All these songs about California.
How come no one wrote a song about Slough?
- Eton Rifles. - You what?
"The Jam." "Eton Rifles."
"Sup up your beer and collect your fags,
there's a row going on down near Slough."
That another crappy country music song?
No. And country isn't crappy.
It's got human stories and big emotions and lovely tunes.
It's like Bollywood. With banjos.
Uh, you're not really selling it to me TBH.
Woah!
Sweet.
Yeah, one day it will be us opening the gates
to let poor people in to feed us.
One day.
You didn't tell me it was Jazz Mallick?
- Total legend! - Hmm.
Looks a bit shop worn and off form lately.
- You think? - I know.
Oooh. You just know.
- Wanna bet? - No.
I want you to butter fry these prawns.
"Sting like a bee! Like Mohammed Al-ee!"
Yeah. Still got it.
Me too.
Please come and watch? Just a couple of rounds.
I can't face it, babe. I'm sorry.
- Oh! Uppercut. - Oh!
That's a foot.
I love you.
- Be careful. - I will.
Go smash it, Jazz man.
Can I get a photo?
Oh. Aight.
Maybe later, yeah?
Oh!
Oi! Sugar Ray, starters.
"I could've been a contender. I could've been somebody.
Instead of a bum, which is what I am."
- Where the hell's Lenny? - Don't do this to me, man.
Come on!
- Hey, babe. - Hey, babe.
- Doc, how was his medical? - Flying colours.
- Where is he? Oh. - AWOL.
What's up? Little brother bottling it?
- He'll be here. - Aw. You sure about that?
Maybe Rose has gone into labour?
She's not due till next month.
Yeah, baby doesn't know that.
- Alright. - Hey! Finally!
Jesus, kid!
Nearly gave your bro an heart attack. Where you been?
- Psyching. - I'll give you psyching.
You're on in a, oh, 24 seconds.
Well, what is it you say,
if you're not on the edge, you're taking up too much room?
Wooh!
You can do this, Lenny! Come on!
In the red corner, weighing in at 160 pounds,
he's undefeated in his last four fights,
Jazz Master Mallick!
Come on, Mallick! You got this, bro! Come on, man!
And in the blue corner,
weighing in at 158 pounds,
the contender,
Lenny Lucky Lowe!
- Come on, Lenny! - Alright, gentlemen.
Let's have a clean fight.
Protect yourselves at all times, okay. Touch gloves.
Yes, come on, Mallick! You got this, bro!
Come on, Mallick, man!
- Come on, Lenny, good boy! - Yes!
- You can do it! - What the... Why?
I'm, um, just a sucker for the underdog.
Come on, Lenny! Mash him up!
Yes, Mallick, come on!
- Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! - Get Up! Come on, Lenny.
- On your feet, boy! - Get up, Lenny.
Work behind the jab, Lenny. Work behind the jab!
- Come on! - Mal...
- Woah! Woah! - Get off the ropes!
Off the ropes!
Jab, jab, jab!
Come on, Lenny, dance!
Watch his left!
Yes! Come on!
One! Two.
- Yes! - Yeaaahhh!
- Three. Four. Five. - Come on, Mallick! Get up!
Six!
Seven. Eight! Nine!
- Ten! - Yeaaahhh!
Come on!
- Oh, sorry. - Ow, that hurt.
- Hey. How are you? - You alright? Oh, thanks.
- Congratulations. - Thank you very much.
- Let me help you. - Erm, uh, nah, I'm just...
No, no, no, it's all good. Yeah.
Mum! Boxers don't eat stodge.
Don't call my finest karanji stodge?
And anyway, he'll need some carbs after all that hitting.
And you know that, babe.
And that's the problem with the next generation,
they don't appreciate what and who has gone before.
At their peril.
You tell that kid I want a word.
Sorry.
You seen Lenny?
Lovely work, you two.
Nice smooth tray action.
And there he is! The man himself.
Congratulations, Mr. Lowe. You just won me 500 quid.
Five hundred? How much you put on?
Glad to be of service.
How about I take some of these as a trade?
Oh. Of course!
- You've earned it, darling. - You're a diamond. Thanks.
Hold him still!
Ohh! Ohh!
Go go go!
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Mum!
Morning, Tez. You want some chai?
Not till 11 a.m.
Elevenses? How very twee.
I'm fasting. Eight hour window.
- Did you forget? - I didn't forget.
Forty-five years, since your nanaji died.
Such a funny, gentle giant.
And so brave.
Ran towards danger when everybody else ran the other way.
I wish you'd known my pops.
I reckon I'm nanaji reincarnated you know.
- Really? - Funny.
Tick.
Gentle.
Tick.
Brave.
And the eyes...
same handsome eyes, innit?
Do you think he would've liked me?
Excuse me.
Did you know my father?
Your father?
I'm so sorry. Yeah, yes, I did.
- We were colleagues. - Oh.
Did you know him well?
Sadly not too well, no. Erm, I was new at the job
and, um, Baldev took me under his wing.
I was here when the, uh...
Sorry, sorry.
Bleed to the brain. That's, um,
that's all my mother would tell me.
I never knew exactly what happened.
I'd like to know.
Well, it was all a bit blurry, the raid.
I wasn't in the bank.
Um...
I remember them fleeing in their car, red Escort.
Baldev tryna stop them.
