Dr Obina
the hospital where you work is right next door to Café 66.
Yes, that's correct.
Me and my colleagues go to that café for lunch, you know.
Simon, where do you need me?
We're just making room for a major incident.
Multiple casualties. Theatre two.
Squeeze up through, nice and fast please.
BP and stats.
Sats at 92 percent. BP over 60.
Trauma unit is full, so we're gonna have to prep 'him in here.
At what point did you become aware of the patient's identity?
You're asking when did I know he was the perpetrator of the attack?
That's correct.
Excuse me, please wait until he is out of surgery.
Might not last that long. - That doesn't matter.
Well, we need an ID as soon as we can.
So this is him?
He lives, he dies, we'll be right here.
Did knowing what the patient had done affect your work at all?
The bullet entered below his right mandible
and exited above his left eye socket.
He was beyond saving.
You are not gonna find any terrorists down there, bruv.
Stop fidgeting.
I just don't see why I can't do it.
Oi, believe it or not, it's no picnic for me either. Hold still.
Right, the mic's behind your zipper. If you need a slash, be careful.
I feel like I've got "snitch" just tattooed on my forehead.
No one's gonna be patting you down at a funeral.
You really think this Big-shot guy's gonna show for the salat.
Well, we won't know if we're not there, will we?
What we do know is Yousef's dead.
And someone killed him.
I'm swimming in this thing. - It ain't a fashion show.
Right, the camera's in this top button.
Anyone you meet, get their full names. Right? Repeat it nice and clear.
Try to stand about arm's-length back.
Bruv, this is so dirty, spying at a Janazah.
Well, the way I see it
we're looking for the fella that killed the fella getting buried.
It evens out.
Not if this Big-shot finds me wearing a wire.
- Then don't get caught. - Mm.
Names and faces, that's all I need.
Strong turn out today.
Your brother was obviously some dude.
Forty believers to get him to Jannah and that.
We take all comers.
What are you wearing?
For real. Why do you look like you're going to sell me a mattress?
Nah, it's... It's my dad's. Best I could do.
Cut Waleed, how you holding up, bruv?
Um, what's... What's Cut even short for anyway?
Like what's... What's your full name?
Why you going around asking people's names, fam?
My name means you're liable to get cut.
Hey, you know we call him that cos his dad never paid bills.
Lecky was always getting cut. - Bruv, that was like one time!
Hey, come. Having food back at mine.
Listen to a bunch of strangers tell me about Yousef.
- Yo, as-salaam-alaikum. - Wa-alaikum-salaam
Yeah, it's good to see the ummah out in full force.
It's a beautiful thing, innit.
Yo, we going back to yours, bruv? - Na, just friends and family, innit.
A long walk for you through. Long.
- Yeah. Take care of yourselves, yeah? - Yeah.
- Look after yourself. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Ah, mashallah. That was beautiful.
Beautiful. Thank you. - Peace. Mashallah.
Thanks.
Sorry fellas, I didn't meet you all. I'm Raza Shar.
Hey, sorry. Sorry to interrupt, guys. Yeah. I'm Raza.
- What's going on? You good? - Good, yeah, yeah. Raza.
Yeah, yeah. I met you one time, man.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. What's your name again?
Sal, man.
- Levi? - Yeah.
- Is that Levi...? - Levi. Just Levi.
My name's Akash.
- Akash, what? - Akash.
It's difficult these days.
Dadir, right?
Roxy. I was, um...
I was friends with your brother.
- Yeah? - Listen, um...
I'm... I'm really sorry. - Yeah, yeah. OK. Alright.
Thanks.
I was thinking maybe we could talk.
About Yousef? It's what we're all here for, innit.
Maybe we could talk. Me and you.
Join the back of the queue.
Alright, Yousef was sharkin' all over. All them girls had their hands out.
I ain't got nothing for you. - That's not what I'm here for.
At least they didn't come begging at his funeral.
This is some low-end shit. Rizla, you seeing this?
My brother's dead.
Skank bank's closed. Move on with your life.
You should probably come back another time.
Call it a bad day. - Don't worry. I won't come back.
