not gonna fucking
kill us, stop saying that shit!
- Really, yeah?
Hang on a minute!
Cassie, get here.
- Oh, fuck off!
- She's fucking coming out
naked, look at her!
- Come on.
Chop chop!
Come on, I'm not waiting.
Get a move on.
Right, go and tell
them what you told me.
Go on!
Well, come on!
- They're going to kill you.
- What?
- Cassie,
what exactly did they say?
- They are going to kill you.
- And secondly, why the
fuck are your tits out?
- Because Jon has
hidden my clothes.
- The rash put you
off, did it, darling?
- Has it gone all red raw again?
- Rash?
- Shut up, shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
Shut up!
Cassie, you entertain some
of the old boys, yeah?
Can you get them a message?
- Depends.
- Okay, one week's free gear.
Jon'll give you
your clothes back
and you don't have to nosh off
his little cauliflower cock.
- That sounds amazing.
- Excellent, now get
the fuck upstairs
and put some fucking clothes on!
- So, what we gonna do?
- Something
un-fucking-predictable.
[upbeat music]
- Here to see Reggie Nicholson.
- [Woman] Yes, just follow me.
Wait here.
- Hello, Mike.
- Impressed you
could make it, boys.
- Let's have a few drinks on us
and then we'll talk a
bit of business, yeah?
- Sure.
- Nice place, yours?
- No, I just use it to
entertain friends and clients.
Me and the management, we
have a little understanding.
I insure them against
people misbehaving,
breaking furniture,
that kind of stuff.
- Must be quite lucrative.
- Yeah,
businesses are willing
to pay a premium.
- Champagne?
- Thank you.
Oh, dear.
Look, she hasn't
brought enough glasses.
You couldn't do us a favor and
get these young boys a drink?
Coke or maybe you'd
like a lemonade?
[all laughing]
- Look, Chalky, go and
get us a few beers, yeah?
- [Chalky] Yeah, sweet.
- So, Dexter tells me
you're dealing another drug,
a new drug.
- Does he?
- Do you boys know who I am?
- Yes, of course we
know who you are.
All right, we didn't
just a week ago.
We're new, still
learning the ropes.
I mean, obviously, we
know now that your people,
we'd do well to
keep on our side.
- So what's the product?
- It's called meow-meow.
All right.
It's clean.
No need to cut it,
no hangover no contamination,
and best of all,
you can get all the ingredients
at any chemist right
over the counter.
All you need is a recipe.
There, we stuck a
cookbook on there for you.
- Well, let's get you some
champagne then, right.
- That's more like it, now
you're talking my language.
- Look what I found.
- Good evening,
please sit down.
[all chattering]
- Is there somewhere we can go
that's a bit more quiet
and talk business?
- Yeah.
Hey love, is upstairs free?
- Yes, of course.
- Bring some drinks up for me.
- Yes, excuse me.
- Dexter, shall we have a
little chat in the VIP room?
[tense music]
- You know that's a
lady-boy, don't you?
Move your leg.
[all chattering]
[tense music]
- Mine's a coke.
- Mine's a lemonade.
[guns firing]
- Maybe you prefer
fucking lemonade.
Boys, boys.
Who's a fucking boy now?
You're yesterday's
news, you fucking cunt.
You're wormfood.
[gun firing]
You cunt, you cunt!
You fucking cunt!
- Hey, come here.
- Yeah?
- You okay?
You okay?
[both laughing]
- I'm sweet, I'm sweet.
I'm fucking sweet.
- Oh shit, boys!
I didn't prepare for it
to fucking look like this.
- Fuck off.
It was them or us!
- Just hold it together.
Listen, Cassie's upstairs
looking after the bouncers,
bags out the back, let's go.
[tense music]
- [Prisoner] The boys were
ruthless and efficient.
They understood it was
survival of the fittest.
There was no point in
making enemies everywhere.
Better to just eliminate any
threat that emerged as quickly
and as quietly as possible.
- [Richard] The bodies
were never found, right?
And there was a rumor
that they had skipped
the country because-
- [Prisoner] The boys
put that rumor around
so that people like you
wouldn't think it was murder.
- So where are the bodies?
- Do you know how hard it is
to have someone declared dead
when there's no remains left?
[tense music]
20 years ago, three
bodies put me in jail
for something I had
nothing to do with.
I hated the original Essex
Boys as much as anyone,
but if you were looking
for murder suspects,
it was a bit of a joke.