Then Baldev lying on the road.
We-we stopped the traffic.
And Dave, my beat colleague, um,
called an ambulance and tried to stem the bleeding,
I, uh...
I held his hand, and...
told him he was gonna be alright.
And then the, the paramedics came. But, uh...
He'd already slipped away.
I'm glad he wasn't alone.
Thank you, um...
Alan.
Call me Al.
Suki.
Suki Sidhu.
Suki, your father was a fine man.
Perfect, mum. Get in there, right at the front.
Ooh, that is a bit tight.
Mum, you can fit three of these in there.
No, I don't wanna scratch Jolene.
- Where are you going? - Up here, plenty of room. Look.
- Come on, come on. - Oh, my gosh.
You drive like a properbundhi, mum.
He surprised us all to be honest.
I didn't think he'd even show up at one point.
There you go, Mrs. S.
Pleasure doing business with you.
It's all there.
- You up for next weekend? - Absolutely.
Sweet.
Arghhh, Jesus!
Marl.
How d'you turn this thing down?
Did you read the instructions?
Uh, never.
You need to be careful with these,
you can damage muscle fibres, cause sprains,
rupture blood vessels, if you don't know what you're doing.
Ohhhhhh. Oh!
Ooh, you're holding a lot of tension.
- Yea. Ahhhh. - Hey, love.
Hey.
- You seen Lenny? - No.
He ghosted the party last night.
He ghosted me too, he didn't come home.
He's gone out and blown his winnings again, hasn't he?
He can't have done,
I-I've not given him his winnings yet.
What's up?
Lenny's gone AWOL. Again.
He didn't come home and his phone is going straight to voicemail.
Have you tried local hospitals?
- It's a bit extreme. - Still though.
Gem?
Call the General, I'll try the Royal.
Come and have a seat.
Would you like a cup of tea?
Oh, I can't have tea, it makes me feel so sick.
Do you know I was exactly the same with my Tez.
But I found that ginger ale did the trick.
I'd kill for a ginger ale.
Hold on.
Thank you.
Tez, I need you to go to the shop
and get some ginger ale.
Uh! What? Why?
For the lady, she's pregnant.
I didn't knock her up.
You haven't even given me my wages yet.
What? You want them now?
- Plus commission. - Commission?
Who introduced you to this place?
You wouldn't even have got this gig if it wasn't for me.
Go and get the ginger ale
and then we will discuss your commission.
And the deduction for your rent, gas, electric,
water, council tax, food,
internet and subscriptions, okay?
I've gotta stretch out.
Oh, can't you go?
Listen, buddy, I suffered a fourth degree
perineal tear to bring you into the world.
You owe woman-kind. Now go and get the ginger ale.
I did not need to know that.
You absolutely need to know that.
And get some salt and vinegar crisps!
Please, thank you. Darling.
You ready to go?
Are you ready?
- Gotta finish my lunch. - Lunch? What's in that?
Like proteins and aminos and stuff.
"Instantised L-valine. Betaine Anhydrous. Caffeine Citrate."
This is not lunch. This is flavoured mouthwash.
That's my girl!
Shit!
Con!
- Marl? - What's up, bro?
- It's Lenny. - What's going on?
Office.
You're gonna have to take the bus home.
What? Why?
Because something smells off,
and for once it isn't you.
Um, look just, um... get a cab.
On me.
"We've got Lenny Lowe. Got himself in trouble. £300k
in 12 hours or he's gonna disappear permanently."
"Do not contact police, you been warned.
Not so lucky now."
- Oh, God! - 300K?
- Twelve hours? - Fu...!
Who's Lenny in the shit with?
- Rose? - Rose?
No one. That I know of.
We'll have to go the police.
Did you hear what they said?
- Na. We deal with this ourselves. - How?
You're gonna pay these bastards 300k?
I ain't got it. I ain't even got 3k going spare.
What?
Money doesn't flow like it used to, since Marl retired.
We're behind on rent. Ringside is a dream
we're not gonna be living much longer.
I thought you had some invested like?
Until my tax bill.
Oh, shit, man.
You could've told me.
Gem's helping keep this place afloat.
Woah. Hang on.
We've got 12 hours.
Where we gonna find 300 big ones?
I'm not the biggest fan of the feds but what choice do we have?
Sorry, I just wondered would anyone like a...
Ah, forget it. I was actually shamelessly
listening behind the door but I do know a detective,
very professional, excellent success rate of late.
And...
I-I trust him to be discreet.
No, no, we can't!
Please!
You've gotta help me.
They're not messing around, I'm scared.
Marl, Con, please, please help me.
Tell Rose I love her.
He's based at Newton Police Station if you want his number?
Your chai latte to settle the nerves.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Gem, a word?
Mm.
I used to do box-ercise.
- Might take it up again. - When you're ready.
We could do it together. Team bonding.
You're alright.
That'll do.
I'm Con, James Connolly, Lenny's manager.
And this is Marlon Lowe, you probably recognise him.
- I'm DCI Burton, this... - DS Mint.
It's great to meet you.
- Boss. - Morning.
Sidhu?
Or have I unwittingly imbibed hallucinogenics?
Well, I hope not, inspector,
that'd be terribly unprofessional, wouldn't it?
- Turmeric latte? - No!
- Not you, DS Mint. - Ooh, cheers.
