(TRAFFIC NOISES)
(GUN CLICKS)
(EXHALES)
(GUN CLICKS)
SiIencer?
I'II take it.
-Munition? -Yeah.
(AMMUNITIONS JANGLE)
Hey.
It wa good to ee you.
(INAUDIBLE)
(TYRES SCREECH)
(INAUDIBLE)
(FIRE BURNING)
(BRAKES SCREECH)
(TYRES SCREECH)
(DOOR BUZZES)
(ENGINE HALTS)
Two carat a tone.
D coIour.
FIawIe.
RetaiI 20 to 22K a carat.
Two tone a pack.
Forty-four pack.
(SIGHS)
8K a tone.
I have to raie the fund, get them certified, then find a buyer.
-When do I coIIect? -72 hour.
AImot Iike oId time.
(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(MOBILE RINGING)
(MOBILE VIBRATING)
Don't anwer it.
-(CONTINUES RINGING) -Why? Afraid it' your boyfriend?
Yeah?
Where?
(STATIC DISCONNECTS)
Car wa toIen in Mancheter.
TooI?
(INHALES)
Matche Moorgate and Farringdon.
-HQ confirmed it' our guy? -Mmm-hmm.
OnIy a matter of time.
Time to pop your cherry. We got a new Iead.
(CAR ALARM BEEPING)
PARKER: Mark Corso.
Son of Joseph Corso.
Runs a ticket business earning him a fast haIf miI each year.
-(BEEPS) -But he's hooked on the deviI's dandruff.
MoonIighting cocaine deaIs is a reguIar gig.
(TRAFFIC NOISES)
He checked in 45 minute ago.
He' waiting on the bagman.
(MOBILE RINGING)
-Here we go. -(BEEP)
-Okay. Thank. -(BEEP)
He' jut checked out.
(BRAKES SCREECH)
Bagman' mine.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(SIGHS)
We got the bagman.
(SIGHS)
What' our friend aying?
He got here 30 minute ago, went in the back. Han't reurfaced.
Done a check, buiIding' cIean.
Anything eIe?
-PauI Myer. -Whereabout?
In the back.
AII right, Iet' roII.
(CAR DOORS SHUT)
(CAR ALARM BEEPS)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
CHEF: Oi!
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(GROANS AND COUGHS)
-LittIe fucker puIIed a knife on me. -Yeah?
(GROANS)
(GROANING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
-Good information don't come cheap. -It' evidence.
Think it' thi eay?
(GROANS)
He' the bait.
-(GROANS) -AII right!
For fuck' ake.
AII right. AII right!
What' aII thi about?
Your on' been arreted.
Poeion of cocaine, intent to uppIy. Three to five year minimum.
No upended entence, not thi time.
Are you fucking with me?
No, your on i.
So what do you want? (EXHALES)
I want you to hire omeone.
For what?
Score.
Stupidity i better hidden than dipIayed, detective.
You heard about Moorgate? Farringdon?
Mmm-hmm.
I want you to hire the one that' been pIaying without your permiion.
PARKER: James RiIey.
You suppIy the target e'II assess the risk. Five miI Iimit.
JOSEPH: hat if he doesn't anna ork for me
PARKER: here's a recession everyone ants to ork.
(MOBILE RINGING)
Yeah?
ADRIAN: soId the stones. 'II have your money by tonight.
-When?
-Where? -Camden.
(DOOR CREAKS)
So you think he' up to it?
-He want to be. -Don't they aII.
PRIEST: e commend to aImighty God our brother Adrian Peters
and commit hi body to the ground.
Earth to earth, ahe to ahe, dut to dut.
(SOBBING)
-My condoIence. -Thank you.
-I'm o orry. -Thank you.
He wa a good man.
(SNIFFLES)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(GUN COCKS)
Where' the money?
My bo ha it. He want to taIk.
Jut a converation.
JOSEPH: I wan't o ure you'd make it.
You're a high-Iine pro. I want u to work together.
RILEY: I work aIone.
JOSEPH: Why don't you jut take a Iook? RILEY: Becaue I don't Iike the view.
Do you know what a merchant i?
I am the merchant of thi city.
Anything with a centigrade of heat come through me.
Adrian Peter knew the ruIe. (SIGHS) Even if you didn't.
The money I took off you i the, uh, commiion you owe me.
(LIGHTER CLICKS)
If we can work together, we become partner.
If we can't, then we become competitor.
I've become extremeIy efficient in eIiminating the competition over the year.
I'm tiII here.