The whole country had an
ax to grind with them.
If it had been me
that had done it,
I would have made sure that
no one ever found the bodies.
I would have cleaned up
the mess, no evidence left
to point the finger at me.
And better still,
make it difficult
to even declare them dead.
But the boys went
one better than that.
[tense music]
Whilst it's difficult
to declare someone dead
when there is no body,
it's harder still if you
leave an electronic trail
saying they are alive and
living it up somewhere else.
These boys were savvy
to what the police
can track these days.
Neil took all the mobiles
from Nicholson and Farraday
and gave them to his cousin
Billy, who then drove east,
stopping every now and then
to turn their phones on
so they would connect
to a nearby mast.
[tense music continues]
He sent a message to friends
and associates
saying things like,
"I've gotta lie low.
I'm skipping the country."
This way when the police
tried to trace their mobiles,
they would see a clear
pattern leading out of Essex
and up to the port at Lowestoft.
Billy left his own phone at
home while he made the trip.
And the boys made
several calls from it
to corroborate his alibi.
The car was a ringer
with cloned plates
in case he never went through
any number plate
recognition cameras.
[tense music continues]
He took the phones all
the way to Holland,
let them connect to
the Dutch phone company
and then threw
them in the water.
[tense music continues]
These boys liked to be
prepared for anything.
Mike had a long standing lease
at an old industrial property
for times that they needed
to dispose of things.
Long gone are the days
of burying someone
in Epping Forest.
The boys incinerated the bodies.
There was nothing
and no one to challenge the
story that they'd set up.
As far as the police
investigation was concerned,
their strongest lead was these
guys arriving in Holland.
But while the police were
having to cool their heels,
the disappearance of Reggie
Nicholson had been noticed.
The boys didn't fully
appreciate how entrenched
in so many different
operations Reggie was.
The moment she disappeared,
ripples were created.
And those ripples
now got the attention
of some very
interesting parties.
- Surely, they must
have known that someone
would realize they were missing?
- No, pimps, prostitutes,
drug dealers go
missing all the time.
The only people that are
interested and take notice
are the police.
And they're just as happy
that they might have
moved on somewhere else,
become someone else's problem.
No.
Only someone with
a very keen mind
might be able to read
between the lines.
And that's where DI Taylor comes
into the story.
He had been watching
the boys for some time,
almost to an obsessive level.
He spent months building a
case against the four boys,
but what he was doing fell
way beyond the call of duty.
Some people believed
that he had a vendetta
against the boys.
But vendettas are
what schoolgirls do.
Real men bide their time.
They watch and they wait.
Every detail is
important to them.
He knew the boys were
connected to the disappearance
of Reggie and Dexter.
He just didn't know how.
He decided to look his enemy
in the eye for the first time
by bringing them in,
testing how close they were,
almost looking for a weak
point in their armor,
but the boys were well prepped
to handle any regular
police grilling.
[Taylor sighing]
[tense music]
- So you were at home?
- Yeah. [sobbing mockingly]
I killed lots of people.
- Tell me everything.
- [sighs] It's in
the game I mean.
I died too.
Happens a lot in "Call of Duty".
- Oh mate, it is
a blinding game.
You should give it a go, make
you feel more like a man.
- Why didn't anyone else
see you playing the game?
- No comment, you pig cunt.
- Honestly mate, I can't
even tell you nothing,
I was high as a kite.
- At home?
- No comment, you pig cunt.
- No, on cloud fucking nine.
It was amazing.
- [Taylor] And what
about later that night?
- I had some sex.
Wonderful.
- And I could barely walk
let alone do anything else.
- On a completely unrelated
note, how's your sister doing?
- Look, I know my
rights, detective.
You have no probable cause.
So right now I think I'd
like to take that phone call,
which I'll be making
to the Samaritans.
- That's an American thing.
- Samaritans?
- The one phone call thing.
- But the Samaritans
are still here, right?
- I don't care if you
know your fucking rights.
I just wanna know
what I need to know.
- No comment,
you pig cunt.
- How long are you
gonna keep repeating
the same thing over
and over again?
- Okay, okay.
I'll tell you everything.
- Really?
- Fuck you,
you pig cunt.
- Guys, I'm peckish.
Tuna, extra mayo maybe?
- There's no food until
the interview is finished.
- What about a cup of tea?
- I'd murder a fucking
rose right now,
I dunno about anybody else.
- Fuck you and you,
you pair of pig cunts.
- What about ham and pickle?
