Fall To The Top (2025) Movie Script
1
[logo chimes]
[logo buzzes]
[logo blares]
[upbeat electronic music]
Let's go
Don't call me brother,
Don't call me G
'Cause I don't know you
and you don't know me
Don't get all familiar now,
We're not family
We didn't come
from the same seed
See, I'm calm with it
I don't rush for no one
I take my time
Pick my spot, calculated
I'll rise from the bottom
and fall to the top
Trust no one [indistinct]
Man, I've had
enough of snakes
- Alright mate?
You ain't got a couple
of grams on you, have ya?
Fall to the top
- I'm not stood here
for the scenery, am I?
You got the cash on you?
150 green.
- No need to be a prick, mate.
I'll fall to the top
- I'm gonna own these
streets one day, yeah?
Watch your mouth and
show some respect.
Now give me the
money and fuck off.
Fall to the top
Prick!
I trust in me,
and I know that
When it comes down
to the nitty gritty
[upbeat electronic music]
[indistinct chatter]
[upbeat electronic
music continues]
[music continues in background]
How're ya?
- I'm good.
You?
- Better for talking to you
- Is that your game, hey?
Well, have ya any Irish in ya?
- Why?
- Do you want some?
[Kiera chuckles]
- You're very upfront,
aren't you?
- I'm a direct kinda guy
- Hmm, that right?
- That's right.
[upbeat electronic
music continues]
Did you see the
stunner I pulled?
- Yeah man, fair play to ya.
- You not chasing her, mate?
- She'll come running.
- Fucking cocky cunt.
[Mickey laughs]
- I'm Irish,
she can't fucking resist.
- Get the drinks up, mate.
- Yeah, shots, man.
- Can we get some shots, mate?
- Three shotties for my hotties.
- Cheers, mate.
- Cheers.
- Good luck.
- Cheers.
- Slinte
- Fancy something stronger?
- What do you mean?
- Cheeky sniff, mate?
- You got some?
- Nah.
You see that big fella over
there with the entourage?
[Mickey] Maybe later.
Hey!
Sure you don't wanna
stay at mine?
- Easy, tiger.
Let's grab a coffee sometime.
- Strike your number in there.
I'll give you a call, yeah?
- [laughs] Oh my God!
[girls laugh]
- Someone's had a good night.
- He's dead nice.
- Oh, pass me the sick bucket.
[music ends]
- How's things, man?
- Good. Yeah.
- Do you work here?
- In a way.
- You don't sound sure.
- Something you want?
- Whoa, man.
I'm taking the piss.
Chill out, big man.
- I offer certain
services around here.
- Oh, Jesus.
I'm flattered, but I don't
swing that fucking way.
- You're a cocky one.
- I'm stood up a wall
for a fucking reason.
- I sell drugs,
uppers, downers,
anything you need.
- Well, that makes more sense.
Do they sell well?
- I'm the main street
distributor around here.
- Sounds very gangster.
How much is a bag of coke?
- 80.
If you ever want any work,
you hit me up.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- All right, man, appreciate it.
[Mickey groans]
[upbeat electronic music]
[phone ringing]
[Mickey groans]
[sighs]
I'm sick of this.
[clears throat]
[water running]
[sighs]
[exhales deeply]
- Oi!
You've got work to do.
Get up, you lazy little fucker!
- Oh! Sorry, boss.
- Thank you.
- Sorry.
[sighs]
- Fuck this shit.
- Come on, you two.
- Put that game...
- Five more minutes, dad.
- No.
No more.
[girl laughing]
Get that on.
Get ready.
We're going to be late.
Not being late again.
Come on.
[blows landing]
- You sitting comfortably?
- Let me go, please.
- Yeah, sure.
Off you pop.
[screams]
Fucking hell!
Fuck!
[growling]
[breathing hard]
Fuck! Fuck!
- Go.
No? Then you remain.
- Guy, what have you done?
- It's one of yours, isn't it?
- Yes, boss.
- Such a shame.
you're normally such a good
judge of character, Kenny.
- He's a good man.
Tell me his crime.
- His crime?
This little rat has been
selling to my competitor.
The only problem I've got
is I don't have competitors.
Just people I
haven't killed yet.
- Guy, please tell
me that's not so.
[Guy grunting]
- I was forced into it
by the Honey badger.
He was gonna...
he was gonna kill me.
[guy groaning]
- Fear.
Fear is a primal instinct.
Shows me in the
heat of the moment
the kind of man you are.
But in this moment, you forgot
about the bigger animal.
Me!
- Look!
I've learned my lesson!
- I'll tell you what.
You can walk out of here.
I'll let you live.
[groaning]
Thank, thank, thank you, boss.
[groaning]
[screaming]
Fuck! Fuck!
[groaning]
[screaming]
- Good boy.
You ever fuck with me again
and I'll fucking kill you?
Put that head in
the fucking bag.
[Kenny breathing heavily]
[gentle music]
- You look gorgeous.
- You look good yourself.
[Mickey scoffs]
- I always do.
[Kiera scoffs]
- So humble too, I see.
Wanting more than this
So,
what do you do for a job?
- I'm a labourer.
You?
- I'm studying to be a lawyer.
- That's going to be the
fanciest way to say unemployed.
So I've heard.
So give me some room
- Well, when you're injured
at work, I'll represent you.
It's only for now.
I'll get a better job.
there's a lot more to
me than meets the eye
- Is that right?
I'm so tired of wanting
- I kind of like
what meets the eye.
Wanting more than this
I know it, but
what am I to do?
I need some space to breathe
so give me some room
Hey, you.
- Morning, gorgeous.
- How did you sleep?
- Like a baby.
You
- Apart from the battery in your
smoke alarm chirping every 30s.
- I'll make it one day and I'll
take you away from all this.
- Is that right?
I'd settle for a new battery
in the alarm at this point.
You'll see.
And I'll give you the
world when that happens.
- I'll hold you to that.
[car engine rumbling]
[tense music]
[doors closing]
- This the guy?
I've heard he's a
vicious little cunt
- You don't last this long in
this game by being a pushover.
Let's get in.
Get him fucked over.
Remind him who's in
charge around here.
[tense music continues]
- What the fuck,
what the fuck has he done?
[muttering]
What the fuck have you done?
Fuck! Fuck!
Oh! Oh!
[grunting]
- I want a word with you.
- Oh.
[laughing]
- The clock ticks,
the days pass,
but nobody ever questions
where they all go.
- What?
- I do.
I question everything.
I see things no
one else can see.
[laughing]
- I'm not here to play games
- The mind is gone.
Head is not.
I see no body.
No more tick tock.
- Time for answers.
- Come and get them.
Come on, you, huh?
[Honey badger laughs]
You're big boys, aren't you?
Huh? Huh?
Come on, let's have
a little bit of fun.
Huh? You're fucking
big boy, aren't you?
Oh! You fucker!
[combatants grunting]
Now you, you fucker.
Get down!
You bald, bearded bastard!
[laughing]
You fucker.
Huh?
[tense music continues]
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Youse two again.
[chuckling]
[tense music]
[clock ticking]
Motherfucker.
Oh, it's you again.
Huh?
Oh, bending down.
You only ever call
me the Honey badger.
I really don't give a fuck.
And you!
You're fucking mental.
[Honey badger screams]
Fuck you!
Fuck that.
[Honey badger screams]
Do you really think you
can steal one of my guys
and turn him?
You little fuck!
- Oh, so what did you do, hey?
It's a wonder your cock
wasn't in his fucking gob
when you cut it off.
- Fucking deal with him.
- I dare you.
- I'm gonna fucking enjoy this.
- Are ya?
[screaming]
You're fucking next!
[screaming]
[Honey badger laughing]
[Honey badger muttering]
[tense music]
- We'll see, you little bitch.
[Honey badger groaning]
[tense music continues]
- Shall we?
- Do it.
[eerie music]
- Now look what time it is, boy.
Oh, it's finished for you.
[groaning]
That's what we do to rats.
What you gonna say now, hey?
Oh, you've fucked it now.
- Not Johnny Big bollocks
now, are you, kid?
[Honey badger groaning]
[eerie music continues]
[indistinct]
little bitch.
[sombre music]
[fire crackling]
[sombre music continues]
- Oh, fuck.
You need to get here now.
[groaning]
[tense music]
[indistinct chatter]
- Same time next month.
[tense music continues]
- Can we get ice cream?
- Of course we can,
yeah, of course we can.
Get whatever you want.
Whatever you want.
[keys tapping]
[message chimes]
[dub music]
[light rock music]
[electronic dance music]
- I paid for a fucking dance,
I want a dance.
- You're off your head.
- No. I'm sorry.
- I'm what?
- What exactly is
the problem here?
- Him, he's off his head,
trying to sniff coke
off me arse all the time.
- Why are you
bothering me with this?
Stop fucking about.
Let him you snort
coke off your arse.
I assume you bought
the coke here?
- I brought me own shit.
- I must strongly insist you
buy my cocaine from my club.
- What sort of deal do I get?
- A word of advice for you.
Don't get it on their
arseholes, yeah?
Gets them crazy high.
Trust me on that one.
- [indistinct] good lad.
