Protein (2024) Movie Script
1
What brings you
down this way, then?
I've been away for a while.
-Working?
-Army.
Good lad.
Welcome home.
Where are you staying?
I dunno yet.
I'll find somewhere.
I've got some sandwiches there,
if you want 'em, like.
Cheese and ham.
Went to the cafe at lunchtime.
Don't tell the missus, mind.
Supposed to be saving.
Having another baby, see.
Didn't plan this one.
Got two already.
Got arseholed at a quiz-night
and wallop!
But there we are.
You enjoying them, then?
Yeah.
You fill your boots.
Oi!
Here we are, with my
little platoon of gayboys!
Oh, look, and here's the biggest
fucking gayboy of the lot.
Say hello, gayboy!
Come on, smile, gayboy!
Can I help you, love?
How much is it?
It's four quid a day,
ten quid a week.
20 quid for the month.
Bloody hell!
You empty your piggy bank?
Right, go on.
You can owe me the rest.
Two. Three.
- Keep it straight.
- Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven!
Eight! Yes!
Shut up, Kevin, man!
Fuck's sake!
I don't need
both of you, all right?
Switch it, come on.
Switch it!
Lift it.
Too fucking heavy for you?
You fucking pussy! Lift it!
Come on!
Come on.
Fucking mug!
Hey! Excuse me?
I was just thinking,
if you're that skint, like,
you could do a few hours here.
Just some cleaning and stuff,
if it helps you out.
Yeah, okay.
Good. Well, come down
tomorrow about seven,
I'll get you started.
What's your name?
Sean.
Right.
See you tomorrow, then, Sean.
In you go.
- All right, l-l-ladies.
- Hello.
-Hi, Dwayne!
-Have a nice night, girls.
Just mention my name.
Stop. Stop.
Follow me, boys.
Give me a minute.
Two minutes, lads.
Gentlemen!
Come in, come in. Sit down.
Sit down.
How's business?
You busy?
-Yes. Very.
-Good. Good.
How's Alexis? I never see him.
He's also very busy.
Well, I know that.
We're keeping him busy.
Keeping each other busy.
Let's get to it.
That is for...
you.
Thank you.
Whoa!
Manners!
This is the good stuff.
None of that street shit.
Yeah. Eh?
Get that down you. Nice.
One for me.
Why not?
Oh, yeah!
We're good? Yeah?
Great.
Cheers, gents.
See you soon, yeah?
Tell Gavin I need him up here.
Is there a problem?
No.
Well, go on, then.
Off you fuck.
Oi!
Hey!
You work for me.
Remember?
Who I work with
is no concern of yours,
so if you don't like it,
you can fuck off.
Yeah?
You think
that's going to end well?
Know your place.
How come I haven't seen you
around here before, then?
- Been away.
- Where you been?
Army.
Shit. A real man, then.
Not like the pricks around here.
Where to?
Afghanistan.
Then hospital for a bit, then...
working around
the south east of England.
London, Kent, you know.
Were you hurt?
You don't have to answer that.
It's none of my business.
Well, if you ever want
to talk about it...
A problem shared and all that.
But you don't have to,
obviously.
Right, I better get on.
Do you want
to come back tomorrow?
Yeah. Okay.
See you tomorrow, then.
Same time.
I'm going to train triceps
tomorrow.
-Yeah.
-A few dips like you.
-Bench dip's easy.
-Smash it.
-Yes, I know!
-Yeah.
Smash it.
Look at him.
Good form.
He's gonna snap!
Oh, he's fallen, boys!
He's gone, boys!
-Oh, no, what a shame!
-Aww.
-Aw, want me to call your mum?
-Yeah, call your mum!
Go on. Hooray!
Hold that.
Oh, I would
fucking ruin that arse!
Oh-ho!
What was that?
What was what?
-What did you just say?
-I didn't say anything.
Well, I got rules about shit
like that.
Ooh, I'm scared, ooh!
Watch your fucking mouth.
You can't speak to me
-like that where I work, okay?
-Is that right?
Yeah, it is right.
Shut up man!
Cheeky fucking...!
What the...?
Mad.
Oh, fuck. I left my keys inside.
I'll catch you up.
You don't fucking ever get
to talk to me like that again!
Do you understand?! Yes?!
-I'm sorry!
-Good!
Fucking stupid bitch!
It's nothing, okay?
Just leave it.
Are you sure
you got the right p-place?
I swear to God, I will shoot you
in the fucking nose
if you don't stop moaning!
He'll be here, right?
I thought you said no guns,
like, I haven't got a gun!
I got a gun,
because I bought a gun.
You want a gun,
you go and buy a fucking gun.
Have you got a gun?
No, of course
I haven't got a fucking gun.
Nik, have you got a gun?
You don't know how to use a gun.
Yes, I do.
Where did you learn
how to use a gun?
Fucking... paintball!
At least if it goes tits, you'll
be able to paint your way out.
It's not going to go tits!
Stop going on about it,
fucking hell!
What type of gun is it?
Shut up!
Fuck's sake!
See? You've made everybody
all fucking jumpy now.
Well, go on, then.
Why me?
Why not you?
'Cause the boss
always stays in the fucking car.
To be fair, that is true.
Go on, Kev, man!
Nothing to worry about,
it's only a courier.
Go on!
Oh, fine! I'll do it.
Shut up. Let him go.
Come on. Go on!
Anybody doing anything later?
No.
Gary?
Gary.
No.
Yes, fucking good lad!
Well done!
Protein powder, see?
Fucking my idea.
-What are you doing?
-Got to test it, haven't I?
Could be a fucking tub
of baby powder, for all I know.
Let Tim test it.
He's the chemist.
He's got test tubes and shit.
Don't need a fucking test tube,
I've got my hooter.
What's it like?
It's pure
as the driven snow, man.
- Can I have some?
- Fuck off.
Come on now, wrap it up.
Chill out, man, fucking hell.
Right, come on. We're keeping
this at yours, by the way.
W-What if my mum finds it?
Don't put it in the fucking
biscuit tin and she won't!
Stick it under your bed
and forget about it
for a few days, right?
How come I get
all the sh-shit jobs, like?
Because there's a pecking order
and you're
at the fucking bottom!
Can I get a bit of petrol money?
Oh, fucking drive!
- Drive the car, Kevin!
- Just drive the car.
I don't have much money, boys,
and I'm right down on the red.
Little paintball prick!
Fucking drive it.
It's a high-performance
vehicle, okay?
It's not,
it's a fucking Yaris. Drive it.
It's turbo! I've had it souped!
- Go.
- Drive it.
Aww!
For fuck's sake,
you little stalling prick.
Fuck you, Tim.
Who the fuck are you?
Here it goes! That's right!
Vibing!
Monster vibe.
Come on, Joe Wicks!
Fucking go, pal!
Sorry, Mum!
Here we go.
Sorry this is all last-minute.
So this is the beautiful
and ever charming
Dwayne Roberts.
I think a few of you
know him already.
Local nightclub bouncer,
small-time crook.
Bit of a thug all round,
nasty piece of work.
He was found this morning
in the boot of his own
burnt-out car in Tongwyn Woods.
We've been to his house and,
from the state of the bathroom,
it would appear
that he was killed there
before being driven
to the woods.
And from his remains,
it also appears that he was...
um, well, disassembled,
before being put in the car.
It's a bit of an Ikea job...
...if that makes sense.
We're missing his left hand.
That's out there somewhere.
Souvenir, maybe.
But as I said,
there's nothing on the car,
so whoever did this
wasn't messing about.
They knew what they were doing.
No prizes for guessing
who they are.
You know,
he was a nightclub bouncer.
And we know
that there's gangs selling
and distributing drugs
in the area.
Roberts had links
to the Llewellyn family
and in particular Joe Llewellyn.
I mean, it's a name
that comes up
time and time again.
Roberts was working
the door of Sin City,
a club belonging to Llewellyn,
the day before he was killed.
So let's look at that.
Yeah? Lean on him,
let him know
that we're there. Okay?
Let's get cracking.
And good luck, everybody,
and stay safe.
Please? No heroics.
You.
All right, I mean that.
Thanks, everyone.
Stanton?
I mentioned
Detective Patch, didn't I?
-Yeah.
-Show her where everything is,
look after her.
Sorry it's all
a bit short notice.
We'll catch up properly
later, all right?
Not as fucking scary
as he looks!
There you go.
So.
Arning mentioned
a serial killer.
Yeah.
You think your boy's
responsible for this?
-That's why I'm here.
-Oh, Christ.
Is that funny?
No.
But I knew Roberts.
There's a lot like him
around here.
There always
come unstuck in the end.
- Is that what this is, then?
- Yeah.
He pissed someone off...
they made an example of him.
-Who's they?
-Oh, take your pick.
I'd imagine either Lotan Broja
of the Helba gang,
or Alexis Duka
of the Black Starz.
They're the big guns.
It's not their style.
They wouldn't have wasted
the time and effort
on a thug like Roberts.
- Is that so?
- Yeah.
I know how gangs operate.
It's called criminology.
It's a behavioural science.
Mm.
All right. Well...
I'm not a scientist.
I'm a copper.
And I'm telling you,
whoever did this
is fucking long gone.
Do you want to know anything
about my investigation?
Ah! Arning briefed me.
Briefly.
I'm glad the Met's got money
to burn on wild goose chases.
I'm just telling you
how it is, love.
Simple as that.
Simple as that.
And don't call me "love",
by the way, it's not the '80s.
Okay, love.
You do what you want to do,
but I am going
to investigate this murder,
which, statistically...
will go unsolved,
just like all the others.
But, you know, enjoy the scenery
while you're here.
There's some lovely beach walks.