- Coffee?
- A steak?
I dunno, something?
I mean I could be
in my fucking most
favorite restaurant
tonight, eating.
But I'm sat in here with you
two pair of fucking mugs.
So, I don't know.
Come on, boys.
- Lemonade?
Can of Coke?
- No.
Chicken and avocado?
Cheese and ham?
- I'll tell you what,
can you do a BLT?
Hold the T and the L.
Is that all right?
- No fucking sandwiches.
- Maybe you could
go the extra mile
and import me a can of
root beer from America?
- No drinks either.
- I wouldn't have
you in my house
without offering you
a drink, you know.
- The CCTV shows that
you didn't leave the club
by the front door.
- All right, all
right, you got me.
I climbed out of a window.
- Why would you climb
out of a window?
- [sighing] Because
I was running back
and forward between two dates
in two different places.
I had to change costume
into a Scottish nanny.
At one point I completely forgot
about my enormous fake breasts.
- No more games.
- See, what happened
is I kind of
mistook the fire
escape for the toilet,
and stumbled out, ended
up in the alleyway.
To be honest, it did pretty
much smell like a toilet.
Piss everywhere.
- No comment, you pig cunt.
- Please stop saying that.
[both beatboxing]
- Is that what you're gonna be
sounding like later? [gagging]
- Which one of you is big spoon?
Which one of you
is little spoon?
[Chalky moaning]
- Fucking faggots, man.
- Fuck you, you pig cunt.
- You need to release them,
their legal team has
threatened to go to the CPS
unless we start a reasonable
line of questioning
based on some evidence.
- I know it's them.
- If you can't prove it's
them, it means very little.
[Taylor sighs]
[knocking on window]
- Why is there no
aspirin in the jungle?
Because the parrots
eat 'em all. [laughing]
Can someone put that
on my Twitter, please?
And if you follow me, I fucking
promise I will follow you.
[door buzzing]
[door buzzing]
- Sir, it's nearly time.
We have to charge
them or let them go.
- Go on then, fuck 'em off.
- Thank you everyone,
let's get down to business.
What you are looking at
here are the drug dealers
of the 21st century,
the Essex Boys of the
future, the next generation
of Essex Boys.
They're dangerous,
ruthless, clever
and more prepared than any gang
we have ever encountered before
and better equipped than
any modern police force.
These guys are tech
savvy and know our law.
The criminals of our
parents' generation
had guys with baseball
bats on speed dial.
These guys call their lawyers.
Mike seems to take
charge amongst the group
and steers their actions.
This one, Neil, very volatile,
has a habit of stabbing first
and asking questions later.
This one, Jon, has been
linked to all sorts
of white-collar fraud schemes.
And the chemist of the
group is one Jason Chalk
known to all and
sundry as Chalky.
We need to do whatever it
takes to take these guys down.
But whatever happens, we
must stay within the law.
We don't want any
kind of fuck up
that a brief could
hit us with later.
Graduating to murder is
a big step for these lads
and we want some proof.
What the CPS has authorized
is a surveillance operation
and I want units in position
within the hour and
Detective Taylor
will take point on this.
Just so you are aware this
is not a drugs operation.
But this operation is all
about gathering evidence
in an investigation for
persons missing, presumed,
by us, dead.
- [Officer] How
long have we got?
- It's a standard
14 day operation.
After that, we've either
got enough evidence
to raid or we pull out safely.
- The Catholic method.
- Now these guys
know our methods.
They know the equipment we use.
And I have for some time
now suspected they have one
or two members of our force
in their pocket by means of
bribery and blackmail coercion.
So there is a possibility that
no matter how good we are,
no matter how
subtle our approach,
they might know
that we are there.
- [Mike] So we are going
to take two weeks off.
- [Neil] What, Why?
- Because Detective
Inspector Taylor
wants to observe our operation,
so we are going to let him.
- It's gonna be a
bit hard to cook
with the Feds watching, though.
- Yeah, but you're not
gonna cook, are you Chalky?
Not for the next 14 days.
- Excuse me, if we don't
cook, we don't sell.
- If we don't sell,
we don't earn.
- If we don't earn, well,
that's a bit shit, isn't it?
- We can afford to
take two weeks off.
And anyway, we've worked hard.
We deserve a break.
Observe that cunt.
[dance music]
[dance music continues]
[dance music continues]
- [Woman] Hello, McDonalds,
can I take your order?
- [Jon] Can I have
a sad meal please?