Uh, OK. What... What was, uh, your name again?
- Sorry, mate. - Say hello to the family for me.
Raza, love. There you are. - What are you doing here?
I come to pay my respects. Read about it in the local.
You never told me nothing about Dadir's brother passing.
This is friends and family. You can't be here.
Mad. Whole Shar clan here now, yeah?
Uh, yeah.
I forgot my keys. My dad just, uh... - Ah, keys. What you blathering about?
Come here. You alright then? You're alright, love.
Yeah, I'm alright. Thanks for asking Mr Shar.
Hey, none of this Mr. It's Hanif to you, OK?
Come. Come meet my mum.
Ah, I don't think I'm dressed for that.
- Yeah. No. Maybe another time. - What d'you mean?
Just give him his jacket back. He'll look suave.
Hm? That's not my jacket.
Course it is. I got it from your wardrobe.
Alright. Give it over then.
Uh, I'm... I'm good.
Well, is it your jacket or is it my jacket?
Just give him his jacket.
Take your time.
Easy. It's quite...
I know how to put on a jacket.
I must have been a thinner man.
So, your brother...
devout sort, was he?
- Well, I mean... - In that case...
I brought him a gift.
Mr Shar, you're a bad man.
- Come on let's drink this for him. - Alright. Come on.
It's what he would have wanted.
Keep it down, would ya? I'm gonna call the police!
Hey, be quiet, you big pussy cat!
We gotta get home. - What?
Ammi keeps texting me. We gotta leave. - Come on. Feel the rhythm.
Let's go.
- Last chance. - How did I spawn such a killjoy!
"Turn it down or I'm gonna call the police."
Keep it going till dawn if you have to, boys!
Oh, shut up!
Let's go! - I'm coming. I'm coming.
I'm going. I'm going.
- Up there. - Just hang on.
Dadir. Oi! Oi!
Let me say goodnight.
- Dadir, oi! - Abu, no, no, relax.
Apologies, bruv. A few too many. Uh, just trying to get him home.
Sorry, I'm Raza. - You talking to people about me?
Yeah, Rizla, maybe not now, yeah? Not now.
Put away your hand before I cut it off.
Hey, that's my son you're talking to, alright.
Alright, Abu We, um, probably should get home.
Listen to your boy, old man.
Gobshite, who you calling old man, hey?
- Hey? - Quick Go on.
Hey, hey. Wait. Wait.
You called the police?
Ah, you've got a pace on you, love.
I ain't had to run from the old bill like that since my stag do.
You're not gonna have a heart attack on me, are you?
I gotta have a tinkle.
I don't think this is mine.
How was the funeral?
You tell me.
Alright, let's start again. D'you meet anyone interesting?
You haven't been to a funeral before?
It's mostly just a lot of sad people, innit.
Alright, there was this one dude.
But he got real sketchy when I tried talking to him.
- Alright, you get a name? - I mean, I tried.
Well, you gotta try harder.
Have you got any info about him?
Eastern European. Drove a white van.
You need to get Dadir to introduce you.
OK. How am I doing that?
There's this fish, right, the pilot fish.
Everyone in the ocean steers clear of the shark
but the pilot fish doesn't have to.
It sits there, right there under the shark's fin.
Goes wherever the shark goes. Sees whatever the shark sees.
They trust each other so much that this ballsy little fucker
eats the leftovers right out of the shark's mouth.
What are you on about?
Why do you sound like David Attenborough?
You stick to Dadir. He'll get you there.
Fella with the white van, get me a name.
What are you doing?
Nothing.
Where's Raza keep his ciggies? I know he hides them from me.
No, I hide them from you.
- You don't, do you? - Hanif!
What are you actually looking for?
I don't know.
Do you want to know his secret hiding spot?
He thinks he's so bloody smart.
Who puts a bean bag on the balcony?
Look.
Nah. That's not what I'm looking for.
I'll be down in a sec.
That'll be the boys. Put it back. Put it back.
I'll keep them busy.
Hand to God, whatever's in that tin, nothing to do with me, Mr Shar.