- Get them to the bar.
Sort them out a drink
Get them set up
with Kenny, yeah?
- Come on.
[electronic dance music]
- Have a good night, boys.
- Want a drink?
- You really need to
watch your phrasing.
But go on.
- You want something stronger?
- You got something
that'll make me rich?
- I got something
that'll make you money.
I've got a space
that's just opened up.
- I'm listening.
- I work for Luther,
he's a very dangerous
powerful man,
known for being a psychopath
at the drop of a hat.
He's not to be messed with,
not to be challenged.
He's reliable as a boss.
Pays out, keeps his boys safe.
Unless they cross him.
- Is that the guy I've
seen in the VIP area?
- Yeah, it's his club,
his empire, his world.
- He don't, he don't
look that big, you know,
I bet, I bet someone
could take him down.
- His size isn't
the scariest part.
Just fly right and
you'll be fine.
[Mickey scoffs]
- Wanna introduce me to him?
- No.
You don't get that privilege.
You work for me.
I'm top of the chain,
I'm as far as you ever get.
- How much are you talking?
- We'll see what you sell,
then we'll talk.
I got a feeling that mouth
could come in handy
- I see you're back to
talking dirty again.
- We'll see,
once you're on the street,
how long you last with that wit.
Meet me at mine,
10 a.m. tomorrow
I'll fire you my address.
[electronic dance
music continues]
- Thank you.
[groaning]
[gentle music]
Want a drink?
- Yeah, I'll have a coffee,
milk 4 sugars
- Might as well throw a
spoonful of cocaine in there.
Fucking four sugars?
Paul, do you want a drink?
- Sparkling water.
- Right.
This is Paul,
Paul's been with me for years,
He's got a great street rep.
He's off the cop's radar.
Delivers on time.
Plus, he makes a banging
vegan cheesecake.
You all right, fella?
- Yeah, I'm good.
So you're covering Guy?
Guy won't be back,
he's moved on.
- Where is he, then?
- Just got sloppy,
so we moved him along.
- [scoffs] This is
a lot of cocaine.
- Average 100 K a
week on my watch.
You get 2% of what you sell.
2%?
Sure we run all
the fucking risk.
- You don't import it.
You don't cultivate it.
You don't pay off
the police force.
You don't fork the
money up front.
You stand on the corner,
you sell to anyone that asks.
You take the lower pay,
you got the easy part,
or you leave here now,
and any word I hear back of
your name and this operation
I'll send the boys to end you.
Pick one!
- Are you sure about this guy?
- I'm in, man, I'm in.
Just run me through
the operation.
- You get down there Mondays,
he gives us five kilos.
We sell it.
Anything we don't sell
is weighed against
the money we've made.
Anything goes missing, we die.
Capisce ?
- Thanks, Paul.
Yeah, pretty spot on, really.
I'll team you up with Paul,
he'll do one street
you do the adjacent
and he'll tie up
end of the night.
- Tonight?
- Got a problem with that?
- Uh, no, that's fine.
You don't have a carrier
bag on you, do you?
- I'll get you one.
[tense music]
- Why do you look like you
just ransacked Sports Direct?
- I'm staying hidden.
- Yeah, the police won't find
that suspicious, will they?
Fucking hell.
Especially with your
clients running away.
Take it off, you muppet.
You look like a right knobhead.
Actually, you better
put it back on mate.
Know what I mean?
Ugly cunt.
[Kenny laughs]
Over there.
[blows landing]
- Boss.
Doing well ain't we?
As well as I'd like.
- So when we gonna
take over the next town?
- You're eager, ain't ya?
That's why I like you,
you're confident
- Stop it you soft cunt,
you'll make me cry.
[Luther scoffs]
- You've been with me
since the start, Luke.
I'll always look after you.
I want you to take
the next territory.
Make it your own.
They've got a shipment
coming in next week,
it'll be really easy to steal.
Whilst you're there,
send them a message for me.
- I'll hold you to that.
You're getting too old for all
this shit is what I'm hearing.
[Luther laughs]
Maybe I am just
getting a bit softer.
- Are you done here?
- Yeah, let's get him down.
[chains rattling]
[bag thuds]
[tense music continues]
- Won't be doing
that again, will he?
- No, he's fucking dead.
[engine starts and revs]
- Where've you been?
- Evening to you too.
- Where have you been?
- Out.
- You haven't answered my texts.
Where have you been?
- I said I was out.
What's the fucking problem?
- You're being a dick.
You haven't been
at work all week.
You're out all night.
Your attitude is atrocious.
What is wrong with you?
- None of your fucking business
is what's wrong with me.
The money's coming in.
You're getting looked after.
The rest is fuck
all to do with you.
So stay out of my fucking face.
[Mickey sighs]
[suspenseful music]
[combatants grunting]
[door creaks]
[suspenseful music continues]
[suspenseful music continues]
[gunshot]
[body thuds]
[gunshots]
[gunshots]
[suspenseful music continues]
[gunshot]
[combatants grunting]
[gunshots]
[gunshots]
[rapid gunfire]
[man groans]
[gunshots]
[man groans]
- Fuck off.
[suspenseful music continues]
[man grunting]
- Get that box.
[man grunting]
Where's Little Joe?
Where's Little Joe?
- Fuck you!
Fuck you!
[grunting]
Where's Little Joe?
[gasping]
Fucking pussy.
[eerie music]
[combatants grunting]
[gunshots]
[tense music]
[gunshot]
[man groans]
[gunshot]
[tense music continues]
This is my area now.
All your men are dead.
You have a choice.
Leave now or die where you sit.
- This vicious circle
will never end.
The older generation
sits complacent.
The anger simmers.
The wisdom provides.
If they're lucky,
they get to retire
to a villa in the sun
with a set of eyes
on their back.
The youth, full of anger,
rise up and rebel,
attack the existing structure
with aggression and naivety.
Some die.
Some succeed.
No one truly escapes.
The circle repeats.
Generation to generation.
Death and honour.
Life and horror.
- Stop talking in riddles
before I blow a hole in you.
No, no.
[tense music continues]
- Listen up, the lot of ya.
Our boy here, Luke,
has taken over the north side.
It's a powerful
South Side leader.
Some of you will be
leaving my employ
to go to a new,
dangerous environment.
Not all of you are
going to survive.
But whilst I want
you to remember
that Luke is my right-hand man.
He commands and
demands your respect.
Remember who's top
dog around here.
It's me.
And in the ways of our land,
I must now fight Big Joe for
control of the North Side.
- I knew I should have
shot that little shit.
- These are our ways,
consider this a gift from me.
For you guys, what I will say.
We will not run.
We will not surrender.
We are the south side.
[people cheering]
[All] Yes!
[tense music]
- All right boss?
[sucks teeth]
Prick.
- Watch your fucking mouth.
[upbeat music]
[people chatting indistinctly]
[people cheering]
[Man] Come on!
[upbeat music continues]
- Fuck him up.
- Come on!
Let's have it, Luther!
- We always knew
this day would come.
I thought it had been here
sooner than this, though.
- You're getting old, Joe.
I suggest you walk away.
- I'm still strong.
Strong mind, strong body.
- You've been offered an out.
Take it.
- I see Mason in you.
You wouldn't let him walk away.
I didn't like what your boy did.
And he's not going to get
off lightly for what he did.
Either I'm going to kill you,
or you're going to kill me.
Little Joe dug two graves.
- You better hope they're big
enough for the pair of ya.
- Enough talk.
[Luther coughing]
- He's gone.
This is all you can hope for.
[Luther coughing]
Is there a better
challenger than this
Oh, you fuck!
[blows landing]
[combatants grunting]
[people cheering]
- Yes!
[people shouting indistinctly]
[Man] Hit him!
- Yes! Go on!
- Come on!
[people shouting indistinctly]
[Big Joe grunting]
[people shouting indistinctly]
If a man like you can beat me,
I'm better off dead.
Just fucking do it.
[foot stomping]
[skull squelching]
[sombre music]
- I've got a message
from little Joe for you.
[gunshots]
- I'm sick of this.
[Kenny] What are
you on about, man?
- I make the money,
you give it to the boss.
We take all the risk.
We got the police on our back.
And for what?
For what?
- Don't rock the boat.
You don't want to end
up six feet under.
- Nah, I want to be on top.
I want to be feared.
I want to be king
in a fucking castle.
Can't stand this anymore, man.
Can't stand working for a
mug and taking all the risk.
Why don't you want more
from this fucking life?
How are you happy
being so insignificant?
He's just took over
a new territory,
and now's our
chance to get more.
Right here, right now.
- That mug is called Luther.
He'll slit your throat as
quick as he let you breathe.
I've seen him repeatedly
punched a guy in the face
till it was caved
to a bloody mess.
He's not one to be messed with.
And don't forget who
you're reporting to, me.
So don't do anything stupid
or I'll have you put down.
- Get your money and get out.
- Don't ever forget
your place, boy.
[Mickey coughing]
- You got this, baby.
- I have to.
Sick of living like this.
I'm worth more.
This life owes me more.
- Do you think he knows about
you nicking from the profits?
- Are you fucking stupid?
They're all clueless.
