That's them.
Two IC1 s heading towards you. Intercept and wait for me.
How are you, man?
Go on.
Enough, Bryant.
Enough!
- Apple bag, please. - Give me the money and then pick it up.
You work for Terry Manning, don't you?
So what if I fucking do?
- I have a message for him. - What's that, then?
OK, go! Go! Come on, go!
Do you live round here?
Two drug dealers left for dead.
This is gang related. We've yet to study the CCTV footage but...
Move along, just move along.
The investigation's ongoing so I'd rather not comment further.
Sir, the caretaker called me up. The monitors are on the blink.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
And you'd know about that, would you?
You'll find that I did serve five years in the Royal Engineers.
Indeed you did.
Shall I have another go, sir?
You do what you want, Lewis.
As long as you find out who did this, huh?
Before you smile, watch this.
Camera 2 picked you all up making your getaway.
Be careful. I may not be there next time.
Four cameras were watching. We got two of 'em.
Fortunately, only one of them matters this time. Now...
These are two more faces on the Manning payroll.
Tomorrow, they transport laundered drug money to a safe house.
Cos they had the police in their pocket, there's no reason for 'em to suspect.
But be careful. Faces like this don't go down like junkies.
- Isn't it robbery? - Hit 'em quick and hard. They'll fold.
- What about police traffic? - I can only do so much.
Give me your fucking keys, now. Get down on the floor!
Down on the floor. You stay there.
You stay there. Come on!
Get down. Don't you move!
Get on the fucking corner!
- Stay there! - Get down, you cunt!
Come on!
Keep down! Don't move!
Go, go! Get in! Fucking idiot!
Get in, you fucking idiot!
Fucking idiot! What did you do?
Me? That black bastard pushed me out the way.
- Who you calling a black 'B'? - You, you mug.
You pushed me out of the way. You fucking mug!
Leave it! Leave it!
- We got something, didn't we? - Not the point.
You're fucking useless, all of you.
Couldn't take money when it's sitting on a plate.
I didn't know the police were gonna be driving by.
Shut up. You're as bad as him. Like fucking kids.
Extraordinary events in a London suburb this morning.
What appeared to be a robbery
ended in thieves emptying sacks of cash over the streets for the public.
'Extraordinary scenes indeed.
'Lt seems that the gang took the money from known drug dealers
'slit open the bag and then let it go from the back of their getaway van.
'Eyewitnesses reported that the masked raiders waved at police
'as the money was distributed into the streets. '
We're famous.
Someone's taking the piss, someone under our roof. I've got too much to lose.
- Yes, sir. Clearly. - Talk to the ghosts, see what they have.
Who are these fucking people?
Good afternoon. We believe we have evidence
linking the robbery to the attempted murders of the drug dealers this week.
We believe the same gang is responsible for both crimes.
And we are treating this as a priority case.
We also believe the gang have made connections within the police force.
We will leave no stone unturned
in our attempts to bring police corruption to justice.
'These gang members are nothing more than mindless outlaws.
'And while certain members of the media
'will always find disillusioned members of the public to lionise these street gangs,
'this footage shows the true horror of what we are dealing with.
'The gang are armed.
'And the public should not approach them under any circumstances.
'Lt's our duty to bring organised crime to justice
'as the safety of the British public is our priority. '
'The public is being failed by both the government and the police.
'The poll, commissioned by the Home Office... '
'The craze is the latest in a string of violent incidents
'said to be provoked by the outlaw gang. '
'Police criticised the media for "hero worshipping" the armed gang
'after several tabloids called them a "Robin Hood-style" organisation. '
'... who they are and why they've taken to the streets.
'Later, you can have your say in our text vote
'as to whether you see the gang as heroes or villains. '
Bullies. I put them top of my list, you know?
I hate 'em.
There's a few that are gonna get served one day.
Why stop there? We can do what we want.
- Know where to draw the line. - What line?
What are you gonna do? Punch every traffic warden you come across?
No. I'm talking about your nonces and that. Your Gary Glitters, your grasses.
Sickos, Muslims. Hang the fucking lot of them.
Lan Huntley. He'll be the first to fucking go.
I'm a Muslim, Hillier. Do you want to kill me?
You ain't a Muslim. You're black.