I believe you, Carl. Millions wouldn't, but I do.
Well, I'm touched, mate.
Hey, son, I do have a question for a man in your profession.
Ask away.
This mate of mine comes round the pub the other day.
We're all just talking, nothing special, bunch of old lefties.
Anyway, I notice he's got a little camera on his jacket.
That ain't a mate, that's a snitch.
Hang on. I ain't told you the 'ole story.
Yeah, well what's to know? Your mate is a snitch. You should do 'im.
I've known him a long time.
Don't matter how long you've been friendly with a snake.
It's still prone to bite you, innit.
Geezer at the shop said that's best one for a wannabe paparazzo.
Sound.
What is this? Leica?
I don't know what they call it. Whatever it is, it ain't cheap.
Why you trynna bribe me? What d'you want?
Your brother bought you a nice present. How about a thank you?
OK. Thank you.
Where did you get the money for that then?
No-where. Just, uh, got my overtime, didn't I.
So, when do I get my bloody gift then, huh?
Source nine put in a good shift at the funeral.
One of these faces might be Yousef's connection to El Adoua.
Cross-check names with the watch list.
If you don't have a name, work the snouts. Find one.
We know this one, don't we? - Oh Christ.
That's, uh, Akash Williams. He's a keyboard jihadi.
Popped up on a GCHQ watch list. I looked in on him last year.
His online profile is sympathetic to the cause.
El Adoua comes through London, never steps foot on public transport
no phone calls, all cash transactions.
That's trade craft.
This guy, Akash
failed all his GCSEs and he lives with his grandma and grandad.
I think our Big-shot is a touch more sophisticated that that, darling.
Well, we still have to rule him out.
That's my spot at the grill, the driver, with the white van. That's him.
OK.
I thought MIT ruled out the owner already?
The registered owner, some 87-year-old with vascular dementia.
Someone clearly registered the van in his name.
Well, let's prioritise getting him ID'd.
My snout's working Yousef's brother. Holly, let's knock Akash off the list.
OK.
Also gonna need that 50 pound registration fee, brother.
What do you need my dad's number for? The guy is useless.
Man, just put down your mate, Dadir, if you want.
I don't actually care.
It's just an emergency contact in case you get knocked out.
Yeah, but no, this is what I told you last time.
Alright, doors are up nine to nine.
And I'm not a laundry service, so bring your own towel.
OK, bro, I've got two rules, man: No wankers. No phones.
Fine by me.
Alright, cool. We're gonna start you off from the ropes, yeah.
Just, uh, come this way.
Alright, so we warm up over here. And, uh, changing rooms are over there.
That's where the toilets are, as well...
"Never Trust Non-Muslims", "Mujahideen Strategies",
- "Can Kuffar be Family?"... - Disgusting.
- Kash, how can your nan not be your family? - David...
Feeds ya three beautiful halal meals every day, doesn't she?
David. Blood pressure.
If you continue to post these on your socials, sooner or later...
I don't do nothing. I'm just sharing.
That can be enough.
And it won't be us here knocking at your door
It'll be armed units here to arrest you.
Good. That bleeding-heart social worker was supposed to help.
All she did was have us cancel internet. It's called "Prevent".
All it's preventing is Trisha from Skyping her sister.
Now, she's got to go all the way down to the café to get online.
We're at the end of a very bloody long rope here.
Do you mind if we step out for a minute?
It might be better if we talk to Akash alone.
You know we're more than fair with him.
I don't doubt it. We just need five minutes.
Through there.
Who's this cheeky chappy?
Your dad's still in Brum, is he?
D'you see him much?
No one wants to go Brum.
He didn't hang about, did he, after your mum died?
What would you know about my mum?
I know she wouldn't want this situation for you.
I read that nonsense you post online.
Now that I've met you, you seem like an alright bloke.
Grandparents are sweet enough for a couple of geezers.
Sweeter than mine, I tell you that much.
So what is it, Kash? What gets you so wound up?
Not me; Qur'an, innit. "Slay dem where you find 'em."
That's actually a mistranslation. It's "Fight them where they fight you".