- [Woman] Sorry we
only do Happy Meals.
- [Jon] Sad meal
with a shit sandwich.
- What did he say?
- [Woman] No, we
don't do sad meals.
Just Happy Meals.
- They were good at
watching and waiting.
But even after one night
of solid partying there
was still no evidence.
- [Richard] That must
have pissed off Charlie.
- [Prisoner] You could say that.
[car alarm chirping]
[door sliding]
- Anything?
- They went to bed an hour ago.
- No, anything interesting?
- Well, there's these.
- Lovely.
Anything else?
- They've had a few
calls on their mobiles.
- [Taylor] Let's listen.
- You don't need
to hear them, sir.
- Let's listen.
- Okay, yes sir.
- [Mike] Hello, can I
speak to Mr. Mehoff please?
- [Operator] Sure thing.
What's his first name?
- Jack.
- [Operator] One second.
Is there a Jack
Mehoff here, guys?
- [Mike] Hello, can I speak
to Phil and Drew please?
- [Operator] There's a lot
of Phils and Drews here mate,
what's there surnames?
- [Mike] Their surnames
are McCrackin and Cock,
and Drew's middle
initial is "P."
- [Operator] So, that's Phil
McCrackin and Drew P. Cock.
Phil McCrackin and Drew P. Cock.
Girls?
Phil McCrackin-
- Fuck's sake!
What the fuck is this?
- Pizza.
- Please, for the love of God,
please tell me you did not
order a pizza to the van
in the middle of a
surveillance operation?
- No, sir.
[line ringing]
- [Man] Hello, Pizza Pizza.
- [Neil] Hello, mate,
can I order one pepperoni
and one vegetarian deluxe,
both large and a
bottle of Diet Coke?
- [Man] Comes to 24.40.
Delivery or collection?
- [Neil] Delivery please.
I would like it to be
delivered to the camper van
at the end of my street.
Oh, and that reminds
me, on the pepperoni,
can you add a load of bacon?
- Those little shits
are laughing at us.
- [Mike] Make sure you
guys in the van save some
for Detective Taylor.
Wanker, gay, pig cunt.
Taylor, Taylor, Gaylord,
Detective Gaylord.
- Little fucks.
We are gonna get them if
it's the last thing we do.
[dramatic orchestral music]
[dance music]
[Mike groaning]
- What are you doing, man?
It's early, dude.
- [Mike] I'm just clearing
away all the things
they could still
get us on, yeah.
- Mike, what the fuck
are you doing? Seriously?
- Morning.
[microwave whirring]
[microwave exploding]
[all shouting]
Where the fuck's the
fire extinguisher?
- What are you fucking doing?
- Jesus, what the fuck?
- The fire extinguisher?
[extinguisher spraying]
[Mike laughs crazily]
[extinguisher spraying]
- What the fuck?
Fuck.
Morning.
- [Girl] Leave me alone.
- All right, guys.
All right, boys.
Boys, mobile phones.
Out of bounds, yeah,
for the rest of their
duration of visit.
Okay, end off.
Yeah?
Now, let's clear the fuck up.
Let's go, get up.
Come on, sweetheart,
Come on, up you get.
Come on, up you get.
[all chattering]
- [Prisoner] That morning
Mike woke thinking
he should probably take it
all a little more seriously.
He'd seen the determination
in DI Taylor's eyes
and he was right too.
Because DI Charlie Taylor was
about to take a new direction
in the investigation.
[dance music]
- See anything you like?
- [sighs] Not anymore.
- That one seems quite nice.
- I don't think it's your color.
You're more blue, aren't you?
- Hold up, hold up.
Oi, oi! Hold on.
Hold on!
- Anything I can help you with?
- No, I was out taking a walk,
but seeing as I bumped into you,
it seemed rather childish
not to say hello.
Seeing as we have so
many common friends.
- Have you been looking
me up on Facebook?
- No, but you are on my
persons of interest list.
- I'm bored now.
- Right, let's stop
fucking about, shall we?
I know you've got the
inside scoop on these guys.
Yeah, I've seen you with them.
Which one are you
fucking this week?
Tell me something, do
they have a rota for you
or are you on call
like a Dutch hooker?
- [Prisoner] Charlie
tried everything to
get Cassie to talk.
Everything, from the incentive
of police protection,
witness relocation,
even cash to fuck off
altogether, but Cassie looked
at him with a sense of pity.
As if he thought
she'd turn for him.
