Legends (2026) s01e01 Episode Script

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- [woman] Don't be late back!
- [boy 1] I won't!
[kids shouting and playing]
- [boy 2] All right, Mikey?
- [Mikey] All right?
- [laughter]
- [woman] Oh? I'm doing Medicine.
[man] Oh? Medicine?
That's all a bit serious for me.
I'm reading Philosophy.
Four hours a week,
and I barely make them.
When I wake each morning ♪
And the storm beats down on me ♪
[man] All right, Mikey? How's it goin'?
[chuckling] Yeah, all right.
- And I know we belong together ♪
- Here you go, la.
Sound. Cheers.
Only love can set… ♪
[man] Right, everyone, back to mine?
- I've got a surprise.
- [laughter]
- [woman 1] Sounds good.
- [woman 2] Yeah, definitely.
These times I've
spent, I've realized ♪
I'm gonna shoot
through and leave you ♪
[man 1] That stuff's fuckin' boss.
Your purple prose
just gives you away ♪
[man 1] What do you think, Mikey?
You're unbelieveable ♪
- Oh! ♪
- [man 1] Mikey?
Mikey!
Ooh, you'll hang the hearts black… ♪
Do you know, Oscar Wilde said
that opium was the quickest route
to embracing the fullness of life?
[woman] Arabella?
[laughs] Arabella?
Arabella?
[car horns hooting]
[clock ticking]
[distant phone ringing]
[phone ringing]
Blake.
[woman] The Home Secretary
would like to see you, sir.
[Blake sighs]
Thought he might.
Oh, a Liverpool council estate
and Oxford University.
That's all of England right there.
Home Secretary,
while every death is a tragedy…
He was 15, and she was a
Cabinet minister's daughter.
Some deaths are more tragic than others.
Customs have recorded an increase in
seizures of heroin for several months.
Now heroin has a face. A poor boy for the
tabloids, a rich girl for the broadsheets.
- The Prime Minister reads every page.
- Look
The economic situation is irreversible.
The country is heading for recession.
Mrs. Thatcher needs a crisis
she can solve, and here it is.
In the coming days, she will call
the heroin crisis a national emergency,
announce life sentences
for drug dealers,
and declare that her government will
stop heroin from coming into the country,
which means you need to stop heroin
from coming into the country,
or I will find others who can.
Stopping contraband entering the country
is the job of Her Majesty's Customs
and our job alone.
The Americans have declared
a war on drugs,
whilst we appear
to have hoisted a white flag.
The DEA has a budget of a billion
dollars, shares technology with NASA,
and is permitted to undertake undercover
operations anywhere in the world.
British customs investigators
are poorly equipped,
entirely untrained,
and curtailed by regulation.
What would you need?
A year,
an enhanced budget,
permission to hire specialists,
and operational freedom.
Six months, no new people, no new money,
but as much freedom as you want.
And what might you hope we achieve, Home
Secretary, with such vast resources?
Identify those bringing heroin into
the country and stop them from doing so,
or I will propose a parliamentary bill
reassigning responsibility
for border security to the police.
That won't be necessary, sir.
You think a few customs officers can take
on the biggest drug gangs in Britain?
Absolutely.
Jesus Christ.
- How would we do it?
- With great fucking difficulty.
[Blake] We're in danger of losing control
of the border, Don, so how would we do it?
[Don] Undercover operations,
infiltration, extreme danger.
All the things I took this job
to get away from.
[Blake] What would you need?
[Don] Volunteers,
and somewhere to train them
while I work out
if there's any worth keeping.
Her Majesty's Customs
employs 20,000 people.
There have to be a few who can do this.
You know how long I spent undercover,
and you know what it did to me.
You'd be surprised
how few people can do it.
You'd be even more surprised
when you work out which ones they are.
Hello.
Good morning, sir.
I'm from the Vice Division
of Her Majesty's Customs.
Did you attempt to illegally import
a magazine from Germany
called No Limit Nympho Nurses?
Did I?
Oh gosh. I mean, it
doesn't sound like me.