And, well,
if you're into coal mining,
there is a cracking little
museum in Pontypool.
They fucking butchered him
and burnt the rest!
-Where's the gear?
-It's under my bed.
Well, don't start panicking
or we're fucked.
I'm getting rid of it.
You're not getting rid
of anything, Kevin.
Keep it at your house, then!
If they went round his house,
who's to say they're not going
to come round mine?
Stop.
Oh, we're all fucking dead!
Nobody's dead, Kevin.
Well, Dwayne is fucking dead!
And we've only had it
five minutes,
so, if it's all the same to you,
I want it out
of my fucking house!
-We don't know that.
-Bit of a fucking coincidence!
Look just try to act normal
and we'll meet up later, okay?
What, like nothing happened?
Exactly that.
How come you're so calm?
Because what has happened
has happened.
I just need
to think of a plan, don't I?
Well, I got a plan.
Let's dump it!
It was Dwayne's idea
and Dwayne's dead,
so I don't understand why
we're still carrying on with it!
Because
we've inherited the debt.
Morris needs his money.
-Who put you in charge?
-Well, somebody has to be.
Kevin! I need
my fucking bag emptying!
I'm coming, Mum!
Kevin, don't do anything stupid,
if that's possible,
and I'll call you
tomorrow, okay?
And stay off the phone.
No e-mails
and no messages, okay?
Yes, I know how
my fucking phone works!
- Katrina Jones?
- Yeah?
I'm Detective Stanton.
I'm investigating the murder
of Dwayne Roberts.
You knew him?
In passing.
Thought
he came in here most days.
Yeah.
This is Joe Llewellyn's
place, right?
Yeah.
Roberts worked
for Llewellyn too.
A lot of people work for Joe.
But you know
that Roberts worked
in one of Llewellyn's clubs,
right?
Yeah, I guess.
Good boss? Llewellyn?
Hardly ever see him.
This place runs itself.
No help?
Bit of cleaning, here and there.
I'm Detective Patch, by the way.
What happened to your face?
Playing with my son.
At that age.
Hm. Just you two?
Did Roberts have any enemies
that you're aware of?
Anybody with a grudge?
All right, look,
I take the money and I clean up
after them, all right?
I don't have time for much else.
Did you ever see
Roberts selling drugs?
No.
Did Roberts
ever offer you any drugs?
-No.
-Did Llewellyn ever ask you
to sell drugs from here
and store anything?
- No.
- What about strangers?
New faces?
Anyone hanging around?
-No, no-one.
-There's a possible link
to two similar murders
in London.
All right, like I said,
I come into work
and then I go home
to my boy, all right?
So everything
was normal, yeah?
Yeah.
Got any CCTV?
It's broken.
Oh, funny that. Place like this.
You got a boyfriend?
What's that got to do
with anything?
Did you ever get involved
with any of the guys from here?
I wasn't fucking him...
if that's what you mean.
What about Llewellyn?
Oh, no,
he wasn't fucking him either.
-Where's Roberts' locker?
-No idea.
Well, okay, um...
I could go back
and get a warrant,
or you can show me where it is,
which is easier all round.
Saves me closing you down
for the rest of the day.
- Tell me when you're done.
- Mm-hm. Thank you.
Is that how
you get your kicks, is it?
Asking single mums
who they're fucking?
Oh, if you're offended,
I can always drop you
back at the railway station.
So you can go through
the motions, uninterrupted.
It's basic detective work.
Very fucking basic.
Am I supposed to give a fuck
what you think?
Yeah, you are, because
we're both on the same side.
I just happen to think
this murder was committed
by the same person responsible
for the two in my file.
So I'd ask you to respect
that line of investigation.
Yeah, I've seen your file.
It's empty.
You've got no witnesses,
no evidence.
The only thing
you have got is a hunch.
And in my book,
that's worth fuck all.
Right? So, go and talk
to forensics, do their heads in.
Okay? In the meantime,
if she's fucking someone,
I want to know about it
because it is relevant.
To a case you have
no intention of solving?
Yeah. Yeah, right.
When did you stop caring?
Was there a specific moment?
I don't know why
they sent you down here,
but do yourself a favour,
don't come down here
telling me what I am...
or what I am not.
Because you don't have
a fucking clue.
Here they are,
Crockett and Tubbs.
Who's your friend, John?
This is Detective Patch.
-You want a drink?
-No.
That's not like you, John.
We're here about Dwayne Roberts.
-That's nice.
-Do you know who killed him?
- No.
- Did you kill him?
Nope.
They did a proper job.
So I heard.
- Where were you last Tuesday?
- Here.
And what time did you leave?
- About three.
- After that?
-Straight to bed.
-With anybody?
- Yeah.
- Who?
Can't remember her name.
Lovely tits, though.
We've got CCTV footage
of you and Roberts
arguing outside the club.
What about?
-I don't know.
-You seemed very upset.
He said something
he shouldn't have.
-What?
-That's between me and him.
Yeah, but he's dead.
Then I guess you'll never know.
Then I guess that makes you
a person of interest!
Ooh!
Is that a hard-on I see, John?
Was Roberts dealing?
They're all up to no good, love.
-Too much time on their hands.
-Don't call me love.
Sensitive little thing,
aren't you?
Who, er, deals
in your clubs these days, Joe?
No, sorry.
I probably should say,
who is it that supplies
the drugs that get dealt
in your clubs these days, Joe?
As you well know, John,
we operate a strict
zero tolerance drug policy,
in accordance with the council
and the local police.
So, if it's drugs related,
it's got nothing to do
with anyone here.
We've also got footage
of two known members
of an Albanian gang,
the, er, Black Starz,
entering the club with Roberts?
I don't have eyes
in the back of my head.
They had a bag.
There's a cloakroom for bags.
Bags aren't illegal.
I just thought
there might be a link.
You know, two known criminals
entering the club with a bag.
Next thing, you and Roberts
arguing outside,
you see where
I'm going with this?
In 2018, a 15-year-old girl
OD'd in this place.
Her name was Dawn Stringer.
The ecstasy that she had taken
was traced back
to the Black Starz.
That's very sad...
but I'm not responsible
for every little slapper
who walks through that door.
They're kids, kids take drugs.
Sometimes they die.
You know that, John.
I blame the parents.
You have a duty of care.
I'm a businessman,
not a social worker.
You're a cunt, Joe.
Just like your dad.
I'd leave my dad
out of this, John.
He was good to you, remember?
Are we done?
We're done.
Love to the family, John.
Fuck!
Argh! Shit!
Fuck!
You okay?
Argh. Fuck!
- You all right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm so sorry about the shirt.
Can I give you some money?
It's okay.
Let me give you a lift?
It's fine. I'm not finished yet.
What have you done?
Fell over.
-Pissed?
-Running.
That's why I don't do exercise.
Yeah, it's really
working for you.
You going to let me
speak in this one?
Depends.
-Kevin Evans.
-Yeah?
Can we come in?
Kevin! Is that the pizzas?
No, Mum, it's the... p-police.
What the fuck
do they want?!
It's... It's not a good time.
We need to ask you some
questions about Dwayne Roberts.
Sit down, if you want.
Er, no, you're all right.
What's wrong with your mum?
She's... She's big.
She's waiting for her operation.
-Likes her food?
-It's how she copes.
With what?
Having a drug dealer for a son?
I'm... I'm not a d-drug dealer.
You're getting
a bit of a sweat on there, Kev.
You have a big night,
last night?
It's a lot to t-take in, innit?
There's nothing
you want to tell us, is there?
No.
There's no point
protecting him, he's dead.
I'd be shitting myself
if I were you, Kevin.
-Why?
-Because you're next.
Says who?
Things we're hearing.
People who know.
- You... You're talking shit.
- Really?
This is big boy stuff, Kevin.
Roberts crossed
some very dangerous people.
When was the last time
you saw Roberts alive?
The day it happened.
- Where?
- In the gym.
And everything was normal?
He didn't say
he was meeting anybody,
-going anywhere?
-No.
And neither of you
were working that night?
No.
So the two of you weren't
doing anything together?
-No.
-I thought you were best mates?
I've got lots of mates.
- Is that right?
- Yeah.
But Roberts was special,
wasn't he?
What were you doing
the night Roberts was killed?
After you saw him in the gym?
I was here.
What,
not with your other mates?
No.
- Witnesses?
- My mum.
-And what did you do?
-Just... watched some telly.
What, in her room?
I was in here
and she was in there.
And what did you watch?
W-Whatever's on on Tuesday.
G-Gogglebox.
I dunno. Does it matter?
- If you're lying.
- Mum!
What?!
Where was I last Tuesday?
Fuck knows!
In the evening, you do!
Oh, yeah, you was here.
-See?
-Cast iron alibi.
Come on. What was Roberts up to?
I don't know.
What about the argument
between him and Llewellyn?
- What argument?
- Outside the club.
We saw you on the CCTV.
You were standing
right next to them.
-Do they argue often, then?
-Don't know.
Two men from a gang
known locally as the Black Starz
had just been in the club.
Heard of the Black Starz?
- No.
- What about Lotan Broja
and the Helba gang?
You heard of them?
No.
I'm going
to level with you, Kevin.
If you're involved -
and I suspect you are -
you need to tell us,
so we can help keep
all your arms and legs attached.
But if you keep lying to us,
there's not much we can do.
They'll come for you
and they'll do to you
what they did to Roberts.
Show him the photo.
That's what Roberts looked like
after 3 hours at 1,000 degrees.
So let's have another go,
shall we?
Is Llewellyn involved?
Was he working
on something with Roberts?
Quick, Kevin, think,
because the clock is ticking.
Dwayne said he had people
after him for money.
- Who?
- Family courts, credit cards.