- It says what it says. I didn't write it. - It's about self-defence.
The next verse says:
But, if they desist, God is forgiving and compassionate
You might have known it better if you hadn't got kicked out your mosque.
I didn't get kicked out!
That Imran's working for the CIA.
The Al CIA-da.
But yous know all about that.
He's on the pay roll. Don't lie.
I've been approached like four times, you know.
Tap on the shoulder, innit.
And what did they ask of you?
Top secret stuff probably.
Who approached you? What did they look like?
It was this guy... Or they.
They? So it was two people that approached you?
Mm.
- Their names? - Jamie and Steve.
The CIA gave you their names! - Really?
So, who's Jamie and Steve or have you got it confused?
I'm not confused! - Sounds confused.
- There was one or two of them? - Doesn't matter how many.
Their names were Jason and Simon? - No. I said Jamie and Simon.
You said Jamie and Steve. - Well, I forgot.
And they said they were MI6? - Mate, no, I said CIA.
MI6 or CIA? - Doesn't matter, does it?
Why don't you go to Brum, Kash?
Cos he doesn't want to fucking see me, does he?
"Count to ten when you get angry." You've heard that one, I bet.
Hey?
Thing is when I get angry numbers escape me
and before I know it, Mr Hyde's on the prowl again.
You gotta learn to control it.
Here.
Here's a little trick I learnt.
There.
Just look at the timer and breathe.
Just breathe.
You don't want us to come back here.
Got an alert from the OP. The Albanians are back.
Well, let's get over there.
Foxtrot One to control.
We have a subject moving south on Aston. Over.
Roger that, Foxtrot One. Do you require assistance?
Negative. We're four lengths back. We don't expect to engage. Over.
Roger that.
What's going on tonight?
Promise I'll leave my dad at home this time.
You're lucky the Feds showed up. Man, it was about to get active.
- Yeah. Who was that dude? - You don't wanna know.
So what you saying then? Uh, meet up in a bit?
Alright. Yeah. Cool.
Next time, man.
- Who were you talking to? - Don't worry about it. Go back to sleep.
Go ahead, Foxtrot.
Yeah, I need background on the Old Ballroom on Barking Road.
See whose name's on the deed, purchase history, whatever you got.
Roger that.
Guys, you're late.
What's your ETA?
Difficult to say. Traffic's rough.
Can't you just throw on your blues and twos?
Can't be having that. Discretion is of the upmost importance.
That's his story. We're wasting away here.
Look at that. Traffic cleared up! - Bastards.
Red building. Subject entered three hours ago.
I hope you've brought a book.
The Ballroom's owned by DDLM Consulting
listed on the Kosovo Chamber of Commerce as an accounting firm.
It's a shell.
Board members' names are probably all picked off tombstones.
Well, we should still put a call in.
Charlie! Fucking hell. That you?
Hey up, lad.
Fucking 'ell, Nigel. I didn't recognise you, mate.
Well, you know. Time gets every man. You and all.
Thought you was off in States, California.
Nah, I'm down in Florida, me, near Disneyland, yeah.
Fucking Mickey Mouse, innit.
Right. Well, done nought for the tan I see. Huh?
Here, this lovely thing gotta name?
Holly. - Ah, Nigel Briggs, at your service.
Yeah, we're working on a construction bid, so hopefully be over here a lot more now.
Right, right. Hey, how's it toiling for this'un, eh?
He was a right maniac as I know him.
Ah, yeah, he's not so bad as long as he remembers to count to ten.
Ah, yeah, sounds about right, hey.
Hey, you heard Skittles bolloxed it with a parole board?
Hey, what the fuck do they know, hey? - Aye. There's always an exterior, innit.
How do you two know each other?
Ah, you don't want us to get into that, you know.
Too blue for your precious ears.
What you doing down here anyway?
Thought you said you'd never set foot in London?
Ah, I fucked right off, you know.
I still stay out the PC swamp as far as I can.
But you know, when duty calls...
Hey, master of disaster, huh?
Sharon said you've matured.
I thought like old cheese, you know, not fine wine.