Right.
Could it have been a neighbor?
I mean, there's a chap over the road
who wears shorts all year round.
Do you want me to go
and talk to your neighbors about this?
- No.
- No.
You bought 500 car stereos
from a sales agent in China
and imported them without paying VAT,
which is a problem.
Storage.
If I import the gear
and keep it in storage,
I can pay the VAT any time
before I flog it.
Yes, but you imported 500,
and there are 417 here.
Must've fallen off the lorry.
- They're being sold in Walthamstow Market.
- Are they?
I saw you drop 'em off, mate.
[scoffs]
What kind of VAT officer
follows a bloke to Walthamstow Market?
A bored one.
Come on.
[phone rings]
Mr. McLean's office.
Can you hold, please?
[phone rings]
- [McLean] Yes.
- It's the Treasury.
- No.
- [hangs up]
I'm afraid he's unavailable at the
moment. Can I take a message?
[doors crash open]
[PA chimes]
[woman] A final call
for missing passengers…
[man] Can you come with me, please, sir?
Just a random check.
[PA chimes]
- What have I done to deserve this?
- Nothin'. That's why it's called random.
You love this, don't ya?
Your little uniform,
your little bit of power.
Any sharp objects, sir?
You should go.
Go where?
You should go.
[suspenseful music playing]
Starts off as a straightforward
period romp,
but the banquet scene offers full
genital exposure by several cast members.
Now, don't be fooled by the chap
in the suit of armor, Kate.
If you look closely, you'll see
he's hanging out the front of it.
[call button beeps]
[elevator bell dings]
Pop that up in there for us,
will you, love?
[music stops]
For anyone who doesn't know me,
I am Angus Blake,
Director of Investigations
for Her Majesty's Customs.
- This is my head of operations, Don Clark.
- All right?
We're holding a three-week top secret
training program for new recruits,
and are looking throughout the agency
for those who we think
might offer us what we need
to attempt something
we've never done before.
- What's the investigation?
- Did you miss the secret bit?
For security reasons,
only those who complete the three weeks
will learn what the
investigation entails.
Would this be a promotion?
For some,
it would technically be a demotion.
- Where's the training?
- [Blake] It's a residential program.
- [man] Is that overtime, then?
- No.
Well, if it's residential training,
it has to be overtime.
We can't take you if you're deaf, mate.
- Would we get a per diem?
- A per what?
[woman] Lunch money.
Lunch money? What are you, 12?
If you've asked a question,
then please leave the room.
This is not about money
or promotion or the three weeks.
[door closes]
This is about us offering
those who are suitable a new life,
a new reality of adventure, danger, and
the opportunity to serve your country.
It will be the greatest challenge
of your lives,
and only a few of you
will be capable of meeting it.
A bus will leave from outside this
building at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.
If you're satisfied with your lives,
if you are content,
if you feel you're achieving everything
you can achieve in this world…
then don't get on it.
[piano playing simple melody]
[woman] That's it.
[front door slams]
[continues playing]
[woman] Are you going, then?
I don't know.
They won't tell us what it is.
[woman chuckles] I should
hope not, if it's Investigations.
[man] I wouldn't know anyone.
[sighs]
Then see it as an opportunity.
When was the last time
you made a new friend?
- 1978.
- [chuckles]
- Didn't last.
- [laughs]
And it's three weeks away, Soph.
- No.
- What?
- I'll not let you hide behind us.
- I'm not.
[sighs]
If you don't go, it's your decision.
Three weeks is nothing
if it gives you what you need.
[tense music playing]
[music fades]
This place belongs to the spooks,
which means it isn't really here.
And neither are you.
So no television,
no newspapers, no phone calls home.
Oh, it… it's my son's
birthday on Tuesday.
[Don] Great. Stay on the bus,
we'll drop you at the station.
Tell him happy birthday from me.
[bus doors open]
[footsteps approaching]
[Don] Right.
So the first stage
of any investigation is data,
and you're in luck there,
because Customs can request more data
than any other agency.
But getting the data is the easy bit.