Barclaycard don't
normally decapitate people.
Was Roberts going into business
with Llewellyn
or was he trying
something by himself?
- That's all I know.
- What, seriously?
You're going to protect a man
who would
happily watch you burn?
I don't know anything!
Cut the shit now, Kevin.
Was Roberts getting paid
- to let dealers in the club?
- I don't know.
-Were you?
-No!
You just stood in the cold,
beating up drunks?
He thought
they were mugging him off!
-Who?
-The Albanians.
And that pissed him off?
It'd piss you off, wouldn't it?
You know what I think, Kevin?
I think that Dwayne
wanted a shot
at being a big-time drug dealer
and they found out.
And morons like Roberts
need other morons.
Morons like you. Mega-morons.
And because you're a mega-moron,
they will track you down
in the blink of a fucking eye.
And who's going to wipe
your mum's arse then, eh?
Think about that.
- Llewellyn threatened him.
- Why?
- I don't know.
- What did he say?
T-That...
That it wouldn't end well.
Do you think Llewellyn
had anything to do
with the murder
of Dwayne Roberts?
- No.
- Why not?
Well, he said things
like that all the time.
It's fucking Joe, isn't it?
He's a cunt.
Everyone knows he's a cunt.
Kevin!
Pizza's here at fucking last!
Feeding time at the zoo.
We'll leave you to it.
But you just have a think.
If anything comes back to you...
give us a call.
And remember,
the clock is ticking.
If I was you...
I wouldn't open the door
to strangers.
Where's
the fucking food, Kevin?!
- It's here, Mum.
- Stuffed crust?
Yeah.
And a cheesy garlic bread?
Yes, Mum!
Well,
fucking hurry up, then!
Come on, push!
Lift it! Lift it!
What's wrong with you?
Lift it!
It's been good having you here.
It's too much for one person.
Do you miss it? The Army?
Do you ever see any of them?
The guys in your... What is it?
Platoon?
Yeah.
Er, no. Not really.
Have you got anyone
looking after you?
No.
'Cause I was thinking,
maybe you could come over
for some dinner.
I do a mean
fish fingers and chips.
You could bring your laundry,
if you like,
I'll wash it for you.
Okay.
We're either
all gonna fucking die
or we're all going to prison.
I'd rather go to prison.
Nobody's going anywhere, Kevin.
Now, what did you tell them?
Nothing.
What did they want to know?
Just where I was and what him
and Joe were arguing about.
So what did you say, Kevin?
Just that he was fucked off.
Fucked off about what?
At the Albanians
making all the money.
-And you told them that?
-Yeah.
You're a fucking moron.
Well, they already knew!
They're not stupid!
They've got intelligence!
A damn sight more
than you've got.
They played you, Kev,
that's what they do.
Now they're going
to be hanging around.
-Good!
-Good?
Yeah, we might just
make it through this alive
with them in the background!
We've got two keys
of gear to shift!
Well, you can have your g-gear
back, I don't want it.
You're not walking away.
We're one man down, that's all.
We have to knock this stuff out
as quickly as possible.
Well, I just say we sell it
for what we paid for it,
in one lump
and just be done with it.
They killed Dwayne...
and we can't let that go.
What the fuck
are you talking about?
We're going to show them
that we're not scared.
Well, I fucking am,
I'm fucking shitting myself!
And you are, Gary, aren't you?
What?
You're scared, Gary, aren't you?
Quite scared, yeah.
Well,
it's all been arranged.
Tit for tat.
Alexis for Dwayne.
Alexis, are you fucking mad?
Who's going to pay for that?
We are, out of the profits.
What p-profits? We haven't
fucking sold anything!
Well, get on with it, then.
And when they find out it's us?
Then we're going
to kill them, too.
And that'll make us top boys.
Top boys?!
There's only four of us!
And Tim works part-time
in fucking Boots!
We were just meant
to be knocking out some gear.
"Easy money,"
Dwayne said. "Easy peasy."
And that's exactly
what it's going to be.
We're going to take the gear
to Gary's and cut it.
-Think you can manage that?
-Don't you fucking dare.
Dwayne's dead
because somebody
opened their mouth!
I didn't say a fucking word!
You've always wanted
to be in charge.
I reckon it was you!
He's always thought he was
better than us, hasn't he?
I reckon he's working with him.
You are making yourself sound
more stupid than normal, Kevin.
-Fuck this.
-Where are you going?
My m-mum needs me in the house.
What, she's run out
of custard creams?
Fuck you!
Kevin! Please.
You need to stop
this paranoia shit.
Go to your mum's.
Okay?
And then tomorrow,
bring the gear to Gary's.
We can do this.
Come on.
What time?
Seven.
In the morning of the afternoon?
Seven in the evening.
There isn't a seven
in the afternoon.
Do you need to write it down?
I can remember
fucking seven, all right?
You better go too, Gaz.
Go and get things ready.
Gaz!
How?
I don't know, clean
the fucking scales or something,
just get things moving!
Don't do that
looking-down thing, Tim.
- I'm not.
- You are.
And you're thinking something.
They found out, somehow.
Dwayne's got a big mouth.
Kevin doesn't shut the fuck up.
As long as it wasn't you.
If it was me, Tim,
I wouldn't be negotiating
with a hit man, now, would I?
Now shut up
and tell me you believe me.
I do.
But once we cross that line,
there's no going back again.
We've already
crossed that line, Tim.
We're in charge.
You and me.
All right?
Oh, that's fucking beautiful.
Brush them properly, please.
Right, back ones, please.
I'm not doing this with you
every night, all right?
Let's have a look.
Good boy.
It's getting late,
so say goodnight to Sean.
-Goodnight, Sean.
-Good night.
All right, come on.
Won't be long.
Right. That's done.
Shit!
Are you sure
I can't get you a drink?
I'm okay.
Well, he likes you.
I can tell.
When I win the lottery,
I'm going to get him away
from all this shit.
He deserves better.
We all do.
Junkies and crack houses
everywhere.
Why don't you have a drink?
You'll feel better.
I don't like it.
You're not like
most blokes, are you?
It's nice seeing you...
away from work, I mean.
Is it nice to see me?
Yeah.
Well, maybe tell your face that!
Now, that's better!
Look at that smile.
Okay.
Well, come on, then.
Tell me about yourself.
Okay.
I'll go first, shall I? Um...
Well, it's really exciting.
It's proper fairy tale stuff.
I, uh, was born here.
I went to school here.
I met a violent drunk
who pissed off
when Ryan was one.
And here I am,
in my luxury
penthouse apartment,
staring up at the stars.
Dreams really do come true.
You don't say much, do you?
It's all that war stuff,
isn't it?
Swirling around in there.
You've got to let it go, Sean.
I was going missing for days,
leaving the kids with my mum and
just fucking disappearing, like.
Waking up in strange places,
covered in piss and all that.
Stealing.
Shoplifting.
Anything for money, really.
But still, I didn't think
I'd done nothing wrong.
I was just having fun, like.
I'd had Jasmine young, see,
and I'd missed out
on a lot of stuff.
So in my head, I was just
making up for lost time,
because they were older.
But really,
I was just a fucking pisshead
who abandoned my kids
because of booze.
And all the other stuff
was just...
bullshit, to justify to myself.
I mean, there were times
when I thought my fucking liver
was going to fall out
of my fucking arsehole.
Literally.
Do you know
what I mean, Jean? Huh?
I could have carried on
pissing it up...
but I didn't.
I asked for help.
And God answered that call
and he brought me here
and I was fucking saved, like!
And that's why I come here,
to these rooms,
and do these steps.
It's given me
my fucking life back.
Yeah.
Cheers.
Not as glamorous
as your London meetings, I bet.
There's nothing glamorous
about the meetings I go to.
No? I thought
they were all film stars
and celebrities and stuff.
Not in Mile End, it isn't.
Same bullshit wherever you go.
Just listening
to a load of boring drunks
who've had the most interesting
thing about them taken away.
Why do you go, then?
Because I live
in constant fear of myself.
Is that why you've been
such an arsehole?
No, that's because I've got you
in my face every day,
telling me how to do my job.
Telling you
how I want to do my job,
but you can't handle that.
Do you have
a problem with women?
Not since my divorce.
Is this where you tell me
your little sob story?
Not unless you want me to.
Nah, not really.
So how long have you been going?
Six months.
Oh! All shiny and new.
You?
Been going
for a good few years now.
It does get easier.
Thank fuck for that.
You married?
Separated.
Is he in the job?
She.
No, she isn't.
Christ, relationships
are complicated enough
with one woman in.
So this divorce of yours.
Nothing to do with you, then?
It was to do
with a lot of things.
Just none of it your fault.
You really
don't like me, do you?
What's your name?
Sarah.
Tell me, Sarah...
have you ever lost everything?
In one go.
Your whole life gone.
When I was a young copper,
there was a wall, in town,
about, I dunno,
four or five feet high,
and the local kids
used to sit on the top
and rob the bricks and...
...and bung them
at passing cars.
Oh, it was a fucking pain
in my arse.
Not bad kids, like,
just fuck all else
to do round here.
And, er, Joe's old man,
he owned a pub
not far from here,
and he used to let the kids in,
hang about, all day.
Drinking underage,
smoking spliff.
And we looked the other way.
We let him, because
when they were in there,
they weren't out in the streets,
they weren't in our hair.
Anyway...
Joe's old man retires,
fucks off to Spain
and Joe took over the pub.
But Joe was ambitious, see.
Greedy.
He was never
going to be satisfied
with selling a bit
of spliff on the side, so...
the drugs got harder...
and the profits got bigger.
Joe bought his first club...
and started arranging
parties for the kids.
That's my daughter.