Hey, come on. You're not so bad yourself, mate.
Right, yeah. Well, clean as a cat's mouth me.
- Seven year now. - No way! That's great, mate.
Are you still bumping into Sharon then?
Aye, now and again, now and again. Yeah, yeah.
Hey, she'd kill me if I, you know, didn't snap the old selfie.
Yeah, yeah. Come on.
Right. Sorted. Nice one.
Here, listen. I'd love to... Love to glory days it with ya
but, you know, I got a load that won't wait on me, so...
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Hey, it's been special bumping into ya.
Aye, aye, aye.
If I ever catch word you've been in that Legion drinking without me
there'll be hell to pay.
Aye, you'll not lose any sleep on that.
Alright, see ya around.
Fucking hell.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.
Yeah.
Just, uh... Just have to be careful.
Yes, Rizla. What is it?
Just gonna hit the pad, d'you wanna come?
- Nah, man. I've got something going. - Yeah? What's that?
Blud, you're nosey. Why you always asking me questions?
Nah, I'm just looking for something to do.
Yeah? Yeah, I can come myself.
Now? Yeah, for what? What we doing?
Alright. I get it. No questions.
Yeah. Alright. Yeah, bring it out then.
Alright. Bye.
Why are you spying on me, weirdo?
Why are you spending 100 quid on a pair of shoes?
Gora wedding, innit.
I can't exactly rock up in a pair of fake creps.
Who's getting married? - No-one you know. See you later.
- Where you going? - Out.
But where though? Are you going to see your girlfriend?
Mind your own business, perv.
Hey.
I wanted to explain something about last night.
Uh, he was a contact from your UC work. - Yeah.
Yeah. And there's protocol, you know.
I'm supposed to report any interaction with anyone from that time.
It's a whole song and dance, you know.
I'd appreciate it if you left this out of your duty statement.
You don't write these up normally?
I've never had to. I've never had a run-in before.
What about... Was it Sharon he mentioned? - Yeah.
Yeah, it was ten years ago. You know, just after the case.
I'd rather leave it in.
I mean, I'm still trying to get on Rose's good side.
It's only a duty statement.
And anything I say will speak to how well you kept your cover.
Yeah.
Hey, you never lose it.
Uh, that's the training.
The first thing they teach you is how to carry yourself.
See you, when you walk, you lead with your toes.
Doesn't everyone?
You know, when I was a kid
my dad always told me to stand up straight, so...
I lead with my chest.
But Charlie's... It's down here in the hips.
And there's other things you can do, you know, hair, clothes.
Everyone's got a different way of reaching out to the world
touching it.
Go on, take it.
Oh, she's a grabber.
What about a Charlie? - A Charlie?
Always a squeezer.
You see the problem is, when you're the lie
it's hard to know which part of you's the truth.
And that's the burden.
It's your call.
Better hit the road.
Oh, Well, either way, he's no good to anyone dead.
Hey, what time do you call this, Rizla?
- It's now. - Whatever, man.
So where we going?
Yo!
You gonna throw it over or you just gonna stand there like a mug?
You live on this estate? - No.
Nah, you got people here? - No. I don't think so.
So what you doing here then, man?
Huh?
Chill. Don't piss yourself, big man. Huh? - Get off me.
Shut up, man.
- Oi, give that back, bruv. - Really? It's ancient, bruv.
Oi!
You could have smashed my nan's window.
- Alright, knob off, Crazy-kash. - Watch.
- Go on! - You what?
- You dickhead. - Piss off. Go on. You better run.
Are you buddy-buddy with them? - I'm just trying to find my brother.
Yeah? Who's your brother?
You don't know him. Raza.
I've seen him, yeah.
Raza's my homie.
Bro, he's a total legend.
That's nice. You take photos with it?
Yeah. That's what you do with a camera.
I got a pro camera at home.
Telephoto.
It stores like a thousand gigs.
A thousand gigs? Bruv, does that even exist.
How many gigs does that store then, bro?
Not even one. Think about that.
OO. I'm gonna go home.
Come on, bro. They don't mess with me.