The hard part is recognizing
what it's telling you.
These are travel,
banking, and customs records.
In there, somewhere,
is a marijuana importation conspiracy.
Find it, and tell me the name
of the bloke in charge.
This is confidential information.
We shouldn't be using this.
Do you want me to go?
Yeah, I reckon so.
- Right, the rest of you
- Is it the accountant?
You what, love?
Uh, is it the accountant?
[Don] Uh…
Yeah, it is.
[tense music playing]
Bloody hell. Well done.
[Don] We're not the police,
and we're not the spooks.
There's no safety net,
which means when you investigate
dangerous people,
the only thing stopping very
bad things happening to you
is getting very good
at things like this.
[clicking]
Do it again.
[Don] Operational independence.
That's the only way this job works
when you're out there on your own.
That means thinking on your feet.
That means, one after another,
you will come into this pub to meet me.
I am a street-level drug dealer,
the first link in the chain.
You need to ID me, which means
you need to get my name and address.
Think about how you'll get it.
I'm afraid I have
to go abroad on business.
Drugs business.
But I could update you
on my progress by letter
if you wouldn't mind
providing your address.
That is woeful.
Are you local… to the area?
- Safe journey home, love.
- Yeah.
Ahem.
- The deal's off.
- Why?
None of your fuckin' business.
- Why?
- I got this copper paid off.
And he's got his hands
on a list of active phone taps,
names, addresses,
and I'm bloody on it.
You might be too.
[Don] Well done.
To make it in this game,
you need a plan, you need a persona,
and you need to believe in them both.
[tense music continues]
Mmm. Yeah.
What is Vice?
[Kate] Vice.
Come with me, son.
[techno music playing in distance]
Keeping your head down, aren't you?
Which is smart,
but it only gets you so far.
Eventually, you've gotta show me
what you can do.
Ready when you are, mate.
Ecstasy, they're calling it.
Standing in a warehouse in Leeds,
listening to that racket,
and calling it ecstasy,
they've gotta be taking the piss.
Get in there, buy some pills,
get the name of the dealer,
and set up a proper deal.
[loud house music playing]
[clubbers cheering]
[cheering and whooping]
[man] Yeah?
- I'll take two.
- All right.
- Forty quid.
- I'm not paying.
Then you'll not be makin' it
out of here, mate.
I've got a club down south, and I'm dry,
so I'll try 'em,
and if they're any good, I'll take 500.
Come to me, then.
None of t'others, yeah?
Gav.
[water running]
What you up to there, kid?
Leeds CID. You wanna tell us
what you've just bought?
- Dunno what you're talkin' about.
- [officer 1] We both saw you.
- Which is called a corroborated account.
- But you can call it six months.
We'll nick the dealer next.
You tell us what he sold you,
you get off with a caution.
I don't know what you're talkin' about,
so why don't you piss off and let me go?
Who the fuck
do you think you're talking to?
Ow!
[keys jingle]
[door opens]
- [officer 2] Last chance.
- You've said that a few times now, mate.
Forget the drugs. We're gonna book you
for assaulting a police officer.
There's not a judge in the country
that won't give you time.
Or maybe we deal with it 'ere.
My mate's on his way back from hospital.
I reckon he'd like a word wi' you.
Didn't go too well for him
last time, did it?
He's all yours, Don.
- I should nick him for what he did.
- Turner's fine. He's just winded.
- Winded? He was spark out.
- Well, tell him to duck next time.
Hear it was a hell of a jab.
This was you?
Why didn't you tell them
you're a customs officer?
Because I wasn't, not in there.
You told us to believe
in our personas, so here I am.
You're a boxer. Useful.
You can't go around thumping coppers.
They can get a bit funny about that.
- What is this?
- This is the job.
Fun, isn't it?
At first, anyway.
So how'd you end up pullin' suitcases?
How does anyone?
By mistake.
You're making me do
more than the others.
- I have to.
- Why?
[Don sighs]
Because I can see
that you'll work alone.
I worked alone,
so I know what it does to you.