I'm going to take
this fucking city.
[sniffing]
[tense music]
- You got some balls meeting me,
I should kill you on the spot.
- Given your current position
I think you need
me more than ever.
- Who the fuck are you?
Some low-level
soldier of Luther's.
- I'm the guy who's
gonna run this now.
Don't you forget that.
[tense music continues]
Look out big man.
How are you going to do that?
- Listen, I have
a plan in motion.
All you need to know
is when I give the nod,
meet me at the club.
We get Luther alone and we
end that big, useless cunt
once and for all.
- Why shouldn't I just
do that on my own?
- Because you'll be
seen a fucking mile off,
I'm the inside man.
Once this is all over,
you'll answer to me.
[Little Joe laughs]
- That will never happen.
I'd sooner kill you on the
spot and answer to you.
- Well then...
we share the territories,
split the profit.
And run the shit together.
- I'll tell you what.
If you can make that happen,
I'll hold you to it.
but what you're trying to
achieve is a suicide mission.
- That's my problem,
not yours.
[tense music continues]
[Little Joe sighs]
- We'll both have problems
if Luther catches wind of it.
- I'm no fool.
Leave that big egit to me.
- Kill you!
I'll fucking kill you!
Fucking cunt!
[gentle music]
Do you think I enjoy this, Paul?
I do not like
getting my hands dirty.
You, sir,
you, sir, are a maggot
feeding on my fucking steak.
You myther around my head.
Let me tell you, son.
I'm the spider,
I constrict, and I'lI bind,
and I'll eat you a fucking live,
Pick up what's
left of your face,
and get the fuck out of my club!
I'll cut you up for my
own fucking amusement.
Come on.
[gentle music continues]
[Paul groaning]
- I think I'm gonna
be sick, who was that?
- I caught one of
the operatives
cutting washing powder
into the product.
Paul.
- It's gonna take more than
a quick wash to fix that
[Luther chuckles]
- Ha, ha, ha!
Brings me on to you, Kenny.
- I dropped the money yesterday.
- Very aware what
you've been bringing.
Three months in a row short.
A little fucking Irish fella.
- That was Mickey.
- Get in your fucking car
and get him here now!
[gentle music continues]
[objects clanging]
[door closes]
- What the fuck did you do?
- What are you on about, man?
- Don't fuck with me.
- Fine.
I've been skimming the top.
Little extra powder on the side.
Little extra profit
in my pocket.
- Dumb fucker.
- No, you're the dumb one here.
Wake up, man.
Facts are facts.
He's going to kill us both now.
So let's take the chance.
He wants us in.
Let's give him what he wants.
Let's do him over,
take the throne and become
who we're meant to be.
- I can't believe this.
You absolute mug!
- This is our time.
You're lucky I'm
even involving you.
[upbeat music]
- Kenny boy, boss wants a word.
What have you fucked
up this time, boy?
- It's all a misunderstanding.
We'll get this sorted.
- He's in a foul mood.
Who's the little fella?
- Who are you calling little?
Ya cunt.
- Watch your mouth and know
your place around here, boy.
- Or what?
- Oh, you fucked
up now, you cunt!
[combatants grunting]
[upbeat music continues]
[Mickey] Let's go see the boss
[Kenny] What was Little Joe
doing here?
[Mickey] Damage control.
I wanted a clean house.
- Your name
is of no consequence to me.
All I want to know
is where the fuck is my money?
[Mickey chuckles]
- My money.
- Such a small man.
You've got a very,
very large ego.
Answer this for me, boy,
you got a death wish?
- No.
I'm not dying today
or for a very long time
that I can guarantee.
- Come in here
and steal from me.
Expect to walk away?
- I'll be dancing on your grave
long before you mine.
For a tough guy, you're not
overly bright, are you?
How would you beat
poor old Paul to a pulp
for cutting the gear
with washing powder?
- So, you know, I don't
take this kind of thing
very lightly at all,
[Mickey laughs]
Pray, tell, what's so funny.
- Kenny collects the product,
then hands out to
his foot soldiers.
But you know what?
He's not even the
fucking fastest at that.
He's normally too high to care.
I've been swapping
Paul's product
and skimming the extras now.
What do you think
of that, big man?
- You little fucker!
[heavy rock music]
[combatants grunting]
[bones crunching]
[flesh squelching]
[Luther screams]
[screams]
[sobbing]
[heavy rock music continues]
[Luther breathing heavily]
- Fucking cunt.
[gunshot]
- Get the fuck out of my throne.
[body thuds]
You're my bitches now.
Got a problem with it?
[laughs]
Right. I've assembled
you all here today
to discuss the future.
[tense music]
Me.
I am the future.
So that means I run the
north and south side.
If anybody in this room has
an issue on that front,
speak up now.
- It doesn't work like that,
you're a nobody
[gunshot]
- Anybody else in the room
want to call me a nobody?
- You can't do that.
[gunshot]
- Business as usual, lads.
All report back to me.
Now fuck off.
[tense music continues]
[engine rumbling]
[gentle music]
- All right boss?
What did you call me here for?
- Was you followed?
- With how I drive?
You kidding?
- I know you're
a fucking lunatic,
I'll give you that.
Now, Luther,
answer me a question.
- Yeah, of course.
- You want it all, right?
- Who doesn't?
- Some more than others.
You, you've been loyal to me.
Plus that I taught
you everything you know.
But this old dog's ready
for his final walk, son.
- What you talking soft for?
You've got plenty of
life left in you yet.
- Luther.
I'm not sure you're aware,
but this city
is a raptor pit of death
and despair, mate.
Where the weak
get pushed to the kerb,
forced into mechanisms
that take away
from the reality of existence.
We are harbingers of death.
It's people like you and me that
facilitate the slow wind down,
the city breathes in a laboured,
debilitated state of vegetation,
And the only way
a boss can leave
is if he's killed
in hand-to-hand combat,
or the city swallows him alive.
The time is now, Luther.
The time is yours.
The new will rise,
the pace will change.
There ain't no time like
the fucking present, son.
And I need my house.
- You think I'm ready?
- I think you're fucking ready.
You're a very capable leader.
Strategy's your game, right?
I mean, I see big things
for you, Luther.
- You keep it up,
you're gonna make me cry.
- You cheeky cunt.
[Luther scoffs]
I need you to kill me.
- You need to tell people I've
killed you
- Stupidly enough, yeah.
- So answer me this.
Where are you going?
- I can't tell you that.
Loose lips sink ships, Luther.
But I'll tell you one thing.
You and all them motherfuckers
will never, ever see me again.
[gentle music continues]
- Then let me take this
opportunity to say thank you.
Thank you for everything
you've done for me.
- It's a pleasure, Luther.
- I really hope you find what
you're looking for out there.
- I've already found it, son.
Give us a hug.
You make sure you look
after the fucking business.
[rain pattering]
[thunder cracks]
[Luther groans]
[Luther grunts]
[thunder cracks]
[rain pattering]
[car engine rumbling]
[door opens]
[tense music]
- Who are you?
- I'm you.
Well, I mean, I aspire.
Word of advice.
- Okay.
I think we should
take the West Side.
- It's too soon.
- No, think about it.
They're going to be coming
for us, given the news.
- So we attack first?
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
Let them attack first,
then we strike hard, fast.
- No, no it's not...
It's not going to happen.
It can't happen.
- You're gonna lose it all.
- I'm not gonna lose anything.
I'm not gonna lose anything.
[tense music continues]
- Are you sure?
- I'm in charge around here.
- If you say so.
[gentle music]
[Mickey sighs]
- Am I invisible to you?
- I'm busy.
You're not fucking helping.
- What gives you the right
to talk to me like that?
- Do you think
I have time for this?
Given the stresses and
responsibilities of this city
all on my shoulders.
- Do you even know
who you are anymore?
- Yeah.
The kingpin of fucking London.
- You're in charge
of north and south,
and you're not qualified.
Your hands are blood-soaked.
You're a good man,
not this low-key monster.
I'm pregnant, Mickey
I need you here.
- No.
You can't be.
Do you know who I am?
I'm no father.
You're not worthy of me.
You're just some
common street whore.
[Mickey groans]
[blow lands]
Now is the time.
Now we move.
Get all your men and attack
the east and west side.
- Are you kidding?
We haven't got the people
or the plan for that.
- You fucking what?
You want a bullet in your head?
- It's suicide.
It's suicide.
- Get out and attack now!
- Bro, he's fucking lost it.
- Bro, he's coked
off his head, fam.
- Bro, he's sending us to war.
Luther was never
this stupid, man.
- Bro, that guy
was violent as fuck.
I once saw him
break a guy's ankle,
literally just
for taking Luther's food.
- No you didn't,
don't chat shit.
- Swear down, bro.
All right, say less.
So you're gonna go to
war with the ops for him?
- [scoffs] For him?
Nah, fam.
I'm gonna go get some food.
- You know what?
I might even join you, fam.
- Let's go.
- Let's go, let's go. Fuck it.
[engine starts]
[suspenseful music]
[gunfire]
- What do you mean
the guys are all dead?
- You've sent us into areas,
they were already prepared.
They were heavily fucking armed.