Something more dark and bitter for you, inspector?
- Builders, maybe? - No. Thank you.
Do you have somewhere private we can talk?
Yeah, sound, man, come to the office.
Go on then. What's your theory?
Well, Lenny Lowe took a large bag of
mithai with him when he left, and a pack of beer.
Strange for a boxer to consume so much stodge. Don't you think?
What, kidnapped for some sweets and a pack of beer?
Boss.
Yeah, well that's all I've got at the moment.
It's up to you now, innit?
Have to do everything around here.
You need to rest. Get a cab home.
I can't rest!
You've gotta look after this baby, darl,
let us worry about Lenny.
I'm scared, Gem.
What shit has he got himself into?
I'm on call, I've gotta go.
Take care of yourself, love.
Please! You've gotta help me.
They're not messing around, I'm scared.
Marl, Con, please, please help me.
Tell Rose I love her.
Okay. Send us that video.
We need to form a timeline of Lenny's movements
over the last few days.
- Where did you last see Lenny? - In the house.
After the fight, he was in the VIP room.
Everyone fussing over him.
Next thing I know he'd bounced. Standard Lenny.
- Standard how? - He's an introvert.
Hates all the schmoozing.
Yeah, we thought he'd gone home to see the missus.
- Who's the missus? - Rose. That's her there.
Okay.
I'll be right back.
Does Lenny have any beef?
Any rivalries that might be taken too far?
Any criminal associations?
He's had his problems, but not with the law.
Go on.
Lenny been through rehab,
but he's really sorted himself out now,
he's fighting fit.
Stepping up, a proper threat,
he won against Jazz Mallick last night.
Ah.
Have you noticed anything strange about Lenny recently?
Not stranger than usual.
Has he been worried about anything?
No. But I'm worried, what they'll do to him
if they find out you're involved.
Ms. Petrov, we are experienced
in dealing with these situations.
And I promise you we'll do everything in our power
to deliver Lenny home safely.
Look, can you think of anyone
that Lenny might be in trouble with?
No. I have to go, my cab is gonna be here any minute.
Take my card, you hear of anything, contact me.
- You take care. - Thank you.
Decreases stress, increases testosterone.
You should try it.
Okay, so what do we know about Lenny's rival, Jazz Mallick?
Well, my son is a fan,
but personally, I think he's losing his touch.
Hm, his promoter must be very unhappy right now.
- Nora Kurti? - Oh. You know her?
Well, let's just say she's no stranger to the law.
Rose, are you okay?
Taxi just cancelled me.
He's like four minutes away, then he's nine minutes,
and then one minute away and he cancels me!
Would you like a lift?
- Yes. - Come.
- Are you sure? Thank you. - 'Course. Come.
So when's the baba due?
Four weeks, one day now.
- Is it your first? - Yeah.
Do you know if you're having a boy or girl?
- A girl. - Ohhh, I always wanted a daughter.
Never mind, at least I've got Jolene?
Jolene?
Jolene.
Hm.
Have you, uh, thought of any names yet?
Willow maybe...
Rio, Storm?
Ah, yeah, my Tez was more like a tornado.
You know you should really keep your hospital bag ready,
just in case.
Tez blew in three weeks early.
I've not got my bag yet.
I don't know what to do.
Not knowing about what happened to Lenny,
knowing if my daughter will
grow up without her dad around...
Don't, Rose, please.
Please, darling, try and keep faith.
You are in safe hands with Inspector Burton and DS Mint.
I promise you.
It's just these flats here.
Ahh, well, we are practically neighbours.
I'm just around the corner. 11, Foster Road.
Rose, do you have anyone staying with you?
Any support? Mum? Auntie?
- Friend? - No. No one but...
I'm okay now. Really.
- Thank you. - Oh, here.
Let me, um, let me help you out.
You know, it's funny, when you become a mum,
you suddenly need your mum.
If only to say sorry for being such a pain in the backside.
- Oh. - Thank you.
Um, look, take my number.
I only live around the corner, in case you need anything.
Thank you.
You're so kind.
Rose, you, um, you-you can't think of anyone
who might want to harm Lenny?
- No. Why do you ask that? - I'm just, mm, trying to help.
No. I'll call if I need any. Thank you.
- Hello. - Hi.
We are in the wrong job.
And through here, is where the action happens.
Interesting place for a boxing match.
Bespoke events. Premium entry fee, exclusivity.
DJ's, cocktails, canapes, blood, sweat, skills,
prizefighting... and victory as the sun sets.
That's a proper night out.
Punters can't get enough of it.
Excuse me.
- How you finding retirement? - Yeah.
Sweet.
I'm training the next generation now. It's rewarding.
You... you've done alright though, eh?
Some career.
When you took out Gal O'Leary in Vegas!
Yeah.
Yeah, good times.
People must envy you, you know, your success.
I envy me.
The old me.
You make many enemies in your career?
You think someone might take your brother to get to you?
Get to your money?
There ain't much money left.
And that trash talk, it's just, it's an act,
all part of the show.
In real life, there's a respect, you know?
Gal O'Leary? I was at his wedding.
You got CCTV round here?
So last night, we've got Lenny, in the ring.
Hm-mm.
Lenny in the VIP room after the fight.
Lenny in the kitchen chatting to...
You are joking me?
Definitely her.
Your guardian angel.