She went to one of Joe's parties
and she never came home.
I'm sorry.
Ten years later,
the kids are still dying.
He's buying up half the town
off the back of it, and I'm...
I'm left wondering
about the life
my daughter will never have.
You see, I should have
protected her, I should have...
kept her safe, but I didn't.
I let him in.
Gave him room.
I turned a blind eye.
And so I go to meetings,
I drink too much coffee
and I try not to fall apart,
but I'm stuck because...
I still don't know
how to stop him.
But I promised her I wouldn't
give up, and I won't.
And one day he'll fuck up.
And I'll be waiting.
Hi, it's me.
I was thinking
about you, that's all.
I just wanted
to see how you are.
Fine. Yeah. I'm in Wales,
actually, believe it or not.
Pretty exotic, yeah.
It's in the 90s, most days.
Yeah.
No, it's really not.
No, nothing like that.
Just work. Sadly.
How are you?
I know we did.
Yeah, I know we did,
Kate, I know,
but I'm on my own and it's...
Yeah, I know. But...
Can you not speak over me?
I just wanted to hear you.
But that's what friends do,
isn't it, support one another?
Because I'm really fucking
struggling and I miss you.
Don't you miss me?
Don't tell me how to feel.
You always do that.
I phoned to apologise.
For everything.
Okay.
I won't care about you.
I won't think about you.
Okay, fine! Just...
You all right?
No.
Come on.
Let's get you home.
I want Lotan dead.
Him and the rest of them!
Every single one of those Helba
fucking motherfuckers!
We let them work alongside us!
We gave them chances!
Never, ever did we
raise a finger to them
when we could have crushed them
like fucking spiders!
You know what they
did to him? Do you?
Fucking answer me!
No.
- You?
- No.
They cut his fucking legs off!
They cut his fucking arms off!
And his fucking your head off!
Like a pig!
So now...
we kill them like pigs.
No guns.
No quick and painless.
Slow and painful,
as the blood drains
from their fucking bodies!
I want them to die in terror
with my brother's name
the last thing they hear.
Lotan!
You hear me?
Cut out his fucking heart
and send it to his wife!
Nail him to a tree,
then burn him!
I don't care
and I don't care who knows!
You going to be long?
Oi! I'm talking to you.
Are you fucking deaf?
Have you got a fucking problem?
Who the fuck are you?
I'm no-one.
Exactly.
Clean that up.
There's a good boy.
Got your food, mate.
- Didn't order any.
- Well, someone did.
I thought
you might be hungry.
Sat out there all night.
Look, this has
got to stop, John.
I'm just not into
fat, old detectives.
He doesn't look like a man
with much to hide.
Never does.
Right.
Gary!
Gary, I know you're in there!
For fuck's sake!
Gary?
I know you're in there,
I can hear your phone ringing,
you stupid cunt!
Gary!
You better not be in there
with that slut,
I'm warning you!
Open the fucking door!
Gary!
Answer the door!
Gary!
Who the fuck are you?!
-I'm a mate of Gary's.
-Where the fuck is he, then?!
He's in the bathroom.
I'm at Gary's.
He's not here.
I only just spoke to him.
He said he was waiting for you.
Well, I'm stood by his door
like a fucking twat
and he's not f-fucking in!
Are the lights on?
-No.
-Have you called him?
Yeah.
Well, maybe he didn't hear you!
I can't ring louder, can I?
Look, try again
and call me back.
Gary?
Gary!
Fuck's sake.
He's fucking dead!
And there's still someone there!
Are you winding me up?
- Am I fuck!
- Still got the gear?
- That's all that matters.
- Course I have.
Well, then go straight home,
put it under your bed,
lock the door and wait.
And wait for what,
for them to come ch-chop me up?
Oh, fuck!
Kevin, listen to me, okay?
Calm down and go home.
This is bullshit!
Just do as I say, Kevin,
okay, and you'll be fine.
Fuck you, you don't know that!
They're coming for us!
And there's fuck all
we can do about it!
Is anyone there?
I've got a gun,
I'll fucking shoot!
Who are you
talking to, Kevin?
No-one, Mum, go back to sleep.
- Who's got a gun?
- No-one.
- Better not be you!
- It isn't!
I'm fucking starving!
Just shut the fuck up
and go back to sleep, Mum!
Hey, it's not some
fucking dirty slag, is it?
I'm on my own.
I'll be a good gangster.
Gangsters d-don't stu...
don't stutter, pal.
Gotta l-lose...
Gotta lose that...
fucking...!
Tim,
open the door, it's me.
What the fuck's going on?
I'm getting out of here.
-No, you're not.
-I am.
I'm sorry.
We are out of our depth, here.
They're killing us, one by one.
How many fucking times we got
to have this conversation?
This was about a bit of
fast money and then getting out,
not killing people!
Fuck Kevin.
Yeah, they'll either
catch him and kill him
or he'll get nicked
with the money.
Either way, we are out of it.
Come on, please.
We can be in Malaga...
in two hours.
Just you and me.
No more hiding.
No more pretending.
With what, Tim?
I'll get a job in a fucking bar
or something.
No.
Well, I'm going, so...
You're not, okay?
Things are different.
We can run things properly.
We can turn this
into a business.
I don't want to be
a fucking drug dealer, thanks!
And I don't want to be
the fucking boyfriend of one.
Well, it's too late for that,
now do as you're fucking told!
Unpack your stuff.
If you want to stay
and play gangsters, yeah,
you can do it on your own.
Unpack your fucking stuff!
Who the fuck are you?
If you want to stay, stay,
but I am going to Spain.
Don't disobey me, Tim!
Look, get your hands off me,
right, or I'll go
to the police myself.
I'm frightened, Nik.
I'm not involved! Yeah?
So I'm not getting sliced up
over something
that I haven't done.
You are involved, Tim.
I was just there for you.
You are an accessory!
Fine.
Then I'll turn myself in
as an accessory.
You'd do that?
You'd grass me up, would you?
Ruin everything,
after all I've done for you?
Yeah! Yeah, I would, yeah.
And I'll tell them you're
a fucking poof and all, yeah?
So, unless you want
all of that, let me go.
- Hello?
- I've got another job for you.
- When?
- As soon as possible.
Hey.
Aren't you going to say hello?
Shall we get a cup of tea?
I better be
getting on with this.
Okay.
I think you better go.
I can't afford
to be mucked around
and I've got Ryan
to think about.
There's a bit extra in there.
You better go.
Excuse me, lads.
Any of you lot
order a meat feast?
- Kevin!
- What?
Find me crisps!
Get them yourself,
you lazy bitch!
Do what you're fucking told!
Do what I'm fucking told!
You're
a proper gangster now, mate.
Go and get it sorted.
Nik!
Tell me where you are,
Kevin, I need the bag.
I'm gonna get this shit sorted!
I'm showing what I'm made of!
I'm a proper gangster now!
-Tell me where you are, Kevin.
-You don't care about me.
You just care about the gear!
Dwayne loves me!
I do care about you, okay?
I just don't want you
to get hurt.
I'm going to the launderette.
Do not go
to the launderette, Kevin.
Stay exactly where you are.
Listen to me, Kevin,
I can be there in a few minutes.
Okay? Just tell me
where you are. Kevin!
-Kevin!
-Proper gangster now.
True life.
Yeah.
It's easy,
Easy peasy,
lemon fucking squeezy, mate.
Lemon squeezy.
He loves me.
I'm a real fucking gangster now
I've got a gun,
I've got my own gun.
This ain't paintball,
it's the real fucking deal.
Yeah.
I'm good enough.
I'm a grown-up.
And she's dead.
I'm a fucking gangster now.
I'm in charge.
I'm gonna make my own
fucking decisions.
I'm the boss.
Look at my fucking gun!
He loves me.
Armed police!
Put your weapon down.
He fucking loves me!
You can't have that.
That doesn't belong to me.
Do yourself a favour.
Walk out of here
while you still can.
You have no idea what this is.
Go and rob an offie.
What the fuck is that?
It's a hand.
Where'd you find it?
On the end of your mate's arm.
You.
You.
Not them.
Who's them?
This is not my money.
This money
belongs to somebody else.
And if you take it,
you are a dead man.
So I'm giving you a way out.
I don't want a way out.
You can have the money,
okay, you just...
you just can't have
this... money.
This needs
to go to somebody else.
And if you take it,
he will come after you.
Okay?
Give me a few days.
I'll get you more money.
Okay?
As much as you want, I...
I promise.
Kneel down.
Come on.
Just kneel.
Take the money.
Have it.
I've already got it.
What's going on?
I got a message
from Tech, right?
Roberts' phone pinged a mast
near Neybridge on the 13th.
And then last night,
we had a report of an incident
in a derelict shop nearby.
What are you thinking?
Well, it weren't fucking
Roberts, that's for sure.
I don't know, maybe some junkie
picked up his phone.
Or it could be our boy.
They're running a check
on the shop
and there's a firearms team
on the way.
-You set?
-Yeah.
-Armed police!
-Armed police!
Armed police!
-Clear!
-Clear!
-Someone's been here.
-Fuck!
Open the freezer.
Well, don't just
fucking stand there,
do what she says!
John?
Yes.
The shop.
It's registered
to Joseph Llewellyn.
We got the fucker.
What do you want, John?
We've been rooting around
in your freezer, Joe.
What the fuck are you
talking about?
Joseph Andrew Llewellyn,
I am arresting you
on suspicion of conspiracy
to murder Dwayne Roberts.
You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm
your defence if you fail
to mention, when questioned,
something which
you later rely on in court.
Get some
fucking trousers on, Joe.
Hey!
I don't even fucking know...!
Where the fuck
are you two going?
Hey! Fuck off!