You'II be working directIy for me.
The job wiII be Iaid out. BIueprint, chematic, whatever' neceary.
What' my end?
30. UnnegotiabIe.
OnIy one job?
(SCOFFS)
-If that' what you want? -I do.
JOSEPH: Mmm...
Prick.
(CHUCKLES)
DIXON: Thee tactic?
SANDS: Yeah.
DIXON: What if Mark Coro put in a compIaint?
You wanna make detective?
-Yeah. -Then Iiten.
One day you're gonna have to hoot omeone in the back.
And when that moment come,
you ain't gonna give a hit about procedure.
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
(SIGHS)
Our boy in pIay?
Mmm-hmm.
-DifficuIt? -No.
Medium IeveI ecurity, no more than five miI in the vauIt.
By the way, I tiII haven't poken to my on.
I want aurance the next time we meet.
I'II Iook into it.
(SANDS SIGHS)
(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)
(HORNS BLARING)
JOSEPH: Fifth fIoor down. North-eat corner.
RILEY: I ee it.
(SIGHS)
How are they Iooking after themeIve?
It' a binary ytem connected to three independent aIarm.
To where?
ScotIand Yard.
-Repone time? -Six minute.
-Proximity? -Not cIoe enough.
Meaning?
Mr Cutter wiII be with you.
If he tep out of Iine, I'II do what' neceary.
How ecure i the box?
Two foot of titanium teeI.
I'II need two week prep.
Okay.
You've got it.
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
Under the eat.
Are we good?
Yeah, we're good.
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
We're good to go.
EarIiet window?
Thi weekend.
The acce code?
We're on it.
That' not good enough.
We're experiencing a few difficuItie.
The acce hoIder.
You got a profiIe?
Mmm-hmm.
I've gone over it.
He can't be turned. Worked for the firm for 22 year.
We got no option but to go in hard.
Ue hi, uh... Ue hi famiIy.
It' not my tyIe.
It' not your tyIe?
Hmm.
-So what do you ugget? -Nothing.
You aid it wouId be a Iaid out, inide job.
Don't be a marta.
You have an option without a 10-year defauIt, I'm Iitening.
(INHALES)
Okay.
Maybe.
I'II need 48 hour.
I meant what I aid.
(CHUCKLES)
You're jut Iike your brother.
He thought he knew everything.
-Why bring him up? -Why not?
He wa a prick.
(MOBILE BEEPING)
Yeah. We need to taIk.
Mmm-hmm.
I'II ee you there.
(SIGHS)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
PARKER: I toId you not to caII me, Coro.
-I want my on reIeaed. -That' not gonna happen.
You tick to the pIan, you'II be pIaying happy famiIie by the weekend.
-You're not Iitening to me, detective. -Ye, I am.
FirtIy, you don't teII me what to do. SecondIy, top wating my fucking time.
(SCOFFS)
I've poken to my on.
-He' being Iooked after. -By who? By you?
When you've got a junkie for a on, detective, deaf ear become a neceity.
It' either Iiten to Iie or Iiten to more Iie. For year I never Iitened.
Then he mention a bIack Range Rover.
I took in every word. Every detaiI.
I want my on reIeaed.
JOSEPH: Audio recording of our preparation.
Your contribution incIuded.
-You wanna fuck with me, do you? -No, you fucked with my famiIy firt.
Your on want to ditribute cocaine, he houId know it come with rik and reward.
Same appIie to me. Remember?
I remember we didn't have thi probIem.
We've had a probIem with the acce hoIder.
The code are in ScotIand Yard' mainframe.
I want the ource recording in exchange.
-(MOBILE RINGING) -(BEEP)
MARK: Yeah
Great. Great.
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
(INAUDIBLE)
PARKER: Jonathan Parker.
(BEEPS)
-(BIRDS CHIRPING) -(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)
PARKER: FiIe?
You tay where you are.
Cutter.
Sand.
(PLUGS IN PENDRIVE)
(BEEPS)
We're good.
Get in the car.
Acce code?
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
Thi one' to run moothIy, Coro.
(MOBILE VIBRATING)
CUTTER: e have the access codes.
JOSEPH: Give u a minute, George. Okay?
(JOSEPH SIGHS)
What i wrong with you?
Hmm?
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
I thought you wouId've Iearned your Ieon after the Dover incident.
Wan't eay to get you a upended entence.
I know.
They're never gonna Iet you be the merchant of thi city.
I'II be fine.
It' too Iate. They aII know your probIem.