Being out there, no support,
knowing one wrong word,
one wrong decision,
and you're a goner.
You have to decide
whether you've got that in you.
I'll be honest, son,
there's part of me that hopes you don't.
Part of me hopes you don't end up
out there on your own 'cause it's…
Well, it takes a lot out of you, so…
Some people are cut out for it,
and some people aren't,
and, uh, yeah, just… think on that.
[tense music playing]
This was Tuesday.
[reporter] The Prime Minister's visit
to the customs at Heathrow
underlined the high priority which
she's now giving to the drugs crisis.
After inspecting an average week's haul,
she had this message
for the drug traffickers.
We're after you.
The pursuit will be relentless.
Relentless.
The effort will get greater and greater
until we've beaten you.
The penalty will be
long prison sentences.
The penalty will be confiscation
of everything you've ever got
from drug smuggling.
So stop it. We shall make
your life not worth living.
[reporter] There has been
a huge increase in the quantity of drugs
seized by the customs
over the past four years,
particularly in the amount of heroin.
This is such an important thing,
and so important for the protection
of our young people and for everyone,
that it mustn't be hampered
for lack of resources.
We've never, never skimped in any way
on the resources for law and order.
A war has started out there.
People will read about it,
they'll watch it on their TV.
But, uh… we won't.
We'll be too busy fighting it.
So it's heroin?
- It's heroin.
- And it's just us?
It's just us.
Sorry, when you say war,
what exactly might that entail?
Well, we work out how it's coming in,
and then we… we stop it coming in.
[tense music continues]
But first I need to tell you
about legends.
That's what we call them, you see.
The identities we use
when we work undercover.
The lives that we build,
the people we build.
And before you can become a legend,
you need to understand what that means.
[music stops]
[sighs]
[front door opens]
[door closes]
[keys jingle]
- [Sophie] Hi.
- Hi.
So you got through, then?
- Looks like it.
- [gasps]
[optimistic music playing]
What happens now?
I don't know, but
we don't have to worry about that
right now, do we?
You should go away more often.
[phone rings]
[sighs] Oh.
- Hello?
- Indigo Wharf, 6:00 a.m.
[suspenseful music playing]
[grunts]
[train passing]
[Don coughs]
Oh, you made it. Well done.
[music fades]
Right, now, um… when you're followed,
and you will be followed,
you can't be leading them back
to Custom House, so we work here now.
It's bloody bleak, isn't it?
[scoffs]
Erin, you ready?
Uh, yeah… yeah, I think so, um…
- What time did you get in?
- Get in?
I haven't been home.
Heroin is about growth.
Um, so these are all deaths where opium
was mentioned on the death certificate.
Ten years ago,
there were a few dozen, and then
the growth.
In the last two years,
they've doubled each year.
That's usage. We need to look at supply.
So to get to the dealers,
Donald and I requested
all arrests nationwide
for possession
of more than ten grams of heroin,
which, from 1980
to last year, shows similar growth.
But in these arrests,
I found two interesting areas
of overrepresentation.
So, firstly, Liverpool addresses, around
the north of England, and Scotland,
which makes sense.
Liverpool's a port city
with established criminal networks.
And then… there was this.
So these arrests
are all men with London addresses
and surnames of Turkish heritage,
which also makes sense.
Around three-quarters of European
opium importation runs through Turkey.
So, the heroin market is growing
at an extremely rapid rate,
and there are clear indicators
that two criminal organizations
are competing to serve it.
One in the London Turkish community,
one in Liverpool.
We need to infiltrate them both,
work out their importation techniques,
and stop them.
And now, I… I really do need
to pop home and check on my cat.
Erin will be providing logistical
support for both operations from here.
Okay.
Guy, you take London.
Kate and Bailey, Liverpool.
That means that from tomorrow,
all three of you will disappear.
So, tonight, you should
say your goodbyes.
[poignant music playing]
You're sending Guy into the field alone
without support?
I think he can do it.
And if he can't?
I think he can do it.
[music fades]
"'It was much pleasanter at home, '
thought poor Alice,
'when one wasn't always
growing larger and smaller,
and being ordered about
by mice and rabbits.'"