Do you like cars? - Yeah. Depends which one.
Mm.
Pussies.
- What you doing? Wait here. - I don't even know where here is.
Here's here, innit. Just keep an eye out.
- For what? - You've got eyes, haven't you?
Bad shit coming my way, just honk the horn or something.
What you waiting for? Get in there.
What are you on about?
- I said, get in there. - Are you following me?
- Maybe. - Seriously, stop messing with me.
Uh, are you here?
- Flash him the lights. - Are you here?
- Bruv, where are you? - Right behind you.
See me?
What are you doing here?
I'm waiting for you to get your arse in there.
Go on, pilot fish.
- You sure it's safe in there? - He'll be alright.
Try the other door. Go on.
There he is. I told ya. Boy's a natural.
Hello?
Yo? Dadir?
Oh my... Rizla, what are you doing in here?
Hey, I know this one. This is your guy with old man.
Enough!
This is your friend?
Yeah... No, what it is is that I told him to wait outside.
This is not outside!
Perhaps, he's not your friend?
Nah, nah, Mr Gramos, it's not like that. See I...
Your shirt and jeans.
Your clothes off.
168.
Have you been running?
Hmm?
What's your name? - Raza. Raza Shar.
Raza Shar. India?
Bangladesh, Pakistan? - Pakistani.
Oashmiri, Punjabi, Urdu?
Urdu.
I want you to be honest with me now.
Why are you in my house?
Dadir said to watch his back.
There's a surveillance van parked across the street.
I thought he should know.
How you know this?
Plumbing van.
I saw this geezer get inside. He hasn't moved.
Rizla's a chess master, Mr Gramos.
Trust.
Get dressed.
Raza Shar, chess master.
- Who d'you meet behind that door? - Your Big-shot dude.
How do you know it was him?
Oh, I don't know cos he acted like a general all-round big shot
like stripped me down, had a machine gun at my face.
That's good. Tell me about him.
That's good? Are you serious? - Well, it's all a matter of perspective.
- Yeah, thanks, bruv. - I'm not your bruv.
I'm not here to catch your feelings.
You're in the back of my car for one reason, information.
Fella with the machine gun, tell me about him.
Dadir called him Mr Gramos.
He's old, like older than you old.
He's Albanian.
What makes him Albanian?
They had the flag up, you know, with the bird.
What else?
He was waving a machine gun around. What else d'you need to know?
I was doing what you told me to. Apparently, that's all I ever do.
A pilot fish, go where the shark goes.
bigger fucking sharks.
I got you your Big-shot dude, when you gonna arrest him?
Soon. Maybe.
No more soon. Now. I want out. Now.
Ah fuck!
When I say soon, it's soon. When I say now, it's now.
And when I say talk, you talk.
I promise ya there's no bigger shark down here than me.
I want more then.
I want my mum to be British on paper.
You can do that, right?
I can help her. You're gonna have to earn it.
I just stood out in front of the Albanian massive
with a gun at my head and my flopper hanging out.
What else can I give you?
Hey.
You survived. That's the hardest part.
Hello?
Excuse me, who's this? Why do you have my husband's phone?
Uh, I don't know your husband. Uh, I found this in a taxi.
Oh, the driver looked shifty, so I didn't want to leave it with him.
Yeah, it's, um... It's early. Can we do this later?
Oh, I'm sorry.
Sorry about the call. Um, it's not...
Well, I mean it is, but...
thanks for covering.
- Oh... Thanks. - Good luck with your wife.
Look, we don't need to shake on it, mate.
Right, um...
- That bloke was married? - How long have you been up?
He has a wife.
Don't look at me like that.
It's not like he advertised it on his profile.
Holls, if there's one thing we both know for certain
it's that all men lie.
- They sweat lies. They shit lies. - Mm.
If a man is talking, it's a lie.
Yeah! Action 14! Action 14! Action 14!
I've got this genius system, you know.
I call the lady at the skip company
and she tells me if they've been hired out by any car shops or mechanics and that.
Bro... Bro, come here! Yes! As if!
You see that, yeah? - Yeah.