Ryan, come on, breakfast!
What brings you
down this way, then?
I've been away for a while.
-Working?
-Army.
Good lad.
Welcome home.
Where are you staying?
I dunno yet.
I'll find somewhere.
I've got some sandwiches there,
if you want 'em, like.
Cheese and ham.
Went to the cafe at lunchtime.
Don't tell the missus, mind.
Supposed to be saving.
Having another baby, see.
Didn't plan this one.
Got two already.
Got arseholed at a quiz-night
and wallop!
But there we are.
You enjoying them, then?
Yeah.
You fill your boots.
Oi!
Here we are, with my
little platoon of gayboys!
Oh, look, and here's the biggest
fucking gayboy of the lot.
Say hello, gayboy!
Come on, smile, gayboy!
Can I help you, love?
How much is it?
It's four quid a day,
ten quid a week.
20 quid for the month.
Bloody hell!
You empty your piggy bank?
Right, go on.
You can owe me the rest.
Two. Three.
- Keep it straight.
- Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven!
Eight! Yes!
Shut up, Kevin, man!
Fuck's sake!
I don't need
both of you, all right?
Switch it, come on.
Switch it!
Lift it.
Too fucking heavy for you?
You fucking pussy! Lift it!
Come on!
Come on.
Fucking mug!
Hey! Excuse me?
I was just thinking,
if you're that skint, like,
you could do a few hours here.
Just some cleaning and stuff,
if it helps you out.
Yeah, okay.
Good. Well, come down
tomorrow about seven,
I'll get you started.
What's your name?
Sean.
Right.
See you tomorrow, then, Sean.
In you go.
- All right, l-l-ladies.
- Hello.
-Hi, Dwayne!
-Have a nice night, girls.
Just mention my name.
Stop. Stop.
Follow me, boys.
Give me a minute.
Two minutes, lads.
Gentlemen!
Come in, come in. Sit down.
Sit down.
How's business?
You busy?
-Yes. Very.
-Good. Good.
How's Alexis? I never see him.
He's also very busy.
Well, I know that.
We're keeping him busy.
Keeping each other busy.
Let's get to it.
That is for...
you.
Thank you.
Whoa!
Manners!
This is the good stuff.
None of that street shit.
Yeah. Eh?
Get that down you. Nice.
One for me.
Why not?
Oh, yeah!
We're good? Yeah?
Great.
Cheers, gents.
See you soon, yeah?
Tell Gavin I need him up here.
Is there a problem?
No.
Well, go on, then.
Off you fuck.
Oi!
Hey!
You work for me.
Remember?
Who I work with
is no concern of yours,
so if you don't like it,
you can fuck off.
Yeah?
You think
that's going to end well?
Know your place.
How come I haven't seen you
around here before, then?
- Been away.
- Where you been?
Army.
Shit. A real man, then.
Not like the pricks around here.
Where to?
Afghanistan.
Then hospital for a bit, then...
working around
the south east of England.
London, Kent, you know.
Were you hurt?
You don't have to answer that.
It's none of my business.
Well, if you ever want
to talk about it...
A problem shared and all that.
But you don't have to,
obviously.
Right, I better get on.
Do you want
to come back tomorrow?
Yeah. Okay.
See you tomorrow, then.
Same time.
I'm going to train triceps
tomorrow.
-Yeah.
-A few dips like you.
-Bench dip's easy.
-Smash it.
-Yes, I know!
-Yeah.
Smash it.
Look at him.
Good form.
He's gonna snap!
Oh, he's fallen, boys!
He's gone, boys!
-Oh, no, what a shame!
-Aww.
-Aw, want me to call your mum?
-Yeah, call your mum!
Go on. Hooray!
Hold that.
Oh, I would
fucking ruin that arse!
Oh-ho!
What was that?
What was what?
-What did you just say?
-I didn't say anything.
Well, I got rules about shit
like that.
Ooh, I'm scared, ooh!
Watch your fucking mouth.
You can't speak to me
-like that where I work, okay?
-Is that right?
Yeah, it is right.
Shut up man!
Cheeky fucking...!
What the...?
Mad.
Oh, fuck. I left my keys inside.
I'll catch you up.
You don't fucking ever get
to talk to me like that again!
Do you understand?! Yes?!
-I'm sorry!
-Good!
Fucking stupid bitch!
It's nothing, okay?
Just leave it.
Are you sure
you got the right p-place?
I swear to God, I will shoot you
in the fucking nose
if you don't stop moaning!
He'll be here, right?
I thought you said no guns,
like, I haven't got a gun!
I got a gun,
because I bought a gun.
You want a gun,
you go and buy a fucking gun.
Have you got a gun?
No, of course
I haven't got a fucking gun.
Nik, have you got a gun?
You don't know how to use a gun.
Yes, I do.
Where did you learn
how to use a gun?
Fucking... paintball!
At least if it goes tits, you'll
be able to paint your way out.
It's not going to go tits!
Stop going on about it,
fucking hell!
What type of gun is it?
Shut up!
Fuck's sake!
See? You've made everybody
all fucking jumpy now.
Well, go on, then.
Why me?
Why not you?
'Cause the boss
always stays in the fucking car.
To be fair, that is true.
Go on, Kev, man!
Nothing to worry about,
it's only a courier.
Go on!
Oh, fine! I'll do it.
Shut up. Let him go.
Come on. Go on!
Anybody doing anything later?
No.
Gary?
Gary.
No.
Yes, fucking good lad!
Well done!
Protein powder, see?
Fucking my idea.
-What are you doing?
-Got to test it, haven't I?
Could be a fucking tub
of baby powder, for all I know.
Let Tim test it.
He's the chemist.
He's got test tubes and shit.
Don't need a fucking test tube,
I've got my hooter.
What's it like?
It's pure
as the driven snow, man.
- Can I have some?
- Fuck off.
Come on now, wrap it up.
Chill out, man, fucking hell.
Right, come on. We're keeping
this at yours, by the way.
W-What if my mum finds it?
Don't put it in the fucking
biscuit tin and she won't!
Stick it under your bed
and forget about it
for a few days, right?
How come I get
all the sh-shit jobs, like?
Because there's a pecking order
and you're
at the fucking bottom!
Can I get a bit of petrol money?
Oh, fucking drive!
- Drive the car, Kevin!
- Just drive the car.
I don't have much money, boys,
and I'm right down on the red.
Little paintball prick!
Fucking drive it.
It's a high-performance
vehicle, okay?
It's not,
it's a fucking Yaris. Drive it.
It's turbo! I've had it souped!
- Go.
- Drive it.
Aww!
For fuck's sake,
you little stalling prick.
Fuck you, Tim.
Who the fuck are you?
Here it goes! That's right!
Vibing!
Monster vibe.
Come on, Joe Wicks!
Fucking go, pal!
Sorry, Mum!
Here we go.
Sorry this is all last-minute.
So this is the beautiful
and ever charming
Dwayne Roberts.
I think a few of you
know him already.
Local nightclub bouncer,
small-time crook.
Bit of a thug all round,
nasty piece of work.
He was found this morning
in the boot of his own
burnt-out car in Tongwyn Woods.
We've been to his house and,
from the state of the bathroom,
it would appear
that he was killed there
before being driven
to the woods.
And from his remains,
it also appears that he was...
um, well, disassembled,
before being put in the car.
It's a bit of an Ikea job...
...if that makes sense.
We're missing his left hand.
That's out there somewhere.
Souvenir, maybe.
But as I said,
there's nothing on the car,
so whoever did this
wasn't messing about.
They knew what they were doing.
No prizes for guessing
who they are.
You know,
he was a nightclub bouncer.
And we know
that there's gangs selling
and distributing drugs
in the area.
Roberts had links
to the Llewellyn family
and in particular Joe Llewellyn.
I mean, it's a name
that comes up
time and time again.
Roberts was working
the door of Sin City,
a club belonging to Llewellyn,
the day before he was killed.
So let's look at that.
Yeah? Lean on him,
let him know
that we're there. Okay?
Let's get cracking.
And good luck, everybody,
and stay safe.
Please? No heroics.
You.
All right, I mean that.
Thanks, everyone.
Stanton?
I mentioned
Detective Patch, didn't I?
-Yeah.
-Show her where everything is,
look after her.
Sorry it's all
a bit short notice.
We'll catch up properly
later, all right?
Not as fucking scary
as he looks!
There you go.
So.
Arning mentioned
a serial killer.
Yeah.
You think your boy's
responsible for this?
-That's why I'm here.
-Oh, Christ.
Is that funny?
No.
But I knew Roberts.
There's a lot like him
around here.
There always
come unstuck in the end.
- Is that what this is, then?
- Yeah.
He pissed someone off...
they made an example of him.
-Who's they?
-Oh, take your pick.
I'd imagine either Lotan Broja
of the Helba gang,
or Alexis Duka
of the Black Starz.
They're the big guns.
It's not their style.
They wouldn't have wasted
the time and effort
on a thug like Roberts.
- Is that so?
- Yeah.
I know how gangs operate.
It's called criminology.
It's a behavioural science.
Mm.
All right. Well...
I'm not a scientist.
I'm a copper.
And I'm telling you,
whoever did this
is fucking long gone.
Do you want to know anything
about my investigation?
Ah! Arning briefed me.
Briefly.
I'm glad the Met's got money
to burn on wild goose chases.
I'm just telling you
how it is, love.
Simple as that.
Simple as that.
And don't call me "love",
by the way, it's not the '80s.
Okay, love.
You do what you want to do,
but I am going
to investigate this murder,
which, statistically...
will go unsolved,
just like all the others.
But, you know, enjoy the scenery
while you're here.
There's some lovely beach walks.