"'I almost wish
I hadn't gone down that rabbit hole.'"
"'And yet, and yet…'"
- I made something for you.
- Oh, yeah?
- What's that then?
- It's a secret.
We don't have secrets.
Yes, we do.
You won't tell me where you're going.
It's work.
- [daughter] You work at the airport.
- Usually, yeah.
But this is something different.
You used to tell me you were a pilot.
Yeah, well, I thought
that sounded more exciting.
[chuckles]
Will you be back soon?
[poignant music playing]
You won't even notice I've gone.
[Guy sighs]
You're getting better at lying.
[music fades]
- That'll be helpful.
- [scoffs]
If you ever see anythin' around here,
or anyone that doesn't look right,
then you're to call this number.
[sighs] I'm not supposed
to tell you any more than that.
Good.
The less I know, the more I can pretend
that you'll be safe.
I'll be safe.
[both laugh]
Yeah, maybe not that
much better at lying.
Crime, proper crime, requires a community,
'cause that's where proper crime hides.
You need to identify
and infiltrate that criminal community.
You can infiltrate it, uh,
through an introduction from
someone who fits into that community,
or through your legends, which are…
Property developers up from London
looking for land in the Northwest
for regeneration projects.
That explains why we're in Liverpool,
and it lets us go wherever we want.
Work out of Manchester Custom House.
Liverpool's too close.
Use these sparingly.
They cost a bloody fortune.
And don't be calling
home on them, either.
[Erin] Company paperwork, hotel booking,
list of industrial plots
for sale in Liverpool,
and some maps.
[Kate] Thank you.
- Legend?
- Guy Stanton.
I'm keeping my first name,
so I'll always react to it.
Fine. It's not about the name.
It's about the story.
Import-export, business up the spout,
divorce, drug smuggling.
- I hope there's more to him than that.
- There's more to him than that.
We've got you a council flat
in Green Lanes,
the largest Turkish community in London.
Here's a driving license,
council payments book, and some mail.
I'll need company
paperwork and an office.
- I'm working on the paperwork.
- Can't do the office.
- Why not?
- 'Cause I've got a tin-pot budget.
Getting you everything
you need means me going
to beg, steal, and
borrow wherever I can.
Me having a story that don't back up
feels dangerous.
Oh, did I not tell you it was dangerous?
Oh, sorry. It must have slipped my mind.
Uh, yeah, it's dangerous.
It's… it's all very dangerous.
["Made of Stone"
by The Stone Roses playing]
Your knuckles whiten on the wheel ♪
The last thing
That your hands will feel ♪
Your final flight can't be delayed ♪
No earth, just sky, it's so serene ♪
Your pink, fat lips let go a scream ♪
You fry and melt, I love the scene ♪
Sometimes I ♪
Fantasize ♪
When the streets are cold and lonely ♪
And the cars, they burn below me ♪
Don't these times ♪
Fill your eyes? ♪
When the streets are cold and lonely ♪
And the cars, they burn below me ♪
Are you all alone? ♪
- [man] Hey!
- Jesus.
- [man] What do you want?
- Nothin'.
Only customers park here.
Right, yeah, fair enough.
[engine revs]
[burst of lively folk music]
[tense music playing]
[tires screech]
[man 1] Hey! What did we tell you?
[man 2] I'm going! I'm going!
I'm going! Wait!
- [groans]
- [man 1] Not here!
[blows landing]
[man 2 grunts]
[groans]
- [man 1] Huh?
- [man 2 yelps]
[man 2 groans]
[tires screech]
[engine revs]
[man 3 grunts]
[arguing in Turkish]
[man 4] Oh!
[speaking Turkish]
[man 5] Hey, yes, boys!
Good to see you, good to see you.
[all speaking Turkish]
Looks like the Turks don't like drugs
being sold in their own manor,
but I don't think
they're sellin' it there either.
That makes sense. The Turkish arrests are
for high quantities all around the UK,
and very few in London.
