Criminal Record (2024) s02e04 Episode Script

1
[Cosmo] Ever? That boy.
Or is he… is he fake too?
They can lock me up.
God knows they tried right here,
right now. But the fact is nobody died.
Nobody died! Nobody.
And now you got Margo and her posse
being aided and abetted
by this lot here behind me.
Using this lie
to justify a rollback of our rights.
A purge of our cherished freedom.
And that's the real crime.
Light, shadow, light.
[breathing heavily]
[meditation guru] Breathe in, breathe out.
Ride the wave, let it flow.
Feel the movements
of the body as you breathe.
[breathing deeply]
In. Out. In. Out.
[drone whirring]
[phone ringing]
[JP] Hello, bruv.
You gonna put some clothes on?
Not a bad little upgrade
you got there, is it?
What, you got a balcony?
En suite?
Did they put the chocolate
on your pillow as well?
[Billy] Do you think this is funny?
Think I'm a joke to you?
- [JP] Billy.
- [Billy] Huh? I helped you.
I gave you the knife.
I thought you were looking out for me.
- Whoa, whoa, easy. Easy.
- You know what it feels like
to have the whole fucking world
on your back?
Listen to me, we had no idea they were
gonna put it out on the news, okay?
I swear to you.
- I promise you, that was not us.
- You think I don't fucking count.
Well, that's not true, is it?
Wh-Why do you think I'm here?
- I'm here for you, Billy.
- No, no, no, no, no.
- Okay? I'm right here.
- And he threw out my meds, yeah?
I need them. I can't sleep.
My back is fucking killing me.
I can't sleep. I can't, like…
So get them. Get them here.
- Now!
- [Finn] Subject three en route.
- [Billy] I know this is some…
- [Finn] Entering the tower now.
[Billy] …big fucking game to you,
but you know what?
I'm done, yeah? I'm done. I'm out.
And you can do what you like,
'cause I don't want
your fucking bullshit deal!
Billy, it's me, Dan.
Listen, nothing has changed.
The deal still stands.
This phone that you've got in your hand,
you guard it with your life, right?
If you wanna talk, JP is here for you,
anytime. Night or day, yes?
Billy, yes? Say it.
[breathing shakily] Yeah.
Stay on Cosmo, be yourself.
Lean into that.
Make him talk.
Any chatter about bomb makers,
about a bomb factory
How am I supposed to pick up chatter
stuck here in this box?
- Just hang in there, Billy.
- I…
He'll come for you.
- Wait, there's… there's someone coming.
- [whispering] It's Kieran.
It's just your mate, Kieran,
on his way up with your breakfast.
Hamburger, apparently.
See? Look, we're right here.
We're just seconds away.
And if for whatever reason
you can't get to your phone
and you feel personally in danger,
give us the signal.
- Signal? What?
- Yeah, just make a fist with your hand,
put it over your mouth,
give us three short coughs. Show me.
- [coughing]
- [Hegarty] Again.
[coughing]
Good boy. Now go find me those detonators.
As for you, focus.
He needs a firm hand.
Orders, not tea and sympathy.
[mouthing] Fuck!
[breathing shakily]
[Kieran] You talking to yourself again?
Billy?
When I think of you ♪
[vocalizing]
My heart remembers ♪
All the love we've ever had ♪
All the love we've ever had ♪
Just me and you ♪
When I think of you ♪
[vocalizing]
Just me and you ♪
Just me and you
Just me and you ♪
[music fades]
We-We had a fight.
- Which one?
- [scoffs]
Go on.
Well, I guess with, um,
Jake moving out.
And there's other stuff too.
Like my work, which, um
Which you can't talk about.
Yeah, well, without getting into it, I…
I feel like there's
a lot of people relying on me.
- Your family relies on you.
- Relied.
Past tense.
We got into a blame game, or I did.
And…
yeah, it's a hundred percent
my bad, so, sorry.
Oh, it feels quite magnanimous
when you say it like that.
But actually
it's just like you're kind of…
Short-circuiting
what's really going on in your mind?
Yeah.
It's just, you know, it's a bit rich that…
I'm the one that's short-circuiting.
I mean, come on,
we made our bed way back, right?
What does that mean?
Well, when the going gets tough,
not talking about it
- beats fighting about it, right? No.
- [scoffs]
- And-And…
- No more.
[Leo] Whoa, hang on. That's the way you…
Don't deny this.