Hell's angel more like.
Eyes on the ground though. Always useful.
There's a load more to go through.
Ah, crack on.
- Flag up anything suspicious. - Hm.
Nah, they left about an hour ago.
Yeah, I hear ya.
Okay, right.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll get back to ya.
There you go.
Something for your little one to remember you by.
Yeah, gotta move pronto, mate.
Oh, sound. I'm on it.
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Please!
You've gotta help me.
Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!
Okay. Lenny Lowe,
last seen at his brother Marlon's house
on Belle Vue Avenue at 10:42 p.m. last night.
This is Lenny in the VIP room post fight,
with his brother and manager James Connolly.
Now Lenny's phone was last traced
at the end of Belle Vue Avenue,
before it went dead at 10:58 p.m. last night.
Now, this morning at 11 a.m.,
Marlon receives a text when an unregistered number
stating that his brother has been kidnapped,
and he'll disappear
unless 300,000 is paid within 12 hours.
He then receives a video of Lenny begging for help.
Now, we need to ascertain
the moment Lenny was taken, where and by whom.
We check CCTV footage of the surrounding areas,
ANPR cameras, security systems, you know the drill.
Time is not on our side,
any leads for a swift and safe recovery,
I need to know about it.
- Let's get to it. - Yes, sir.
Boss?
Boss. You're gonna wanna see this.
This is post fight.
Hello, Nora.
Urgh. Nora Kurti.
Former drug trafficker, previously done for tax evasion
with her husband Victor Kurti.
They lost everything. He was sent down,
she was released from prison, what, five years ago.
Apparently gone legit.
She runs the sports promotion company Elevation.
Her father-in-law was gangster Fatos Kurti.
Fatos Kurti, yeah, there's a blast from the past.
Ah, well, they don't make 'em like that anymore?
So, Mrs. Kurti looks after the show while Victor's inside.
Marlon Lowe was with Elevation,
until he dumped her after his first pro fight.
By all accounts Nora was not best pleased.
Talk to Mrs. Kurti,
let's find out how going legit's working out for her.
Please!
You've gotta help me.
They're not messing around, I'm scared.
Marl, Con, please, please help me.
Tell Rose I love her.
Nora's certainly landed on her feet.
Urgh, maybe we are on the wrong side of the law.
I am Detective Sargent Mint,
this is Detective Constable Winter.
Is Nora Kurti at home please?
Nora?
Nora!
Alright, love. Amanda, darling!
Look at you, all grown up.
So what are you now, a DI?
- DS. - Aw. You'll get there.
I got no doubt.
So what can I do for you, love?
Ah!
- Fridge. - Sweet.
What do you know about Marlon Lowe?
Uh, he was a boxer.
Yeah, I know that. But why did he quit, right in his prime?
Dunno.
Shook a lot of people though.
What's for dinner?
- Mum! - Salmon burgers, no buns.
- Kachumber salad. - Ah. So you was listening.
Always.
Here you are arguing with Lenny Lowe
on the night he was kidnapped.
This is 11 minutes before he disappeared.
Argue, yeah.
Kidnap, na.
- What were you arguing about? - It's personal.
- Unrequited love? - Oh, come on.
He's a bit young, even for me.
I used to manage Lenny, and when he left
he screwed me over on a fight.
He owes me.
How did you intend to recoup your losses?
That's what I was discussing with Lenny.
Got a bit aggy.
It was a perfectly reasonable question.
Where'd you go after the fight?
Home. With my bloke.
You can check the CCTV if you like.
I thought your bloke was in prison?
My other bloke.
So who d'you think's taken Lenny then?
- Your guess is as good as mine. - Oh.
We are in the shit then, ain't we?
You used to promote Marlon Lowe,
when he first started boxing, didn't you?
Yeah, he boxed with us from the age of ten.
How did you feel when he left you for the big guns?
Started making them money instead of you?
After all you did for him.
Uh, It was irksome at the time.
But he's no one anymore.
A sad, faded star.
What about your Jazz Mallick...
he's losing his touch a bit, no?
An off day. You can't win 'em all.
You guys must know how that feels.
Now, if there's...
nothing else?
We'll be in touch.
Thank you for your time Nora.
Aw, it's always nice to have a lil' catch up, innit?
Mum, "Crime Catchers" is on.
Coming!
Can you bring me some ice cream?
I thought you were doing low carbs?
- Eeh. Plus treats, innit. - Huh.
Oi.
Salted caramel, yeah?
Plus treats!
- Um. - Mmm...
Tsk. Have you still got your old FoodFast uniform?
Somewhere. Why?
Nothing. I just thought I'd, uh, wash it
and return it for you.
Looks like my old maths teacher.
Your nanaji used to say that the public
are the police's greatest resource.
And the ones that do all the crimes
so swings and roundabouts, innit?
So the uniform?
Stair cupboard. Maybe.
I'll get it.
You can tell that shady crew they still owe me
for my last shift.
Mr. Clayton!
GCSE maths.
Tsk. Was always something suspect about him.
Hello?
Got one of those for me?
Whiskey?
Yeah, help yourself.
Where you been?
I... just wanted to give you two some space.
Oh...
I-I was...
thinking I could go stay at my mum's for a bit, you know?
Ah, don't be daft,
you're always welcome here, mate.
We gotta stick together.