That'd cost you 500 to fit in at a scrap yard, you know.
Whoa. - Feel that.
Argh, it's heavy!
It is, innit. - Yeah.
Let me get a picture.
Tilt it, bro. All I'm getting is glare.
You're gonna eat up my data. Why can't we use your phone?
I'm not supposed to use the internet, innit.
...tighten up the nuts and the bolts...
Hey, Kash.
Have you nicked me tools again?
No. What you talking about?
Talking about me spanners. And who's this young man?
My friend, Nas. - Hiya, I'm helping with the car.
If that jalopy ever gets running again
you two lads can take me and his nan down to boozer, can't ya. Hey?
So what? Your dad's a gora then?
No way!
That old git's my mum's dad, kuffar bastard.
- Why are you so tense? Lean back. - I'm not tense.
- The water's too hot. - Ugh, you're always so fussy.
- You always run the water too hot. - Kills the head lice.
You've been saying that same joke since I can remember.
So what are you so worried about?
Me? Nothing.
This wedding.
Do her parents know you're Asian?
Well, they put my name on the seating chart
if they haven't cracked the case by now, they're never gonna.
You know, when I first came here, I went out with a gora, a rugby player.
And this one time, we met his mother, and I don't know why
I started speaking with a proper English accent.
Oh, hello ma'am. Your son is so splendid.
Lovely weather we're having.
So I had to just dump this rugby player
just to save myself from the bloody accent.
So you just be you, Beta. Huh?
Let everybody at this wedding see
my boy's a fucking superstar. Hm?
Boom.
- Hey. - You alright, love?
She wants a word with you.
Mr Briggs, Holly. We met the other day.
Yeah, I got you message.
If I had ought to say, I would have called you back.
Alright.
I was hoping we could talk for a minute regarding Charlie.
Didn't I say I got your message? - Have I upset you somehow?
Look, you can tell Charlie
I haven't said nought, I haven't done nought
I didn't even think nought.
Alright, well I'm not here for Charlie, but I am here about Charlie.
As he mentioned we might be going into business together.
This is just due diligence.
Clearly, you two have a long history.
Yeah, yeah, history, alright. Yeah.
I've done my time. Five years, three months, 17 days.
And what life I got left, I clawed together
but that's the lot I got. I'm grateful for it.
I'm not here to disturb that.
Well, then you'll be on your way.
I've noticed you drive a lorry now.
Must be nice being on the road after your time inside.
Five years, three months, 17 days, does that count as a spent conviction?
Pretty sure anything above four years you have to declare to your employer.
Or am I wrong?
Mardy Charlie, huh.
One glimpse, I get my toe in quicksand again. Huh?
There's no harm in answering a few questions.
Well then you don't know him, do ya?
I'd steer a lifetime away from that man, if I were you.
There's some of God's creatures you don't see coming.
- How's that? - No. It's too tight.
Yeah, they're supposed to be tight.
You don't want them flying off
when you're barrelling down on goal, do ya?
- Where d'you say her shin pads were? - They're already in the car.
Right, come on.
- I've gotta take this. - Yeah, we'll be in the car.
This is Redwood Virtual Office, Orlando...
He's coming. He's coming. He'll be a minute.
- We have an incoming call for... - Charlie Goodman.
- ... from... - It's Sharon.
To accept the call, press one. To forward to voice mail...
Hello, stranger.
Wait, Charlie, I'm confused. How are you back in Florida already?
Have you spoken to Nigel?
Hey, listen, I wasn't there for long. It was just a flying visit.
- Oh, OK. - I barely had time to unpack
let alone make it up North.
Please can you turn on the hot air, mum?
Sharon?
Charlie, you promised me when you're on this side of the ocean
you're mine
so if I here you're in the country and not dropping in in the Legion
how am I not gonna be on the fucking war path?
Are you there? Charlie?
Hello?
Mummy, that woman said a bad word.
Yes, it's just the radio.
We're not losing you for another Saturday, are we?
Did I say anything about going in?
I've got a lot of money riding on this match! Are you ready to win?
"The Look of Love" by ABC
Lovely!