That's the way that you wanted it
and now I'm the one that's doing this.
Jesus Christ.
So let's talk about that.
Me first, yeah? Okay. Wow.
[chuckles] Okay. I…
I feel like you took him
for granted. Jacob.
And honestly, he moved out
because he looked at our place
and he looked at his dad's place
and he liked that one better.
I would, wouldn't you?
You radiate chaos.
You-You spread it across the fucking walls
and-and we all have to carry on
like nothing's happening.
No swearing.
Sorry, yeah.
Okay. Your turn.
[sniffles]
He's my son, babe.
He's not your son, he's my son.
Yeah.
Yeah, but he's not anymore, is he?
[reporter] What about the family?
Any words?
No autopsy report. No photo release.
Just some fake picture in the papers.
Did he ever exist? Ever? That boy.
Or-Or is he… is he fake too?
They can lock me up.
God knows they've tried, right here,
right now. But the fact is nobody died.
Nobody died!
…bunch of muppets here behind me.
[lock buzzes]
- What is wrong with people?
- I know.
And it's all over the news. It's, like,
"Who are we to comment?
Maybe there is something in it?"
- I know.
- And, "Light. Shadow. Light." Right?
- It's, like…
- Dawn of the Dead.
- It's like we've given him
- They've given him a fucking loud-hailer.
Hey, hey.
What are you doing? Playing hooky?
Kim, is there any word on this knife?
Yeah, I just got off the phone
to Vinnie from the lab.
And?
Not good. I mean, it is the murder weapon.
[stammers] Blood on the knife, but…
But what?
No prints.
Oh, fucking shit.
A few partials,
nothing identifiable. [sighs]
- So we're back to square one?
- Afraid so.
Still, he wasn't exactly Tiny Tim, was he?
Your lad, Rohaan.
Oh, he was deep in with the nasties.
[stammers] He was 15.
Those ragheads at that demo?
Seven of them on the extremist watch list.
- Okay, Kim.
- This fucking guy.
- Haven't you got somewhere to be?
- Hey, I'm just saying.
We've had 20-odd years
of that lot blowing shit up,
pushing your pals off buildings.
Pals? What pals?
Liberals, bleeding hearts,
people of a different orientation.
Oh, right.
[Kim] He went to that demo.
Actions have consequences.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Oh.
You'll never guess what Larry told me
over at Hackney Fields.
No, I don't know. What did Larry tell you
over at Hackney Fields, Kim?
Apparently, Cosmo Thompson's not
that far off the mark after all.
Yeah, and how's that, Kim?
That photo.
"Light. Shadow. Light."
It was faked.
- [scoffs]
- "Apparently."
Someone, I don't know,
up on the eighth floor, whatever…
had the photo, you know,
- "manipulated."
- Yeah, you really are a fucking moron,
- do you know that? No.
- JP.
She held him dying in her fucking arms.
Aw.
Don't cry, mate.
Mummy's here.
- Prick.
- [lock buzzes]
[breathes deeply]
Are we doomed here, or what?
Are we?
Fuck.
- Sorry. Sorry.
- It's okay.
Shit.
- You forgot to… With the…
- No.
[lock buzzes]
Thank you.
[sighs]
[phone buzzing]
Ivy, hi.
So when it comes to disinformation,
we have the clearest possible guidelines.
Never respond. Never engage.
But what do you think?
Honestly,
I think screw the guidelines.
I mean, we can't just put our fingers
in our ears. It's out of control.
What did you make of the boy's mom?
Zaynab?
I only spent five minutes with her.
She's a nail technician.
- She's very young.
- Modern? [stammers] Approachable?
- As in?
- As in is she up to a press conference?
- That sounds painful.
- Her pain is the point.
We front it out,
rebut the lies, we kill it stone-dead.
Equally, let's not be naive,
if you think it's too much for her…
Look, as it happens,
she's on her way down here
for a briefing on the case.
We would need to make a tactful approach.
You want me to ask her
to do a press conference?
Please.
I thought you didn't want me
anywhere near them.
That was then.
Will you talk to her?
Listen, I… I'm not making you
the fall guy if that's what you…
[stammers] Not that…
Not that you… [inhales sharply]
Well, if we're gonna do it, then, um,
I want to bring someone in
to walk them through.
A lawyer friend of mine.
It's okay, I've worked with her before.
And she speaks Punjabi.
Sure. I see no reason why not.
[students] Good morning.