She eventually made
her point clear.
[Taylor groaning]
[dramatic music]
[Taylor groaning]
- Oh fuck!
- [Prisoner] Two weeks
in and taking the piss
out of the police was
getting a little boring.
Taylor stepping over
the line by trying
to get Cassie also
had Mike concerned.
They were also concerned Taylor
had seized their passports
pending further investigation.
They needed to play
by police tactics.
- This is a nice office
you got here, mate.
You must be doing all right.
- Yeah.
You know it's absolutely
criminal what we can charge
for all this.
- I assume you can do
us a deal, as usual.
- Well, I'll have to invoice
you on an hourly basis.
- All right, we got this
fucking copper sniffing around
like a fucking fly around shit.
It's starting to do
my fucking tits in.
Anyway, he's done
some surveillance,
but we've given him nothing.
We'd like his wings
clipped a little,
by the official channels.
Here's a couple
pictures of the guy,
and a little bit
of stuff for you.
- It's the one with
the mole again.
Hello moley moley mole.
- Apparently his farts
smell like battery acid
according to Beardy over here
and he's going to I quote,
"Plug his asshole
up with his head
if he doesn't stop
letting rip in the van."
- [laughing] All
right, here we go.
I'm on their Wi-Fi.
- Oh good lad,
All right, see if you can
access anything on us.
- All right, let me check.
- Here we go.
I don't like these photos man.
They're framed up all wrong.
And the white balance is shit.
- Give it here.
- Just give them some filth.
Type in-
- [Both] "Monkey
rapes frog violently."
[all laughing]
- Here we go.
- [Mike] Fuck me!
[woman moaning]
- What the-
- [Woman] Oh, yeah.
- What're you doing?
- It isn't mine.
- [Woman] Oh yeah!
It's so big.
- Get it off.
What the fuck is going on?
[woman moaning continues]
Whoa, what did you do?
What did you touch?
I need the tech
guy down here now.
- So Charlie, it's been 14 days.
What have the surveillance
efforts yielded?
Enough for a warrant
to search the property?
- No, sir.
- Do we have enough to detain
the men off the property?
- No, sir.
- Then what do we have to go on?
- Nothing, sir.
- I'm sorry?
- We have nothing, sir.
- That's not
exactly true, is it?
In 14 days, one of the members
of the team has got piles.
Another has got
computer viruses,
numerous computer viruses on
advanced computer systems.
And several people
have put on weight
from all the food
deliveries your suspects
have delivered to the van.
It's been quite an eventful
two weeks, hasn't it?
Apart from actually
gathering any evidence,
for that, it's been a complete
and utter fucking waste
of time, hasn't it?
Now I suggest you
drop whatever vendetta
it is you have
against these shits
and get back to making arrests.
- Yes, sir.
- You're off the case.
[Taylor scoffs]
Detective Taylor.
They'll come unstuck in the end.
People like that always do.
[dramatic music]
[Taylor sighing]
[Taylor grunting]
- So basically, you and the
boys can go back to work now.
The top brass, they're scared
of making a wrongful
arrest and getting upheld.
They've got pensions and
promotions to keep safe.
[dramatic music continues]
[water splashing]
- It's been nice, you having
all this time off from work.
- Yeah, time off's nice.
Money's nicer though.
- Money isn't everything.
- Easy for you to say,
your parents are loaded.
- They're not that rich.
- Sorry, which one of the tax
havens are they staying in?
- Switzerland.
It's a skiing holiday.
- Yeah, a three
month skiing holiday.
Two weeks, that's all I need.
- Yeah, if you
work for yourself,
you can have all the
time off you need.
- Don't start this again.
- [Woman] Yeah, but you're
the one who makes the stuff.
- Look, we're a team, all right.
I neither need nor want
to strike out on my own.
As long as we're all together
and they watch my back,
nothing bad's gonna happen.
Strength in numbers.
- Okay.
- Don't worry,
I'll keep you in the lifestyle
you're accustomed to.
Which reminds me,
I do need to go
to the pharmacy
before it closes.
But let's have a
proper drink first.
[tense music]
- [Allen] Taylor, this
is a friendly reminder
to stay away from those guys.
I don't want you pursuing
any kind of personal
investigation.
- [Prisoner] After being
told to leave it alone,
Charlie had to make a decision.
Now he wasn't able
to legally watch them
and he was getting
more and more concerned
as time was running out.
And now he wasn't the only
person looking for them.
