All you had to do was pick up the phone
and tell us you were still breathing.
I didn't even know you were alive.
The money, the gangs...
I'm taking it all back.
Thought I'd be higher up your kill list.
You and I want the same thing.
So either help me or fuck off.
Go on then.
The Wallaces stood on our shoulders
and wanted our thanks for it.
They used you, Dad, for years, but not anymore.
London belongs to us now.
We're offering you a piece of it.
I will not work with a man who helped kill my son.
If you want what you claim,
you must be prepared to do everything without fear, without care.
I'm sorry.
I will not fight for a London where Sean comes out on top.
Sean won't be at the top.
We will.
You wish he'd never come back at all.
He killed my dad!
Sean did it.
I know how you can get to Sean.
Don't lie to me, Ma.
What did you do?
It's power or family.
You can't have both.
I'm gonna make you watch, Sean Wallace.
I'm gonna take everything you ever built...
Your power,
your people, and I'm gonna replace you.
Are you okay, Mummy?
Yeah, of course.
Mum?
Faster.
Faster, fucking faster. Faster, faster!
Car, car, car, car!
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Stop the fucking car now, I'm warning you!
- Oh, God! - Move over!
Ram this bitch off the road.
It's okay, Samuel.
Hold on. Samuel, hold on!
I'm warning... Fuck this.
Closer!
Mum!
- Mum! - Samuel, hold on!
Keep your head down, Samuel!
Mum!
Are they coming back, Mummy?
They're gone.
It's okay.
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The person you are calling is unable to take your call...
Help... Please.
My son is in the back...
Please...
Samuel.
I'm so sorry.
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There you are.
- All good? - Yeah. This is yours.
- Faz. - Yo.
So, what was the delay?
Driver said there was traffic at the port.
But it's here now anyway.
And also everyone else.
It's all good.
_
I'll shift these now.
See you in a bit.
Sorry I'm late.
Yeah, well, they're here already.
Come on.
So, you're the cop.
Ex-cop.
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How does that work?
It's like a big change of mind.
Do you really think we'd be working with Elliot if we had any doubts?
We're supplying all of London.
No one's complaining.
_
Listen, I don't speak Korean.
And if you don't want to do business,
then you're welcome to leave.
Okay.
- What is your rate? - Nineteen and a half.
That's more than we're paying now.
Because you're paying for shit.
I guarantee 80% purity.
Now I know you're lying.
If you don't believe me, you can...
Take it easy.
Quantity's not a problem.
We can get you as much as you need.
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Boss! Boss
What the fuck have you done?
I know what it looks like, but you're wrong.
Everyone just calm down.
Don't fucking tempt me!
Listen, be easy.
I don't know what just happened to your boss, but that's not us.
- Okay? - Elliot?
Elliot, you need to see this.
Shannon, go.
Go.
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Hey, hey, are you all right?
Jesus Christ.
Can somebody help her up?
Are you all right?
How can this be?
- Good evening, Liam. - Miss Wallace.
So pretty.
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I appreciate you coming here.
People are worried, Marian.
Sean's due in court this week.
And there is all kind of different stories going around.
They are saying that
he's going to turn some of us in,
in exchange for a lighter sentence.
You know as much about Sean's intentions as I do.
He knows a lot about my business.
About all of us, no?
Including me.
You are different.
You are his family.
I don't know what you want me to say, Luan.
Something reassuring.
I haven't spoken to Sean since he was arrested.
I have no idea what he's planning to do.
It's your turn.
I...
got you a present, Elly.
Maybe you can go and visit him
or make sure he doesn't betray us, Marian.
No.
This is in every one interest, no?
I said no.
We are about to do the cake.
Just one minute, please.
No, we agreed no work tonight.
One minute, I'm coming.
- Please. - Daddy, Mum!
It's Elly.
Elly?
It's okay.
What happened?
She just collapsed.
Did she take something?
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Simone?
- Simone... - Okay, okay, I'm coming!
What?
Look, it's quite hard to give any accurate numbers at the moment
because it's coming in from hospitals, police,
boroughs all over London.
It's a developing situation.
What we can say, for sure,
is that so far we have over 300 fatalities,
but that that figure's bound to rise.
I'm sorry, this is all from cocaine?
Yeah.
Apparently there was a poisoned batch.
Are you ready for this?
Mayor, over here! Mayor!
Before I address any questions,
I would like to say that my thoughts and my prayers
are with the victims of tonight's events.
And this is a tragedy for them,
for their families and for their loved ones.
But it's also a tragedy for London.
And one that has been coming for a long time.
And there is no doubt in my mind that the blame for all of this
lies squarely at the feet of the criminal gangs.
So this is what happens
when organized crime gangs are allowed
to prosper without fear of consequence.
Well, no more.
I promise you that I will use
every single resource available to me
to rid London of these gangs.
Who?
Shit.
It's happening all over London.
- Do we know what caused this? - Fentanyl.
There are high traces of it in everything we've tested.
Is this a fuck up our end?
No. It's even in packages we haven't opened yet.
It has to be the Bolivians, then.
They are adamant it was clean when it left them.
Do we trust them?
Well, someone's done this deliberately to fuck us up!
Yeah, but who, though?
Marian, Luan, the Kurds.
If you wanted to move against us, you'd weaken us first like this.
Our associates want a meeting.
Saba!
Call Faz.
Tell him I need to speak to the driver who brought in tonight's shipment.
Yeah. Got you.
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It's your product.
You're responsible for what happened.
No excuses.
Everyone will be reimbursed for what they've bought.
It's not just about the money for the shipment.
You heard the fucking mayor.
The police will make our lives hell for what happened.
This is bad news for us, too.
I don't care. It's your fuck up.
It's not a fuck up.
What would you call it?