[student, distorted] Sir. Sir.
[normal voice] Sir!
I'm right here, Cecily.
You don't need to yell.
Mary's done a sick on Abdul.
- Abdul!
- [student giggling]
[Kieran] Where are you, mate?
Let's get you cleaned up, mate.
[no audible dialogue]
How far along, can I ask?
Oh… [sighs] …about 40 years.
[clattering]
Sorry, he gets stressed out
when he's not at home.
All right, abu?
[father] Uh-huh, uh-huh.
So what would it be exactly?
Well, we'd walk you through
everything beforehand.
And we'd, um… we'd rehearse, you know?
Where you're gonna sit.
What you're gonna say.
- Tea? [chuckles]
- [Zaynab] Mm-mmm.
Abu, they're fine. [speaks Punjabi]
What happened to the memorial for Rohaan?
These people claiming he didn't die.
Well, this is a chance
to put a stop to all that.
[father speaks Punjabi]
[speaks Punjabi]
I'm not gonna lie to you though,
it's not without risk.
There'd be questions
and they might be rude or intrusive.
Like how?
Things about you, about Rohaan.
- Like what?
- What kind of mother you are,
how you brought him up.
That is just
- offensive.
- I know.
Sorry, that is just ignorant.
We know. But they will judge you.
They will analyze you.
I'm just so tired of it.
Zaynab, ultimately, it's up to you.
It's your decision.
But it's not though, is it?
I'm his mom.
If I don't stick up for him, who will?
[breathing heavily]
[JP] Wait, so, it's him?
It's Kieran? Right?
He's the one that stabbed Rohaan?
It's his knife.
Or he's holding it.
Holding onto it for someone else.
Well, either way, we've got a problem.
This guy Kieran, he's thinking,
"Who took it?
Who took the knife out of my locker?"
And Billy is the last one in.
And he knows he's locked up
alone in that tower. So what do we do?
Stay the course.
Do nothing?
I'm just looping you in.
Shit.
[June] How is she?
She couldn't sleep last night.
She called me at 3:00 in the morning.
Okay. What did she say?
Apparently, Rohaan threw out some of her
clothes a few days before he was killed.
- What?
- Yeah. Just some going out gear.
A sequin top.
[stammers] It only happened once,
but he said she was disrespecting herself.
Who else knows about this?
Nobody.
I don't think he was radicalized.
He's just a teenage boy acting out
with his mom.
She was barely 16 when she had him.
Okay, so?
Just… I wanted to warn you.
She seems very agitated.
Fine. I'll talk to her.
Okay, but, June, there is one more thing.
[inhales sharply] What?
Just don't make
a big deal out of it. All right?
Sonya, what? What is it?
[exhales deeply]
[June] Hey.
You okay?
You know what they said to me?
"Don't smile."
They just wanna make sure
that you are, um, not misunderstood.
Yeah, they said that and all.
Misunderstood?
I am so confused.
Oh, right. [scoffs]
- What?
- I know what this is.
You want me to take this off?
- No.
- Yeah, you do.
- No, I mean… [sighs]
- You know what?
I'm out. It's not happening.
- Wait.
- I can't do this, okay?
- I am out
- Please wait. Listen to me, please.
Okay? It's gonna be fine.
Just remember why you're here.
You're not here for me or anybody else.
You're here for him.
You're here for him.
[sighs]
What's going on?
You two? Happiness?
- Well, yeah. Sound.
- Yeah, yeah.
Good.
Right, this murder weapon, as you know,
we couldn't pull
any clear prints off the knife.
But last night after Kieran, I sent it
back to the lab for a second look.
[Kim] And?
They ran it through touch DNA
and they identified a partial profile
from the base of the handle.
- So it is him? Kieran?
- No.
Who is it then?
"Marco Rivelli."
Who the fuck is Marco Rivelli?
[Hegarty] Ex-army. Royal Fusiliers.
Kim, find him. Talk to Sian.
Identify him, tail him. He's local.
- See where he goes, who does he meet.
- Got it.
[Hegarty] And as for you,
any and all background.
Work, contacts, affiliations,
anything that links this guy
to Cosmo or any of the cell.
And it goes without saying,
I hope, we keep this in-house.
Just the three of us and Sian.
Till we know more.
Like I said, it's just a partial profile.
Boss.
[Margo] Okay. Sounds great. Yeah.
Sorry. [chuckles] It's, uh…
It's the earrings. Should I take them off?