Sober or not, you'd be een a a weak merchant.
I'd aIway keep you cIoe.
(SIGHS)
I Iot your mother.
-(SNIFFLES) -I don't wanna Ioe you.
Okay?
Come the weekend,
I'm retired.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SNIFFLING)
(MOBILE BEEPS)
We're et.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(CLATTERING)
(BEEPING)
(GRUNTING)
(BEEPS)
(BEEPING)
(WHIRRING)
(UNZIPS BAG)
Bag it.
RILEY: What the fuck jut happened?
It' 50 miIIion we jut toIe.
We got Iucky.
There' no uch thing a Iuck.
FooI' thinking.
Mmm.
Three cuhion, bit of right-hand ide.
Do you mind? There' money on thi. Let him pIay hi own game.
Liberty.
How' Sand?
You tiII hi eye and ear of the worId?
I've known that man ince I wa 1 4 year oId. I'II aIway have hi back.
NELSON: And your PortugaI project?
-Coming on. -Mut be getting cIoe.
Our Iine of work doen't pay a weII, doe it?
-Who you kidding? -Who' kidding who?
I that what you teII Sand?
NELSON: ReIax.
I heard about the Turk.
It' nothing.
NELSON: WeII, that' not what I heard.
I mean, there are peopIe that you fuck with, peopIe you don't.
It'II be aII right.
-ROBERTS: Jut giving you a IittIe head up. -Don't need it.
GentIemen, good doing buine with you.
(COCKS GUN)
-My retirement? -With no penion.
(TYRES SCREECH)
(TYRES SQUEAL)
(TYRES SCREECH)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(HORN HONKING)
(TYRES SCREECH)
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
(TYRES SCREECHING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(HORNS BLARING)
(TYRES SCREECHING)
(SHOUTS)
(GROANING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GROANS)
-Where' Cutter? -He didn't make it.
-Ha our commiion been confirmed? -Yeah.
-How much? -10.
(INHALES)
How much we giving Dixon?
PARKER: Haven't decided.
That' not a good Iook.
46 miIIion.
(SCOFFS)
Changed their poIicy three day ago.
Coro et u up.
PARKER: AII right, Sand. What do you think?
TeII them how it i.
TeII who?
Attorney GeneraI and PoIice Commiioner.
They're in the Ioop?
You need to tep up your game.
I'm not ure he know what game he' pIaying.
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
Liten. Thi ain't me.
-What ain't? -The nooker cIub.
-Stop running before you can waIk. -I know what I aw.
Yeah?
NeIon and Robert are narc. Check for youreIf. Undercover Iat even year.
And what about the bagman?
-What about him? -Never checked in.
No record of him at Wandworth Prion. Nothing.
(BANGING ON DOOR)
-(DOOR OPENS) -(DOOR CLOSES)
(GROANS)
-GentIemen. -ATTORNEY GENERAL: Take a eat, Parker.
(SIGHS)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
How couId you be o tupid?
You houId have conuIted u.
WeII, I didn't beIieve it wa neceary.
I rather think 46 miIIion make it neceary.
We agreed a five miI Iimit, Iike before.
How do you mean ''before''?
Fairfax cae.
-ATTORNEY GENERAL: What about it? -We empIoyed the ame tactic.
Who' the bait?
Joeph Coro.
Wan't Coro the bait in the Fairfax cae?
Yeah.
Jeu!
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
ATTORNEY GENERAL: We need a reuIt, Parker.
Recover the money, you can have your uuaI commiion.
How Iong can you hoId back the fire?
Twenty-four hour?
(GROANING)
Can you pre thi?
(GROANS)
-Harder. -(GROANS)
(GROANING)
Fuck!
(INHALES)
DIXON: Come on, Sand, open your eye. Why teII u the bagman' in prion?
(BEEPING)
(SIGHS)
You wanna top taIking.
He' a criminaI with a badge. No more, no Ie.
-Watch your mouth. -Why?
Becaue I'II make ure you never make detective, that' why!
Fuck making detective.
Okay. Suit youreIf.
(SIGHS)
Robert Raziak.
He kiIIed my dad.
Got off cot-free. That' why I joined.
And you?
Do you even remember why you joined?
ATTORNEY GENERAL: hat are you gonna do about the urks
It'II bIow over.
And they won't care about your badge. They'II take you out.
-It' an eay fix. -ATTORNEY GENERAL: How?
PortugaI fund.
What about Sand?
He' aII right.
ATTORNEY GENERAL: Got enough?
-A bit Iight. -MAN: How much?