The guys are dead.
You left us to die.
- We own the territories.
We're not a force
to be messed with.
- What are you on about?
The men are all dead.
They got more numbers than us.
We've lost control.
We've got no men.
- Nah, we can't.
Rebekah,
what the fuck did you do?
You set our strategy.
You said you had the
numbers on the floor.
You set our goals and comms.
We should have walked this.
What the fuck went wrong?
- Who the fuck
are you talking to?
- I'm talking to Rebekah.
- You've lost the fucking plot.
- Get out now!
The fuck is happening to me?
[tense music]
- Fuck!
- I'm slipping into madness.
[Mickey groans]
What the fuck's happening?
[tense music continues]
[suspenseful music]
- I'm gonna move my hand.
Do not make a noise.
[suspenseful music continues]
- Are you going to kill me?
- I'm here for the
jumped-up little shit
that tried to kill me.
- Do you think
I did this to myself?
- Yeah, I did wonder.
- He beat me so badly
I lost my unborn child.
I want him gone.
- It seems we have
a shared goal.
Get yourself dressed.
Meet me downstairs.
You sure this is sugar?
- I don't even know anymore.
He's really lost control.
He's become a complete monster.
- No, he's a fool.
He's a coward.
Where is he?
- No idea.
He's rarely here.
He's at the club a lot.
I think he's lost
his grip on reality.
- He's a dead man.
You can't carry on
living like this.
- I'm no killer.
And when he's gone,
I'm left with nothing.
- We need something diabolical.
I'll see you right
when the job's done.
You know as well as I do.
It's only going to
get worse from here.
He's either going to be him
or it's going to be you.
[Kiera sighs]
- He's having bad
hallucinations.
We could play on that.
- And he still thinks I'm dead?
- Yeah.
- Good, little cunt.
I need you to send
him mad for me.
Push him to the
edge of insanity,
and I'll finish the job for you.
- I'll be in touch.
I want nothing to
do with his death.
- Good.
[stairs creaking]
[phone rings]
Did you inject the LSD?
- I couldn't do it.
[Luther] It's dosed high
so he'll be out for a while.
Go and do it.
Can you meet me?
- Sure.
[Luther] I'll send you
the details of the hotel.
Get here quick.
[heart beating]
[gentle music]
- Hello.
[door creaking]
I'm sorry.
- Help yourself.
- To what?
- Tea, coffee.
Anything you want.
- Anything stronger?
- Whiskey there.
You're my kind of girl.
- Got any Splenda?
- Might have some ice
somewhere over there.
Day man's normally busy
finding the night man.
[gentle music continues]
I don't normally stay
in a place like this.
- I'm picturing dark wood,
supermodels in silk underwear.
- On them or me?
- You don't want that answer
[Luther chuckles]
- Talk about bizarre scenarios.
I just want to deal
with our little friend, Mickey
the Jackal.
- Yeah?
What's his deal?
- Get inside people's heads,
feed them psychotropic drugs,
sends them mad,
and then I'll finish him.
- Why can't you just kill him?
- No.
He took everything from me.
He doesn't deserve to live.
I'm gonna punish him.
And then I'll kill him.
- Can we switch
the conversation?
Yeah.
First.
How did you become
the big bad man.
- Very typical really.
Abusive childhood.
Lack of education.
Had to learn to survive.
Pretty good
at winning people over.
- You?
Winning people over?
[gentle music continues]
- You'd be amazed
at what I can do
- I'm still picturing you
in silk pants.
- You are picturing me, though.
That's half the battle.
- Can't argue with that logic.
[glasses clink]
[tense music]
- Jackal?
Got a job for ya.
Little Irish fella.
Took my drugs,
took my club, took my money.
Damn near took my life.
I need you to do
what you do best.
- Trust me.
Trust me.
[tense music continues]
- You line him up,
I'll knock him down.
- You know me.
[suspenseful music]
- What will it be?
- Is your boss in?
- Um...
Probably.
- Whiskey.
[suspenseful music continues]
[The Jackal clears throat]
- Who are you?
- Officer Jones, C.I.D.
I presume you are
Mickey O'Brian.
- What's this about?
- The previous proprietor.
His body's been found.
And we wondered how you
became the owner of this club.
- Um, I bought it off him
a while back.
He said he was heading abroad.
- Paperwork? Sales?
Handover licensing?
- Uh...
No, not on me.
It's just between lawyers.
- Where were you on the
evening of the 17th of March?
- Uh...
I was at home with my partner.
- Well the death's being treated
as suspicious.
We found stab marks.
Prints are currently at the lab,
but we will find out who did it.
- Look, unless you
have a warrant,
I'm gonna have to ask
you to leave my club.
- I'll be back.
See you around.
[suspenseful music continues]
- I need your help.
Look, I'm sorry.
My life is ending here.
I got the police all over me.
Half my guys are dead
and the other half are fucking
taking me for a fool.
Most importantly, I lost you.
And I'm heading for prison.
Night time
so of course it was dark
I was thinking about what
I'd have tomorrow for lunch
I'm slipping away!
Snail killer
Nothing makes me iller
When my feet hit the ground
And I hear the crunchy sound
I'm a snail killer
Nothing makes me iller
Yeah
[psychotic rock music plays]
Went with my girlfriend
on a trip to France
Couldn't read the menu
So I took a chance
Picked one at random
It was escargot
When I saw my dinner,
I was ready to go
Snail killer
Nothing makes me iller
When my feet hit the ground
And I hear the crunchy sound
I'm a snail killer
Nothing makes me iller
Follow the trail
Could be sacking the snails
Put me in jail
Don't leave me your mail.
Cracking the snails
Put me in jail
Don't release me on bail
Cause my mind's so free
I'm a snail killer
Mowing the lawn
on a sunny day
Suicide snail gets in my way
Shell blows up
all over the place
See I've got snails
on my face
- Mr O'Brien?
You passed out on the street.
You got kidney damage.
and some significant
bleeding of the brain.
You're seriously ill.
- Am I dying?
- We'll have to run some tests.
There's nothing to worry
about at this stage, but...
[Mickey sighs]
I'll be back.
Fuck this place.
[foreboding music]
Open up!
[banging on door]
[suspenseful music]
I can't do this.
It was me.
I've done terrible things.
I've hurt people.
I've caused mass losses
I don't know what's
real and what's not.
Please, God,
show me a sign.
[suspenseful music continues]
[traffic rumbling]
Is Officer Jones about?
- Regarding what mainly?
- Just get him.
- We don't have an Officer Jones
working here.
- There has to be.
He was just at my
club the other day.
Check again. Check again.
- Sir, I've been
here long enough
to know who my officers are.
There isn't and never has
been an Officer Jones.
[Mickey sighs]
- Forget it.
Who is it?
Who's fucking with me?
Who is it?
Is it you?
Oh, Jesus Christ, save me!
[Mickey sobbing]
Are you fucking with me?
- Get away from me!
[Mickey sobbing]
- Who is it?
Who's fucking with me?
[Mickey sobbing]
[tense music]
Who is it?
Ah!
Ah! Who is it?
Is it you?
Are you fucking with me?
- Fuck off, you creep!
Ah! Ah!
[Mickey sobbing]
Ah! Who is it?
Who is it?
Who is it?
- It's me!
- It's not!
I killed you, you're dead!
- Is this real enough for you?
[Mickey screams]
[Mickey gasping]
[gunshot
[tense music]
- Fucking men.
[slow tense music]
Don't call me brother
don't call me G
'Cause I don't know you
and you don't know me
Don't get all familiar now
we're no family
We didn't come
from the same seed
We didn't fall
from the same tree
I don't know your face,
but I know a snake's
I ain't gotta check ID
when you and your ones
in the jungle
No one gonna help
if you trip, fall or stumble
There are no angels
in the sky
Just vultures when
there's food on the table
There is no call
from way back
If I heard from you in a
hot minute, it's irrelevant
We're not that tight, man
Fuck what it was,
yeah, it's not that.
See, I'm calm with it
I don't rush with no one
I take my time,
yeah, pick my spot.
Calculated, I rise from the
bottom and fall to the top
The world is cold
so I remain hot.
Trust no one,
yeah, all I got
Man, I've had
enough of snakes
I'm sick of you lot
I told you already, man
I fall to the top
Fall to the top
Fall to the top
Fall to the, fall to the,
fall to the top
I fall to the top
Fall to the top
Fall to the, fall to the,
fall to the top
I fall to the top
Fall to the top
Fall to the, fall to the,
fall to the top
I fall to the top
Fall to the top
Fall to the, fall to the,
fall to the top
I fall to the top
Nah,
I ain't gotta trust no one
I trust in me
and I know that
When it comes down
to the nitty gritty
I'll be more gritty
than any nitty
When needs must all shift
We step up on step
over, kill or be killed
There's no mercy,
there's no pity
See, I keep it tight
around my circle
Lead by example
Play the game
how we need to be known
No newbie, nah,
this boss man level
Only tight with a few
'Cause many and
most were ghosts
when I would struggle
Now I'm sitting at the top
and I'm nice and calm
But they want a bubble
Don't call me brother,
don't call me G
Cause I don't know you
and you don't need me
[logo chimes]
[logo buzzes]
[logo blares]
[upbeat electronic music]
Let's go
Don't call me brother,
Don't call me G
'Cause I don't know you
and you don't know me
Don't get all familiar now,
We're not family
We didn't come
from the same seed
See, I'm calm with it
I don't rush for no one
I take my time
Pick my spot, calculated
I'll rise from the bottom
and fall to the top
Trust no one [indistinct]
Man, I've had
enough of snakes
- Alright mate?