And, well,
if you're into coal mining,
there is a cracking little
museum in Pontypool.
They fucking butchered him
and burnt the rest!
-Where's the gear?
-It's under my bed.
Well, don't start panicking
or we're fucked.
I'm getting rid of it.
You're not getting rid
of anything, Kevin.
Keep it at your house, then!
If they went round his house,
who's to say they're not going
to come round mine?
Stop.
Oh, we're all fucking dead!
Nobody's dead, Kevin.
Well, Dwayne is fucking dead!
And we've only had it
five minutes,
so, if it's all the same to you,
I want it out
of my fucking house!
-We don't know that.
-Bit of a fucking coincidence!
Look just try to act normal
and we'll meet up later, okay?
What, like nothing happened?
Exactly that.
How come you're so calm?
Because what has happened
has happened.
I just need
to think of a plan, don't I?
Well, I got a plan.
Let's dump it!
It was Dwayne's idea
and Dwayne's dead,
so I don't understand why
we're still carrying on with it!
Because
we've inherited the debt.
Morris needs his money.
-Who put you in charge?
-Well, somebody has to be.
Kevin! I need
my fucking bag emptying!
I'm coming, Mum!
Kevin, don't do anything stupid,
if that's possible,
and I'll call you
tomorrow, okay?
And stay off the phone.
No e-mails
and no messages, okay?
Yes, I know how
my fucking phone works!
- Katrina Jones?
- Yeah?
I'm Detective Stanton.
I'm investigating the murder
of Dwayne Roberts.
You knew him?
In passing.
Thought
he came in here most days.
Yeah.
This is Joe Llewellyn's
place, right?
Yeah.
Roberts worked
for Llewellyn too.
A lot of people work for Joe.
But you know
that Roberts worked
in one of Llewellyn's clubs,
right?
Yeah, I guess.
Good boss? Llewellyn?
Hardly ever see him.
This place runs itself.
No help?
Bit of cleaning, here and there.
I'm Detective Patch, by the way.
What happened to your face?
Playing with my son.
At that age.
Hm. Just you two?
Did Roberts have any enemies
that you're aware of?
Anybody with a grudge?
All right, look,
I take the money and I clean up
after them, all right?
I don't have time for much else.
Did you ever see
Roberts selling drugs?
No.
Did Roberts
ever offer you any drugs?
-No.
-Did Llewellyn ever ask you
to sell drugs from here
and store anything?
- No.
- What about strangers?
New faces?
Anyone hanging around?
-No, no-one.
-There's a possible link
to two similar murders
in London.
All right, like I said,
I come into work
and then I go home
to my boy, all right?
So everything
was normal, yeah?
Yeah.
Got any CCTV?
It's broken.
Oh, funny that. Place like this.
You got a boyfriend?
What's that got to do
with anything?
Did you ever get involved
with any of the guys from here?
I wasn't fucking him...
if that's what you mean.
What about Llewellyn?
Oh, no,
he wasn't fucking him either.
-Where's Roberts' locker?
-No idea.
Well, okay, um...
I could go back
and get a warrant,
or you can show me where it is,
which is easier all round.
Saves me closing you down
for the rest of the day.
- Tell me when you're done.
- Mm-hm. Thank you.
Is that how
you get your kicks, is it?
Asking single mums
who they're fucking?
Oh, if you're offended,
I can always drop you
back at the railway station.
So you can go through
the motions, uninterrupted.
It's basic detective work.
Very fucking basic.
Am I supposed to give a fuck
what you think?
Yeah, you are, because
we're both on the same side.
I just happen to think
this murder was committed
by the same person responsible
for the two in my file.
So I'd ask you to respect
that line of investigation.
Yeah, I've seen your file.
It's empty.
You've got no witnesses,
no evidence.
The only thing
you have got is a hunch.
And in my book,
that's worth fuck all.
Right? So, go and talk
to forensics, do their heads in.
Okay? In the meantime,
if she's fucking someone,
I want to know about it
because it is relevant.
To a case you have
no intention of solving?
Yeah. Yeah, right.
When did you stop caring?
Was there a specific moment?
I don't know why
they sent you down here,
but do yourself a favour,
don't come down here
telling me what I am...
or what I am not.
Because you don't have
a fucking clue.
Here they are,
Crockett and Tubbs.
Who's your friend, John?
This is Detective Patch.
-You want a drink?
-No.
That's not like you, John.
We're here about Dwayne Roberts.
-That's nice.
-Do you know who killed him?
- No.
- Did you kill him?
Nope.
They did a proper job.
So I heard.
- Where were you last Tuesday?
- Here.
And what time did you leave?
- About three.
- After that?
-Straight to bed.
-With anybody?
- Yeah.
- Who?
Can't remember her name.
Lovely tits, though.
We've got CCTV footage
of you and Roberts
arguing outside the club.
What about?
-I don't know.
-You seemed very upset.
He said something
he shouldn't have.
-What?
-That's between me and him.
Yeah, but he's dead.
Then I guess you'll never know.
Then I guess that makes you
a person of interest!
Ooh!
Is that a hard-on I see, John?
Was Roberts dealing?
They're all up to no good, love.
-Too much time on their hands.
-Don't call me love.
Sensitive little thing,
aren't you?
Who, er, deals
in your clubs these days, Joe?
No, sorry.
I probably should say,
who is it that supplies
the drugs that get dealt
in your clubs these days, Joe?
As you well know, John,
we operate a strict
zero tolerance drug policy,
in accordance with the council
and the local police.
So, if it's drugs related,
it's got nothing to do
with anyone here.
We've also got footage
of two known members
of an Albanian gang,
the, er, Black Starz,
entering the club with Roberts?
I don't have eyes
in the back of my head.
They had a bag.
There's a cloakroom for bags.
Bags aren't illegal.
I just thought
there might be a link.
You know, two known criminals
entering the club with a bag.
Next thing, you and Roberts
arguing outside,
you see where
I'm going with this?
In 2018, a 15-year-old girl
OD'd in this place.
Her name was Dawn Stringer.
The ecstasy that she had taken
was traced back
to the Black Starz.
That's very sad...
but I'm not responsible
for every little slapper
who walks through that door.
They're kids, kids take drugs.
Sometimes they die.
You know that, John.
I blame the parents.
You have a duty of care.
I'm a businessman,
not a social worker.
You're a cunt, Joe.
Just like your dad.
I'd leave my dad
out of this, John.
He was good to you, remember?
Are we done?
We're done.
Love to the family, John.
Fuck!
Argh! Shit!
Fuck!
You okay?
Argh. Fuck!
- You all right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm so sorry about the shirt.
Can I give you some money?
It's okay.
Let me give you a lift?
It's fine. I'm not finished yet.
What have you done?
Fell over.
-Pissed?
-Running.
That's why I don't do exercise.
Yeah, it's really
working for you.
You going to let me
speak in this one?
Depends.
-Kevin Evans.
-Yeah?
Can we come in?
Kevin! Is that the pizzas?
No, Mum, it's the... p-police.
What the fuck
do they want?!
It's... It's not a good time.
We need to ask you some
questions about Dwayne Roberts.
Sit down, if you want.
Er, no, you're all right.
What's wrong with your mum?
She's... She's big.
She's waiting for her operation.
-Likes her food?
-It's how she copes.
With what?
Having a drug dealer for a son?
I'm... I'm not a d-drug dealer.
You're getting
a bit of a sweat on there, Kev.
You have a big night,
last night?
It's a lot to t-take in, innit?
There's nothing
you want to tell us, is there?
No.
There's no point
protecting him, he's dead.
I'd be shitting myself
if I were you, Kevin.
-Why?
-Because you're next.
Says who?
Things we're hearing.
People who know.
- You... You're talking shit.
- Really?
This is big boy stuff, Kevin.
Roberts crossed
some very dangerous people.
When was the last time
you saw Roberts alive?
The day it happened.
- Where?
- In the gym.
And everything was normal?
He didn't say
he was meeting anybody,
-going anywhere?
-No.
And neither of you
were working that night?
No.
So the two of you weren't
doing anything together?
-No.
-I thought you were best mates?
I've got lots of mates.
- Is that right?
- Yeah.
But Roberts was special,
wasn't he?
What were you doing
the night Roberts was killed?
After you saw him in the gym?
I was here.
What,
not with your other mates?
No.
- Witnesses?
- My mum.
-And what did you do?
-Just... watched some telly.
What, in her room?
I was in here
and she was in there.
And what did you watch?
W-Whatever's on on Tuesday.
G-Gogglebox.
I dunno. Does it matter?
- If you're lying.
- Mum!
What?!
Where was I last Tuesday?
Fuck knows!
In the evening, you do!
Oh, yeah, you was here.
-See?
-Cast iron alibi.
Come on. What was Roberts up to?
I don't know.
What about the argument
between him and Llewellyn?
- What argument?
- Outside the club.
We saw you on the CCTV.
You were standing
right next to them.
-Do they argue often, then?
-Don't know.
Two men from a gang
known locally as the Black Starz
had just been in the club.
Heard of the Black Starz?
- No.
- What about Lotan Broja
and the Helba gang?
You heard of them?
No.
I'm going
to level with you, Kevin.
If you're involved -
and I suspect you are -
you need to tell us,
so we can help keep
all your arms and legs attached.
But if you keep lying to us,
there's not much we can do.
They'll come for you
and they'll do to you
what they did to Roberts.
Show him the photo.
That's what Roberts looked like
after 3 hours at 1,000 degrees.
So let's have another go,
shall we?
Is Llewellyn involved?
Was he working
on something with Roberts?
Quick, Kevin, think,
because the clock is ticking.
Dwayne said he had people
after him for money.
- Who?
- Family courts, credit cards.