- Hello. Hello, everybody. - Hi!
Dad wants you to join his pub team apparently.
Course he does, I'm a trivia machine.
Bars empty. Better make my move.
You can't still be nervous!
It's more your mum I'm weary of.
Don't lie. She was kinda giving me the vibe.
You're so full of shit.
You, me, next song.
Can I get a Jack and Coke?
Sorry about that, bruv.
Ah, I get it. Can't stand that shit neither.
Won't get any better. They'll be doing the Macarena by midnight.
Jack and Coke, if you don't mind.
You don't smoke, right?
Groom's stash.
Twelve years.
Don't be tellin' no-one though.
Nah, nah. Don't worry, bruv. That's for them, innit.
"Dizzy" by Tommy Roe
- Be easy, bruv. - Alright, laters.
Barnaby. Here. Barnaby.
Barnaby!
- Here. - Thanks.
Has she scored yet?
Um, she hit the ball once. I don't think it went where she intended.
She'll get better in the second half. - Yeah. Who's Charlie?
- Here! Jack, Jack, Jack! - Keep your eye on the ball!
Yeah, well done, son. Keep on going.
- Is that one of Lori's friends? - It's not a trick question, Gabe.
- Well, why don't you answer it then. - I heard it.
In the car. Lori heard it.
Great save, keeper. Great save!
I never ask you about who calls you in the middle of the night, weekends.
I don't ask about where you go, who you see.
I know you can't talk about your work, but there is one person
whenever they call you, I can tell...
shakes you...
sets you off-kilter somehow. I don't know. I can't put my finger on it.
At least, I've got a name now.
Go on, son. You can beat him.
Charlie.
It's just a name.
Doesn't mean anything.
It's the name I use to keep the unsavouries far from here
from you and Lori.
But not too far.
Tackle him!
Woo!
"Macarena" by Los del Rio
Can I bum one?
Thanks, bro.
Cheers, bruv.
You must be psychic. It's not even midnight.
Bruv, I've done a thousand weddings.
Someone's gonna throw up
somebody's gonna fight, somebody's gonna fuck.
And everyone does the Macarena. It's always the same shit.
Alright, tell me who's gonna fuck.
Alright, him, pink tie, and uh, her, blue dress.
Do you like my tie?
- You sure about that? - No doubt, blud.
- Why are you saying that? - Posh girls all got a type.
Don't look like me or you.
More like that pussy-hole.
That's funny cos she's my girl.
For real? - Mm.
Ah, my bad, bruv.
Bruv, bruv...
Relax, blud. You've got your girl. It's all good.
Yeah, but I ain't saying it's all good.
We're talking about she's going to get with someone else.
No, no, no. Say what you mean.
I already said it. You know I didn't mean it.
You meant it. It's OK. Say it. - What the fuck is your problem?
Wow! Hey!
Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Raza, stop! - Stop, mate!
Raza, what the hell are you doing?
- Razzie, poor form, man. - What's come over you?
- Calm down! - Get him some water.
- Charlotte. - Idiot.
- Are you OK? - Oh, I'm so sorry.
Are you OO, Charlotte?
This train is for Bank.
The next station is Island Gardens.
When leaving the train, please take all your belongings with you.
Your ammi's had a chamomile.
She won't wake for elephants. Sit down.
I need to sleep, Abu. I'm beat.
Raza, love, do you know what you're getting yourself into?
Bed hopefully. What you on about?
You. Working for the police.
That's mental. Where d'you hear that?
I didn't hear it.
I seen the camera in your jacket, didn't I?
Whatever you're doing, you have to stop.
It's too dangerous.
What d'you know about dangerous?
I'm your father. I protect you. I protect this whole family.
Since when? - Since...
Since I cut your bloody umbilical cord, that's when.
Smarty arse!
You can have a round of applause for that then?
I was surprised they let you near a pair of scissors
or did you find the decency to put your beers down for two tics
while your sons were born?
Fuck me, bruv.
I protect this family.
It's on me now.
Go back to sleep.
"Dirty Old Town" by Esther & Abi Ofarim