Man, these are good.
Mm.
- Hello? - Send me a pin.
A what?
A drop pin. Your location.
Yeah. How d'you send a drop pin?
Oh, can't you just write it down?
What?!
Alright, hold on.
Alright, go for it.
Meet us round the back of Unit 9,
Lime Road Industrial Estate.
Oh!
Argh! Work! Work!
Please leave your message after the tone.
Inspector! I know where Lenny Lowe is!
White transit seen on Belle Vue Avenue
on CCTV of the neighbouring house, just before the fight.
I've checked the plates, they're fakes.
Then here, same van seen on CCTV at 11:12,
driving down junction road heading towards Slough.
One new message.
Inspector, I know where Lenny Lowe is.
Meet me at Lime Road Industrial estate
in Slough as soon as possible.
Oh, at BuyFreshMart, hurry.
- Keep tracking that transit. I've gotta nip out. - Yeah.
He's late.
Says he's two minutes away.
Oh, what!
Oh, shit!
Oh, ffff...
Seriously?
Alright, officer?
Your left rear brake light's out.
Oh, shit.
Sorry about that, mate.
I'll-I'll get it sorted.
Could I ask you to step out of the vehicle, please?
Food delivery!
Make sure you get that sorted, yeah?
Yeah, sound, man. First thing tomorrow.
I-I really need to go, mate.
Oh, yeah? Where you off to?
Eh?
Uh, I need to pick up Bella,
me daughter, from her mums.
Bella? My daughter's called Bella!
- No way. - Yeah, ha-ha!
Look, there she is!
Oh, she's into her footie then?
Oh, yeah. Future star in the making.
She's only ten and she's in the Arsenal academy.
- Sweet. - Yeah.
- You must be dead proud, man. - Oh, yeah.
Look, here she is in action.
That's her dressed as a mascot when she was six.
Oh, bless her.
That's her at training camp.
That's her with her nan, life long Arsenal fan,
always wanted me to play for them but,
didn't quite work out.
That's her on match day.
Ooh, it's the last game of the season...
Oh, mate, I-I've really gotta shoot.
She scored a hat-trick.
That's her in her new kit...
Ah. Damn! Responding.
Gotta go. You take it easy, man.
Yeah. You too.
- Nice talking to you. - Yeah, sweet.
Oh, shit!
Call, do not answer.
Argh! Give me a break!
Hmmm. Nice of you to turn up, finally.
Inspector! No. No no no.
Oh, no!
What emergency service do you require?
Am-ambulance! It's an emergency.
Can you give reception your nephew's details please?
Sorry.
- Any news about my nephew? - Hold on.
Currently having a CT scan.
Why? What for?
Is it, is it a bleed on the brain, because that's bad.
I-I know that is bad. Isn't it?
I can't tell you anything more I'm afraid,
the doctor will find you in due course.
Now please, take a seat.
Ah, oooh, ah, argh.
Hi...
Hi, Tez?
Where are you?
- At the General. Hospital. - General what?
Why? What happened? Have you crashed the van?
- No. - Have you had a heart attack?
- No, Tez. - A stroke?
Look, will you stop worrying? I am fine.
I'm, here to see a friend.
So, I'm taking the bus to training then?
Ugh.
You still on shift?
You must be exhausted.
An news on my nephew?
- DCI, um, Pete Burton? - Hold on.
We await lab reports
on the blood that was found at the warehouse.
And we hope to get CCTV footage of the SUV
that ran over our colleague...
Detective Chief Inspector Burton.
Pete remains unconscious.
I will of course let you know if there's any updates
from the hospital, but, um, in the meantime,
I would suggest that we all pray to the God of our choice.
Has anyone seen DS Mint?
No, Sir.
Thanks.
Hello, partner, me again.
Apparently some coma patients can still hear everything,
so maybe if I keep talking
I can just annoy you back into the world.
Because I know I can be very...
tsk, annoying.
You know if my pops had made it this far...
I would have played him old Mohammed Rafi songs
and filled the room with the smell of home.
Come on, inspector.
Tsk. Mm. It's a long shot.
Really?
You brought a picnic?
Mint! No, I didn't, I-I...
Look, if I don't eat I'll cry
and I ugly cry really badly.
So arrest me.
Or?
Chutney?
Yeah.
Lenny Lowe was definitely in that warehouse.
How on earth did you work that out?
Nice.
You hear that boss?
Oh!
Sheesh! I need to go.
Shall I, um...
carry on with my investigations then?
Find anything interesting, call me.
Yeah, I swear!
Pulled me over, dodgy brake light.
- Really? - Dead straight.
That is why I was late.
When I got there, y-you'd gone!
I've got the money.
You've got one more chance. Await instructions.
What money?
What were you late for?
What's going on, Con?
Are you in on this whole kidnap?
- You trying to fleece me? - No, Marl! I swear!
On my Bella's life, man.
I-I set up an exchange to get Lenny back,
but then the, uh, police pulled me over...
Exchange of what?
What, all of it?
Where the hell d'you get this?
- It's not real, man. - You what? That's fake?
You tried to rescue my brother with fake money?
I was just trying to help!
Trying to help get him killed, Con?
Mrs. S. What are you doing here?
I've come to pick up Tez. Can't find him. Again.
How are you?
Stressed out.
How are you?
Worried.
Scared.