- Who the fuck are you?
- I need some information.
- And?
- I need to know how to
find some of your clients.
- Client information
is strictly-
- Before you waste
anymore breath,
'cause you're gonna
need that later,
let me start by
telling you this.
You're gonna tell me
what I need to know.
The only thing
that's open to change
is how many of your bones I'm
gonna snap before you tell me.
Now, how do I find
the Essex Boys?
- Look-
[both grunting]
- Where do I find
the Essex Boys?
Huh?
[tense music continues]
[tires screeching]
[engine revving]
- Nah, I don't like it, he
should've been back by now.
- Probably gone somewhere else
because they didn't
have what he wanted.
Or he stopped for a drink, or
he shat himself and stopped
and burned his underwear.
- He might have been picked up?
- Nah, he hasn't been picked up.
Taylor's not stupid
enough to take one of us
in after the shit
we got him into.
- Yeah, but he's got
all that stuff on him.
- All that stuff that he
legally bought from the chemist?
What they gonna do to
him exactly with that?
- He's just a little late.
- Jon, try his mobile.
- Try it again.
Come on, Chalky!
- Pick up, pick up.
[phone vibrating]
[Chalky whimpering]
- Bruv, it's just ringing out.
- Fuck's sake!
[phone vibrating]
- Ah-ah.
- Please tell me that's him.
That's gotta be him.
- Cassie. Cass?
- Hey, is Chalky with you?
- No, he's not.
Why do you ask?
- Well, his car's parked
with the keys in it.
- Oh, fuck off.
Something's not right.
I think he's in trouble.
- Bollocks!
- No need to panic.
Can we track his mobile?
- Yes, we can.
We can use that
"find my phone" app.
- Yes, come on, get on it.
- Right.
- What's it saying?
- Well according to this,
he's at Chantelle's.
It means he's not
moving, let's go.
- Let's go, let's go.
[Chalky breathing heavily]
- So you're the chemist?
You must be quite
valuable to these boys.
I can't imagine they can
make your stuff like you do.
- I don't know what
you're talking about, man.
- Of course, you don't.
- [Chalky] You've got
the wrong guy, all right.
- Well, we'll see, won't we?
Does the name Nicholson
mean anything to you?
- I can't say that it does.
- It just so happens
to be the name
of a lady I know called Reggie
who disappeared last week
with some of her
business associates.
- Look, man, I didn't know.
- And it happens
to be my name too.
She was my sister, and
now I'm gonna ask you
what you and your friends
have done with her
and where she is now?
- [Chalky] I don't
know anything, man.
I don't know anything.
[crying] Oh, fuck.
What are you doing?
What the fuck?
[Chalky yelling]
- It's like you're
drowning, isn't it?
Your brain genuinely feels
like you're actually drowning.
[Chalky groaning]
Yeah, really get
the blood pumping.
Sorry, I can't hear
you anymore, what?
- Look, I'll tell you all right.
So tell me about
me about Reggie.
- Look, man, look.
She wanted to cut into
our trade, all right.
She asked us to lay down,
she invited us to the club-
- And?
- They killed her, man.
- You killed her?
- No, it wasn't me, all right.
It was them, Neil mostly.
I was on the dance floor, man.
I've got witnesses.
- Where is she?
- What, the witnesses?
- My sister!
Where did you bury her?
- Look, man, she's not
exactly buried, okay.
She's more like ash.
- What did you do to her?
- Look, all right.
Mike said that we had to
dispose of the bodies.
You know, we had
to cover our tracks
or there'll be a murder
charge against all of us.
- So what did you do?
- We,
we put her in the furnace
and burned her to a crisp.
I'm sorry. [crying]
No, no please.
I'll cook for you, I'll make
you a lot of money real quick.
- Yeah, but it's not all
about money, is it son?
- Chantelle!
- Some things run
a little deeper.
[Chalky yelling]
[tense music]
[Chalky screaming]
But not as deep as this pool.
[tense music continues]
- Oh shit.
Fuck, fuck!
- Come on, get
Mike, we gotta go.
- We need to get
him out of there.
- What difference
is it gonna do?
He's dead.
- What if it was me in there?
- Listen, you're my
brother, he's not.
We've gotta go.
Come on.
Come on!
- Sorry, Chalky.
[dramatic orchestral music]
- 20 fucking years old.
Fucking fuck!
You fucking stupid
bunch of cunts!
I'll fucking kill 'em!
Who the fuck would do that?