No, it's fine. You're fine.
- Okay.
- [Zaynab breathes shakily]
Okay. Ready?
Okay. There's going to be
lots of flashing lights, okay?
Come this way. Thank you.
[camera shutters clicking]
Okay, uh, Zaynab is gonna read
a short statement.
My name
is Zaynab Hussain.
And I am here to tell you some facts.
I have a son.
His name is Muhammad Rohaan Hussain.
And 19 days ago…
- She's very good. I'll give her that.
- …he was stabbed to death in this city.
[Margo] Okay, we'll take some questions.
Yes, Rachel?
Rachel Ashton.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
But you have to wonder,
what was he doing hanging out
with radicals? With extremists?
He was just a kid, like any other.
[Rachel] You must miss him very much.
I…
Yeah. He was a proper character.
Like it was always
our Ro playing these practical jokes,
making everyone laugh.
My mom, she's gone now,
but she used to say…
he steals your heart bit by bit.
She's very good.
I'm gonna become a Muslim. Fuck it.
[Zaynab speaks indistinctly]
Uh, Christine Taylor.
There's a meme doing the rounds.
"Nobody died."
Yeah. I know about that.
[Christine] A lot of people
on the Internet are suggesting
that Rohaan was a fantasy figure.
For crying out loud.
[Christine] What would you say
to those people?
You don't have to answer that.
What would I say?
I'd say, "Mate,
you've been online so much,
your brain's falling out your ass."
[Phil chuckles] Fucking hell.
You gonna take that, Cos? No?
[sighs, speaks indistinctly]
Real. Real. Real.
[camera shutters clicking rapidly]
Everything.
Why she keep yanking her ear?
Where?
[Kieran] Before.
There.
Again.
Look.
Fucking bitch. Right, come on, Andy.
[Zaynab] What have I got to do?
Dig him up with my bare hands?
I didn't make him up.
Why would I do that?
Why would I make him up?
[Cosmo] Set us up, Andy.
[Andy] On air.
What can I say to stop you people
telling these lies?
Acting like he never existed!
He did exist.
He was my son.
[Margo] Thank you very much. Yeah.
That's all. No more questions.
[Cosmo] Andy, you got footage?
Yep. You're live.
Pure televisual fellatio.
"Ooh, you must miss him very much."
She can't help herself right there.
"Oh, haven't I done well, sir?"
Hundred percent proof,
corporate MSM fuckwittery designed
to make any independent
rational thought wilt
inside your Ben & Jerry's-sponsored brain.
[automatic rifle sound effect]
That lump there? It's an earpiece.
Beaming down instructions
from the higher powers.
Why the am dram?
Why is this regime so hell-bent
on making us,
the original inhabitants
of this once-glorious isle,
feel so goddamn guilty?
That they feed us this boohoo fake news
fronted by fake actors with fake hooters.
Nobody died!
Nobody died.
Nobody died.
Nobody died.
[applauding]
[Sonya] It's all over social media.
It's even on the front page
of some of the news sites.
How does that even happen?
I don't know, Sonya.
[sighs] Well, what should I do?
Should I call Zaynab?
I don't know.
Fine. Look, I've gotta go.
[sighs]
I could've stopped it.
I should've said something.
I should've stopped it.
Look, you didn't hear this from me,
but there's good news.
[lock buzzes]
[Hegarty speaks indistinctly]
Sir, is it true?
- Is what true?
- The blood work on the knife?
We have a suspect for the stabbing?
We are gonna arrest him, right?
- June…
- I mean, if we think it's him,
we're obliged to inform the SIO.
- There's not enough evidence.
- The longer we delay
- It's only a partial profile.
- We're just diluting
- the forensic opportunities.
- It's not enough.
- Even if it was, it's not the right move.
- Sir. What are you doing?
We go and arrest this man
right now on a murder charge,
Cosmo's cell, they go to ground.
We're back where we started.
Sorry, what is there to connect
this man Rivelli with anyone in our cell?
- There is no connection.
- The knife. That's the connection.
The knife was in Kieran's locker.
[June scoffs]
Listen,
there's a time and a place, okay?
First, the detonators,
let's put that to bed,
and then we will go… You will go,
and you will arrest this man Rivelli.
You have my word.
Your word?
And in the meantime,
the lies go on and on,
and these fucking disgusting trolls
Listen to me. What we do here is
we engage in the real world, right?
Real bombs tearing into real flesh.