Furious, all of this
on top of hormonal hijack, it's...
it's a bit bloody much, frankly.
I've got an idea.
Right. Orthodox stance.
Left foot forward, right behind.
No, swap legs.
Okay, remember what I said, gloves up. Protect your face.
Make sure you can still see though, yeah?
Right, good. I'm gonna talk you through a few basic punches.
Give me an upper cut. No, that's a cross.
An upper cut, like this...
Mum! What you doing?
- Shhhh! - Now jab, cross.
Mum, get outta there. It's not funny.
- You'll pull something. - Don't stop.
All the pain, all the stress, the injustice.
Whatever's bothering you. Whoever. Own it. Use it.
- Yes! - Mum!
Go on, girl!
That's what I'm talking about!
Go on, girl!
Ahh. Marlon Lowe.
All my dreams have come true.
- Funny. - Alright.
I knew this day would come.
You returning, tail between your legs.
I didn't know it would feel so good.
What news?
- I'll do it. - Ah.
- You won't regret it, babe. - You sure about that?
Who's my opponent?
Billy McAdam.
Billy The Killer McAdam?
Who knew, mummyji?
Nice work, lady.
- How do you feel? - Better. Weirdly.
Thank you, darling.
Oh, I need to go. I said I'd, um, check in on Rose.
Yeah, please. Tell her I'll, swing by for a check up later.
Please just talk to me!
What's going on?
Ah, come on, man!
Rose?
- Who is it? - It's Mrs. Sidhu.
I bring crisps and ginger ale.
- Hi! - Hi.
- Oh, thank you. - How are you?
Okay.
Come in.
Make yourself comfy and I'll put the kettle on.
- Mm-hm. - Yeah.
- You alright? - Oh. Oh, yes! Good, yeah.
I was, um, just looking at your scan photo.
Brings it all back.
How are you feeling?
Urgh. Sick.
In every way.
Come on, come on.
Yes, Marlon. One.
- Two. - Marl? Marl?
What are you doing?
- Training. - One.
- What for? - A fight.
He what?
- I'm doing a fight. - You can't.
All the greats retire then make a comeback.
Michael Jordan, Tina Turner,
Frank Sinatra, Jay Z.
Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure Jay Z didn't have
a potentially fatal brain aneurysm.
He what?
No. I'm not hiding it any more. That's why Marl quit.
- He's got a brain aneurysm. - Just one fight.
Live streaming, pay per view. Gate.
They're talking half a million. Even if I lose.
- Unlicensed? - Yeah, so?
- What planet are you on? - One fight.
One fatal blow.
When? Whe-when is this fight?
- Friday. - Friday?
They bumped an opponent, say they can make
a load more on pay per view if I do it.
Yeah, course they can! Ex-pro fighting unlicensed?
Risking his life.
What choice do I have?
Yeah, it's fine. It's fine. Do it as quick as you can.
The sooner we get it sent over, the sooner it's sorted, okay?
Sir. Uh, traces of blood found in the warehouse
on Lime Road Industrial estate are a match with Lenny Lowe.
We know he was there.
So, you need to ascertain where he is now.
- And if he's still alive. - Sir.
- Boss. - DS Mint.
We've identified the vehicle that run Pete over.
Show me.
Tyre tracks found close to the spot
where DCI Burton was found unconscious
match a black Mercedes Benz SUV.
Which was then seen on CCTV on Lime Road
driving away from the estate, at 9:57 p.m.
Just moments after DCI Burton was found.
The same vehicle was later spotted on CCTV
with different plates, driving on the A308 near Bray.
So how do you know it was the same vehicle?
Both vehicles are identical bar the regi plates.
And look at these, distinct mud marks on the rear tyres
and left hand side of the body.
Right, so get tracking it then.
Of course, sir. We're on it.
De Vries.
Yes, sir, let me bring you up to date.
Agnessa!
He's what?
- He's gonna do a fight. - What?
To get the money for Lenny?
Yeah.
Oh, my! That's perfect!
- Oh, Marlon, he's an angel. - No.
He's an angel with a death-wish.
Rose, Marlon has a brain aneurysm.
- He what? - That's why he retired.
He has a brain aneurysm.
If he gets in that ring it could all be over.
Oh, God.
I've tried to stop him but he won't listen.
And I feel like I'm watching him
drop off a cliff and I...
I can't break his fall.
That's it, keep going forwards. Harder.
Good, good, good!
- Iced coffee please. - Mrs. Sidhu! You found us!
With you in a sec.
Yeah, of course, Rose.
Haven't had contact for months.
She became a bit reclusive after she got pregnant.
So where do you know her from?
The shelter.
I was still living there when I started working for you.
Of course.
You were so broken.
And look at you now.
So...
so Rose was living there too?
She moved in... a few weeks after me.
And what had happened to her?
Don't know the details.
You learn not to ask why someone's in a shelter.
But she said she'd been trafficked.
God.
Where? By-by whom?
She didn't say. I didn't push.
But she did say they were after her for money. Thousands.
That's how they work. They trap you in a debt
that never goes down.
How do you know Rose?
I'm, I'm working for her boyfriend's brother.
- Marlon Lowe? - Exactly.
Is Rose okay?
No.
Confidentially, her boyfriend has been kidnapped.
Lenny? God. And you think?
I think that they are coming after Rose
through her boyfriend.