- Must have been Taylor.
- No, I don't think
he's got the bollocks.
- Bollocks Mike!
- The pigs were like
this 20 years ago
and they're like it today.
Yeah, they got their
public smiley face,
but ultimately, they're
a firm like no other.
- Nah, the police these
days ain't like that.
- We made him look like a
cunt and now he's trying
to get his own back.
- But they don't take
it fucking personal.
This is somebody else.
This is someone
we've pissed off.
- Well, we're gonna
fucking find out who it is.
- Yeah, we will.
Come on, let's get
back to the club.
- Are you fucking mad?
We're going back and we're
fucking tooling up now.
- Jon, we've got tonight's
fucking stash in the car.
If we don't get that
back to the girls,
then they don't make
any fucking sales.
If we don't make any sales, we
don't make any fucking money.
Yeah?
We don't make any
money, we're fucked.
- You're right.
We need to make as much
money as possible now
until we can sort something out.
- Sort out fucking what, Neil?
Until fucking what, Neil?
- Until we find another chemist.
- Oh, come on, man.
- Until we find someone
to replace Chalky.
- Fuck me.
Let's not talk about
fucking replacing him.
- All right, I'm sorry, okay.
I'm sorry, okay.
I'm sorry.
He's a fucking cog in
a supply chain, yeah.
And someone's broken
that fucking cog
and we need to replace it.
If we don't make any product,
we don't make any money.
Yeah?
- Fucking hell.
- Unless you can cook.
Can you cook?
- No.
- I mean proper cook,
like Chalky could cook.
Like really fucking good shit
that got you really high.
I can't fucking cook.
Can you cook, Neil?
- Can't even make beans
on toast, you know that.
- Can't even make
fucking beans on toast.
All right, so listen, this
is what I suggest that we do.
I say we sell
everything we got left
and then we find
ourselves a new chef.
Yeah, yeah!
Come here.
[tense music]
- [Prisoner] The boys
made one last drop
of all they had left to
the club girls to shift
and net as much
cash as they could.
They had the feeling that
getting away was starting
to become a priority,
but Taylor still
had their passports
and new ones would cost.
- Is that who I think it is?
- Jason "Chalky" Chalk.
Otherwise known as the chemist.
Possibly-
- Yeah, all right, Columbo.
A simple confirmation of
his name would suffice.
We already know his back story.
- [Man] Suit yourself.
[police radio chattering]
[tense music]
[phone beeps]
[tense music continues]
- It's gotta to be the copper.
- It could be one of
a number of people.
God knows how many cunts we've
pissed off making this stuff.
Fuck, I bet there's people
who've even seen their
businesses fucked,
all their profits gone
straight out the window.
- Either way, someone's
coming for us.
- I fucking hope so!
[tense music continues]
[door knocking]
- You gotta be fucking
kidding me, don't you.
Come on in.
Mike, your girlfriend's
here, mate.
- What the fuck do you want?
- Maybe he wants
another CPS complaint.
- Or a bullet in the brain!
- Maybe I wanna catch whoever
took your mate, Chalky.
- Don't you fucking say his name
like he means something to you.
A week ago, you'd
have strung him up
on whatever charge
you could invent.
- A week ago you boys were
the most dangerous thing
in this town.
Now, he is.
You recognize him?
- No.
Who is he? Give us a name.
- We don't know.
I was hoping his face
might trigger a memory
with one of you.
I wasn't about to give
you a name and address.
I wouldn't be here if I
fucking knew it, would I?
- Don't get fucking
smart with me, pig!
- Neil!
- What?
These cunts just happens
to be the lesser of evils.
- Aye.
- Oh, you tell me then.
What have we all
suddenly got in common?
- We all wanna get
rid of this guy.
Then we can get you
back to peddling drugs
whilst I wait for you
to inevitably fuck
up at some stage.
For now, you may be a target
and I can get you
police protection.
- Fuck that, might as well
paint a fucking target
on our backs.
- Sorry, no.
- Okay, I'll get
your passports back.
- What?
- You heard.
I'll get your passports back
and I'll let you split the
country tomorrow night.
Lay low till it all blows
over or until we catch him.
- Why?
- Because I don't need
another dead body.
And I don't need
your three corpses,
especially as you
filled in CPC report
about a week ago.
That's not gonna look
very good, is it?
- So you'll help us
get our passports back?
- Yes.
- Tomorrow?
- Book some flights and
I'll be back at eight p.m.