So they're importin' it
and sellin' it on wholesale.
Good. It's the importation
we need to get at.
It would be good
if I had a shot at gettin' in there,
which I don't,
not without an introduction.
[Blake] Believe it or not,
I can help you there.
[lock buzzes]
[man] We're doing this. Go now.
[door slams]
[men shouting, keys jingling]
Hey, you cannot
just arrive like this, huh?
I'm a busy man.
If you want a meeting with Mylonas,
you ask for a meeting with Mylonas.
You do not just arrive.
This is Guy.
- Huh. And what does Guy want?
- We're looking into the Green Lanes Turks.
[laughs]
[snorts] You and him? [laughs]
- Oh, dear God.
- I've spoken to the parole board.
You have a few months left.
That can become a few hours.
Then we can oversee your parole.
Usual terms?
- Usual terms.
- Mr. Blake, eh… you are my friend, eh?
You are my brother, bonded in blood.
- Him? Him, I don't know.
- Don't know you either, mate.
You do this work,
and you do not know Mylonas?
- Oh, my friend, you are fucked.
- So you're a Turk?
I'm a Greek.
We hate the Turks, and they hate us.
Uh, but, uh… not me.
Uh, the Greeks hate me, so, um…
the Turks love me,
so I… I can help you with the Turks.
- Do you know why?
- No.
Fear.
You must think about your funeral.
Do you know why?
Why don't you just finish
your fuckin' sentences?
If they catch us, they will kill us.
I guessed that bit.
You know they will kill us,
and yet you come here
to ask me, who you do not know,
to help you, an
amateur, in such a thing.
If I'm the amateur,
why are you the one banged up?
This is how you speak
to the great Mylonas?
If Customs oversees your parole,
then I reckon that means Customs
can end your parole at any time,
which means I can, at any time,
send the great Mylonas back inside.
So stop pissin' about,
and let's get you out of 'ere.
[chuckles]
I like him. Mmm.
I like him!
[dog barking, children playing]
Fifteen he was, the kid.
His mum thought he was playing football.
And they're still not exactly hidin',
are they?
They're the first link in the chain.
We need to know who's supplyin' them.
Then we're looking for deliveries,
whatever that looks like.
- Oh shit.
- [keys jingle]
They're just kids, in't they?
[Bailey] Not kids. They're spotters.
[dramatic music playing]
[boy 1] Oi, wanker!
[kids yelling and laughing]
[boy 2] Yeah, you wanker!
[music fades]
[horn honks]
[man] Hey, Mylonas.
[Mylonas] Ah, Mirac. Good guy.
[horn blares]
Who controls the Turks' operation?
Hakan Ulukaya, the King of Green Lanes.
- How do I get to him?
- [chuckles]
- Slowly.
- [burst of pop music]
- But you can help?
- Of course.
He is Hakan, but, uh, I am Mylonas.
Once I am back, I can get you to him.
This ain't you back?
I am out, but I'm not back.
Many men come out of prison,
but very few come back.
[man 1 speaking Turkish]
Hello, my friend.
- [man 1] Ah! Mylonas.
- You're still alive. I can't believe it.
- It's good to see you.
- And you!
- Still so fat.
- Hello, Mylonas.
Like a… like a hippopotamus.
Baklava. All Turkish. Uh, no Greek.
[man 3] Okay.
Wait here.
Hey, you took a chance.
- I will get your money, Mylonas.
- You thought… "Mylonas is away."
"He might not come back,
so I will take a chance."
I will get it.
I will get it. Please.
[man 5] Mylonas, please, not here.
[tense music playing]
- Tomorrow.
- Tomorrow.
Double.
Double.
[music fades]
Okay.
[hits table]
- [chair legs screech]
- [Mylonas] Okay! [sighs]
Oh, my baklava.
- And it is free?
- Yes, Mylonas.
Good boy. Let us go.
Nice to see you, my friend.
Say hello to your wife.
And you, eh?
Good God. No more baklava for him.
[horn blares]
Don't ever fuckin' do that again.
- Now I am back.
- Huh?