You ain't got a couple
of grams on you, have ya?
Fall to the top
- I'm not stood here
for the scenery, am I?
You got the cash on you?
150 green.
- No need to be a prick, mate.
I'll fall to the top
- I'm gonna own these
streets one day, yeah?
Watch your mouth and
show some respect.
Now give me the
money and fuck off.
Fall to the top
Prick!
I trust in me,
and I know that
When it comes down
to the nitty gritty
[upbeat electronic music]
[indistinct chatter]
[upbeat electronic
music continues]
[music continues in background]
How're ya?
- I'm good.
You?
- Better for talking to you
- Is that your game, hey?
Well, have ya any Irish in ya?
- Why?
- Do you want some?
[Kiera chuckles]
- You're very upfront,
aren't you?
- I'm a direct kinda guy
- Hmm, that right?
- That's right.
[upbeat electronic
music continues]
Did you see the
stunner I pulled?
- Yeah man, fair play to ya.
- You not chasing her, mate?
- She'll come running.
- Fucking cocky cunt.
[Mickey laughs]
- I'm Irish,
she can't fucking resist.
- Get the drinks up, mate.
- Yeah, shots, man.
- Can we get some shots, mate?
- Three shotties for my hotties.
- Cheers, mate.
- Cheers.
- Good luck.
- Cheers.
- Slinte
- Fancy something stronger?
- What do you mean?
- Cheeky sniff, mate?
- You got some?
- Nah.
You see that big fella over
there with the entourage?
[Mickey] Maybe later.
Hey!
Sure you don't wanna
stay at mine?
- Easy, tiger.
Let's grab a coffee sometime.
- Strike your number in there.
I'll give you a call, yeah?
- [laughs] Oh my God!
[girls laugh]
- Someone's had a good night.
- He's dead nice.
- Oh, pass me the sick bucket.
[music ends]
- How's things, man?
- Good. Yeah.
- Do you work here?
- In a way.
- You don't sound sure.
- Something you want?
- Whoa, man.
I'm taking the piss.
Chill out, big man.
- I offer certain
services around here.
- Oh, Jesus.
I'm flattered, but I don't
swing that fucking way.
- You're a cocky one.
- I'm stood up a wall
for a fucking reason.
- I sell drugs,
uppers, downers,
anything you need.
- Well, that makes more sense.
Do they sell well?
- I'm the main street
distributor around here.
- Sounds very gangster.
How much is a bag of coke?
- 80.
If you ever want any work,
you hit me up.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- All right, man, appreciate it.
[Mickey groans]
[upbeat electronic music]
[phone ringing]
[Mickey groans]
[sighs]
I'm sick of this.
[clears throat]
[water running]
[sighs]
[exhales deeply]
- Oi!
You've got work to do.
Get up, you lazy little fucker!
- Oh! Sorry, boss.
- Thank you.
- Sorry.
[sighs]
- Fuck this shit.
- Come on, you two.
- Put that game...
- Five more minutes, dad.
- No.
No more.
[girl laughing]
Get that on.
Get ready.
We're going to be late.
Not being late again.
Come on.
[blows landing]
- You sitting comfortably?
- Let me go, please.
- Yeah, sure.
Off you pop.
[screams]
Fucking hell!
Fuck!
[growling]
[breathing hard]
Fuck! Fuck!
- Go.
No? Then you remain.
- Guy, what have you done?
- It's one of yours, isn't it?
- Yes, boss.
- Such a shame.
you're normally such a good
judge of character, Kenny.
- He's a good man.
Tell me his crime.
- His crime?
This little rat has been
selling to my competitor.
The only problem I've got
is I don't have competitors.
Just people I
haven't killed yet.
- Guy, please tell
me that's not so.
[Guy grunting]
- I was forced into it
by the Honey badger.
He was gonna...
he was gonna kill me.
[guy groaning]
- Fear.
Fear is a primal instinct.
Shows me in the
heat of the moment
the kind of man you are.
But in this moment, you forgot
about the bigger animal.
Me!
- Look!
I've learned my lesson!
- I'll tell you what.
You can walk out of here.
I'll let you live.
[groaning]
Thank, thank, thank you, boss.
[groaning]
[screaming]
Fuck! Fuck!
[groaning]
[screaming]
- Good boy.
You ever fuck with me again
and I'll fucking kill you?
Put that head in
the fucking bag.
[Kenny breathing heavily]
[gentle music]
- You look gorgeous.
- You look good yourself.
[Mickey scoffs]
- I always do.
[Kiera scoffs]
- So humble too, I see.
Wanting more than this
So,
what do you do for a job?
- I'm a labourer.
You?
- I'm studying to be a lawyer.
- That's going to be the
fanciest way to say unemployed.
So I've heard.
So give me some room
- Well, when you're injured
at work, I'll represent you.
It's only for now.
I'll get a better job.
there's a lot more to
me than meets the eye
- Is that right?
I'm so tired of wanting
- I kind of like
what meets the eye.
Wanting more than this
I know it, but
what am I to do?
I need some space to breathe
so give me some room
Hey, you.
- Morning, gorgeous.
- How did you sleep?
- Like a baby.
You
- Apart from the battery in your
smoke alarm chirping every 30s.
- I'll make it one day and I'll
take you away from all this.
- Is that right?
I'd settle for a new battery
in the alarm at this point.
You'll see.
And I'll give you the
world when that happens.
- I'll hold you to that.
[car engine rumbling]
[tense music]
[doors closing]
- This the guy?
I've heard he's a
vicious little cunt
- You don't last this long in
this game by being a pushover.
Let's get in.
Get him fucked over.
Remind him who's in
charge around here.
[tense music continues]
- What the fuck,
what the fuck has he done?
[muttering]
What the fuck have you done?
Fuck! Fuck!
Oh! Oh!
[grunting]
- I want a word with you.
- Oh.
[laughing]
- The clock ticks,
the days pass,
but nobody ever questions
where they all go.
- What?
- I do.
I question everything.
I see things no
one else can see.
[laughing]
- I'm not here to play games
- The mind is gone.
Head is not.
I see no body.
No more tick tock.
- Time for answers.
- Come and get them.
Come on, you, huh?
[Honey badger laughs]
You're big boys, aren't you?
Huh? Huh?
Come on, let's have
a little bit of fun.
Huh? You're fucking
big boy, aren't you?
Oh! You fucker!
[combatants grunting]
Now you, you fucker.
Get down!
You bald, bearded bastard!
[laughing]
You fucker.
Huh?
[tense music continues]
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Youse two again.
[chuckling]
[tense music]
[clock ticking]
Motherfucker.
Oh, it's you again.
Huh?
Oh, bending down.
You only ever call
me the Honey badger.
I really don't give a fuck.
And you!
You're fucking mental.
[Honey badger screams]
Fuck you!
Fuck that.
[Honey badger screams]
Do you really think you
can steal one of my guys
and turn him?
You little fuck!
- Oh, so what did you do, hey?
It's a wonder your cock
wasn't in his fucking gob
when you cut it off.
- Fucking deal with him.
- I dare you.
- I'm gonna fucking enjoy this.
- Are ya?
[screaming]
You're fucking next!
[screaming]
[Honey badger laughing]
[Honey badger muttering]
[tense music]
- We'll see, you little bitch.
[Honey badger groaning]
[tense music continues]
- Shall we?
- Do it.
[eerie music]
- Now look what time it is, boy.
Oh, it's finished for you.
[groaning]
That's what we do to rats.
What you gonna say now, hey?
Oh, you've fucked it now.
- Not Johnny Big bollocks
now, are you, kid?
[Honey badger groaning]
[eerie music continues]
[indistinct]
little bitch.
[sombre music]
[fire crackling]
[sombre music continues]
- Oh, fuck.
You need to get here now.
[groaning]
[tense music]
[indistinct chatter]
- Same time next month.
[tense music continues]
- Can we get ice cream?
- Of course we can,
yeah, of course we can.
Get whatever you want.
Whatever you want.
[keys tapping]
[message chimes]
[dub music]
[light rock music]
[electronic dance music]
- I paid for a fucking dance,
I want a dance.
- You're off your head.
- No. I'm sorry.
- I'm what?
- What exactly is
the problem here?
- Him, he's off his head,
trying to sniff coke
off me arse all the time.
- Why are you
bothering me with this?
Stop fucking about.
Let him you snort
coke off your arse.
I assume you bought
the coke here?
- I brought me own shit.
- I must strongly insist you
buy my cocaine from my club.
- What sort of deal do I get?
- A word of advice for you.
Don't get it on their
arseholes, yeah?
Gets them crazy high.
Trust me on that one.
- [indistinct] good lad.