Don't let anyone
know you're leaving.
I'll set this place up as
bait so we can catch him.
- Fine.
- Why are we trusting this cunt?
- You could've at least
waited till I left.
[door clicking]
- Why are we trusting this cunt?
[all shouting]
- So the police helped
them skip the country?
- Are you gonna let me tell you?
Or are you gonna make the
whole thing up yourself?
- Sorry, sorry.
[tense music]
- The boys reluctantly agreed
to Charlie's plan, and
after trashing their flat
and burning anything
that could get them
into more trouble later,
they packed lightly
for a long trip away.
DI Taylor was helping
them skip the country
and whilst they didn't
really understand why,
they didn't care, as long
as they had a way out
at this point.
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The police never helped anyone.
It's just people doing
what people think
is the best thing to do.
Organizations are just
something they put
on the letterhead of paper.
- Charlie was a detective.
- Nah.
Charlie was a great
deal of things.
[tense music continues]
Consider for a moment
what actually
happened back in 1995.
The truth is that
only six people really
know what happened.
Three of them are dead,
two did the shooting,
which left just one man
that saw it all happen,
Ronnie Walsh.
For some reason that no one
but Ronnie Walsh can answer,
they let him go.
Why?
He was surely a witness
to the whole thing.
That's bothered me every
day from that day to this.
And I'm not a detective
or a journalist,
but when things don't add up,
it usually means you're
missing a very important piece
to the puzzle.
[gun firing]
- Don't you fucking-
[gun firing]
Come on then.
[gun firing]
- Fuck!
[gun firing]
[tense music continues]
- Why have we stopped here?
- Relax, I can't drop you
at the front of the airport
just before you clowns
decide to skip the country.
- How's that gonna look
to anyone on my side?
- Right, so what now then?
- [Taylor] You can walk
to the airport from here.
It won't take you long,
just follow the road around
to the foont entrance.
- Sorry, the foont entrance?
- Yeah.
Now come on, I've done my bit.
Tell me what happened
to Reggie Nicholson
and Dexter Farraday.
- How fucking far is it?
- Look Mike, we had a deal?
I'm not gonna drive this
far and back out now.
I've done my bit, you do yours.
- There's no bodies.
- What, you killed them?
- Yes.
What were we supposed
to fucking do?
It was them or us.
- I've no complaints, two
less drug dealers in my town
is no problem at all.
But I do not need two
bodies cropping up.
- They won't.
- We incinerated them.
There's no trace.
- Their phones and
their personal effects
got ditched and all.
- Is that it?
- It was them or us, what
more do you fucking want?
- I wanna know why?
- Why?
Fuck why.
- Those cunts were gonna do us,
so we made a pre-emptive
strike on them.
What's the big fucking deal!
Essex is no stranger to a
few cunts getting killed
and no one left to
explain everything.
- History repeating
itself, was it?
- Huh?
- You what?
[tense music continues]
[gun firing]
- Fuck, fuck!
- Neil!
- What the fuck are
you doing, you cunt?
Fucking hell!
[gun firing]
Fuck!
Neil!
- What the fuck are
you doing, you cunt?
You cunt, we had a fucking deal!
- People don't make deals
with the Walsh family.
Your father had a
deal to take three men
to a field for a drugs deal.
He watched three people
be killed in cold blood
and the killers just let him be.
- That was 20 fucking years ago.
- Two people went to
jail that your shit can
of a father could've stopped.
But I think he had a
deal with somebody else.
- You fucking killed
my fucking brother!
- [Taylor] Shut up and
be a man for fuck's sake!
- [Mike] So what do we
do now, you fucking cunt?
- I've come to settle the bill.
A debt's gotta be paid.
And I think these numbers
work out perfectly.
- Fuck me, it's the fucking
cunt that killed Chalky!
- [Jon] Shit, get the fuck out!
- [laughing] You,
you blond cunt!
Who the fuck are you?
I don't even fucking know you!
Fucking go on then! [laughing]
Fucking burn me,
you soppy bollocks!
Wave to the cunt.
Wave to him. [laughing]
[both shouting indistinctly]
[tense music]
[both sobbing]
[explosion booming]
[tense music]
- How do you know all this?
- George!
We're finished here.
Nice meeting you,
Mr. Journalist.
[door clicking]
- Tell your old
man I said hello.
- [Prisoner] Some things you see
when you're young get
burned into your memory.
They mold you into the
person you will become.
You don't even
realize it's happened.
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