Whose brother is like crazy rich
and they could make a pile off.
Was crazy rich.
Never...
We all had it in there.
That fear.
That he or they might come for you again.
It never leaves you.
Do you know who trafficked Rose?
No.
You'd have to ask her.
- Please. Don't do it. - Gem.
Your mum'll be turning in her grave.
- It's too late now anyway. - It's not.
- You want me to let Lenny die? - You want me to let you die?
- I have intel. - Go on.
A motive for Lenny's kidnap,
and I'm close to working out who has taken him.
Right, I see.
I can't tell you over the phone.
Okay?
You never know, DS Mint, who might be listening.
Can you meet me later?
I reckon that could be possible.
Excellent.
Alright, thanks, mum. Gotta go.
Mum? Oh, that is so sweet.
I'd would be proud to call you m...
Oh, sorry. Is that code?
How is vehicle tracing going, DS Mint?
Getting there, sir.
Yes, well, put your foot down!
_
Rose! Hello!
Oh. Hi, Mrs. Sidhu.
Auntie patrol, just checking in with you.
Oh, yeah. I'm just going to the... for a walk.
Yeah, I can't stay inside any more. It's too much with
Lenny missing and Marlon is doing a fight tomorrow
to get the ransom money for Lenny, but...
but he should not be fighting because he's got this
brain thing and, and it could kill him,
and it's all a mess, Mrs. Sidhu.
And it's all my fault! I...
Let's, um...
let's walk together, shall we?
Yeah, yes.
Thank you.
Rose, I think you know who took Lenny, don't you?
No.
I was talking to your friend Agnessa, today.
She used to work for me.
And she told me, what happened to you.
Come, sit. Come.
Breathe. Breathe, breathe, breathe.
None of this is your fault.
None of it.
But you might be able to help Lenny now.
If you can tell me anything
you remember about the people who took you, anything.
They kept us in this caravan.
It was horrible...
the smell...
it got into your skin, it never scrubbed away.
We burnt it down when we escaped.
Lenny doesn't know any of this.
Where did they take you?
Rose?
Oh. Next left.
_
Ugh.
This is grim.
Premium or regular?
Regular. Please?
- You can leave it with us. - Oh.
We're in a bit of a rush, actually.
Can wait over there.
_
Oi! Get off you're fat arse and get back to work, yeah!
Here we go.
One second, off.
Smooth.
White transit, wonky plates.
He'll be available for press calls in 15 minutes.
How's live stream pre-sales looking?
Off the chart, babe.
Sweet.
No, Sidhu.
S for sugar, I for India, D for dog, H for house,
U for umbrella.
I'm checking in on my nephew. Pete Burton.
Burton, B for badthameez...
Yes, I will hold, thank you.
Well, come on, I wasn't gonna do my first stake out
on an empty stomach, was I?
I made two of everything. Meat, vegetarian or vegan?
All of them?
Hello? Mrs. Siddle?
Hello? Yes?
How is he?
You better hope big brother pays up soon, eh?
- Mm-mm? - Rise and shine.
We have movement.
It's Tez, I better take it.
- Hello? - Mama?
Hang on.
Hello, my darling son, good morning, how are you?
- Mum, what's wrong? - Nothing.
- Why are you talking funny? - I am not.
Why didn't you come home last night?
- I, um, was on a sleepover. - A sleepover.
- Hm-mm. Yes, sort of. - Like at someone's house?
Like a man's house?
Go on. Put him out his misery.
Hi, Tez, it's me Sargent Mint.
Oh, hi. Wait, you two had a sleepover?
Mm-hm.
Oh. Movement off road.
Uh, Tez darling, is it important?
Only I'm in the middle of a stake out.
- Take out? Tonight? - Yes, good idea.
Go ahead, get one on me. Thai? Chinese? Lebanese?
I don't mind. Gotta go. Bye.
Right! Where the hell is DS Mint?
Hmm? Any ideas?
She is three hours and thirty two minutes late.
No? Right.
Detective Constable Winter,
get DS Mint on the phone, A.S.A.P.
As in now!
Sir.
Arghh.
Ah, fuck.
Ohh!
Oh!
- Mum? - Hello?
Is Mrs. Sidhu there?
Yeah, she's not here right now.
Can I help you?
Do you wanna book catering?
It's the same van, isn't it?
Yes, it is.
DS Mint calling for back up and a search warrant.
Littlehook Farm,
near Littlehook Village, just outside Berkshire.
I'm sharing my location with you now.
- Shee! - It's them!
Will you hurry the hell up, Sheila?
Can't we just beat them to a pulp with one of my shoes?
No. Unfortunately. We do this by the book.
Which means you stay out of the action.
- Got it? - Absolutely.
- Who is it? - Uh. It's Tez.
Are you alright?
- No. Yeah. - I-I called you an ambulance.
They said they're gonna be like half an hour,
you gonna be alright?
Uh... I'll see if I can get them to
bump you up in the queue, yeah?
Yeah.
Yeah, please.
Do you wanna beer, mate?
Yeah, go on.
Nooo!
She's like...
bleeding and in a lot of pain.
Uh...
How long?
An hour now?
Shit.
Right, uh..
What if we don't have an hour?
No, you're alright, thanks.
Um, call you back.
Nearly here?
Please say yes!