- Get them to the bar.
Sort them out a drink
Get them set up
with Kenny, yeah?
- Come on.
[electronic dance music]
- Have a good night, boys.
- Want a drink?
- You really need to
watch your phrasing.
But go on.
- You want something stronger?
- You got something
that'll make me rich?
- I got something
that'll make you money.
I've got a space
that's just opened up.
- I'm listening.
- I work for Luther,
he's a very dangerous
powerful man,
known for being a psychopath
at the drop of a hat.
He's not to be messed with,
not to be challenged.
He's reliable as a boss.
Pays out, keeps his boys safe.
Unless they cross him.
- Is that the guy I've
seen in the VIP area?
- Yeah, it's his club,
his empire, his world.
- He don't, he don't
look that big, you know,
I bet, I bet someone
could take him down.
- His size isn't
the scariest part.
Just fly right and
you'll be fine.
[Mickey scoffs]
- Wanna introduce me to him?
- No.
You don't get that privilege.
You work for me.
I'm top of the chain,
I'm as far as you ever get.
- How much are you talking?
- We'll see what you sell,
then we'll talk.
I got a feeling that mouth
could come in handy
- I see you're back to
talking dirty again.
- We'll see,
once you're on the street,
how long you last with that wit.
Meet me at mine,
10 a.m. tomorrow
I'll fire you my address.
[electronic dance
music continues]
- Thank you.
[groaning]
[gentle music]
Want a drink?
- Yeah, I'll have a coffee,
milk 4 sugars
- Might as well throw a
spoonful of cocaine in there.
Fucking four sugars?
Paul, do you want a drink?
- Sparkling water.
- Right.
This is Paul,
Paul's been with me for years,
He's got a great street rep.
He's off the cop's radar.
Delivers on time.
Plus, he makes a banging
vegan cheesecake.
You all right, fella?
- Yeah, I'm good.
So you're covering Guy?
Guy won't be back,
he's moved on.
- Where is he, then?
- Just got sloppy,
so we moved him along.
- [scoffs] This is
a lot of cocaine.
- Average 100 K a
week on my watch.
You get 2% of what you sell.
2%?
Sure we run all
the fucking risk.
- You don't import it.
You don't cultivate it.
You don't pay off
the police force.
You don't fork the
money up front.
You stand on the corner,
you sell to anyone that asks.
You take the lower pay,
you got the easy part,
or you leave here now,
and any word I hear back of
your name and this operation
I'll send the boys to end you.
Pick one!
- Are you sure about this guy?
- I'm in, man, I'm in.
Just run me through
the operation.
- You get down there Mondays,
he gives us five kilos.
We sell it.
Anything we don't sell
is weighed against
the money we've made.
Anything goes missing, we die.
Capisce ?
- Thanks, Paul.
Yeah, pretty spot on, really.
I'll team you up with Paul,
he'll do one street
you do the adjacent
and he'll tie up
end of the night.
- Tonight?
- Got a problem with that?
- Uh, no, that's fine.
You don't have a carrier
bag on you, do you?
- I'll get you one.
[tense music]
- Why do you look like you
just ransacked Sports Direct?
- I'm staying hidden.
- Yeah, the police won't find
that suspicious, will they?
Fucking hell.
Especially with your
clients running away.
Take it off, you muppet.
You look like a right knobhead.
Actually, you better
put it back on mate.
Know what I mean?
Ugly cunt.
[Kenny laughs]
Over there.
[blows landing]
- Boss.
Doing well ain't we?
As well as I'd like.
- So when we gonna
take over the next town?
- You're eager, ain't ya?
That's why I like you,
you're confident
- Stop it you soft cunt,
you'll make me cry.
[Luther scoffs]
- You've been with me
since the start, Luke.
I'll always look after you.
I want you to take
the next territory.
Make it your own.
They've got a shipment
coming in next week,
it'll be really easy to steal.
Whilst you're there,
send them a message for me.
- I'll hold you to that.
You're getting too old for all
this shit is what I'm hearing.
[Luther laughs]
Maybe I am just
getting a bit softer.
- Are you done here?
- Yeah, let's get him down.
[chains rattling]
[bag thuds]
[tense music continues]
- Won't be doing
that again, will he?
- No, he's fucking dead.
[engine starts and revs]
- Where've you been?
- Evening to you too.
- Where have you been?
- Out.
- You haven't answered my texts.
Where have you been?
- I said I was out.
What's the fucking problem?
- You're being a dick.
You haven't been
at work all week.
You're out all night.
Your attitude is atrocious.
What is wrong with you?
- None of your fucking business
is what's wrong with me.
The money's coming in.
You're getting looked after.
The rest is fuck
all to do with you.
So stay out of my fucking face.
[Mickey sighs]
[suspenseful music]
[combatants grunting]
[door creaks]
[suspenseful music continues]
[suspenseful music continues]
[gunshot]
[body thuds]
[gunshots]
[gunshots]
[suspenseful music continues]
[gunshot]
[combatants grunting]
[gunshots]
[gunshots]
[rapid gunfire]
[man groans]
[gunshots]
[man groans]
- Fuck off.
[suspenseful music continues]
[man grunting]
- Get that box.
[man grunting]
Where's Little Joe?
Where's Little Joe?
- Fuck you!
Fuck you!
[grunting]
Where's Little Joe?
[gasping]
Fucking pussy.
[eerie music]
[combatants grunting]
[gunshots]
[tense music]
[gunshot]
[man groans]
[gunshot]
[tense music continues]
This is my area now.
All your men are dead.
You have a choice.
Leave now or die where you sit.
- This vicious circle
will never end.
The older generation
sits complacent.
The anger simmers.
The wisdom provides.
If they're lucky,
they get to retire
to a villa in the sun
with a set of eyes
on their back.
The youth, full of anger,
rise up and rebel,
attack the existing structure
with aggression and naivety.
Some die.
Some succeed.
No one truly escapes.
The circle repeats.
Generation to generation.
Death and honour.
Life and horror.
- Stop talking in riddles
before I blow a hole in you.
No, no.
[tense music continues]
- Listen up, the lot of ya.
Our boy here, Luke,
has taken over the north side.
It's a powerful
South Side leader.
Some of you will be
leaving my employ
to go to a new,
dangerous environment.
Not all of you are
going to survive.
But whilst I want
you to remember
that Luke is my right-hand man.
He commands and
demands your respect.
Remember who's top
dog around here.
It's me.
And in the ways of our land,
I must now fight Big Joe for
control of the North Side.
- I knew I should have
shot that little shit.
- These are our ways,
consider this a gift from me.
For you guys, what I will say.
We will not run.
We will not surrender.
We are the south side.
[people cheering]
[All] Yes!
[tense music]
- All right boss?
[sucks teeth]
Prick.
- Watch your fucking mouth.
[upbeat music]
[people chatting indistinctly]
[people cheering]
[Man] Come on!
[upbeat music continues]
- Fuck him up.
- Come on!
Let's have it, Luther!
- We always knew
this day would come.
I thought it had been here
sooner than this, though.
- You're getting old, Joe.
I suggest you walk away.
- I'm still strong.
Strong mind, strong body.
- You've been offered an out.
Take it.
- I see Mason in you.
You wouldn't let him walk away.
I didn't like what your boy did.
And he's not going to get
off lightly for what he did.
Either I'm going to kill you,
or you're going to kill me.
Little Joe dug two graves.
- You better hope they're big
enough for the pair of ya.
- Enough talk.
[Luther coughing]
- He's gone.
This is all you can hope for.
[Luther coughing]
Is there a better
challenger than this
Oh, you fuck!
[blows landing]
[combatants grunting]
[people cheering]
- Yes!
[people shouting indistinctly]
[Man] Hit him!
- Yes! Go on!
- Come on!
[people shouting indistinctly]
[Big Joe grunting]
[people shouting indistinctly]
If a man like you can beat me,
I'm better off dead.
Just fucking do it.
[foot stomping]
[skull squelching]
[sombre music]
- I've got a message
from little Joe for you.
[gunshots]
- I'm sick of this.
[Kenny] What are
you on about, man?
- I make the money,
you give it to the boss.
We take all the risk.
We got the police on our back.
And for what?
For what?
- Don't rock the boat.
You don't want to end
up six feet under.
- Nah, I want to be on top.
I want to be feared.
I want to be king
in a fucking castle.
Can't stand this anymore, man.
Can't stand working for a
mug and taking all the risk.
Why don't you want more
from this fucking life?
How are you happy
being so insignificant?
He's just took over
a new territory,
and now's our
chance to get more.
Right here, right now.
- That mug is called Luther.
He'll slit your throat as
quick as he let you breathe.
I've seen him repeatedly
punched a guy in the face
till it was caved
to a bloody mess.
He's not one to be messed with.
And don't forget who
you're reporting to, me.
So don't do anything stupid
or I'll have you put down.
- Get your money and get out.
- Don't ever forget
your place, boy.
[Mickey coughing]
- You got this, baby.
- I have to.
Sick of living like this.
I'm worth more.
This life owes me more.
- Do you think he knows about
you nicking from the profits?
- Are you fucking stupid?
They're all clueless.