So I'm not allowed to be a Muslim because I'm black?
Here, boss. What was that thing you said about suicide bombers?
You don't have to be a Muslim to blow yourself up. I'm talking individuals.
- You gonna kill the Irish cos of the IRA? - Yeah, I would.
You're such a Philistine sometimes, Hillier.
No, I'm British 100%, me.
Listen. I'm here because my wife and child are dead.
That has nothing to do with race or religion.
OK?
Get to a landline and call me back on 02074960209.
- What's wrong? - I think Greaves is on me.
Don't worry. This is swept. Listen. I've found the CCTV
from the court toilets with Monroe.
'Your man's called Furlong. Lan Furlong.
'He currently resides in a bail hostel in the West Country. '
Text me his address to Dekker's phone. Why's he on bail?
Shoplifting crayons, apparently.
CPS document said he was originally charged with sexually assaulting a minor.
But they buried it, down to his cooperation with certain police officers.
The geezer's a fucking nonce. Put him down.
You're a good man, Walter. Thanks for everything.
Yeah. You too, son.
So where are you from?
You married?
I'm supposed to be getting married soon.
- Yeah? - Yeah. I don't even know if I want to.
Stop talking.
There's the target. Bring the car round and meet me on that corner.
Oi, Furlong.
Is it not true that you work for Terry Manning?
And in a bid to bend a jury,
you murdered the prosecution counsel's wife.
But you did threaten the counsel's unborn child with murder
if he didn't walk away from the case, did you not?
And lastly, were you or were you not cleared
of sexually assaulting a minor
on the grounds of your special relationships with certain police officers?
Guilty. Kick the barrel away and let's get the fuck out of here.
For Christ's sake...
You have to stop this. This is murder.
What about your wife and kid?
- They're not the point. - What is the point, then, Barrister?
If we do this, we become murderers.
And I don't want any part of that. How do we know if he really did it?
Cos that's what we think? Is that proof? Is it?
I do this for a living.
We need real proof.
Beyond a reasonable doubt.
This ain't murder. It's punishment.
Don't you do this.
Do it? That's what we're about.
This is who we are, now.
No!
Christ, you...
What did you fucking do that for? Eh?
You ain't seen the last of him.
I'm the boss, Hillier. Don't you ever forget that.
Listen, it's worse than I thought. Manning's got Greaves in his pocket.
They're doing all sorts together. Manning will get bailed this week.
The case will collapse. Find him. He's the one to go for next.
- What about Furlong? - Fuck Furlong. He's already gone.
It wasn't that easy.
You let him go. For fuck's sake, you don't know what you've done.
Hang up now. Yeah, don't call this number again.
I'll contact you.
Furlong.
What you gonna do now... boss?
Fuck off.
Off you go, eh?
Better off without me, is that it?
Yeah, you carry on walking away when things get tough.
Leave all the real work to me.
You're a joke.
Fucking outlaws? What a load of old bollocks that is!
You ain't got it in ya. None of ya.
Not a fucking one of ya!
And all you do, boss, is give orders.
I've never seen you once back it up.
Not once.
No wonder your missus started fucking about.
Who's coming? Who's staying?
'According to Scotland Yard, the gang,
'referred by the tabloids as the Outlaws,
'are still at large, although the police are searching in the West Country
'after an anonymous tip-off said the gang were seen... '
'The CCTV footage doesn't positively ID the suspects,
'although they say, without a doubt, this has the stamp of the Outlaw gang. '
I need cigarettes.
Only a matter of time, eh?
Says on the TV them outlaws have started killing each other.
'Lewis was found executed in his own home last night.
'Police want to question this man in connection with the murder,
'Danny Bryant.
'Recently court-martialled from the forces,
'he's said to be the mastermind behind the Outlaws.
'Police say Bryant fell out with Lewis because he was loyal the police force.
'Bryant is extremely dangerous and not to be approached by the public. '
Stop the car.
Dekker, Monroe. Get out of the car.
- What for? - Just get out.
They've killed Lewis and put me in the frame.
They don't know who you are. You can still walk away.
- What if we don't wanna? - You should want to.
If they kill their own, you don't stand a fucking chance. Now walk away.
Dump your phones and start again.
Forget we ever met. Don't make contact with each other, whatever you do.