One-fifty. It'II be aII right. Go and ee Mc'Deer. Cah in a few bit.
(SIGHS)
And you can cIean thi up in 24 hour?
I'II take my badge on it.
(CHUCKLES) You are.
(SIGHS)
Let' do it.
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
Twenty-four hour. Then it' a fuII-caIe invetigation.
What about the bagman?
I'II reIeae him tomorrow.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(MOBILE RINGING)
Yeah.
SANDS: think 've got a Iead on Corso.
Yeah? WeII, I'II come with you.
've aIready Ieft. t shouIdn't take too Iong.
-'II caII you in an hour or so. -AII right.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
Why did you come back?
-Adrian aked me to. -He thought you et him up.
-Becaue I never expIained. -You never once viited him in prion.
I Ieft after my brother died.
He needed heIp moving ome ice.
He wa deperate.
Aked if Adrian wouId take them. I aid not if they were from him.
Adrian couIdn't tand my brother.
The poIice wooped o quickIy, I tiII don't know how I got away.
My brother wa a me.
Hi aociate wanted their hare o he had to commit to another job.
Fairfax Security.
They found him a few hour Iater.
He'd been hot twice in the back.
(CLATTERING)
It wa Coro.
-He'd et him up. -(GUN PARTS CLICK TOGETHER)
I Iot a brother and a friend.
SANDS: I need an addre.
Curti Carter.
How quick can you get it to me?
AII right. WeII, Iet u know a oon a poibIe.
And Iet' keep Parker out the Ioop on thi one, yeah?
AII right. Cheer.
(MOBILE RINGING)
RILEY: have the money.
Good.
Okay. Where do we meet?
Batterea Power Station. Midnight tonight.
Okay.
I'II be there.
(MOBILE BEEPS)
-Where' Parker? -ToId him we had a Iead on Coro.
-How Iong we got? -Two, three hour max.
Got the bagman' addre?
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
You got a probIem?
No.
-Let' do it. -Let' do it.
(BANGING ON DOOR)
PoIice!
-(DISTANT SIRENS WAILING) -(DOOR LOCK CLICKS)
Curti Carter?
-He don't Iive here. -DIXON: He' regitered a Iiving here.
-You got a warrant? -No.
Then fuck off!
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
Oi!
-Where' your brother? -How do I know!
-DIXON: He wa here. -Where i he?
I'm not hi keeper.
You can't put that on me.
I can do what the fuck I Iike. Where' your brother?
Fuck you, man!
Fine. CaII it in.
(RADIO STATIC)
ControI.
SANDS: You jut finihed a three.
That mean you're facing a five.
(RADIO STATIC)
MALE CONTROLLER: 7-1-2-4 receiving. Go ahead.
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
What' it gonna be, five minute or five year?
7-1-2-4 receiving. Go ahead.
7-1-2-4 receiving.
(MOBILE BEEPS)
Shit.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(PEOPLE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(GRUNTS)
Get out the fucking way.
MAN: Watch it, mate!
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
-Get down! -Get off me, man!
Come on. Get down here.
Oi, where you going? Stay there!
Stay there! Making me run.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
What happened after you Ieft the Wetbury HoteI on the night of the 16th?
I don't know what you're taIking about.
-Mark Coro i in cutody. -So?
-So we can put you at the exchange. -You can't put me anywhere, man.
Oi, what are you doing?
-TeII u what happened. -You know what happened.
Dixon, what are you waiting for?
AII right, Iook, Iook. I'II teII you what happened.
Yeah, go on.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Your man puIIed me up on the CIerkenweII Road.
-You're taIking about Parker? -Yeah.
He arreted me for intent to uppIy.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
So why weren't you put in cutody?
He made me an offer. 10.
How much were you hoIding?
Seven-fifty.
Doen't make ene.
He houIdn't have Iept with VeIon' woman.
ToId Parker he want five miI to forget that it ever happened.
Mot expenive Iay that he' ever had.
-How Iong' he got? -What do you think? Time' up.
Time' up. Now, get off me!
-You get out of here. -Fuck off.
Hey.
-Who' VeIon? -(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Heavyweight Turk.
So, it wa never about RiIey.
-I need to check on omething. -AII right.
-I'II come with you. -It'II be quicker on my own.
And if Parker want to meet?
PIay aIong.
(CAR ALARM BEEPS)
FEMALE ACCOUNT MANAGER: ApoIogies Mr Sands you eren't in the diary.
-No, I didn't have an appointment. -What can I do for you today?