I'm gonna run towards the danger.
What?
I'm gonna drive you.
You'll be alright, yeah?
Don't worry.
Ahhhhhh!
Oi!
- Shit! - Lenny Lowe!
You going somewhere?
What are you doing?
They may already be getting away. We have to do something.
Mrs. Sidhu!
- Shhhhh. You'll blow my cover. - What cover?
Baby's heart-rate's dropping. Your girlfriend, what's her name?
Uhh, Rose. She's not my girlfriend.
It's not my baby. I'm just the driver!
Okay, give all the details you know to reception, please.
Is she gonna be okay?
Good luck, babe.
You smash this, okay?
Mrs. Sidhu, we need to wait for back up!
I've got your back, have you got mine?
Shit.
Advise units, we are around the side of the large barn
to the right of the farm house!
Approach with caution.
They've got armed police out there. You're surrounded.
Why don't you just shut it, eh?
- Just shut your hole. - You don't have to do this.
I'm gonna be a dad.
- My girl, she needs me. - Your girl?
Yeah, she like the others
thinks we bring them over here for free!
It's her that got you into this shit in the first place.
- Your little Rose. - What?
You do not have to say anything.
But it may harm your defence
if you do not mention when questioned
something which you later rely on in court...
If she just paid the debt off in the first place,
you wouldn't be here.
Yeah, I'd be pissed off too mate.
Women, eh. You can't live with them, you can't...
Well actually, you just can't.
Well, you're no longer in a hurry to
get back to her now, are ya?
- And that's a good thing. - Stop.
You see, I don't think you're gonna make it
through this, Lenny.
'Cause I'm getting out of here, and you...
Well, you're gonna be my human shield.
Any last words, Lenny?
You shouldn't have told me all that.
Because now, I'll take all the bullets,
as long as one of them gets you.
- Who the hell are you? - Oh, darling.
Please don't wave that thing around.
I'm, um, I'm here to see Shee.
- Oh, yeah? Why? - I'm a friend of hers.
Yeah, well, Shee doesn't have any friends.
A-a business friend. Here to discuss an order.
From overseas.
Gav! What's the police doing here, you idiot?
What're you doing, hey, lying to me?
Yeah! Doing deals behind my back
with your overseas pal over there?
Gav!
Shit.
Mint. Mint!
Argh!
Lenny! Le...
You don't know what this scumbag deals in.
I do. I do.
So give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot?
- Actually, I can't. - What?
Please, please don't, please!
No, the world is better off without some people.
I, um, I could say that,
he rushed you and the gun went off.
Go ahead.
As long as you can live with it.
Please don't, please, please.
And as long as you can look your daughter in the eye...
when you have to teach her right from wrong.
Mrs. Sidhu? Drop it!
What on earth! What on earth! You didn't...
Oh, don't be silly. Would I?
Now get out of here, pronto.
- You mean I've gotta run again? - Yes!
Ambulance please,
Littlehook Farm, we have a gunshot wound.
Mrs. Sidhu, now is really not a good time.
Oh. Right, okay, yeah, yeah, hold on.
Marl, it's for you.
Hello?
Tez? Where are you?
I'm at the hospital with Rose.
The ambulance wasn't gonna make it on time.
- I had to drive. - Is she okay?
There was complications, she's in surgery.
No, you don't have a choice.
My girls been brought in. Rose Petrov.
Hold on, please.
Oh, my God!
I'm Lenny Lowe.
Yeah, wash your hands, and sanitize.
Hey, hey, hey.
Oh, my God, Lenny!
Oh!
You're here!
- Oh, God, you're safe! - You're safe!
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
She's beautiful.
- Look, it's your daddy! - Hello.
Oh, this is the best moment of my life.
I should get kidnapped more often.
Stop making me laugh, it hurts!
- Lenny. - Yeah?
What happened...
it was my fault.
- I need to tell you... - No, you don't.
You don't.
I thought I was tough.
You're a bloody warrior, babe.
And then you go and do this.
Oh!
Bro, don't you do that to me again, yeah?
Just keeping you on your toes?
Oh, Rose. She's an angel.
It's your family.
Hello.
Okay.
- Boss? - Ah...
Inspector?
- Y'alright? - Never mind us. How are you?
Well, yeah.
- Had better days. - Hm.
Oh, and, and better meals, what is that?
Mm, some sort of dumpling?
Hold on.
- Do you want me to call Janine? - No.
Na. I've got enough company.
I know. Lot of thanks.
Oh, my God.
- What? - The cleaner.
Its Mrs. Ramgharia, nosey foghorn neighbour.
I heard her husband's business was in trouble...
Don't look. Don't look!
- Well done, son. - Oh.
Told you I can do it without you.
Not talking about the food.
All I did was drive.
Never underestimate the driver...
the cleaner.
The cook.
Now go, you go first. Give me those.
Ah, alright.
- See you later. - See you.
Erm...
Fresh laddoo.
I always make too many.
You should come over sometime for a cuppa chai.
It's... Kavita, right?
Right, okay, comrades.
Whose gonna fill me in?
Well, which bit do you want to know first?
- The new-born baby? - Hm? The stake out?
Or the shoot out?
Oh, can you pass me that plate, darling.
- I'll fill you in. - I'm sorry?
So, when did it start? At the barn?
Well, it was just before the barn, she figured out...
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