Now, go.
- I said walk! - Where?
You fucking walk away now!
- Now go! - Why?
I said go! Go on, fuck off!
For your own good. Go on.
This is where you were beaten up. What do you wanna come here for?
Don't matter.
'My client Terrence Manning has fought tirelessly to clear his name.
'And can return to being an upstanding member of his community.
'Mr Manning would like to thank his family and friends for support throughout,
'in particular his wife Joanna, who has been his rock.
'Mr Manning would like to thank members of the press who respected his privacy
'around and about the family home.
'Finally, my client would like to thank the judge
'for the fairness and justness of his ruling today. '
We're in the papers again.
Says they nearly had him. Pinned him down somewhere in Essex
and he slipped the net again.
Do you think they'll catch him?
Did he kill anyone apart from Lewis?
He didn't kill Lewis. Greaves and Manning did.
You know where Bryant is, don't ya?
Frank? Drop it.
You can make a lot of money with that information. He's on the wanted list.
- Have you spoke to him? - Stop fucking driving me mad.
- I'm only asking. - Where you been, shithead?
Therapy?
It's a shame you lot never got round to him.
Bryant would have loved to have dealt with him.
I would have come with you, but it would have looked weird if we'd both gone.
Hey.
To the groom.
- What a fucking way to go out, eh? - I can think of worse ways.
You know what you were saying in the office about Manning?
You know my brother Andy?
He knows someone who does a bit of running about for him.
- Said Manning's lying low in the country. - Who the fuck have you been talked to?
- I told you earlier, friend. Drop it. - I haven't spoken to anyone, I swear.
- It's just my brother. - Where in the countryside?
Dunno. I can find out.
Leave me alone.
# Sometimes it's faded
# Assassinated
# For fear of growing old
# We hang on
# Though we try
# It's gone #
- Manning made bail. Where is he? - Kill me and you won't fucking know.
Somebody'll talk. They always do.
'He said Manning's lying low in the country... '
I will.
'The only difference between us is
'I've got the confidence to fight back. '
Be faithful to her until death do you part?
No.
Yes? Yes?
There's a phone call for you, Cedric.
Who is it, Lucy?
He didn't give his name. He said you'd know who it is.
How are you getting on?
I've been better.
You?
Do you wanna do something?
I know how to get to Manning.
Come on! Get him! Get him!
Come on, get back! Back!
What did I tell you?
- Put the gun down, please. - What... did I tell you?
- You told us not to make contact. - For your own good.
What were you talking about at the restaurant with Monroe?
Somebody say something about Manning? I heard you say Manning.
Tell me what you know, Dekker.
He's in the countryside. I know where.
- How do you know? - I just do.
What were you planning?
We don't know what else to do any more.
We'll dump the vehicle and go on foot. A tree line runs into the garden.
The file says he drives a black BMW 735i.
And that's our entry sign.
And once we're inside?
Any other questions?
It won't work. What do you think, he's gonna be waiting for you alone?
Even if you do kill him, they'll find you.
You know where we'll be if you change your mind.
What about you two? You've still got lives to go back to.
You could slip under the radar, forget we ever met.
He's probably right.
Chances are, we won't make it.
Come on.
Something's wrong.
Upstairs.
'Or spend the rest of your lives getting raped by cunts like Blair?
'Or having paedophiles wandering the fucking playgrounds
'while you smile mute and pay your fucking taxes?
'Neither do I.
'I wanna learn how to... '
- Get down on the floor. - Drop the weapons.
Go! Go!
Come on. Come on.
Over there. Come on.
It's all right. It's all right. It's just a surface wound.
I'll live.
- What? - What were you doing with that gun?
You were closer to hitting me than them.
What? I was the one who shot the marksman, wasn't I?
Bollocks. You didn't have your safety catch off.
- Rubbish. - Rubbish, he says. Eh? Rubbish!
You know, Monroe? You know something? I've never heard you swear.
Takes a lot of doing for a man in your shoes.
If we go up that way, we're dead.
Make your targets!
Keep it sharp, lads!
Armed police! Stand still!
Get the murdering little fucker! Stop him!
Do it! Kill him!
Shit.
Thanks, Mr Manning.
You ain't got the bollocks, son.