This shadow world out there…
What did you think?
Do you think that we move now and
we arrest this man for your lad's murder?
- He's not my lad.
- And we charge him?
We stick his head on a pike?
You think those clowns
out there are gonna roll over?
- Of course not.
- No.
Because the truth is old money.
It is no currency for them.
You give them facts. What do they do?
They flood the zone with shit
till nobody knows whether they're
standing up or dancing on the ceiling.
No, sorry, no. This is… This is bullshit.
- I'm sorry.
- We can protect the asset.
We can say the evidence didn't come
from the asset.
We say it came from the blood work.
It came from a witness.
- Too risky.
- Sir, we had a deal!
A deal?
Did you not see the sign on the door
when you came in, June?
This is Intelligence. Prevention.
We put out the fires before they start.
This lad is dead, right?
He's not coming back.
I'm sorry about that.
That's just the way it is,
but I am not blowing Samphire
to make you feel better!
And what if there are no explosives?
And we lose Rivelli because of you?
Because you wouldn't act?
The woman was wearing a headscarf, June.
What were you gonna do?
Rip it off her head?
[sighs]
Can we go somewhere?
I saw that.
[chuckles] Don't you reckon
she was watching?
It's a photo, JP.
Well, you never do get over
being an altar boy.
[chuckles]
Uh, she's away in Reykjavik
at the minute for three months.
She's on some exchange thing.
I… I don't know what it is.
It's a bad patch.
Yeah. Sounds familiar.
Yeah, your guy looks all right though.
My guy?
Yeah, Leo?
- Oh.
- Yes. I looked him up.
- Wow. A stoner and a stalker.
- All right. Come on.
It's flattering, all right?
Yeah, he is. He can be.
When he's not coming at me
with his word salad.
Word salad?
Yeah. Blah, transference,
blah, issues, blah, parasociality.
Ah, he's a talker.
- Yes.
- Yeah, well, I talk.
JP,
you literally just banged me
without exchanging two words.
I mean, if that was Leo,
we would've had to talk
about the advisability
of sexual intercourse for two hours.
He says, um,
I'm never happier
than when I'm disappointed.
You're perfect.
Says I'm paranoid.
Yeah?
What?
Maybe you're right to be.
Well, what does that mean?
JP.
You know the photo?
Suffolk Square? "Light shadow light"?
What if I told you that it was fake?
God's sake, that's just what Kim said.
It's just what Kim said, right?
You remember there was a bloke there,
the guy with, um… [sucks teeth]
He had his kid on his shoulders?
Yeah. So?
So eighth floor says they need
a photo for the press.
They need to take control
of the story, all… all of that.
PR take one look at it, obviously,
clock's ticking, and they block it.
They block the photo.
"What's wrong with it?" Says eighth floor.
And… [inhales deeply]
You know what's it's like.
It's compliance.
They can't put a kid in the photo.
They could pixelate the face,
but then it's a witch hunt.
So what do they do?
They switched him out.
They cut the kid and the dad
and replaced them with this guy.
So, Cosmo was right?
Fucking hell. We did this.
Hold on, where-where-where
is this coming from?
- Who told you this?
- Who do you think?
[tense music playing]
[door buzzing]
[car door opens]
[Kim] Boss.
[grunts]
Why aren't you out there
tailing Marco Rivelli?
I was. Uh, I am.
I went to his flat.
His car is there. He's not home.
Here's the thing, I ran an ANPR check.
They picked him up coming out
of the supermarket about an hour ago,
so I went to the store to confirm his ID.
- Okay.
- [sighs] Look.
- [Hegarty] Marco.
- [Kim] Yeah. Look at what he's buying.
Boss, am I wrong?
Hydrogen peroxide, nitroglycerin,
chemical reaction. What do you do?
Cover it in ice.
I think we just found our bomb maker.
We're five minutes out from his flat.
Bomb squad are doing safety checks now.
[radio chatter]
Don't tell me, "Not at home."
No. Light's out. Still no sign.
Bomb squad have given the all clear,
so you're free to go inside.
Right.
[sighs]
[Kim sighs]
Left in a hurry.
Mmm.
Kim.
[tense music playing]
He's our man. But where is he?
And where is the bomb factory?
Find him.
Hiya.
Hey.
[chuckles] I, uh…
I went a bit mad at Salvino's.
Yeah?
Thought we were on a budget.
Yeah, but I, um…
I tried calling you.