Barclaycard don't
normally decapitate people.
Was Roberts going into business
with Llewellyn
or was he trying
something by himself?
- That's all I know.
- What, seriously?
You're going to protect a man
who would
happily watch you burn?
I don't know anything!
Cut the shit now, Kevin.
Was Roberts getting paid
- to let dealers in the club?
- I don't know.
-Were you?
-No!
You just stood in the cold,
beating up drunks?
He thought
they were mugging him off!
-Who?
-The Albanians.
And that pissed him off?
It'd piss you off, wouldn't it?
You know what I think, Kevin?
I think that Dwayne
wanted a shot
at being a big-time drug dealer
and they found out.
And morons like Roberts
need other morons.
Morons like you. Mega-morons.
And because you're a mega-moron,
they will track you down
in the blink of a fucking eye.
And who's going to wipe
your mum's arse then, eh?
Think about that.
- Llewellyn threatened him.
- Why?
- I don't know.
- What did he say?
T-That...
That it wouldn't end well.
Do you think Llewellyn
had anything to do
with the murder
of Dwayne Roberts?
- No.
- Why not?
Well, he said things
like that all the time.
It's fucking Joe, isn't it?
He's a cunt.
Everyone knows he's a cunt.
Kevin!
Pizza's here at fucking last!
Feeding time at the zoo.
We'll leave you to it.
But you just have a think.
If anything comes back to you...
give us a call.
And remember,
the clock is ticking.
If I was you...
I wouldn't open the door
to strangers.
Where's
the fucking food, Kevin?!
- It's here, Mum.
- Stuffed crust?
Yeah.
And a cheesy garlic bread?
Yes, Mum!
Well,
fucking hurry up, then!
Come on, push!
Lift it! Lift it!
What's wrong with you?
Lift it!
It's been good having you here.
It's too much for one person.
Do you miss it? The Army?
Do you ever see any of them?
The guys in your... What is it?
Platoon?
Yeah.
Er, no. Not really.
Have you got anyone
looking after you?
No.
'Cause I was thinking,
maybe you could come over
for some dinner.
I do a mean
fish fingers and chips.
You could bring your laundry,
if you like,
I'll wash it for you.
Okay.
We're either
all gonna fucking die
or we're all going to prison.
I'd rather go to prison.
Nobody's going anywhere, Kevin.
Now, what did you tell them?
Nothing.
What did they want to know?
Just where I was and what him
and Joe were arguing about.
So what did you say, Kevin?
Just that he was fucked off.
Fucked off about what?
At the Albanians
making all the money.
-And you told them that?
-Yeah.
You're a fucking moron.
Well, they already knew!
They're not stupid!
They've got intelligence!
A damn sight more
than you've got.
They played you, Kev,
that's what they do.
Now they're going
to be hanging around.
-Good!
-Good?
Yeah, we might just
make it through this alive
with them in the background!
We've got two keys
of gear to shift!
Well, you can have your g-gear
back, I don't want it.
You're not walking away.
We're one man down, that's all.
We have to knock this stuff out
as quickly as possible.
Well, I just say we sell it
for what we paid for it,
in one lump
and just be done with it.
They killed Dwayne...
and we can't let that go.
What the fuck
are you talking about?
We're going to show them
that we're not scared.
Well, I fucking am,
I'm fucking shitting myself!
And you are, Gary, aren't you?
What?
You're scared, Gary, aren't you?
Quite scared, yeah.
Well,
it's all been arranged.
Tit for tat.
Alexis for Dwayne.
Alexis, are you fucking mad?
Who's going to pay for that?
We are, out of the profits.
What p-profits? We haven't
fucking sold anything!
Well, get on with it, then.
And when they find out it's us?
Then we're going
to kill them, too.
And that'll make us top boys.
Top boys?!
There's only four of us!
And Tim works part-time
in fucking Boots!
We were just meant
to be knocking out some gear.
"Easy money,"
Dwayne said. "Easy peasy."
And that's exactly
what it's going to be.
We're going to take the gear
to Gary's and cut it.
-Think you can manage that?
-Don't you fucking dare.
Dwayne's dead
because somebody
opened their mouth!
I didn't say a fucking word!
You've always wanted
to be in charge.
I reckon it was you!
He's always thought he was
better than us, hasn't he?
I reckon he's working with him.
You are making yourself sound
more stupid than normal, Kevin.
-Fuck this.
-Where are you going?
My m-mum needs me in the house.
What, she's run out
of custard creams?
Fuck you!
Kevin! Please.
You need to stop
this paranoia shit.
Go to your mum's.
Okay?
And then tomorrow,
bring the gear to Gary's.
We can do this.
Come on.
What time?
Seven.
In the morning of the afternoon?
Seven in the evening.
There isn't a seven
in the afternoon.
Do you need to write it down?
I can remember
fucking seven, all right?
You better go too, Gaz.
Go and get things ready.
Gaz!
How?
I don't know, clean
the fucking scales or something,
just get things moving!
Don't do that
looking-down thing, Tim.
- I'm not.
- You are.
And you're thinking something.
They found out, somehow.
Dwayne's got a big mouth.
Kevin doesn't shut the fuck up.
As long as it wasn't you.
If it was me, Tim,
I wouldn't be negotiating
with a hit man, now, would I?
Now shut up
and tell me you believe me.
I do.
But once we cross that line,
there's no going back again.
We've already
crossed that line, Tim.
We're in charge.
You and me.
All right?
Oh, that's fucking beautiful.
Brush them properly, please.
Right, back ones, please.
I'm not doing this with you
every night, all right?
Let's have a look.
Good boy.
It's getting late,
so say goodnight to Sean.
-Goodnight, Sean.
-Good night.
All right, come on.
Won't be long.
Right. That's done.
Shit!
Are you sure
I can't get you a drink?
I'm okay.
Well, he likes you.
I can tell.
When I win the lottery,
I'm going to get him away
from all this shit.
He deserves better.
We all do.
Junkies and crack houses
everywhere.
Why don't you have a drink?
You'll feel better.
I don't like it.
You're not like
most blokes, are you?
It's nice seeing you...
away from work, I mean.
Is it nice to see me?
Yeah.
Well, maybe tell your face that!
Now, that's better!
Look at that smile.
Okay.
Well, come on, then.
Tell me about yourself.
Okay.
I'll go first, shall I? Um...
Well, it's really exciting.
It's proper fairy tale stuff.
I, uh, was born here.
I went to school here.
I met a violent drunk
who pissed off
when Ryan was one.
And here I am,
in my luxury
penthouse apartment,
staring up at the stars.
Dreams really do come true.
You don't say much, do you?
It's all that war stuff,
isn't it?
Swirling around in there.
You've got to let it go, Sean.
I was going missing for days,
leaving the kids with my mum and
just fucking disappearing, like.
Waking up in strange places,
covered in piss and all that.
Stealing.
Shoplifting.
Anything for money, really.
But still, I didn't think
I'd done nothing wrong.
I was just having fun, like.
I'd had Jasmine young, see,
and I'd missed out
on a lot of stuff.
So in my head, I was just
making up for lost time,
because they were older.
But really,
I was just a fucking pisshead
who abandoned my kids
because of booze.
And all the other stuff
was just...
bullshit, to justify to myself.
I mean, there were times
when I thought my fucking liver
was going to fall out
of my fucking arsehole.
Literally.
Do you know
what I mean, Jean? Huh?
I could have carried on
pissing it up...
but I didn't.
I asked for help.
And God answered that call
and he brought me here
and I was fucking saved, like!
And that's why I come here,
to these rooms,
and do these steps.
It's given me
my fucking life back.
Yeah.
Cheers.
Not as glamorous
as your London meetings, I bet.
There's nothing glamorous
about the meetings I go to.
No? I thought
they were all film stars
and celebrities and stuff.
Not in Mile End, it isn't.
Same bullshit wherever you go.
Just listening
to a load of boring drunks
who've had the most interesting
thing about them taken away.
Why do you go, then?
Because I live
in constant fear of myself.
Is that why you've been
such an arsehole?
No, that's because I've got you
in my face every day,
telling me how to do my job.
Telling you
how I want to do my job,
but you can't handle that.
Do you have
a problem with women?
Not since my divorce.
Is this where you tell me
your little sob story?
Not unless you want me to.
Nah, not really.
So how long have you been going?
Six months.
Oh! All shiny and new.
You?
Been going
for a good few years now.
It does get easier.
Thank fuck for that.
You married?
Separated.
Is he in the job?
She.
No, she isn't.
Christ, relationships
are complicated enough
with one woman in.
So this divorce of yours.
Nothing to do with you, then?
It was to do
with a lot of things.
Just none of it your fault.
You really
don't like me, do you?
What's your name?
Sarah.
Tell me, Sarah...
have you ever lost everything?
In one go.
Your whole life gone.
When I was a young copper,
there was a wall, in town,
about, I dunno,
four or five feet high,
and the local kids
used to sit on the top
and rob the bricks and...
...and bung them
at passing cars.
Oh, it was a fucking pain
in my arse.
Not bad kids, like,
just fuck all else
to do round here.
And, er, Joe's old man,
he owned a pub
not far from here,
and he used to let the kids in,
hang about, all day.
Drinking underage,
smoking spliff.
And we looked the other way.
We let him, because
when they were in there,
they weren't out in the streets,
they weren't in our hair.
Anyway...
Joe's old man retires,
fucks off to Spain
and Joe took over the pub.
But Joe was ambitious, see.
Greedy.
He was never
going to be satisfied
with selling a bit
of spliff on the side, so...
the drugs got harder...
and the profits got bigger.
Joe bought his first club...
and started arranging
parties for the kids.
That's my daughter.
She went to one of Joe's parties
and she never came home.