I'm going to take
this fucking city.
[sniffing]
[tense music]
- You got some balls meeting me,
I should kill you on the spot.
- Given your current position
I think you need
me more than ever.
- Who the fuck are you?
Some low-level
soldier of Luther's.
- I'm the guy who's
gonna run this now.
Don't you forget that.
[tense music continues]
Look out big man.
How are you going to do that?
- Listen, I have
a plan in motion.
All you need to know
is when I give the nod,
meet me at the club.
We get Luther alone and we
end that big, useless cunt
once and for all.
- Why shouldn't I just
do that on my own?
- Because you'll be
seen a fucking mile off,
I'm the inside man.
Once this is all over,
you'll answer to me.
[Little Joe laughs]
- That will never happen.
I'd sooner kill you on the
spot and answer to you.
- Well then...
we share the territories,
split the profit.
And run the shit together.
- I'll tell you what.
If you can make that happen,
I'll hold you to it.
but what you're trying to
achieve is a suicide mission.
- That's my problem,
not yours.
[tense music continues]
[Little Joe sighs]
- We'll both have problems
if Luther catches wind of it.
- I'm no fool.
Leave that big egit to me.
- Kill you!
I'll fucking kill you!
Fucking cunt!
[gentle music]
Do you think I enjoy this, Paul?
I do not like
getting my hands dirty.
You, sir,
you, sir, are a maggot
feeding on my fucking steak.
You myther around my head.
Let me tell you, son.
I'm the spider,
I constrict, and I'lI bind,
and I'll eat you a fucking live,
Pick up what's
left of your face,
and get the fuck out of my club!
I'll cut you up for my
own fucking amusement.
Come on.
[gentle music continues]
[Paul groaning]
- I think I'm gonna
be sick, who was that?
- I caught one of
the operatives
cutting washing powder
into the product.
Paul.
- It's gonna take more than
a quick wash to fix that
[Luther chuckles]
- Ha, ha, ha!
Brings me on to you, Kenny.
- I dropped the money yesterday.
- Very aware what
you've been bringing.
Three months in a row short.
A little fucking Irish fella.
- That was Mickey.
- Get in your fucking car
and get him here now!
[gentle music continues]
[objects clanging]
[door closes]
- What the fuck did you do?
- What are you on about, man?
- Don't fuck with me.
- Fine.
I've been skimming the top.
Little extra powder on the side.
Little extra profit
in my pocket.
- Dumb fucker.
- No, you're the dumb one here.
Wake up, man.
Facts are facts.
He's going to kill us both now.
So let's take the chance.
He wants us in.
Let's give him what he wants.
Let's do him over,
take the throne and become
who we're meant to be.
- I can't believe this.
You absolute mug!
- This is our time.
You're lucky I'm
even involving you.
[upbeat music]
- Kenny boy, boss wants a word.
What have you fucked
up this time, boy?
- It's all a misunderstanding.
We'll get this sorted.
- He's in a foul mood.
Who's the little fella?
- Who are you calling little?
Ya cunt.
- Watch your mouth and know
your place around here, boy.
- Or what?
- Oh, you fucked
up now, you cunt!
[combatants grunting]
[upbeat music continues]
[Mickey] Let's go see the boss
[Kenny] What was Little Joe
doing here?
[Mickey] Damage control.
I wanted a clean house.
- Your name
is of no consequence to me.
All I want to know
is where the fuck is my money?
[Mickey chuckles]
- My money.
- Such a small man.
You've got a very,
very large ego.
Answer this for me, boy,
you got a death wish?
- No.
I'm not dying today
or for a very long time
that I can guarantee.
- Come in here
and steal from me.
Expect to walk away?
- I'll be dancing on your grave
long before you mine.
For a tough guy, you're not
overly bright, are you?
How would you beat
poor old Paul to a pulp
for cutting the gear
with washing powder?
- So, you know, I don't
take this kind of thing
very lightly at all,
[Mickey laughs]
Pray, tell, what's so funny.
- Kenny collects the product,
then hands out to
his foot soldiers.
But you know what?
He's not even the
fucking fastest at that.
He's normally too high to care.
I've been swapping
Paul's product
and skimming the extras now.
What do you think
of that, big man?
- You little fucker!
[heavy rock music]
[combatants grunting]
[bones crunching]
[flesh squelching]
[Luther screams]
[screams]
[sobbing]
[heavy rock music continues]
[Luther breathing heavily]
- Fucking cunt.
[gunshot]
- Get the fuck out of my throne.
[body thuds]
You're my bitches now.
Got a problem with it?
[laughs]
Right. I've assembled
you all here today
to discuss the future.
[tense music]
Me.
I am the future.
So that means I run the
north and south side.
If anybody in this room has
an issue on that front,
speak up now.
- It doesn't work like that,
you're a nobody
[gunshot]
- Anybody else in the room
want to call me a nobody?
- You can't do that.
[gunshot]
- Business as usual, lads.
All report back to me.
Now fuck off.
[tense music continues]
[engine rumbling]
[gentle music]
- All right boss?
What did you call me here for?
- Was you followed?
- With how I drive?
You kidding?
- I know you're
a fucking lunatic,
I'll give you that.
Now, Luther,
answer me a question.
- Yeah, of course.
- You want it all, right?
- Who doesn't?
- Some more than others.
You, you've been loyal to me.
Plus that I taught
you everything you know.
But this old dog's ready
for his final walk, son.
- What you talking soft for?
You've got plenty of
life left in you yet.
- Luther.
I'm not sure you're aware,
but this city
is a raptor pit of death
and despair, mate.
Where the weak
get pushed to the kerb,
forced into mechanisms
that take away
from the reality of existence.
We are harbingers of death.
It's people like you and me that
facilitate the slow wind down,
the city breathes in a laboured,
debilitated state of vegetation,
And the only way
a boss can leave
is if he's killed
in hand-to-hand combat,
or the city swallows him alive.
The time is now, Luther.
The time is yours.
The new will rise,
the pace will change.
There ain't no time like
the fucking present, son.
And I need my house.
- You think I'm ready?
- I think you're fucking ready.
You're a very capable leader.
Strategy's your game, right?
I mean, I see big things
for you, Luther.
- You keep it up,
you're gonna make me cry.
- You cheeky cunt.
[Luther scoffs]
I need you to kill me.
- You need to tell people I've
killed you
- Stupidly enough, yeah.
- So answer me this.
Where are you going?
- I can't tell you that.
Loose lips sink ships, Luther.
But I'll tell you one thing.
You and all them motherfuckers
will never, ever see me again.
[gentle music continues]
- Then let me take this
opportunity to say thank you.
Thank you for everything
you've done for me.
- It's a pleasure, Luther.
- I really hope you find what
you're looking for out there.
- I've already found it, son.
Give us a hug.
You make sure you look
after the fucking business.
[rain pattering]
[thunder cracks]
[Luther groans]
[Luther grunts]
[thunder cracks]
[rain pattering]
[car engine rumbling]
[door opens]
[tense music]
- Who are you?
- I'm you.
Well, I mean, I aspire.
Word of advice.
- Okay.
I think we should
take the West Side.
- It's too soon.
- No, think about it.
They're going to be coming
for us, given the news.
- So we attack first?
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
Let them attack first,
then we strike hard, fast.
- No, no it's not...
It's not going to happen.
It can't happen.
- You're gonna lose it all.
- I'm not gonna lose anything.
I'm not gonna lose anything.
[tense music continues]
- Are you sure?
- I'm in charge around here.
- If you say so.
[gentle music]
[Mickey sighs]
- Am I invisible to you?
- I'm busy.
You're not fucking helping.
- What gives you the right
to talk to me like that?
- Do you think
I have time for this?
Given the stresses and
responsibilities of this city
all on my shoulders.
- Do you even know
who you are anymore?
- Yeah.
The kingpin of fucking London.
- You're in charge
of north and south,
and you're not qualified.
Your hands are blood-soaked.
You're a good man,
not this low-key monster.
I'm pregnant, Mickey
I need you here.
- No.
You can't be.
Do you know who I am?
I'm no father.
You're not worthy of me.
You're just some
common street whore.
[Mickey groans]
[blow lands]
Now is the time.
Now we move.
Get all your men and attack
the east and west side.
- Are you kidding?
We haven't got the people
or the plan for that.
- You fucking what?
You want a bullet in your head?
- It's suicide.
It's suicide.
- Get out and attack now!
- Bro, he's fucking lost it.
- Bro, he's coked
off his head, fam.
- Bro, he's sending us to war.
Luther was never
this stupid, man.
- Bro, that guy
was violent as fuck.
I once saw him
break a guy's ankle,
literally just
for taking Luther's food.
- No you didn't,
don't chat shit.
- Swear down, bro.
All right, say less.
So you're gonna go to
war with the ops for him?
- [scoffs] For him?
Nah, fam.
I'm gonna go get some food.
- You know what?
I might even join you, fam.
- Let's go.
- Let's go, let's go. Fuck it.
[engine starts]
[suspenseful music]
[gunfire]
- What do you mean
the guys are all dead?
- You've sent us into areas,
they were already prepared.
They were heavily fucking armed.
The guys are dead.