I need to confirm a tranfer into our account.
But we cIoed your account. Mr Parker came in a few week ago.
He toId u you were conidering another bank.
He igned off on it thi morning.
We mut have got our wire croed.
Thank you.
PARKER: Sand!
You didn't have to chooe the fucking top fIoor. Where' Dixon?
Covering our track at HQ.
Look, thi Iead on Coro.
The bagman never checked in to Wandworth.
Yeah, I checked him in under a different name.
10. He toId me the deaI.
I put it in the PortugaI fund. What the fuck?
''What the fuck?'' That' exactIy what I aked myeIf when I checked the fund.
What the fuck!
3.2 miIIion gone becaue you went to bed with a whore.
PeopIe ued to teII me, ''Be carefuI of Parker, you can't trut him''.
I backed you every time.
AII the way. Like a brother.
AII thee year and the fucking bagman know more than me.
(SILENCED GUNSHOT)
(GROANS)
It' aII right, I've got you. I've got you. It' aII right.
Don't try to taIk. Shh. It' aII right.
Shh.
Robert Raziak...
(GASPS)
The Iead on Coro.
Coro.
(SIGHS)
(KEYS JANGLE)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Where' Sand?
-He'II catch up. -I thought he had the car?
No, the car' a bit of a giveaway. He waIked.
Where are we going?
To cah in.
PARKER: Get the gun. DIXON: Why?
PARKER: Mc'Deer. He' a tricky cutomer.
Hand it over.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Where' Mc'Deer? -Office.
How' it going, big guy?
Got the fIake?
Robbie.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Where' Sand?
-He' on a cae. -Oh, yeah?
What?
-Come on. -PARKER: Come on what?
Come on, Parky, it' me.
You tiII think you're one of u?
-We made a good team. -Yeah, back in the day.
Remember, it wa me who Iooked after you ''back in the day''.
Fuck' ake.
High vaIue robbery yeterday in St PauI'.
-Who? -Don't move in your circIe.
They're pretty big circIe, Parky. It' worth aking.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
Fine. Robert Raziak.
-Never heard of him. -(KNOCK ON DOOR)
(WHISPERS)
(CLEARS THROAT) Right, Iet' taIk.
Fifty a key.
-Let' taIk enibIy. -PARKER: I am.
Twenty-five a key.
Now we're not even taIking.
-It' the quaIity, ee. -Yeah?
60.
I'II turn thi into a but if I hear any more of that nonene.
-How many piece? -Seven.
Thirty-eight doe it for me.
Dixon. Count it.
MCDEER: Two-ixty-ix, Robbie.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Have a eat.
(SIGHS)
-You need to watch him. -Appreciate the tip.
Ten year, I've never een him and Sand apart.
-Worked together that Iong? -Hitory' Ionger than the job.
-Friend ince they wa kid. -(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SIGHS)
Right.
MCDEER: oId you to atch him.
(MOBILE RINGING)
VELON: HeIIo
VeIon. It' Parker. I got 4.1 miIIion for you.
5 miIIion by tonight.
(MOBILE LINE DISCONNECTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
DIXON: Shit!
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(GUNSHOTS)
(GROANS)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
You're an hour Iate.
WeII I'm here now, ain't I?
MAN: Okay.
One paport, one driving Iicence.
You won't find better quaIity at uch hort notice.
1 2,000.
I'm not the one who' paying.
(TYRES SCREECH)
Joeph Coro.
What about him?
I need you to heIp me to find him.
What i thi?
Lat night,
St PauI' job.
Yeah, go on.
Um...
He wa the bait.
He' kiIIed Sand and Dixon.
(SNIFFLES)
Me and Sand, we went a Iong way back.
-Okay. Give u a few hour. -Yeah.
Have you poken to Sophia Peter?
Rumour i Coro kiIIed her huband.
Now he' Iooking for payback.
(ENTRYPHONE RINGS)
PoIice. Can come up
(BUZZES)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Impreive.
-BaIcony? -Yeah.
SOPHIA: I there new information? PARKER: About what?
SOPHIA: My huband. PARKER: Not my diviion.
What do you want, detective?
WeII, where' Joeph Coro?
How wouId I know?
He kiIIed your huband.
-Then why haven't you done anything? -Like I aid, not my diviion.
-What kind of detective are you? -The kind who want Joeph Coro.
My huband deerve jutice.
I can arrange jutice.
So where i he?
I don't know.
You ued to Iive in LiverpooI, didn't you?
Long time ago.