I'm sorry.
Ten years later,
the kids are still dying.
He's buying up half the town
off the back of it, and I'm...
I'm left wondering
about the life
my daughter will never have.
You see, I should have
protected her, I should have...
kept her safe, but I didn't.
I let him in.
Gave him room.
I turned a blind eye.
And so I go to meetings,
I drink too much coffee
and I try not to fall apart,
but I'm stuck because...
I still don't know
how to stop him.
But I promised her I wouldn't
give up, and I won't.
And one day he'll fuck up.
And I'll be waiting.
Hi, it's me.
I was thinking
about you, that's all.
I just wanted
to see how you are.
Fine. Yeah. I'm in Wales,
actually, believe it or not.
Pretty exotic, yeah.
It's in the 90s, most days.
Yeah.
No, it's really not.
No, nothing like that.
Just work. Sadly.
How are you?
I know we did.
Yeah, I know we did,
Kate, I know,
but I'm on my own and it's...
Yeah, I know. But...
Can you not speak over me?
I just wanted to hear you.
But that's what friends do,
isn't it, support one another?
Because I'm really fucking
struggling and I miss you.
Don't you miss me?
Don't tell me how to feel.
You always do that.
I phoned to apologise.
For everything.
Okay.
I won't care about you.
I won't think about you.
Okay, fine! Just...
You all right?
No.
Come on.
Let's get you home.
I want Lotan dead.
Him and the rest of them!
Every single one of those Helba
fucking motherfuckers!
We let them work alongside us!
We gave them chances!
Never, ever did we
raise a finger to them
when we could have crushed them
like fucking spiders!
You know what they
did to him? Do you?
Fucking answer me!
No.
- You?
- No.
They cut his fucking legs off!
They cut his fucking arms off!
And his fucking your head off!
Like a pig!
So now...
we kill them like pigs.
No guns.
No quick and painless.
Slow and painful,
as the blood drains
from their fucking bodies!
I want them to die in terror
with my brother's name
the last thing they hear.
Lotan!
You hear me?
Cut out his fucking heart
and send it to his wife!
Nail him to a tree,
then burn him!
I don't care
and I don't care who knows!
You going to be long?
Oi! I'm talking to you.
Are you fucking deaf?
Have you got a fucking problem?
Who the fuck are you?
I'm no-one.
Exactly.
Clean that up.
There's a good boy.
Got your food, mate.
- Didn't order any.
- Well, someone did.
I thought
you might be hungry.
Sat out there all night.
Look, this has
got to stop, John.
I'm just not into
fat, old detectives.
He doesn't look like a man
with much to hide.
Never does.
Right.
Gary!
Gary, I know you're in there!
For fuck's sake!
Gary?
I know you're in there,
I can hear your phone ringing,
you stupid cunt!
Gary!
You better not be in there
with that slut,
I'm warning you!
Open the fucking door!
Gary!
Answer the door!
Gary!
Who the fuck are you?!
-I'm a mate of Gary's.
-Where the fuck is he, then?!
He's in the bathroom.
I'm at Gary's.
He's not here.
I only just spoke to him.
He said he was waiting for you.
Well, I'm stood by his door
like a fucking twat
and he's not f-fucking in!
Are the lights on?
-No.
-Have you called him?
Yeah.
Well, maybe he didn't hear you!
I can't ring louder, can I?
Look, try again
and call me back.
Gary?
Gary!
Fuck's sake.
He's fucking dead!
And there's still someone there!
Are you winding me up?
- Am I fuck!
- Still got the gear?
- That's all that matters.
- Course I have.
Well, then go straight home,
put it under your bed,
lock the door and wait.
And wait for what,
for them to come ch-chop me up?
Oh, fuck!
Kevin, listen to me, okay?
Calm down and go home.
This is bullshit!
Just do as I say, Kevin,
okay, and you'll be fine.
Fuck you, you don't know that!
They're coming for us!
And there's fuck all
we can do about it!
Is anyone there?
I've got a gun,
I'll fucking shoot!
Who are you
talking to, Kevin?
No-one, Mum, go back to sleep.
- Who's got a gun?
- No-one.
- Better not be you!
- It isn't!
I'm fucking starving!
Just shut the fuck up
and go back to sleep, Mum!
Hey, it's not some
fucking dirty slag, is it?
I'm on my own.
I'll be a good gangster.
Gangsters d-don't stu...
don't stutter, pal.
Gotta l-lose...
Gotta lose that...
fucking...!
Tim,
open the door, it's me.
What the fuck's going on?
I'm getting out of here.
-No, you're not.
-I am.
I'm sorry.
We are out of our depth, here.
They're killing us, one by one.
How many fucking times we got
to have this conversation?
This was about a bit of
fast money and then getting out,
not killing people!
Fuck Kevin.
Yeah, they'll either
catch him and kill him
or he'll get nicked
with the money.
Either way, we are out of it.
Come on, please.
We can be in Malaga...
in two hours.
Just you and me.
No more hiding.
No more pretending.
With what, Tim?
I'll get a job in a fucking bar
or something.
No.
Well, I'm going, so...
You're not, okay?
Things are different.
We can run things properly.
We can turn this
into a business.
I don't want to be
a fucking drug dealer, thanks!
And I don't want to be
the fucking boyfriend of one.
Well, it's too late for that,
now do as you're fucking told!
Unpack your stuff.
If you want to stay
and play gangsters, yeah,
you can do it on your own.
Unpack your fucking stuff!
Who the fuck are you?
If you want to stay, stay,
but I am going to Spain.
Don't disobey me, Tim!
Look, get your hands off me,
right, or I'll go
to the police myself.
I'm frightened, Nik.
I'm not involved! Yeah?
So I'm not getting sliced up
over something
that I haven't done.
You are involved, Tim.
I was just there for you.
You are an accessory!
Fine.
Then I'll turn myself in
as an accessory.
You'd do that?
You'd grass me up, would you?
Ruin everything,
after all I've done for you?
Yeah! Yeah, I would, yeah.
And I'll tell them you're
a fucking poof and all, yeah?
So, unless you want
all of that, let me go.
- Hello?
- I've got another job for you.
- When?
- As soon as possible.
Hey.
Aren't you going to say hello?
Shall we get a cup of tea?
I better be
getting on with this.
Okay.
I think you better go.
I can't afford
to be mucked around
and I've got Ryan
to think about.
There's a bit extra in there.
You better go.
Excuse me, lads.
Any of you lot
order a meat feast?
- Kevin!
- What?
Find me crisps!
Get them yourself,
you lazy bitch!
Do what you're fucking told!
Do what I'm fucking told!
You're
a proper gangster now, mate.
Go and get it sorted.
Nik!
Tell me where you are,
Kevin, I need the bag.
I'm gonna get this shit sorted!
I'm showing what I'm made of!
I'm a proper gangster now!
-Tell me where you are, Kevin.
-You don't care about me.
You just care about the gear!
Dwayne loves me!
I do care about you, okay?
I just don't want you
to get hurt.
I'm going to the launderette.
Do not go
to the launderette, Kevin.
Stay exactly where you are.
Listen to me, Kevin,
I can be there in a few minutes.
Okay? Just tell me
where you are. Kevin!
-Kevin!
-Proper gangster now.
True life.
Yeah.
It's easy,
Easy peasy,
lemon fucking squeezy, mate.
Lemon squeezy.
He loves me.
I'm a real fucking gangster now
I've got a gun,
I've got my own gun.
This ain't paintball,
it's the real fucking deal.
Yeah.
I'm good enough.
I'm a grown-up.
And she's dead.
I'm a fucking gangster now.
I'm in charge.
I'm gonna make my own
fucking decisions.
I'm the boss.
Look at my fucking gun!
He loves me.
Armed police!
Put your weapon down.
He fucking loves me!
You can't have that.
That doesn't belong to me.
Do yourself a favour.
Walk out of here
while you still can.
You have no idea what this is.
Go and rob an offie.
What the fuck is that?
It's a hand.
Where'd you find it?
On the end of your mate's arm.
You.
You.
Not them.
Who's them?
This is not my money.
This money
belongs to somebody else.
And if you take it,
you are a dead man.
So I'm giving you a way out.
I don't want a way out.
You can have the money,
okay, you just...
you just can't have
this... money.
This needs
to go to somebody else.
And if you take it,
he will come after you.
Okay?
Give me a few days.
I'll get you more money.
Okay?
As much as you want, I...
I promise.
Kneel down.
Come on.
Just kneel.
Take the money.
Have it.
I've already got it.
What's going on?
I got a message
from Tech, right?
Roberts' phone pinged a mast
near Neybridge on the 13th.
And then last night,
we had a report of an incident
in a derelict shop nearby.
What are you thinking?
Well, it weren't fucking
Roberts, that's for sure.
I don't know, maybe some junkie
picked up his phone.
Or it could be our boy.
They're running a check
on the shop
and there's a firearms team
on the way.
-You set?
-Yeah.
-Armed police!
-Armed police!
Armed police!
-Clear!
-Clear!
-Someone's been here.
-Fuck!
Open the freezer.
Well, don't just
fucking stand there,
do what she says!
John?
Yes.
The shop.
It's registered
to Joseph Llewellyn.
We got the fucker.
What do you want, John?
We've been rooting around
in your freezer, Joe.
What the fuck are you
talking about?
Joseph Andrew Llewellyn,
I am arresting you
on suspicion of conspiracy
to murder Dwayne Roberts.
You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm
your defence if you fail
to mention, when questioned,
something which
you later rely on in court.
Get some
fucking trousers on, Joe.
Hey!
I don't even fucking know...!
Where the fuck
are you two going?
Hey! Fuck off!
Ryan, come on, breakfast!