You left us to die.
- We own the territories.
We're not a force
to be messed with.
- What are you on about?
The men are all dead.
They got more numbers than us.
We've lost control.
We've got no men.
- Nah, we can't.
Rebekah,
what the fuck did you do?
You set our strategy.
You said you had the
numbers on the floor.
You set our goals and comms.
We should have walked this.
What the fuck went wrong?
- Who the fuck
are you talking to?
- I'm talking to Rebekah.
- You've lost the fucking plot.
- Get out now!
The fuck is happening to me?
[tense music]
- Fuck!
- I'm slipping into madness.
[Mickey groans]
What the fuck's happening?
[tense music continues]
[suspenseful music]
- I'm gonna move my hand.
Do not make a noise.
[suspenseful music continues]
- Are you going to kill me?
- I'm here for the
jumped-up little shit
that tried to kill me.
- Do you think
I did this to myself?
- Yeah, I did wonder.
- He beat me so badly
I lost my unborn child.
I want him gone.
- It seems we have
a shared goal.
Get yourself dressed.
Meet me downstairs.
You sure this is sugar?
- I don't even know anymore.
He's really lost control.
He's become a complete monster.
- No, he's a fool.
He's a coward.
Where is he?
- No idea.
He's rarely here.
He's at the club a lot.
I think he's lost
his grip on reality.
- He's a dead man.
You can't carry on
living like this.
- I'm no killer.
And when he's gone,
I'm left with nothing.
- We need something diabolical.
I'll see you right
when the job's done.
You know as well as I do.
It's only going to
get worse from here.
He's either going to be him
or it's going to be you.
[Kiera sighs]
- He's having bad
hallucinations.
We could play on that.
- And he still thinks I'm dead?
- Yeah.
- Good, little cunt.
I need you to send
him mad for me.
Push him to the
edge of insanity,
and I'll finish the job for you.
- I'll be in touch.
I want nothing to
do with his death.
- Good.
[stairs creaking]
[phone rings]
Did you inject the LSD?
- I couldn't do it.
[Luther] It's dosed high
so he'll be out for a while.
Go and do it.
Can you meet me?
- Sure.
[Luther] I'll send you
the details of the hotel.
Get here quick.
[heart beating]
[gentle music]
- Hello.
[door creaking]
I'm sorry.
- Help yourself.
- To what?
- Tea, coffee.
Anything you want.
- Anything stronger?
- Whiskey there.
You're my kind of girl.
- Got any Splenda?
- Might have some ice
somewhere over there.
Day man's normally busy
finding the night man.
[gentle music continues]
I don't normally stay
in a place like this.
- I'm picturing dark wood,
supermodels in silk underwear.
- On them or me?
- You don't want that answer
[Luther chuckles]
- Talk about bizarre scenarios.
I just want to deal
with our little friend, Mickey
the Jackal.
- Yeah?
What's his deal?
- Get inside people's heads,
feed them psychotropic drugs,
sends them mad,
and then I'll finish him.
- Why can't you just kill him?
- No.
He took everything from me.
He doesn't deserve to live.
I'm gonna punish him.
And then I'll kill him.
- Can we switch
the conversation?
Yeah.
First.
How did you become
the big bad man.
- Very typical really.
Abusive childhood.
Lack of education.
Had to learn to survive.
Pretty good
at winning people over.
- You?
Winning people over?
[gentle music continues]
- You'd be amazed
at what I can do
- I'm still picturing you
in silk pants.
- You are picturing me, though.
That's half the battle.
- Can't argue with that logic.
[glasses clink]
[tense music]
- Jackal?
Got a job for ya.
Little Irish fella.
Took my drugs,
took my club, took my money.
Damn near took my life.
I need you to do
what you do best.
- Trust me.
Trust me.
[tense music continues]
- You line him up,
I'll knock him down.
- You know me.
[suspenseful music]
- What will it be?
- Is your boss in?
- Um...
Probably.
- Whiskey.
[suspenseful music continues]
[The Jackal clears throat]
- Who are you?
- Officer Jones, C.I.D.
I presume you are
Mickey O'Brian.
- What's this about?
- The previous proprietor.
His body's been found.
And we wondered how you
became the owner of this club.
- Um, I bought it off him
a while back.
He said he was heading abroad.
- Paperwork? Sales?
Handover licensing?
- Uh...
No, not on me.
It's just between lawyers.
- Where were you on the
evening of the 17th of March?
- Uh...
I was at home with my partner.
- Well the death's being treated
as suspicious.
We found stab marks.
Prints are currently at the lab,
but we will find out who did it.
- Look, unless you
have a warrant,
I'm gonna have to ask
you to leave my club.
- I'll be back.
See you around.
[suspenseful music continues]
- I need your help.
Look, I'm sorry.
My life is ending here.
I got the police all over me.
Half my guys are dead
and the other half are fucking
taking me for a fool.
Most importantly, I lost you.
And I'm heading for prison.
Night time
so of course it was dark
I was thinking about what
I'd have tomorrow for lunch
I'm slipping away!
Snail killer
Nothing makes me iller
When my feet hit the ground
And I hear the crunchy sound
I'm a snail killer
Nothing makes me iller
Yeah
[psychotic rock music plays]
Went with my girlfriend
on a trip to France
Couldn't read the menu
So I took a chance
Picked one at random
It was escargot
When I saw my dinner,
I was ready to go
Snail killer
Nothing makes me iller
When my feet hit the ground
And I hear the crunchy sound
I'm a snail killer
Nothing makes me iller
Follow the trail
Could be sacking the snails
Put me in jail
Don't leave me your mail.
Cracking the snails
Put me in jail
Don't release me on bail
Cause my mind's so free
I'm a snail killer
Mowing the lawn
on a sunny day
Suicide snail gets in my way
Shell blows up
all over the place
See I've got snails
on my face
- Mr O'Brien?
You passed out on the street.
You got kidney damage.
and some significant
bleeding of the brain.
You're seriously ill.
- Am I dying?
- We'll have to run some tests.
There's nothing to worry
about at this stage, but...
[Mickey sighs]
I'll be back.
Fuck this place.
[foreboding music]
Open up!
[banging on door]
[suspenseful music]
I can't do this.
It was me.
I've done terrible things.
I've hurt people.
I've caused mass losses
I don't know what's
real and what's not.
Please, God,
show me a sign.
[suspenseful music continues]
[traffic rumbling]
Is Officer Jones about?
- Regarding what mainly?
- Just get him.
- We don't have an Officer Jones
working here.
- There has to be.
He was just at my
club the other day.
Check again. Check again.
- Sir, I've been
here long enough
to know who my officers are.
There isn't and never has
been an Officer Jones.
[Mickey sighs]
- Forget it.
Who is it?
Who's fucking with me?
Who is it?
Is it you?
Oh, Jesus Christ, save me!
[Mickey sobbing]
Are you fucking with me?
- Get away from me!
[Mickey sobbing]
- Who is it?
Who's fucking with me?
[Mickey sobbing]
[tense music]
Who is it?
Ah!
Ah! Who is it?
Is it you?
Are you fucking with me?
- Fuck off, you creep!
Ah! Ah!
[Mickey sobbing]
Ah! Who is it?
Who is it?
Who is it?
- It's me!
- It's not!
I killed you, you're dead!
- Is this real enough for you?
[Mickey screams]
[Mickey gasping]
[gunshot
[tense music]
- Fucking men.
[slow tense music]
Don't call me brother
don't call me G
'Cause I don't know you
and you don't know me
Don't get all familiar now
we're no family
We didn't come
from the same seed
We didn't fall
from the same tree
I don't know your face,
but I know a snake's
I ain't gotta check ID
when you and your ones
in the jungle
No one gonna help
if you trip, fall or stumble
There are no angels
in the sky
Just vultures when
there's food on the table
There is no call
from way back
If I heard from you in a
hot minute, it's irrelevant
We're not that tight, man
Fuck what it was,
yeah, it's not that.
See, I'm calm with it
I don't rush with no one
I take my time,
yeah, pick my spot.
Calculated, I rise from the
bottom and fall to the top
The world is cold
so I remain hot.
Trust no one,
yeah, all I got
Man, I've had
enough of snakes
I'm sick of you lot
I told you already, man
I fall to the top
Fall to the top
Fall to the top
Fall to the, fall to the,
fall to the top
I fall to the top
Fall to the top
Fall to the, fall to the,
fall to the top
I fall to the top
Fall to the top
Fall to the, fall to the,
fall to the top
I fall to the top
Fall to the top
Fall to the, fall to the,
fall to the top
I fall to the top
Nah,
I ain't gotta trust no one
I trust in me
and I know that
When it comes down
to the nitty gritty
I'll be more gritty
than any nitty
When needs must all shift
We step up on step
over, kill or be killed
There's no mercy,
there's no pity
See, I keep it tight
around my circle
Lead by example
Play the game
how we need to be known
No newbie, nah,
this boss man level
Only tight with a few
'Cause many and
most were ghosts
when I would struggle
Now I'm sitting at the top
and I'm nice and calm
But they want a bubble
Don't call me brother,
don't call me G
Cause I don't know you
and you don't need me