An attack.
There was fentanyl in that whole shipment.
Even packages we hadn't even opened yet.
That cocaine was deliberately spiked.
By who?
That's what I intend to find out.
And when you do...
I want them handed over to me.
- Let's find them first. - No!
I'm gonna make them pay.
And anyone who tries to stop me, too.
I need to take this.
Yeah?
- I'm at the driver's place. - Yeah?
The men I sent are all dead.
Okay, don't touch anything. I'll be right over.
All right. Cool.
Over where?
Nowhere. It's just business.
If your child had been killed tonight,
would you allow yourself to be fobbed off
with a fucking bullshit excuse like that?
No.
Let's go, then.
You were very quiet in there.
Those drugs didn't come through my port,
so this has nothing to do with me.
That's because you wouldn't let us use your ports.
I don't do business with police officers.
Neither should you.
Sir.
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Yo.
Yo, make sure the door's locked, yeah?
Let me know if you find anything.
That's the guy that drove the shipment?
Yeah, that's him.
- You find his phone? - No. It's gone.
Must've been taken when he was killed.
Here, come. Through here.
Look.
Focus up.
That's all we have of him there.
Run it forward.
Watch.
Yeah, stop there.
What the fuck?
- Run it back. - Yeah.
Slowly, fuck's sake.
Stop.
Don't get up.
Right.
So, where are we with this?
At the moment, we're managing a crisis situation
and trying to get the message out about the dangers of cocaine use...
Okay, yes. I understand that, but...
What are we doing to catch the people
who are responsible for this?
This is the man we believe
brought this cocaine into the country.
His name is Elliot Carter.
He's an ex-undercover police officer.
You are fucking joking?
Why isn't this guy locked up already?
Knowing who did it and proving it are two different things.
Okay, now, I want this guy to be our number one target.
You find the evidence and lock him the fuck up.
Listen, you two,
do either of you recognize this man?
I don't know.
No, boss.
Look, take this photo and spread the word.
I want him fucking found.
- Yeah, yeah. - Go!
- Faz. - Yo.
- You got the keys for the truck? - Yeah, yeah.
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After the driver got off the ferry,
he didn't come straight to the factory.
He took a detour and stopped here.
Stopped for 30 minutes.
Thirty minutes isn't long enough to spike that much coke, man.
No.
But it is enough time to swap the original shipment
with one already laced with fentanyl.
So what is this, then?
That's what we're about to find out.
Luan, wait.
Hold on.
Jesus.
You boys is trespassing.
We just want a quiet word.
Not that quiet if you're bringing guns.
What do yous want?
A truck stopped here earlier tonight.
Wanted to ask why.
I don't know nothing about no truck.
- Did you see a truck? - No.
- Must be mistaken. - No mistake.
It was on the satnav.
Maybe you should speak to the driver, then.
He's dead.
Well, that's unfortunate.
Do you think this is a fucking joke?
Test me.
Come on.
Test me.
Maybe we should just calm down.
No.
You two should fuck off out of here now
while you still have time.
I have a picture of a man.
Just want to see if any of you recognize him.
You heard him.
Go fuck yourself.
You fucking bastard!
Go!
Get those fuckers.
Get back here!
Fuck.
Fuck!
Shit!
Cornelius Quinn, that name mean anything to you?
Phone.
There's only one number.
Call it.
Cornelius.
Sean?
Did you fucking do this?
I asked you a fucking question!
Did you send that man to poison those drugs...
Sean Wallace?
Fuck!
You okay?
Right as fucking rain.
We're still going ahead with this?
Oh, yeah.
Mrs. Wallace.
Ed Dumani is here.
He wants to see you.
I'd have thought you'd be too busy cleaning up your mess
to make house calls at this time of day.
Last night's spiking.
It wasn't Elliot.
It was Sean's doing.
And someone on the outside helped him.
And I suppose you think that someone was me.
No.
It was Cornelius.
Elliot saw him, Marian.
And the driver of last night's shipment
stopped off at Cornelius's funfair.
Your brother is back.
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You look well.
You think you're safe in there?
You're not safe.
What, no,
"Hello, Sean. How you doing, mate?"
I'm gonna make you pay for what you've done.
Listen, I'd love to sit and chat.
Hear you talk shit,
but I've got a court appearance to get ready for.
Done.
Recognize him?
- Should I? - Yeah.
He helped you spike my drugs.
You're losing it, mate.
The pressure's getting to you, isn't it?
My wife and son
were killed in a hit and run seven years ago.
The driver vanished, not a fucking trace.
Until he rocks up last night,
kills my driver and three of Faz's men.
That was your wife?
So you do know him.
Did you fucking hire him?
I recognize the face.
That's all.
Heard the chatter.
He's a good bloke, though.
You think this is a joke?
Hiring the hit and run driver to spike those drugs?
It wasn't a hit and run.
Look...
I heard he was paid
to crash into your wife.
It was a targeted kill.
That's the story on the street.
What, you didn't know that?
You're fucking lying.
Yeah, fucking lying.
No, wait, who... what's his name?
- Who paid him to do that? - I've got to go, Elliot.
No, no, fucking sit. Sean. Wait, wait, wait.
Tell me his name.
You want me to tell you?
Then beg.
Beg me to tell you.
- Or don't. - Okay.
Okay.
I am begging you, Sean. What's his name?
No, I mean, properly beg.
Like you mean it.
Please.
Please, Sean, tell me his name.
Nah, I don't think so.
Tell me!
- Goodbye, Elliot. - Sean, come back!
Sean! Sean! Come back here, you moron!
Calm down, calm down.
Yeah, yeah, of course, of course, yeah, yeah.
Sean!
Tell me or I'll fucking kill you!
- That's it. - Sean!
Sean!
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