Now we can go to Hakan.
[kids laughing]
- [Bailey] They're busy, ain't they?
- [Kate] Course they are.
Can be 'ard,
livin' on an estate like this.
Some people look for an escape,
and that's what they're sellin'.
Hang on.
That's the second time
I've seen that van today.
It's a bit late to be deliverin' bread.
[engine starts]
[suspenseful music playing]
[man] Mylonas.
Just out and already
causing trouble, I hear?
- Ah, I only cause good trouble, eh?
- I 'ope so.
This is my friend.
Friends get searched, Mylonas.
- Quite right.
- [man] Mmm.
[Mylonas] You see? He's a good boy.
- [man] Mmm.
- [Mylonas] Eh.
[Turkish pop music playing in bar]
[Mylonas] Mmm.
Uh, have a drink. It's free.
[Guy] That's Hakan?
That's Hakan.
- How do we get in there?
- When they invite us.
Mylonas!
[Mylonas] Mmm!
Uh…
Zeki.
Zeki! Uh… you were a kid! Eh?
[chuckles]
- And now I'm not.
- Mmm.
Who is he?
Uh, this is Guy.
He's in our business.
We would like to meet with Hakan.
Everybody would like to meet with Hakan.
- You say no to Mylonas?
- Hakan says no to Mylonas.
Huh. [laughs]
All right, uh… Another time.
Maybe, hmm?
Okay. I must go. I have a meeting.
- What?
- Finish your drink, eh?
- They are expensive.
- I thought they were free.
For me, yes, they are free,
because you pay. I see you tomorrow.
[tense music playing]
- We're too far back.
- Always have a covering car.
- That's what Don said.
- Yeah, well, Don's not here, is he?
- And you're gonna lose him.
- We'll only lose him if he spots us.
- Shit.
- [tires screech]
- Turn round.
- He might've seen us.
- We should come off him.
- He just bloody turned round.
It doesn't mean he's seen us.
- [tires squealing]
- Guess we'll soon find out.
[distant techno music playing]
[siren blaring, people shouting]
[keys jingling]
[sighs]
[chuckles softly]
- [loud crash]
- [dog barking]
[Guy] What the fuck is this?
[Zeki] This is a strange place
for a man like you to live.
Fucking tell me about it.
- Who are you?
- I'm Guy.
- Do you have a wife?
- Does it look like it?
- [Zeki] Children?
- I hope not.
- Your father's name?
- [Guy] Ronnie.
- [Zeki] Where does he live?
- Under a gravestone.
[Zeki] What school did you go to?
Fulham Palace Road.
Burnt down in '75. Wasn't me.
[chuckles]
[sniffs]
Who are you?
You know who I am.
You can see who I am.
Now get the fuck out of my flat.
[Don] Your legend has to come from you.
Or it won't work.
Your legend has to be part of you,
or it won't work.
And when legends don't work, people die.
[melancholy music playing]
There are two ways legends fail.
The first danger comes
from those that you're infiltrating.
They can see through your legend.
They can blow your cover.
If they do,
you'll find out when it's too late.
You'll only know that you've been
discovered when you suffer their revenge.
And that revenge
will be swift and brutal.
The other danger is you.
Your legend. How it can grow.
How it can take over.
How it can become who you are.
And who you used to be can slip away.
Further and further,
until it's gone forever.
[man] Zeki.
[Don] You're going to go to places
in your body and in your mind
that you can't imagine.
[train passing]
And some of you
will not come back.
["April Skies" by
The Jesus and Mary Chain playing]
Hey, honey, what you tryin' to say ♪
As I stand here Don't you walk away ♪
And the world comes tumblin' down ♪
Hand in hand in a violent life ♪
Makin' love on the edge of a knife ♪
And the world comes tumblin' down ♪
And it's hard for me to say ♪
And it's hard for me to stay ♪
I'm goin' down to be by myself ♪
I'm goin' back
For the good of my health ♪
And there's one thing I couldn't do ♪
Sacrifice myself to you ♪
Sacrifice ♪
[music fades]