I know.
Yeah, I know. I thought, "Hey, fuck it.
There's no half measures
when you're making
the Don Corleone of apology dinners."
Yeah.
Yeah. Um…
I've said some evil shit.
I'm sorry.
I don't wanna lose you.
Oh, Leo.
What?
I need to go shower.
Oh, yeah, of course. No, you…
Well, don't be long
'cause I'm about to fire up the flambé.
I'm joking.
- Or am I?
- [chuckles]
[sighs]
[horn honking in distance]
Cerys? [breathing heavily]
[door opens]
Fucking hell. State of you.
Cosmo's waiting in the car.
Get yourself dressed.
We're going for a little drive.
[Sian] Boss,
Cosmo is on the move with Billy.
And good news, he took the phone with him.
Can you remote access? I need to hear 'em.
[Sian] Patching you in.
[Nigel] Traffic's looking all right, Cos.
- About ten, 15 minutes.
- [Kim] Bloody hell.
Is he taking Billy out?
You ain't afraid to be seen with me?
I know. It's fun, isn't it? [chuckles]
So what do you see?
Birgham Road.
Mobile repair shop.
Dossers. Skanky takeaway.
Nah, mate.
What you're looking at is an invasion.
Like, hardly a white face left.
Kebab shops. Paki takeaways.
The call to prayer in Arabic.
And this lot, all with their beards
and their fucking espressos.
[chuckles] They don't give a shit.
They like being bent over backwards
by another culture.
Us natives, we've forgotten
that we was once the greatest country
in the history of world.
Hundred years ago, a man your age,
you would've been running
a country the size of Wales.
[scoffs]
But now we've retreated
to Southend-on-Sea and we're like,
"No, go on. Help yourselves."
"Yeah, have a go on our women."
Diversity training.
Unconscious bias.
We don't know how to live anymore.
Yeah, sorry. It's…
You gotta laugh, though, right?
Well, laugh, cry. But then you gotta
fucking do something, Billy.
Right, Nigel, pull up here on the left.
[Kim] Sir, we could pick him up now?
Harboring a fugitive?
No.
Wait.
There must be a reason
he's taking these risks.
[Cosmo] Can you stop up there,
on the corner?
That's it.
Wind down your window.
- What about 'em?
- [Cosmo] No, forget them.
See now,
right up there is where I grew up.
Back then,
everyone looked out for each other.
No one locked their front doors.
Do you wanna know why?
Neighbors were nice.
No, Billy.
'Cause we was English.
Five, number five right there,
that's where he lived.
- Who?
- Leonard.
Len. Fucking legend that man.
He used to let me
wash his car on a Saturday.
Proper shitheap,
but he sorta styled it out, you know?
What do you think of them? Bit…
Bit retro, but they're nice, aren't they?
Yeah?
Well, Len gave me these.
[sniffles]
We had a…
We had a connection.
Try 'em on.
What if I bend them?
Ah, just put 'em on.
- Oh, hello. Look at that.
- [Nigel] Mm-hmm.
- Yeah. [chuckles]
- [Cosmo] Yeah, very nice.
I can still see him,
walking off that day,
dressed up in his dapper little jacket
zipped up to his chin, you know?
And he looked up at me
watching him from my window, and he…
He waved, like…
like he knew he wasn't coming back.
Why? What happened?
[imitates explosion]
You could see the fire from St. Paul's.
Nail bombs. [sniffles]
Len. All three of 'em.
Brick Lane. Halal butchers.
And then some faggots' pub in Shoreditch.
[chuckles] Good news was the twinkies
never came back, right?
You know, you… you remind me of him.
I do?
Yeah. Yeah.
I mean, he… he stepped up.
And I've got a feeling
that you're gonna step up too.
Now give them back.
Thief.
Right, come on then, Nige.
Let's show him the best bit.
[Hegarty] They're moving out.
[Kim] What's our move, boss?
What should we do?
[Hegarty] We stay on 'em.
[Cosmo] Mind the step.
Detonators.
We've got seven of 'em.
Fell off the back of a lorry. [chuckles]
They won't know what fucking hits 'em.
So what you reckon, Billy?
I'll do it.
Whatever you want, I'll do it.
[Hegarty] All units on a 30-foot
vessel leaving Wapping Pier.
Heading east out towards
Barking and Tilbury.
Possible explosives on board.
Approach with extreme caution.
[typing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[no audible dialogue]
Billy.