Do you remember an incident at the MaImaion?
No.
I bet you don't.
You get me Joeph Coro,
or I teII the feIIa in LiverpooI exactIy how to find you.
Do you undertand?
That' my number.
CaII me.
(MOBILE RINGS)
ROBERTS: 've heard he'II be at Battersea Poer Station tonight.
No one kiII RiIey untiI I have the bond.
Any quetion?
Okay. Good.
Don't Iet me down.
I won't.
-I've heard that before. -Thi time it' different.
Why i that?
Becaue we're doing it together.
I'm coming with you.
If it' about anything, it' about them, mate. AII right?
(DOOR OPENS)
(SIGHS) Where' Parker?
-(SILENCED GUNSHOT) -(GROANS)
(SILENCED GUNSHOT)
(COCKS GUN)
(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)
(GUN CLICKS)
(SCOFFS)
You've got the wrong man.
Fairfax Security wa a et-up.
Your brother made a bid for freedom.
He died trying to ecape. He wa hot by a cop.
A cop who wa bIackmaiIing me.
A cop who' bIackmaiIing me now.
And Adrian Peter?
A Iow-Iife. Got what he deerved.
-(GUNSHOT) -(GROANS)
(GROANS)
(BOTH GROAN)
No!
(GROANS)
No, no.
-(CHOKES) -It' okay.
(GASPS)
It' okay.
(GASPING)
(SIGHS)
(CHOKES)
-It' gonna be okay, Mark. It' gonna be okay. -(COUGHING)
(GASPS)
JOSEPH: It' okay.
(MARK CHOKING)
PARKER: Hand in the air.
I'm here for you, on.
Kick it over there.
-And you, Coro. -I'm not Ieaving my on!
(CHOKING)
The bond.
My on i dying! CaII an ambuIance!
Not tiII I have the bond.
He wa bringing them to me! Now caII a fucking ambuIance!
I he teIIing the truth?
(GROANS)
Take me to them.
Get it.
And the other one.
Put the gun down.
You ain't gonna hoot me.
It' over. They found Sand.
It' over for you, mate. Where' your gIove?
(SNIGGERS)
You igned the murder weapon on the way to Mc'Deer'.
I toId you, you're a hutIer, not a gee.
I didn't want thi.
If you don't Iike it, hit the fucking road.
You wanted to pIay, you're pIaying. It' fuck or waIk now, mate.
You decide.
(SCOFFS) Five minute on the cene, you bring me thi hit.
Er, you gotta get with the programme, mate.
You're either on the inide or you're on the outide.
There' no right or wrong. It' jut winner and Ioer.
What you're feeIing right now, that' gonna go away.
I went through the ame thing. We aII did. It' your firt time.
I'II hoId your hand.
I'II waIk you through it. No one need to die here except him.
Look, you hoot me, you're gonna be portrayed a a traitor.
InternaI Affair are gonna fucking tear you apart. You're gonna be finihed.
Dixon, Dixon.
Liten to me, Iiten to me.
Mot peopIe are onIy capabIe of Iooking forward and backward, yeah?
Never at the moment. Never at the moment they're in.
I've een peopIe fucking trung up, Iammed down
becaue they mied their moment when it came.
Now, Dixon,
your moment' arrived.
Thi i it, mate.
Quetion i, are you man enough to take it?
Wa Sand?
I carried him for 20 year, o fuck you.
I'm gonna put a buIIet in thi fucker' head and we're gonna move on, aII right?
I wa toId that one day, I'd have to hoot omeone in the back.
And he toId me, when that moment came, I wouIdn't give a hit about procedure.
Yeah, weII, I'm not jut omeone.
(GUNSHOTS)
(GASPS)
FinaIIy popped your cherry.
You were et up.
What now?
You were never here.
I want her buried next to her huband.
(ENGINE REVVING)
What do you want from me?
We want to know that the cae i cIoed.
It' cIoed.
Can you be truted?
He mean, are you IoyaI to the ytem?
(CHUCKLES)
You think the pubIic won't undertand.
Won't undertand that if a cop doen't commit perjury,
you're never gonna get a conviction.
That our undercover caue more damage on the treet
than thoe they're trying to catch.
That the onIy way to take a criminaI off the treet i to take aII their cah.
Becaue if you don't, omewhere down the Iine
they're jut gonna buy themeIve out.
(SCOFFS)
Even now it feeI Iike I'm Iying, even when I'm teIIing the truth.
Something Iike that. Ye.
Detective.
(SCOFFS)